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Post by Lucas Styles on Sept 11, 2012 2:10:47 GMT
Seated on a steel chair backstage is a visibly seething Lucas Styles. For the second time in a row, he's done most of the grunt work in a multi-man match, only to be caught off guard at the finish.
More than anything, he beats himself up over this, but he doesn't let others see it. He knows he could have taken Helman out and left him in pieces if he didn't let pinning Nobbs go to his head quickly. Ultimately, he put away the man he had the biggest issue with, but he's still left feeling like he needs to do more.
He gets up from the chair and walks. Just aimlessly walking. The thought of tearing through another portion of the arena danced, gracefully in his head, for some time. He silently came to the conclusion that he needed to do something different this time though. He needed to think.
While Lucas has been known as of late for his quick temper and violent nature, for much longer he's been known for being a man of of mind. Not to discredit his love of violence for a second, but his mental game has always been at the forefront. While breaking a bone offers him quick, instant euphoria, there's a certain extra rush he gets when he can break someone's will. Not only that though, when he can tear apart and leave in shambles, whatever it may be that makes that person who they are.
After a brief shower he walks out of his locker room and heads out to the parking lot, exiting through the back door of the arena. An unusually solemn night for Lucas.
A few fans catch sight of him and rush towards him, iPhones out and at the ready
Hey man! Sick match dude fuck those guys man you had em!
Haha, yeah thanks uh, want a picture I guess?
The camera flashes, more small talk is exchanged and Lucas fades out of the situation, slowly but surely getting lost in his own mind, thinking of ways to deal with tonights events. The two young men leave, nice enough kids he thinks. He's never been that great with fans but, he understands their purpose and despite his crusty exterior, doesn't mind giving them a smile.
He walks up to his car, pulls out his keys but stops as he hears the sound of footsteps approaching him.[/center] |
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Post by Kyle Nobbs on Sept 13, 2012 4:08:23 GMT
*Holding his head, Kyle walks towards Lucas. He's not coming at his former friend with menace, but with what looks like... disappointment. Almost sadness.
Now standing in front of Lucas, Kyle stops for a moment. He looks his ex-partner up and down, and wonders what happened in his life to bring him to this very moment. Jeff Kain called Kyle a poison earlier in the season, and Kyle remembered it well. But he doesn't bring it up.
He says nothing. He just stands there.* |
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Post by Lucas Styles on Sept 13, 2012 18:44:18 GMT
In his mind, he's already put Kyle's head through one of his car windows. He's also shook his hand. Spit in his face. Reconciled. Hated. Rekindled. Destroyed.
How in the fuck did Helman manage to win that? I mean, I pinned your stupid ass but, we should have taken him out first and finished things ourselves.
Lucas lets out a small laugh. He's still unsure of how to approach this situation with Nobbs. He's overwhelmed with a relentless hatred for this man, especially after the sneak attack he pulled last week.
His showing up here though, perhaps there's a spine left in him after all. Lucas isn't intimidated by any means, he knows in a fair fight he can, and has beaten Kyle now. Without the element of surprise, he feels comfortable where he is so he's willing to let the situation unfold.[/center] |
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Post by Kyle Nobbs on Sept 14, 2012 6:17:08 GMT
*Nobbs nods almost absentmindedly. He knew Lucas said something, and was vaguely aware of what the words were... It took a moment for them to really click in his mind is all.*
"You're right. We should have settled it one on one. I guess that means, this isn't really settled yet. I guess that means we have to give it another go."
*And Kyle does the almost unthinkable here... He turns his back on Lucas Styles. He knows that if Lucas wanted to, he could probably jump Kyle from behind and leave him broken and bloody. But he also knows that turnabout is fair play.*
"What the fuck am I even doing right now, Lucas? I don't know... I don't think I even really care. I've been in and out of that ring, in and out of so many different companies over the past what... six, seven years? I've reinvented myself so many different times. Change my hair. Change my wrestling gear. Bulk up, slim down... Wear a mask here and there... But what the fuck am I doing, right now?
I think I'm finally starting to lose it. I think I might really need to get away from this once and for all. I think I might be really going crazy, Lucas.
