Post by Rob on Mar 1, 2015 7:17:41 GMT -6
"Well, Killjoy, here we are, hurtling towards a collision that will leave both sides hurting. Thing is, you're not ready for this kind of fight with someone like me."
Here he is, The Dread King himself, standing before a camera with a very serious expression on his face. He is dressed in black jeans, black boots and a plain black t-shirt.
Raze: Killjoy, I'll be honest before I continue, I had no idea you were in such a bad way. I really didn't. See, I thought you'd be hurt, but I figured you'd be back at it like most here. But you were in a coma... that only goes to show you won't survive this kind of match against me. if you couldn't take that, you have no chance.
He strokes his chin, flattening down his beard.
Raze: Well, not one on one anyway. I'm no fool, Killjoy. I know damn well that someone from Warpath will help you, as do you. We both know you have no intention of ending this fight alone. You stand against the toughest bastard in this business, and you're out to destroy me?
He steps closer to the camera, his voice lowering.
Raze: Far, far better than you have tried. None succeeded. Playtime is over? I agree. I know better than to prepare for one opponent, especially the weak link in a poor man's House of M. Even that was a poor man's Kindred. You don't fool me for a moment. You'll do what I predict and that will force me to escalate the situation.
With a familiar glint in his eye and a faint smirk, he goes on.
Raze: This is an extreme match, showing just how poorly you chose your vengeance. You chose this kind of match against destruction personified, something most wouldn't. Is it guts or stupidity, though? Be ready to eat through a straw again. And by the way, whoever decides to come to the aid of your weak link, I have a surprise for you.
His smirk becoming a devil's grin, he lets the remark hang as the scene fades.
Here he is, The Dread King himself, standing before a camera with a very serious expression on his face. He is dressed in black jeans, black boots and a plain black t-shirt.
Raze: Killjoy, I'll be honest before I continue, I had no idea you were in such a bad way. I really didn't. See, I thought you'd be hurt, but I figured you'd be back at it like most here. But you were in a coma... that only goes to show you won't survive this kind of match against me. if you couldn't take that, you have no chance.
He strokes his chin, flattening down his beard.
Raze: Well, not one on one anyway. I'm no fool, Killjoy. I know damn well that someone from Warpath will help you, as do you. We both know you have no intention of ending this fight alone. You stand against the toughest bastard in this business, and you're out to destroy me?
He steps closer to the camera, his voice lowering.
Raze: Far, far better than you have tried. None succeeded. Playtime is over? I agree. I know better than to prepare for one opponent, especially the weak link in a poor man's House of M. Even that was a poor man's Kindred. You don't fool me for a moment. You'll do what I predict and that will force me to escalate the situation.
With a familiar glint in his eye and a faint smirk, he goes on.
Raze: This is an extreme match, showing just how poorly you chose your vengeance. You chose this kind of match against destruction personified, something most wouldn't. Is it guts or stupidity, though? Be ready to eat through a straw again. And by the way, whoever decides to come to the aid of your weak link, I have a surprise for you.
His smirk becoming a devil's grin, he lets the remark hang as the scene fades.
