Aftermath: What the water gave me
Dec 13, 2017 3:01:53 GMT -5
Nathan Saniti, Brenna Gordon, and 1 more like this
Post by The Anarchist on Dec 13, 2017 3:01:53 GMT -5
OOC: I wanted to take a moment to say, Welcome back, Thaly! It's nice to see you back around these parts again 
I wasn't expecting a Brenna Gordon return (I guessed Olivia Xavier), but it was a nice surprise to see her show up and well, take Seromine down another notch, haha. Wishing you the best in your second go-round!
About this RP: I was just in the mood to write and felt like doing a follow-up to the events of Collision Course. It probably belongs in a different section, but I decided to place it here instead.
I hope you enjoy the read (if anyone reads this dreck, lol).
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Things hadn’t gone according to plan for the Serpentine Sermonizer.
After a long and grueling match that saw him defend his World Championship against challenger heathen, Kyle Shane, Seromine found himself pinned in a losing effort. Not aiding matters was the loss of Gabriel’s North American Championship earlier in the night.
Seromine’s wife, Destiny, found herself being tossed out late, which removed her moral support from the equation. Gabriel attempted to redeem himself after the bell had rung and the new champion’s music played. But it was his second failure of the evening. Kyle saw the attack coming and was able to thwart it by knocking him unconscious with VATS.
ASHES TO ASHES
Kyle Shane was pulled into a sickening clothesline that left him disoriented. In his weakened state, he wasn’t able to counter the attack like he had during the match. Seromine was incensed and made sure to put that extra something into driving his skull into the canvas with a spine adjusting DDT. The reverberation behind the impact surely had to shock his nervous system out of commission.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED
Seromine had no idea about the returning intruder sneaking up from behind. Sure, he had done the exact same thing to others in the past, so he wasn’t innocent here. A quick motion and he was out for the count. His brain had no time to process who the assailant was. It was a move he had felt before, but when you are caught by surprise…
The fallen preacher didn’t stick around to hear of the World Title theft from Notorious. That matter did not concern him. Seromine staggered his way back to the locker room, defeated, humbled, humiliated. The faithful he had endearingly tried to save from the pratfalls of sin, booed him throughout, cheered his downfall, and laughed at his post-match misfortune.
When he got to his locker room and the ripples calmed…
“Are you okay?” came the concerned voice of his loving wife. He took a quick look at her and then turned his attention to one of the four walls inside of his locker room. A placed duffel bag with his street clothes was sent flying across the room like a football. It smushed and spilled out the contents. Seromine found a nearby towel to wipe the sweat out of his face with. His body was still feeling the residuals of a top rope finisher and the sneak attack. But not just those, the entirety of his contest.
“That God damn ref!” Seromine quipped with rage. “Who in the hell does he think he is removing you from ringside?”
“Babe.”
“I can’t---” he was trying to calm himself down “I can’t believe I lost the title. I can’t believe Gabriel lost his title. This wasn’t part of the plan!”
“Babe.”
Seromine paced around the room, favoring his back in particular. Destiny stood her ground. She remained concerned as she tries getting her husband to reply. When he finally stops to sit down, his head lowers into his hands. His fingers combed their way through his sweat stained hair. Destiny hands him a bottle of water to drink. He takes it, thanks her, and proceeds to drink the clear liquid. She sighs to herself.
“I know who did it. You won’t believe me when I tell you.”
Seromine lifts his head with peaked interest. “I don’t care who it is. They are going to have a price to pay when the time is right!”
Their eyes lock for a split second. A malicious smile emerges across her oval face. Her braided pigtails swing from side to side as her head nods in agreement. “It was---”
“Loki? That son of a bitch has been persecuting me all year long!”
“No.”
“Did Nathaniel decide he wanted to be permanently disabled?”
Her eyes shift with a shrug to follow. “Could be, but no. It was---”
He interrupted one more time.
“Was it him?"
Him being his long time best friend and former tag team partner, Johnny “Loco” Marquez. “No. It was Brenna Gordon!”
The water Seromine had been drinking turned into a mist. Destiny was spared as his head quickly flipped away from her. She hadn’t been around these parts in quite a long while. A skeleton from the depths of the seas returning in the flesh. Seromine’s eyes widened with shock.
“Brenna Gordon…?”
Destiny confirmed again.
