Beyond my grasp? (o2a)

[kingofhardcore]

The first lines of Mainlining Murder by Lars Fredrickson and the Bastards plays over the PA and the lights fade to a dull green glow as the man known as Renegade strolls onto the stage and pulls a Mic from his pocket,he walks down the ramp and stands in the ring......

R: Tick, Tock, Tick , Tock.....You hear that? Thats the onrush of time, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.......Thats the world trying to tell me something........Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.....the world trying to tell me one thing.....and one thing only.....your too old for this......your body can't take any more beatings.......your too old to win a belt here with these young guns in AWF........one match not even for the title and already i'm passed over?.......I'm Sorry, did i walk into some backward Indy fed? The blue smurf appears to still be there, running his mouth about me, and about how he deserves his title back........but yet i am overlooked? Is it true then? has my bodyclock run out? Is an AWF Title out of my grasp? I came here to be part of the greatest tag team in recent memory with my good friend Warren Peace, but due to circumstances beyond my control that was taken away.....so here it is....my AWF Swansong? Maybe.........The retirement of the Neon Alien? Maybe...........The end of the King?..............Maybe........

The crowd gasp at what Renegade is saying.........

He drops the mic and makes his way towards the back.........

[Rad Gnarley]

[glow=purple,3,400]"J'ai aimé... J'ai souffert.... Maintenant, je hais....."[/glow]

*Suddenly Renegade is stopped in his tracks as the gentle sound of a child's music box begins to play. The lights dim as an eerie mist emanates from the entrance curtain. After a few seconds, they part and out steps the frail frame of a tiny girl, barely 10 if possible, her dress of the finest black velvet and slightly goth, as is the rest of her ensemble. Her crimson pig tails bounce slightly as she makes her way toward a stunned Renegade, and she stops right in front of him, staring up at his face, a look of either interest or malice upon her face. Renegade looks around the crowd, unsure as to what is happening, and as he turns back toward the girl, she gingerly raises a hand and with her finger indicates she wants Renegade on her level. Slowly, cautiously, he obeys, kneeling slightly, and just as he is about eye to eye, the girl hauls off and slaps the taste out of his mouth, sending him back onto his ass. Before he can fully react, she is upon him, using her foot to force him onto his back as she stands over him, a scene that would seem ridiculous if not for the fire in her eyes.*

[?] [glow=purple,3,400]"Tell me, oh 'fallen creature', is THIS how one of the chosen should act? Perhaps the folly is not in looking for hopes with a failed team, but looking at the wrong person for said team...I shall be in touch..."[/glow]

*the girl gives the faintest of smiles just as the lights cut out. When they return in the blink of an eye, Renegade is alone on the ramp, a single black rose upon his chest....*