Post by The Very Big Supervillains on Aug 14, 2020 11:30:56 GMT -5
"❄︎♒︎♏︎ ⬥︎♓︎■︎■︎♏︎❒︎ □︎♐︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ❍︎♋︎⧫︎♍︎♒︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ■︎♏︎⬥︎ ✌︎🏱︎🕈︎ ☟︎♋︎❒︎♎︎♍︎□︎❒︎♏︎ 👍︎♒︎♋︎❍︎◻︎♓︎□︎■︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ 🕈︎♓︎●︎●︎♓︎♋︎❍︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ 👌︎♏︎♒︎♏︎❍︎□︎⧫︎♒︎✏︎"
The MET arena is completely empty, save for the medical staff currently tending to the beaten body of William the Behemoth and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
It's been roughly 7 or so minutes since William had become Hardcore champion and roughly 1 minute since the doctors had stopped performing CPR and allowed the Horrohemoth to enter a state of what was almost consciousness.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ puts down the slurpee he had acquired and strolled into the ring, having already grabbed the Hardcore Championship beforehand.
It was quite worrying. Very worrying, actually. His tag team partner was surrounded by medical equipment, with more on the way and even more professional looking officials rushing into the ring every couple seconds.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ stood above his partner, listening in on the loud chattering of the medical officials and the constant, mechanical chatter coming from the various walky talkies.
William's exhausted grin is stuck upwards, he couldn't move his face if he tried. His eyes, however, move to get a look at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"T-Travis! Heh.. wh-.. you stole the Championship? N-nice-.. it's.. Lacklan will be very annoyed-.."
The belt is tossed onto William's chest and the man's brain seems to hit a blue screen momentarily. Eventually he speaks, as more and more medical peeps get a hold onto William.
"I-.. won?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ nods. William tries to stand up, the medical people too busy with their various codes and tools to notice. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ feels something.. uncommon about their apathy. It makes him clench his fists.
"☜︎♋︎⬧︎⍓︎📪︎ ⬧︎●︎♓︎❍︎📬︎ ❄︎❒︎⍓︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎□︎❖︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎□︎ ❍︎◆︎♍︎♒︎📬︎"
"Heh-.. 'Course I-.. I won!! Ffff... for you! Nobody tazes my partner! Fucking Midgets!! Midgety!! All: 'I have a wife!' Ew! Emotions are gross!! Heh... Giv-.. give me a hug. Please," William says, his eyes going more watery as he slowly shuffles to the edge of the ring.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tries to reach out his hand and pull him backwards but he'd have to grab his leg, and all ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ needs to see is the swarm of Referee's and paramedics around it to know that's a bad idea.
The doctors actually begin talking to William now, realising that, in spite of the human body and how it should biologically function, he's awake.
Of course, he doesn't listen, just keep shuffling to the ropes, an action he's been doing all night now.
"I-! I-.. ha! Can't really m-move but... I won!! Champion-.. M- me.. I-.. Thanks, Travis. I didn't think you'd help... I-.. wasn't sure if.."
"Sir! William, I don't think-"
"This good! Is! This is good-.. I mean.. I could do more villain stuff, now that I have a belt. I could be all-.. a- ow-.. ooowww-.... "Hardcore Master" William. Master of-! Nnngh!!"
William continues to groan and shout as he slowly traverses the mat, ignorant to everything as he goes to slide out of the ring.
"M-.. maybe I could be "H- Hardcore King" William.. "H-.. Hard-.. Hardcore Emperor".
"HardTsar" maybe. I come out all-.. Medieval Russian-.. clothes. "SuperTsar", ow... it's important to have a- all the cliches. To raise my Villanousness. People hate cliches.
Evil Villain Cliches are important, man, and I'll probably think of some more la-
OWOWOWOW, FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!"
The noise that tumbles out of William is horryfying, as the man literally tumbles onto the floor after foolishly trying to walk in his thoroughly roused knee.
He writes in the floor, crying and shouting, breathing hard enough do that it's clear that this brief stint of him being conscious will still be over.
The many medical staff clamour to hold down the massive man's body and despite the Horrorhemoth's futile protests, there's a syringe being brought close to his shoulder that ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ suspects will put the big man asleep for a little while.
