NEVER WILL FALL, NEVER WILL END
She shudders. That terrible place.
She owed Cate her life, most likely literally. She wasn’t sure what kind of sick experimental torture chamber her aunt had her shipped off to, but the end result likely would have been her just given in to exhaustion, tossed away like refuse, alone and forgotten. Willingly pushed out of the minds of her family as the black sheep... a giant scarlet M for murderer branded on her. And she was... she was a murderer.
Just not what she had been accused of. Cate had helped with that as well. Lycana had never dared to ask what had happened to the doctor's body, never dared to ask how she had managed to sweet such a detail as that under the rug. All she knew, was that she had been swept away and kept safe. Why she had been chosen, and how Cate had known she was there.... that was a whole story she desperately wanted to know the answer to. The clear reason was, that she was special. That she had something about her that drew the Goddess in to pick her out of her predicament.
Thus, she had grown up the daughter of Hecate. Well. Sort of. She had been in a small little home with an elderly woman who smelled of gardenias and weird oils, but she was sure there was a reason she wasn’t allowed to stay at Cate’s. Or why she had been kept so far away from the large compound where the acolytes were housed.
Sometimes, she had scrambled up the hill overlooking it, scaling her way up a tree to sit on the branches, peering down to see if anything caught her eyes. How desperately she wanted to be one. How much she wanted to please Hecate and earn her powers, to be the chosen on, to make her proud that Lycana was able to master her crafts with such dexterity.
Except it hadn't happened quite that way.
She had finally reached the age she could start her training, and she had thrown herself head on into it. Except, she wasn’t quite as adept at it as she had hoped. Oh, she had mastered some. She holds a palm out as if to reassure herself, a blue glow swirling about her fingertips until she shakes her hand, putting it out. Yes... some things she was able to grasp quickly, but others? They eluded her. And it caused her to become frustrated.
Frustrations led to anger. Which led to rage. Which led to her losing her grip on her temper, it boiling over into one hell of a scene. Broken items, thrown weapons, destruction. A red haze would drop down over her eyes and she would lash out, blindly looking to destroy anything and everything until she was panting with exertion, unable to move more.
THAT had led to embarrassment... she was frequently called out, targeted... the object of Cate’s derision. And yet... she couldn’t seem to control the deep-seated need for violence that had started so young, while getting picked on.
A sound drew her attention and she slows, glancing down an alleyway where a small pack of people huddled, smoke rising from their cigarettes. A door opened, releasing both a man, and a cacophony of screams and jeers emitted into the night, cut off as it swung shut once more. Her body shifts, drawn to the sounds for unexplained reasons. Her feet make their way on autopilot, eyes glued to the door that housed the commotion.
Jeers and sexual comments slide harmlessly down her back from the rougher individuals in the small gathering in the alley as she reaches out, her hand sliding over the cool metal of the door handle. She tugs, squints, as the bright lights wash over her, the sounds crashing down onto her with the force of a wave as she blindly takes a step inside.
She blinks under the harshness of the lights, looking around the room in what appeared to be a warehouse. People were packed tight as sardines around a square shaped structure, and within it....
Lycana’s eyes locked, and she shoved her way slowly through the crowd, ignoring the snarls aimed in her direction until she got to the guardrail, her hands coming to rest on the top as she stared, utterly enthralled at what she was seeing.
Violence.
Unsuppressed and glorious.
Sweat slicked bodies grappling for power, muscles rippling as harsh pants and snarling grunts fill the air. One heaves, launching the other into the air to slam down onto the canvas face first with a bellow of pain that sent tingles across Lycana’s body. He pops right back up, slamming a boot into the midsection of his approaching attacker. A chop sends the sound of flesh meeting flesh exploding into the air, making goosebumps erupt across her skin.
He shoots the other across the ring, sending him bouncing off the ropes, only to come back and eat a dropkick to the face, as he yells out in triumph. Lycana was fascinated. The experience of it all blankets her, putting all her senses into overdrive. The colors of their tights, the gleam of sweat droplets flying from their figures. The heat of the lights above beating down on all assembled. The smell of heated bodies, stale alcohol and something she had no idea what it was. Probably something that had soaked into the fabric long ago. Her tongue darts out, laving over her lips as her eager eyes miss nothing of the action.
