Post by md on Apr 1, 2008 22:35:20 GMT -5
Darkness. He could vaguely hear the music that was blaring within the arena, the song of the victor of the Buried Alive match, Shia Storm, STILL LockUp! Champion. It was his worst nightmare realized. He put all his chips on the table, thinking he had this one in the bag, and as luck would have it, the "house" is the winner. An entire month dedicated to the title of the show he is...was a part of, was now a waste? Some people would say that he was insane putting his career on the line, knowing that he had a 50% chance of biting the bullet. Some people were like "You can't beat a man whose whole career is centered around a match type that favors that man." In this case, they were right. He was way in over his head. He didn't even know whether to be angry at Shia for putting him out of his misery, or thank him. Ever since Miles came into this company, he thought he was going to be the next big thing in professional wrestling. Actually live up to what his father wanted him to be, what his father once was. He wasn't even close. All of Miles' efforts were pathetic, and so was he...
Miles begins becoming aware of his surroundings, how dark everything really was. The music he was hearing before had stopped. He could hear people outside the coffin barking orders. "We have to move this along. Someone get something to pry this coffin open. Seems like the lock is jammed. Push off all that dirt already." Good thing Miles wasn't claustrophobic because it took the stagehands a good couple of minutes to get him out of there. As the coffin lid is pushed open, his eyes try to adjust to the light, while he's trying to shake off the toll his body had taken throughout the entire match. Two men reach for his arms and lift the now empty shell of his former self. After catching his own footing, the two stagehands take each arm and use their shoulders to support him. It doesn't take two steps when Miles just pushes them off. He didn't need their damn sympathy. He already lost everything, he couldn't bare to lose his own dignity too. It was the only thing he had left.
As he scales down the mound of dirt, the people react as they normally would when someone's time comes to an end in professional wrestling.
NAH NAH NAH NAH
HEY HEY HEY
GOODBYE!!!
They were giving him the respect he had shown them, only this time it hurt him more than they'd ever care to know. The chant continues as he slowly makes his way to the back, his head down in shame. He came in as "Too Fine" Miles Divine, Mister F.I.N.E, but he was leaving as Miles Lebowski. There was nothing FINE about him anymore. It was all a joke, just like he was. All he had to look forward to was packing his things and getting away from here as fast and as far as he could. His ego, broken. His future, unclear. Something that was truly certain, he had no future in GCW anymore...
NAH NAH NAH NAH
HEY HEY HEY
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYE!!![/b][/size]
Miles begins becoming aware of his surroundings, how dark everything really was. The music he was hearing before had stopped. He could hear people outside the coffin barking orders. "We have to move this along. Someone get something to pry this coffin open. Seems like the lock is jammed. Push off all that dirt already." Good thing Miles wasn't claustrophobic because it took the stagehands a good couple of minutes to get him out of there. As the coffin lid is pushed open, his eyes try to adjust to the light, while he's trying to shake off the toll his body had taken throughout the entire match. Two men reach for his arms and lift the now empty shell of his former self. After catching his own footing, the two stagehands take each arm and use their shoulders to support him. It doesn't take two steps when Miles just pushes them off. He didn't need their damn sympathy. He already lost everything, he couldn't bare to lose his own dignity too. It was the only thing he had left.
As he scales down the mound of dirt, the people react as they normally would when someone's time comes to an end in professional wrestling.
NAH NAH NAH NAH
HEY HEY HEY
GOODBYE!!!
They were giving him the respect he had shown them, only this time it hurt him more than they'd ever care to know. The chant continues as he slowly makes his way to the back, his head down in shame. He came in as "Too Fine" Miles Divine, Mister F.I.N.E, but he was leaving as Miles Lebowski. There was nothing FINE about him anymore. It was all a joke, just like he was. All he had to look forward to was packing his things and getting away from here as fast and as far as he could. His ego, broken. His future, unclear. Something that was truly certain, he had no future in GCW anymore...
NAH NAH NAH NAH
HEY HEY HEY
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYE!!![/b][/size]