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Post by n9ne on Feb 6, 2010 21:53:29 GMT -5
As the crowd is coming into the building, a man comes from onto the stage. His chin is up, nose pointing as high as it can go. This man royally walks to the ring acting as if no one is there, besides him. He climbs the stairs and lowers himself under the top rope. He walks to the middle of the ring and lifts his chin as he did as he walked out. He lifts his hand in a way that you would to be handed something. He does this for a minute, nothing happens. He then turns he head and glares at the ring hand, who brings a mic into the ring. The man takes the mic, then shos the ring hand away. Then slowly he brings the mic up to his lips.
I am here, now. Even though nothing of you little people deserver to feast your eyes on someone of my upbring. None of you are at my level, I could buy and sell anyone of you into serrated. Not that I should need to tell you, I am your new lord of wrestling. I am Ronan King. I will be your Elite champion, and this little fed shall be my kingdom. If you don't lime that, you may leave my area, and go back to your trailer, and die. For this is the way it will always be. Power goes to those who have it from birth. Now you may cheer. For I am done speaking.
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Post by cadaver on Feb 7, 2010 22:04:50 GMT -5
But cheering is not what he hears, no it is none other then the sound of a person laughing. This laugh is not a normal type one. It is that of someone who is truely insane. The laughs get louder as a masked man makes his way out on stage. He has a mic blastered to his lips.
ArKum: The doors to the asylum are open but a few minutes and the crazys are already out. These crazys are spiting out such tails of great hood. Speaking as if they were something. You know tall tails are for short minds. Long minds like myself know how it works. How this the outside asylum truely is. Yes, long mind people know better then running off out the mouth, like a fools. We be the people of those forgotten places. Those unspeakable lives. We those true beleivers are well Stan Lee's only friends. But enough of what is known by the knowers. Ronan, you are but a child here. You are from the asylum, so I do not fault you for the error of your thought. The rich know not of blood, sweat, and honor. No, my child, your foolish speaking only show you must be shown the door to the reals of this place. Sir King, ArKum, shall teach your head through the act of punching it.
The man known now as ArKum moves to the ring. His walk is not of a normal man he walks to the right side, then shifts to the left as if he were drunk. Though the movents seem to be with meaning.
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Post by n9ne on Feb 17, 2010 11:06:34 GMT -5
Ronan, lifts his hand to stop This ArKum from entering the ring. The. He places the mic to his mouth.
You shall not enter this ring. You are bearly worth words from my mouth. You kind is not wanted here. You have nothing but filth of the insane on you. I will not let you enter my ring. I am king, and you should never have been born. You or a mistake.
. He walks to the other side of the ring. Then places the mic back to his mouth.
I feel my words to not seek in, so I beleive action is the only way your kind learns. So you will get one battle with your king. And after I beat you. You may learn you place here. And that place will be as a jobber. In smaller words. You are nothing. You are....
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Post by cadaver on Feb 17, 2010 11:30:06 GMT -5
The man known as ArKum, doesn't stop he moveing. He doesn't enter that ring he was requested not to. He does in fact bring the mic up to lip level.
ArKum:A match does make things that are uninresting, not. There are many matches that would work. Though there is one that would be fun. Something where metal will be involved. Open on the top and the only way to win is in the exiting. This match has the name of a steel cage match. This will show atleast you fear not being trapped. But I dare say you should fear me. I am unknown to your world of richness I am that of no preivlage. But the thing is this place. This world is my safe place. You see i am at home in the steel. I shall have the blood of a king on I by the end of the night. Blood is so wet and nice. You should fear me, hell win or not oi shall change you. I shall enter you head in that match and spin you.
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