The scene opens on Nico laying back in his bed, shirtless and clearly drowsy.

All respect I have for my opponent is now gone. He seemed to be a worthy foe, but after watching his videos, I realize that, despite the manslaughter, he's another run-of-the-mill self-righteous atheist douche. How disappointing.

Quote:"So, I've been booked in a match against Nico LaVey for Savage Saturday Night. Does it make me sound
like an egotistical jackass if I admit that I'm a bit let down that it's not another title shot?"

Yes it does. Shut up.

Quote:Why did the XWF management put me in those positions? Was it God? Fate? Some other sort of divine
intervention? Is the universe trying to tell me something? Did I accidentally make a deal with a devil and
nobody bothered to fill me in?"

No, that's just the bookers being stupid again. What else is new?

Quote:There's a fine line between confidence and cockiness, sure, but at this point I think it
cannot be argued: ​I belong in the XWF​."

Whoop-dee-fucking-do, you belong in a company full of , racists, brownie demons, and Ferngotti. What an accomplishment.

Quote:Everyone is just making it out like I'm a false pretender, like I'm secretly just a vain egomaniac who does it
all just to please himself. No one understands: this isn't about my vanity, it's about ​my redemption​.

...who the fuck is saying this shit? Why are you making up a fictional "hoozy-thinky-iz?" group of people? "Oh, I'm so controversial because I just got out of jail for manslaughter!" Bitch, I'm the leader of a Satanic Church, Dim has committed multiple hate crimes, Morbid Angel chopped Gilly's dick off, and Rebel Star is literally 2 years old. You aren't special. Shut up.

Quote: You can try your best to make a believer out of me Nico, but I fear your gospel will fall on deaf ears. We're all we have in this world: we've got no one to blame and no one to praise but ourselves. We're the reason the world is as fucked up as it is, and once we all get our collective shits together, we'll be the reason why this planet is saved and humanity as a whole enters a new age.

I've never tried to convert anyone. If someone wants to join my church, so be it. If I've said it once, I'll say it til the day I die: Know Your Enemy. Sun Tzu's Art of War. Read that shit.

Quote:I've got faith, Nico: faith in humanity.

I have faith in humanity too. How does that relate to my beliefs? I can believe in humanity's power and believe in a deity at the same time. What, did that condescending fucktard Richard Dawkins say you couldn't? Same fucking difference.

Quote:We'll get there, Nico, much as you’d like us not to.

Again: Know Your Enemy. I've never said that I want to destroy humanity, and if you think that's really what I believe, then you're mistaking me for some immature dipshit who takes Black Metal 100% seriously. Why is it so hard for people to study up before they make accusations? I never make accusations like that, I just tell people why they're wrong. If I were to make serious accusations, I'd at least make sure they were right.

Quote:We'll make them all see the light. Our light. Not the light of God, or Satan, or any other Word or Being. No, Nico, just the light of humanity.

Until we find out that ultra-advanced Aliens are religious and they try to kill us for not believing in their version of Sky Cake. Also, isn't the light of humanity technically the "word" of humanity? I don't think you understand that teachings of any sort are still technically teachings. We'd still be imperialist fucktards that can't accept that someone doesn't think what we think. Just watch, we'll fuck it all up like we always do.

Quote:I'd like to think that my role to play in this cosmic game is to show people that you're worth the redemption you can achieve. That you can strive for greatness no matter the odds. And that no God is necessary. We don't need God, or Satan, or Yahweh, or Allah, or any other divine intervention in order to become the person we need to be. Our own salvation has been inside of us all along.

Here's a thought: People who believe in different religions can learn to coexist! HOLY SHIT, REALLY? I, AN ATHEIST, CAN BREAK BREAD WITH A CHRISTIAN AND GET SHIT DONE? THIS OPENS SO MANY DOORS!

Another tip: Maybe if you don't refer to yourself as "playing a role in this cosmic game", then maybe people will actually listen to you instead of passing by your soapbox in the middle of the sidewalk. They'd much rather listen to the homeless guy with a trash bag on his head yelling about how Donald Trump's hair will end the world as we know it than listen to a self-righteous asshole who wonders why no one wants a pamphlet.

Quote:My path goes through you, Nico, and because of that, I'm going to do my absolute best to defeat you. I wonder how you'll react when I do. Will you blame Satan? Will you hide behind the belief that He, like God, works in mysterious ways? Will you falsely believe that Satan has struck you down to teach you a lesson? Or will you realize what's been staring you in the face for so long: your father was right, your teachings are a lie, and you've been wasting your life in the service of a God that does not understand you, cannot help you, and more than likely doesn't even exist to begin with.

