Post by The King on Nov 8, 2020 19:56:00 GMT -5
Dakota Jennings... 'Awkward' Adam Sanders.
Congratulations are in order. You defeated the King during his peak and for that you shall be top stars in the XHF for the foreseeable future.
The King would slow clap.
End of Days was meant to be my official crowning point at the top of this wretched communion, and now I am nothing more than an afterthought in the race for X*Crown gold.
With a tug of his robe and a false look of confidence on his face, the King would stand firm. As though he was reassuring himself.
However, I am certainly not destroyed. After all, I am King Brad Swann, FWA Professional Wrestling Champion and the undisputed King of Destiny. If I am to rebound from these losses, then I am to do what I'm best at - and thats to arrive in a foreign promotion, usurping the powers that thought they'd be and taking the top title in dominating fashion.
The King would take a seat in his red leathered armchair. The fireplace crackling beneath his boots.
I have done it before.
J-ROK. DESTINY. FWA.
King of Hokkaido. Destiny World Heavyweight Champion. FWA Professional Wrestling Champion.
I shall do it again.
Picking up a log from off of his coffee table, the King would throw it into the fire and watch as it burnt; it's hardened material blackened, charred by the scorching embers. The fire would flicker in the King's blind eyes. It would deepen the red on that of his effervescent scar and fuel the anger within him to claw its way out of his mouth.
I AM THE KING. TWO LOSSES SHALL NOT DEFINE MY FUCKING LEGACY.
He would pick up the whole metal basket of wood and launch it directly into the fire. The flames erupting into a devilish dance before his feet.
This anger that pry's open my jaw and spews from my body will fuel me to do very, very bad things. I'd hate to be the men whom stand in my way come this forthcoming eleventh day of November. Forget showmanship, forget the competition, I am no longer wrestling to be a wrestler - I am wrestling to fucking hurt people, for I have come to the sickening realisation that one's pain is the only way to my truest form of happiness. You may call me a nymphomaniac, but I can reassure you there is nothing sexual about cutting open another man's face and breaking that of their pretty little jaw.
The King would snarl.
Joe Ghavan... You are never going to look your manager, Ethan, in the eyes again after the torture I am to put you through come Lethal Lottery. If I was Ethan, I would have pulled you out of this match the moment I lost to Dakota Jennings. Sure, you had an impressive showing during the End of Days as a part of the Tag Team Annihilator, and just like me you came up short - yet unlike me, you are not as half angry or determined as I am to win. You are not prepared to put other's lives on the line in order to advance, because behind all that meat, you are just one big softie, hiding behind that of your puny manager who does all the fucking work for you.
The King's snarl would turn into a smirk at the thought of his next line.
Adrien King... What a poor old rough life you've had so far. Having not been trained by daddy because he didn't think you were good enough, only to go behind his back and start training in secret - then getting kicked out because you tried to follow in the footsteps of your dad and your older brother.
An evil smile would lurk behind the King's anger.
Well allow me to help you out there, Adrien. Allow me to help you follow in the steps of your older brother, help you to, just like him, become a weak decaying corpse six feet under the fucking ground.
The King would snarl even louder.
I am the King. Come the Eleventh it shan't be any clearer.
For standing in my way to the NPW Double Crown - Joe Ghaven and Adrien King, you shall reap what you sowe.