Post by dylanblack on Aug 8, 2023 23:07:12 GMT -6
*The following was retweeted to the AXW twitter*
-The demon known as Dreadvan is lazily walking down the center of a side walk. Man people have to move out of his way and into the street just to get by as Dreadvan never even attempts to move from their path. In his paws is a gallon of ice cream where he is seen routinely scooping out chunks in his bare hands and stuffing it into his mouth. Nearly his whole fist gets shoved inside and he slurps on it as he retracts. A lot of it would fall onto the ground, and even some people he's walking past. Some shout out to him in frustration but as soon as he looks over they cower and pretend they never said anything in the first place.
Dreadvan notices the camera man just down the way and beckons him over.-
"Hey man why not take a walk with me."
-Dreadvan simply tosses the quarter full container of creamy goodness on the ground and continues along his merry way.-
"See this is what I was talking about last time. Here I am, basically a celebrity in the wrestling world and I never knew it. Here I was barking away about how people don't acknowledge me and how I would force them to, when in reality it's already happened. Even AXW sent this camera man out here, at my request, just to get in some more time with the demon.
All these people too, they know better than to run their mouths anymore. Hell in this country I'm sure I could waltz right in to buckmyham pals and sit down with the queen for a beer. But as the people watching this may know, Dreadvan's got a very busy schedule. And it all starts with Open Fight Night."
-Dreadvan is about to continue but leans up against a glass window to take a breather. Thought only after a few seconds of leaning the window gives way and Dreadvan crashes through it, sending bits and pieces all over. Dreadvan no sells it and stands right back up. The shop keeper runs outside with a broom unaware of what just happened but is rightly agitated. However once get sees who it is, the shop keep changes from a sour expression to one of shock and forgiveness, going so far as to break the broom handle over his own knee. Dreadvan just grins, reaches into his pocket and pulls out an American five dollar bill which he slides into the shop keeps smock.-
"What was I saying? Oh yeah. Open Fight Night. The last stop on the road to Supremacy. I'm sure boner devil is keenly aware that my thoughts are way past him, and focused on that chump Blake. He probably even thinks that I won't bring my A-game. I'm aware he's been chirping away, telling everyone how he's real scary. But he's going to learn that even a free ride can have strings attached. Those strings are the beating of his life, and I'm the puppet master."
-Dreadvan again has to stop and take a rest. Although he's moved barely a block from the shop he just trashed. He leans up against a light post huffing and puffing. But again misfortune always follows the demon. The light post begins to wail as it bends and when Dreadvan pushes off of it, it looks more like a candy cane. He shrugs again but marches forward.-
"You see boner, no matter what I do or where I go destruction and misery always follow, intentional or not. So even if you somehow think you can win, you just simply won't. I'm like a fort of nature. Something that just is and goes from stop to stop leveling anything I happen to touch."
-Dreadvan tries to sit on a nearby bench but as soon as his rear touches the wood it snaps as if it explodes. Dreadvan doesn't even care and sits on top of the rubble. He pulls out another fiver from his pocket and sets it on top of the rest of the debris.-
"See our match will be like the things you saw me go through today. A trainwreck only leaving me intact. Like that window you will be busted open. Like that pole you will be bent and twisted with the smallest of efforts. And like this bench, you will be destroyed, but at least you'll get a couple of dollars for your efforts.
And while I'm certainly flattered you see the light and recognize my worth, I just think about how much you must really value money. A sane person would do everything in their power not to even be in the same building as me let alone, in the same damn ring. But again that's something I like about you. You're crazy. But because I like that so much about you I'm going to do my best to see how crazy you really are. I want to see how far I can push you until you do give into your fears. Until you beg for mercy. You're going to earn every last cent of that money boner."
-Dreadvan takes another few minutes getting to his feet. He even reaches out and pulls down several passersby to do it. After he stands on top of them and looks into the camera.-
"And when it's all said and done, the devil will bow before the demon, and run to the highest hills to shout out to the next sad souls: BE CAUTIOUS OF DEMONS."
