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Out of Mind, Out of Sight
Topic Started: Mar 6 2009, 02:56 AM (93 Views)
Sean Madrox
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The darkness is engulfed in the arena as smoke slowly begins to fill every nook and cranny on the steeled building as the first few rifts of “Rock the Night” begins to blare through the PA system overhead. The crowd begins to jeer violently as they already know who is going to be making his way out to the ring tonight and it’s not someone they would like to be seeing.

Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke filled entryway and he is holding a microphone in his right hand as he wipes his chin from the beads of liquid that began to build up from the smoke. He walks back and forth on the stage running his hands through his hair and the stopping every few seconds getting ready to begin, but he continues with his pacing before finally settling on a spot and pulling the microphone up to his mouth and begins to address the crowd and their hatred for him.

“Alright haters…settle done.”

Sean cracks a grin as the indirect comment doesn’t go over well at all and he can’t help, but be happier and that is rather odd.

“I’m only out here tonight because later on I have a match with a fellow comrade of mine, at least that’s what I think we are?!”

Sean begins to walk down the stairway and towards the ring looking over his shoulder every few feet.

“So Blake…I think maybe we should have a little talk…”

Sean slides into the ring and he faces the entrance hoping to hear some familiar music and have a one on one with his fellow comrade.
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Poi
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Sean gets his wish a The House Always Wins blasts over the PA system in the arena. The fans explode in sheer hatred at seeing another member of SS&S poisoning their ring. Blake Orange strolls down to ringside, dressed in the finest Ted Baker suit money can buy. Blake slowly climbs the stairs to the ring and slides through the middle rope. A microphone is tossed to the Billionaire Butcher from outside the ring and Blake holds it to his mouth as his music fades.

Blake Orange: Sean...

An asshole chant directed at the two men in the ring drowns out Blake, but he doesn't let this bother him much.

Blake Orange: It's no secret that you and I aren't the closest of comrades. Not that I bear you any ill will you understand. No, quite the opposite. I feel nothing for you. I have a respect for Jim O'Brien and his new attitude. I feel pride in Prime and his Dual Crown reign. I feel hope in Chris Cage and Harrison O'Reily as our future, despite Cage's supposed nihilsm and Harrison's general buffoonary. But you Sean...

Dissention in the ranks?

Blake Orange: We're almost in the same boat. Some people claim we are the weak link in Smarty Smark's firm... with your inability to capture the UIC Championship and my, thus far, abysmal performance in my Trial Series. People are talking about us Sean... I have a feeling that's why you are my next opponent, come ReVolt.

Blake lowers his mic for a few moments and exchanges "looks" with Madrox.

Blake Orange: But what would our agent say to all this? We earn the man millions of dollars and my guess is the last thing he would want to see is you and I tearing each other limb from limb. Which is why I believe this will be a test of our sportsmanship Sean. A chance for the two most underated members of SS&S to show the world that we're not the bottom of the pile.

Blake lowers his mic again, this time waiting for a response from Sean...
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Sean Madrox
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Sean looks at Blake with a stone cold face and simple sucks his top teeth and runs his tongue over the pearly whites as he finally raises his microphone to his mouth and speaks.

“I guess everything that you say is rather true Blake, but my question to you is where do we going from here?.”

Sean runs his fingers through his hair once more and he takes a few steps back.

“You title us the most underrated comrades from the faction, but what are you going to do to stand out? I already know what I am going to do. Do we end this match in a no contest or are we going to fight to the death to show who is the bigger man?”

Sean raises his eyebrow as he looks around as the crowd is fairly quiet.

“Both of us are itching for wins and I know for a fact that I’m sick and tired of having to deal with losing week in and week out. Only to be told that we are apart of an unstoppable group, that we have “friends” to back us up. It seems that we are mere pawns…don’t you say?”

Sean chuckles a bit as he continues with his questions and statements.

“So Blake what do we do? Do we let agent decide?”
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Drake
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Before Blake can respond though, a familar music hits the PA system and the Drake Love entrance video begins to air at what is presumably a house show of some sort.

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However, Drake doesn't appear at the stage but instead he shows up on the screen sitting in a chair sporting a fine pair of shades. A very visible bruise garnishes Drake's face, just above the right side of his lip. There appears to be a serious lack of mirth in Drake's expression as he stares at Sean and Blake.

Drake: Excuse me boys, I hate to interrupt this confessions of a teenage loser that you morons are having but I felt the need to get a few things off my chest. Now all week long I have had people telling me what a big break this week is for me. That the first crack in the uniformity in the SS&S might appear as you two chipmunk penises attempt to fondle each other. That I should be glad a rift might appear between the two men both gunning for my title. Well I tell you this much, I highly suggest you two shut your flappers, kiss and makeup.

Removing his shades Drake smirks in that heartless way of the Drake of old.

Drake: I don't really give a damn if you line up to fall or if I have to smack you both around at the same time. Two weeks running I have had to taste defeat at the hands of SS&S and with you bozos just happening to be the line of fire, I am going to take out this anger out on both of your sorry hides. Sean and Blake, you both talk alot of trash about things you know nothing about. Now I won't sit here and deny facts, hell both of you have bested me in the past for the Fighting Spirit Championship. One would think that I would be lucky to survive one of you let alone the both of you Mickey Mouse club castoffs. But make no mistake about it, be it this week in this Rumble jumble hell or at Anarchy in the UK, I will put up this belt if and when I need to.

Reaching under his chair, Drake brings up the Undisputed International Championship holding it up next to his head.

Drake: I will put this belt on the line to anyone that wants to get in line, and unlike Ash Koopa when I say I am a fighting champion I actually mean it. So step on up boys and come take your shot. I promise you that I am going to leave with his belt on Sunday and I damn sure am going to leave all the past issues with you two buried forever. Until then, go ahead and knock yourselves around for practice if you feel the need, just know you both have me waiting in the future. Now, excuse me boys, I have to go pick my number for the Rumble.

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Poi
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Blake raises his microphone.

Blake Orange: And that Sean is why we won't allow our battle to end in a no contest. Only the better of the two of us will go on to face that moron for his UIC title. Did you see the look in his eyes Sean? Did you see the fear? Drake Love knows that his days as Undisputed International Champion are numbered... just like he knew when his days as Fighting Spirit Champion were numbered.

Blake is closing in on Sean a little.

Blake Orange: And the point is, we're going to have to send our best man to do the job Sean. And come ReVolt, I'm sure we'll find out which of us it truly is. And when I do defeat you and get my hands on Drake Love and his gold, the world will know how you showed yourself to be a true sportsman and applaud my victory.

Blake extends his hand (rather insincerely) to his SS&S Associate and waits for a show of unity...
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Sean Madrox
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Sean reaches out and he grabs his ‘comrades’ hand shaking it, but he pulls him closer to him and he raises the microphone to his mouth at the same time.

“Blake you have the outcome backwards, but I can see the green in your face. Come revolt I’ll be the man walking out of the arena with my hand held high moving on to face Drake. And you will be the one in the background applauding me.”

Sean breathes heavily as he stares dead into Blake’s eyes as the scene finally fades to black and the crowd roars with a mixed reaction.
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