The DOA presents: “So… You wanna be a Pro Wrestler?” [An Arcadia Production]

[Rayelek]

I'm honestly surprised that Gabriel made it through the voting, as I hadn't seen much support for him in posts. I'm especially curious to see where things go from here.

[Eisen-verse]

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[Footage Accessed: 12:32 AM]

 

The recently lit flame burns frantically as it gradually gains strength with every passing second. In reality, such a cultivation of light is needed in which to stay calm amidst the fear-inspiring scenario that is forced darkness; however, in this case, the ten embattled foes within these crumbling cement walls may be better off within the weighted sense of the unseen.

 

For a moment, extreme tension appears to be the only ruler these men know; the only truth that any come to understand. Weeks ago, they were all free-roaming, self-directing, members of society; carrying out their typical routines within the comfortability of real-world scenarios. Today, these very same individuals find themselves entrenched in a reality quite the opposite; one that predicates itself upon an intense mistrust of all.

 

This single flame, the one that now illuminates the cloaked darkness, stands as the only window into each other’s existence; making it rather obvious that no man, no contestant, feels comfortable with the knowledge that there are 9 other individuals hell-bent on their own sense of malice.

 

Slowly, in a methodical fashion as the dim flame continues to open small pockets of sight every which way, each contestant is seen fortifying themselves in their own, chosen, location; in a sense creating their own barracks within the warring entities. At this point, it’s common knowledge that they are all gunning for the same prize, so in truth they would, some day, be forced to destroy one another; however, for now, it appears that these 10 potential warriors believe tonight to be the night of reckoning; as every night would soon follow.

 

With a wide range of emotions burrowing within your psyche, developed by the plethora of unique personas brought forth by every contestant, we now sit and wait… Surveying the obvious ‘war’ forming amongst the contestants as it’s apparent that no one, not even those standing near one another, look as if they would trust their lives in another’s hands. None the less, again, tension takes hold; making for a long night if there ever was one.

 

Rest is what they’ll need; however, as their first physical challenge stands only an episode away...

 

While true, something tells me that no man will find any fruitful slumber at a time like this. There was a ‘war’ to be had, a battle forming this very second within the darkness of their windowless prison cell, and, at this point, a stand-off is all that can be experienced…

 

 

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