Post by shrenk on Sept 8, 2022 15:58:59 GMT
To listen whilst reading
The sound of the swamp can be heard all around, but no humans are present save for one. If you can even call him that.
Shrenk sits in his hut in the middle of the murky waters, he is lit only by a candle which flickers over his grotesque features and unsettling smile. A bloody plate of small unidentifiable bones rests on the table in front of him as his wheezed breathing gets louder.
Shrenk: People call me an ogre. They come with their torches and weapons trying to scare me away, but dare call me the monster. What choice did they leave me, what choice does a man like me have? Danny finds me. Wrestleverse needs a monster. Too many people there with soft skin. Crackable bones.
Shrenk snaps one of the bones in front of him and becomes more animated at this point, clenching his fist and slamming it on the table with each point he makes.
Shrenk: Jumping around with their fancy clothes! Carefree fucking attitudes! What good is your jumping if I hold you down?! Your shiny titles if you can’t see em!! Your attitudes when you can no longer think properly!
His fist slams too hard as his plate falls off the table and shatters, bones and shards flying everywhere. An inhuman groan is heard from the corner of the room as a shadowy figure starts to stir. In the low light we can only make out an uneven mass attempting to stand on all fours before howling and whimpering.
Shrenk: Easy donkey. Easy. I’m on my way Wrestleverse. I’m not here for your titles or your fans. I’m going to tear that company apart person by person until only husks remain.
Shrenk smiles a large toothy grin.
See you soon...