Post by hassanumer999 on Jun 28, 2008 20:08:59 GMT
It is a cold, stormy night. A welcome change from the hot scorching summer days and nights that were so consistent the last few days. Outside a small bar, a man wearing a black leather jacket and standard blue jeans stands underneath the (i dont know what they call it, but its a wierd slope type thing above the entrance), smoking a cigarette. That man, is Sycho Sam.
It is only hours after the Battle of the Titans PPV. New Champions were crowned, the old were dethroned. There were winners, and there were losers. But The Psychotic One didn't just lose, he had failed to win in his last four matches. His opens his mouth and speaks.
"We hold our fate and make the choice, But we'll not listen to that still small voice."
He runs the cigarette along the brick wall and throws it onto the ground, stepping on it to stop the small flame. He pauses, stares vaguely into the rain, pondering. About what, even he does not know.
"No, I'll not submit to reason. I'll sit and watch the seasons change."
Sam raises his head, and tucks his hands into his pocket, as he stops leaning on the brick wall and enters the bar. As the bar door closes in behind him, this message is written on the door.
And I know we're going
So far away from this wretched life we lead.
With open arms meet catastrophe,
In the valley of the damned we'll be.
OOC: comments please
It is only hours after the Battle of the Titans PPV. New Champions were crowned, the old were dethroned. There were winners, and there were losers. But The Psychotic One didn't just lose, he had failed to win in his last four matches. His opens his mouth and speaks.
"We hold our fate and make the choice, But we'll not listen to that still small voice."
He runs the cigarette along the brick wall and throws it onto the ground, stepping on it to stop the small flame. He pauses, stares vaguely into the rain, pondering. About what, even he does not know.
"No, I'll not submit to reason. I'll sit and watch the seasons change."
Sam raises his head, and tucks his hands into his pocket, as he stops leaning on the brick wall and enters the bar. As the bar door closes in behind him, this message is written on the door.
And I know we're going
So far away from this wretched life we lead.
With open arms meet catastrophe,
In the valley of the damned we'll be.
OOC: comments please