The two clash once more, pummeling each other with heavy hands, their grunts stilted as the breath is knocked from their lungs by hard fists.
This was her calling.
She wanted to be a part of this.
No. She NEEDED to.
She stood there, watching match after match. Fading slowly into the background as the show ended and the guests began to leave. Lurking in the shadows as people began to clean up, folding chairs and stacking them, occasional eyes flicking curiously over to the blue haired girl. Finally, she spied him. Greasy and sleazy, but with an air about him. This... this, admittedly disgusting thing, was the man in charge. She tosses her hair back, sailing towards him with all the confidence in the world.
“I want to sign up.”
The rotund man frowns, eyeballing this brazen whisp up and down. A bit of ugly laughter comes from him as he turns to face her. “Sign up to be what there girl? The eye candy? A bit o’ fluff in a bikini leading the men to the ring? You don’t seem the sort.” Lycana’s eyes firm as she refuses to bend under his leering gaze. “I want to wrestle.”
Laughter directly in her face is the reaction she gets.
Until he realizes she is still stone faced in front of him. “You’re serious? A little girl like you?” She nods, her jaw firming up as she feels the roil deep within her belly. Soon... her mind whispers. “I’m tougher than I look. And yeah, I’m sure you get that a lot.”
“I do. Everyone says that. Look, it would be a shame to rearrange a decent looking face like yours. I don’t think you could hack the life and...”
“I can.”
He shrugs a shoulder. “Hey, it's your funeral girlie. All I'm saying is, give it a whirl before I take your money and you sign the line. I ain’t gonna give it back. No refunds. Consider this a kindness from me. You’d draw a crowd simply because they’d want to stare at your ass and I’m okay with that. You don’t have to have any talent, you just gotta take some bumps.” he turns, bellowing towards an open door. “HEY! HEY LUKE?! I GOT SUMTHIN FOR YA!”
A walking wall of muscle turns and manages to fit his way through the door. He wanders up. “Yeah Tony?” he asks, while looking Lycana over. “This one wants to wrestle. Go show her how it feels.”
“You mean... Oh come on. It’s a chick, I can't do that to her and...” his voice fades off at the glare. “Alright, you're the boss. Should make her sign a consent though.”
“I can assure you that won't be needed.” at Luke’s gesture, she follows, almost unable to hide her thrill as she climbs onto the apron, stepping through the ropes. She tugs on them, feeling the resistance. She bounces lightly on her toes, wanting to experience it all right then and there. “Okay, give it to her.” Tony calls from the floor. Lycana puts herself at the ready, but nothing prepared her for the fist that drives straight into her face.
She drops like a sack of rocks, stars swirling wildly behind her eyes as pain explodes from her nose and extends across her face. She brings both hands up, the sticky gush of blood tainting her fingers crimson. She swallows, tasting the coppery metallic taste.
Gruff laughter from Tony as Luke shakes his head, turning his back on the girl on the mat. She spits, a bright red smear added to whatever the hell else was already on here. She gets to her feet, baring her teeth in a bloody smile. “That all you got?” Luke turns with a surprised look. “C’mon, kid...”
“No! Show her again!”
“But...”
“Do it!”
Luke rumbles slowly towards her, his expression clearly showing he had no interest in repeating the action, but he draws back and sends a fist towards her. This time. She dodges it. But not for long. She spins away from the other arms clothesline, but the uppercut catches her chin, lifting her off her feet. She hovers in the air a moment, before crashing down onto her back, her breath expelling with a loud whoosh. A face appears above her. “I’m telling you, I don’t want to do anymore. You should just go home and...” he stops as Lycana drags herself to her feet once more. He shakes his head. “He won't let me stop until you give, and you seem like a nice... OOF!”
