Luchabowl Unmasking: Who is the Hurricane?
Jul 15, 2020 18:39:35 GMT -5
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Post by Jubei on Jul 15, 2020 18:39:35 GMT -5
The audience goes silent. Time itself bends to the momentous energy filling the arena. When the mask and cowl slipped towards the heavens for a vicious visage underneath it all.
The Master, after shocking the world for two action-packed weeks, spitefully takes up a mic.
Jubei: No more lies. Alpha Pro-Wrestling, I am not here to deceive you any more than you played up to your own foolish needs to follow a false prophet. As always, I have no reason left to save you idiots from your own miscalculations. Stupidity may be the most rife thing here... and I'm not the one to save you people any longer. I'm not even going to try. No one here tonight, or ever to attend our shows, deserves the amount of energy I have wasted trying to save you people from the curses you bring upon yourselves. Nor the diseases you plague on the sport itself.
I created Huracan Mas Sexy for two reasons: One, to convince myself of that truth. That no fan or follower of APW deserves my attention. You will buy any moronic idea. You will consume it until your hearts explode. That's the truth of you. Now, the real reason I did this is to get in mind of the only person left on this planet I have not destroyed. The one man I will destroy next week - when I put my entire career on the line against... "the Super ... SEXY ... Boogeyman Slayer" Steven Osbourne. Now that I have breached his realm of hedonistic and trivial existence... only now can I face my greatest foe to date.
This hurricane may have passed, but its fallout and its flood are still rising. Osbourne, I'm here to destroy every last speck of your career. I am going to wipe every particle of DNA you have left across this country in the name of your unhinged sexual pursuits. My days of dominance might be over... but I am still The Master! And you will bow to me! Osama! Bansai!
He throws drops the mic before going over to the table of titles fans began to idolize. Golden bulls with godly weight that Jubei collects into a pile. He then pulls a container of lighter fluid from under the table's damask and makes a well of kerosene around them. A match from his boot sends each to hell with an unceremonious pyre. Fans watch in all with the title belts wasting away from the growing inferno. Ring crew come to the rescue, but all that remains after a fog of coolant and extinguishers are the lies of a hateful, vindictive man on warpath for revenge.
The Master, after shocking the world for two action-packed weeks, spitefully takes up a mic.
Jubei: No more lies. Alpha Pro-Wrestling, I am not here to deceive you any more than you played up to your own foolish needs to follow a false prophet. As always, I have no reason left to save you idiots from your own miscalculations. Stupidity may be the most rife thing here... and I'm not the one to save you people any longer. I'm not even going to try. No one here tonight, or ever to attend our shows, deserves the amount of energy I have wasted trying to save you people from the curses you bring upon yourselves. Nor the diseases you plague on the sport itself.
I created Huracan Mas Sexy for two reasons: One, to convince myself of that truth. That no fan or follower of APW deserves my attention. You will buy any moronic idea. You will consume it until your hearts explode. That's the truth of you. Now, the real reason I did this is to get in mind of the only person left on this planet I have not destroyed. The one man I will destroy next week - when I put my entire career on the line against... "the Super ... SEXY ... Boogeyman Slayer" Steven Osbourne. Now that I have breached his realm of hedonistic and trivial existence... only now can I face my greatest foe to date.
This hurricane may have passed, but its fallout and its flood are still rising. Osbourne, I'm here to destroy every last speck of your career. I am going to wipe every particle of DNA you have left across this country in the name of your unhinged sexual pursuits. My days of dominance might be over... but I am still The Master! And you will bow to me! Osama! Bansai!
He throws drops the mic before going over to the table of titles fans began to idolize. Golden bulls with godly weight that Jubei collects into a pile. He then pulls a container of lighter fluid from under the table's damask and makes a well of kerosene around them. A match from his boot sends each to hell with an unceremonious pyre. Fans watch in all with the title belts wasting away from the growing inferno. Ring crew come to the rescue, but all that remains after a fog of coolant and extinguishers are the lies of a hateful, vindictive man on warpath for revenge.
