Post by Kelson Hewitt on Apr 16, 2022 21:44:36 GMT -5
Thanks to the communicator devices planted by B.A.L.D. during the first day of the crash, OCW staff were sent this message via UBS stick. A laptop must've survived, airing this exclusive message from a beaten down, bruised Kelson Hewitt.
"I don't have a lot of time to talk, I'm still hunting the son of a bitch responsible for kidnapping me. In the mean time, I've been told by one of the local natives, not sure if this was the one The Incredible One's got the hots for, about a battle royal. It pisses me off that for weeks I've been distracted by something, someone, and haven't been in the right mindset to focus on my OCW career. I've felt like shit, I've looked like shit, and what began as a hopeful winning streak two weeks ago was diminished when Strader once again pulled the rug out from under me. And y'know what? Good for her. Let her keep that win, fill up the multiple egos running around in that head of hers. She fits the theme of this God forsaken island. Nothing's gone right since we flew over this hell hole. My feet hurt, I'm starving, I lost another match, and I wouldn't wish this shitty island as a death bed for my worst enemy. Fuck this island, and fuck OCW!"
He takes a pause.
"Scratch the OCW part, I still need the paycheck. As for this battle royal, it kills me knowing I can't give it my all against the likes of Alice Knight or my oppenent for Technical Difficulties, BRIM. But at TD, I'll be 100% ready. By then, I'll put an end to this mystery attack, and once you and I go toe-to-toe, I'm gonna put an end to your reign as Savage Champion, and make the Man Of Steel THE MAN OF GOLD!"
With that, the audio fizzled out.
"I don't have a lot of time to talk, I'm still hunting the son of a bitch responsible for kidnapping me. In the mean time, I've been told by one of the local natives, not sure if this was the one The Incredible One's got the hots for, about a battle royal. It pisses me off that for weeks I've been distracted by something, someone, and haven't been in the right mindset to focus on my OCW career. I've felt like shit, I've looked like shit, and what began as a hopeful winning streak two weeks ago was diminished when Strader once again pulled the rug out from under me. And y'know what? Good for her. Let her keep that win, fill up the multiple egos running around in that head of hers. She fits the theme of this God forsaken island. Nothing's gone right since we flew over this hell hole. My feet hurt, I'm starving, I lost another match, and I wouldn't wish this shitty island as a death bed for my worst enemy. Fuck this island, and fuck OCW!"
He takes a pause.
"Scratch the OCW part, I still need the paycheck. As for this battle royal, it kills me knowing I can't give it my all against the likes of Alice Knight or my oppenent for Technical Difficulties, BRIM. But at TD, I'll be 100% ready. By then, I'll put an end to this mystery attack, and once you and I go toe-to-toe, I'm gonna put an end to your reign as Savage Champion, and make the Man Of Steel THE MAN OF GOLD!"
With that, the audio fizzled out.
(OOC: Sorry about this RP. It sucks ass. BRIM'll be getting my full attention.)
