03-15-2016, 10:51 PM
"Oh Fortanna, little Freddy boy, how the mighty have fallen... is what I would say if you were ever mighty at one point in your life! Your weakness, the posion radiating from your body, it sickens M.E, so you can imagine how hard it was for me to stomach your little video about our match on Wendsday."
"It took some coaxing from yours truly, but you did it, you finally did it. You proved that maybe you're not a spineless coward after all, just insanely stupid. Do you really think you have a chance against M.E? Do you not remember what my minons, who posscess mere FRACTIONS of my raw power, did to you? They chucked you halfway across the ring into the harsh embrace of steel and electrical currants! Like a turkey, which was ironicaly one of the things you compared M.E to, you were roasted, dead, seved to M.E on a metaphorical silver platter. I could have ended you there, ended your attempts to incite fear into the hearts of men despite only being able to incite laughter, but I did not. I hoped you would learn from your mistakes, that you would become one step closer to reaching your potential."
"You didn't, in fact, you might have taken a few steps back! This "Great Entertainer" you speak off, where was he when I threw you against the electric cell? Where was he when Ghost Tank sent you through a stack of lightubes to the depths of hell? Where was this mighty being when you stared up into the lights, broken and defeated? Either he has abandoned you at a time of need, or he never existed to begin with. We will find out the truth on Thursday when we answer one simple question,"
"Can The Great Entertainer save you from M.E's wrath?"
"I don't think he can,"
"The pain from last week will be nothing to what I have in store for you. You will scream, bleed, and cry for mercy, looking into my eyes for the slightest bit of remorse. You will say, "Oh mighty one, oh death, please have mercy on my soul and body!" and I will look down upon you, smile, and say,"
"No."
"Nikki Haven, I would like to offer my condolences in advance, for on Wendsday your husband will not be coming home from work. He won't kiss you on the cheek, hug you in his arms, or prepare to help you raise your unborn child, because Nikki..."
"You will be a widow."
The end is nigh
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