“Bren---Brenna Gordon.” Seromine nodded to himself. “BRENNA FUCKING GORDON!!” The water bottle became the latest projectile to hit the wall. There was no love loss between them. Time had moved on and situations changed. But the collision course they were on last year, halted. Until tonight.
“This is a problem for our cause, Jason. Brenna Gordon is a formidable force to be reckoned with. We already have a list of enemies against us. Now they have a powerful ally.”
Destiny spoke truth. Brenna Gordon was a rising star during her last stint. Tough as nails and not afraid of any challenge, she was not one to take lightly. This was a problem. There was unfinished business with her. One could not just rush in foolishly at Brenna and expect to avoid being pulled into the Rip Tide. Destiny looked on as Seromine massaged his temples. Time was being wasted here in the arena. It was best to fly back home and figure things out for the new year. “I want Gabriel informed of this.”
Destiny nods. “He will be, if he doesn’t find out on his own. But I think we should tell somebody else.”
Seromine watches his wife walk into the adjoining bathroom. While she is away, he gathers up the clothes he will change into following a shower. When she returns, she has a small, red, box. What the...it wasn’t Christmas yet.
“I found this when I was escorted back here. I didn’t look to see what was inside. I could have though.” she replied firmly. “After all, it’s addressed to both of us.”
Destiny reaches into her pocket, pulling out the tag that had been attached. Seromine stops what he is doing long enough to read it. Sure enough, it had their names on it. The lid is removed and inside…
Inside is a hard plastic mask with a black elastic band to keep it in place when worn. It was of a Great Horned Owl. He studied it’s features. It was a mask he hadn’t worn in some time. The followers picked out different animal masks to wear, taking a cue from their leader and his wife. They hadn't been seen since October. The masks only covered their faces. He didn’t put it on, however. Nor did he reject it. Destiny’s was a Rattlesnake and was also included. She preferred to wear Seromine’s black, wide brimmed hat instead.
They look at one another. A paused moment in time. “I’m going to hop in the shower, and then we’ll fly home.”
The mask was put inside of his duffel bag. A decision that wasn’t ready to be made just yet. Destiny takes off his hat, placing it over the mask. A smile comes across her face. “I’ll join you.”
On the flight home, neither remained awake for long. It had been a long, disruptive, night. Only at the end did it get better. A decision would have to be made. But there was time to make it. Until then, they would happily celebrate the holidays with their children, and ring in the new year as a family.
I wasn't expecting a Brenna Gordon return (I guessed Olivia Xavier), but it was a nice surprise to see her show up and well, take Seromine down another notch, haha. Wishing you the best in your second go-round! About this RP: I was just in the mood to write and felt like doing a follow-up to the events of Collision Course. It probably belongs in a different section, but I decided to place it here instead.
I hope you enjoy the read (if anyone reads this dreck, lol).
------------
Things hadn’t gone according to plan for the Serpentine Sermonizer.
After a long and grueling match that saw him defend his World Championship against challenger heathen, Kyle Shane, Seromine found himself pinned in a losing effort. Not aiding matters was the loss of Gabriel’s North American Championship earlier in the night.
Seromine’s wife, Destiny, found herself being tossed out late, which removed her moral support from the equation. Gabriel attempted to redeem himself after the bell had rung and the new champion’s music played. But it was his second failure of the evening. Kyle saw the attack coming and was able to thwart it by knocking him unconscious with VATS.
ASHES TO ASHES
Kyle Shane was pulled into a sickening clothesline that left him disoriented. In his weakened state, he wasn’t able to counter the attack like he had during the match. Seromine was incensed and made sure to put that extra something into driving his skull into the canvas with a spine adjusting DDT. The reverberation behind the impact surely had to shock his nervous system out of commission.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED
Seromine had no idea about the returning intruder sneaking up from behind. Sure, he had done the exact same thing to others in the past, so he wasn’t innocent here. A quick motion and he was out for the count. His brain had no time to process who the assailant was. It was a move he had felt before, but when you are caught by surprise…
The fallen preacher didn’t stick around to hear of the World Title theft from Notorious. That matter did not concern him. Seromine staggered his way back to the locker room, defeated, humbled, humiliated. The faithful he had endearingly tried to save from the pratfalls of sin, booed him throughout, cheered his downfall, and laughed at his post-match misfortune.
