Ethan
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Overly Irritated
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Malik stands within a ring the exterior roped with Barbed wire. His hands gingerly touch the mean spirited lover. With a smile his eyes close as a spot light shines over him in an empty arena. His voice echoes through out as he speaks.
Malik: It's come to this? You wish to fight me in my element? You want to prove to the world who the most deranged man is? For a man driven by a god of sorts, you certainly make unguided decisions. This week no smoke and mirrors, no fancy moves, and no help will keep me from rending flesh from bone. I could go on and on about those I've destroyed already. I could spit out my pedigree of pain. Though what would be the point? All that matters is this match and what I plan to do to you.
Malik moves to the center of the ring sitting down Indian style. His hands over his eyes as eight men in hoods fill the room, taking ringside seats as they grab the empty air in front of Malik. They're voices hum in unison.
Malik: You see while you hide behind you're boy toy and "god", My followers embrace all that is Malik. They see the truth behind my words, they see the truth behind the rapture. They hunger for the freedom I bring. I am the only exit to bliss. I am the only way to forgiveness, to the peace all men seek....
One of the robbed figures comes into the ring slowly. He awaits Malik's hand on the back of his hood, He walks the mad to the edge of the ring. Pushing his face into the barbed wire and pulling to the right, the mans screams echo throughout the arena. Malik places his hand to the blood falling from the hood. Smearing it on his face as he takes in a deep breath.
Malik: The sight of blood excites me and you're bloodcurdling screams don't bother me at all. They only drive me further, I hope to puncture an artery or two. To HPW management, please bring a EMT to the match. I promise that I'll drag his face through this barbed wire. I promise that this mat will be soaked in blood. I promise at the end I'll stand coated in the life fluid, mocking him and his fake god. Soon McWilliam, the malice will give you the peace you've longed for. Soon I will have my revenge and you'll know the price of crossing me...
The scene fades with the hooded man writhing in pain upon the mat as the other clap in unison.
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