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EDWARD THE GREAT · (07-21-2023)

EDWARD sprinted through the lush surroundings, his feet pounding against the soft earth.

With each step, his determination grew stronger, fueled by the knowledge that he was on the trail of a truly elusive and mythical creature.

The Squonk, a legendary being said to inhabit these very woods, was his target.

According to local lore, the Squonk was a creature with a sorrowful existence, forever burdened by its perceived ugliness.

It was rumored to weep constantly, its tears forming pools of liquid wherever it went. Many had sought to capture or even catch a glimpse of this elusive creature, but none had succeeded.

EDWARD, however, possessed a relentless spirit and a desire to prove himself.

Since arriving in America, EDWARD had dedicated much his time to the study of this worlds mythical creatures, honing his tracking skills and seeking to uncover obscure legends.

Now, he had finally obtained the knowledge that led him to the hemlock forest of northern Pennsylvania.

His prey, completely unaware of the imminent danger quickly approaching them, continued their existence in the tranquility of the woods.

The Squonk, with its permanently sorrowful demeanor, wandered among the moss-covered trees, its teardrops leaving a trail that Edward could easily follow.

Feeling confident that he would nab his prey by lunch, EDWARD takes a break to make his final preparations before confronting the horrid beast and uses the time to also reflect on his upcoming match.

"EDWARD PROVE HIMSELF SMARTEST WARRIOR IN BATTLE OF WITS WITH MINDMASTER."

"EDWARD PROVE HIMSELF MASTER OF WILD IN CAGE WITH TIGERS."

"EDWARD PROVE HIMSELF WORTHY TO LEAD TRIBE IN BATTLE WITH TRICKY WOMAN."

"EDWARD PROVE ONLY MORTAL WOUND WILL STOP EDWARD OVER ENTIRE LAST MONTH."

"YET STILL, THE MEEK AND THE WEAK LINE UP EACH WEEK BELIEVING THAT THEY SMELL BLOOD."

"THEY DO, ONLY IT BELONG TO THEM AFTER EDWARD STOMP THEM INTO DIRT FOR COUNT OF THREE!"

"MOLLY FIND HERSELF DISTRACTED AGAIN LAST WEEK. COST HER MATCH AND BIG HEADACHE!"

"DISTRACTION COME FROM OUTSIDE BATTLEFIELD AND ON IT AS WELL."

"THIS WEEK, MOLLY FIND HERSELF ONCE AGAIN PITTED AGAINST STRONGEST WARRIOR, BUT WITH ADDED THREAT OF PAINTED CRONE WHO IS POSSIBLY THE ALL-MOTHER OF TRICKERY."

"OF COURSE, EDWARD SPEAKING OF SUNDAY GREY. EDWARD PRETTY SURE WOMAN?... THAT ONCE HELD BOTH SHINY AND LIONS BELT AT SAME TIME."

"MIGHTY IMPRESSIVE FEAT."

"EXCEPT PAINTED CRONE NOT EARN ACCOLADES FROM MIGHT OF WARRIOR SPIRIT, WOMAN INSTEAD PLAY GAMES, STRIKE FROM BEHIND, AND TAKE SHORTCUTS TO GLORY."

"HYENA DO THAT."

"HYENA ALSO VERY MID IN LAND OF GREEN, WHERE LION ONLY BOW TO EDWARD."

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"THIS NOT FIRST TIME EDWARD SEE PAINTED CRONE NAME ACROSS FROM EDWARD'S. THAT HAPPEN LAST WEEK. THEN AS EDWARD PREPARE FOR UPCOMING BATTLE, EDWARD RECEIVE IMPORTANT MEMO FROM MAN IN BROWN PANTS."

"IT FROM NEW OLD BOSS. IT SAY "CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE CLAUSE" AND INFORM EDWARD THAT ME BUMPED FROM MAIN EVENT TO MAKE ROOM FOR CRONE TO CHALLENGE FOR BIGGEST BELT."

"EDWARD COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER IF WOMAN USED HER TRICKS TO EVADE EDWARD AND MAKE MOVE FOR EASIER PATH TO BELT OF HER OWN THROUGH BIGGEST BELT CHAMPION MARK FLYNN."

