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Winter Has Come To Stay
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Topic Started: Mar 26 2018, 09:22 AM (61 Views)
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KingsMan
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Mar 26 2018, 09:22 AM
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The screen flickers to life; a staticy mess of pixels and distorted light. As it stabilizes, a lone figure can be seen; half standing light and half in shadow; back turned to the camera. From the size of the broad shoulders and black leather that covers the back of the figure’s head; the identity of the figure is not hard to figure out. It only become more apparent as the growly yet sophisticated voice of Kevin Mordrad rumbles out from the dark silence around him.
PRW has been abuzz recently. So much activity, so much fuss;all of it centered around one thing: SuperBattle is on the horizon and just like the rolling greenness of Spring pushes at the chill of Winter; the smell of change seems to be in the air.
Always seemingly at a juxtaposition with his monstrous form; Mordrad’s voice is soothing in nature as he speaks; like a dark lullaby delivered by a dark eye but patronly figure. In a moment of pause everything seems to hang and hold still; the very air around Mordrad seems heavy with tension; a low but boiling fount of anticipation. In an instant it burst forth; Mordrad spinning on his heels in the most militaristic and regimented way. Face front; his lips are curled in scowl; trapped between the tant leather of his simply but well crafted black mask. Around his waist the Undisputed title is haughty hung.
Well I have some bad news for all of the hopeful eyes that lay upon my waist. Spring is cancelled this year. So bundle up and get ready for a long,cold, and harsh winter. Hope is futile. All the white knighting efforts are for naught. This title, and the man it is currently draped on, is not going anywhere soon. PRW is mine. The Undisputed champion is mine. And I dare anyone to prove me wrong.
Stepping forward, fully into the light, Mordrad looms as thetenly as he words. His presence, like a sickenly odd mixture of hottest flames of hell and coldest touch of night, seemingly emanate through the camera. His voice booms like thunder claps as he raise his hands into the air.
I will break anyone that stands before. I will shatter the PRW and remake it in my image. The red moon has risen and today, and everyday after, I and my followers will stain the PRW red with the blood of those foolish enough to try and stop me.
Like a strike of lighting he drops his hands and the sole light cuts out; only a faint red glows filling the dark as it illuminate the cold eyes and cruelly sharp looking teeth of Mordrad.
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HARKERN TO MY RECKONING!
Former: 1 x Internet Champion, Current: Undisputed Champion
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