Lycana laces a foot into his guts out without any fanfare, not knowing what she was doing, only knowing revenge. With a growl he swings, trying to grab ahold of her. She dances, keeping out of his grasp for a long time until he manages to snag her, sending her across to the ropes, which she meets chest first, unable to turn in time. The pain causes her to suck in a breath as she stumbles backwards, and he spins her around, nailing her to the ground with a short arm clothesline.
“JUST STAY DOWN!” he bellows at her, as she uses the ropes to pull herself up, body hurting but the rage inside her churning away. “No....” it was just a whisper, but she defiantly came for him once more, easily swatted aside with a smack to the head that set her ear to ringing, blood coming from her left nostril now.
And still, she got back up.
“Boss...”
“I know. I’m gonna call Tempest. This ones stubborn as fuck, maybe she can actually do something with her. You hear that girl? You got yourself a slot in class. Congrats!”
Lycana wobbles on her feet, her face a scarlet mask, as she offers up a smile. She loved it already.
A bump, and the car slowing breaks Lycana out of her thoughts. She blinks, the wrestling ring in her mind fading out to reveal what her eyes were actually seeing out the window. They were home, driving slowly down the long driveway to the house. As they neared it and slowed to a halt, a fuzzy black blur rockets out from behind it, a joyous howl rising in his throat.
“Fenrir!” Reika flings the car door open, nearly tumbling out in her excitement. She races over to the wolf, wrapping her arms around his neck and bounding away with him.
“Well... I’d say it was great but...” Damien’s wry voice comes from the back seat, as he to opens his door. “You know how it is. I’ve spent more time with you than I planned on.” He slides from the car, slamming it shut behind them as he moves closer to Lycana’s side, bending over to peer through the cracked window. “I’m out. See you all.... hopefully not that soon.” With a snort, he heads towards his own car that had remained parked there over the weekend. With a crunch of gravel, he is off, leaving Marf and Lycana sitting alone.
“That was an adventure.” she remarks. Marf stretches in his seat and looks over at her. “To say the least. Can’t say it wasn’t fun though.”
She pauses a moment, making a mild face over at him. “I mean, I could...” She maintains her expression of distaste as long as she can, the very corner of her mouth quivering with suppressed mirth. “Nice try but I know you even found a way to have a good time mostly come on.” Marf produces a smirk of his own.
Her eyes twinkle as she relents, a small chuckle emerging as she nods. “I hate to admit it, but yeah... I did have a good time.” Would camping become her favorite thing? Well no, probably not... but she didn’t quite hate this trip as much as she thought she would. It had brought Reika joy, given everyone some laughs, a few mishaps. And perhaps had drawn them even closer together. “Thank you for doing that for Reika.”
He rests a big hand gently on her shoulder and chuckles himself. “Not a problem, more than happy to. I could get used to our weird little family...” Her smile dips for a moment as her eyes settle on his hand, then flit away again, forcing her expression to remain the same. They hadn't spoken more on the topic of conversation that had lurked in her mind since the trip up to the camping site. Half of her wanted to broach the subject once more, and the other? Well, the other kind of wanted to leap out of the car and run screaming into the fields to be able to avoid it as long as possible. She had no idea why it was so baffling to her. This was normal.
Or, at least she thought it was normal. Somehow though, they seemed to be making a bit of a mess of it so far. Her more so than him. She tentatively lifts her own arm, lightly running her fingers down his forearm to press against his hand, her own skin pale atop his tanned flesh. It was now or never. Or later. Or whatever. She was just going to do it. “We should probably talk... while we have a moment without that crazy family.”
Marf looks at her with interest and nods. “Okay sure...what do you want to talk about exactly?” Of course he would put this on her. Unless he was acting again, like he had the first time. She peers at his suspiciously, eyes narrowing slightly. It didn’t seem like it, but sometimes he was just that damn good and... what the fuck was she doing. Why did it matter? It didn’t. She huffs out a small sigh. “Well... Us.” she pauses. “If there's an us. What we are. Is there an us?” she cringes slightly.