The cryptic exits the ring and goes to look at the big man, when said big man reaches out and grabs ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ mummified foot with all his might. His hand's twitching and the big man's having to stretch his arm just to get his hand on the apron, around ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s ankle.
William resists the efforts of the medi-midgets and looks at his partner with tears going down his eyes, most likely due to the pain.
"...Tra-....Vis!
You-..
You have to-..
...
........
Call Vonn Ritcher a cuckold for me....
Urrrghhh...."
William's head thumps backwards to the ground and the staff now work in getting his obtuse body into the proper position for moving, as a forklift drives down the ramp.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ clenches his fist, again.
"He's just asleep, The doctor's said he'll be okay. They keep putting him to sleep because he thinks the doctors are too small, but his knee's too injured for him to actually escape.
Honestly, medical insurance-wize, with all the enlarged supplies they had to bring in, William's gonna be homeless for another decade at the least,"
William barely fits onto the giant hospital bed, specifically brought in for him. He's asleep thankfully, and his right knee's more bandaged up then ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ thought was possible, and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s fricking mummified.
This should be a time of celebration. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ won his singles debut, William won his first APW Championship.
But no confetti's coming down from the rafters, no. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ simply stares, as usual, letting the beeping of the many unknown machines muddle his focus, ince again.
The cameraman Jared's setting up a camera. They're not really allowed to film William, but they shouldn't really be allowed in the Hospital Ward at all. Everyone being irrationally scared of a man in a mask just because he's 7 foot does have it's perks.
But ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ doesn't smile. He never smiles, he wears a mask 24/7, but he does feel his emotions slowly dampen at the sight of the normally squealing and jerkass-y William all asleep and unable to squeal jerkass-ly.
"He'll be back before Alpha Showdown, if that's what you're worried about. Probably won't be able to help you against Vonn, maybe. And the nurse checks in every 15 minutes or so so killing him will be effectively impossible."
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tilts his head at the apathetic Jared.
"N- not that you want to! Maybe. I have no clue what you're thinking half the time. You might hate him, you might not, I would have no clue,"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tilts his head even more.
"Not that I tried! Honest! Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to snitch. I doubt most Cops can understand Wingdings.
Don't pretend like you didn't think of it either. To not have to listen to a barely legible manchild scream "Midget" over and over ag-"
Jared let's out a loud yelp as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ whacks him on the back of the head. Jared jumps away quickly, and, despite everything, still can't tell if ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ enraged at him or completely chill.
"What?"
"💧︎□︎ ♓︎■︎♍︎□︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎❒︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎📬︎ ⚐︎◆︎⧫︎✏︎"
He guesses and goes with the former, for his own safety, and skedaddles out of the hospital room.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ eventually turns his head once again, looking at the table set up next to William.
The bloodied Hardcore Championship laid there, as well as a large McDonalds chicken nugget meal and William's Nokia. The one that had been thrown during the match.
Unsurprisingly, no fans had stolen the phone after Lacklan had chucked it into the audience (Nokia's weren't very good) but it served as a nice little recipient of stress as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ squeezed the life out of it, trusting it was too sturdy to be broken.
He turns to William one last time, the Hardcore Champion still somehow sounding childish even while simply snoring, and then ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ switches in the phone.
---
Hey! Travis, wrestle-man here.
My journal's finished so I'll just type in here now. This tiny buttoned Nokia.
On the outside? I look pretty stoic, I'll give you that. I'm not a very expressive person. I lock my limbs too much. Sometimes I just don't even move. For like an hour.
One would assume I'd be happy. Because on Metal I won, and William won. VBS has a champion in it's ranks.
Truthfully?
I am freaking furious.
Honestly feel like swearing! Swearing and cussing up a storm because I'm that annoyed! Why?
Vonn. Ritcher.
Two full stops used, because I'm that angry. And stern.
You had no buisness being in that Hardcore Title Match. And now, thanks to you, William's knee's very injured, and for what?!
Could've been a fair fight!
William's not that agile! Lacklan could've found a way to win.
But no! You had to run down and brutalise him, and then you had to have the other Lacklan run down and do more shenanigans as well!
