Post by kidluck on Jun 29, 2007 10:03:01 GMT -6
KEY Actions / Descriptions Meltdown Masahiro Tarka |
Meltdown slowly opens his eyes. He tries to move, but finds himself locked. He sighs and closes his eyes, breathing a gulp of oxygen through small slits in the metal to provide air. His back is immersed in lukewarm waterand he looks up into the darkness in this confined space What the hell am I doing in here? His eyes dart around, small beams of light are coming through the slits and onto his bare chest. He feels the water scuttle around his feet like ants. He shudders, his side banging off the metal Do not struggle..The lukewarm water..the confined space..Just focus and clear your mind. I want you to meet yourself..Meet your fears.. Meltdown thought this was a bunch of crap. He was stuck in a confined space. Nothing more. He sighed and closed his eyes. His muscles started to relax and his body started to calm..Soon, it became so quiet he could only hear the water lazily hitting the side of the tub and the sound of his low heartbeat. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of electric blue eyes staring back at him WHAT IN THE f**k ARE THEY?!! MELTDOWN! Calm! THERE'S SOMETHING IN HERE WITH ME!!! The sudden disturbance makes the eyes disappear into blackness. Meltdown sighs ..You were looking into your own eyes Meltdown gave an uneasy shudder You still ok? Kinda.. Good.. My eyes looked so blank..cold..unforgiving..So I guess it's true when they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Rage, agony, loathing..All present..like the night I destroyed Macros. He closed his eyes, feeling his blood surge thickly into his eardrums and his heart pound as he started to remember back.. Meltdown calmly walks over to Macros and they begin to trade punches before Meltdown ducks one, irish whips Macros into the corner and clotheslines him. Macros falls forward and hits the mat. Macros quickly stands up again… He could almost feel the thick skin of Macros crush under his forearm. He could smell the sweat flowing off of Macros' forehead as he smashed him against the turnbuckle..The scene was scaring Meltdown.. Macros: See, I told you that you couldn’t take me, ass hole. I am the better man! I’m still standing. Meltdon felt a common feeling jettisoning through his veins: Rage. Pure rage. He gave a small grimace as it further came back to him.. Meltdown turns around and on his way back to the ring, he picks up the steel chair. He slides under the bottom rope and goes to hit Macros with the chair. Macros ducks but second time lucky and Meltdown knocks him to the floor. Meltdown throws the chair to the mat and picks up Macros, locking him in a front face lock and hitting him with a brainbuster, busting him wide open. Now he could feel the blood pouring icily through his fingers. In the reality, Meltdown rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the blood cells underneath his fingers, feeling it pour through. He could see a pearly tooth fly as he hit the brainbuster..He could see the bloody,pulped face of Macros beneath him..He was the hunter Meltdown walks to the other side of the ring and sets up the table in the corner. He picks up Macros and aggressively irish whips him into the corner through the table. He lies in a heap on the floor covered in his own blood. Meltdown give a loud,primal breath. He could see the pulped, mashed body of Macros lying weakly in the corner. He could feel the blood..he could taste the metallic tang. He felt himself almost in the ring..He wanted more, but the scene only gave him so much. His body was beginning to urge towards a more feral side Meltdown leaves the ring, grabs Macros’ armor and puts it over his own body. He picks up Shane Sommer’s microphone. Meltdown: Listen to me Macros. I’m the Last True Warrior!!! He let out a feral scream. Breaking and banging against the metal lid, he felt power surge through his veins, felt himself want to hunt..kill. Tarka quickly flipped the lock and opened the lid, Meltdown slowly stood up, wearing blue cotton boxers Never..ever put a claustrophobic in a confined space AGAIN! Hmmph..I guess you failed your training then.. Tarka gave a quick look into Meltdowns eyes, swearing they had almost became wolf-like, yet still icy blue Or not.. Meltdown gave him a bewildered look, Tarka noticed he was staring into Meltdowns eyes and shook his head It's nothing..You found your true self? Meltdown felt his muscles clench, sending a wave of agony rippling through his body, but he nodded, feeling raw power scuttling through his body. It made him feel dangerous..it made him feel alive.. Then you have passed the training! Thank god.. Meltdown gave a happy sigh, to Tarka this seemed like nothing, but Meltdown was glad his more feral side had awoken Just be careful when you step into a ring. We don't want that wild side killing anyone Meltdowns icy blue eyes widened in awe How--How did you know? I was once like that. Be careful. Hehe...Ever killed a man before? Tarka shook his head Well..it doesn't matter..this side just means it's time for the hunt to begin..and the hunt begins in New England. I'm as dangerous as a wolf and as powerful as rhino..No-one better underestimate me AGAIN! Meltdown..just calm down.. Meltdown sighed I am calm.. Just keep a cool head coming into this match.. I don't need a cool head..I have rage. |