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Post by therask on Mar 22, 2008 20:21:26 GMT -5
The Invaluable Darkness by Dimmu Borgir starts to play and Dark Hawk walks out onto the stage with a mic
You now as I walk around backstage all I see is a bunch of cowards and punks ......
He begins to walk down to the ring
And I don't think that any of them have what it takes to take me out and escape the Fallen Flight or the Flight of the Hawk
He enters the ring and walks to the coner and sits on the top turnbuckle
So if you think that you have what it takes, or just wanna prove that you ain't no coward or a punk, come out here and challenge me to any type of match at March Madness
He lowers the mic and waits for someone to respond to his challenge
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Post by prophet on Mar 22, 2008 20:40:08 GMT -5
After Dark Hawk makes his challenge known, the lights dim to near darkness. The video feed of the program once again breaks up, and all in attendance's attention now focusses on the jumbotron screen. There the very same man who spoke his chilling words of earlier stands in a silhouette of shadow.
Brothers and sisters, what we have before us is a man who is one of two things, brave...or foolish. Pride, a most interesting of sins. It's led men into war, into much conflict, and it will lead you tonight to your judgement. I had no intention to make my presence known yet, but seeing a soul like yours compels me to begin my work here earlier than planned.
I see darkness in your soul. I see suffering. Worry not about that boy, you'll only need to feel one more night's worth of it before it all goes away. You certainly aren't the first, but you can be the next. |
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Post by therask on Mar 22, 2008 22:14:29 GMT -5
Dark Hawk gets of the turnbuckle and walks to the edge of the ring
You wanna talk about suffering and darkness, you have no idea what I have suffered and the darkness I've seen already, I'll show you suffering and darkness
He looks towards the crowd
Like I said "cowards", the guy isn't even brave enough to come out and say this stuff to me face
He pauses and looks back at the jumbotron
You wanna "start your work", well then take your ass and get it out here and we'll just see what happens or would you rather settle this in about a week at March Madness
He lowers the mic and waits for †PROPHET† to respond to his challenge
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Post by prophet on Mar 22, 2008 23:02:03 GMT -5
Dark Hawk speaks again, and after he finishes...The Man They Call Prophet smirks. The smirks turns to a chuckle and then to a full blown laugh that echoes around the arena.
So is it face to face you want? Such a trivial mind your is. As if stare me in the eye makes you any more or less of a man, of fighter or warrior, whatever you choose to call yourself. I don't play those meager little game boy. Nobody acknowledges you because nobody fears you. You've got it all wrong my friend. Me? I'm only here to see whether or not you are worthy of the breath that flows from your lungs.
The video feed breaks up at that point, and then thick mist can be seen forming from the entrance of the stage. Mere seconds later, he stands atop that stage with his book in hand.
From what I see...you're not. You wear your so-called suffering like it's a medal. Some form of prize that makes you something or someone whom I should respect of fear? Hmph...all I see in that structure is another pathetic wretch lacking direction. I can...and will be the one to guide you down the path to the truth.
He opens his book...
For as it states, I will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger. I will besiege you with the wrath of a god, or devil...and we will see in the end whether your lowly words hold any meaning.
You've got an opportunity to prove yourself to me tonight. The fight you want...you'll get. But can you truly handle what you're about to experience? |
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Post by therask on Mar 23, 2008 19:17:45 GMT -5
Dark Hawk removes his shirt and necklace, and brings the mic back up to his mouth and begins to shout
Ok holy man, come down to his ring and bring it before i come up there and shove that book down your throat.
He throws the mic to the ground, he extends his arm and moves his hand in a bring it motion
He awaits for †PROPHET† he come to the ring
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Post by prophet on Mar 23, 2008 23:46:18 GMT -5
As you wish then...a baptism by blood.
With that he marches down to the ring and this impromptu battle is set to begin.
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