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Post by LR Adams on Jul 16, 2021 18:53:45 GMT
Diablo is on the warpath, looking to make a trail of bodies lying on the ground here in the WFWF. After taking care of the Criminalz, Evenflow and Adger, he gets to go face-to-face with Sakamoto, fresh off a surprise win over Braxton Dirge.
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Post by Sakamoto on Jul 17, 2021 22:50:14 GMT
*Comebacks are usually a thing of nature in any line of work. You name it, it happens. It could be an officer of the law, shot in the line of duty. They survive, they end up coming back, looking to pick back up where they left off, stronger than ever. Firefighters? Paramedics? Athletes? Anything could happen at any given time, but a comeback always takes place. Sometimes, it works. Other times, it's just a ride-out until the inevitable happens and the time is right to retire. When one leaves at the top of their game, still able to go, but walks away due to not being at the pinnacle, when the bug calls one more time to go to war, will they answer? And will they be able to pick up where they left off?
In terms of Ryu Sakamoto, this was the case. He saw the opportunity, and took it. Braxton Dirge, the son of his longtime rival, Roadpig, a legend in his own way, was attacking helpless people, and he defended their honor. Surprisingly enough, Sakamoto bested Braxton, leaving the behemoth to fall in a singles outing that didn't end up in a disqualification or no contest. Now, an even greater challenge stands in front of Sakamoto, a man known simply as 'Diablo'.*
"I'll be the first to admit, this past weekend, at Intensity, Braxton Dirge, you surprised even me. I didn't think you'd be so...soft, against me. A human being of my stature, my ability, my agility, is quick, fast, able to chop you down, but there's no reason you should have been so easily distracted. A man who's supposed to be a monster, couldn't even be monsterous against a man like me. Dad must be distracting you with his hanging around doofuses like Pain and Bludd. Or, are you shocked that Dexter and Silverado are close, and you and daddy aren't? Hmm...the beast needs to be poked. Otherwise, the Braxton of old is gone!
Speaking of domination...Leon, thank you for letting me sign this contract to appear in the WFWF. I've always wondered how far I could go, and this is going to show just that. Dirge was a tough one, and it was worth the 8 year sabattical from the sport. And on the topic of domination, there is a man that has caught my attention. As a matter of fact, Maxwell Bryant, you were the one who suggested this guy to face me...Diablo. Now, I'll admit, I'm not too familiar with your in-ring work, but you're pretty dominant, definitely agile. And there's a rumor you wanted to face worthy opponents, as a local Joe and two men constantly in trouble with the law aren't even giving you a sweat? I'm not those guys. Canadian Craig? Not me. Evenflow and Adger? Talented, but not me. I'm a man of honor, a man who can stand toe-to-toe and be worthy of your challenge. I'm not gonna be easy for you to defeat.
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Post by Diablo on Jul 26, 2021 20:46:44 GMT
** The scene opens later in the afternoon early eveningish to find the cameras moving slowly down a wide gravel road deep in the back woods of northern Maine. Tall old growth pine and oak trees line the makeshift road. The lush greenery from those trees makes it hard for any sunlight to break through. Travelling further down, the road widens further and opens to a clearing. Inside the clearing we see a large rustic looking log cabin complete with wrap around farmers porch and a green metal roof. The building was clearly designed to blend in with the surroundings. Its large logs have been partially skinned and the bare parts have been stained a dark color to match the bark of the logs. Panning around we see several raised garden beds containing a variety of fresh seasonal vegetables. As the sun continues to set, we can the snap crackle and pop of a campfire. Following a path around the house we see a large stone circle fire pit with several wooden adirondack chairs placed around it. A roaring orange and yellow flame campfire crackles within the stone pit. Sitting in one of the chairs is none other than the monster known as Diablo. Beside him is a wooden table with a bottle of Highland Park Viking Pride 18yo Scotch whiskey and a glass with 2 cubes of ice in it. He sits up in his chair pours some of the scotch into the glass and then takes a long sip and quickly replenishes his drink and stares into the flames. **
Diablo: God damn it I’m bored! Why the hell did I agree to enter the ring again? I mean what’s the point of me stepping into the ring if there is no one around who is man enough to giving me an actual match?
** sips scotch **
Diablo: Don’t get me wrong pummeling peons into oblivion is fun but it’s hardly worth my time… Sure I could drag the matches out for a whole lot longer if I really wanted to, but without anyone fighting back and pushing me to my limits.. It just gets sooooo fu***ng boring..
** He lets out a low sigh and rolls the glass in his hand. The ice clinks against the edge. He takes a long sip and sets the glass down on the table. **
Diablo: Now Fang… He is definitely a worthy challenger.. So far we have faced off several times and he seems to be the only one around who can actually push me to test my limits.. Our matches have been brutal and I hunger for that kind of challenge again.
** Diablo reaches down and pulls up a rather large piece of split lumber and tosses it into the fire sending a shower of sparks and embers into the sky. He reaches over to the table and grabs the half empty bottle and pours a new glass of scotch and takes a sip… His cell phone suddenly begins to buzz and vibrate across the wooden table. He picks it up and with a quick swipe from his hand enters the code to unlock it and he quickly scans the most recent message and grins wickedly **
Diablo: Well well well.. It looks like I might actually have a challenge coming my way. This week I get to face Ryu Sakamoto and in the Main Event no less. Took them long enough to recognize who belongs and who doesn’t.
I have to admit that I don’t know much about this Ryu guy. However, I did see that he went toe to toe with the temperamental weak minded man child named Braxton Dirge. A man who thinks he’s this big, bad wrecking machine however, in reality he pales in comparison to a real monster like me. I applaud you in your victory Ryu but the time to savor that victory will only be short lived. This week you step into the ring with me. Many will tell you that I am the most brutal and violent competitor out there. All of it is true and I really hope you are up to the challenge.
If this match is a boring as my last ones then things are not going to end well for you…
** Diablo lets out an evil bone chilling laugh **
Diablo: Who am I kidding, either way things are going to end bad for you. When that bell rings I am not holding anything back and I trust you will do the exact same. I hope you are willing to put your body and soul on the line to try and beat me... You are going to have to if you truly want to survive.
This match is going to show why I should be the top contender to the title and then I will finally get my shot at Fang once again. I am coming for that title and no one they put in front of me is going to stop me from getting what I want. I will continue decimate everyone in my path.. Ryu Sakamoto the Gates of Hell are calling your name and this week I will send you crashing through them. Bring everything you have to this battle and try not to bore me... Or ELSE!
** The scene fades out as Diablo tosses the remainder of his drink into the fire. The alcohol ignites and sends up a fireball and all than can be heard is Diablo's wicked laughter echoing in the night***
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