Alceo Dentari was a busy man, so for him to grant a sit down interview with Defiance’s resident journalist, Lance Warner, was a spectacle in and of itself. For that reason, Lance knew he had to make the most of the opportunity he’d been given. But hearing Dentari’s skewed view on the current state of the Masters of Wrestling league was taking it’s toll on the man. The intimidating figures cut by the still nameless men at his sides kept him on the edge of his seat at all times.

Several times Dentari had commanded them with nothing more than a flash of his eyebrows or a click of his fingers. Who knew what his code would be for ‘Show this guy outside and take care of him’...

“Ok, so you’ve we’ve covered Heidi Christenson and Christian Light,” Said Lance tapping his pen to his notepad as he listed the names, “How about the winner at WarGames? How about Claira St. Sure?”

Dentari closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He exhaled loudly through his mouth and opened his eyelids once more. “What is there to say about Claira St. Sure?” He asked shaking his head. “The biggest cinderella story this league had to offer.”

Dentari traced around a knot in the wood of his desk with his finger as he thought for a moment. “Kai Scott would have yous believe that me an’ her are like two peas in a pod.” He said sounding more than slightly offended by such a comparison, “Like we got the same story to tell.”

“You don’t feel that way then?” Lance asked quite unnecessarily.

“What do yous think?” Dentari responded with a furrowed brow.

“No?” Lance asked nervously, of course, he didn’t need to ask, he knew the answer.

“Damn right, no.” Dentari said, “Kai Scott himself says Claira was brought in as nothin’ more than a way to make up the numbers. Nobody expected nothin’ from her. They were all lookin’ at Scott’s other pet at the start a’ the season. Remember him?”

“Jonny Booya.” Lance answered nodding.

Dentari shot Warner a dirty look. He was furious that his rhetorical question had had the sting taken out of it by being answered, “Claira snuck under the radar, started rackin’ up wins an’ shocked the world. Hell, I don’t think Kai Scott himself expected as much from his little seat filler.”

“Claira’s style always seems to have been to knuckle down, train hard and get on with the job at hand. Take this week for example, she’s been very quiet so far in the run up to the final, what are your thoughts on that?” Lance asked as he looked up from his pad.

“St. Sure’s been quiet most weeks.” “The fact we ain’t heard nothin’ from Kai Scott though, that’s the real surprise, although it ain’t an unwelcome one. Just hearin’ that guy talk, grates on my very soul. Week after week I’m out there giving fair warnin’ about what I’m gonna do to whoever’s luck ran out. Meanwhile Kai Scott pushes Claira to the background, all so as he can be the center of attention.”

Lance scribbled furiously onto his notepad, trying to keep with with Dentari who seeminly wouldn’t stop talking, “Claira ain’t nothin’ more than Kai Scott’s performin’ monkey.” he continued, “She does the dancin’ while Scott just turns the handle. An’ who gets the credit? Kai Scott, ‘cause he’s the one that found the girl.”

“Be that as it may, it’s still Claira St. Sure that will be competing in the final, not Kai Scott.” Lance interjected, “You’ve been in the ring with her once before and come up short, is there anything you’ll be able to take from that encounter should you make it to the final?” Asked Lance, who immediately regretted the wording of that question when two chunky hands placed themselves on both his shoulders.

Dentari’s face seemed to contort and fold in on itself, “So that’s what your here to do it, is it!?” he shouted as he rose to his feet. Warner tried to stand up as well, but he was pushed back down into his chair, “You come into my house, mock an’ insult me, an’ expect me to answer these dumb fuckin’ questions!”

Lance tried to wriggle free from the gorillas clutches, but they clamped on and held him back in the chair. Dentari meanwhile grabbed his glass and launched it across the room. It hit the wall and shattered into a thousand pieces. “Get him the fuck outta her.”

With that the two ‘gentlemen’ pushed Warner to his feet and ushered him towards the door. Lance kept quiet, he knew full well what he’d said, and he was sure that saying anything else would only exacerbate the situation.

“Wait!” Alceo called out, sounding slightly calmer as he flooped back down into his chair.

The two gorillas stopped pushing the journalist towards the door momentarily to let Dentari finish.

“I had Claira St. Sure convulsin’ in a pool a’ her own blood.” Dentari said softly, but just loud enough that Lance could hear him. “I was about to bury that turnbuckle bolt so deep in her skull it’d a’ taken a team a’ experienced spelunkers to find it! What can I take from that match? If I got an opportunity to remove Claira’s head from her neck, I’m gonna take it an’ savor the moment after. An’ I ain’t gonna let nobody stop me.”

With a flick of his hand the two gorillas resumed the ushering of Lance Warner from the room. One opened the heavy oak door while the other pushed Lance through it. Together they frogmarched Warner away from the room, presumably to the front door.

“‘Cause I’m Alceo Dentari!” He called out through the ever decreasing gap in the door, “An’ I do whatever I fuckin’ well want!”

The boom from the door closing echoed around the room, it dispated quickly though, leaving Dentari sat with nobody by himself to hear his final words.

“Ain’t that a kick in the head.”

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