Not looking to win, just looking for the MOST eliminations!
Jul 29, 2019 9:44:46 GMT -5
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Post by Drake Knight on Jul 29, 2019 9:44:46 GMT -5
The cameras open on the sign outside a local gentlemen’s club on the strip in Las Vegas. The sign in bright lit up letters read, “Kandi Land’s.” It is still daylight, so the parking is emptier than it is at night. There is only one doorman at the door and customers do not have to wait in line to enter as they can just go in during the daylight hours. The cameras switch to the second story of the business and the personal office spacing belonging to Kandi Washington. She’s sitting behind her desk working on her desktop computer. She turns her attention to her phone and checks the call ID of the caller. The caller ID says, “William Allen” is calling and below his name has the title, “attorney.” Kandi shakes her head and turns off the ringer as she lets the phone continue to ring on silent.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Not now, Will. Not now.”
There’s a knock at the door. Kandi looks up from her desk.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Come in.”
She says softly. She turns her head back to her double monitor and resumes typing a word document.
Squeak.
The door opens and in walks Drake Knight and Ice from outside the hallway. Ice wearing a pair of short blue jean shorts, white wifebeater tank top, and black leather work boots. Drake has on a pair of white nylon basketball shorts, his bare chest glimpsing from the Vegas’ heat, and a white bandana around his forehead to protect his eyes from the sweat dripping from his hair.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Hey Kandi.”
He says. Ice closes the door behind her and the two massive sized giants glide toward her desk. Kandi looks up and floats her fingers to the top of her desk. She looks up at them.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “We did over ten thousand last night between the two birthday’s parties and the private bachelors party. Not bad for a day’s work. How does it look downstairs?”
Drake nudges Ice as he shrugs his shoulders.
ICE: “Not better than the disaster we walked into this morning, Ms. Washington.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Perfect. I can’t believe we went through that many bottles of patron last night. I do have the most popular gentlemen’s club chain in the world. Kandi Land thrives worldwide, baby!”
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Just as you do.”
She smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Well, I couldn’t do most of it without you.”
Drake sneers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “What can I do for the two of you?”
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Well, we are preparing for the battle royal on Tuesday. Just wanted to see if there was any way we could add Ice to it.”
Kandi’s head start to shake from left to right.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Unfortunately, not. They gave the last opening to Alex Scott.”
A loud grunt comes out of the big man as he sneers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I know, I know, I would have much rather it be her too, especially with the big stupid Russian man in the match.”
Kandi sighs.
ICE:“I happen to know Pasha from Mother Russia. I’ve seen much of what he can do in the ring and Pasha is very scary. I’ve always dreamt of the day to get in the ring with him myself. Drake’s a lucky, lucky fella.”
They both glance at Ice and Kandi rolls her eyes.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Pft. I don’t care what you do with Pasha after this battle royal, Ice; but right now, his role in the battle royal needs to be limited. He needs to be eliminated quickly and swiftly. Drake Knight has to do it on his own. Pasha might be big, but Drake Knight is pure power.”
Kandi hypes up Drake Knight as she pushes her chair out from beneath the desk. She gets up and struts around to the front of the desk, gliding her fingertips on the glass. She makes her way over to Drake and begins running her fingers along the muscle of his back.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I don’t want you to have too worry about the Nomad or World titles, Drake. Your role is to simply exterminate and eliminate all my possible threats. Elevate my position in this god forsaken battle royal and put in a position to win without breaking a single sweat.”
Kandi stops between Sweet Annihilation, but her back toward to Ice. Kandi starts massaging Drake’s left bicep as she admires his highly muscular statute.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Anything for you, Queen.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “You will be rewarded as always.”
She says with a wicked grin.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I’ve already worked with the general manager about rewarding you for your hard work. They know all about Sweet Annihilation and they will know about the success of the team when you dominate the battle royal.”
She points to Drake as she smiles. He looks over at her with a sneer and Ice arches her right eyebrow and cocks her head toward him. She just stares at him.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “My job is to clean the ring and keep it clean for you. I will do my best to get out there before you, so you don’t have to dirty your hands.”
He thrusts his hand across his chest and firmly starts to pound it over his heart.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Kandi, you have an army behind you. You have Ice, Jake, Madison, and me that make up the House of Kandi. In this battle royal, you have an army too because Madison and me are here to make sure you make it lal the way to the top two. I dare anybody try to get pass Madison and if they do, try to get past me. it’s going to be a rough and bumpy road headed to absolutely nowhere. A dead end that will result in their annihilation!”
