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 |  Subject: Chapter 2: Royal Battles  Sun Aug 21, 2022 10:08 pm | |
| [ Once again did the camera open up to a scene showcasing Christian King. The young man was laid across what appeared to be The Iron Throne. He was reading a book, The Book of Christian! He flipped through the pages until he randomly realized the camera was there. Well, it wasn't so much random, as King soon began to snicker. He closed the book with one hand and spun in his seat to sit properly upright. ]
"Greetings, you good for nothing sweat vessels. It is I, the man who will guide Wrestleworld into the future! THE Christian King! Christian extended those arms of his, showcasing how important he believed himself to be. Now, I've just been catching up on some reading, you know. Reading that will undoubtedly launch me to a future of absolute success. The cheat codes to life! But somewhere along the reading, I was alerted. Alerted by the masses that I had an upcoming match scheduled. A matchw here I get to put my Luchadore mask to good use. You see, I'm involved in something of a spectacle. Apparently, it's this thing where you rip off a mask and throw someone over? I don't really know, I don't really understand rules. But, check this out, folks. I don't really give a damn. He shrugged his shoulders and began laughing. And see, the reason I don't give a damn is because I'm going up against people not worth giving a damn about. First and foremost, there's El Landerson. Who, I don't rightfully understand his position in this match. He lost already! He lost the moment I secured his mask! Therefore, like the good dweeb he is, he should take a step back and let Papa King handle all this mess! He laughed, shaking his head all the while. I mean, come on, Elly Lando. The best thing about you is that I nicknamed you just now to fit Lando from Star Wars. Other than that? You're just some wannabe no-good cretin Lucha who got whacked the last time we met. The next time is going to be the exact same result. You're gonna lose however many masks it takes to get you to lose. Another shrug of those shoulders had been performed. I watched a lot of Scooby Doo growing up, Landy. I know how many mask pulls it takes to get to the center of your desmise! And at the end of the day, you'll be crying like a baby, sniveling and whining to whoever cares enough to listen. 'I almost won!, I almost won' YEAH! And if it wasn't Christian King, you would have gotten away with it too!"
[ One big cackling was made from Christian King as he sat upon that throne. But then his face became quite inquisitive as he attempted to figure out the other participants of the match. ]
"And who else do we have around here? A bunch of nobodies who couldn't even lace up King's boots. And hey, I'm suppsoed to be the rookie in this match! Christian shook his head, now leaning over the throne with his hands cupped. But listen, check this out, okay? I'm not going sit here and pretend to give a damn or know any of these people. I don't give a damn about Devon Slayton and that weird ass name his mama gave him. Why? Because he's nothing more than a faded memory. He's in my rearview before I even step into that ring. And I say this with confidence because the Book of Christian tells me so! Now, have I had a chance to listen to what they have to say about little ole me? No, because it's a minuscule matter. It's arguing to argue and Christian King doesn't argue for the free ball, you got that?! Christian let out a peal of laughter and began to think about the situation a little further. Who else is there? Jake something, Rabbit. Jake Rabbit, buddy! I could give two shits about you being in this match either. Why? This here book, my friend. My previous match, my friend! Everything that I've done since stepping into this industry, MY FRIEND! And you, I don't even know who you are. I haven't watched any of your matches, I don't care to seek you out. Next! Christian shook his head and continued on after a long and dramatic sigh. Dax Staley, porn star name. Jeremy, no last name, means he's a serial killer or a homeless person. You see what I mean, Wrestleworld. If this is the best you can offer, then you needn't worry. Because soon, I will rise to my rightful top. I will defeat who I need to defeat in this match and then afterward... I'm being launched over the top into the cookie jar. A handful of choices laid at my feet, to go in any path I may very well choose. But we all know Christian King only belongs at the top, beating the top, showcasing the WORLD... that he if he were to swing that way... he'd be top. It's true. A bit of comedy as King continued on. Be that as it may, my good sleazebags and sweat vessels. You're witnessing an era anew! A world where Christian King reigns supreme and I start it at Destino! So come one, come all, get all those asses beat before the fall! Because come next summer, you're going to be looking at the single greatest CHAMPION you've ever seen before, baby! And you can bet all your bank on that! Ahaha!"
[ King stood up, continuing to hold that book in his hand. He'd slowly make his way off-screen, allowing the scene to come to an end. ]
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