I disliked the shenanigans!
I'm using so many exclamation marks because I'm angry!
And I don't normally get angry, so this should be big, maybe.
I don't normally care too much about wrestling, because I'm an evil villain and all. I get paid, probably doing better here than I'd do in some other job. And I have 1 friend. Literally 1. Nobody else really pays that much attention to me.
And I understand, William's a jerk. Like a gigantic, whiny kind of guy and his performance was kinda pathetic, but that doesn't mean break his fricking knee! Just target the head like everybody else.
Maybe if Lacklan was smart enough to use a sleeper at the start of the match she would've won. But she was too sadistic! And too dumb! And she lost!
And you're not very smart either, Vonn!
I get it, Hardcore Match! Makes it all legal!
But does it make it right? Morally?
Nah.
Am I being angry enough?
I'm trying to portray it but it's, like, text format. Kinda hard. But I am annoyed!
I'm bias about this. I'm shouting at you for being a unintelligent mean guy, when my entire tag team is dedicated to being exactly that.
But I'm not even that mean! Neither is William, when you think about it!
He's just very, very, very annoying! And I get that! Okay?!
That doesn't mean you should try to break his knee!!
(That's in bold. Does that make me seem angrier? Portraying emotion on a phone is new to me.)
But you did! So now I'll beat you up. Kinda.
And in 1 on 1 matches, you don't fair as well. You lost to Zaigon, lost to DJF. Guys you really, really don't like.
And maybe you don't lose to me. Maybe my anger clouds my judgement, or something. I'm not saying I'm perfect or you're gonna lose just because I'm angry. Which I am. That's what I'm trying to get across. That was- yeah. I'm being redundant now.
But we're in a hardcore match.
And win or lose, you're hopefully gonna leave Metal battered and in pain. Blood, tears and steroid-affected sweat pouring from your body. Because of me.
Because I have a secret weapon.
You've spun the wheel of fate, and in a show of karma and revenge, I'll make sure you get crushed by it.
Because I am angry.
Angry!!
Angry.
That's the underlying theme I-!
Honestly, I'm not really proper angry. But it's a lot of anger for me, so I don't want it to be too vague, you know? Just in case you don't realise. Okay, bye.
Beware of my angry secret weapon. Okay, bye.
----
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ finishes typing, and turns to face William's snoring body in the hospital bed.
He reaches into his pocket.
He holds the tazer up, admiring it, before turning to William once more.
"✋︎︎🕯︎︎●︎︎●︎︎ ❍︎︎♋︎︎🙵♏︎︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ❒︎♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎♑︎♏︎📪︎︎ 💧︎●︎♓︎❍︎📬︎︎
❄︎︎♋︎︎⌘︎︎♏︎︎❒︎︎📫︎︎❒︎︎♋︎︎❖︎︎♓︎︎⬧︎︎✏︎︎
👎︎︎□︎︎♏︎︎⬧︎︎ ⧫︎︎♒︎︎♋︎︎⧫︎︎📫︎︎✍︎︎ ❄︎︎♒︎︎♋︎︎⧫︎︎ ⬧︎︎□︎︎◆︎︎■︎︎♎︎︎⬧︎︎ 🙵♓︎︎■︎︎♎︎︎♋︎︎ ♎︎︎◆︎︎❍︎︎♌︎︎📪︎︎ ♋︎︎♍︎︎⧫︎︎◆︎︎♋︎︎●︎︎●︎︎⍓︎︎📬︎︎ ❄︎︎♒︎︎♋︎︎⧫︎︎🕯︎︎⬧︎︎📫︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎ ⍓︎︎♏︎︎♋︎︎♒︎︎ ■︎︎□︎︎⧫︎︎ ⧫︎︎□︎︎□︎︎ ⬧︎︎❍︎︎♋︎︎❒︎︎⧫︎︎📬︎︎
✋︎︎ ⧫︎︎❒︎︎♓︎︎♏︎︎♎︎︎ ⧫︎︎□︎︎ ⬥︎︎□︎︎❒︎︎♎︎︎ ◻︎︎●︎︎♋︎︎⍓︎︎ ♓︎︎⧫︎︎ ♌︎︎◆︎︎⧫︎︎📫︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎ ♑︎︎◆︎︎♏︎︎⬧︎︎⬧︎︎ ■︎︎□︎︎⧫︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎
👎︎︎♋︎︎❒︎︎■︎︎📬︎︎"
The MET arena is completely empty, save for the medical staff currently tending to the beaten body of William the Behemoth and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
It's been roughly 7 or so minutes since William had become Hardcore champion and roughly 1 minute since the doctors had stopped performing CPR and allowed the Horrohemoth to enter a state of what was almost consciousness.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ puts down the slurpee he had acquired and strolled into the ring, having already grabbed the Hardcore Championship beforehand.
