Post by shrenk on Sept 16, 2022 8:28:11 GMT
In the depths of Shrenk’s swamp hut, he sits in a partially destroyed red lounge chair next to a roaring fire. It’s hard to make out what exactly is burning but it doesn’t seem like wood, it’s letting off a foul smoke and a pungent smell.
Shrenk: You know, somebody once told me the world was gunna roll me. And I know I aint the sharpest tool in the shed, but that really stuck with me.
Shrenk throws another obscure item onto the fire.
Shrenk: My upcoming match reminds me of a little story I heard when I was younger TJ and Robert. Have you ever heard of the three little pigs? Now those little piggies thought they were untouchable, they would sit around talking about how brilliant and safe they are. In their precious little bubbles, nice and protected from the dangers of the outside world. They spewed their nonsense about what they would do to the big bad wolf if he ever came around, never knowing that their pathetic little lives were about to be blown into pieces.
The scraping noise of metal against wood is heard in the room over, slowly dragging its way across the floor.
Shrenk: You might think I’m referring to myself as the cleverest pig in this story, or even the big bad Wolf, but you would be wrong. I am the hunger that drives the wolf into a frenzy, I am the urge to rip live flesh from bone and devour, the decay of rotting meat in the teeth of a predator.
The fire crackles and roars, illuminating Shrenks face as he scowls, saliva dripping down his chin.
Shrenk: I don’t NEED a ring to fight you! I don’t NEED a reason to attack! And I DO NOT NEED to ignore the urge to feed upon those weaker than me!
A sinister smile creeps across Shrenks face.
Shrenk: Run little piggies run. But it doesn’t matter where you go, where you hide or how many walls you build around yourselves. I cannot be run from and I tear down your pathetic walls.
Shrenk takes a moment to calm himself before staring directly into the camera.
Shrenk: And I will always, ALWAYS find you.