Post by interested on Jan 30, 2008 16:00:21 GMT -5
He had failed. His one chance to claim the top gold slipped away in a simple click of the fingers. Bryan merely sat on the bench in his locker room, slouching downwards with his face buried in his hands. His chance of removing the "burden" he carries was gone. The easy wins he acquired from Calloway and McArthur had quickly gone to his head, which led to him highly underestimating The Avenger. This also came as his first loss in GCW after a streak of five victories. However, Bryan knew he would be gunning after him, no matter what. Removing his face from his hands, Bryan sits back up and looks at the wall. He sighs before entering a state of deep thought: a state where Bryan could be seen at his calmest. The atmosphere of bliss would not last even 5 minutes though, as a faint laugh could be heard: a laugh belonging to a certain "someone"...
"No, not again..."[/size]
The laughing increasingly intensified, eventually getting close enough to sound like it's coming from right behind him. Quickly jerking himself off the bench, Bryan turned to see HIM there, laughing with glee at Bryan's failure. His appearance caused Bryan to step back against the wall, angry, yet fearful at the same time.
"Why? WHY!?WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!?"
He merely continued laughing at Bryan. Letting all his rage consume him, Bryan turned to the corner where he keeps a sledgehammer. Why you ask? Well, ever since he was scarred across the face, he thought of getting some protection. Wouldn't you? Grasping the handle with ease, Bryan picked up the sledgehammer. With much ease, Bryan turned quickly spun around and took a swipe at him. However, he quickly disappeared, leaving Bryan swiping at nothing but air. After a quick disappearance, he appeared again, only laughing by the wall Bryan picked up the sledgehammer from. Taking the chance again, Bryan cocked back the sledgehammer and took another gigantic swing. He disappeared again just before "impact", leaving Bryan to smash a big hole into the wall. Getting increasingly frustrated by the second, Bryan continued to swing where he reappeared. The end result was just astonishing. Within a matter of minutes, Bryan had literally smashed a hole in almost every inch of the locker room: benches completely broken, walls close to collapsing... it would leave a normal person in utter shock. As the period of destruction finished, he soon went away once again, leaving Bryan to come to his eventual senses...
END.[/u]
"No, not again..."[/size]
The laughing increasingly intensified, eventually getting close enough to sound like it's coming from right behind him. Quickly jerking himself off the bench, Bryan turned to see HIM there, laughing with glee at Bryan's failure. His appearance caused Bryan to step back against the wall, angry, yet fearful at the same time.
"Why? WHY!?WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!?"
He merely continued laughing at Bryan. Letting all his rage consume him, Bryan turned to the corner where he keeps a sledgehammer. Why you ask? Well, ever since he was scarred across the face, he thought of getting some protection. Wouldn't you? Grasping the handle with ease, Bryan picked up the sledgehammer. With much ease, Bryan turned quickly spun around and took a swipe at him. However, he quickly disappeared, leaving Bryan swiping at nothing but air. After a quick disappearance, he appeared again, only laughing by the wall Bryan picked up the sledgehammer from. Taking the chance again, Bryan cocked back the sledgehammer and took another gigantic swing. He disappeared again just before "impact", leaving Bryan to smash a big hole into the wall. Getting increasingly frustrated by the second, Bryan continued to swing where he reappeared. The end result was just astonishing. Within a matter of minutes, Bryan had literally smashed a hole in almost every inch of the locker room: benches completely broken, walls close to collapsing... it would leave a normal person in utter shock. As the period of destruction finished, he soon went away once again, leaving Bryan to come to his eventual senses...
END.[/u]