"THE IDEA INDEED ALIGNS WITH HISTORY, BUT IT MATTERS NOT TODAY, BECAUSE WOMAN FAILED TO CAPTURE BIGGEST BELT, AND NOW FIND HERSELF FACING IMPOSSIBLE CHALLENGE OF TRYING TO KNOCK EDWARD FROM ATOP ANARCHY MOUNTAIN."

"EDWARD ALSO SAY THAT SHE NOT ONLY ONE. CHELSEA LECLAIR, MOSTLY SILENT SINCE OUR LAST BATTLE, YET CAME OUT OF THE CAGE NEARLY UNSCATHED. SKILL ISN'T ALL THAT HOLD YOU BACK, BUT HAVE SAME LACK OF FOCUS THAT PLAGUE MOLLY."

"EDWARD STRONGEST WARRIOR, BUT EVEN STRONGEST WARRIOR MEETS DEFEAT. BUT NEVER BECAUSE WARRIOR LOSE SIGHT OF GOAL. YOU LET PAINTED CRONE DISTRACT YOU IN LAST MATCH, AND MUCH LIKE MOLLY, DISTRACTION COST YOU. THEN TAKE WEEK OFF TO REST?"

EDWARD Scoffs!

"EDWARD NEVER RESTS, NEVER GIVES IN TO DEFEAT. EDWARD USE SETBACKS AS FUEL TO IGNITE FIRE WITHIN."

"NOW, PAINTED CRONE AND LECLAIR, YOU BOTH STAND BEFORE EDWARD, THINKING YOU CAN CLAIM VICTORY OVER THE KING OF ANARCHY. BUT EDWARD ISN'T JUST A KING, EDWARD IS STRONGEST WARRIOR!"

"PAINTED CRONES TRICKS HAVE WORKED ON OTHERS, BUT EDWARD SEE THROUGH SMOKE AND MIRRORS. THAT HOW EDWARD FEND OFF RED EYED WOMAN'S TRICKY IN PAST! LIKE HERS, YOUR TRICKERY WILL BE UNDOING!"

"YOU CLAIM TO BE OF LEGENDS, BUT LEGENDS EARN STATUS THROUGH HONOR AND BATTLE, NOT THROUGH DECEIT AND CUNNING."

"AND LECLAIR, YOU'VE BEEN LURKING IN SHADOWS, PLACING FOCUS ON FAMILY DRAMA AND OFF OF YOU."

"YOU BELIEVE SILENCE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. BUT EDWARD KNOW TRUE COLORS. YOU ARE A COWARD! YOU MAY HAVE ESCAPED OUR LAST ENCOUNTER UNSCATHED, BUT THIS TIME, SHOULD OUR PATHS CROSS, EDWARD WILL UNLEASH PRIMAL FURY UPON YOU!"

"MOLLY, CRONE, LECLAIR, YOU FACE THE MIGHT OF EDWARD, THE UNYIELDING PRIMAL-FORCE OF ANARCHY! YOUR TRICKS, YOUR GAMES, YOUR STRATEGIES... THEY ALL CRUMBLE BEFORE MY PRIMAL MIGHT UNLEASHED IN THE ABSENCE OF RULES!"

"TRUTH BE, THIS BATTLE SERVE AS WARM UP BEFORE THE STRONGEST WARRIOR'S BIGGEST HUNT!"

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Sometime later, Edward's powerful strides brought him closer to the wailing Squonk.

As the sorrowful cries echoed through the forest, his grip tightened around his mighty spear.

With a primal surge of strength, he hurled his spear through the air. The weapon soared with uncanny accuracy, finding its mark in the Squonk's sorrow-stricken form.

A hushed silence fell over the forest as the Squonk let out its final anguished cry, its tears now mixing with the crimson flow of life.

Approaching the fallen creature, Edward's colossal hand, capable of tremendous force, gently touched the Squonk's trembling body.

In that touch, Edward conveyed a strange kinship to the defeated creature.

Summoning his loyal ape companions, Edward's tribe gathered around the fallen Squonk.

The scent of roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the crackling fire. The tribe's mouths watered in anticipation as they eagerly awaited the nourishment that the fallen prey would provide for them for the next hunt.

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