by AmbushCat » Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:59 pm
*angrily points to the empty battery compartment* You bet there is! I work myself up to the point where I deal an awesome pre-fight speech, and I find out there's no batteries in the blasted mike!
*Zapana hurls the microphone at the ring floor; it bounces twice, then rolls past the ropes onto the ground.*
I work myself up to the point where I can give a good match, and things keep conspiring against me! I AM HERE TO KNOCK A FELLOW WRESTLER OFF HER HIGH PERCH AND GROUND HER SENSE OF REALITY, AND THE ENTIRE AUDIO COLLECTION DECLARES WAR! AM I MAD? YES! AM I FURIOUS? YES! DO I FEEL LIKE KICKING @*^? YES! SO RAISE THE OCTAVES AND DROP THE BASS, BECAUSE IT'S TIME TO RAG! NA! ROCK!
*The gathered spectators get to their feet, cheering. One of them can be seen holding up a poster that reads "Hungry Like The Wolf".*
It's a trifle, if ever was.
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