Post by Spartan on Jun 28, 2020 4:57:22 GMT -5
“Around and around the mulberry bush we go. Week in, week out, it’s the same thing we walk into the arena, we face our demons and we either walk out having conquered our foes or we end our nights staring at the lights”
Spartan is sitting in a pair of black shorts and a black singlet, he has a cap turned backward covering his hair. His glorious ginger beard is front and center. The chair upon which he sits is turned the wrong way around and the monstrous forearms rest on the back supporting his weight.
“For months I was a slave to the communist ideals of our General Manager Irina. This was the subject of a deal. I opened my eyes and realized my own wrongdoing in this matter and reneged on my end of the bargain. Not that was the right thing to break a deal but when deals are done with devil one must make a decision. I might my decision and I will live with the consequences of my decision,”
Spartan shifts on the chair.
“So, Bulletproof, I have to deal with those consequences and face several men and women in the ring, each one after the other in some sort of insane game that is this gauntlet. I knew when reneged on our arrangement Irina you may though an assortment of roadblocks in my path. So that is what I will do. I pick up every boulder and I will remove it from my path. If I need to lift every boulder on this planet above my head and toss it aside like a game of Atlas stones than tha is what I will do.”
“Latoya Hixx. John Blade I feel sorry for you. I wish you were not in my path this week. I wish you had something else to do but for whatever reason Irina has deemed you capable. But you are not. No matter what card either of you draw at Bulletproof I will pick you up and put you down with the Revolutionizer and the game with done.”
“As for the rest of you in this match. You’re not worth my time.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Irina I’m still coming for you.”
Spartan is sitting in a pair of black shorts and a black singlet, he has a cap turned backward covering his hair. His glorious ginger beard is front and center. The chair upon which he sits is turned the wrong way around and the monstrous forearms rest on the back supporting his weight.
“For months I was a slave to the communist ideals of our General Manager Irina. This was the subject of a deal. I opened my eyes and realized my own wrongdoing in this matter and reneged on my end of the bargain. Not that was the right thing to break a deal but when deals are done with devil one must make a decision. I might my decision and I will live with the consequences of my decision,”
Spartan shifts on the chair.
“So, Bulletproof, I have to deal with those consequences and face several men and women in the ring, each one after the other in some sort of insane game that is this gauntlet. I knew when reneged on our arrangement Irina you may though an assortment of roadblocks in my path. So that is what I will do. I pick up every boulder and I will remove it from my path. If I need to lift every boulder on this planet above my head and toss it aside like a game of Atlas stones than tha is what I will do.”
“Latoya Hixx. John Blade I feel sorry for you. I wish you were not in my path this week. I wish you had something else to do but for whatever reason Irina has deemed you capable. But you are not. No matter what card either of you draw at Bulletproof I will pick you up and put you down with the Revolutionizer and the game with done.”
“As for the rest of you in this match. You’re not worth my time.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Irina I’m still coming for you.”
