Post by Brent Starr on Jun 17, 2011 18:13:23 GMT
(With permission)
*on his cell phone* This night is going perfectly. I get to take out Angel Fyre, and knock the anti mminc movement down a notch. How can they stand together, if their losing their numbers before the fight even truly begins.
Oh, hang on a second. Some kid is here looking for an autograph.
What's your name Kid?
Just make it out to "The one that got away". I don't need my name on it, I'm just going to sell it off for a few bucks, besides, it's gonna be worth more in a few minutes.
Oh? And why is that?
Because now it's going to have your blood on it, and will be signed by the men who took you out, permanently.
Pick him up Bro. I've gotta do this, I've been itching to do this since I got here.
The older brother picks Sylas up, nails a spinning backfist, and as Sylas staggers and turns, he's hoisted up onto the younger brothers shoulders into a DVD position, lifted up, and planted nearly ontop of his head in a piledriver-esque landing.
There ya go "golden one". Tell Angel he's welcome, and we'll see you at "Revolution".
The new blood in the tag division was dying to track down a member of MMinc.
Little did they know, they would find the man they were looking for, scratch that, HOPING for.
Little did they know, they would find the man they were looking for, scratch that, HOPING for.
*on his cell phone* This night is going perfectly. I get to take out Angel Fyre, and knock the anti mminc movement down a notch. How can they stand together, if their losing their numbers before the fight even truly begins.
Oh, hang on a second. Some kid is here looking for an autograph.
What's your name Kid?
Just make it out to "The one that got away". I don't need my name on it, I'm just going to sell it off for a few bucks, besides, it's gonna be worth more in a few minutes.
Oh? And why is that?
Because now it's going to have your blood on it, and will be signed by the men who took you out, permanently.
The two brothers then attack him with kicks and punches, knocking him down to the cement floor. They begin stomping away, keeping him down, as the older brother grabs a steel pipe from the side of the hallway. With a big wind up, he brings the pipe down on Sylas' back, repeatedly.
The younger brother grabs Sylas by the head, brings him up to his feet, and plants a strong roundhouse kick to his temple, staggering him as he turns around into a rib shot from the pipe. Down on the ground, Sylas let's out a groan of pain as a boot lands firmly on the back of his head, causing it to connect with the cement beneath it.
The younger brother grabs Sylas by the head, brings him up to his feet, and plants a strong roundhouse kick to his temple, staggering him as he turns around into a rib shot from the pipe. Down on the ground, Sylas let's out a groan of pain as a boot lands firmly on the back of his head, causing it to connect with the cement beneath it.
Pick him up Bro. I've gotta do this, I've been itching to do this since I got here.
The older brother picks Sylas up, nails a spinning backfist, and as Sylas staggers and turns, he's hoisted up onto the younger brothers shoulders into a DVD position, lifted up, and planted nearly ontop of his head in a piledriver-esque landing.
There ya go "golden one". Tell Angel he's welcome, and we'll see you at "Revolution".
