“You still laughin’, Funny Man?”

Everyone knew to stay out of Alceo Dentari’s way when he wore that face. You know the one, the wrinkled up nose bridge, the downturned lizard lips showing the faintest hint of gritted teeth, the wide, wide, wide baby blue eyes that, while managing to sparkle in the summer sun, still burned a hole through anything they were pointed at.

Yes, the summer sun. For you see, Alceo Dentari was marching his way through the streets of Brooklyn. He’d deserted the Dentari compound after everyone else had gone for a very intentional, very early, very long lunch in order to avoid their very pissed off boss.

“You got all a’ them jokes outta your system?”

He wasn’t talking to anyone in particular though. No, he was fixed solely on the sidewalk in front of him, but as he’d never had a bad word to say about Brooklyn it would be safe to assume he was arguing with himself as opposed to the streets he was stomping down.

“You dug down far enough?”

“You really wanna rattle my cage?”

Question after question came and went without an answer, but Alceo left plenty of time between each one to form a response in his head, and no matter what he came up with none of them seemed to quell his anger.

“You should be glad I didn’t have my boys tear yous limb from limb at TV 37!” Dentari growled, “An’ yous should be fuckin’ ecstatic I didn’t do it myself!”

That slight outburst seemed to provide the slightest release, he didn’t need to shout anymore, but his face still glowed beetroot red and his jaw was still tightly clenched.

“But it weren’t the time, see.” Alceo said with a shake of the head, “No, I weren’t gonna do nothin’ to risk my much deserved title opportunity.”

“After everythin’ I done for him I got nothin’ from Elijah Goldman.” Dentari muttered, his blood clearly started to boil again, but he couldn’t but laugh when it came to his next point. “I weren’t never gonna get nothin’ from Jeff Andrews. An’ it took Eric Dane this long to even give me a chance for a chance at a belt that should’a been mine to begin with!”

Again Alceo shook his head.

“I ain’t stupid.”

“No. I’m patient.”

“If I’d done what I wanted to...” Alceo said as he closed his eyes and slowed his pace. He took a couple of long, deep breaths before the corner of his mouth curled upwards in such a familiarly sinister manner, “If I’d taken your head an’ bounced it from wall to wall ‘til your eyes rolled back...”

“‘Til every orifice leaked crimson...”

“‘Til  them stupid glasses a’ yours shattered into a million equally stupid pieces...”

It wasn’t just the corner of his mouth smiling now. No, Alceo’s entire body seemed to radiate satisfaction. He looked calm. Not just any kind of calm though, it was more the sort of calm you might expect to see on a man who had just released a lifetimes worth of sexual frustration.

If you know what I mean.

“If I’d done that I have no doubt Eric Dane woulda found some way to keep me from gettin’ what I earned.”

“So I waited... an’ my patience... my restraint... It paid off.”

For the first time Alceo acknowledged the presence of the camera and fixed an intense, unnerving stare right down the lens.

“From the second that bell rings at TV 38 I’m gonna unleash a world ‘a pain on you, Funny Man.” Dentari said slowly and purposefully, “I’m gonna make you beg, I’m gonna make you bleed, an’ I’m gonna destroy them ridiculous glasses a’ yours.”

“I am gonna defeat the reigning DEFIANCE World Champion once again.” Alceo continued. He never was one to let that little factoid slip by, was he? “An’ when I do just that I will prove to all the naysayers out there that I not only deserve to be in the Ladder War, but that I should walkin’ in there with the belt around my waist!”

“There’ll be no help, no distractions, no questions.” He added with a slight head shake, “Not this time.”

“So I ask again... an’ I want you to think long an’ hard about your answer...”

“You still laughin’, Funny Man?”

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