The fate of thousands wrest in the hands of few, and they do not answer?
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The necromancer spat once on the canvas, his lips twitching eager to fulfill his threat, but then the stand off remained dead silent. To him the answer would be simple. Give him what he wants. But no one seemed to take the threat seriously. A pale scowl wore on a gaunt face, as two red eyes studied the arena floor and then the rafters. Not one tactical move. No one would be answering his ultimatum.
What now?
" Doesn't it worry you peons that the DWF isn't going to respond at all? They would have you become servants to my legion of dead, rather than simply give me a straight answer. This is your structured branch of geniuses that won't allow the title rematch between Damien and myself. This is the fine established rule of the Darkside Wrestling Federation. Cowards! Well then if you fail to act, then I suppose I have no claim to the title then in your eyes. If that is the case then I demand you produce the rival I have to annihilate in order to claim what is rightfully mine. No one has signed or deserved a chance as of late to claim that right. I'm standing right here. SHOW ME THE RIVAL CONTENDER!
Heh, just as I thought. This place has no warriors, just sniveling painted goth types that only pretend to know what evil intent is all about. Well, I'm not going to tend to the masters needs and use politics to design a paper championship reign. In fact tear up my DWF contract Candice cause it's not worth the paper it's printed on. As of now Undead Enigma is a free agent. I do what I want, when I want to do it. Don't like the idea wretches? Heh, well just try and stop me. I will see your world burn.
As for you peons. I grant you your pathetic lives this evening. But take solace knowing that I can rip out your insides and have you vomiting up black bile from the depths of your entrails with just a whisper. On a whim I'll kill you all. Heh, or perhaps I'll just fuck with your heads a bit longer. You see insignificant peons, your lives as of tonight are forfeit thanks to the ineptitude of the DWF. In fact all lives in DWF arenas are now void. Be sure to try and enjoy the rest of this glorified spot show knowing that your all on my time now. Heh heh heh! "
The vile creature tossed aside the microphone and stormed off leaving the place of his threat behind his stride.
King: I think Enigma's gonna kill us JR.
JR: Given the facts, I'd say he's just thrown a world class black magic temper tantrum. He essentially just quit the DWF, but that doesn't mean he's not lurking around to make the lives of everyone a living hell.
King: Wait, so he's just pouting then?
JR: I wouldn't call it that. But it's clear he doesn't give a damn about sanctions, rules, or what the DWF will try and throw at him next. In fact I think he wants them to put up some kind of a fight, which means he's planning something big.
King: I don't like the sound of that one bit. According to UE were all expendable even ME! Worse yet, he's seething mad! You could be dead tomorrow, I could be! Somebody has to stop this guy!
JR: But, who can stand up to the megalomania and tyranny of a creature who has killed an entire world? Undead Enigma is not going to just lay down, in fact whoever the DWF decides to put in his way might not survive his onslaught. This is a tough challenge for Candice Fairchild and all of the GMs of the DWF. What are they going to do with a wildcard bent on making the entire brand suffer?
King: AHHH! I don't know just keep him away from us!
JR: Right you are, but lets get back to the ring now as Straight to the Grave continues...
OOC: ( I'm disappointed in all of you. But I'll get over it.)