Soulsick : VERSUS ARENA : Devils in Dem Hillz. (A Sad Song)

With three consecutive wins, it seems, no one can stop him. No one dares to even try..... Patience wearing thin. He's looking for more. A battle cry from within. He's ready for War. The Arena is empty. Silent and still. Broken hopes - a - plenty. Dreams unfulfilled. Dark, vacant eyes. Watching. He waits. Nobody arrives. Alone in the cage. Rage fills his veins. The cowards have scattered. Victory is gained. Nothing else matters. Laughter erupts. He recalls his past matches. Soulsick! Soulsick!! They fell flat on their asses. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha... Disappointed. Denied the thrill of the kill. They run and they hide like Devils in Dem Hillz. He puts on his cloak. Returns the belt to his waist. Damn! What a joke. Time expires. It's too late. The fire fades. He leaves without hesitation and makes his way to the next destination. His footsteps echo as he walks out the door. Grievances. Unsettled. He seeks revenge. That's for sure. Many miles lye ahead. The journey begins. Music in his head. A Sad Song. Such a Sin. Laughter erupts. He recalls his past matches. Soulsick! Soulsick!! They fell flat on their asses. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha... Disappointed. Denied the thrill of the kill. They run and they hide like Devils in Dem Hillz. Unmatched. Uncontested. He wins by default. Kicking ass and well rested. He prepares his assault. Arena Five..... Are You Ready?!!!! ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ©️ 2026 Don Nyx & Soulsick All rights reserved. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