"I ain’t been ridin’ nothin’ Claira, I’ve been drivin’ since week one."

Evolution league leader, team captain and future Master of Wrestling, Alceo Dentari sat upon his golden throne surrounded by darkness. Man, that list of accolades just keeps on growing, doesn't it?

"An' I promise you, I ain't never hid behind no one." He said, raising the backs of his hands for all to see, "I ain't never had a problem gettin' these hands dirty."

Alceo flips his hands over into a shrug. "Remind me once again Miss St. Sure, who have you beaten since this whole thing started?" he asked with a quizical look upon his face, "Adam Waterman? Jan Gin Xiao? Know where they are now? I'll tell yous where, gone. Gone because they simply couldn’t cut it in Defiance. Even if they were only on Heritage."

Dentari replaced his arms upon their rests and tilted his head to one side. He smiled mockingly.

"Yous might be the only one around here still usin' a VCR, Claira, but you ain’t the only who can go back an' watch old shows, so I got my hands on an episode a' Heritage TV." He chuckled, "Yous wanna laud it over me with a win over Adam Waterman? Neglected to mention his boyfriend, or whatever relation that Japanese bastard was, by name though. Let me refresh your memory. Remember Kengoro Sugamoto and how you made him tap out? Only it was just a nanosecond too late to be proud of, weren’t it, Claira?"

The corner of Dentari’s mouth curled and he flashed a wink.

"Politics didn’t keep you out of the TLC match, Eugene Dewey, that cruel mistress known as time, and the simple fact that Cito Connari couldn’t put more people than he was allowed into the match all worked together to keep you out of it." Alceo said, holding up a new finger for each listed item, "Bottom line is some fat, ginger, acne ridden nerd kept you, the mighty jamaican warrior princess, from brushin’ shoulders with the biggest names in Evolution. Avenged or not, that shoudn’t be somethin' to go on braggin about."

"One on one yous a threat, I'll put my hands up an' admit that." He said as he, of course, raised his hands, just like he said, "When you can fight the match anyway you see fit, an' at your pace, yous always got a chance. But put another guy in there an’ all that goes straight out the window, don’t it? Yous ain't capable a' wearing down none a' us quicker than we can wear down any a' your partners, an’ that ain’t a trait that’s gonna help yous in this here WarGames match."

"You really think yous is gonna be able to make any one a’ Evolution tap out before any one a’ my boys twists yous or any a’ them other clowns up like a balloon model?" He said leaning forwards and snorted, "Fuhgedaboudit!"

"I’m on one side, Claira, an' I ain't talkin' about Heritage or Evolution here. I'm on the side a’ Alceo Dentari." Alceo said poking a finger into his own chest, "Jonny Booya can do whatever the hell he wants to yous an’ your entourage. Hell, he could head out there an’ kill a live puppy in the middle a’ that ring, I still ain’t gonna start warmin’ to him. But I’ll do what it takes, whenever I hafta, if it means maximisin’ my chances a’ gettin’ into that final in a couple a’ weeks. Even if that does mean workin’ alongside somebody that commands such little respect as Jonny Booya in order to attack you an’ Christian Light."

Almost immediately Alceo’s attention and mood shifted as he began to consider another one of his forthcoming opponents "Ahh, Christian,” he sighed with a wide grin, “I ain’t forgot about yous, an’ clearly yous ain’t forgot about me."

"You were so ready to dismiss my threats last time out as, an’ I’m quotin’ direct here... ‘hollow’, yet here you are, not six months later, warnin’ Turner about me like I’m some kinda boogeyman?" He said, sounding positively hurt at the mere thought of being painted in such a manner, but wait, no... that hurt wasn’t genuine. That became evident when Alceo started laughing as he continued, "What happened, Light? Did yous realise I weren’t blowin’ smoke when we met at the last ESEN Special? Or was it when security was the only thing stoppin’ me from makin' your head an' shoulders two separate entities when yous invaded my show? Or maybe it was when I damn near split your skull open with a lead pipe a few weeks ago an' embarrassed you on your show?"

"However you reached that epiphany though, I’m glad you did, ‘cause it just means we’re startin' on the same page this time round." He said, now while that sounded like genuine pleasure in his voice, one would be forgiven for having their doubts, "You know what I’m capable of, an’ I, you. So I guess it’s fittin’ that we’re team captains, ain’t it? After all, we’re the only two guys in this match to a’ stood toe to toe before.”

"I ain’t gonna lie to yous, Light. Not winnin’ that TLC match, it hurt. An’ I ain't talkin' strictly emotionally, I'm talkin' physical as well.” Dentari tapped his temple and pounded his chest lightly as he spoke, “It hurt when I went flyin’ off that ladder, sailed over that top rope, crashed through them two tables, an’ hit the arena floor. An’ then, the icin’ on the cake, I had to watch as yous reached up an’ pulled that case down, claimin’ my points an’ my money."

Dentari grit his teeth and seethed for a second,"An’ who did I have for company out there? Cancer Jiles... That’s just salt in the wound." He shook his head as he finished and continued to stew, "I told yous, Light, I ain’t gonna let yous get the better a’ me again. We’ve come face to face twice since that match, an’ guess what? I’m the one that’s come away unscathed both times. Ain’t none a’ my posessions gettin’ broke an' ain’t none a’ my brains gettin’ scrambled."

"Come WarGames, I ain’t gonna sit back an’ let Christian Light get another win over me, an’ what’s more, I ain’t gonna let him get another win over Evolution.”

"Now ain't that a kick in the head?"

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