Post by 💀 ＡＰＯＫ 💀 on May 15, 2020 9:18:26 GMT -5
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in·ter·con·ti·nen·tal
/ˌin(t)ərˌkän(t)əˈnen(t)l/
adjective
relating to or traveling between continents.
/ˌin(t)ərˌkän(t)əˈnen(t)l/
adjective
relating to or traveling between continents.
“When’s the last time this championship left North America? Can anyone answer that? Once I vanquish Louis Cypher on Titans… I will proudly carry this championship to South America… Africa… Europe… Asia… Australia… AND Antarctica. I guarantee this title has never been defended in Antarctica. What kind of challengers would I face there? Probably hotter ones than I am facing here… especially with Louis Cypher.”
“See how I effortlessly tie everything back to the match at hand? That’s something Lou is incapable of doing. All he can do is talk about animals or vegetables or irrelevant demons. All it is with him is talk, talk, talk… with absolutely no substance. The argument could be made for quality versus quantity. I have a better way of doing business: both. Yes, both quality AND quantity. That’s what Apokalypse is all about. You’ve seen it as I steamrolled Jack Jones… Jamo… Reaper… Robert Saints…”
“Spoiler alert: TWILIGHT!”
“Yeah, I plan on beating Twilight so bad tonight at Inferno that he’ll wish I hadn’t beaten him so bad. I’m sitting here in Parts Unknown… already dressed and ready for action. I wonder how this event will be different than any other. It’ll be refreshing to see Glenn Owen in action. I’ve seen some tapes and he was the real deal… unlike Louis Cypher. Oops. I did it again. I hopped on my train of thought and brought it all the way back to the next appetizer on my buffet of carnage.”
“Yes, appetizer. That’s all you are, Cypher. You’re not even close to the main course. You’re just a morsel for me as I devour Strike Fantasy Towers. Thinking any more of you than that would be disrespectful to my mission… my creed… my morals… my quest… my everything. You are nothing… and you have nothing. You are the bottom of the barrel for me and it’s blatant disrespect to the Intercontinental Championship that you would even be considered as a worthy challenger for it. I would have prefered to defend against Jack Jones. That kid’s got more grit than you could possibly imagine… and he’s only 22 years old! He’s got the world at his fingers and ready to take it on headstrong. You could learn a lot from a kid like Jack.”
“But you are incapable of learning, Lou. Sure… you can plop down on your davenport and Google the 1300s demon Asdfghjkl until you go into a food coma from all of the shrimp cocktail you’ve inhaled… but that’s not going to do a damn bit of good to prove your worth to anyone… anywhere. I guess you don’t have to worry about the anywhere part… since nobody outside of SFT has ever heard of you… or will ever hear of you. You’re a guppy in this pond… and I’m a Kraken. On Tuesday… at Titans… in Los Angeles… I will be released… and not even the demon Asdfghjkl will be able to save you!”
He finishes lacing his boots for his match against Twilight tonight on Titans, then pulls the Intercontinental Championship up onto his shoulder.
“This is not on the line tonight… but if it was… Twilight stands a better chance of taking it than you do, Cypher. He may be a weird time traveler or whatever… but he’s at least interesting. You’re as vanilla as vanilla comes. Nothing about you makes me think you’re even remotely a credible threat to my throne. And yet… I still go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on… and on about you. All day. Every day. It’s like I’m obsessed with verbally tearing you apart. Is that what it is? Maybe so. Or maybe I just really want to prove why I deserve to officially WIN this Intercontinental Championship on Titans.”
“I hate hate HATE how I was handed this title less than two weeks ago. I would have preferred you winning it from Impact… and then me taking it from you this coming Tuesday. Instead… my reign kind of started two weeks ahead of time… and now I have to defend it before I even win it. It’s all wonky… but it is the reality of the situation. I will not allow you to take this from me… before I’ve even won it. If you want to come back in a few weeks and try again… and try harder… then… cool, I’ll see ya then, Louie. But for now… just know that you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in Hell at beating me.”
“And you know a LOT about hell, Lucifer… being that you are the ruler of it or whatever. No, I’m not going to let that go. You claim to be a man from New Orleans… but you’re really Lucifer Morningstar, the Fallen Angel. You’re transparent, Luci. We all see through your façade. We all see who you really are. You’re the epitome of evil… and you’re also really fucking lazy. Get off your couch and come fight me!”
“COWARD!”
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”Apokalypse can mean the unveiling of the deeper self of humanity.
-Barbara Marx Hubbard
-Barbara Marx Hubbard
