HILDA: The whole city... it's burning!
JOHANNA: *urgently* We need to help evacuate everyone. Now!!!
Without hesitation, the group springs into action, running into the chaos. Citizens stumble through the smoke, coughing and calling for help.
DAVID: This is worse than anything I've ever seen...
FRIDA: *yelling through the noise* Get them to safety first! We can figure out the rest later!
They guide families toward the harbor and the open fields outside the city, doing everything they can to keep everyone calm.
ELI: Go go go!! Near the water!
Amidst the chaos, a figure stumbles through the smoke—Erik Alberg, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His eyes dart wildly in panic as he approaches the group.
ALBERG: *panting* You have to believe me—I didn't do this!
The group immediately stops in their tracks, staring him down with suspicion.
HILDA: *angrily* Alberg! What have you done now?
FRIDA: *furious* You expect us to believe you had nothing to do with this?!!
Alberg raises his hands in defense, trembling with fear.
ALBERG: It wasn't me! I swear! It was... a beast. Something I've never seen before!
The group exchanges confused glances.
HILDA: *skeptical* A beast? What kind of beast could cause this much destruction?
ALBERG: It wasn't just any beast... it was something... unstoppable.
Eli's eyes widen as realization dawns on him. His heart sinks.
ELI: *whispering, almost to himself* Oh crap.......
The others turn to him, confused.
FRIDA: Eli? What are you talking about?
Before Eli can answer, a towering figure emerges from the dust and flames, his silhouette monstrous and imposing. With every step he takes, the ground seems to tremble. The flames dance around him, as if feeding off his very presence.
Brock Lesnar strides forward, his cold, merciless gaze fixed on the group. His muscles gleam with sweat and soot, and a smirk curls on his lips—a smirk that sends a chill down Eli's spine
ELI: No... It can't be. It's Brock Lesnar....
DAVID: *terrified, backing away* That's... Brock Lesnar?
Lesnar stops a few feet away, towering over them like a god of destruction. His piercing green eyes lock onto Eli's, and the smirk fades, replaced by a dangerous intensity.
BROCK: Looks like you found me. Heh...
The air crackles with heat and tension. Brock Lesnar, with his menacing grin, stares down the group. Eli's heart pounds, the memories of WrestleMania 30 swirling in his mind like a storm. But before he can react, Hilda's voice cuts through the chaos.
HILDA: YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!!
Without hesitation, Hilda charges at Brock, leaping forward with everything she has. Her determination burns as hot as the fires around her, but Lesnar is ready. With terrifying speed, Brock sidesteps her attack, grabs her mid-air, and slams her to the ground with a brutal belly-to-belly suplex. Hilda gasps as the air is knocked out of her. She rolls onto her side, clutching her ribs.
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Hilda: New Friend
FanfictionThis was the time that Hilda meets a new friend, a unique one at that. This is a story about a boy named Elias (My OC), who is 15 years old and he is from America. Eli just moved to Trolberg with his grandma Hope (My other OC)and wants to look aroun...