-The demon known as Dreadvan is lazily walking down the center of a side walk. Man people have to move out of his way and into the street just to get by as Dreadvan never even attempts to move from their path. In his paws is a gallon of ice cream where he is seen routinely scooping out chunks in his bare hands and stuffing it into his mouth. Nearly his whole fist gets shoved inside and he slurps on it as he retracts. A lot of it would fall onto the ground, and even some people he's walking past. Some shout out to him in frustration but as soon as he looks over they cower and pretend they never said anything in the first place.
Dreadvan notices the camera man just down the way and beckons him over.-
"Hey man why not take a walk with me."
-Dreadvan simply tosses the quarter full container of creamy goodness on the ground and continues along his merry way.-
"See this is what I was talking about last time. Here I am, basically a celebrity in the wrestling world and I never knew it. Here I was barking away about how people don't acknowledge me and how I would force them to, when in reality it's already happened. Even AXW sent this camera man out here, at my request, just to get in some more time with the demon.
All these people too, they know better than to run their mouths anymore. Hell in this country I'm sure I could waltz right in to buckmyham pals and sit down with the queen for a beer. But as the people watching this may know, Dreadvan's got a very busy schedule. And it all starts with Open Fight Night."
-Dreadvan is about to continue but leans up against a glass window to take a breather. Thought only after a few seconds of leaning the window gives way and Dreadvan crashes through it, sending bits and pieces all over. Dreadvan no sells it and stands right back up. The shop keeper runs outside with a broom unaware of what just happened but is rightly agitated. However once get sees who it is, the shop keep changes from a sour expression to one of shock and forgiveness, going so far as to break the broom handle over his own knee. Dreadvan just grins, reaches into his pocket and pulls out an American five dollar bill which he slides into the shop keeps smock.-
"What was I saying? Oh yeah. Open Fight Night. The last stop on the road to Supremacy. I'm sure boner devil is keenly aware that my thoughts are way past him, and focused on that chump Blake. He probably even thinks that I won't bring my A-game. I'm aware he's been chirping away, telling everyone how he's real scary. But he's going to learn that even a free ride can have strings attached. Those strings are the beating of his life, and I'm the puppet master."
-Dreadvan again has to stop and take a rest. Although he's moved barely a block from the shop he just trashed. He leans up against a light post huffing and puffing. But again misfortune always follows the demon. The light post begins to wail as it bends and when Dreadvan pushes off of it, it looks more like a candy cane. He shrugs again but marches forward.-
"You see boner, no matter what I do or where I go destruction and misery always follow, intentional or not. So even if you somehow think you can win, you just simply won't. I'm like a fort of nature. Something that just is and goes from stop to stop leveling anything I happen to touch."
-Dreadvan tries to sit on a nearby bench but as soon as his rear touches the wood it snaps as if it explodes. Dreadvan doesn't even care and sits on top of the rubble. He pulls out another fiver from his pocket and sets it on top of the rest of the debris.-
"See our match will be like the things you saw me go through today. A trainwreck only leaving me intact. Like that window you will be busted open. Like that pole you will be bent and twisted with the smallest of efforts. And like this bench, you will be destroyed, but at least you'll get a couple of dollars for your efforts.
And while I'm certainly flattered you see the light and recognize my worth, I just think about how much you must really value money. A sane person would do everything in their power not to even be in the same building as me let alone, in the same damn ring. But again that's something I like about you. You're crazy. But because I like that so much about you I'm going to do my best to see how crazy you really are. I want to see how far I can push you until you do give into your fears. Until you beg for mercy. You're going to earn every last cent of that money boner."
-Dreadvan takes another few minutes getting to his feet. He even reaches out and pulls down several passersby to do it. After he stands on top of them and looks into the camera.-
"And when it's all said and done, the devil will bow before the demon, and run to the highest hills to shout out to the next sad souls: BE CAUTIOUS OF DEMONS."