Posted by A RPing Return. on September 9, 2004, 11:27 pm

The balmy air of Baltimore sweeps into the opened front door, kicking about some dumped papers as it scurries about the home's floor. Clearing more of the door's obstruction and it becomes quickly obvious that this property has been the victim of a ransacking. An entryway table lays overturned, it's drawer overturned a few feet from it's place of rest. The railing leading to the upstairs lies clinging to itself, splintered into two almost separate pieces at about the third step. A mirror, just out of it's hanging view, gives clues to it's existence as reflective pieces lie fragmented within the carpet's fibers. "You brought this upon yourself," an unknown voice calls out. "Trying to ruin me." Within the living room, a man stands with his back turned and a bat dangling from his clenched right hand. His breathing is heavy, so it could be assumed that this damage is recently done. And, within the living room, the destruction compounds on what was previously covered upon. the man tilts his neck from right to left, sending a crackling tune of his neck vertebrae relieving the pressure built within them. "Once behind closed doors, the federation's attorneys found every loophole they could to keep me from stepping foot on IWA property. And it succeeded...until now. It took every resource I owned to keep my own legal sharks going in the cause to bring my contract back, but I did it. I am back." Looking at a table that has remained standing behind the subtle sanctity of the couch, he notices something that hadn't been touched yet. A stack of CDs sits, albeit unsteadily, on the flat surface underneath it. Reaching out with his free left hand across his body, the side of his face comes into view, but is obstructed by the shadow being cast in the awkward lighting of the up-ended lamps. Stealthily, the hand grasps the top case and pulls it in front of his gaze. "So, now, everything I do will be done to ruin you. From the big things that even I haven't planned yet, to the little things...like Murder City Devils." He quickly tosses the Cd into the air and let's rip a mighty swing that connects and explodes the plastic case and it's contents into large shards. Retrieving another from the pile, he looks at it and readies for another self pitch. "And Orange Goblin." Another swing with similar results. Instead of retrieving a third case, he decides to load up and strike at the pile itself. Inevitable contact occurs, and the cases crack and splinter as the seemingly dive from the table and it's wreckage. "So, Jeffy...the impending war that is only beginning...it's for my savings. It's going to be for my business. It's going to be for my time taken away from this career that I love. This war is even going to be for those fans that I shit on so long ago, because they don't deserve to sit and watch someone like you play your politics and influence every direction this fed will go...just because you say so. Instead, when the cameras go on this face once again...whether they throw hate at me, or they cheer the effort that I will be putting forth, they will learn that hatred can only be kept down for so long. And, that's what I want. I could've kept this out of the public eye, liked I planned tonight when I came here. No cameras to watch us beat each other senseless. No crowds to cheer or jeer. But, I want them to see the damage that can be done when one man has been pushed past his limit." And, finally turning, the face comes into view and leaves as soon as it appeared, a gloved hand grabbing the door and pulling it closed behind. Heavy steps can be heard and are then accompanied by his muffled, but clear, voice. "And, Daeriq Damien has been pushed far beyond."