It was quite worrying. Very worrying, actually. His tag team partner was surrounded by medical equipment, with more on the way and even more professional looking officials rushing into the ring every couple seconds.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ stood above his partner, listening in on the loud chattering of the medical officials and the constant, mechanical chatter coming from the various walky talkies.
William's exhausted grin is stuck upwards, he couldn't move his face if he tried. His eyes, however, move to get a look at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"T-Travis! Heh.. wh-.. you stole the Championship? N-nice-.. it's.. Lacklan will be very annoyed-.."
The belt is tossed onto William's chest and the man's brain seems to hit a blue screen momentarily. Eventually he speaks, as more and more medical peeps get a hold onto William.
"I-.. won?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ nods. William tries to stand up, the medical people too busy with their various codes and tools to notice. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ feels something.. uncommon about their apathy. It makes him clench his fists.
"☜︎♋︎⬧︎⍓︎📪︎ ⬧︎●︎♓︎❍︎📬︎ ❄︎❒︎⍓︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎□︎❖︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎□︎ ❍︎◆︎♍︎♒︎📬︎"
"Heh-.. 'Course I-.. I won!! Ffff... for you! Nobody tazes my partner! Fucking Midgets!! Midgety!! All: 'I have a wife!' Ew! Emotions are gross!! Heh... Giv-.. give me a hug. Please," William says, his eyes going more watery as he slowly shuffles to the edge of the ring.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tries to reach out his hand and pull him backwards but he'd have to grab his leg, and all ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ needs to see is the swarm of Referee's and paramedics around it to know that's a bad idea.
The doctors actually begin talking to William now, realising that, in spite of the human body and how it should biologically function, he's awake.
Of course, he doesn't listen, just keep shuffling to the ropes, an action he's been doing all night now.
"I-! I-.. ha! Can't really m-move but... I won!! Champion-.. M- me.. I-.. Thanks, Travis. I didn't think you'd help... I-.. wasn't sure if.."
"Sir! William, I don't think-"
"This good! Is! This is good-.. I mean.. I could do more villain stuff, now that I have a belt. I could be all-.. a- ow-.. ooowww-.... "Hardcore Master" William. Master of-! Nnngh!!"
William continues to groan and shout as he slowly traverses the mat, ignorant to everything as he goes to slide out of the ring.
"M-.. maybe I could be "H- Hardcore King" William.. "H-.. Hard-.. Hardcore Emperor".
"HardTsar" maybe. I come out all-.. Medieval Russian-.. clothes. "SuperTsar", ow... it's important to have a- all the cliches. To raise my Villanousness. People hate cliches.
Evil Villain Cliches are important, man, and I'll probably think of some more la-
OWOWOWOW, FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!"
The noise that tumbles out of William is horryfying, as the man literally tumbles onto the floor after foolishly trying to walk in his thoroughly roused knee.
He writes in the floor, crying and shouting, breathing hard enough do that it's clear that this brief stint of him being conscious will still be over.
The many medical staff clamour to hold down the massive man's body and despite the Horrorhemoth's futile protests, there's a syringe being brought close to his shoulder that ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ suspects will put the big man asleep for a little while.
The cryptic exits the ring and goes to look at the big man, when said big man reaches out and grabs ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ mummified foot with all his might. His hand's twitching and the big man's having to stretch his arm just to get his hand on the apron, around ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s ankle.
William resists the efforts of the medi-midgets and looks at his partner with tears going down his eyes, most likely due to the pain.
