OOC: Everybody needs to simmer the hell down, nah!

Cyren walks up behind C.M. Punk and JP Corino... watching as they engage in a war of words with certain members of the XWF community.

CYREN: Neonero, haven't you and I beaten the living hell out of each other enough times to a draw, that we can probably lay our cocks down and not swing them around frivolously? If you're so determined to establish yourself as a 'superior entity' to Corino and Punk, where the hell have you been? Why have you been a phantom for so long? I layed down and took my beatings if I wasn't in the right mindset - I didn't just run away and flee. I imagine that Madison would eviscerate you at Gauntlet City. Really... you're one of the 'good guys?' (cough, oh that's right, you're actually a 'villain' who presents yourself in the most adorable of ways....)

Lighting a cigarette, the Legend walks over to Unknown Soldier...

CYREN: You and I, we've never had issues... however, I feel it's needed of for me to intervene for the sake of my clients. You're a 'rock star' here, man. Why do you feel the need to interject yourself into this conversation? It's oddball and out of left field - so let's drop ti while it's hot, capish? I'll even buy ya some goat meth and we'll smash on Blair together, mon freire?

At that, Cyren just looks at Madison.

He looks at John Black, his other client, picking cotton from a vending machine behind John.

CYREN: Okay, here's twenty bucks... keep him occupied...

(ADDENDUM)

CYREN: Also, Neonero, oddly enough you labeled these as 'Dear John' letters... why? That intimates that you've been having sex with my clients and now wish to sever that romantic relationship in favor of another...

A "Dear John letter" is a letter written to a husband or boyfriend by his spouse or significant other to inform him their relationship is over, usually because the author has found another lover.

Taking a moment to look at the people in the crowd surrounding his clients, he sees Neonero's eyes peak every once in a while over at Madison.

CYREN: Ah, I get it now...