*And Kyle turns around again. Lucas hasn't attacked him, yet. Kyle wasn't sure whether his former partner was planning on it, or if he'd just entertained the thought of it a few times in that ever-moving mind of his.*
"But don't worry. We're still going to settle this, between us. I don't even know... what really started this issue we have. I don't know. But I know that I'm not acting myself... and I'm scared, man.
Partly, I'm scared for myself. I don't know what I might do next. Attack you from behind? I've known you for years. We used to be partners, we used to be friends. Sneak attacks? That's not me... I... I...
I'm scared for you too, Lucas. Because I know that when we step into that ring again, it'll be all hell breaking loose. I can see you're angry. I can see you want violence, you have a bloodlust. I can't tell if it's just focused at me, I don't know what set you off to make you such an angry guy. I'm just...
Confused.
But we're going to settle this. Don't worry. I only have one real question to ask you.
How do you want to do it?" |
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Post by Lucas Styles on Sept 14, 2012 17:58:35 GMT
Lucas initially considers sympathy for his friend, but it doesn't last long. He advances on Nobbs until he's mere inches away from him.
Why did this happen? Because you're fucking weak Kyle. You always have been. When you needed to step up back in Ohio, you shrivelled and buckled.
You damn well better be scared of me in that ring too. You think sneak attacks are above you? It just shows how spineless you are and what a pity, because I was looking forward to separating a few vertebrae.
He hadn't wanted to create confrontation but he couldn't accept Kyle coming after him out here looking for what Lucas perceived as pity. The weakness that Kyle showed that angered him initially, is in full force in front of him.
A tinge of guilt overcomes him as he knows Kyle meant the best by coming out here, but it doesn't last very long.
Now listen, you can turn your back and offer me all the chances in the world. Go ahead. It's not going to go down like that.
I don't want it to. I want to enjoy every moment that I get to drive my fist into your face. I want to see your face twist up in pain and defeat with every blow I land. If I attack you from behind, all you can show is shock and pain. I don't want shock, I want your crushed spirit, because you couldn't fight back when you had the chance.
Lucas can feel his temperature rising but reminds himself he wants to play this mentally and not have another…episode. He hangs his head for a moment, playing to Kyle's emotions and naivete. As easy as it is for him to explode in Kyle's face, he needs to play it cool here, take a different approach to infiltrate Kyle's head. He brings his back up, eyes welling up with tears.
I'm sorry it's just such been a long night. I'm trying to come in here and impress Lionheart and my brother and show that I can do this but, I…I just don't know Kyle.
The only reason I wanna fight you one on one is because I think they'd like that and I think I could stand a chance. I…I'm sorry…friend.
It takes everything Lucas has to not burst out laughing, or to sickeningly vomit when he extends his hand out towards Nobbs for a gentleman's shake. He lets out a sniffle and rubs his eyes.
I think…I think they want us to really hurt each other man. They really want to milk this for all it's worth. We're not gonna be the same after this.
The gears begin to turn..
We're going to have to do this Last Man Standing.
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Post by Kyle Nobbs on Sept 17, 2012 6:51:04 GMT
*Kyle nods to Lucas, but says nothing. He reaches out and accepts Lucas's handshake... Just as Lucas likely didn't expect Kyle's self-pity, Kyle did not see the waterworks coming whatsoever.
But damn, did it feel good to see that. His pathetic former partner was playing right into his hand. And while we're on the subject of hands...
Lucas feels Kyle's grip tighten on his digits. Looking up to Kyle's face, Lucas is somewhat surprised... Kyle's menacing smirk has returned. But Lucas doesn't have much time to think about that, as Kyle's face rapidly approaches his own until SMASH. A headbutt by Nobbs sends Lucas backwards a few steps, though Lucas isn't really harmed by the blow.
However, shaking his head to clear up the dizziness, Kyle quickly lunges forward and kicks Style's right under the chin. His head snapping back, Lucas falls backwards onto his car hood and slides down to the ground in a groaning heap.
Kneeling down beside him, Kyle whispers to Lucas.*
"You're on."
*Kyle stands up again, and moves to leave. But... something wasn't right. Quickly, he turns around to face Lucas once more...* |
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Post by Lucas Styles on Sept 18, 2012 20:16:13 GMT
5 minutes earlier.
Kyle accepts Lucas' handshake he and feels a rush at the knowledge that his plan is working perfectly. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, he's making it far too simple.
