“Christian Light wants to know...”

Alceo Dentari was back in the exact same spot as the last time we saw him, however he’d fixed his hair in his time away from the camera. And, despite it being the same day as his previous recording, he’d changed his suit. Probably because he’d raged so hard over the last one.

“Christian Light wants to know...” He repeated slowly... purposefully... “What’s changed...”

Alceo contemplated for a second, or rather, he checked under his fingernails for a speck of dirt and picked it out.

“What’s changed, Christian?” He asked again, just to drive home the question before answering, “You have. You’ve changed.”

“Yous ain’t that unscalable mountain you’ve been painted as since you joined this league, not no more you ain’t.” Alceo said with a smile. “These past few weeks a’ proved you ain’t no superman, you ain’t even Clark Kent.”

He had to add it, and he did it with a laugh, “You ain’t hardly Lois Lane.”

“Until WarGames you was the guy.” Dentari said placing as much emphasis as he could on the ‘the’. So much in fact that it sounded like he’d called Light theeeeeee guy. “An’ then that whole facade came crashin’ down when yous was pinned by Edward White.”

“An’ where’s he now?” Asked Dentari, he even extended to looking around over his own shoulders, fully in the knowledge that Edward White wouldn’t be there. “Fallen by the wayside, another victim a’ this tournament.”

“It ain’t no surprise though, is it Christian?” Alceo asked with a smile, “That body a’ yours has been givin’ up recently ain’t it?”

Of course Dentari was refering to Christian’s recent spate of head injuries.

“Yous ain’t the one headin’ to the final with a clean bill a’ health, is yous?” Dentari asked, he was incessant with the questions. Although he coudn’t have been expecting a response to them all, especially considering he was so quick to answer them, “No. Yous ain’t. You see Christian, I ain’t in need a’ any ‘shortcuts’ or ‘dirty tricks’ when it comes to beatin’ on a man who’s one concussion away from forced medical retirement.”

“If yous can hardly make it though one match with Bronson Box, the guy that I personally put on the injured list...” Dentari said proudly as he tapped his chest, “Without havin’ to head to the medical room, what hope a’ you got a’ makin’ it through two matches in the same night with the very best Defiance has to offer?”

“An’ to answer another one a’ your questions, no, I ain’t gonna need my boys to win this tournament.” He added assuredly, “While I know yous is the expert on all things premature...”

Zing.

“I ain’t in need a’ keepin’ no cards to my chest.” He added. Normally Dentari would take pride in such a put down, but today was different. He simply wasn’t in the mood for gloating. “You know what I’m bringin’, so there ain’t gonna be no excuses for yous when I beat the holy hell from every square inch a’ your body.”

“On the flip side though...”

Dentari thought for a second, sure everyone knew what he had on his side, even if they didn’t know exactly who they were. But there was one person in this picture that was the direct opposite. Everyone knew who she’d be bringing, but the capacity in which they came... that was the mystery.

“Claira St. Sure.” Dentari said slowly as though there were any doubt in who he was referencing. “Yous is gonna come down to that right with Diane Parker an’ Kai Scott, that’s a damn near guarantee. That is, if Scott can find a handicap spot at the arena, right?”

“Or ain’t he in need a’ that wheelchair no more?” Dentari asked slightly puzzled, “Or maybe he’ll still that spot ‘cause a that bum leg, right?”

“Claira St. Sure ain’t the threat when it comes to the Truly Untouchables.” He said shaking his head, “Kai Scott is. He’s the mastermind behind everythin’, an’ there ain’t nobody in that camp that knows everythin’ that’s goin’ on in his head.”

“But it ain’t Kai Scott that’s gonna be in that ring, is it?” Dentari half stated, half asked with a smile, “It’s gonna be that clueless drone a’ his, Claira. St. Sure.”

“Kai’s installed what he thinks he needs to into Claira to ensure success, but he ain’t done everythin’ he shoulda.” Dentari said, “‘Cause, you see, Claira ain’t quite the walkin’ encyclopedia that Kai is.”

“I’m only guessin’ here, but I ain’t never had nothin’ to do with no PTC.” Dentari said with his hands up as though he were surrendering, “I ain’t even got kids!”

“See Claira, yous must be thinkin’ a’ someone else, ‘cause Defiance is my first an’ only foray into professional wrestlin’. So your claim to know I been around... is that a lie? Or is that bad research?” Dentari asked with a smile, “I’m guessin’ it’s just a straight up lie, ‘cause yous is normally the authority in’ gettin’ around.”

Zing again.

“An’ I bet that’s eatin’ away at yous, aint it?” Dentari said with an even smug-ier grin across his face, “That a guy that didn’t have nothin’ to do with your sport has come in an’ reached the same level as yous in less than a year. Meanwhile yous spent your life trainin’ to get to this point.”

“How does that feel, Claira?” Dentari asked, he licked his lips slowly. “How does that taste?”

“Bitter?”

“Hard to swallow?”

“Well you know what’s gonna be worse?” He asked, He even allowed a few seconds to pass for Claira, and indeed the world, a chance to think of their own answer. “Gettin’ beat by that same guy.”

“See, you say you can’t lose to Christian Light again, but it ain’t Light yous gotta worry about, it’s me.” He said positively brimming with confidence, “This ain’t no two horse race, Claira. There’s a stallion over here that everyone seems to a’ overlooked.”

Not physically. Please think nothing more about that choice of words.

Please.

“Well I ain’t gonna let yous overlook me no more!” He shouted, gradually he reached his maximum volume and continued past it, as he continued his voice started to break up slightly, his face glowed red, his entire body shook, “I ain’t got here on nobodies coat tails! I ain’t stayed here by dumb luck!”

Alceo breathed heavily. He had trouble regulating it though, what with all that pent up anger being released, he sounded like he was taking four or five breaths at the same time.

“Yous guys wanna worry about you you have to beat?!”

“You’d do better worryin’ about who’s gonna beat you!”

“Now ain’t that a kick in the head!”

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