Post by Kancer on Nov 11, 2021 11:42:35 GMT -5
A dark room filled with grey smoke and fog floating around everywhere. We see chains, weapons, armor, medieval stuff hanging down. Thats when we see Kancer walking through the stuff hanging from the ceiling walking towards the camera.
Kancer: Dear John Black, this Monday at Monday Night Clash live on CBS, I'm going to pin you in the middle of that ring and take what you hold so dear. The Television Championship. It won't be pretty. It won't be. But one thing is for certain, you won't be TV Champion anymore. You see I'm going to infect you through your face, Black. I'm going to infect you with my right and left fist. I'm going to bash you in the turnbuckles with my Kancer Splashes and make you feel pain you've never felt before.
I'm going to make you want to lay in a hospital bed, with the dim light and the Price is Right faintly in the background while numerous machines beep all around you. Your loved ones holding hands in your room praying at your side, kneeling down just before a doctor comes in to unplug you from the wall. I'm going to make you want that more than the beating I'm going to give you inside that ring on Monday Night Clash when I take your Championship.
Der Metzger and I are on a journey. It's full of twists and turns, but make note of this Black; the journey is wrapping around your lungs and squeezing tight. Suffocating you. Then right before your last breath, it'll slowly let go but the damage has been done. You've been infected. You won't know it for months, years even. You'll drop dead one day and I'll know that the cancer got to you.
Kancer dodges one of the hanging swords but he reaches up and pulls it down. He stabs it into the cement floor.
Kancer: It's showtime. It's time to infect the sick. And John Black.. you're sick.
The scene fades out as Kancer stares into the camera frame and we see Der Metzger just behind him being creepy.
Kancer: Dear John Black, this Monday at Monday Night Clash live on CBS, I'm going to pin you in the middle of that ring and take what you hold so dear. The Television Championship. It won't be pretty. It won't be. But one thing is for certain, you won't be TV Champion anymore. You see I'm going to infect you through your face, Black. I'm going to infect you with my right and left fist. I'm going to bash you in the turnbuckles with my Kancer Splashes and make you feel pain you've never felt before.
I'm going to make you want to lay in a hospital bed, with the dim light and the Price is Right faintly in the background while numerous machines beep all around you. Your loved ones holding hands in your room praying at your side, kneeling down just before a doctor comes in to unplug you from the wall. I'm going to make you want that more than the beating I'm going to give you inside that ring on Monday Night Clash when I take your Championship.
Der Metzger and I are on a journey. It's full of twists and turns, but make note of this Black; the journey is wrapping around your lungs and squeezing tight. Suffocating you. Then right before your last breath, it'll slowly let go but the damage has been done. You've been infected. You won't know it for months, years even. You'll drop dead one day and I'll know that the cancer got to you.
Kancer dodges one of the hanging swords but he reaches up and pulls it down. He stabs it into the cement floor.
Kancer: It's showtime. It's time to infect the sick. And John Black.. you're sick.
The scene fades out as Kancer stares into the camera frame and we see Der Metzger just behind him being creepy.