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Post by Eddie D. on Jun 12, 2019 0:04:11 GMT
As Nighthawk walks down the hall of the Toyota Center heading towards Rob Diamond's locker room, the "American Samurai" turns a corner and bumps into exactly the man he was looking for. Clad in a red sleeveless Lacuna Co t-shirt, black leather pants, and black lace-up platform boots, the "American Samurai" extends to his full five-foot-eleven and somehow manages to take up space to the point where the entirety of the hallway of the Toyota Center might feel too small.
Nighthawk: "Look, there's a lot of history between the two of us. More than we both might have realized. But this isn't about that. Not anymore. What matters now, what's vital, is that you HAVE to stop Ethan King. A guy like that will degrade the norms of what being a champion is. And the longer he holds on to that belt, the worse the pollution becomes. And eventually, no one's going to be able to clean it up. So it's down to you, and the next one after you, to stop it."
Rob Diamond, still smirking: "I've got a plan, ok? Don't worry."
Nighthawk: "I know you do, Rob. I just want to add to the one you've got. Ever since Ethan King won the Roulette, I have been studying him, preparing for the doomsday scenario. And since I can't be the one to stop him, I want to make sure the people who can have what they need to do it. Here, take this. <Nighthawk hands Rob Diamond a scouting report.> If you need anything else, I'm just a phone call away."
And with that, Nighthawk walks off, leaving Rob Diamond glancing at the scouting report intrigued.
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