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Dec 13, 2015 17:34:42 GMT -5
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Post by Wade Moor on Dec 13, 2015 17:34:42 GMT -5
Prologue: In Our Time Of Need
The musty cabin held still with the passing of years, relenting only to the weather. Right now it was abnormally chilly, with a heavy drizzl of rain and a large blanket of fog coating the front door. That didn't stop the bearded man from trudging around outside in a white tank top, putting himself to work chopping firewood with a bloody axe. He heard the caw of some bird in the distance which caused him to tilt his head up ever so slightly.
The man began to hear all manner of strange sounds coming from the fog, a low hum and an owl hoot being the most prominent. He jammed the axe in the stump and moved towards the outermost area of the property, crossing his arms and perking his ears. He moved closer to the fog...
When suddenly, a bright flash of light caused him to leap back. He tripped over a root as his eyes began to play with the light, causing his vision to blur. A pair of strong arms gripped him underneath his armpits and dragged him away from the light. The man started to struggle and bounced the back of his head off someone's jawbone. A large object cracked him in the face and his vision blurred even further. The strong arms lifted him once more and pulled him into the cabin as someone slammed the door shut behind.
Voices began to speak but the man only caught small snippets.
"...the same blood! It could work!..."
"...we're wrong? Now we're all dead for..."
"...fight our way out of here!..."
Sharp sounds zipped through the cabin, taking out jars and frames that lined the wall. The sound of firearms discharging sounded afterwards just as the man started losing consiousness.
A woman stepped over him and put her hand to his cheek, rubbing it gently.
"Leven, I presume? Don't worry...we're going to get you out of here."
Leven's head hit the floor and he completely blacked out.
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"Do you hear that Gemini "Grayson Pierce Liverwire" Battle? Can you hear that buzz of excitement? That's the hype train. It's left the station and people are starting to talk. Wade slash Gemini...or Gemini slash Wade if you're a fuccboi? Anyway you look at it, there's only one outcome...
"Wade wins. Not because he deserves it, not because it's his destiny...but because I'm the only one who knows how to get it done. Like Mcgreggor and Aldo...a storied career ended by the loudmouth newcomer. I've seen the future BOI...and it's all me.
"Now here we are...you "earning" your opportunity, but it's all a farce Battle. We all know how this ends. It's all part of the story. The Tale of Gemini...but that's all a fantasy. A story book parents read their children to put them to bed at night...but it's all a lie. They've been telling them lies just as you've been lying to yourself, Gemini.
"Now I have two opponents this week who live in a fantasy land as well. Andre Jenson and La Gama Blanca. Two of the most trogolodyte pieces of shit I've ever seen in my sealyfe.
"La Gama Blanca...trying to capitalize on somebody elses success, are we? We had the mildly successful Teo Del Sol, one of our top 'faces'...but then we have the wildly successful Los Tiburones, two white luchas. But you had to take it a step further and put White in your name, as if it couldn't be any more obvious.
"Who are you and what have you done lately? Besides be the LARP fuccboi nerd's shadow? If you answered nothing, then that is correct Blanca. You are one of, if not, the BIGGEST non entity in the WSeaF. How does it feel to know you don't even beat out B'Wana? Or the Memphis RageHomo? Andre Holmes? Even that elephant man looking ass?
"That's how low you register on my radar. I'd consider Adam Young a bigger threat over you any day, and if you know some WSeaF History BOI...you know that's the deepest of insults. And I know a little something about the deep, bruh...
"And I'm going to hit you with deep impact. That BROSEIDON PUNCH. Give you a little taste of the main event so you never want to make your way back here. Not that you had much of a chance anyways.
"Speaking of somebody who doesn't have a chance. Fucking Andre Jenson, you fucking goon. What the hell are you even doing here? Don't you have a fictional world to save? Or are you just here to get your hands on Bonnie? Hey man, I get it. Women are pretty horrible...and your ex wife slept with the choir boy or something, right? Or was it a kid in her pool? Truly shocking stuff, Jenson.
"But what's even more shocking is that you're trying to edge your way into OblivSEAon's business. Don't you know that old boy, Andre? Or are you not in your right mind? I'm going to go with the latter because OblivSEAon's going to kill you, Andre. You seen a Monster Guardian of the Brocean promo? It's like Carlin meets Pineapple Express meets Friday the Thirteenth. He'll rape ya on fleek and then spark up a blunt like nobodies business.
