Whoever responsible was clearly taking a page out of Charlie "I've already got your money, dude" Sheen's playbook, except at least the unhinged actor didn't beg his disgruntled audience to see his next one-man show that he promised would totally be worth it, honest!
Wrestlecrap, "Sheamus Vs. Daniel Bryan - How long should this world title last? LOL, I'll pretend you said 18 seconds":
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Was the lizard angry? Of course, it was. It was furious, its instincts screaming at it to retaliate.
But what could it do? It couldn't take on the boy. It knew that. It could only fight, knowing full well it was doomed to die trying.
But the boy? He took the lizard's attack like it was nothing. He shrugged it off with ease, then, in one fluid motion, destroyed the creatures he had summoned like nothing—just another insignificant obstacle in his path.
But it wouldn't give up—not by a long shot.
The lizard did the only thing it could think of: it attacked. It knew—without a shred of doubt—that it was going to die. No, the lizard was certain of its death. But was death truly something the residents of Arlams Atoll needed to fear?
With a guttural roar, the lizard opened its mouth wide. This time, however, it didn't launch an attack like before. Instead, it vanished into thin air, disappearing from sight. By the time the boy could react, the lizard had already materialized behind him, moving faster than it ever had before.
With its razor-sharp teeth bared, it lunged at him, its massive jaws clamping down with every ounce of strength it possessed. Crushing him with everything it had, the lizard hoped—just maybe—that this attack would work. Maybe this time, the boy would die.
But instead of the sweet, metallic taste of blood or the satisfaction of victory, the lizard felt something else. Something sharp.
A sudden, searing pain tore through its mouth. Its senses scrambled, struggling to process the agony, but darkness began to creep into its vision before it could understand what had happened.
It felt itself falling—not as a whole, but in two directions.
The boy hadn't just survived the attack; he had countered in the most devastating way possible.
The lizard's colossal body was split cleanly apart, severed with surgical precision. Its glowing eyes dimmed as death claimed it, sudden and overwhelming, leaving the creature no time to comprehend its own demise.
The boy stood amidst the carnage, calm and unbothered, his faintly glowing body surrounded by the faint hum of residual energy. He had unleashed the same devastating laser attack that had torn apart the larger lizards earlier, and once again, it had worked flawlessly. The so-called apex predator lay in two lifeless halves, sprawled across the icy wasteland.
He glanced at the remains with a faint smirk.
"Well, that was fast and Pathetic, really. But…"
He shrugged, the smirk growing into something sharper.
"Meh. Who cares?"
As reality shattered around him, cracks spread like veins through the air, and fragments of the distorted world cascaded like shards of broken glass. They glimmered as they tumbled toward the ground, each piece refracting light in mesmerizing patterns. But just as they were about to pierce the earth, the scene shifted.
The boy blinked, and in an instant, he was back in the snow-covered forest. The air was unnervingly still, heavy with an unnatural quiet, and the towering trees loomed over him like silent sentinels. He turned to see the massive lizard—the one that had fought so ferociously mere moments ago—being dragged into the shadows by the same strange, writhing tendrils. Its colossal body twisted and contorted as it was swallowed whole, vanishing into the darkness as though it had never been there at all.
"Well, that's this forest for you," he muttered, his tone casual, almost dismissive, as if scenes of cosmic horror were just another part of his day. He smirked, shaking his head. "Pouncing on the weak... just like people pounce on their couches for Saturday night flicks."
Amused by his own thought, he turned away, sparing the eerie spectacle no more than a fleeting glance.
The forest stretched endlessly before him, a vast expanse of wintery beauty.
His boots crunched softly against the pristine snow as he strolled through the serene yet haunting landscape. The world around him was painted in muted shades of white and gray, a monochrome masterpiece brought to life. The cold wind whispered through the skeletal branches above, carrying secrets he had no interest in hearing. Frost clung to his hair and shoulders, glinting faintly in the dim, filtered light. Yet, he walked as if untouched by the icy grip of winter.
The cold didn't bite him; it felt more like an old friend walking beside him. Beneath his skin, power thrummed like a heartbeat, a subtle but constant warmth that shielded him from the harshness of the elements. It wasn't just warmth—it was a reminder. A quiet hum of energy coursing through his veins, grounding him, invigorating him, ensuring he remained alive and untouchable.
He moved with unhurried purpose, each step deliberate but relaxed. The vast and unyielding forest was cloaked in an almost supernatural silence, broken only by the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the pale sky, catching what little light managed to pierce through the thick canopy of clouds. Each breath he exhaled was sharp and crisp, the kind of purity that made his lungs feel renewed with every inhale.
