| Alex Fucking Ross; RP 1 | |
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| Mad Max | Jun 10 2008, 01:03 AM Post #1 |
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Bad Religion Baby!
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With his first true defeat under his belt how will Maddox “Mad Max” Monson handle the sudden change in plans? Are his sights still set on Joseph Equinox and that Hardcore Title or has the defeat to Heroes of Violence member, Brock, changed everything? Sitting in the middle of the room we find our subject, Mad Max, an empty bottle of Jack in between his legs. Chairs, tables and even a locker or two have been over turned upside down! Fist sized holes litter the walls through out the room where hours ago members of the stable Bad Religion plotted and planned. The once clean locker room is now in tatters as along with the over turned furniture there is nothing but trash and garbage strewn about the floor. Max sits there on the floor it self with his feet on the floor and his knees tucked to his chest. Blood drips from his knuckles as he wringes his hands together muttering under his breath. “Brock… Mother fucking Brock… No better than Peter Gilmour…” Max continues to mutter when all of a sudden with an outburst he takes up the empty Jack Daniels bottle and chunks it across the room where it shatters into a million pieces right next to the opening door. “What are we? Two?” a familiar face asks as Travis Williams walks in shaking his head in disbelief as he surveys the room. “Shut up…” Max threatens as he dips his head once again, sulking in his defeat. Travis Williams walks over to the over turned locker and with a chuckle he reaches in and pulls out his duffle bag filled with his wrestling gear. He looks back over to Max and says, “Listen man, you gotta pull yourself together.” Max doesn’t even bother looking up as he continues to ignore Travis and the world around him. “You can either be a little emo bitch about this or you can put the defeat behind you and focus on the more important matters at hand!” Travis offers with wisdom. “So what? You lost to Brock. Sure in nine out of ten matches you probably would beat him but this one time he walked away with the win and you can’t hold that against him or against yourself.” Max shakes his head finally looking up to his stable mate. “Losing to Brock is like losing to the “hardcore legend” Peter Gilmour…” Max says with a sneer and venom dripping in his voice as he says hardcore legend. “Well he did take your ass to the Xtreeeeeme!” Williams says mockingly in one of the worst Peter Gilmour imitations. Max shakes his head once again in disbelief and a bit of disappointment. “You ever wish you could erase a match off your record?” “Of course not…” Travis Williams offers. “I don’t spend my time wishing for things that will never come true, I focus rather on the battles at hand…” “Yea I guess…” Max agrees but still deep down inside wishing he could redo his last match with Brock. “Listen man,” Williams begins, “You really need to get your shit together, word in the halls is that your next opponent is number one contender Alex Ross…” With that said Travis Williams walks out of the locker room taking one last look over his shoulder at the carnage in the room before making his way out the room and down the hall. Max meanwhile is motionless seated upon the floor staring at nothing in particular. A soft wind could blow by and knock Max over as Max digests Travis’ words! Alex… Fucking… Ross… Forget Brock and the Heroes of Violence, forget Hardcore Titles, forget Joseph Equinox, forget everything in this world! It’s Alex… Fucking… Ross… |
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