"Not how I get down, but to each their own I say. Who am I to control someone elses actions...and his actions will be sickening Andre. He'll tear you apart piece by fucking piece...starting with your mind. It seems like he's already done a pretty good number on it so far, because you must be out of it to think you have a chance in hell of winning this weekend.
"I'm just being real. I'm just being honest with you because lack the ability to be honest with yourselves. I don't deal in fantasy.
"You hear that Gemini? You hear it Dune? That's the hype train coming to crush you like the whelps you are. BROSEIDON PUNCH FROM UNDAH DA SEA!"
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Part I: Celestial Sharks
The hospital buzzed with the regular day to day activity as Wade Moor and OblivSEAon walked through the revolving front doors. A plump nurse turned to greet them, but immediately regretted her decision as the shade of her face changed between pink and green. OblivSEAon was not wearing his mask and Wade Moor appeared unkempt, disheveled, as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.
"Is everything o-o-ok gentlemen?" she stammered "Does he need medical attention?"
Wade turned towards OblivSEAon, who smiled through blackened teeth. His tongue seemed to curl up the entirety of his face as he eyeballed the plump nurse.
"IT doesn't think you can help IT the way IT needs" OblivSEAon snarled, "You'll want dinner and a movie first and IT doesn't have time for that."
"Umm..." the nurse muttered, beginning to become even more uncomfortable with the situation.
"I'm looking for Jared Holmes room" Wade interjected "Tell me which one he's in."
"IT already hates hospitals. Brings back some buried memories IT isn't too fond of, you follow me?" OblivSEAon growled, "Wouldn't want OblivSEAon to grow impatient, would you?"
"Of co-course n-n-not", she stammered "Please follow me this way."
And the plump nurse lead them down a hall, an ubcomfortable elevator ride, another hallway, through a set of security doors, and into the ICU.
"What an incredible place this is" OblivSEAon said through his teeth, "Reminds me of death."
But that was the exact reason Wade hated the hospital. He would sooner sit at home with a broken leg than go to a hospital. They were insufferable cesspools of germs and disease. The only reason Wade was even here was to visit Jared...he was right when he said that none of them except Andre had been by...but Wade was doing what Jared asked. He was trying to keep this ship upright and balance being the WHIRLPOOL Champion at the same time.
Jared was less than tactful when he called them out on Twitter over losing a tag team match...and it was his fault in the first place. He said he would never leave Wade, that he would never abandon him...but he let something as petty as jealousy and pride get in the way of #BeachKrew's domination.
Even through everything that had transpired...Wade didn't want to let Jared down. He had this way about him...and he was Wade's only friend in this world. He couldn't let that slip through his fingers.
"And here we are. This is Jared's room. Only two visitors allowed at once."
"There are only two of us", Wade replied.
"He already has one here", the nurse snapped, seemingly forgetting whose company she was in.
"Don't worry BROSEIDON..." OblivSEAon said, "IT will keep the pretty little nurse company."
A flash of a boy with long black hair. Wade shook off the thought as the plump nurse turned on her heels and Wade walked through the sliding glass door, slipping the curtain shut behind him...and was met with a powerful hug around the neck. He pulled his head back to get a look at Thursday who seemed to be strangling him. She pulled away and began chattering happily.
"Oh goodness, I can't believe you finally came!" she yelled in a whisper "He won't stop talking about you, you know?!"
"Isn't it Tuesday?" Wade asked.
"What?" She asked witha confused look on her brow, "It's not like that..."
"Thursday?" A weak voice came from the other side of the room, "Whose there?"
"Jared, you won't believe it...it's Wade!"
Wade looked over Thursday's shoulder so Jared could get a clear view of him. His eyes seemed to light up behind the framework around his face holding his jaw steady. Wade approached and the two embraced as warmly as ever, as if they had never been apart for this last month and a half. Wade could feel the cloudy feeling in his head dissipating.
'Wondering when you would show up.' Jared said, but in a misty haze of a voice as if it were coming from the back of Wade's mind.
'You think I could quit you Jared?' Wade replied in that same hazy voice.
Jared's lips trembled a little as if he were trying to smile.
'We need to talk Wade. A lot's happened in the last few months. Things that I haven't been able to talk about.'
'What kind of things?' Wade asked, his brow furrowed.
'It concerns Thuggin...and the Galactic Prophecy.'
'I thought that was just some bullshit that Thuggin made up?...'
