Post by vastrix on Aug 5, 2023 22:07:51 GMT -5
“You have angered me.”
Armand von Krauss stands in the middle of the wrestling ring on the top deck of his airship. He’s in his wrestling gear and there are several sparring partners lying in crumpled heaps outside of the ring, half of them bleeding from various wounds.
Armand von Krauss: Eron Hunter, you’ve never really been on my radar. You and I had a match, you lost, and I moved on. You just had to come back and stop me in my tracks when I was putting down Psychotic Goth. You are responsible for him getting a title shot. I just want you to understand the depth of your mistake. That title was destined to be mine, but now I have to deal with you and that mindless brute, Tarrasque.
Armand looks around at the sparring partners that he brought up to the airship to face him. None of them seem willing to get back up and come back into the ring to do battle.
Armand von Krauss: Will none of you fight me?
None of them stand up. Armand chuckles and walks to a corner of the ring where he grabs his cigarette case and lighter. He lights up an Egyptian cigarette and chuckles, taking a long drag.
Armand von Krauss: You might think that you are coming into a battle with just me and one of the ODS. No, I don’t recall which one you’ll be seeing in the ring. Eron, this isn’t going to be a battle of honor. This is a war that you have called upon yourself. You might see both ODS, you might see clowns, and you might see more than that tearing you and your little sidekick down.
Armand takes another long drag from his cigarette and flicks the ashes onto the ground. He points at one of the less damaged-looking sparring partners. Hehehe and Hahaha lumber up from where they were watching the fighting go on in the ring and grab the sparring partner. They look torn between happy and sad as they roll the man back into the ring.
Hehehe: This is going to hurt you-
Hahaha: So it doesn’t hurt us.
Armand von Krauss: Hit me! Hit me, damn you!
The sparring partner takes a swing at Armand that is easily dodged. Armand holds his cigarette in one hand and punches him in the gut with the other. He takes a step back and flicks his cigarette butt at the sparring partner and then grabs him to hit the Drilltip. He gets back to his feet and chuckles.
Armand von Krauss: It ends between us, Eron. I will end you.
Armand von Krauss stands in the middle of the wrestling ring on the top deck of his airship. He’s in his wrestling gear and there are several sparring partners lying in crumpled heaps outside of the ring, half of them bleeding from various wounds.
Armand von Krauss: Eron Hunter, you’ve never really been on my radar. You and I had a match, you lost, and I moved on. You just had to come back and stop me in my tracks when I was putting down Psychotic Goth. You are responsible for him getting a title shot. I just want you to understand the depth of your mistake. That title was destined to be mine, but now I have to deal with you and that mindless brute, Tarrasque.
Armand looks around at the sparring partners that he brought up to the airship to face him. None of them seem willing to get back up and come back into the ring to do battle.
Armand von Krauss: Will none of you fight me?
None of them stand up. Armand chuckles and walks to a corner of the ring where he grabs his cigarette case and lighter. He lights up an Egyptian cigarette and chuckles, taking a long drag.
Armand von Krauss: You might think that you are coming into a battle with just me and one of the ODS. No, I don’t recall which one you’ll be seeing in the ring. Eron, this isn’t going to be a battle of honor. This is a war that you have called upon yourself. You might see both ODS, you might see clowns, and you might see more than that tearing you and your little sidekick down.
Armand takes another long drag from his cigarette and flicks the ashes onto the ground. He points at one of the less damaged-looking sparring partners. Hehehe and Hahaha lumber up from where they were watching the fighting go on in the ring and grab the sparring partner. They look torn between happy and sad as they roll the man back into the ring.
Hehehe: This is going to hurt you-
Hahaha: So it doesn’t hurt us.
Armand von Krauss: Hit me! Hit me, damn you!
The sparring partner takes a swing at Armand that is easily dodged. Armand holds his cigarette in one hand and punches him in the gut with the other. He takes a step back and flicks his cigarette butt at the sparring partner and then grabs him to hit the Drilltip. He gets back to his feet and chuckles.
Armand von Krauss: It ends between us, Eron. I will end you.
