Post by Lucas Styles on Aug 28, 2012 0:18:50 GMT
Normal men would be happy with one victory and carry themselves boldly for it, Lucas is not a normal man.
StarryoufuckyoufuckerIhadyoubullshit..
He was pacing backstage, still soaked from the effort he put into the four way elimination match at AfterDark. Sure, it was a house show, but it was his debut…and he nearly buried the champ.
Not only that, but he'd already taken out another man earlier that night in Sentoryu, only to pin him once again in the four way match up. In fact, he'd eliminated two of his opponents in that match, before being blindsided by Starr. Whilst Lucas understands that turning his back on Starr for a moment was a mistake that cost him, it's one he's not going to let go unnoticed.
Walking through the backstage area, he can feel his temperature rising, his blood begin to boil.
Chris.
He begins taking turns through the arena, wildly and randomly ripping into new hallways, his mind racing and his fists beginning to clench hard enough to make his knuckles pop clean out of his skin.
CHRIS.
He had one man he had to find right now. The man that had prepared him to enter this company and rise as his personal weapon.
This man brought him here because he knew he could do this job. He brought him to the company, because he expected nothing but the best out of Lucas, and Lucas in return expected the same.
He'd been walked out on while attempting to call out Nobbs and Helman, he will not have that occur again.
CHRIS.
Utterly fuming now, his vision starts to blur and flicker with anger Lucas suddenly stops backstage. He's panting, sweating, pulsing.
He knows what happens when he gets like this.
Before he could realize the flurry he'd sent himself into, he found himself wrapping his hands around the side of a table and he was lifting it into the air. With a mighty swing he hurls it into a wall in front of him, causing cracks to form all throughout the wood. He hurls it again this time, even harder cause it to break into multiple smaller chunks of wood. Lucas continues picking up piece after piece, smashing them into everything in his surroundings.
Windows crack, wood is splintered and Lucas finally achieves his peace in the midst of the wreckage. He's built his office of destruction, and now he needs his meeting.
CHRIS FUCKING LIONHEART, I THINK YOU SHOULD COME AND CALM ME DOWN!
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He was pacing backstage, still soaked from the effort he put into the four way elimination match at AfterDark. Sure, it was a house show, but it was his debut…and he nearly buried the champ.
Not only that, but he'd already taken out another man earlier that night in Sentoryu, only to pin him once again in the four way match up. In fact, he'd eliminated two of his opponents in that match, before being blindsided by Starr. Whilst Lucas understands that turning his back on Starr for a moment was a mistake that cost him, it's one he's not going to let go unnoticed.
Walking through the backstage area, he can feel his temperature rising, his blood begin to boil.
Chris.
He begins taking turns through the arena, wildly and randomly ripping into new hallways, his mind racing and his fists beginning to clench hard enough to make his knuckles pop clean out of his skin.
CHRIS.
He had one man he had to find right now. The man that had prepared him to enter this company and rise as his personal weapon.
This man brought him here because he knew he could do this job. He brought him to the company, because he expected nothing but the best out of Lucas, and Lucas in return expected the same.
He'd been walked out on while attempting to call out Nobbs and Helman, he will not have that occur again.
CHRIS.
Utterly fuming now, his vision starts to blur and flicker with anger Lucas suddenly stops backstage. He's panting, sweating, pulsing.
He knows what happens when he gets like this.
Before he could realize the flurry he'd sent himself into, he found himself wrapping his hands around the side of a table and he was lifting it into the air. With a mighty swing he hurls it into a wall in front of him, causing cracks to form all throughout the wood. He hurls it again this time, even harder cause it to break into multiple smaller chunks of wood. Lucas continues picking up piece after piece, smashing them into everything in his surroundings.
Windows crack, wood is splintered and Lucas finally achieves his peace in the midst of the wreckage. He's built his office of destruction, and now he needs his meeting.
CHRIS FUCKING LIONHEART, I THINK YOU SHOULD COME AND CALM ME DOWN!
This may be more of a monster than Lionheart thought he was ordering, but how effective he is cannot be questioned.[/font][/center]