'I thought it was too...but there's been some things that I can't quite explain, maybe because I don't fully understand them? Either way...something big is happening, Wade...and it needs our careful attention. It needs us. I need you. You have to make sure everything goes right with the #Krew while I try to figure this out.'
'...'
'Wade?'
Wade looked hesitant to say anything.
'Wade?!'
'Yeah...yeah, I'll make sure everythings ok. You can count on me.'
'Shit, I know bruh.'
This time, Jared did smile, even though it pained him to. The two put their foreheads together before they were interrupted with a cough behind them.
"You two are wierd. You haven't seen each other in nearly two months...are you going to say anything?" Thursday exclaimed.
"We have, Thursday. We have."
Wade smiled toward Jared just as a commotion at the door turned their attention to it. OblivSEAon thrust hinself into the room and three nurses followed closely behind him.
"What the f..." Thursday barely managed before OblivSEAon was completely in the room. One of the nurses spoke up before OblivSEAon could.
"I told him he couldn't come in here!"
But OblivSEAon knocked her down with a firm backhand.
"IT couldn't wait for you to come out...we're being followed. The Gathering tells IT a young black women has been on our heels since the airport!"
Wade leaped to his feet as his heart did a backflip.
"Somebody you know or something, Wade?" Jared asked, a haunted tone in his wavey voice.
"Yeah. Or something." Wade replied and he turned on his heels to leave.
"Are you going to eat that pudding?" IT snarled, pointing at the chocolate raspberry cup on Jared's side table.
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"And then I get the huckleberries. Doofus and The Bitch. Doc Henry and Bonnie Blue...the ConFed TWO POINT OH. What kind of fucking match is this? Is this the best I can get before my main event at One? For real?!
"I could have at least gotten Occulo... Preecha again, shit I would have taken Bonnie Blue one on one. Those would have been decent tune up matches, a nice warm up for my World Championship match on the grandest stage of them all...but instead I get this triple threat tag team clusterfuck nonsense? What a crock of shit, and that isn't up for debate.
"Doc...I hear you running your mouth. Constantly talking shit, perfectly content with being the happy sidekick....but since you've returned, I haven't seen you win anything of note. In this business, it's always about being on top Doc. If you're not trying for that, you're not doing it right...and you are the epitome of not doing it right. You spent your career as Johnny Reb's backpack, and now you're trying to do the same to his descendent.
"You fucking blood sucking leech, Doc...and you think I'm a bad person? There's multiple ways to be a piece of shit and you take the cake on it. I guess that's why they call you the Southern Rogue...because you'ce been hiding the fact that you have no talent for years now.
"But I'm going to expose you Doc. Iffin you even decide to show up, that is.
"And what about you Bonnie? My little fact checker? You want to run your mouth some more? Fucking slit my throat if I have to hear you babble on about 'passion' and 'heart' for another week in a row. What did those get you last week? Nice heaping spoon of nothing? Preecha Kamon was the only one to gain anything last week, and he couldn't even win that match right. He could have tried to pin the SeaV Champion? Wouldn't that have been the smart thing to do?
"Oh yeah...according to you, everything isn't about wins and championships, are they? Well, tell that to the history books Bonnie. They don't catalogue how much heart you've had...and tell me one person with the World Championship that people have forgotten? My name will be still be spoken long after I'm dead and gone from this earth. #BeachKrew's name...but nobody will be talking about Bonnie Blue, or the New Confederacy, or this match...because in the grand scheme of things, this match won't matter for shit.
"What matters is One, the World Championship match, and what you've done to get there. The greats will tell you that if you haven't hit World Championship status in your first year in the WSeaF, then you better wave that idea goodbye. I agree with them. If you're not at the top, you're doing it wrong...and just like your pal Doc, you're doing it wrong. Queen Fuccboi. I didn't even know that shit was possible.
"We're goimg to ramify what happened a month ago...the match that made your career Bonnie. The one where you kicked me off the apron and pinned OblivSEAon off of my BROSEIDON PUNCH. No fuckery. No stupid ass handicap matches. I'm just going to bash your fucking head in and shut your mouth once and for all. I've been letting this shit slide for too long now...but not anymore.
"If this match doesn't go as planned...then examples will be made. I will not tolerate failure any longer. From anyone."
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Part II: JALAXRATKATUSIA
***Incoming ALERT***
A voice plays over a P.A. in a hushed hurried tone, sounding desperate.
