“Jesus Christ Scott, change the god damned record!”

A loud clunk echoed around the room as the lights came on. The florescent tubes overhead hummed as they shone down on not one, but two wrestling rings, set up side my side. Standing between the ropes, holding on to each side and with one foot on either apron was Alceo Dentari.

“You know why Adam Waterman won the preseason?” Asked Alceo, getting right down to business, “'Cause I weren't there to do it myself. No punchline there, just truth. An' I seem to remember hearin' both a' them faces a' death quit by voicemail. Now, I might not be a' been around these ropes as long as you, Kai. But the way I seen it, them boys both got shown up on the same night before throwin' their toys outta their respective prams.”

Alceo took a couple of steps towards the camera, he ran his hands along the top ropes of both rings as he travelled.

“Then again, what do I know? I never spent a second under the same roof as them, did I? Remember the draft?” He asked with a tilt of his head, “I do. I remember how them boys never turned up 'cause a' their other pressin' engagements. Really sounds like they gave a squirt a' piss about Defiance, don't it?”

“I’ll admit though, Kai, I am a bit tired.” Alceo sighed as he turned and leaned against the ropes, “Tired a’ having to spell everythin’ out, an’ go over an’ over every little detail for the guy with no sense a’ humor!”

Roll of the eyes.

“I don’t give a crap what piece a' man ass Adam Waterman was, is, or will be stickin’ his dick in. I don’t care whether he’s Japanese, Russian, Polish, or one a them god damned lady boys from Vietnam!” Dentari exclaimed, “You know why I don’t give a crap? ‘Cause Adam Waterman ain’t important.”

Slapping his hands together as though he were trying to rid them of dust and dirt signaled that Alceo was done with talking about such an irrelevant former competitor.

“Now, let me ask yous a slightly personal question, Kai, an’ feel free to not answer it if yous is embarrassed or anythin’.” Alceo almost whispered, “Do yous need me to call you a surgeon? 'Cause I don't think no everyday proctologist can help with your head bein' so far up your ass!”

The bridge of Dentari’s nose wrinkled and he snorted a breath out of his nose. For a microsecond one may be excused for expecting a puff of smoke to follow it.

“Yous is talkin' to me about rope breaks when I got three other guys, all fightin' for not only playoff spots, but for a bye pass the first round?” He asked with an incredulous look etched upon his face. He was in so much disbelief he’d almost forgotten about being angry. “Even if there were need for a rope break in this match, I doubt there'd be more than a second to get there before Sam Turner Jr, Jimmy Kort, Yoshikazu YAZ, or any combination a’ the above would be throwin' themselves in to break it up, be it a pin or submission attempt. ‘Cause we know all too well, if one a’ us taps, ain’t nobody on our team gettin’ them twenty-five points for winnin’.”

“Also, you do know Eugene Dewey ain’t in this match, right?” He asked, slightly concerned, “It’s just, you seem so focused on reiteratin’ how your girl made him tap out, I thought one a’ us had eaten a tanker full a’ butter an’ gone to get ourselves a bar mitzvah.”

“I only met Eugene Dewey one evenin’, an from what I recall, he weren’t exactly all there.” Alceo said using his index finger to circle his ear, “I seem to remember walkin’ in on him an’ his brother gettin’ choked by Kevin Cage, an’ then gettin’ a chair cracked against the back a’ my head. An action many people say kept me in that TLC match. Of course, I disagree.”

“Either way, that boy didn’t have a clue what he was doin’ in or outta that ring, an’ the fact that he’s so high in the rankin’s over on Heritage really speaks volumes about the level a’ competition if you ask me.” Alceo said as he shook his head, “Oh, sorry, am I ramblin’? I’ll move on.”

Dentari took a deep breath to calm himself and held up one finger.

“I just wanna make one last thing crystal clear. I ain’t nothin’ like Claira St. Sure!” Alceo shouted, sounding positively offended at the notion, “I ain’t come here to fill no space. I come here to win this league, just like I been sayin’ since week one. Just like I proved on week two when I knocked seven shades a’ shit outta Heidi Christenson an’ had to have the match stopped ‘cause she couldn’t defend herself.”

“Up until now, week after week, I done exactly what I came here to do, an’ at WarGames, I’m gonna continue to do it.”

“Claira, Light, White, Mystery Man, I’m gonna make yous all offers none a’ yous can refuse.”

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