"...Tra-....Vis!
You-..
You have to-..
...
........
Call Vonn Ritcher a cuckold for me....
Urrrghhh...."
William's head thumps backwards to the ground and the staff now work in getting his obtuse body into the proper position for moving, as a forklift drives down the ramp.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ clenches his fist, again.
---
2 days later
---
"He's just asleep, The doctor's said he'll be okay. They keep putting him to sleep because he thinks the doctors are too small, but his knee's too injured for him to actually escape.
Honestly, medical insurance-wize, with all the enlarged supplies they had to bring in, William's gonna be homeless for another decade at the least,"
William barely fits onto the giant hospital bed, specifically brought in for him. He's asleep thankfully, and his right knee's more bandaged up then ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ thought was possible, and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s fricking mummified.
This should be a time of celebration. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ won his singles debut, William won his first APW Championship.
But no confetti's coming down from the rafters, no. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ simply stares, as usual, letting the beeping of the many unknown machines muddle his focus, ince again.
The cameraman Jared's setting up a camera. They're not really allowed to film William, but they shouldn't really be allowed in the Hospital Ward at all. Everyone being irrationally scared of a man in a mask just because he's 7 foot does have it's perks.
But ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ doesn't smile. He never smiles, he wears a mask 24/7, but he does feel his emotions slowly dampen at the sight of the normally squealing and jerkass-y William all asleep and unable to squeal jerkass-ly.
"He'll be back before Alpha Showdown, if that's what you're worried about. Probably won't be able to help you against Vonn, maybe. And the nurse checks in every 15 minutes or so so killing him will be effectively impossible."
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tilts his head at the apathetic Jared.
"N- not that you want to! Maybe. I have no clue what you're thinking half the time. You might hate him, you might not, I would have no clue,"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tilts his head even more.
"Not that I tried! Honest! Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to snitch. I doubt most Cops can understand Wingdings.
Don't pretend like you didn't think of it either. To not have to listen to a barely legible manchild scream "Midget" over and over ag-"
Jared let's out a loud yelp as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ whacks him on the back of the head. Jared jumps away quickly, and, despite everything, still can't tell if ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ enraged at him or completely chill.
"What?"
"💧︎□︎ ♓︎■︎♍︎□︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎❒︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎📬︎ ⚐︎◆︎⧫︎✏︎"
He guesses and goes with the former, for his own safety, and skedaddles out of the hospital room.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ eventually turns his head once again, looking at the table set up next to William.
The bloodied Hardcore Championship laid there, as well as a large McDonalds chicken nugget meal and William's Nokia. The one that had been thrown during the match.
Unsurprisingly, no fans had stolen the phone after Lacklan had chucked it into the audience (Nokia's weren't very good) but it served as a nice little recipient of stress as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ squeezed the life out of it, trusting it was too sturdy to be broken.
He turns to William one last time, the Hardcore Champion still somehow sounding childish even while simply snoring, and then ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ switches in the phone.
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Hey! Travis, wrestle-man here.
My journal's finished so I'll just type in here now. This tiny buttoned Nokia.
On the outside? I look pretty stoic, I'll give you that. I'm not a very expressive person. I lock my limbs too much. Sometimes I just don't even move. For like an hour.
One would assume I'd be happy. Because on Metal I won, and William won. VBS has a champion in it's ranks.
Truthfully?
I am freaking furious.
Honestly feel like swearing! Swearing and cussing up a storm because I'm that annoyed! Why?
Vonn. Ritcher.
Two full stops used, because I'm that angry. And stern.
You had no buisness being in that Hardcore Title Match. And now, thanks to you, William's knee's very injured, and for what?!
Could've been a fair fight!
William's not that agile! Lacklan could've found a way to win.
But no! You had to run down and brutalise him, and then you had to have the other Lacklan run down and do more shenanigans as well!
I disliked the shenanigans!
I'm using so many exclamation marks because I'm angry!
And I don't normally get angry, so this should be big, maybe.
I don't normally care too much about wrestling, because I'm an evil villain and all. I get paid, probably doing better here than I'd do in some other job. And I have 1 friend. Literally 1. Nobody else really pays that much attention to me.
