Post by Dre Cutler on Jan 24, 2015 16:52:53 GMT
Killian Creed: I'm thinking today's the day, my love.
Samantha Williams: Today's the day?
Creed, clad in only a pair of gray sweatpants, paces back and forth at the foot of the bed. He seems antsy, overcome with excitement and anxiety. It is like he's a glass, and someone's pouring a drink; but not paying attention and the liquid is overflowing. Sam, meanwhile, is positioned on the edge of the bed, stretching all of her limbs as she tries to get the blood flowing after a good night's sleep.
Killian Creed: Today's the day! I know it. When you go into the bathroom and take the test, it's going to be positive. From this day forward our lives will never be the same.
Samantha Williams: (whispering) Oh, the test...
Sam was pregnant early last year, but physical strains and unfortunate circumstances led to her having a miscarriage. The mental anguish did a number on Killian for quite a while. Once everything began to resemble normality; and Sam became well and the two of them entered into a steady relationship, they started trying for another pregnancy. It's been a few months without success, but once a month Sam takes a pregnancy test. Killian waits impatiently for the day to arrive, while Sam wishes, month after month, that day would never come.
Killian stops pacing and walks over towards Sam, and reaches out for her hand. She looks up at him, forcing a smile, before grabbing it. He pulls her up, holding her close and staring deeply into her eyes. Sam only allows this to happen for a second before quickly looking elsewhere, almost as if she's scared Killian will read her eyes and uncover truths she never wants him to discover.
Killian Creed: I know you're going to make a great mother, Sam. And today's the day we begin that journey.
Sam opens her mouth to respond, her bottom lip quivering just a little; but she ultimately has a change of heart and switches to a small, albeit forced, smile. Killian pulls her in, hugging her tightly, following it up with a quick peck on the lips before stepping aside, effectively creating an open path towards the master bedroom bathroom for Sam. She slowly walks towards the bathroom; with each step she's imagining that she's inching closer towards the edge of a cliff. She would love to be walking to her death -- she'd love to be doing anything -- anything except this.
Killian Creed: And know this Sam, regardless of what happens, positive or otherwise, I love you and I always will, okay?
She stops in the entryway, resting against the door frame and turning back towards Killian. She forces the smile once more, nodding in response and blowing him a kiss. She reluctantly steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, pushing in the lock button on the knob as she does so.
Killian Creed: (whispering) Today's the day, today's the day...
Killian has resumed his impatient and very annoying pacing. He's raking his hands through his beard as he whispers to himself, trying to keep calm realizing the possibility of finding out he has a child on the way. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Sam is sitting on the toilet; the freshly used pregnancy test is sitting on the edge of the sink next to her. She's clutching a box of tampons in her arms, staring off into the distance at the wall in front of her.
Samantha Williams: (whispering) I'm a horrible person...
The words barely escape her mouth; her stare remains forward, but she takes her right hand and digs deep into the box on her lap. She fumbles through the contents inside before latching onto an item hidden away at the bottom. She pulls it out and places the box on the sink, next to the pregnancy test. Lowering her left hand, she now finds herself clutching the item in both hands -- spinning it around slowly in her hands, it's a dial-shaped pill container; without much analyzing, in its current packaging, it'd be clear to almost anyone -- it's birth control.
Samantha Williams: (whispering) I'm so sorry, Killian.
She pops one of the pills out of the container, placing it on the edge of the sink next to the other items. She finishes her business on the toilet with a wipe and follows it up quickly with a toilet flush. On the outside, the sound of the toilet racing to cleanse itself is music to Killian's ears as he quickly moves towards the bathroom door, hoping and praying for the news he wants to hear more than anything.
Inside, Sam's a wreck -- distraught, panicked, she's shaking profusely as she shoves the dial back into the box, making sure to cover it completely with the tampons. She tucks it back under the bathroom sink, as far back as she can reach, before bringing her attention back to the pill on the sink. She reaches for it, nearly causing it to fall into the sink itself as she struggles to control her hand, and Killian's voice from the outside isn't helping her any.