Why would Satan give a single fuck about a wrestling match? If I lose, you're better. If I win, I'm better. Just because I believe in a deity doesn't mean they'd help me. As I said in a previous promo, "To Pray is to Accept Defeat." ~ MC Ride, "Beware" by Death Grips.

I'd also like to point out that none of this has jack-shit to do with wrestling. Willis is just bashing me for believing what I believe. Sounds a lot like what hardcore religious people do, huh?

Onto the next promo.

Quote:Sometimes I just wonder if a more traditional pro wrestling organization would be a better fit for me. You know the ones I'm talking about: where a bad guy is a bad guy because he only cares about himself, not because he worships Satan and wants to bring about Armageddon.

Nico sighs in a frustrated manner.

Know Your Enemy. Next quote.

Quote:More and more, as we head closer and closer to Savage Saturday Night, I'm realizing how much faith will be a factor in my match with Nico. Nico, your faith in your God has led you to do incredible things. And horrible things. Terrible things. Yet I stand committed in my belief: your faith is a lie. The fact that you've so far remained silent in your rebuttal speaks volumes. Touched a nerve, did I? Or maybe you're too busy being Satan's Little Errand Boy to bother to respond? Or, I know it, how about the classic defense that I'm not worthy of a response given my status as a lowly human worm?

I didn't respond because I'm a businessman with a healthy social life. If I don't respond to your promo quickly, I'm probably doing more worthwhile things, like sponsoring local events or spending time with my wife. Don't assume you offended me because I was too busy having sex or taking a photo with a Breast Cancer survivor. I'll respond when I damn well please. Sorry that me having a life got in the way of you being a mopey loner.

Quote:The things I've seen... your God doesn't scare me. Not just because I believe your God and, in fact, all Gods don't exist. But even if your religion is the one in a million that got it right, that Satan is the big power controlling the cosmos... nothing you've described in your many levels of Hell could match what I went through inside that pit of a prison. So bring your best and do your worst, errand boy.

You honestly think that Prison is worse than Hell? Have you read Dante's Inferno? They'll turn you into Johnny from Johnny Got His Gun and then throw you into a pit of molten spikes. Yeah, potentially being raped is way fucking worse than that.

Quote:I think I've got you scared, Nico. I think I've got you beat. So I want to ask you again, LaVey: what's a God to a non-believer?

Nothing. What is any of this to a wrestler? Same thing. Continue to believe that my belief will play a factor in this. Continue to upturn your nose at my religion. It gives me the perfect opportunity to decapitate you with a Spinning Backfist. Your smug douchebaggery will be your downfall. I'll knock the daylights out of you, knock your teeth out, break your spine and send you home in an ambulance as you realize just how badly you underestimated me. I'll go home, enjoy some time with Ophelia, drink some spirits, and get ready for my next match while you whine about religion in a corner with a bag of ice to your head. If you really want to redeem yourself, stop whining and fucking do something.

Nico turns off the camera, gets dressed, and goes downstairs where Ophelia waits with their bags for Vegas.

Ready for Sin City, darling?

Nico smirks, puts one hand on her lower back, the other on her globe-sized left cheek, and then leans in for a kiss.

Sin City with my favorite sin? Sounds like the perfect weekend.

Ophelia giggles as they gradually get more intense in their kissing, Ophelia eventually forcing him down onto the couch and unbuttoning his shirt. As she leaves her black lipstick on his abs, pectorals, and neck, his phone starts buzzing from the table. They both get up, still feverishly making love, and Nico answers the phone between kisses.

Nico speaking.

He pretends to listen as he kisses Ophelia's neck and she begins unzipping the back of her dress. As she steps back to slip off her dress, Nico quickly becomes frustrated with what he hears. Ophelia slips off the dress, revealing her impossibly curvaceous figure only slightly covered by lingerie, and just as she undoes her bra, she notices his expression. Her look of intense desire becomes one of motherly concern.

What's wrong?

Nico doesn't answer, throws the expensive smart phone to the other side of the room, and grabs his bags while hustling towards the front door.

This will have to wait for the limo.

The camera shows Ophelia's concern before fading to black.

To Be Continued.

Overall Record: 2-8-1.

1x Federweight Champion.

Shitlist: Izzy Ravenwolf, Nate Higgers.

“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.”
― Anatole France