He looks up into his old partner's eyes and is instilled in the notion that he has him, right where he wants him. Hubris is a tricky thing though and Lucas has always found himself camping on the edge of it's slippery slope.
He forgets to pay attention to the hand he's shaking and doesn't realize the squeezing sensation until he can feel his knuckles pressing hard enough together to pop like balloons made out of bone.
Kyle's forehead smashes down like a sledgehammer on the bridge of Lucas' nose and in the split second that he felt he knees begin to buckle, he manages to centre himself and keep his footing.
Then he feels the kick.
Cold, hard metal follow by cold, hard pavement and suddenly it feels like it's consuming him entirely, it's all he can feel.
ywouron.
The mumbled, droning rumble of sound rings in Lucas' ears and he hears thunderous footsteps crashing in his ears, punching through the high pitched whine left from Kyle's voice.
He hears this while he pulls himself around the side of his car, clawing his way up the door and around to his trunk. He flings it open quickly and feels cold metal again. This time in his hand.
Kyle made a mistake by attacking Lucas again. If he was expecting him to stand down after a second attack, if he expected him to not hunt him down like a wolf, than he was sorrily mistaken. Lucas gathers his composure, and squeezes his grip tight around the tire iron in his right hand. He eyes Kyle down and feels a piece of his soul escape his body.
A loud crack rings out as Lucas slams the trunk down when he sees Kyle slow his gait down momentarily.
He's faster than Kyle.
As he sprints towards him, he notices that Kyle has begun to turn around, instinctively, because of the sound of the trunk.
Perfect.
Pushing off of the ground, he holds onto the tire iron, virtually turning it into an extension of his arm.
Kyle turns to see Lucas hurling himself through the air with a cold piece of pain cocked back and ready to swing. [/font] C F R U[/size] A[/size] C[/size] C [/size] K[/size] K![/color] ![/b] Lucas lands flush on his feet and can look back to quick enough to see Kyle's head snap sideways quickly from the vicious blow.
His feet land in time for him to hear Kyle slump to the ground.
YOU SHOULD KNOW NOT TO FUCK WITH ME BY NOW KYLE!
He pushes back his hair with his free hand and wipes blood from his own mouth. He threw himself forward with such force that he landed a few steps past Kyle's broken body.
He turns on his heels and advances on Nobbs, still wielding the bloody tire iron. He hears Kyle breathing deeply, but he can hear blood being spat out intermittently.
He stands overtop of Nobbs, who lies in pain facedown. His feet at either side of Kyle's spread eagled torso. He crouches down, resting his elbows on his knees and looking down at the back of Kyle's mess of hair, dripping with sweat from the violent exchange.
Reaching down with his free hand, he turns him over, feeling his adrenaline increase even further when he sees the grisly display of blunt force drama present on Nobbs' face.
His eyelids are closed but Lucas can hear his breath. He gives Nobbs a nudge with the tire iron on the cheek he didn't strike. He's not heartless.
His eyes snap open, he's in too much pain to do more than groan. Lucas can see the hatred in his wincing eyes.
Problem there little buddy?
He has Nobbs exactly where he wants him. He knows that Nobbs isn't in any shape to fight back right now, and already would have if he was.
He's broken the skin, but now he has him in a position where he can get under it.
You really don't know what kind of Hell you're bringing on yourself, Kyle.
His tone is slow and unwavering.
I wish I could have taught you more. It would have made this…interesting. For a second you had me convinced there was some potential in you.
You're not prepared for what I have in store for you.
Lucas sees Kyle's eyelids begin to drop. He stands up straight, still towering over Nobbs and drives a heel into the side of his ribs, springing the eyelids back to attention. He takes in a long, deep breath of the cold night air and sighs.
Stay with me here.
He resumes his crouch overtop of Nobbs' sporadicly rising chest, his breathing increasing significantly.
It doesn't matter what you do, you're constantly in checkmate. You're pawing at your villainy, you adopted it because you were mad.
I am villainy.
Lucas grabs a handful of Kyle's hair and pulls his head up so he can look him directly in the eyes.
You can keep this.
He presses the tire iron into Kyle's chest, releasing his hair, letting him fall back to the concrete, limp.
Lucas walks away from his old friend, his old partner, and he doesn't feel a thing.[/center] |
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