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A Conquer To A KIng; Mordrad responds to Gates
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Topic Started: Sep 24 2017, 04:57 PM (84 Views)
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KingsMan
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Sep 24 2017, 04:57 PM
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*Promo to Come*
Edited by KingsMan, Sep 24 2017, 04:59 PM.
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HARKERN TO MY RECKONING!
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Sep 24 2017, 05:45 PM
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Gates’s promo is playing on a grainy tv. Its observer? A man that probably know Gates better than he knows himself, Kevin Mordrad. He is sitting in a large worn leather chair and is watching Gates; his face moving between and scowl and smirk the whole time. Coming to it end, the promo is clicked off. Camera moving to his left, Mordrad begins to speak.
Gates, Gates, Gates. What are you doing? Why are you trying to rile me up Gates? What do you have to gain from facing me, man to man? Did I not already do enough to you? Did I not already remove your manhood when my men and I squashed and scattered your little harem of harpies to the four winds at Desperate Measures? Was that not enough? Obviously it was not because now you are choosing to provoke me, anger me enough that I will finish the job I should have when I last stood in your grimy presence. You want me to end your life and steal from you your livelihood. Is that it...hmmm?
A light buzz emits for a moment and suddenly the camera has changed sides, now filming from Mordrad’s right.
And this whole righteous hero, the redeemed sinner amongst his trophy room of amusement and failure. I grant you, it paints a beautiful picture but that all it is. It is a work of art, a picture you want to paint so that maybe, just maybe you will not be so alone in this world. Newflash Gates, you are alone. Also I am not buying it. A leopard does not change it spots, even one as wishy washy as you. You will also be the same man you proven to be for years. A man that would hide behind a thousand shirts and thousand times just so you can have a few more blissfully idiotic moment in the sun; a little taste of glory for awhile longer. Pityful. If you really want me, want this title at Bloodletting, the only thing you are going to be tasting is blood and bile. And as for that moment in sun you want, that perfect end to the fairytale your are trying to weave around yourself. I plan on rewriting the end. It is going to go something like this…
The camera slowly pans to the front as Mordrad, in tone that is one part Richard Burton and two part rumbling thunder, melodic and terrible in it nature.
There once was fool that thought himself a king. He puffed out his chest and surround himself him slob knobbing yes sheepeople that catered to his every whim. But this fool got greedy and made a deal with devil. In exchange for a soul pittance; his soul, he wanted the devil to shower him with more glory than ever before. To make a long story short the fool got everything he wanted but it cost more than he ever expected. It cost him his kingdom and his subjects. It ended up costing him his crown. Alone and afraid that little fool though that if he act bravely and stood up against the devil he could have all he lost back. Sadly the little fool lived up to his name? For what is a pissant compared to conquer of men? A fool king to a monsters? A laughable lark of man to an imposing GOD?!? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! THAT IS WHAT WILL BE LEFT OF YOU AFTER BLOODLETTING GATES. COME THAT NIGHT I RID THE PRW OF ANOTHER FOOL! ANOTHER FALSE PROPHET OF MEDIOCRITY!
Regain his composure, Mordrad unclench his hand from his chair. Looking forward, the corner of his mouth foamed up a bit, he smiles a creaking smile as wipe his mouth clean.
Incase you misunderstood my story Gates, I accept your challenge. I will let you try to sun yourself in my splender. But do not expect much. For in my light, you will not shine. You...will...burn.
Rising from his seat, Mordrad drop his robe and turns his back to the camera, air spread out wide. Adorning her back is new set of terrifying ink.
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HARKERN TO MY RECKONING!
Former: 1 x Internet Champion, Current: Undisputed Champion
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