Post by CallMeRobert on Aug 25, 2021 22:43:41 GMT -5
We open with Arik Holt sitting in a comfy looking chair, dressed in a pair of white long sleeved pajamas. The only light in the room is the fire licking hungrily at him and the pages of the book on his lap. With a warm smile, he opens the book and begins to read the story inside.
Rapture was a special sort,
never knew when to call it quits.
Never knew when he was overmatched,
always causing him fits.
He stepped into the ring feet first,
victory on his mind.
But when the bell would make it's final call,
he would be on his behind.
Whether during the Cookie Battle Royal,
or against The White Rose.
Even when it was Miller Time,
we knew how this story goes.
Even though he finally won,
against the loser Keno.
When Rapture rose against Jason Long,
no one knew the victor was really me though.
And now when destiny smiles on me,
and offers me a pre-Night of Honor treat.
Savannah must wait one more night,
while I hand Rapture yet another defeat.
Arik looks up from the book and closes it softly, winking at the camera as we fade out.
Rapture was a special sort,
never knew when to call it quits.
Never knew when he was overmatched,
always causing him fits.
He stepped into the ring feet first,
victory on his mind.
But when the bell would make it's final call,
he would be on his behind.
Whether during the Cookie Battle Royal,
or against The White Rose.
Even when it was Miller Time,
we knew how this story goes.
Even though he finally won,
against the loser Keno.
When Rapture rose against Jason Long,
no one knew the victor was really me though.
And now when destiny smiles on me,
and offers me a pre-Night of Honor treat.
Savannah must wait one more night,
while I hand Rapture yet another defeat.
Arik looks up from the book and closes it softly, winking at the camera as we fade out.