“There is most definitely an us. I think there was always going to be as soon as we met...our bond just keeps growing stronger and now here we are...do I sound lame? I sound lame right now don’t I?” Marf becomes unusually flustered now to Lycana’s amusement. Damn it felt good not to be the only one. She felt the tight knot in her belly easing up slightly as she watches his face. She snorts, looking down and swallowing her laughter. She looks back to him glaring at her and she gives in, a gentle trill emerging as she shakes her head. “No, not at all... It's just... Seeing you... nevermind.” she still has the stupid smile on her face. “How long? Since... you knew, I mean?” she realizes her hand is still on his and she removes it, curling it lightly on her thigh. “That you, felt this way?”
He places his hand back onto her hand while looking at her. His stomach was all over the place and there was a brief horrifying fear he was going to vomit all over the steering wheel. “Since pretty early on. I never once stopped and thought you saw me like that though...” Her head jerks in his direction, eyes widening. “That long?!” her mouth works for a second, before closing. She had felt the magnetic pull, chalking it up to their mind bond, or their habitual closeness. Even when she had started to understand, she had shoved them deep down and ignored them, not willing to allow them out. Not much good came from such emotions in her experience.
Even as her mind whispered it was Marf. She had kept it all buried, living by his side as his partner and friend for months now, purposefully not accepting how her own heart felt... until she was forced to. What a damn fool. “We are making a fair mess of this so far.” She curls her fingers around his, the simple gesture settling her, yet sending her heart skittering about her chest. “I’m not... good... at this sort of thing. In case you couldn’t tell.”
“I’m not exactly a Romeo myself in case you hadn’t already noticed.” His heart feels like it is beating its way out of his chest. This can’t possibly be normal, Marf is quietly convincing himself he’s having a heart attack. A familiar heat begins to rise to her cheeks. Of course she was blushing again. What else was new? She shifts slowly towards him, not sure how she was feeling about the absolute.... vulnerability she was experiencing. She felt like she was laying herself open, exposing herself to his eyes. But of course, with their adventures he had already seen her.... fuck. Her cheeks blaze as she recalls him cradling her naked body after her first change. So why the hell was she so damn shy now? “We... well, we can figure this out.... together? Like we always do. If you want to.”
“I am one hundred percent on-board. We will overcome everything together.” He stares into her eyes while noticing how much she is blushing. With her hand squeezing his ever so slightly he starts to lean in.
“HOW ADDDDOOOOOOORRABLE!”
Finneas pops up out of nowhere from the back seat, resting his chin on his arms as he peers over the back of their seat. “You two finally figured out what everybody has been telling you! How sweet!” he gushes.
Lycana falls back, her eyes flashing from the incubus to Marf and back again.
“Tell me all about it! Who kissed who first? Was it magic? Was it romantic? Oooh I just LIVE for romance my dears! Did you fuck yet?” he grins widely. “Uhh....” was the only response Lycana could muster.
Marf leans into Finneas’ face and growls at him. “How about I remove your tongue?” Finneas recoils, curling his upper lip up while scrunching his nose. “Why, if it wasn’t good just say so! No need to be so frightful over it. These things happen you know. You can always try again another time.” he moves to exit the car. “Oh, Lycana there was an incident with the stove... fire... and well. You’ll see!” he waves as he trips lightly off towards the house, leaving the two staring after him.
“Our crazy family huh?”
“He’s not family! He’s like a mangy stray mutt that walked in and I’m being forced to accept!” Marf stops as he notices Lycana smiling at him. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Yeah...crazy.” The two slowly get out of the car, grabbing bags and starting into their home to see the chaos that awaited them.
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“Welcome to my playground boys.
This is my arena and my rules now, and you are woefully ignorant.
You have stepped onto my territory thinking you knew what it was about, but you have found the ground quaking beneath your feet. You have discovered that your typical song and dance doesn’t fly with Lycana. You ran in, not looking where you were going and you tripped. Fumbled. Struggling to regain your balance and find some safe footing.
There is none.
