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--Fading Like A Dead Star, Woah (RP vs. Ryan Shane & Brian Kirkland); ...f**k You, TJ....
Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 09:01 PM (164 Views)
McNally
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--the poison underneath the skin


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Shame on you
For thinking you're an exception
We're all to blame
Crashing down to Earth
Wasting and burning out, you're
Fading like a dead star, woah
Harm is coming your way
Yeah, it's coming your way


You used to be everything to me
And now you're tired of fighting
Tired of fighting
Fighting yourself


Shame on you
For thinking
You're all alone
If you want I'll make you wish you were
Failing to impress
Why can't you sleep with
Someone who'll protect you, yeah
Harm is coming your way
Yeah it's coming your way


You used to be everything to me
And now you're tired of fighting
Tired of fighting
Fighting yourself


-"Dead Star" by Muse





Our scene opens in a local hotel in Dallas. We see a tall man, with black hair and blonde streaks stands in front of the steel elevator, awaiting it's arrival to the main floor. The man wears a pair of black sunglasses, and a blue pinstriped suit...his Nike duffle bag, slung across his massive shoulder. We hear a ding now, as he steps into the elevator.

The man is Bryan McNally..and in this elevator, he is not alone... He is accompanied in the elevator by his Beautiful Agony teammate, Mortius... Cheesy elevator music plays, during a long awkward silence, as the doors close. McNally reaches over and presses the number 14... Mortius presses 13....then 12...11...and every other number on the way up... McNally glares over, as Mortius now speaks...


>>the.harbringer.of.death. MORTIUS: So...how was your week?

McNally doesn't speak...he only growls under his breath.

>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: I think I liked it better when we did't speak...

He looks over at Mortius now, who crosses his arms...

>>the.harbringer.of.death. MORTIUS: I meant what I said. I don't like you... I don't respect you. But you are family, only by a name. Beautiful Agony... And me and you right now, Bryan..are fueled with hatred for one common enemy. Cage Stryker. This week...I'm going to do what you couldn't... I will...no only defeat Cage Styrker, I will take him out...permanently.

>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: Are you done with the lecture, father?

>>the.harbringer.of.death. MORTIUS: Just try not to die this week...and take care of that injury, eh champ?

Mortius slaps Bryan across the back, as McNally flinches in pain. The elevator makes a "ding" sound, as it reaches the thirtheenth floor. The doors open, as Mortius steps out...awaiting by those same doors, is their Beautiful Agony stablemate, and Mortius' tag-team partner... CZW X-Division Champion, Brian Blaze.

>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: Brian...when you get the chance...tell Eddie, that I need my phone back...


>>mister.entertainment. BRIAN.BLAZE: Yeah, no prob, B-Mac.

McNally and Mortius stare eachother down, as the elevator doors close slowly... Our cameras switch to Blaze and Mortius now...

>>mister.entertainment. BRIAN.BLAZE: What was that all about?

>>the.harbringer.of.death. MORTIUS: Nothing...me and McNally were just having a friendly discussion.

>>mister.entertainment. BRIAN.BLAZE: You? Friendly?

Our scene now returns to the elevator. *DING* Fourteenth floor. The doors open once more, as McNally steps out. He turns to the left and walks down the long corridor. We hear Bryan's heavy breathing, as we just focus in now, on the door ahead of us. "1407".. a number adding up to twelve. Twelve months have changed McNally alot. Twelve months ago... Bryan McNally was not in CZW. He and his (now, ex) wife...were living at "home" in Memphis...twelve months...they had a child together...Twelve months ago, life began to turn downhill.

Twelve months ago... Bryan was injured...recovering. Twelve months ago... Bryan lost that same child, in her sleep... His wife left the country...probably to both of their country of origin, Ireland...She frequently talked of going there...

In twelve months...the events leading up to them... Some could say that this was the obvious future. But Bryan's plans had backfired. Both began to fall in love with eachother...even after Bryan almost killing Allyson's grandfather... decapitating (literally) her ex-lover Brandon Deveraux...

And before that.... the three months of stalking...

The rape, and forced marriage, to the former Queen Of Combat champion.... McNally had shown his monsterous side to CZW, and to Allyson personally. It was no storyline. Allyson had Bryan arrested numerous times, regarding the situation...and yet, McNally always found a way to escape...


These thoughts all run through Bryan's head, as he slides the card key, into it's slot. The light turns green, as he turns the door handle.

The smell of fresh washed linen envelopes the room. Bryan tosses his bag down upon the bed to his right. He walks over towards the side drawer, and clicks on the light. The room is illuminated now, as he sits upon the lush blankets adorning, said bed...

Bryan opens the drawer...and removes the red, imitation snake skin bible. He flips through the pages....

Bryan lands on Ezekiel, and continues to flip through pages, his eyebrow raised... He stops once he reaches chapter twenty-one...verse thirty-three catches his attention.


>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: As for you, son of man, prophesy: Thus says the Lord GOD against the Ammonites and their insults: A sword, a sword is drawn for slaughter, burnished to consume and to flash lightning, because you planned with false visions and lying divinations to lay it on the necks of depraved and wicked men whose day has come when their crimes are at an end. Return it to its sheath! In the place where you were created, in the land of your origin, I will judge you. I will pour out my indignation upon you, breathing my fiery wrath upon you, I will hand you over to ravaging men, artisans of destruction. You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall flow throughout the land. You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken.

That's funny...


Bryan slams shut the book of foolish words. He tosses it onto the floor...and spits upon it. He then suddenly stands, and looks towards the heavily curtained window. He draws them back, and notices his window is open...upon the windowsill, chirps loudly, a blue jay. McNally takes the small creature into his massive hands, and brings it inside.

>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: Well, you're a long bit away from home, aren't you? Maybe you're like me... an outcast... a freak... There's no home for creatures like us. There's no love...only pain...

McNally holds the bird in his right hand. It hops lightly arond in his palm, as Bryan's eyes light up with excitement. A smile creeps across the facial features of the Irish giant...as he slowly closes his hand in a tight fist...encasing the bird.

Frantically it chirps...flapping its wings around...possibly breaking the bones within them...

Bryan squeezes even harder...as finally we hear a sickening crunch...he opens his hand now...the broken body of the small blue jay, bloody...and almost unidentifiable.

McNally tosses the remains into the air, and as it comes back down, hits a bicycle kick sending the bird across the room...against a wall...


>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall flow throughout the land. You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken... and you know what? That little story is true. Ryan Shane...the Straight Edge curse...you claim that you will be remembered. That you will make an impact. No one here in CZW has made a bigger impact, than the Super Semen of CZW, Bryan McNally...

See...Shane, like our other opponent this week, Brian Kirkland. You claim to be Straight Edge..well, I WILL..BREAK YOU!

I will push you to limits you didn't even know you had... I will make you beg for me to stop...as I pummel your face to a bloody pulp...

And Kirkland, I haven't forgotten about you, since our last encounter. Yes...you did get a win over me, with my own finisher none the less... A great accomplishment for you, was it not? But that Brian...was the last time you will ever get that opporitunity.

I will rip your face apart, destroying those facial features...I will bend your body in ways that even a Chinese contortionist will envy.

I drink...I smoke... I do drugs. I have promiscuous sex.... I kill.... I steal... I destroy.

I am everything your kind hates....


Bryan walks over now, to where the winged creature lies... He picks it up again...and kisses the bloody mess, softly.

>>the.ripper. MCNALLY: You to me...are like this bird. Fragile. Young. Easily swayed....easily broken. Like..I was... two weeks ago... When Cage Stryker...decided to try to take me out. YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS!

...It's only a matter of time....


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