Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 17:16:40 GMT -5
"Impressed would be an underestimate, Lord Raab."
The permanently scarred and most recently bruised bearded face of William Saint, better known as The Mongrel, appears upon the screen.
"I had expected you would come into the Meltdown Chamber with a ferocity fueled by this misconceived notion of vengeance for your twin brother and borderline perverse vendetta you have against Mister Samson. You did not prove me incorrect in the least bit, Lord Raab, and for that, I am most grateful."
"You managed to elicit from me a battle lust that I have been seeking since I returned to this grand sport of ours. I was disillusioned when I sought that in your shared seed last year. As skillful as Mister Konrad Raab is, he lacks that fundamental killer instinct needed in order to transcend to the next level within his career. While you, on the other hand, you have already exceeded the expectations of the deoxyribonucleic acid shared with your brother."
The camera pulls back to capture the enormity of the near seven-footer dressed in a black Samson Family promotional shirt, black jeans, and black work boots.
"But I have not presented myself to address the familial bond nor the inadequacies of your sibling. No, Lord Raab, it is finally time to convey our inevitable collision in one-on-one mortal combat. Our encounter at Meltdown was the confirmation needed that you and I are bound to a dance that will internally scar both of us for an eternity. The physicality of our war will be immeasurable; that should go without saying, besides that is what you have been craving, has it not?"
"But in order for that to happen, Lord Raab, I will need your undivided attention. Your complete focus must be upon the task at hand. Not on Brooklyn. Not on the trinket of gold and leather called the Showtime Championship that you possessed. And definitely not the male chauvinistic laced crusade you are waging against Mrs. Dunn. Your motives for your hate toward her makes me question your sexuality."
The man dubbed by Joshua Samson, Esq. as The Reason Why There Is Fear On Earth smiles a toothless smile, his gaze never leaving the camera eye.
"Give me your one hundred percent. This is not a request, this is a demand. You wanted a challenge, you wanted an equal that would gift you all the pleasures of extreme hardcore wrestling. I have arrived, Masked German Monster. The Mongrel that you seek is awakened."
Fade.
The Mongrel
The permanently scarred and most recently bruised bearded face of William Saint, better known as The Mongrel, appears upon the screen.
"I had expected you would come into the Meltdown Chamber with a ferocity fueled by this misconceived notion of vengeance for your twin brother and borderline perverse vendetta you have against Mister Samson. You did not prove me incorrect in the least bit, Lord Raab, and for that, I am most grateful."
"You managed to elicit from me a battle lust that I have been seeking since I returned to this grand sport of ours. I was disillusioned when I sought that in your shared seed last year. As skillful as Mister Konrad Raab is, he lacks that fundamental killer instinct needed in order to transcend to the next level within his career. While you, on the other hand, you have already exceeded the expectations of the deoxyribonucleic acid shared with your brother."
The camera pulls back to capture the enormity of the near seven-footer dressed in a black Samson Family promotional shirt, black jeans, and black work boots.
"But I have not presented myself to address the familial bond nor the inadequacies of your sibling. No, Lord Raab, it is finally time to convey our inevitable collision in one-on-one mortal combat. Our encounter at Meltdown was the confirmation needed that you and I are bound to a dance that will internally scar both of us for an eternity. The physicality of our war will be immeasurable; that should go without saying, besides that is what you have been craving, has it not?"
"But in order for that to happen, Lord Raab, I will need your undivided attention. Your complete focus must be upon the task at hand. Not on Brooklyn. Not on the trinket of gold and leather called the Showtime Championship that you possessed. And definitely not the male chauvinistic laced crusade you are waging against Mrs. Dunn. Your motives for your hate toward her makes me question your sexuality."
The man dubbed by Joshua Samson, Esq. as The Reason Why There Is Fear On Earth smiles a toothless smile, his gaze never leaving the camera eye.
"Give me your one hundred percent. This is not a request, this is a demand. You wanted a challenge, you wanted an equal that would gift you all the pleasures of extreme hardcore wrestling. I have arrived, Masked German Monster. The Mongrel that you seek is awakened."
Fade.
The Mongrel