Post by Murdoc on Mar 30, 2013 14:48:46 GMT -5
‘You ... you don’t have to go YET, you know ... ‘
Her voice is soft. Soothing. Gently pleading.
‘... I’m sure your time is coming. You never know when a tournament is coming up ... ‘ He shakes his head softly. ‘I don’t need a tournament to deserve my SPOT. If the main event at Mass Destruction III comes anywhere NEAR Ace Anderson versus Murdoc, I’ll bow out. But to be honest? I don’t think it will. I haven’t been given my due process, my fair shake ... in months. The closest thing was running amok in a Tag Team division that is now ... AGAIN ... dead in the water.’
She nods in understanding. She can’t really offer anything in the way of a valid argument. A frustrating point of contention, to be sure. And one always present. He never seemed to be wrong, in any issue. ‘Sweetheart ... what am I going to do with you gone?’ He smiles warmly. ‘DESTROY EVERYONE. Let’s be honest: you’ve been the reigning champion of the Genesis Division since it was re-instated. You’re on the verge of EXPLODING ...’
‘It’s all for YOU. I wouldn’t BE there if it weren’t for you. I don’t want to BE there if you aren’t there.’ The words touch him on a profound level. Here she stands, professing a love for him that most people only ever DREAM of having, let alone FINDING in their lifetime. He draws her in close, now suddenly not so sure of his decision. 'The needs of the many outweigh the needs of two. Although you make a strong case otherwise.’ He pecks her on the top of the head and leans back. 'I have to make sure everything is taken care of, Amba.’
'It’s NOT YOUR JOB to hold the entire PLANET on your SHOULDERS!’ Her tone switches in an instant. Murdoc is nearly taken aback by the sudden outburst, but Eira cares little for conversational protocol. ' ... you know how I am. I always have been.’ She nods and sighs. 'Stubborn as an ox.’ He smiles and pats her on the head. ‘And it isn’t forever. Just for a little while. But of course ... ‘
Her voice is soft. Soothing. Gently pleading.
‘... I’m sure your time is coming. You never know when a tournament is coming up ... ‘ He shakes his head softly. ‘I don’t need a tournament to deserve my SPOT. If the main event at Mass Destruction III comes anywhere NEAR Ace Anderson versus Murdoc, I’ll bow out. But to be honest? I don’t think it will. I haven’t been given my due process, my fair shake ... in months. The closest thing was running amok in a Tag Team division that is now ... AGAIN ... dead in the water.’
She nods in understanding. She can’t really offer anything in the way of a valid argument. A frustrating point of contention, to be sure. And one always present. He never seemed to be wrong, in any issue. ‘Sweetheart ... what am I going to do with you gone?’ He smiles warmly. ‘DESTROY EVERYONE. Let’s be honest: you’ve been the reigning champion of the Genesis Division since it was re-instated. You’re on the verge of EXPLODING ...’
‘It’s all for YOU. I wouldn’t BE there if it weren’t for you. I don’t want to BE there if you aren’t there.’ The words touch him on a profound level. Here she stands, professing a love for him that most people only ever DREAM of having, let alone FINDING in their lifetime. He draws her in close, now suddenly not so sure of his decision. 'The needs of the many outweigh the needs of two. Although you make a strong case otherwise.’ He pecks her on the top of the head and leans back. 'I have to make sure everything is taken care of, Amba.’
'It’s NOT YOUR JOB to hold the entire PLANET on your SHOULDERS!’ Her tone switches in an instant. Murdoc is nearly taken aback by the sudden outburst, but Eira cares little for conversational protocol. ' ... you know how I am. I always have been.’ She nods and sighs. 'Stubborn as an ox.’ He smiles and pats her on the head. ‘And it isn’t forever. Just for a little while. But of course ... ‘
'That doesn’t mean I can’t go out in a blaze of infamy.’
