Post by SwitchBack on Nov 18, 2007 19:08:20 GMT -5
Warren Peace glared at his reflection in the mirror, not impressed with what he was seeing; a black eye, a bloody nose, and a busted lip that was going to need stiches. He watched as the blood dripped off of his face and into the sink, not caring if it would stain.
What embarassed him the most, was that she saw him get his ass kicked.
The object of his affection, the crush he'd had on her since he joined OCW, the apple to his eye that he could see out of.
And she didn't know.
The blood continued to drip as he held himself up with his arms by the sink, but his thoughts were interupted once The Neon Alien himself walked in.
"Warren my boy! What an awesome match tonight. We really showed those suckers! That oughta teach them not to mess with The Kings of Hardcore! Get ready Big Guy, we're lighting up the night tonight!"
Warren gave himself a small smile, catching the optimism from Renegade. Always knew how to have a good time, always seeing the brighter sides to things; the glass was half full.
So if Renegade's positive energy was so contagious, how come the glass was half empty to Warren?
Pulling his fist back, it conected with the mirror, letting out a yell as he did so, the mirror shattered and laid in pieces around him and the sink. Kicking the garbage can, Warren put a dent into that as well.
"Warren, what the hell are ya doing? Tate is going to have to pay for the damage!" Jason Bernetolli shouted at him as he entered the washroom. "Look at the mess! Jesus Christ boy, what's you're problem?" Warren glared at the US Champion, not putting much thought into what Jason just told him.
The veins were popping out of his arms as he took a swing at Jason Bernetolli, connecting right at his jaw. The pop sound it made brought a sadistic smile to Warren's face as he walked out of the change room, in search for a trainer to stich up his lip.
He saw her on his way to the trainers; the scared look she had in her eyes when he walked by put a sick feeling in his stomach. Her dark hair falling loosely at her shoulders, the smile she was sharing with the other maidens made her seem so pretty, almost angelic like.
And he ruined it by looking at her, with his black eye, bloody nose and busted lip.
Laying still as the trainer stiched up his lip, he glanced over to the door where he saw Christina Cervantes standing, arms crossed over her chest. She walked in the room and took a seat next to Warren, letting the silence tense.
"You let your anger take control of you again," Christina pointed out. "Jason's jaw is pretty swelled up, nothing bad though. Just needs some ice." Warren let out a grunt, showing he was listening. "Warren, if you really want to win her, you can't let shit like this happen. Trust me. You're creeping her out that poor girl. How is she suppose to like you if you keep doing this?" Warren shrugged his shoulders. Shaking her head, Christina left the room, leaving the large man laying there, getting his lip stiched up.
It's not like he wanted to scare her. It was nature. It was 6'2", 260 pounds, he's going to scare people no matter what he was going to do.
But from the sounds of it, she was scared the most.
Warren roomed with CK One that night, a buddy from cTn. He knew what was going on, what the larger man was thinking most of the time. Maybe he could help.
"Big man, this is what you have to do," CK started, being the lady expert that he is. "Don't be yourself. It doesn't matter how often chicks say that like it when you're you, the truth is, they don't. And when the guy is as big and as scary as you are, you aren't allowed to be yourself, you just aren't." Warren nodded his head, encouraging the younger man to go on. "This is your problem: Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. With your head so far up JC's ass, no one knows who you are, you're just the big scary guy in cTn."
"I don't get it," Warren informed CK. Sighing, CK laid back on his bed, letting his head hit the soft pillows.
"Big Guy, this whole, tough guy, don't take shit from no one chracter...It sucks. Be nicer to people, ya know? Quit flexing so much, you aren't me ya know. Really, it's just your anger that's getting you messed up, it takes over you too much. That, my friend, is what is scaring poor Miss. Didi away from you."
"Too much muscle?" Warren questioned.
"No, she likes muscle. Fuck, she's been hanging out with Scythe for how long? Two years? It's not the muscle, it's the personality, or lack there of," CK told him.
"So, what you're saying is, to get Didi, I have to stop being me?"
"Welcome to the year 2007 Warren, where women are harder to understand than they were back in the 1900's. Confusing chracters those chicks are. Anyways, it's late, we got an early flight, I'm calling it a night. Night bro." With that, CK rolled over and turned off the night light that stood on the night table between the two beds.
Warren laid in his bed that night more confused than ever. He wasn't allowed to be the mean, 'scary' guy that people knew him as, but that's all he knew how to be.