Killian Creed: Are you okay in there?
She snatches the pill and tosses it into her mouth, swallowing hard as she forces it down dry. Using the back of her hand she wipes away some of the tears as she grabs the test and opens the bathroom door. Killian, a half-smile plastered on his face, is waiting in the doorway. Looking at the shape Sam is in, he can only assume the worst, which is confirmed as she holds up the test so he can see, revealing it to be a negative. He reaches out for her, and she tosses the test into the sink before stepping out of the bathroom and nearly collapsing into his arms.
Killian Creed: It's okay, baby, it's okay.
She's sobbing uncontrollably into his chest; like a good man should, Killian remains strong and sturdy, holding her and caring for her in her time of need. He runs his hand through his hair, doing his best to calm her down.
Killian Creed: It's not your fault, okay? We'll -- you know, we'll just keep trying, all right? It'll happen. I know you're upset, I'm here for you and I love you, more than yesterday, more than I did this morning. I'll always love you.
These words only work her up more as her sobs grow louder and stronger. Killian continues to hold her, caress her, and do everything he can to be there for her. The two of them remain stationary, in the middle of the bedroom, as Sam's sobs echo throughout the house...
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Seemingly weeks in the making, the time has finally come where The Brother's Black and Scars and Stripes will square off in a match. It's under Street Fight rules and for the newly reinstated IWF Tag Team championships. As cliche as it sounds, the stakes really don't get much higher than this.
The titles are simply a nice addition, something we are more than happy to take off your hands. But that's not the endgame, it's not the objective of this battle. Mason and I, our mission is to destroy the Age of X, removing the cancer that started months ago and has slowly started to spread towards the heart of this company. The Brother's Black are simply the first target, the first step towards achieving this goal.
See, this match is going to take you out of your element. Eddie, Frank -- you two are always looking for an advantage. Whether it is attacking someone from behind or using a weapon to gain the upper hand. You hate having to stare someone in the eyes before you swing. There's something about all things being even that makes the two of you shit yourselves. If The Brother's Black aren't able to get the advantage before striking, well, you two are likely to duck your dicks and run away.
This week, there's no advantage to be gained. Weapons are legal, and Mason's going to watch my back the same as I'm going to watch his. If you're going to get the upper hand in this match, then you're going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
You think you can step up to the plate when the pressure is on and hit the game winning home run? Personally, I don't think you can. Sure, suspended or not, you have held onto the Tag championships for a very long time. You have beaten any tag team that has dared to challenge you for those straps. But you have not faced a team such as Scars and Stripes.
Mason has so much rage, so much hatred built up for you guys, and Age of X as a whole. And I will not let him step into the fire by himself. We are ready, we are focused, we are determined to do what no one else has been able to do. You two, Angel, you've all stayed beyond your welcome and the IWF needs to move on without the three of you. We know our mission, we know what we have to do, and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done this week.
See, you two are focusing on the wrong things leading into this match. You're trying to pick at us, on a personal level, trying to do anything you can to take us off our games heading into this match. You want to insult our character, our personality, and our pasts. You want to throw us off our games, blind us with rage and cause us to make costly mistakes. And to that, I say you guys are clearly not abreast on the situation.
Brothers, this match has been personal, it's always been personal. Trying to insult us now, on the homestretch, will do absolutely nothing other than make the two of you look like bumbling buffoons. You can't throw us off our games, you can't cause us to become blinded by the red and miss our targets.
Our targets are you. Our targets are in our cross-hairs. And the target has been confirmed.
You two have carved out decent stays in this company. And perhaps you're in the position you find yourselves in today because you had to make certain decisions to ensure you survived this long. But your reign as Tag Team champions and members of the IWF roster comes to an end at Metamorphosis.
The cards have been dealt, the punishment has been revealed, and the end is coming very soon for the both of you.
Scars and Stripes achieves part one of our mission this week.
And The Brother's Black will be no more.
