Post by Crowbar on Mar 14, 2017 19:58:07 GMT -5
"So...another person I've never heard of, haven't bothered to watch fight, and me. Heh"
Crowbars voice cuts through what is basically a black screen, his face, lit buy a faint white light comes into view.
"What, expect theatrics? Some nice looking area to hang out in? Nah. Not today, that's not how I'm really feeling, I'm feeling more...dark, violent...and there's a few reasons for it, but they don't matter, do they, MDK? I'm here to simply make a statement, not to hang around pretty places and make everything look great, fancy and fuckin' blah blah. No."
Crowbar lights up a cigarette, the amber light from it showing his face a little more as he inhales.
"Dick Devereaux, you're fighting me, congratulations for you! You must be so happy, so proud, so excited! Though, this time, I don't think I'll even let the match start, I think this time I'll just cave in your head with a chair and leave, because right now? Organized fighting isn't in my wheelhouse."
Crowbar disappears back into black, the only light being that of the cigarette.
"I told you, short and sweet, I like to play it. Devereaux, reserve a place at your nearest hospital, because I'm making good on this match never even starting."
Crowbars voice cuts through what is basically a black screen, his face, lit buy a faint white light comes into view.
"What, expect theatrics? Some nice looking area to hang out in? Nah. Not today, that's not how I'm really feeling, I'm feeling more...dark, violent...and there's a few reasons for it, but they don't matter, do they, MDK? I'm here to simply make a statement, not to hang around pretty places and make everything look great, fancy and fuckin' blah blah. No."
Crowbar lights up a cigarette, the amber light from it showing his face a little more as he inhales.
"Dick Devereaux, you're fighting me, congratulations for you! You must be so happy, so proud, so excited! Though, this time, I don't think I'll even let the match start, I think this time I'll just cave in your head with a chair and leave, because right now? Organized fighting isn't in my wheelhouse."
Crowbar disappears back into black, the only light being that of the cigarette.
"I told you, short and sweet, I like to play it. Devereaux, reserve a place at your nearest hospital, because I'm making good on this match never even starting."