"Hey, CK," Warren whispered, "are you sayng I have to turn into a big softie guy?"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night Warren, just go to sleep, you're annoying me." Smiling, Warren rolled over and shut his eyes.
Tomorrow was going to be a new day.
What embarassed him the most, was that she saw him get his ass kicked.
The object of his affection, the crush he'd had on her since he joined OCW, the apple to his eye that he could see out of.
And she didn't know.
The blood continued to drip as he held himself up with his arms by the sink, but his thoughts were interupted once The Neon Alien himself walked in.
"Warren my boy! What an awesome match tonight. We really showed those suckers! That oughta teach them not to mess with The Kings of Hardcore! Get ready Big Guy, we're lighting up the night tonight!"
Warren gave himself a small smile, catching the optimism from Renegade. Always knew how to have a good time, always seeing the brighter sides to things; the glass was half full.
So if Renegade's positive energy was so contagious, how come the glass was half empty to Warren?
Pulling his fist back, it conected with the mirror, letting out a yell as he did so, the mirror shattered and laid in pieces around him and the sink. Kicking the garbage can, Warren put a dent into that as well.
"Warren, what the hell are ya doing? Tate is going to have to pay for the damage!" Jason Bernetolli shouted at him as he entered the washroom. "Look at the mess! Jesus Christ boy, what's you're problem?" Warren glared at the US Champion, not putting much thought into what Jason just told him.
The veins were popping out of his arms as he took a swing at Jason Bernetolli, connecting right at his jaw. The pop sound it made brought a sadistic smile to Warren's face as he walked out of the change room, in search for a trainer to stich up his lip.
He saw her on his way to the trainers; the scared look she had in her eyes when he walked by put a sick feeling in his stomach. Her dark hair falling loosely at her shoulders, the smile she was sharing with the other maidens made her seem so pretty, almost angelic like.
And he ruined it by looking at her, with his black eye, bloody nose and busted lip.
Laying still as the trainer stiched up his lip, he glanced over to the door where he saw Christina Cervantes standing, arms crossed over her chest. She walked in the room and took a seat next to Warren, letting the silence tense.
"You let your anger take control of you again," Christina pointed out. "Jason's jaw is pretty swelled up, nothing bad though. Just needs some ice." Warren let out a grunt, showing he was listening. "Warren, if you really want to win her, you can't let shit like this happen. Trust me. You're creeping her out that poor girl. How is she suppose to like you if you keep doing this?" Warren shrugged his shoulders. Shaking her head, Christina left the room, leaving the large man laying there, getting his lip stiched up.
It's not like he wanted to scare her. It was nature. It was 6'2", 260 pounds, he's going to scare people no matter what he was going to do.
But from the sounds of it, she was scared the most.
Warren roomed with CK One that night, a buddy from cTn. He knew what was going on, what the larger man was thinking most of the time. Maybe he could help.
"Big man, this is what you have to do," CK started, being the lady expert that he is. "Don't be yourself. It doesn't matter how often chicks say that like it when you're you, the truth is, they don't. And when the guy is as big and as scary as you are, you aren't allowed to be yourself, you just aren't." Warren nodded his head, encouraging the younger man to go on. "This is your problem: Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. With your head so far up JC's ass, no one knows who you are, you're just the big scary guy in cTn."
"I don't get it," Warren informed CK. Sighing, CK laid back on his bed, letting his head hit the soft pillows.
"Big Guy, this whole, tough guy, don't take shit from no one chracter...It sucks. Be nicer to people, ya know? Quit flexing so much, you aren't me ya know. Really, it's just your anger that's getting you messed up, it takes over you too much. That, my friend, is what is scaring poor Miss. Didi away from you."
"Too much muscle?" Warren questioned.
"No, she likes muscle. Fuck, she's been hanging out with Scythe for how long? Two years? It's not the muscle, it's the personality, or lack there of," CK told him.
"So, what you're saying is, to get Didi, I have to stop being me?"
"Welcome to the year 2007 Warren, where women are harder to understand than they were back in the 1900's. Confusing chracters those chicks are. Anyways, it's late, we got an early flight, I'm calling it a night. Night bro." With that, CK rolled over and turned off the night light that stood on the night table between the two beds.
Warren laid in his bed that night more confused than ever. He wasn't allowed to be the mean, 'scary' guy that people knew him as, but that's all he knew how to be.
"Hey, CK," Warren whispered, "are you sayng I have to turn into a big softie guy?"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night Warren, just go to sleep, you're annoying me." Smiling, Warren rolled over and shut his eyes.
Tomorrow was going to be a new day.