See you in the ring, fellas.
Samantha Williams: Today's the day?
Creed, clad in only a pair of gray sweatpants, paces back and forth at the foot of the bed. He seems antsy, overcome with excitement and anxiety. It is like he's a glass, and someone's pouring a drink; but not paying attention and the liquid is overflowing. Sam, meanwhile, is positioned on the edge of the bed, stretching all of her limbs as she tries to get the blood flowing after a good night's sleep.
Killian Creed: Today's the day! I know it. When you go into the bathroom and take the test, it's going to be positive. From this day forward our lives will never be the same.
Samantha Williams: (whispering) Oh, the test...
Sam was pregnant early last year, but physical strains and unfortunate circumstances led to her having a miscarriage. The mental anguish did a number on Killian for quite a while. Once everything began to resemble normality; and Sam became well and the two of them entered into a steady relationship, they started trying for another pregnancy. It's been a few months without success, but once a month Sam takes a pregnancy test. Killian waits impatiently for the day to arrive, while Sam wishes, month after month, that day would never come.
Killian stops pacing and walks over towards Sam, and reaches out for her hand. She looks up at him, forcing a smile, before grabbing it. He pulls her up, holding her close and staring deeply into her eyes. Sam only allows this to happen for a second before quickly looking elsewhere, almost as if she's scared Killian will read her eyes and uncover truths she never wants him to discover.
Killian Creed: I know you're going to make a great mother, Sam. And today's the day we begin that journey.
Sam opens her mouth to respond, her bottom lip quivering just a little; but she ultimately has a change of heart and switches to a small, albeit forced, smile. Killian pulls her in, hugging her tightly, following it up with a quick peck on the lips before stepping aside, effectively creating an open path towards the master bedroom bathroom for Sam. She slowly walks towards the bathroom; with each step she's imagining that she's inching closer towards the edge of a cliff. She would love to be walking to her death -- she'd love to be doing anything -- anything except this.
Killian Creed: And know this Sam, regardless of what happens, positive or otherwise, I love you and I always will, okay?
She stops in the entryway, resting against the door frame and turning back towards Killian. She forces the smile once more, nodding in response and blowing him a kiss. She reluctantly steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, pushing in the lock button on the knob as she does so.
Killian Creed: (whispering) Today's the day, today's the day...
Killian has resumed his impatient and very annoying pacing. He's raking his hands through his beard as he whispers to himself, trying to keep calm realizing the possibility of finding out he has a child on the way. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Sam is sitting on the toilet; the freshly used pregnancy test is sitting on the edge of the sink next to her. She's clutching a box of tampons in her arms, staring off into the distance at the wall in front of her.
Samantha Williams: (whispering) I'm a horrible person...
The words barely escape her mouth; her stare remains forward, but she takes her right hand and digs deep into the box on her lap. She fumbles through the contents inside before latching onto an item hidden away at the bottom. She pulls it out and places the box on the sink, next to the pregnancy test. Lowering her left hand, she now finds herself clutching the item in both hands -- spinning it around slowly in her hands, it's a dial-shaped pill container; without much analyzing, in its current packaging, it'd be clear to almost anyone -- it's birth control.
Samantha Williams: (whispering) I'm so sorry, Killian.
She pops one of the pills out of the container, placing it on the edge of the sink next to the other items. She finishes her business on the toilet with a wipe and follows it up quickly with a toilet flush. On the outside, the sound of the toilet racing to cleanse itself is music to Killian's ears as he quickly moves towards the bathroom door, hoping and praying for the news he wants to hear more than anything.
Inside, Sam's a wreck -- distraught, panicked, she's shaking profusely as she shoves the dial back into the box, making sure to cover it completely with the tampons. She tucks it back under the bathroom sink, as far back as she can reach, before bringing her attention back to the pill on the sink. She reaches for it, nearly causing it to fall into the sink itself as she struggles to control her hand, and Killian's voice from the outside isn't helping her any.
Killian Creed: Are you okay in there?
