>>18831132While I admired my Renoirs (replicas) and sipped my priced wines after All Out / 'loosa all I could picture was the battle, not the inside the ring but the battle outside the ring, the battle between the Based Tonedog and the Brute Triple HGH:
A tense silence hangs in the air as the brute cuck, heavy and aggressive, charges forward, creating a heatless show out of thin air just to counter-program AEW, his broad sword swinging with raw power. His strikes come fast and furious, aiming to overpower his opponent the Based Tonedog with sheer strength. Each blow lands with a thunderous clash, sending vibrations through the ground, all the dirt sheets and the bot farms consider the battle over and think for sure the bout is over and AEW is dead.
The nimble master, light on his feet and with the poise of a dancer, watches with calm precision. As the brute swings again, the master steps to the side, moves the PPV to an earlier start, narrowly avoiding the blow. In one fluid motion, he brings his rapier up, deflecting the brute's sword with a precise parry that sends the attack wide.
The brute growls in frustration, swinging again, bring back the sexual deviant Lesnar and tries to move the show earlier as well, but this time the master anticipates the move. With a swift sidestep, he evades the blow entirely, Cage and Cope, Mascara Dorada, Jurassic Express, his body barely moving but his feet dancing with grace, a magnificent Main Event a violent clash. The brute stumbles, his large frame slow reactions and cockiness unable to adjust in time.
Seeing an opening, the master’s rapier flicks forward like a striking serpent, slashing across the brute's exposed side. The brute grunts, the wound shallow but enough to stagger him. Before he can recover, the master is already in motion again, darting in, a quick thrust to the heart, and the brute collapses, defeated by speed, skill, and finesse.
'loosa in the mud All Out praised TYBTD.
