Promo: "Resonsibility; What's That?"

[A Happy Medium 0]

“I lost the match.”

 

Griffon sits at a bar somewhere across the International Dateline, as “Godzilla” by the Blue Oyster Cult plays for the patrons. While nursing an overpriced glass of crown, Griffon slowly reaches over with a sore arm and snatches some dangerous mixed nuts from their walnut bowls. He quickly throws the nuts into his mouth and chews. An audible and painful sounding click comes from Arch as he slowly grinds up cashews. Archie again slowly reaches over to an ashtray and retrieves his half smoked cigarette. He takes a sharp inhale, and then lets out a large plume of smoke, then sets the cigarette back in the tray. He then starts to talk to himself like a raving lunatic.

 

“A much smaller man crashed me through a table, and I couldn’t right myself.”

 

A pair of baseball mitt sized hands stroke a tender forehead.

 

“The best I could do was crawl like a syphilis infested whore towards that damned ladder.”

 

“He shouldn’t have gotten to me like that. I should have been to have gotten to my feet, and pushed that ladder over. He should’ve broken his god damned neck on the native announcer’s table.”

 

“Then everything would have been OK. We would have had a shot.”

 

Griffon takes another drag from his nearby cigarette.

 

“Manson and I destroyed Martial Law earlier, but then they’re able to waltz in to our damned title shot, and take what he and I earned. And now what? Indonesia. Indo-fucking-nesia?!”

 

“I just had to take that flight to Hawaii, I guess.”

 

Sweat starts to roll down his forehead. It’s a humid night. Not a good night to sleep and rest a hurting body.

 

“Indonesia? I was a geography master back as a kid, but I have no clue WHERE that is. I mean, I could ask to go to Indonesia, wind up in Sweden, and I wouldn’t know the difference. And there … there is the place I go for redemption. There is the place I pummel that pompous piece of shit and get some gold!”

 

Griffon finishes off his cigarette. He slams it down into the ashtray. The glass ‘tray rolls around a bit, surely making noise around the bar had the Blue Oyster Cult not been turned on at such a high volume.

 

“I am going to tear his arms off and dual wield them. I will beat him to death with his own arms before the blood finishes rushing out of his own body. This is what he gets for beating my team in a six man. Another time where I could have made the save and didn’t.”

 

“But this time, there is nothing to save. I have no responsibility for any soul in that arena. I can kill Jay Hawke in the middle of that ring. I can ground his face into a fine paste, and I don’t know whether or not Indonesia extradites to the United States.”

 

Griffon quickly finishes off his drink, and slams it down into the counter.

 

“I have nothing to lose,” Archibald says with a chuckle.

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

ANGERFULNESS!

 

Great promoski.

[JHawk 0]

Oh fuck...

 

Time to up the ante on this one.

[Toxxic 0]

An excellent promo. ROID RAGE~!