{{And now the time comes for Jared to be thrown in the Lion's Den as a subject of entertainment for the screaming crowd. Nothing he hasn't experienced before. He must face a determined and desperate Sean Anderson. A person who seems to want to blow Desogan out of the way of Coastal Wrestling. Not only that, but has the pathetic excuse for a being Refused at his disposal as well. Both of these men, he has faced before...faced and beaten. But on top of this dangerous Lion's Den Weapons Match, The Depressed One has a chance at the next Pay Per View to be the CWF World Champion.}} This time, the scene in description is a little different than the normal sunken misery of a room we usually see Jared in. Then again, that might have something to do with the fact that this arena doesn't have that "handicap". This room actually looks a tad sane. Unbroken pipes, clean floor, shined metal, and a few janitorial items sitting in various places. The only defect it seems is the huge brown-clad lump sitting in the middle of the floor. This, this mess of a human, is Jared Desogan. A different cameraman this time seeks to question the already questionable mind of Jared. An approach has JD stirring already. He holds his hand up, all fingers exposed, the thumb hangning loosely at the side. .:*Jared Desogan*:. {Stop right there. You're not the regular that comes here. So what happened?}   .:*Cameradude replacement*:. {Terrance couldn't make it...sick I think he said. Why? Was there something special between you two?}   .:*Jared Desogan*:. {Just the way that he could make me laugh, where no one else could. Those times I saw his face as I looked at him, and he at me...the cameras should have caught that instead of me. But no matter...I know why you're here. You want to know what I'm going to do about the match tomorrow and at the Pay Per View. That's the only reason anyone could ever visit me these days. You know? The only other person that talked to me in my CWF Confinement was the president, and that was to tell me that I deserved a World Title Shot. Granted, that was a little momentous occasion in my otherwise pitiful life. All things in good time however. Tomorrow, I see Sean Anderson and Refused again. In the same manner as well. To fight...cripple...maim...injure. Except this time in a different environment. Instead of a normal open ring, we're in an octagonal type area, tapered towards the bottom, and surrounded by a cage made of steel. On top of that, Lethal Weapons will be surrounding us. Weapons that can be picked up and used by anyone at anytime. And I've had my share of being in weapon fights. Knife-fights, club fights, quick-draws even. I lost at them all, however, except for the quick-draw. We both missed and our seconds took the bullets in the arm. But that's not how it's going to be tomorrow, believe me you. Tomorrow, I'm going against two others, in two separate fights. I will triumph in each. Unlike my previous days. Confused? A simple mind like yours would be. Yes, I plan to take on both of them at once in the cage. But mentally, I'll be fighting two separate fights. On one hand, you have Refused, talentless no-one extraordinaire. A person with more than simple mind, a mind that can easily be cracked, offended, hurt, and bent. Mind games first, then physical offense against Refused. His name in itself is something to make fun of. The way I figure, I've been made fun of all my life, beaten, ridiculed, scorned. It's time to turn the tables. Last week, Refused was refused the Extreme Title. The way he's going to be refused victory tomorrow night. You saw me face him last week, and I defeated him, hands down. Last week will repeat itself as Refused falls in defeat again. And then come the aristocrat of the federation Sean Anderson.}   *Jared Desogan*: {By Aristocrat, I don't mean rich at all. I mean the stuck up, arrogant, prick. Someone who doesn't need to walk this earth. Yet, he makes me chuckle. Good or bad, you'll find out tomorrow. Sean Anderson was defeated by me in my first match, even though he had help. That is truly pathetic. You had help from your drunk friend, and you still managed to be defeated by me. How does one accomplish that? Yet I give you credit for actually using the brain that God gave you, but not to the fullest extent. You'll never be able to use it to the fullest extent, seeing as how stupid you seem to stumble around in your meaningless wanderings. Hanging around with drunks is how you prepare for your match? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. Tomorrow, I am going to be reigning Extreme Champion. But something else makes me laugh that Sean said. He says I have an ego...what a joke. What an absolute joke. You're talking to the one who was thrown into a literal Lion's Den and humiliated. I was forced to fight in front of a circle of kids, with no way out. I was put into matches unwillingly. I have an Ego? Sadly mistaken are you. On top of that, he says he's going to eliminate my Depression. Sean, that can never happen. As long as I have memories of my childhood, I will be Depressed...besides, you don't have the capacity to do all of those nasty things that you said you "would" do. And what in the hell is Lionso Deno? Inventing a language doesn't help you win a match. It'd be better if you stuck to the old sucky straightforward approach of, "Look, I'll kick your ass". Tomorrow, both Refused and Sean Anderson shall be silenced.}   {Then the World Title. Hardly worth my time, but the shiny gold seems to keep me occupied. The other day, I found something on my body I never thought I had, and it was because I was looking at my reflection in the belt. If I found that in the Extreme Title, what can I find in the World Title? One way to find out, and that's going through Neon and Deadbolt. Maybe I can find a hair follicle hanging out of my stomach or something...}   {{At this randomly sickening comment, the cameraman begins to back off. He slowly lowers the camera, and begins to turn it off. Stepping quietly out of the room, he begins to open the door, and Jared lets out a bloodcurdling scream of, "WOW! I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD THAT! Anderson and Refused'll be able to see new wounds too...funny"...this sets the cameraman off, and he deadsprints out of there, immensely scared of the mentally instable Jared Desogan.}}