Post by ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ฅ on Apr 23, 2021 22:53:45 GMT
Conor had wanted to stop at the United Skates of America venue to check out the so-called โarenaโ where theyโd all be facing off. But nonsense came about, as it often did when he went to these particular showsโฆ As he drove up to the building, the tire went flat. Once outside, he would check and see that heโd hit something.
โBollocks.โ
He said as he left the car and wandered to the building. This was what he had to resort to, a children's bloody birthday party show? He was one of the finest wrestlers in the world, classically trained, he had all the ability in the world and instead of using it on a grander platform, he was here.
Through several hijinks, he would be forced to spend the night at the United Skates of America, which rumor had it was haunted. This irked him and many times he was tempted to walk his way back to the hotel and see his beautiful girlfriend.
The next morning, he sat in a pile of animatronics, their parts scattered around him. The lights of the arcade glaring in the background while the floor looked like heโd gotten in a fight with some sort of animatronic displays in the arcade.
โIโve warned you.โ
He stopped, a hand moving up by him from one of the animatronics as he took a hammer and beat it repeatedly until it fell back to the ground.
โRepeatedly, Iโve warned you. Do not trifle with me. Do not mess with Noelle. And yet, some of you, all of you for that matter persist. Even when not actively hindering us, you choose to put some of your finest talent in situations like having to wrestle for the amusement of snot nosed little children.
Chance Kellyโฆ
You and I are destined to do this in front of those little monsters, that much is clear. But what should be clear to you is just how deep in you are. I am not in the mood, I am /not/ in any state of mind to have you nip at my heels. Yet, you and I collide all the same.โ
A pause as he heard someone slamming against the door, trying to get in.
โHe called me a rat caught in his web.
I think youโre looking at the wrong creature, rats donโt go in webs. All the same, youโre an amusing thing arenโt you? All edge, but very little substance. Adorable, really. But all the same, nevertheless. You are one of many, another beast the same as many beasts before you. You may in your own way have a unique potential with your wrestling acumen alone, but whatever skill you have is hampered by your own mundane personality.
That being said - have no worry.
The devil is in the details, and the details of our contest are very bleak for you. You will say a many of a thing, take aim at myself whether it be my appearance, my woman, or otherwise. But what is a weapon if you have terrible aim and miss every shot? I do not lack skill in marksmanship, Chance. Whether it be firing off words verbal, written or otherwise. I donโt lack an ability to steady my aim and take you out when it matters most when I drive my boot square into your head until everything for you goes numb.
I will scramble the few brains you have left, not for any personal reason, not for your own insolence.
But because you caught me on a bad day. I am a different breed than anything you have ever faced before, any of the carnival of oddities housed within the so-called Cheap Pops roster. In that ring, there is an air of superiority when I am in it, in which I thrive, Chance. I thrive.
In any air of superiority? You canโt breathe. When youโre on the ground, gasping after I just hit you with the entirety of every ounce of force, every ounce of anger I can must after I just pumped a kick into your chest.
Ask yourselfโฆ
Was it worth it?โ
Before he could say anything else, a woman who worked here burst in looking around the arcade and asking what heโd done. He glared at her as she went to call the police, and then we fade away.
