Post by vanertious on Jan 22, 2017 11:42:04 GMT -5
A camera zooms in to reveal Dark Angel standing atop the largest stock market building in the area cloaked in his trademark trench coat looking focused as he stares down at a grate going into the building.
"Do you hear them scurrying around down there like a bunch of ants? If you listen hard enough it's kind of like music, really bad music. To quote a famous movie, "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.". Why am I here you wonder? Two reasons, one being that this place is a perfect metaphor for my debut into the WCF, this place is filled with blood thirsty sharks as is the WCF locker room. There are different types of sharks you see, that learn to survive in their own unique way which brings me to my debut match tonight. HB, you are the little shark that tries to survive by being faster and smarter than the others, staying alive by always being one step ahead. Sadly the truth of the matter is you are 'that' guy at a drunken frat party, the one that gets wasted then jumps off the roof of the house just so people will like you. You see yourself as a superhero but in reality, you are just another sheep screaming for attention because you want THEM to notice. You want to feel special."
Dark Angel looks up from the grate into the camera.
"My other opponent Amber Lynn, the large shark, already feels special. She believes that her size, her power will dominate in the ring. What you fail to realize is what you have in height, weight and strength you lack in brains. Were you a gang leader in another life, your mindset and from what I hear your literacy skills suggest so. You are just as delusional as HB, the drunken frat sheep that thinks he's a hero, but instead you are a sheep that believes she is a boss, player and puppetmaster. You stomp around with your size, thinking you run things, flexing on those beneath you to keep them in line and looking to crush those who oppose you with sheer strength alone. The reality of the matter is the world will tolerate you until you have served your purpose then dispose of you like the rest of the flock."
Dark Angel kneels down over the grate proceeding to remove it.
"You see, I am the medium sized shark that is the best of both worlds, I have the speed to keep up with the drunken frat boy and the strength to hit the Angels Fall on the dumb bruiser. I am the one that lives in the darkness and the darkness is calling for both of you to finally be made to see the light."
Dark Angel intently stares down into the opening of the building, pulls a steel chair out from the back of his trench coat.
"I said I was here for two reasons. This is the second."
Dark Angel jumps down into the opening of the building, the camera attempts to peer in as the clang of steel and screams of suffering echo throughout the building.
"Do you hear them scurrying around down there like a bunch of ants? If you listen hard enough it's kind of like music, really bad music. To quote a famous movie, "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.". Why am I here you wonder? Two reasons, one being that this place is a perfect metaphor for my debut into the WCF, this place is filled with blood thirsty sharks as is the WCF locker room. There are different types of sharks you see, that learn to survive in their own unique way which brings me to my debut match tonight. HB, you are the little shark that tries to survive by being faster and smarter than the others, staying alive by always being one step ahead. Sadly the truth of the matter is you are 'that' guy at a drunken frat party, the one that gets wasted then jumps off the roof of the house just so people will like you. You see yourself as a superhero but in reality, you are just another sheep screaming for attention because you want THEM to notice. You want to feel special."
Dark Angel looks up from the grate into the camera.
"My other opponent Amber Lynn, the large shark, already feels special. She believes that her size, her power will dominate in the ring. What you fail to realize is what you have in height, weight and strength you lack in brains. Were you a gang leader in another life, your mindset and from what I hear your literacy skills suggest so. You are just as delusional as HB, the drunken frat sheep that thinks he's a hero, but instead you are a sheep that believes she is a boss, player and puppetmaster. You stomp around with your size, thinking you run things, flexing on those beneath you to keep them in line and looking to crush those who oppose you with sheer strength alone. The reality of the matter is the world will tolerate you until you have served your purpose then dispose of you like the rest of the flock."
Dark Angel kneels down over the grate proceeding to remove it.
"You see, I am the medium sized shark that is the best of both worlds, I have the speed to keep up with the drunken frat boy and the strength to hit the Angels Fall on the dumb bruiser. I am the one that lives in the darkness and the darkness is calling for both of you to finally be made to see the light."
Dark Angel intently stares down into the opening of the building, pulls a steel chair out from the back of his trench coat.
"I said I was here for two reasons. This is the second."
Dark Angel jumps down into the opening of the building, the camera attempts to peer in as the clang of steel and screams of suffering echo throughout the building.