You will find no safety now. You have jumped into things, and you boys have leapt right into a thick lake of quicksand, sinking fast and hardly able to keep your heads from going under.
I will fix that soon enough.
You see, this might be where I play, but this is hardly a fucking game.
I’ve come not only to win, but to slaughter your asses and my teeth are firmly affixed to your throats.
All you can do now, is sit back and watch your credibility slip through your fingers, your reputations start to crumble, because when the Dissentients are done with you, there will be nothing left of either. Poor Drew will have to come down to the ring and start scrounging up pieces to try and put you two sorry fucks back together again.
I am stepping up to the plate now, dusting off my shoes, and taking aim at both of your heads. Oh, but where are my manners? I am just being so crass and cruel already, aren't I? Here I am threatening to tear out your jugulars. How awfully brazen and base of me. After all, what was it you said Robby baby?
”One would assume that facing APEX would command some etiquette… But here we are.”
Oh my! Etiquette yes... You’re right.
Must be polite. Like not ONLY talking about a woman in sexual terms.
Wait....
Oh, that’s right! That is literally ALL you two have been doing. You’ve sure as hell been afraid to let my name pass across your lips unless it had some kind of hot and heavy shit attached to it. What's the matter boys? Is that really all you have on me? Too afraid to open your mouth and insert your foot even farther down your throats than they already are? Or is it that I have you both so enchanted, that the very thought of pinning me, just so you can pull a Tommy Wish, has you popping a tent?
Or perhaps it is this...
You both decided to take the most basic, pitiful, overused route possible thinking that it would earn you anything more than a raised eyebrow?
Pretty damn pathetic coming from two men who are supposed to be legendary. Just a bunch of outdated, overplayed sewage from two ‘Top Fifty’ guys, who are soooooo damn proud of that fact, but can’t come up with anything more creative than sexual comments and a bunch of empty threats.
How fucking disappointing.
Yeah, you two might have been the first to come at me this hard with all the sleaze, but that’s not something to be proud of. It just means nobody has been STUPID enough to have to resort to using such archaic bullshit.
You want to come in and talk about how the Dissentients are going to be dropping some bombs in our last promos, and you are damn right we are. We’ve been firing them out since the start, building up to nuke both of your asses. Does that make you mad? It's not my fault that you couldn’t come up with one lick of substance and are scrambling to do more than shoot out the same damn shit, worded another way like you have since you flicked on the camera. What’s the matter? You running out of ways to call Marf a cuck?
Making threats, calling people bad wrestlers, saying that they are lackluster and curtain jerkers... any single person on this roster can do that.
All that this has shown, is that you have gotten too compliant. Too comfortable in your status, that you cannot be bothered to put in the work anymore. You expect to just slide on by with an underwhelming song and dance, and while that might work with some... You have now hit a fucking brick wall in us.
We see cleanly right through all your bullshit and simply laugh. All those claims that you ‘brought it’ to BoB... and you came out ONE time to put the boots to Page, beyond your match with him. Oooh wow, I’m so impressed there. Robert Main had someone put on his music and it distracted the members of BoB so he’s going to take the credit for their loss! So, what you’re saying is... BoB is so awful, that just something popping up on the X-tron is enough to shake them, causing them to lose.
That Alias had no chance to beat Page without.... you.
That I couldn’t beat Page without.... you.
That Corey Smith couldn’t beat Andre Dixon without.... you.
…........
So uhh... How come you didn’t use one of your entrance vids during your Leap of Faith match Rob?
You know... make it look like Caedus or Archyle were coming to save the day?
You going to add that to the list of excuses on why you lost to Page? Or are you just jealous that I did what you couldn’t this time around? You may have beaten him before, lord fucking knows you talk about your history enough, but the fact of the matter is, this time in that ring...
You
Couldn’t
Get
It
Done.
BUT I DID.
You can tell yourself that it was you that helped me retain, if that’s the balm to your boo boo you go right ahead, you clearly need to suck your own dick to feel better. Last I checked? I still got hit with that chair, twice to be precise. The guts and the back. Followed by a Judas Effect and I STILL fucking handled my business you dumb fuck.
