Post by nightshade on Aug 4, 2019 16:23:00 GMT -5
<nightshade is training in the post-apocalyptic junkyard by running through a course of dangerous-looking items swinging around like saw blades as big as car tires huge knives sticking out of the ground plane engines big enough to kill someone if they were hit with one and he's doing it with an odd and violent grace and style that can't quite be described jumping running and kicking …. causing a path of flying metal and debris and sparks of fire that would even make the likes of zombie McMorris weep with ecstasy All that was missing was opera music and a slow-motion camera Although there is one filming for the TWF
he reaches a point that has spinning mannequins that oddly have Solomon Graham's and Cody Larson's faces painted on them with deadly spikes spinning around waiting to rip him to shreds should he miss he does take a few nicks but smashes them to oblivion As he reaches the end another one pops up but has a machine gun mounted to it and sprays the area almost endlessly Nightshade in a full earth run dodges them and jumps up delivering a double dropkick sending it into next week as it explodes filling the air with fire and smoke >
He hears a notification ding on a tablet and he taps it to hear someone voicing "opinions" so He decides to respond >
You know opinions are like most human beings...... smelly and nothing but shit dripping out of the assholes they call mouths
Mr graham wants to know who am I? well let me explain there's a sickness infecting the wrestling world; Where the spirit of combat is dying
It's filled by degenerates that use my world as a substitute for the prisons that they belong in the mental wards they need to be filled by spiritual and literal; whores begging for attention with no thought of giving to the sport
Filled So-called superstars preach a path of power violence and destruction but it's meaningless.all they crave is the tin foil titles and the empty cheers of the crowd, the worthless money..... even the tramps waiting outside the dressing room
See what truly counts in my world is the pain caused the bones broken even the fear instilled …. Ever wonder why I have to dig for opponents in dive feds like this? because the so-called upper crust of the wrestling world won't fight me more than once or twice?
Because I don't give the love taps they give each other in the ring or all the other pretty boy courtesies they give each other …… So the bastards have it in their contracts they don't have to fight me unless they want to maybe once a year if at all
I mean to break bones rend flesh and turn them into dust ……. My victories are when they and their loved ones are in the intensive care wards weeping over their pitiful remains praying to pitiless gods of combat for redemption and salvation of the bloodied sacks of meat before them
when you're planted in the ground there can be no bitching about how you were cheated .… your pain will be so great and your defeat will be so deep it will beak whatever soul you think you possess that it will be discussed in feds a thousand years from now
So who am I? I'm the one that's out to purify the sport ... I'm the one that will return it to the glory of the ancient arenas that it began i
No flesh shall be spared... No mercy will be given in my quest ..... The two of you will be the first sacrifices on the altar of true wrestling
Now the talkings done ..its time to fight
<the camera fades as its sent to the TWF channel >
he reaches a point that has spinning mannequins that oddly have Solomon Graham's and Cody Larson's faces painted on them with deadly spikes spinning around waiting to rip him to shreds should he miss he does take a few nicks but smashes them to oblivion As he reaches the end another one pops up but has a machine gun mounted to it and sprays the area almost endlessly Nightshade in a full earth run dodges them and jumps up delivering a double dropkick sending it into next week as it explodes filling the air with fire and smoke >
He hears a notification ding on a tablet and he taps it to hear someone voicing "opinions" so He decides to respond >
You know opinions are like most human beings...... smelly and nothing but shit dripping out of the assholes they call mouths
Mr graham wants to know who am I? well let me explain there's a sickness infecting the wrestling world; Where the spirit of combat is dying
It's filled by degenerates that use my world as a substitute for the prisons that they belong in the mental wards they need to be filled by spiritual and literal; whores begging for attention with no thought of giving to the sport
Filled So-called superstars preach a path of power violence and destruction but it's meaningless.all they crave is the tin foil titles and the empty cheers of the crowd, the worthless money..... even the tramps waiting outside the dressing room
See what truly counts in my world is the pain caused the bones broken even the fear instilled …. Ever wonder why I have to dig for opponents in dive feds like this? because the so-called upper crust of the wrestling world won't fight me more than once or twice?
Because I don't give the love taps they give each other in the ring or all the other pretty boy courtesies they give each other …… So the bastards have it in their contracts they don't have to fight me unless they want to maybe once a year if at all
I mean to break bones rend flesh and turn them into dust ……. My victories are when they and their loved ones are in the intensive care wards weeping over their pitiful remains praying to pitiless gods of combat for redemption and salvation of the bloodied sacks of meat before them
when you're planted in the ground there can be no bitching about how you were cheated .… your pain will be so great and your defeat will be so deep it will beak whatever soul you think you possess that it will be discussed in feds a thousand years from now
So who am I? I'm the one that's out to purify the sport ... I'm the one that will return it to the glory of the ancient arenas that it began i
No flesh shall be spared... No mercy will be given in my quest ..... The two of you will be the first sacrifices on the altar of true wrestling
Now the talkings done ..its time to fight
<the camera fades as its sent to the TWF channel >