Soulsick : VERSUS ARENA : Cyclonic Riffs. (Neverborn)

He struts in like he owns the place. The fiercest motherfucker they've ever faced. A back to back champ. A mighty machine. Fine tuned and ferocious. Prepared for Round Three... The competition is slack. The same song and dance. Soulsick enters and they all shit their pants. With mouths open wide and fear in their eyes. They know it's all over except for the cries. They watch him walk by. Scared straight into awe. Let this begin. Who will draw the short straw? No fear. No flaws. Perfection well crafted. The crowd chants his name. Soulsick! Soulsick!! He remains undistracted. The Beast has arrived. Battle scarred and war torn. Neverborn..... The calm before The Storm. No one stands a chance but they gave it their best. NEXT!! Moving on. He didn't even break a sweat. 1 - 2 - 3. It's over. It's done. No place to hide. There's nowhere to run. At least they tried. A big E for effort. A tornado of truth. A hurricane of hurt. An earthquake. He shakes them to the core. Hang your head in shame. I'll show you the door. Beg for more. His presence is grace. The bodies hit the floor. Removed and replaced. With swagger and charm, Soulsick wins the crowd. As the weak competition... Soulsick! Soulsick!! Fails and falls down. The Beast has arrived. Battle scarred and war torn. Neverborn..... The calm before The Storm. No one stands a chance but they gave it their best. NEXT!! Moving on... He didn't even break a sweat. 1 - 2 - 3. It's over. It's done. No place to hide. There's nowhere to run. Some Cyclonic Riffs announce his victory. The gifts shower the stage. Celebrate..... Three-Peat!!!! ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ©️ 2026 Don Nyx & Soulsick All rights reserved. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