Match: Four-Way Threat
Participants: Shi, Franco, Missy, Gunther
Writing Mode: Special Matches Mode (1 entrance post, 3 replies each with 440/600 min/max per reply).
MWE Emergence [07/16/2017]: Battle Royale
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MWE Emergence [07/16/2017]: Battle Royale
https://youtu.be/lMGo-9tKb90
Match: Four-Way Threat
Participants: Shi, Franco, Missy, Gunther
Writing Mode: Special Matches Mode (1 entrance post, 3 replies each with 440/600 min/max per reply).
Match: Four-Way Threat
Participants: Shi, Franco, Missy, Gunther
Writing Mode: Special Matches Mode (1 entrance post, 3 replies each with 440/600 min/max per reply).
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Shi Dorsujun Ku
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Re: MWE Emergence [07/16/2017]: Battle Royale
https://www.youtube.com/embed/jcXLBRLNf3w
The lights dimmed, and from the MortalTron showcased Shi Dorsujun Ku's entrance video.... it was filled with the pride and joy of the orient..... And sure enough, Shokuo came out yelling at all of the stupid fat Americans followed by the behemoth monster known as the Devastator from Heaven. Shi was in a samurai armor and sporting a 6 foot long samurai sword around his back.... the intimating presence of Shi made the fans watching as he walked down the aisle at unease.
Once the two reach the ring, Shi stared at the fans- but it was hard to tell what his emotions were with his face behind the helmet he was sporting. Then, Shokuo disrobed the samurai armor off of his master..... Shi flexed his muscles and gestured 'slitting his throat' at the camera man.
Shi Dorsujun Ku
愚か者。あなたはすでに、新しい不滅のチャンピオンをじっと見てください。ちょうど何の儀式も今夜... と私は勝って、Deadblood... あなたの人生は私の手になります天からデバステーターとして地獄に宣告されたが!
While the Devastator speaks... Shokuo translates....
"HEEEEEE FUCKING SAYSSSSSSS TO YOU ALL WEAK, PATHETIC, DUMB-ASS AMERICANS HE ALREADY WON.... DEADBLOOD JUST LIE DOWN AND DIE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAAAAAAAAAA....................HA!"
Once the two reach the ring, Shi stared at the fans- but it was hard to tell what his emotions were with his face behind the helmet he was sporting. Then, Shokuo disrobed the samurai armor off of his master..... Shi flexed his muscles and gestured 'slitting his throat' at the camera man.
While the Devastator speaks... Shokuo translates....
"HEEEEEE FUCKING SAYSSSSSSS TO YOU ALL WEAK, PATHETIC, DUMB-ASS AMERICANS HE ALREADY WON.... DEADBLOOD JUST LIE DOWN AND DIE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAAAAAAAAAA....................HA!"
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Franco Rompere
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Re: MWE Emergence [07/16/2017]: Battle Royale
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yx40xLED4qo
Shi Dorsujun Ku and Shokuo were no doubt considering ranting about stupid Italians as well when Franco Rompere appeared. Rather than proceed to the ring, he stepped towards an easel set up to one side of the stage. He pulled a cart behind him containing several buckets of paint, brushes, and other tools an artist might require. On the top shelf sat a plaster bust of Franco himself. Following all of that was an art critic, a clipboard with a page attached for notes in his hands.
Yanking a white sheet off of the easel and dropping it to the floor of the stage, Franco revealed a painting featuring his three opponents that evening. Grabbing a brush, he applied a few final touches before stepping back to admire his work for a moment. Setting the brush back onto the cart, he pried open a can of paint before tossing its contents onto the painting, drenching it with red. Pleased, the art critic smiled and gave a polite clap before making his notes and returning backstage.
Dropping the now empty bucket to the floor as well, Franco finally headed to the ring, cart in tow again. Parking it at the side of the ring, he grabbed a microphone before climbing in, staying on the opposite side of the ring from Shi and Shokuo.
"I think I could actually start to like you two. You think Americans are idiots. I think Americans are idiots. Just look at the clothes these slobs in the audience are wearing tonight. In Italy, people would be embarrassed to appear in public dressed like that! And let's not get started on their tastes in artwork. Their obsession with that untalented fool Bob Ross." Franco paused to soak in the loud boos of the crowd. "Don't get me wrong though. When this match is over, everyone will realize that the Italians are not only better than the Americans, they're also better than the Japanese!"
Tossing the mic to the outside, Franco leaned into a corner, watching Shi and Shokuo as they waited for the other participants to arrive.
Shi Dorsujun Ku and Shokuo were no doubt considering ranting about stupid Italians as well when Franco Rompere appeared. Rather than proceed to the ring, he stepped towards an easel set up to one side of the stage. He pulled a cart behind him containing several buckets of paint, brushes, and other tools an artist might require. On the top shelf sat a plaster bust of Franco himself. Following all of that was an art critic, a clipboard with a page attached for notes in his hands.
Yanking a white sheet off of the easel and dropping it to the floor of the stage, Franco revealed a painting featuring his three opponents that evening. Grabbing a brush, he applied a few final touches before stepping back to admire his work for a moment. Setting the brush back onto the cart, he pried open a can of paint before tossing its contents onto the painting, drenching it with red. Pleased, the art critic smiled and gave a polite clap before making his notes and returning backstage.
Dropping the now empty bucket to the floor as well, Franco finally headed to the ring, cart in tow again. Parking it at the side of the ring, he grabbed a microphone before climbing in, staying on the opposite side of the ring from Shi and Shokuo.
"I think I could actually start to like you two. You think Americans are idiots. I think Americans are idiots. Just look at the clothes these slobs in the audience are wearing tonight. In Italy, people would be embarrassed to appear in public dressed like that! And let's not get started on their tastes in artwork. Their obsession with that untalented fool Bob Ross." Franco paused to soak in the loud boos of the crowd. "Don't get me wrong though. When this match is over, everyone will realize that the Italians are not only better than the Americans, they're also better than the Japanese!"
Tossing the mic to the outside, Franco leaned into a corner, watching Shi and Shokuo as they waited for the other participants to arrive.
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