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Where the F*** is he!?!
Topic Started: Feb 12 2007, 02:37 AM (99 Views)
Shane Meras
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"Where the FUCK is he!?" - the deafaning roar consumed the hallway, as shattering glass coursed over the tilework in a cacophany of chaos. Shane Meras, walked, dried blood still stuck to his face in places where bandages and gauze had been ripped out. His arms, shaking, he walked very slowly, swinging a crowbar at anything not latched on, and some things that are...

Shane: "Oh KINDRED! Where the hell are you! I didn't hear no bell Kindred... I didn't hear no bell! What, you think it was going to be that easy, just wrap a fucking bar around my back like a little bitch instead of meeting me in the ring?"

At that, in an almost psychotic laugh...

Shane: "OH YEAH!, that's RIGHT!!! last time we met and you couldn't jump me or anyone else like a little bitch, I remember you crying and TAPPING out to my Gothica Lock! Let me guess, Kindred... you couldn't handle the fact that I beat you, so you gotta come out and prove that you can be a coward as well a maggot with about as much pain tolerance as a girl on her first period? That's okay... That's okay..."

This time, the crowbar slams down across a water fountain, as porcelain chunks spill across the hallway.

Shane: "I think you just earned yourself another match against me at the PPV... I think that would be PERFECT! No waivers..."

The crowbar slams into a table.

Shane: "No submissions..."

The crowbar takes out an overhead flourescent light...

Shane: "No pins..."

The crowbar created a large gash in a wooden door...

Shane: "No holds barred, No disqualification, Last Man Standing... You don't get to tap out, you don't get to lie there for a three count. This shit doesn't end until your thug ass can't answer the damn ten count! Where the fuck are you!"

Shane gets ready to smash something else, when a shadowed form walks into the hallway... calmly, without any emotion, and stands in front of Shane's path, even in front of where he would have swung his next destructive blow........


[tbc by anyone]
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Kindred London
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Voice: That was fucking awesome!



London pops out as all he gives is a smiling stare, as the fumed Meras looks to wanting to blow a fuse. London just stands there, as he leans on the door, clapping his hands.



Kindred London: Hey man, ... you should try to do movies. You got good acting skills, especially when you're pissed off. By the way, ... how is your head feeling, brah?



Meras balls his fist as he comes right at London, London puts up his hand, automatically pausing the angered Shane Meras, like he had a remote in his hands. London smirked.



Kindred London: That's close enough right there, Blondie'. I heard your little match proposal. You know, you nearly got by last time. Sure, I tapped, but don't think I liked it. I'm glad you made it a last man standing, anything goes. Not because I could easily pound your bitch-ass with sledge-hammers and barbed wire. I'm glad because I get to easily punish you, as long as I want, and no one could stop me. So thank you ...
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Shane Meras
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Shane Meras grins at Kindred London almost with a Sid Vicious / Brian Pillman psychotic style glare...

Shane: "For you, you're welcome... But now that you've decided to come out, you've shown me that maybe you're not as MUCH of a coward as you made yourself out to be... attacking me from the backside like a little bitch! Bring your sledghammers, bring your barbwires, bring a fucking tank, I don't care... because you won't be able to sneak attack me at all once we're in that ring... But, let's see if you can back up your smack talk with some action!"

Kindred gets ready for the fight, but Shane holds out the crowbar just a few feet away...

Shane: "We've got this thing called the Road to Platinum... Now, in an ideal world, you and I both will swim through the competition... but here's where the deal goes sideways... How much would you give up to have another shot at me? Here's the way it'll go... if you fail in your match in the road for Platinum, I'll drop out of the tournament to be booked against you at Crimson Incantation in our little war... and if for some reason, I decide to say... throw my fight here, you've got to decide whether or not you want to go for the gold, or carry on your little vendetta... You see, it wouldn't have had to be like this, London... We had our little war, and I won... but you had to go and make it fucking personal... and that... that don't work for me. So you're choice... we can either do this thing at the PPV, or you can TRY to see if you can make it all the way to the Platinum finals with me... your call..."

Kindred knew Shane had a good mind game going. If Kindred simply said, No... I'll just beat you for the title at Crimson, Shane might either drop out of the competition, OR might try something to ensure that Kindred didn't make it there... and if he agreed to the deal, his chance for the title would be completely controlled on the whims of Shane, allowing someone like Mercer or Matthews to run practically unobstructed all the way to the title match... What to decide... What to decide...
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