I have to admit, and it galls me to say it, but maybe Page was right. Maybe he WAS the one carrying your simpleminded ass. Hell, at least he came at me with a lot more intelligent points than you have. ANY AMOUNT OF POINTS IS MORE THAN YOU. Put a fuck ton more effort in, and offered me a CHALLENGE rather than an easy sweep. Who hasn’t beaten Chris Page? Hahaha! What about all the ones who failed to get that job done, regardless of the past, for the last nine months he stepped in the ring? Until me.
Your ego is twice the size of his, which I didn’t even think was possible, but you sure as fuck aren't showing its warranted.
You hardly can be bothered to show up, and you think you think you’ve gotten better with each match and stand at the top of the food chain, Mr. Main? COME ON! I mentioned it before, but it needs to be said again. YOU HAVE HAD A WHOLE TWO MATCHES SINCE YOUR RETURN. You are nothing but a glorified floater who can't even be bothered to bring his A game to what little he DOES sign up for.
As for the little megaphone by your side...
Oh, sweet Jimmy... of course you can call me that. I’m pleased you at least paid enough attention that you caught my name. Too bad that is as far as it went.
On the contrary, I went nice and deep in my research for you... How about this...
When I have you there in that ring, on your knees before me, without any protection... you’ll be begging me to finish you, thankful that you simply survived such a close shave with Lycana... swallowing a hell of a lot more than your pride, regretting coming for my head with every blow I deliver.
You know exactly what I'm talking about Jimmy... And why I said that. That, that was a little something special, just for you... between you and I... so you realize just how fucked you are. How deep I have gone on you. How utterly I invested in you I am.
Can you feel that?
The cold droplet of sweat trickling down the column of your spine, as your blood turns to ice?
Aren't you happy that you ‘allowed’ us to slap you around with our points?
Turns out though, I needn't have bothered studying you. You fell flat the moment your mouth opened and you showed all you had was insults with no backing.
Maybe if you didn’t make such glaring errors you’d be able to back up your claims of being amazing just a little more. You had everything riding on you Jimmy. Vinnie backed you, hyping up your return to the ring, to the XWF, causing whispers to fly, spreading throughout the locker room. Caedus... the ass kicker, the legend, was returning to slap everyone out of the way and step right into his old spot at the very pinnacle of this federation. We all waited, we all watched.
The dynamite was prepped, ready to explode all over the participants in the LoF match.
And Jimmy did, what Jimmy does.
He flaked.
Lane flicked that lighter, and set it to work. We watched the flame, burning bright as it tore down the fuse, slowly dimming as it reached its destination.... fizzling out with the merest puff of smoke and a shit ton of dissatisfaction.
To be unseated by Corey Smith of all people... I had hopes Jimmy, I had such big hopes that you would be the one to knock that one off his pedestal.
Not the only promise that’s to remain unfilled though, will it?
“..we're gonna spit roast that someone-feed-this-thot hourglass figure 'a yours on our fat cocks in the middle 'a that ring and there ain't a goddamn thing you or Marf can do or say to stop it.”
You and I both know the only thing getting spit roasted is you... with Marf’s hand down your throat and my foot up your ass. Because yeah, you dumb piece of shit, the Dissentients WOULD die for shit together. We know what loyalty is, we have each other's backs, we know we can count on each other to be there through anything and everything....
Unlike you....
We fight side by side, and I’m NOT ashamed to say we push the other when it is needed. We bring out the best in one another, because that’s what a fucking TEAM is. A team would think nothing of going to war for their partner. We fight for one another, AND with one another... We help each other when it is needed. You know, all those flukey wins. Like the X title that you both are fond of bringing up. Where we bent the NONEXISTENT RULES. You are going to regret all that shit talk when you get obliterated in that ring Caedus.