When he got to his locker room and the ripples calmed…
“Are you okay?” came the concerned voice of his loving wife. He took a quick look at her and then turned his attention to one of the four walls inside of his locker room. A placed duffel bag with his street clothes was sent flying across the room like a football. It smushed and spilled out the contents. Seromine found a nearby towel to wipe the sweat out of his face with. His body was still feeling the residuals of a top rope finisher and the sneak attack. But not just those, the entirety of his contest.
“That God damn ref!” Seromine quipped with rage. “Who in the hell does he think he is removing you from ringside?”
“Babe.”
“I can’t---” he was trying to calm himself down “I can’t believe I lost the title. I can’t believe Gabriel lost his title. This wasn’t part of the plan!”
“Babe.”
Seromine paced around the room, favoring his back in particular. Destiny stood her ground. She remained concerned as she tries getting her husband to reply. When he finally stops to sit down, his head lowers into his hands. His fingers combed their way through his sweat stained hair. Destiny hands him a bottle of water to drink. He takes it, thanks her, and proceeds to drink the clear liquid. She sighs to herself.
“I know who did it. You won’t believe me when I tell you.”
Seromine lifts his head with peaked interest. “I don’t care who it is. They are going to have a price to pay when the time is right!”
Their eyes lock for a split second. A malicious smile emerges across her oval face. Her braided pigtails swing from side to side as her head nods in agreement. “It was---”
“Loki? That son of a bitch has been persecuting me all year long!”
“No.”
“Did Nathaniel decide he wanted to be permanently disabled?”
Her eyes shift with a shrug to follow. “Could be, but no. It was---”
He interrupted one more time.
“Was it him?"
Him being his long time best friend and former tag team partner, Johnny “Loco” Marquez. “No. It was Brenna Gordon!”
The water Seromine had been drinking turned into a mist. Destiny was spared as his head quickly flipped away from her. She hadn’t been around these parts in quite a long while. A skeleton from the depths of the seas returning in the flesh. Seromine’s eyes widened with shock.
“Brenna Gordon…?”
Destiny confirmed again.
“Bren---Brenna Gordon.” Seromine nodded to himself. “BRENNA FUCKING GORDON!!” The water bottle became the latest projectile to hit the wall. There was no love loss between them. Time had moved on and situations changed. But the collision course they were on last year, halted. Until tonight.
“This is a problem for our cause, Jason. Brenna Gordon is a formidable force to be reckoned with. We already have a list of enemies against us. Now they have a powerful ally.”
Destiny spoke truth. Brenna Gordon was a rising star during her last stint. Tough as nails and not afraid of any challenge, she was not one to take lightly. This was a problem. There was unfinished business with her. One could not just rush in foolishly at Brenna and expect to avoid being pulled into the Rip Tide. Destiny looked on as Seromine massaged his temples. Time was being wasted here in the arena. It was best to fly back home and figure things out for the new year. “I want Gabriel informed of this.”
Destiny nods. “He will be, if he doesn’t find out on his own. But I think we should tell somebody else.”
Seromine watches his wife walk into the adjoining bathroom. While she is away, he gathers up the clothes he will change into following a shower. When she returns, she has a small, red, box. What the...it wasn’t Christmas yet.
“I found this when I was escorted back here. I didn’t look to see what was inside. I could have though.” she replied firmly. “After all, it’s addressed to both of us.”
Destiny reaches into her pocket, pulling out the tag that had been attached. Seromine stops what he is doing long enough to read it. Sure enough, it had their names on it. The lid is removed and inside…
Inside is a hard plastic mask with a black elastic band to keep it in place when worn. It was of a Great Horned Owl. He studied it’s features. It was a mask he hadn’t worn in some time. The followers picked out different animal masks to wear, taking a cue from their leader and his wife. They hadn't been seen since October. The masks only covered their faces. He didn’t put it on, however. Nor did he reject it. Destiny’s was a Rattlesnake and was also included. She preferred to wear Seromine’s black, wide brimmed hat instead.
They look at one another. A paused moment in time. “I’m going to hop in the shower, and then we’ll fly home.”
The mask was put inside of his duffel bag. A decision that wasn’t ready to be made just yet. Destiny takes off his hat, placing it over the mask. A smile comes across her face. “I’ll join you.”
On the flight home, neither remained awake for long. It had been a long, disruptive, night. Only at the end did it get better. A decision would have to be made. But there was time to make it. Until then, they would happily celebrate the holidays with their children, and ring in the new year as a family.