The boy didn't rush. Why would he? Time was something that he had more than anyone else ever could imagine, and this forest—this entire world—was merely a fun little trip in his journey.
As he walked further, something shifted. At first, it was so subtle that it barely registered—a faint change in the light, softening from its cold, pale glare to a warmer, more inviting hue. The snow beneath his boots began to thin, the crisp crunch fading into the muted rustle of dry leaves. He slowed his pace, his sharp eyes flicking upward.
The winter forest was dissolving, transforming before his very eyes. The barren, skeletal trees of frost and ice gave way to a lush canopy, their branches brimming with vibrant green leaves. Snow melted away like an ebbing tide, revealing a soft carpet of moss and damp, golden-brown foliage that glistened with dew.
The air grew warmer, shedding the sharp bite of winter's chill, and with it came life—a faint, almost imperceptible hum. Birds chirped in the distance, their melodies weaving through the rustle of unseen creatures moving within the undergrowth.
The boy's lips curled into a faint, curious smile. He didn't feel threatened or wary; this change intrigued him. There was no sense of urgency or danger here, only a quiet shift in the world around him.
His steps quickened slightly as he crossed the invisible threshold between winter and spring. The snow-covered landscape behind him seemed to retreat into memory, replaced by the rich vibrancy of the new terrain. The ground beneath his feet felt different—softer, more forgiving, almost alive.
Sunlight pierced the thick canopy above, its golden beams filtering down to dapple his path with patches of warm light. The air carried the faint scent of earth and greenery, a stark contrast to the sterile frost he had just left behind.
But then, something stopped him. A peculiar sense of déjà vu tugged insistently at the edges of his mind, growing stronger with every step he took. Slowing his pace, his sharp eyes scanned the forest with practiced precision. The trees, the moss, the faint rustle of the wind—it all felt eerily, almost hauntingly, familiar.
His gaze dropped to the ground, and he froze mid-step.
This spot.
He had stood here before.
The realization hit him like a gale-force wind, almost staggering in its clarity. Slowly, he knelt, his fingers brushing over the mossy ground. It wasn't just similar—it was the same. The exact same. The patch of stubborn wildflowers pushing through the frost, defiant against the cold. The crooked tree leaning slightly to the left, its bark marred by jagged scars he couldn't forget.
This was it—the exact spot where he had woken up when he first stumbled into this strange, surreal world.
His usual cocky grin, ever-present and brimming with self-assured bravado, faded into a thoughtful frown. Rising to his feet, he turned in a slow circle, his sharp gaze taking in the endless stretch of trees around him. At first glance, it was just a forest: towering trunks, soft blankets of dew-laden moss, and an air heavy with silence.
But the longer he stood there, the more he could feel it—something was off.
Had he been walking in a loop this entire time? Or had the forest itself shifted, bending and warping reality to drag him back here?
The thought sent a ripple of irritation through him.
This forest... it's playing games.
He exhaled sharply, his breath cutting through the stillness. "Seems like I have to get serious," he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance but also steely resolve.
He straightened his posture, his tone dipping into a quiet, biting sarcasm. "Can't even enjoy a normal walk," he added, more to himself than anyone—or anything—that might be watching.
The boy's brown eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering within their depths, though a spark of intrigue still lingered. He glanced down at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists, feeling the quiet hum of power beneath his skin.
"Well," he said aloud, his voice slicing through the unnerving stillness.
"Looks like you brought me back. Care to explain why?"
The forest remained eerily silent, but he could feel its presence all around him—a subtle, almost tangible awareness, as though the trees themselves were alive, watching him with unseen eyes, their whispers carried faintly on the wind.
With a resigned shrug, he bent his knees and sprang in the same direction he had traveled the first time he'd woken up here. The ground blurred beneath his feet, and the air rushed past his ears—a familiar feeling, though no less surreal.
When he landed, the scene before him was unmistakably familiar.
The same monkeys were there.
Weird-looking creatures, their grotesque claws for hands and color-shifting eyes unsettling to behold. Their eerie "whooss-whooss" calls echoed through the trees—a disorienting blend of monkey chatter and snake-like hissing.
And there, looming behind the group, stood the alpha.
Its massive form cast a long shadow over the smaller creatures, and its glowing eyes fixed on the boy with a mixture of caution and menace—just like before.
The boy smirked, intrigued. "Truly fascinating," he muttered, tilting his head slightly as he studied them….
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