She snatches the pill and tosses it into her mouth, swallowing hard as she forces it down dry. Using the back of her hand she wipes away some of the tears as she grabs the test and opens the bathroom door. Killian, a half-smile plastered on his face, is waiting in the doorway. Looking at the shape Sam is in, he can only assume the worst, which is confirmed as she holds up the test so he can see, revealing it to be a negative. He reaches out for her, and she tosses the test into the sink before stepping out of the bathroom and nearly collapsing into his arms.
Killian Creed: It's okay, baby, it's okay.
She's sobbing uncontrollably into his chest; like a good man should, Killian remains strong and sturdy, holding her and caring for her in her time of need. He runs his hand through his hair, doing his best to calm her down.
Killian Creed: It's not your fault, okay? We'll -- you know, we'll just keep trying, all right? It'll happen. I know you're upset, I'm here for you and I love you, more than yesterday, more than I did this morning. I'll always love you.
These words only work her up more as her sobs grow louder and stronger. Killian continues to hold her, caress her, and do everything he can to be there for her. The two of them remain stationary, in the middle of the bedroom, as Sam's sobs echo throughout the house...
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Seemingly weeks in the making, the time has finally come where The Brother's Black and Scars and Stripes will square off in a match. It's under Street Fight rules and for the newly reinstated IWF Tag Team championships. As cliche as it sounds, the stakes really don't get much higher than this.
The titles are simply a nice addition, something we are more than happy to take off your hands. But that's not the endgame, it's not the objective of this battle. Mason and I, our mission is to destroy the Age of X, removing the cancer that started months ago and has slowly started to spread towards the heart of this company. The Brother's Black are simply the first target, the first step towards achieving this goal.
See, this match is going to take you out of your element. Eddie, Frank -- you two are always looking for an advantage. Whether it is attacking someone from behind or using a weapon to gain the upper hand. You hate having to stare someone in the eyes before you swing. There's something about all things being even that makes the two of you shit yourselves. If The Brother's Black aren't able to get the advantage before striking, well, you two are likely to duck your dicks and run away.
This week, there's no advantage to be gained. Weapons are legal, and Mason's going to watch my back the same as I'm going to watch his. If you're going to get the upper hand in this match, then you're going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
You think you can step up to the plate when the pressure is on and hit the game winning home run? Personally, I don't think you can. Sure, suspended or not, you have held onto the Tag championships for a very long time. You have beaten any tag team that has dared to challenge you for those straps. But you have not faced a team such as Scars and Stripes.
Mason has so much rage, so much hatred built up for you guys, and Age of X as a whole. And I will not let him step into the fire by himself. We are ready, we are focused, we are determined to do what no one else has been able to do. You two, Angel, you've all stayed beyond your welcome and the IWF needs to move on without the three of you. We know our mission, we know what we have to do, and we will do whatever it takes to get the job done this week.
See, you two are focusing on the wrong things leading into this match. You're trying to pick at us, on a personal level, trying to do anything you can to take us off our games heading into this match. You want to insult our character, our personality, and our pasts. You want to throw us off our games, blind us with rage and cause us to make costly mistakes. And to that, I say you guys are clearly not abreast on the situation.
Brothers, this match has been personal, it's always been personal. Trying to insult us now, on the homestretch, will do absolutely nothing other than make the two of you look like bumbling buffoons. You can't throw us off our games, you can't cause us to become blinded by the red and miss our targets.
Our targets are you. Our targets are in our cross-hairs. And the target has been confirmed.
You two have carved out decent stays in this company. And perhaps you're in the position you find yourselves in today because you had to make certain decisions to ensure you survived this long. But your reign as Tag Team champions and members of the IWF roster comes to an end at Metamorphosis.
The cards have been dealt, the punishment has been revealed, and the end is coming very soon for the both of you.
Scars and Stripes achieves part one of our mission this week.
And The Brother's Black will be no more.
See you in the ring, fellas.
Well howdy there pardner.