Prince Adeyemi
The Lonely King

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08-16-2022, 11:55 PM
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The arena lights go dark. A single gold spotlight shines on the stage as the opening notes of King Kunta echoes through the air, the bass kicks in, and the screen behind the entrance ramp flashes with stark, bold letters:
DO YOU SEE ME NOW?
The silhouette of Isaiah King stands at the top of the ramp, first clenched at his sides, head bowed slightly. His championship belt is slung over his left shoulder, a king with a crown but no kingdom. He has on a black leather coat that cuts off at the top of his white wrestling boots. The long coat has a cracked crown embossed on it's back.
I've got a bone to pick!
Isaiah lifts his head, eyes longed on the ring. The gold spotlight follows his every step as he strides down the ramp, slow and methodical, like a predator closing in on his prey. Hopping onto the ring apron, he holds onto the top rope and stares into the crown, taking in the mixture of boos and cheers coming his way. Sliding through the top and middle rope, he places his title gently down at a corner, before draping his coat against it. He then walks to the center of the ring, spinning in a circle before pointing to his chest - he mouths:
"You thought I was done?"
Bringing his arms across his chest before shooting them down, he lets out a short, emphatic animalistic howl into the air before turning to face his opponent.
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[align=center][color=#ffffff]The arena lights go dark. A single gold spotlight shines on the stage as the opening notes of King Kunta echoes through the air, the bass kicks in, adn the screen behind the entrance ramp flashes with stark, bold letters:
[color=#E82A1F][size=large]DO YOU SEE ME NOW?[/size][/color]
The silhouette of Isaiah King stands at the top of the ramp, first clenched at his sides, head bowed slightly. His championship belt is slung over his left shoulder, a king with a crown but no kingdom. He has on a black leather coat that cuts off at the top of his white wrestling boots. The long coat has a cracked crown embossed on it's back.
[color=#ffffff][color=#E82A1F]I've got a bone to pick![/color] [/color]
Isaiah lifts his head, eyes longed on the ring. The gold spotlight follows his every step as he strides down the ramp, slow and methodical, like a predator closing in on his prey. Hopping onto the ring apron, he holds onto the top rope and stares into the crown, taking in the mixture of boos and cheers coming his way. Sliding through the top and middle rope, he places his title gently down at a corner, before draping his coat against it. He then walks to the center of the ring, spinning in a circle before pointing to his chest - he mouths:
[color=#ffffff][color=#E82A1F]"You thought I was done?"[/color] [/color]
Bringing his arms across his chest before shooting them down, he lets out a short, emphatic animalistic howl into the air before turning to face his opponent. [/color][/align]
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