"The Owls have acquired Leven. The Prophecy is in dire straits."
The voice cuts out as quickly as it came.
The musty cabin held still with the passing of years, relenting only to the weather. Right now it was abnormally chilly, with a heavy drizzl of rain and a large blanket of fog coating the front door. That didn't stop the bearded man from trudging around outside in a white tank top, putting himself to work chopping firewood with a bloody axe. He heard the caw of some bird in the distance which caused him to tilt his head up ever so slightly.
The man began to hear all manner of strange sounds coming from the fog, a low hum and an owl hoot being the most prominent. He jammed the axe in the stump and moved towards the outermost area of the property, crossing his arms and perking his ears. He moved closer to the fog...
When suddenly, a bright flash of light caused him to leap back. He tripped over a root as his eyes began to play with the light, causing his vision to blur. A pair of strong arms gripped him underneath his armpits and dragged him away from the light. The man started to struggle and bounced the back of his head off someone's jawbone. A large object cracked him in the face and his vision blurred even further. The strong arms lifted him once more and pulled him into the cabin as someone slammed the door shut behind.
Voices began to speak but the man only caught small snippets.
"...the same blood! It could work!..."
"...we're wrong? Now we're all dead for..."
"...fight our way out of here!..."
Sharp sounds zipped through the cabin, taking out jars and frames that lined the wall. The sound of firearms discharging sounded afterwards just as the man started losing consiousness.
A woman stepped over him and put her hand to his cheek, rubbing it gently.
"Leven, I presume? Don't worry...we're going to get you out of here."
Leven's head hit the floor and he completely blacked out.
______________________________________________
"Do you hear that Gemini "Grayson Pierce Liverwire" Battle? Can you hear that buzz of excitement? That's the hype train. It's left the station and people are starting to talk. Wade slash Gemini...or Gemini slash Wade if you're a fuccboi? Anyway you look at it, there's only one outcome...
"Wade wins. Not because he deserves it, not because it's his destiny...but because I'm the only one who knows how to get it done. Like Mcgreggor and Aldo...a storied career ended by the loudmouth newcomer. I've seen the future BOI...and it's all me.
"Now here we are...you "earning" your opportunity, but it's all a farce Battle. We all know how this ends. It's all part of the story. The Tale of Gemini...but that's all a fantasy. A story book parents read their children to put them to bed at night...but it's all a lie. They've been telling them lies just as you've been lying to yourself, Gemini.
"Now I have two opponents this week who live in a fantasy land as well. Andre Jenson and La Gama Blanca. Two of the most trogolodyte pieces of shit I've ever seen in my sealyfe.
"La Gama Blanca...trying to capitalize on somebody elses success, are we? We had the mildly successful Teo Del Sol, one of our top 'faces'...but then we have the wildly successful Los Tiburones, two white luchas. But you had to take it a step further and put White in your name, as if it couldn't be any more obvious.
"Who are you and what have you done lately? Besides be the LARP fuccboi nerd's shadow? If you answered nothing, then that is correct Blanca. You are one of, if not, the BIGGEST non entity in the WSeaF. How does it feel to know you don't even beat out B'Wana? Or the Memphis RageHomo? Andre Holmes? Even that elephant man looking ass?
"That's how low you register on my radar. I'd consider Adam Young a bigger threat over you any day, and if you know some WSeaF History BOI...you know that's the deepest of insults. And I know a little something about the deep, bruh...
"And I'm going to hit you with deep impact. That BROSEIDON PUNCH. Give you a little taste of the main event so you never want to make your way back here. Not that you had much of a chance anyways.
"Speaking of somebody who doesn't have a chance. Fucking Andre Jenson, you fucking goon. What the hell are you even doing here? Don't you have a fictional world to save? Or are you just here to get your hands on Bonnie? Hey man, I get it. Women are pretty horrible...and your ex wife slept with the choir boy or something, right? Or was it a kid in her pool? Truly shocking stuff, Jenson.
"But what's even more shocking is that you're trying to edge your way into OblivSEAon's business. Don't you know that old boy, Andre? Or are you not in your right mind? I'm going to go with the latter because OblivSEAon's going to kill you, Andre. You seen a Monster Guardian of the Brocean promo? It's like Carlin meets Pineapple Express meets Friday the Thirteenth. He'll rape ya on fleek and then spark up a blunt like nobodies business.
