Post by DARKSIDE on May 30, 2013 19:32:10 GMT -5
***THIS THREAD SETS UP A MATCH FOR NEXT WEEK'S SHOW***
All night, Minion had sat back in the Dark Alliance locker room, watching events unfold as he waited for his matches against the Xaviers to come up on the card. He looked via backstage monitor as the likes of Scott Manor, Avenger and Nate Michaels all insulted him for losing the Gladiator title last week. It was all getting to be a bit much for him. He had already broken into the arena's video feed and made his intentions known. Being over-tasked with leading the Dark Alliance was already running him ragged, not to mention he still had to compete in matches. It all boiled up inside him over time, and the time had come to finally show that he was more than just the sad, pathetic creature everyone saw him as since that fateful night in Manchester.
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Minion bursts out of his chair and storms out of the locker room. Angel asks where he was going, but Minion only snarled at her as he passed by without even a glance. Minion is seen stalking the hallways backstage, dumping trash cans and shoving arena staff as he passed through. One man in particular got in his way, and was met with Minion's hand clutching his throat! Minion glared into the man's face just before slamming him back hard into the wall. The man slumps to the floor, nearly unconscious from the impact. Minion pauses for a moment to look back at the man, and simply grins with a sick satisfaction as he walks on toward the arena entrance.
Moments later, Minion enters a darkened arena to the cheers of his fans. He snaps up a mic out of the hand of the man at the ring announcer's table before rolling under the bottom rope. The fans cheer once again as Minion takes his place in the center of the ring. As he waits for the roaring masses to die down, Minion scans over the crowd in attendance with a creepy smirk.
I have sat idly by, and there's much I have heard.
These three raging egos, all chattering like birds.
Manor, Michaels....Avenger as well?
For your opinion of me, you can all go to Hell!
If you all want to fight, then you need not look far.
I am here, and I'm ready...maybe more than you are.
With all I've got going, you're now on my list.
I'll meet you AND the Xaviers with the same iron fist.
Each coming week, I'll take one of you on.
You three, in succession, will see darkness before dawn!
Next week, The Avenger is going to be first.
He dreams of greatness, but I'll be his curse.
You've got 'til next week when ShowDown is aired.
It's Extreme Rules, Avenger. You best come prepared!!
With that, Minion throws his across the ring and makes his exit back to the Dark Alliance locker room.
All night, Minion had sat back in the Dark Alliance locker room, watching events unfold as he waited for his matches against the Xaviers to come up on the card. He looked via backstage monitor as the likes of Scott Manor, Avenger and Nate Michaels all insulted him for losing the Gladiator title last week. It was all getting to be a bit much for him. He had already broken into the arena's video feed and made his intentions known. Being over-tasked with leading the Dark Alliance was already running him ragged, not to mention he still had to compete in matches. It all boiled up inside him over time, and the time had come to finally show that he was more than just the sad, pathetic creature everyone saw him as since that fateful night in Manchester.
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Minion bursts out of his chair and storms out of the locker room. Angel asks where he was going, but Minion only snarled at her as he passed by without even a glance. Minion is seen stalking the hallways backstage, dumping trash cans and shoving arena staff as he passed through. One man in particular got in his way, and was met with Minion's hand clutching his throat! Minion glared into the man's face just before slamming him back hard into the wall. The man slumps to the floor, nearly unconscious from the impact. Minion pauses for a moment to look back at the man, and simply grins with a sick satisfaction as he walks on toward the arena entrance.
Moments later, Minion enters a darkened arena to the cheers of his fans. He snaps up a mic out of the hand of the man at the ring announcer's table before rolling under the bottom rope. The fans cheer once again as Minion takes his place in the center of the ring. As he waits for the roaring masses to die down, Minion scans over the crowd in attendance with a creepy smirk.
I have sat idly by, and there's much I have heard.
These three raging egos, all chattering like birds.
Manor, Michaels....Avenger as well?
For your opinion of me, you can all go to Hell!
If you all want to fight, then you need not look far.
I am here, and I'm ready...maybe more than you are.
With all I've got going, you're now on my list.
I'll meet you AND the Xaviers with the same iron fist.
Each coming week, I'll take one of you on.
You three, in succession, will see darkness before dawn!
Next week, The Avenger is going to be first.
He dreams of greatness, but I'll be his curse.
You've got 'til next week when ShowDown is aired.
It's Extreme Rules, Avenger. You best come prepared!!
With that, Minion throws his across the ring and makes his exit back to the Dark Alliance locker room.