Post by Osiris on Mar 13, 2010 3:58:02 GMT -5
Osiris is seen pacing around in a locker room that also has Jackel and Kouga present. A TV was also in the room, and playing on it in a seemingly endless loop played the message that Klown made. With each repeat, Osiris looked more and more agitated, running his long nails through his unruly hair making his frustrated face even more visible.
Osiris: No, no, no, no, no, NO!! I sent him packing, along with the rest of that thing of a family. They were out of my hair, because I forced them out! They were gone, and that was how it was suppose to stay! But that damned Klown just can't leave me in peace. Ever since that video played, it's all I can think about, I'm losing sleep over it. Not because I'm afraid of something happening to me, but because every time I try to sleep, even every time I close my eyes, even if I so much as blink, I SEE THAT GODDAMN FACE!!! That sick smile, and that one eye he has left just staring a freaking hole into me, burning, like he's branding me.
His pacing starts to get faster, until he unleashes the frustration onto the wall, smacking both of his fists into the wall, with some cracks forming around the impact.
Osiris: No, I can't let this get to me, I've got a match to get ready for. I can't let him win before he even gets here.
He turns to address the two others in the room.
Osiris: You two get ready for your championship matches, I'm heading out.
He walks out of the locker room, more like speed walking. And every few minutes he checks over his shoulder, making sure that no one was there. He was about to turn another corner, but he sees a shadow on the wall of the he was about to turn. Seeing this, he slowly walks towards the hallway, with his back up against the wall. Taking a deep breath, he swiftly turns the corner to see what was making the shadow, and to his surprise it was Klown!!
Osiris: AAAAHHHH!!!!
He throws his fists at Klown, wildly, just trying to keep him away. One of his fists connected though, but it wasn't the sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was rather the sound of cardboard being broken. Taking a better look at just what he hit, he realizes that it was not really Klown, but rather a life size cardboard cut out of him, but now without a head thanks to Osiris punching it off.
Osiris: Oh, it's not really him. Phew. *Shakes his head* Can't let him get to me, can't let him get to me.
Osiris continued to repeat that phrase, almost like a chant. Continuing on his walk, he makes his way out to the stage, to the chorus of boos that came from the crowd from his very presence. Ignoring them, he makes his way to ringside, but before he gets into the ring he slowly checks under the ring, making sure no one at all was under it. Seeing that the coast was clear, he went and grabbed a mic from a stagehand and got into the ring.
Osiris: Damn that Klown, damn him!!! Why couldn't you have just stayed gone, why couldn't you have made my life just a little bit easier? I already got the rest of SIN breathing down my neck, each one wanting a piece of me.
He puts the mic down for a minute, rubbing his forehead with his palms. After doing that and taking some deep breaths, he picks the mic back up.
Osiris: So after having defeated all three members of the Power Trip in one form or another, management has saw it fit to make me take on the muscle of their group, Death. Well that's just fine, because it's not Klown. I shall prove who the real monster of AWF is, and I will walk away from the match with nothing else happening to me. No SIN, no Klown, just me getting the hell out of the arena.
Osiris: No, no, no, no, no, NO!! I sent him packing, along with the rest of that thing of a family. They were out of my hair, because I forced them out! They were gone, and that was how it was suppose to stay! But that damned Klown just can't leave me in peace. Ever since that video played, it's all I can think about, I'm losing sleep over it. Not because I'm afraid of something happening to me, but because every time I try to sleep, even every time I close my eyes, even if I so much as blink, I SEE THAT GODDAMN FACE!!! That sick smile, and that one eye he has left just staring a freaking hole into me, burning, like he's branding me.
His pacing starts to get faster, until he unleashes the frustration onto the wall, smacking both of his fists into the wall, with some cracks forming around the impact.
Osiris: No, I can't let this get to me, I've got a match to get ready for. I can't let him win before he even gets here.
He turns to address the two others in the room.
Osiris: You two get ready for your championship matches, I'm heading out.
He walks out of the locker room, more like speed walking. And every few minutes he checks over his shoulder, making sure that no one was there. He was about to turn another corner, but he sees a shadow on the wall of the he was about to turn. Seeing this, he slowly walks towards the hallway, with his back up against the wall. Taking a deep breath, he swiftly turns the corner to see what was making the shadow, and to his surprise it was Klown!!
Osiris: AAAAHHHH!!!!
He throws his fists at Klown, wildly, just trying to keep him away. One of his fists connected though, but it wasn't the sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was rather the sound of cardboard being broken. Taking a better look at just what he hit, he realizes that it was not really Klown, but rather a life size cardboard cut out of him, but now without a head thanks to Osiris punching it off.
Osiris: Oh, it's not really him. Phew. *Shakes his head* Can't let him get to me, can't let him get to me.
Osiris continued to repeat that phrase, almost like a chant. Continuing on his walk, he makes his way out to the stage, to the chorus of boos that came from the crowd from his very presence. Ignoring them, he makes his way to ringside, but before he gets into the ring he slowly checks under the ring, making sure no one at all was under it. Seeing that the coast was clear, he went and grabbed a mic from a stagehand and got into the ring.
Osiris: Damn that Klown, damn him!!! Why couldn't you have just stayed gone, why couldn't you have made my life just a little bit easier? I already got the rest of SIN breathing down my neck, each one wanting a piece of me.
He puts the mic down for a minute, rubbing his forehead with his palms. After doing that and taking some deep breaths, he picks the mic back up.
Osiris: So after having defeated all three members of the Power Trip in one form or another, management has saw it fit to make me take on the muscle of their group, Death. Well that's just fine, because it's not Klown. I shall prove who the real monster of AWF is, and I will walk away from the match with nothing else happening to me. No SIN, no Klown, just me getting the hell out of the arena.