"Not how I get down, but to each their own I say. Who am I to control someone elses actions...and his actions will be sickening Andre. He'll tear you apart piece by fucking piece...starting with your mind. It seems like he's already done a pretty good number on it so far, because you must be out of it to think you have a chance in hell of winning this weekend.
"I'm just being real. I'm just being honest with you because lack the ability to be honest with yourselves. I don't deal in fantasy.
"You hear that Gemini? You hear it Dune? That's the hype train coming to crush you like the whelps you are. BROSEIDON PUNCH FROM UNDAH DA SEA!"
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Part I: Celestial Sharks
The hospital buzzed with the regular day to day activity as Wade Moor and OblivSEAon walked through the revolving front doors. A plump nurse turned to greet them, but immediately regretted her decision as the shade of her face changed between pink and green. OblivSEAon was not wearing his mask and Wade Moor appeared unkempt, disheveled, as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.
"Is everything o-o-ok gentlemen?" she stammered "Does he need medical attention?"
Wade turned towards OblivSEAon, who smiled through blackened teeth. His tongue seemed to curl up the entirety of his face as he eyeballed the plump nurse.
"IT doesn't think you can help IT the way IT needs" OblivSEAon snarled, "You'll want dinner and a movie first and IT doesn't have time for that."
"Umm..." the nurse muttered, beginning to become even more uncomfortable with the situation.
"I'm looking for Jared Holmes room" Wade interjected "Tell me which one he's in."
"IT already hates hospitals. Brings back some buried memories IT isn't too fond of, you follow me?" OblivSEAon growled, "Wouldn't want OblivSEAon to grow impatient, would you?"
"Of co-course n-n-not", she stammered "Please follow me this way."
And the plump nurse lead them down a hall, an ubcomfortable elevator ride, another hallway, through a set of security doors, and into the ICU.
"What an incredible place this is" OblivSEAon said through his teeth, "Reminds me of death."
But that was the exact reason Wade hated the hospital. He would sooner sit at home with a broken leg than go to a hospital. They were insufferable cesspools of germs and disease. The only reason Wade was even here was to visit Jared...he was right when he said that none of them except Andre had been by...but Wade was doing what Jared asked. He was trying to keep this ship upright and balance being the WHIRLPOOL Champion at the same time.
Jared was less than tactful when he called them out on Twitter over losing a tag team match...and it was his fault in the first place. He said he would never leave Wade, that he would never abandon him...but he let something as petty as jealousy and pride get in the way of #BeachKrew's domination.
Even through everything that had transpired...Wade didn't want to let Jared down. He had this way about him...and he was Wade's only friend in this world. He couldn't let that slip through his fingers.
"And here we are. This is Jared's room. Only two visitors allowed at once."
"There are only two of us", Wade replied.
"He already has one here", the nurse snapped, seemingly forgetting whose company she was in.
"Don't worry BROSEIDON..." OblivSEAon said, "IT will keep the pretty little nurse company."
A flash of a boy with long black hair. Wade shook off the thought as the plump nurse turned on her heels and Wade walked through the sliding glass door, slipping the curtain shut behind him...and was met with a powerful hug around the neck. He pulled his head back to get a look at Thursday who seemed to be strangling him. She pulled away and began chattering happily.
"Oh goodness, I can't believe you finally came!" she yelled in a whisper "He won't stop talking about you, you know?!"
"Isn't it Tuesday?" Wade asked.
"What?" She asked witha confused look on her brow, "It's not like that..."
"Thursday?" A weak voice came from the other side of the room, "Whose there?"
"Jared, you won't believe it...it's Wade!"
Wade looked over Thursday's shoulder so Jared could get a clear view of him. His eyes seemed to light up behind the framework around his face holding his jaw steady. Wade approached and the two embraced as warmly as ever, as if they had never been apart for this last month and a half. Wade could feel the cloudy feeling in his head dissipating.
'Wondering when you would show up.' Jared said, but in a misty haze of a voice as if it were coming from the back of Wade's mind.
'You think I could quit you Jared?' Wade replied in that same hazy voice.
Jared's lips trembled a little as if he were trying to smile.
'We need to talk Wade. A lot's happened in the last few months. Things that I haven't been able to talk about.'
'What kind of things?' Wade asked, his brow furrowed.
'It concerns Thuggin...and the Galactic Prophecy.'
'I thought that was just some bullshit that Thuggin made up?...'
