The thunder roared through the valley and echoed beyond the black mountains as demons howled and fire and lava spewed from the cracked ground beneath the feet of the Warmaster. ‘We march forth my hell spawn!’ Barnett screams as he raises his bloody and worn battleaxe to the twisting and dark nether that was once the blue sky. As Barnett steps forward, skeletal hands grab at his ankles and are torn from the earth at the elbow. Behind him, he leaves a path of broken bones and dreams. He wipes his meaty paw across his face, leaving a trail of gore across his lips and smiles.
Now, the men inside the Octagon will know true fear in the form of satanic catch wrestling. Nothing can stop Josh Barnett from coming home. The dotted line was signed in blood. The damned is coming back to the Octagon!
Metal.
Props to MMAjunkie for the scoop.
