Since the lost at War Games. Sokolov has not been himself. The lost kept eating and eating at him. He couldn't stand it. The way the match ended was not the best of endings. His captain's old friends ran down to the ring, and fucked him over, which in turn. To Sokolov fucked him over as well.


Sokolov was walking the halls of madness. His match was coming up soon and he was trying to get focus but his anger just wouldn't let him. He needed to take his anger out on something...or someone. He wrapped up his hands and put on his gloves. The whole time as he got ready. The anger never left and wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. It needed to come out and it was. Ultimate Mystery, his opponent didn't know what was in store for him. He was going to unleash his anger on him and beat him down to a bloody mess.


Sokolo finished getting ready. He went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He held his stare. Thought rushing through his mind and soon the anger came to the surface and he punched the mirror shattering it to pieces. He was ready, he hoped Ultimate Mystery was.

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