And I understand, William's a jerk. Like a gigantic, whiny kind of guy and his performance was kinda pathetic, but that doesn't mean break his fricking knee! Just target the head like everybody else.
Maybe if Lacklan was smart enough to use a sleeper at the start of the match she would've won. But she was too sadistic! And too dumb! And she lost!
And you're not very smart either, Vonn!
I get it, Hardcore Match! Makes it all legal!
But does it make it right? Morally?
Nah.
Am I being angry enough?
I'm trying to portray it but it's, like, text format. Kinda hard. But I am annoyed!
I'm bias about this. I'm shouting at you for being a unintelligent mean guy, when my entire tag team is dedicated to being exactly that.
But I'm not even that mean! Neither is William, when you think about it!
He's just very, very, very annoying! And I get that! Okay?!
That doesn't mean you should try to break his knee!!
(That's in bold. Does that make me seem angrier? Portraying emotion on a phone is new to me.)
But you did! So now I'll beat you up. Kinda.
And in 1 on 1 matches, you don't fair as well. You lost to Zaigon, lost to DJF. Guys you really, really don't like.
And maybe you don't lose to me. Maybe my anger clouds my judgement, or something. I'm not saying I'm perfect or you're gonna lose just because I'm angry. Which I am. That's what I'm trying to get across. That was- yeah. I'm being redundant now.
But we're in a hardcore match.
And win or lose, you're hopefully gonna leave Metal battered and in pain. Blood, tears and steroid-affected sweat pouring from your body. Because of me.
Because I have a secret weapon.
You've spun the wheel of fate, and in a show of karma and revenge, I'll make sure you get crushed by it.
Because I am angry.
Angry!!
Angry.
That's the underlying theme I-!
Honestly, I'm not really proper angry. But it's a lot of anger for me, so I don't want it to be too vague, you know? Just in case you don't realise. Okay, bye.
Beware of my angry secret weapon. Okay, bye.
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❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ finishes typing, and turns to face William's snoring body in the hospital bed.
He reaches into his pocket.
He holds the tazer up, admiring it, before turning to William once more.
"✋︎︎🕯︎︎●︎︎●︎︎ ❍︎︎♋︎︎🙵♏︎︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ❒︎♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎♑︎♏︎📪︎︎ 💧︎●︎♓︎❍︎📬︎︎
❄︎︎♋︎︎⌘︎︎♏︎︎❒︎︎📫︎︎❒︎︎♋︎︎❖︎︎♓︎︎⬧︎︎✏︎︎
👎︎︎□︎︎♏︎︎⬧︎︎ ⧫︎︎♒︎︎♋︎︎⧫︎︎📫︎︎✍︎︎ ❄︎︎♒︎︎♋︎︎⧫︎︎ ⬧︎︎□︎︎◆︎︎■︎︎♎︎︎⬧︎︎ 🙵♓︎︎■︎︎♎︎︎♋︎︎ ♎︎︎◆︎︎❍︎︎♌︎︎📪︎︎ ♋︎︎♍︎︎⧫︎︎◆︎︎♋︎︎●︎︎●︎︎⍓︎︎📬︎︎ ❄︎︎♒︎︎♋︎︎⧫︎︎🕯︎︎⬧︎︎📫︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎ ⍓︎︎♏︎︎♋︎︎♒︎︎ ■︎︎□︎︎⧫︎︎ ⧫︎︎□︎︎□︎︎ ⬧︎︎❍︎︎♋︎︎❒︎︎⧫︎︎📬︎︎
✋︎︎ ⧫︎︎❒︎︎♓︎︎♏︎︎♎︎︎ ⧫︎︎□︎︎ ⬥︎︎□︎︎❒︎︎♎︎︎ ◻︎︎●︎︎♋︎︎⍓︎︎ ♓︎︎⧫︎︎ ♌︎︎◆︎︎⧫︎︎📫︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎ ♑︎︎◆︎︎♏︎︎⬧︎︎⬧︎︎ ■︎︎□︎︎⧫︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎
👎︎︎♋︎︎❒︎︎■︎︎📬︎︎"
