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Cain · **04-09-2014, 10:25 AM**

Miako rubbed my shoulders as I watched the promos by Dusty Wyatt. My fangs gleamed in the dim light. I loved it when things were dank and dark. This...Wyatt guy. His rhetoric was very familiar. I rolled my eyes.

"Same old shit."

"I know, Romulus. This guy must have repeated himself hundreds of times."

I looked down at the cement floor below my feet, enjoying the prematch shoulder rub. As another Dusty Wyatt promo came on the monitor, another sugh escaped my lups. It was annoying.

"This is an extremely annoying human. Running around, saying this same shit over and over. Trying to pull the wool over the eyes of the so-called sheep. It's sickening and repetitive. It's been done before."

"Of course. Just like the nWo."

"You mean "now We're old"? Because they were too fucking old back in ninety six. Whatever happened to..."

"...originality? Creativity?"

"Must have died with The Ultimate Warrior. Or maybe Owen Hart."

Let me start by saying that I have no problem with Mister Wyatt plying his trade here in the land of extreme. No problem whatsoever. But my problem lies in the fact thathe, like everyone else, is saying the same thing that I have heard a thousand times. "I'm going to beat you down." I've heard that before. Let me tell you all this though, I have heard all that before and the thing about it is I am an apex predator. A destroyer. You can beat me down as much as you want but I will always hunt you down and rip you to shreds. This of course is just a narrative. The truth should go without saying.

"Fuck!"

She blinked.

"What?! Did I hurt you?!"

Of course I had to laugh at that. I looked up at my valet with a smirk.

"Amusing. You know I am like a stone, dear Miako. Nothing can ever really hurt me. I just...well...I'm excited."

"Why so excited? You've beaten the best in the business. These guys are just...well...small fries."

Oh, but it's not the size of the fish. It's the fear in their eyes when they see me standing across from them. It sends a rush up my spine everytime I see a man nearly piss his pants at the sight of me. I stood up and shadowboxed a bit, fighting an invisible opponent. My ounches cut the air like a hot blade. Miako grin.

"That's right...you're hungry and you're ready to plaaaaayyyy."

I grinned evilly and answered quite simply.

"Ohhhhhh yeeeeees!"

Rest in peace, William Moody. We left the locker room and headed toward the gorilla position. Go time.

~End Scene~

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