Post by Gavin Drake on Jun 15, 2024 22:54:38 GMT -5
In the back of the arena, stands Drake flanked as always by the Slams. He smirks down at Rude, clearly amused as he stands with his arms folded over his chest. He tilts his head, shaking his head before Rude tugged on his lapels.
‘I have heard rumblings that Eron Hunter has been injured during training, meaning he and Kalmin Watts will have to be pulled from the North American Cup! What are your thoughts with it seeming like you and Slam will be getting a first round bye.’
Drake laughed, and Slam the Third smirked.
‘Oh, isn’t that a shame! Listen, if the great Eron Hunter is afraid to face the future of the WUK! If he is afraid to face the Empire? Well, mate, he should just say that! And as for Watts? Listen, Watts I offered you the hand of friendship, and you spat in my bloody face! So don’t think I am done with you, mate.’
Slam grinned, and he leaned forward.
‘You should probably stay home too, Watts.’
Drake nodded. And Rude rolled his eyes, before he shook his head as he continued.
‘So if they are out at Revolution you will face either LD and Big Bone, or the Hardcore City Shunjuku.’
Slam the Older laughed, and he leaned forward.
‘Are you fucking for real? Are you serious? Donzig’s rejects or LD and his mascot? You might as well give us a second round bye as well. This is the Empty Hand, this is the son of the living legend! The Empire is running this shit, we are going to be the ones holding the North American Cup! We will be the WUK Tag Team Champions!’
Drake smirked, and Rude nodded.
‘Little confident aren’t you?’
‘Mate, have you seen us? We’re bloody icons. If anyone else in this tournament thinks they are getting in our way? They are taking the piss! And that includes any aliens, or sons of the shootfigher, or the bloody High Rollers A and B squads.’
Rude arched a brow.
‘Which is which?’
‘Crane and Reese are the B squad. Look at those two, I bloody don’t know how their egos can even co-exist! Seriously, this A Block? Belongs to us, yeah? All of these other teams think can beat us? They are taking the piss!’
Drake smirked, and then he pushed Rude back before he walked off down the hall. The Slams laughed, smirking at Rude before they followed after the Empty Hand as Rude glared after him.
‘I have heard rumblings that Eron Hunter has been injured during training, meaning he and Kalmin Watts will have to be pulled from the North American Cup! What are your thoughts with it seeming like you and Slam will be getting a first round bye.’
Drake laughed, and Slam the Third smirked.
‘Oh, isn’t that a shame! Listen, if the great Eron Hunter is afraid to face the future of the WUK! If he is afraid to face the Empire? Well, mate, he should just say that! And as for Watts? Listen, Watts I offered you the hand of friendship, and you spat in my bloody face! So don’t think I am done with you, mate.’
Slam grinned, and he leaned forward.
‘You should probably stay home too, Watts.’
Drake nodded. And Rude rolled his eyes, before he shook his head as he continued.
‘So if they are out at Revolution you will face either LD and Big Bone, or the Hardcore City Shunjuku.’
Slam the Older laughed, and he leaned forward.
‘Are you fucking for real? Are you serious? Donzig’s rejects or LD and his mascot? You might as well give us a second round bye as well. This is the Empty Hand, this is the son of the living legend! The Empire is running this shit, we are going to be the ones holding the North American Cup! We will be the WUK Tag Team Champions!’
Drake smirked, and Rude nodded.
‘Little confident aren’t you?’
‘Mate, have you seen us? We’re bloody icons. If anyone else in this tournament thinks they are getting in our way? They are taking the piss! And that includes any aliens, or sons of the shootfigher, or the bloody High Rollers A and B squads.’
Rude arched a brow.
‘Which is which?’
‘Crane and Reese are the B squad. Look at those two, I bloody don’t know how their egos can even co-exist! Seriously, this A Block? Belongs to us, yeah? All of these other teams think can beat us? They are taking the piss!’
Drake smirked, and then he pushed Rude back before he walked off down the hall. The Slams laughed, smirking at Rude before they followed after the Empty Hand as Rude glared after him.
