Puro Power Calls Out MONROE ™.

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At a house show Monday night, "Puro Power!" Kaijin Shinryu went down to the ring with a purpose. The fans thought that he would have something to say about World Champion Sean Rhodes, but the fans were pleasantly surprised.

"MONROE ™," Shinryu said, staring towards the entrance ramp, "I've been putting this off far too long. I wish to face you in a match, and not just any match, but the stiffest, most painful match you'll ever endure. I know you have experience in Japan and I'd like to see how...experienced you are in the art of Puroresu. I'd like to have this match at Trauma 120. I'll be waiting for your response."

He dropped the microphone and left the ring, leaving the fans speechless.

[𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕰𝖓𝖉]

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As Puro made his way up the ramp, the lights in the arena began to flicker before dimming down, and soon the PCW arena was lost in darkness. The symphonic percussion kicked in, and soon enough the chants; Puro would not have to wait long for his answer...

Estuans interius...
ira vehementi...
Estuans interius...
ira vehementi...
Sephiroth!

A[/color]s the guitar riffs kicked in, so did the deep crimson fog begin to roll. As the lightning pyros came down on the sides of the stage, MONROE emerged from the curtains to a mixed reaction from the PCW Faiithful; he paid them no mind. He was in full dress, and looked as though he was a many ready to go at that very moment. The full length of the black fur coat pooled up around his boots, and it's full girth framed his body as it seeming sheltered him from the world around him. Beneath his hood, hidden behind a skeletal headress and a pair of sunglasses, a soft smirk pulled at the corners of MONROE's mouth.

He stood in a stoic manner, and yet he could feel his muscles urging him on to engage with the man. With a quick heave, he tossed the PCW North American Championship to the ground and crouched down over it - his gaze solely fixed upon that of Puro power as his right hand came up to his neck. With an extended thumb, he dragged it slowly across his throat as the fans in the PCW Arena exploded over the potential matchup between the two men. MONROE slowly pulls out a microphone from within his coat and speaks...

▪▪ MONROE ► “Talk of the devil and his horns appear. I accept, I hope you know what you have brought down upon yourself...”

H[/color]e wasted no time in picking up his title belt and tossing the microphone to the side. He gazed at Puro one last time before taking his leave of the stage. Leaving not only the crowd, but Shinyru wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into. [/font][/color][/ul][/blockquote]