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Dionysus · (12-25-2023)

'Twas the night before Warfare, in the squared circle so bright,
Dionysus, the wrestling god, prepared for the fight.
His opponent, Schism, a formidable foe,
In the ring they'd collide, the tension would grow.

The ring ropes were hung with care and with might,
In hopes that a champion soon would take flight.
The fans were nestled, all snug in their seats,
With visions of power bombs and suplex feats.

Dionysus, the god of wine and of war,
Stepped into the spotlight, his presence galore.
With a twirl of his suit coat and a glint in his eye,
He addressed the crowd with a thunderous cry:

"Listen, O mortals, to the tale I will weave,
A clash of titans, where legends achieve.
Schism, my opponent, you stand in my way,
But tonight, I'll ensure you shall not see the light of day.

I am Dionysus, the Lord of the Vine,
In this squared circle, I'll make you mine.
A symphony of strikes, a ballet of pain,
I'll dance on your dreams, drive you insane.

Schism, my friend, your fate is unkind,
For tonight, in this ring, you'll be left far behind.
I'll unleash my fury, a tempest of might,
And leave you broken, in the cold, dark night.

No escape from the clutches of fate,
I'll dominate you, no need to debate.
So prepare yourself, Schism, for the end is near,
Dionysus is here, spreading chaos and fear!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause,
As Dionysus reveled in his wrestling cause.
The battle was set, the tension held tight,
In the ring, under the spotlight, they'd fight.

And so, on this night, with stars shining bright,
Dionysus and Schism clashed with all their might.
But at the end of the match, only one would declare,
"I have bested you this day! Now others…beware."

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