Post by aknlfan on Jul 22, 2021 15:24:23 GMT -5
(This isn't much but I've been dealing with a lot of personal problems and I'm just shocked by the lack of activity here. Hopefully this can spark something... anything...)
"We have arrived, darling"
"... What the hell is this?"
"Ruins, but it's exactly where we were told to arrive,"
"I do not doubt your guidance. Yet, this is far from reasonable expectation. Does Mr. DiBiase expect me to believe that THIS is where he is holding the masks? This doesn't look like the headquarters of a wealthy, powerful individual like him... or even a damn digsite! This looks more like one of those shithole buildings in the ghettos of Chicago... I'm sure my opponent would know well enough,"
"Indeed... I don't even see a ring anywhere in this area. I wonder, is your battle even going to occur here?"
"My Scarlett... I wouldn't be concerned about that detail. This isn't a regular pro wrestling promotion after all... there's a greater purpose. Combat under this brand might be more severe, the kind that can't be contained by ropes and turnbuckles. I feel, should this be more than a scam... the fighting will be bloody, and brutal. The kind that occurs on alleyways in the dead of night. No technique, no screaming idiots to think about... just violence, with one victor and one loser. Where being able to cling to your own life is all that can be hoped for. Yes... that's the kind I enjoy the most, and the kind I'm sure those facepainted idiots think they know... but as you told me before we arrived, there's no one who truly knows the meaning of doomsday... besides me,"
"It's best if we wait here, darling... I feel the answers will become clear soon enough,"
"Yes, and whoever arrives here next... they're going to be the first to pay,"
"We have arrived, darling"
"... What the hell is this?"
"Ruins, but it's exactly where we were told to arrive,"
"I do not doubt your guidance. Yet, this is far from reasonable expectation. Does Mr. DiBiase expect me to believe that THIS is where he is holding the masks? This doesn't look like the headquarters of a wealthy, powerful individual like him... or even a damn digsite! This looks more like one of those shithole buildings in the ghettos of Chicago... I'm sure my opponent would know well enough,"
"Indeed... I don't even see a ring anywhere in this area. I wonder, is your battle even going to occur here?"
"My Scarlett... I wouldn't be concerned about that detail. This isn't a regular pro wrestling promotion after all... there's a greater purpose. Combat under this brand might be more severe, the kind that can't be contained by ropes and turnbuckles. I feel, should this be more than a scam... the fighting will be bloody, and brutal. The kind that occurs on alleyways in the dead of night. No technique, no screaming idiots to think about... just violence, with one victor and one loser. Where being able to cling to your own life is all that can be hoped for. Yes... that's the kind I enjoy the most, and the kind I'm sure those facepainted idiots think they know... but as you told me before we arrived, there's no one who truly knows the meaning of doomsday... besides me,"
"It's best if we wait here, darling... I feel the answers will become clear soon enough,"
"Yes, and whoever arrives here next... they're going to be the first to pay,"