Syndicate adventures
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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El Toro Fuerte sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror...more specifically he looked at the talisman that was encrusted into his mask...ever since he found this talisman in those ruins...true it had made him a world-famous wrestler and restored people's interest in the noble profession of luchadore wrestling...on the other hand...was this right? He-
"El Toro! El Toro!" El Toro immediately put away these thoughts as his number one fan- Paco -burst into the room...a rare look of concern on his face.
El Toro looked at him concerned, "Paco...what is wrong?" Paco panted from the effort of running. "E-El Toro...The walking apocalypse! He's challenging you!"
For a moment...El Toro paled...who hadn't heard of 'Killbane Pryor, AKA 'the Walking Apocalypse'? A mountain of a man who was the most feared Luchadore who ever lived! A controversial figure who not only took his 'victims' masks...but their heads as well! He literally ripped their heads off with his bare hands!
Just as easily as these fears came...they dissipated as the reassuring surge of magic flowed from the Ox talisman. El Toro Fuerte smirked...if ever their was a justification for using such underhanded means...it was bringing down a monster like that!
He gave Paco a reassuring pat on the head, "Fear not paco! That criminal will never be able to stand to a true luchadore!"
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When these hands are crushing your throat, your dying breath won't be an appeal to God. It'll be "Thank you, Killbane." That was what Killbane had predicted to El Toro before the match...and it had come true.
El Toro Fuerte...was dead.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screamed a sobbing Paco.
Killbaine held the former Luchadore's head in the palm of his hand... "Alas poor Toro...I kicked your ass..." Mocked Killbaine with a laugh.
But despite the bravado he was showing to the booing crowd...he was confused. Not only had he had a thug break Toro's leg before the fight, he'd also bribed the drug tester to inject him with a poison to make his muscles weaker...and yet he This guy- A man only half his size -had been able to overpower him multiple times!
Killbaine would never admit to it...but he'd only won because Toro's make-shift cast had broken, hurting him long enough for Killbaine to gain the upper hand...
No, no matter how much he looked at it, it made no- "Hello, what have we here?" Thought Killbaine to himself as he spoted a strange gleam off the ox symbol on the bloody mask...curious, he touched it-
ZAP!
And just like that...the future became just a little darker...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
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