Post by Gavin Drake on Nov 5, 2024 20:16:10 GMT -5
‘Eron Hunter.’
A voice growled in the darkness, and then the tall menacing figure of the man known as the Butcher of Donzig-gun stepped forward. He walked back and forth slowly, he scowled, rolling his shoulders beneath his heavy leather fist before he spat. Then he pointed at the camera, and growled.
‘The WUK is a much darker place than when you left, Hunter. Because for all of your talk? You left the fight didn’t you? You walked off into the sunset looking for your own peace of mind, and you let the shadows creep into your home! And now you think you can just walk back in here and pick up where you left of?
You think you can change it all back?’
A snort.
‘Fuck that, mate. You’re taking the piss. WUK belongs to us now, it belongs to Donzig-gun! Oh, the High Rollers may think they run shit, and the Night Breed may think they own this place, and fuck me! Fuck me! Even the Bloody Slams think they have some kind of claim, right?
But no, the New God has claimed dominion over the WUK! No Last Crusader. No Vantablack Savior. No fucking Rainmaker. No High Roller.
Can change what has been ordained! Not even a man who many state is the best in this business! Not even you, Hunter! So I hope you can shake off the bloody ring rust, I hope you can get it together! Because I want you at your best, I want you to be at one hundred percent, mate!
I want the fucking XHF legend ERON HUNTER!’
Drake roared, and he lifted his hands to clench them before him. His eyes wild as he bared his teeth in a snarl, and he spat angrily as he stepped closer.
‘Because I want the entire XHF to see the extent of my mercy when I break you! I want them to know exactly what I am capable of as I grind the legend of Eron Hunter into the ground! You see I fucked up, I turned my back on my family!
I listened to the lies of men like Spike Kane, I listened to the mindless drivel of David Slam Two! No more! No more!’
Drake stomped forward, and he glared angrily before he started to pace once more. He shook his head, tugging at his beard before he snapped.
‘I am going to earn my redemption in blood, Hunter. In your blood. I am going to reconsecrate myself to the cause of the Scourge by beating you from pillar to post in Wexford! I am going to show everyone, EVERYONE, that not even the great Eron Hunter is safe from the wrath of Donzoig-gun!’
Drake spat, and he pointed.
‘At Legacy? The Empty Hand takes! And what I will take, mate? Is your peace of mind.’
A voice growled in the darkness, and then the tall menacing figure of the man known as the Butcher of Donzig-gun stepped forward. He walked back and forth slowly, he scowled, rolling his shoulders beneath his heavy leather fist before he spat. Then he pointed at the camera, and growled.
‘The WUK is a much darker place than when you left, Hunter. Because for all of your talk? You left the fight didn’t you? You walked off into the sunset looking for your own peace of mind, and you let the shadows creep into your home! And now you think you can just walk back in here and pick up where you left of?
You think you can change it all back?’
A snort.
‘Fuck that, mate. You’re taking the piss. WUK belongs to us now, it belongs to Donzig-gun! Oh, the High Rollers may think they run shit, and the Night Breed may think they own this place, and fuck me! Fuck me! Even the Bloody Slams think they have some kind of claim, right?
But no, the New God has claimed dominion over the WUK! No Last Crusader. No Vantablack Savior. No fucking Rainmaker. No High Roller.
Can change what has been ordained! Not even a man who many state is the best in this business! Not even you, Hunter! So I hope you can shake off the bloody ring rust, I hope you can get it together! Because I want you at your best, I want you to be at one hundred percent, mate!
I want the fucking XHF legend ERON HUNTER!’
Drake roared, and he lifted his hands to clench them before him. His eyes wild as he bared his teeth in a snarl, and he spat angrily as he stepped closer.
‘Because I want the entire XHF to see the extent of my mercy when I break you! I want them to know exactly what I am capable of as I grind the legend of Eron Hunter into the ground! You see I fucked up, I turned my back on my family!
I listened to the lies of men like Spike Kane, I listened to the mindless drivel of David Slam Two! No more! No more!’
Drake stomped forward, and he glared angrily before he started to pace once more. He shook his head, tugging at his beard before he snapped.
‘I am going to earn my redemption in blood, Hunter. In your blood. I am going to reconsecrate myself to the cause of the Scourge by beating you from pillar to post in Wexford! I am going to show everyone, EVERYONE, that not even the great Eron Hunter is safe from the wrath of Donzoig-gun!’
Drake spat, and he pointed.
‘At Legacy? The Empty Hand takes! And what I will take, mate? Is your peace of mind.’
