Post by Gavin Drake on Aug 19, 2024 18:06:21 GMT -5
Katie Moss nearly jumped out of her skin as Drake appeared at her side, and she almost dropped her phone. He gestured angrily at the camera man before shoving a WUK mic into the hands of the blonde. She blinked, and started to protest before falling silent as the Empty Hand lifted his hand to curl it into a fist. She nodded quickly, and forced a pale smile onto her face before she started to speak.
Drake silenced her, and glowered at the camera.
'Oh, you accept my challenge? The great and powerful Psychotic Goth deigns to answer my challenge! Well, that's bloody fine! Because Mate all you have done is sign your own death warrant! You walk around here and act like you're the King of Evil or some shit! You're taking the piss, mate! You're taking the piss!'
Drake lifted his hand, counting down as he frowned.
'We have a Dark Lord of the XHF, we have you doing your King of Hell and Scary Dialects, we have this bird's man doing his shit as King of the Scumbags! And we even have a New bloody God of something or another! But the facts are? I am going to make you bleed! I am going to hurt you! I am going to drag the Dragon of WUK into Craven Cottage, yeah? And I am going to slay him!'
Drake's hands clapped together, grinding as he glowered at the camera. He leaned closer, eyes wild before he snarled as Katie tried to back away. But he stopped her, shaking his head before he gestured.
'You see I am going to prove when I get my hands on the Legend of SWAT, the great and powerful Hall of Famer, Psychotic Goth! That legends can bleed, that legends can be hurt, that legends? Can fucking die! I am the Butcher! I am the Empty Hand! And I am going to carve the bloody future from your fucking carcass!'
Drake shoved past Katie, storming down the hall. She frowned after him, shaking her head before she called for a cut.
Drake silenced her, and glowered at the camera.
'Oh, you accept my challenge? The great and powerful Psychotic Goth deigns to answer my challenge! Well, that's bloody fine! Because Mate all you have done is sign your own death warrant! You walk around here and act like you're the King of Evil or some shit! You're taking the piss, mate! You're taking the piss!'
Drake lifted his hand, counting down as he frowned.
'We have a Dark Lord of the XHF, we have you doing your King of Hell and Scary Dialects, we have this bird's man doing his shit as King of the Scumbags! And we even have a New bloody God of something or another! But the facts are? I am going to make you bleed! I am going to hurt you! I am going to drag the Dragon of WUK into Craven Cottage, yeah? And I am going to slay him!'
Drake's hands clapped together, grinding as he glowered at the camera. He leaned closer, eyes wild before he snarled as Katie tried to back away. But he stopped her, shaking his head before he gestured.
'You see I am going to prove when I get my hands on the Legend of SWAT, the great and powerful Hall of Famer, Psychotic Goth! That legends can bleed, that legends can be hurt, that legends? Can fucking die! I am the Butcher! I am the Empty Hand! And I am going to carve the bloody future from your fucking carcass!'
Drake shoved past Katie, storming down the hall. She frowned after him, shaking her head before she called for a cut.
