Soulsick : VERSUS ARENA : Valley of the Shadow of Funk. (The Storm)

Round Two..... Fight!! He came in like The Storm. A tornado of truth. Competition crying. "We love to lose". With booze on his breath and a bong in his hand, All challengers fall according to plan. Damned if he do. Damned if he don't. Rematches requested 'cause they have been owned. Outgrown. Outdated. A cloud of confusion. They're using excuses and cruisin' for a bruisin'. The Storm has arrived... Soulsick! Soulsick!! Oh no! Today is a good day to pray but no one has shit to say. Lips stitched. Soulsick is here to stay. Come out and play... Like a natural disaster. A hurricane of hurt. With minimal effort, He always comes in first. A true champion. Marching through the ruins. Mediocre competitors, unsure of what they're doing. In The Valley of the Shadow of Funk, The challengers fall one by one. Are they drunk? He walks away. Unscathed and wipes off the dust. Bow to the Best. On your knees, if you must. The Storm has arrived..... Soulsick! Soulsick!! Oh no! Today is a good day to pray but no one has shit to say. Lips stitched. Soulsick is here to stay. Come out and play... Defending the belt was like taking candy from a baby. Victory was easy. Arena Three? Hmmm... Maybe. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ©️ 2026 Don Nyx & Soulsick All rights reserved. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