'I thought it was too...but there's been some things that I can't quite explain, maybe because I don't fully understand them? Either way...something big is happening, Wade...and it needs our careful attention. It needs us. I need you. You have to make sure everything goes right with the #Krew while I try to figure this out.'
'...'
'Wade?'
Wade looked hesitant to say anything.
'Wade?!'
'Yeah...yeah, I'll make sure everythings ok. You can count on me.'
'Shit, I know bruh.'
This time, Jared did smile, even though it pained him to. The two put their foreheads together before they were interrupted with a cough behind them.
"You two are wierd. You haven't seen each other in nearly two months...are you going to say anything?" Thursday exclaimed.
"We have, Thursday. We have."
Wade smiled toward Jared just as a commotion at the door turned their attention to it. OblivSEAon thrust hinself into the room and three nurses followed closely behind him.
"What the f..." Thursday barely managed before OblivSEAon was completely in the room. One of the nurses spoke up before OblivSEAon could.
"I told him he couldn't come in here!"
But OblivSEAon knocked her down with a firm backhand.
"IT couldn't wait for you to come out...we're being followed. The Gathering tells IT a young black women has been on our heels since the airport!"
Wade leaped to his feet as his heart did a backflip.
"Somebody you know or something, Wade?" Jared asked, a haunted tone in his wavey voice.
"Yeah. Or something." Wade replied and he turned on his heels to leave.
"Are you going to eat that pudding?" IT snarled, pointing at the chocolate raspberry cup on Jared's side table.
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"And then I get the huckleberries. Doofus and The Bitch. Doc Henry and Bonnie Blue...the ConFed TWO POINT OH. What kind of fucking match is this? Is this the best I can get before my main event at One? For real?!
"I could have at least gotten Occulo... Preecha again, shit I would have taken Bonnie Blue one on one. Those would have been decent tune up matches, a nice warm up for my World Championship match on the grandest stage of them all...but instead I get this triple threat tag team clusterfuck nonsense? What a crock of shit, and that isn't up for debate.
"Doc...I hear you running your mouth. Constantly talking shit, perfectly content with being the happy sidekick....but since you've returned, I haven't seen you win anything of note. In this business, it's always about being on top Doc. If you're not trying for that, you're not doing it right...and you are the epitome of not doing it right. You spent your career as Johnny Reb's backpack, and now you're trying to do the same to his descendent.
"You fucking blood sucking leech, Doc...and you think I'm a bad person? There's multiple ways to be a piece of shit and you take the cake on it. I guess that's why they call you the Southern Rogue...because you'ce been hiding the fact that you have no talent for years now.
"But I'm going to expose you Doc. Iffin you even decide to show up, that is.
"And what about you Bonnie? My little fact checker? You want to run your mouth some more? Fucking slit my throat if I have to hear you babble on about 'passion' and 'heart' for another week in a row. What did those get you last week? Nice heaping spoon of nothing? Preecha Kamon was the only one to gain anything last week, and he couldn't even win that match right. He could have tried to pin the SeaV Champion? Wouldn't that have been the smart thing to do?
"Oh yeah...according to you, everything isn't about wins and championships, are they? Well, tell that to the history books Bonnie. They don't catalogue how much heart you've had...and tell me one person with the World Championship that people have forgotten? My name will be still be spoken long after I'm dead and gone from this earth. #BeachKrew's name...but nobody will be talking about Bonnie Blue, or the New Confederacy, or this match...because in the grand scheme of things, this match won't matter for shit.
"What matters is One, the World Championship match, and what you've done to get there. The greats will tell you that if you haven't hit World Championship status in your first year in the WSeaF, then you better wave that idea goodbye. I agree with them. If you're not at the top, you're doing it wrong...and just like your pal Doc, you're doing it wrong. Queen Fuccboi. I didn't even know that shit was possible.
"We're goimg to ramify what happened a month ago...the match that made your career Bonnie. The one where you kicked me off the apron and pinned OblivSEAon off of my BROSEIDON PUNCH. No fuckery. No stupid ass handicap matches. I'm just going to bash your fucking head in and shut your mouth once and for all. I've been letting this shit slide for too long now...but not anymore.
"If this match doesn't go as planned...then examples will be made. I will not tolerate failure any longer. From anyone."
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Part II: JALAXRATKATUSIA
***Incoming ALERT***
A voice plays over a P.A. in a hushed hurried tone, sounding desperate.
"The Owls have acquired Leven. The Prophecy is in dire straits."
The voice cuts out as quickly as it came.