Do you think I’ve been HIDING that I wanted to hang onto this Xtreme strap for three weeks so we could claim our Tag title shot? Fuck that! I literally said it during my match with Page that I didn’t care about the belt. That it has no meaning to me beyond... it's mine and you can't have it. It is as simple as that when it comes to me. I earned the fucking thing, I might as well show it off, eh? You know, literally what I have been saying from the damn start of my time here about every title except the Tags? Where the hell have YOU been boy?
Oh that’s right.... hiding because you were all butthurt over things from your last run in the XWF.
When do we hurt people and make an impact?
When we drop Atara on her neck and put her out for months.
When we go after Tula and destroy her until she is put on the shelf and hasn’t come back.
When we legitimately tear up Ash Quinn and... well, have you met her yet? No? You’re welcome!
There's a few of them, among many that you would... again... know IF YOU DID ANY RESEARCH AT ALL.
I have to say, for people who want to destroy BoB so bad, you kinda look like you're trying to BE them. A subpar, lower level, bargain bin version, but an attempt all the same. BoB is out there recruiting people to their little house of horrors, and then here you come, adding on Legacy to boost your numbers to compete. Except umm, BoBs members actually stick around and you know... DO shit. They don’t just appear once and then fuck off to the great beyond somewhere.
I saw you guys were coming out with a comic! That is so great for you! I bet it’s going to be amazing! So innovative and unique, never before seen....
Unlike BoBs.
You know... the ones they’ve been putting out for a while now.
What's next? An APEX PPV?
Trendsetting.
Look guys, I hate BoB. With an absolute passion and I despise saying anything positive about their little bitch society but come on... You all are just embarrassing compared to them. I thought I was going to root for you against them, but facing you, and seeing all this... I might’ve been backing the wrong pony. What are you going to do to BoB? Turn on some music again? Maybe, in another month or two run out and attack Chris Page, so that you can turn tail and run like scalded dogs back into the crowd when the rest come out to play?
And you think that you are going to be the ones to take down the Dissentients. Ha! At least, if anything, your promos gave me a good chuckle.
Look, since the time the Left Hand started in these halls, the cries that we would be taken down have echoed throughout. The Dissentients formed among these screams, these threats and have stood firm ever since. From any and all comers, all the ones who said they would do it... would put us out for good. Here we are. Alias. Demos. R.L. Edgar. Corey Smith. All ones who took up the cry... and hey boys, how are you? My name’s Lycana. Marf and I are still fucking HERE.
Still standing.
Still doing what we love, and that’s fighting.
And proving big mouthed perverted pricks like you, wrong.
“I couldn’t live with myself knowing I was vanquished by two jackasses who got their ring gear at a Cosplay Outlet.”
Well, RIP Robert Main. I’ll be sure not to send flowers to your funeral. Hey, do you think TK and Page will be excited that they finally don’t have to deal with your tedious ass, or will they be jealous that they weren't the ones to officially bury you?
Ah well... I will gladly take that title.
For you and Caedus both. After you wink the fuck out, so will he... disappearing for another unknown amount of time because he can't handle the heat. Both of your glows have dimmed, your fires are about out. You have shown all that and more over these past two weeks. The greats of the past have turned into nothing more than sad little micro-dicked weasels, who can only name call, sexualize, and toss out some empty threats with NO recent wins or showings to back themselves up.
Fucking the Apex of what? An ant hill? Please... you two together are less of a threat than Ash Quinn ever was, and ten times more annoying.
The time of listening to you two jabber on is over, thank fuck... and now we come to where we pair up and waltz in the ring, rather than dance around stupid words. Both of you are going to regret laying down the challenge at the feet of the Dissentients. What are you going to go around saying when the useless, curtain jerking, C class team whips your ass into your next hiatus?
It was a fluke?
Wouldn’t surprise me... seems par for the course from you pitiful fools. I’m glad you showed your true colors and tried to distract me as much as you could in the 24/7 hallway...
Bright.
Ass.
YELLOW.
Especially you, Robert Main.
And hey Caedus? I like you too. I like you better when your mouth is shut.
But I’m going to like you the most when I pin your ass to that mat for the three count.
I hope you two get a good nights sleep... the end of your world starts tomorrow.
Goodnight.”
