Post by πΏππ π»πππππππ π°ππ on Nov 12, 2012 22:52:40 GMT -5
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[/color]βAre we seeing a different side of MONROE?β
Jeremiah Miles was down; unmoving, unresponsive, and the crowdβs silence gave credit to the gravity of the situation. MONROE simply gazed down upon the competitor, the wheels obviously turning in his head on what to do from this point forward. The two men had been struggling on the top rope when his opponentβs feet gave way. Slipping backwards in an awkward manner, his head had crashed against the turnbuckle before falling to the canvas. His body twitched, there was signs of life β but consciousness was not currently home.
βIs he going to help him?β
Leaning down, he took the manβs right arm. Hooking it around his neck, he helped the man to his feet as the crowd roared to life over the display of showmanship from MONROE β but thatβs when something snapped. As if he being driven away from the course of action by the response of the crowd, MONROE swiftly placed his right leg behind that of Milesβ left and swung wildly with his right arm, delivering a lariat that seemed to shake the very foundation of the PCW Arena. Wasting little time, he instantly hooked in the Nemesis Gate and looked to the referee in charge.
βCheck him.β
His voice was cold, uncaring, and yet there was a foreign twinkle in his eyes that said otherwise. As he wrenched back the hold, flailing violently, he waited for the refereeβs call and instantly released the hold. As he slid out of the ring he watched the staff members and EMTβs quickly consume it.
βWhat a monsterβ¦β
The fanβs statements all played on repeat in his head, and as he closed his eyes he simply let it all fade away. With a death breath he opened his eyes and a soft smirk was painted across his face. As the jeers rained down upon him he scooped up his North American championship from ringside. Gazing to the crowd, he took in their demeanor and slowly made his way up the ramp. They could love or hate him β it didnβt matter at the end of the day. All that mattered was what happened in that squared circle, and while he regretted the unfortunate accident it wasnβt something that he would let cloud his judgment; he was there to win, not gain the crowdβs favor.
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