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Post by The Morgan Estate on Apr 17, 2020 11:07:09 GMT -5
A dark green glow permeates the room. Otherwise, complete darkness. You can hear a clock ticking slowly, tick tock tick tock.
We fall to complete silence. The green glow dissapears. An evil, handsome chuckle echoes for a few seconds.
Countdown begins. 6pm GMT.
He's back.
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Post by The Morgan Estate on Apr 17, 2020 12:03:50 GMT -5
We open with a dark room. Just a few creaks from the floorboards can be heard. A menacing chuckle pours into our TV sets, invading our inner most haunting thoughts. A clock starts ticking, slowly at first but it builds pace. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Faster and faster. It matches the heartbeat, like an ode to deep fear.
Silence. And then, a camp sigh.
“For Fuck sake! You daft twit, you spent so long building me up that we missed the slot. 6pm I said, on the bloody dot son!”
The voice is familiar, but more weathered. The lights turn on, and a man stands there in flamboyant garb, with a parrot on his shoulder. After a glance upon his weathered, older skin; it becomes apparent. He looks at the camera, acknowledging those watching.
“Yes, Ryan fookin’ Morgan at your humble service! I wanted a nice evil build up, lots of tension and drama but no, they gave me a fuckin’ parrot, a clock and some creaky floorboards. Fuck me sideaways, arh!”
The EHWF Legend reaches for his shoulder and grabs the parrot. He throws it onto the floor and stamps on it.
“WHAT! And the fookin’ parrot isn’t even real, it’s one of those oooojimaboojy things or whatever they’re called. Fuckin’ hell. What a terrible service I’ve been provided with here. I SHALL NOT be leaving a good review!”
He continues.
“Right, sod the bollocks and let me cut to the chase. I’m back, I have a motive but I’ll save that for another time because I’m in a terrible friggin’ mood. All you need to know is, The Forgotten Showman; The Great Ryan Morgan is back and recovered from a scorching case of Herpes and Covid-19.”
He holds his arms high and wide to the camera, asif he is the patron saint of our TV screens.
“Alas, some things in the past could not be. For example, The Corporate Powers, The Corporate Monarchy, My left testicle..but what do we know? I’m back in EHWF and I don’t have a fookin’ clue who anyone is. Argh, it’s a nightmare! A Bloody nightmare!”
The multi time EHWF Champion and Hall Of Famer stops in his tracks, he feels slightly sombre for a second.
“Wait, where’s Willy Ryder?! WhAT DO YOU MEAN HES NOT HERE ANYMORE. He’s the ying to my bloody yang! Barghhh, Candice… my wench with beautiful fake tattas, Fetch me some nuts!”
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