They share an evil laugh and the scene randomly cuts to black.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Where do I even begin?”
He grabs his chin and cocks his head to the side.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I guess I’ll start at the very bottom. I’ll start with you, Pasha. The Russian who could not beat Thomas Snow. The pitiful giant who proved once again that David can beat Goliath. You make me fucking sick! I couldn’t even stomach watching your match all the way through because you were a disappointment. You were a letdown and you deserve the number one entry. I hope I’m in there to see your entire world crumble when I am the one that snipes the strings. I’m going to be the one who shatters your dreams of ever being the World Champion in Trinity. Pasha, we are the biggest two. We will be macho to macho. Only one will survive.”
He flips the bird to the camera and holds it there steadily.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Just like your match with Snow, it’s not going to be you who survives. You are going to suffer yet another humiliating defeat when I’m the individual that dumps your big ass over the top rope. “Kill, Pasha, kill” is going to be what these Las Vegas’ losers are going to chant when I’m lifting you up way over my head.”
He holds his arm up high and slides it across the top of his head.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Pasha, I’m not in this battle royal to win. The titles mean nothing to me. I’m in this match for the sole purpose to earn the ‘title’ of the beast who eliminated most of the participants. That’s my only agenda. My goal is to seek and destroy everybody in Kandi Washington’s path for greatness.”
He brings his arms across his chest and arches his left eyebrow.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “My goal is to make this victory as easy for Kandi Washington as possible. Allowing her to go in and rush right out with the title in her possession. People call me a puppet of hers. They say I have no balls because I do as she commands. I do what I want and what I want is to help Kandi succeed. My personal goal in this match Pasha is not only to go head-to-head with you, but to be the individual who has the most eliminations in the entire battle royal. I want my name to go down in the history as the hardest working man in the match. Pasha, you can’t even begin to comprehend how valuable that is. It’s one thing to make it to the top four, three, two, and to win it. But how well you’ve done in the match?”
He cocks his head back and sternly stares at the lens of the camera.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I hope I’m in the first three drawings because I want the opportunity to fight alongside you. I want the first opportunity to dump you over the top rope. I want the credit of getting rid of Pasha from the match!”
He raises his right arm and flexes as the muscles in his biceps. He slides it back over the left arm cross his chest.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Pasha, I look at the other participants and I just laugh. I laugh because they believe in their little hearts, they have a shot in the dark at winning the Trinity’s Championship. I find it laughable and quite pathetic. They have no idea of what monster is lurking around the corner. They have no idea what type of beast mode I am going to be in. most of these little boys and girls are half my size. I can throw them around that ring like little dolls. I can snap without breaking a sweat. I can manhandle them like little infants. They want to argue they have what it takes to win. If they can’t beat, and they can’t, then they deserve nothing!”
He shakes his head and snarls.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I’m not like you, Pasha. I don’t allow little pests like Thomas Snow victories over me, especially in a singles match. You had a simple task to do. You could have used your power and strength to win the number thirty spot, but what did you do? You failed. You failed because that’s what you are prone to in your life. You grew up in Russia; you saw failure everyday from the Soviet Union, USSR, and communism. What would be another loss in your life?”
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Thomas, be happy. No, be thrilled. Be thrilled you are number thirty in this battle royal because you get to rest up. Rest up really well. You can watch and study my every move. You will be able to witness my physical power and strength before you even have to step into the ring. You can see how a giant is supposed to be. You can thank your lucky stars that you most likely won’t have to deal with me at all in this match, unless your stubborn ass doesn’t get eliminated until way late in the match. Eliminating you would be sweet for me. It will be sweet for me because I can break the cockiness that has filled your head. You have allowed your victory over Pasha negatively effect the mindset going into this battle royal. I cannot and will not have you think you’re superior in any way, shape, or form. I can’t have you think you are going to be a champion; a champion at Queen Kandi Washington’s expense. It just doesn’t work that way. It never has and it never will!”
He rolls his neck around in a circular motion and briefly shuts his eyes as he’s pondering something.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Thomas, you think you’re some shoe in to win the entire thing because of a fluke victory at the house show. Ha! Think again. Thomas, when I personally take the time and strength to eliminate Pasha, I’m going to become the one and only beast in this battle royal. I will be the Goliath in the match. This Goliath doesn’t go down quite as easy as Pasha did. Nearly all the other contestants are little dolls to me. They are shorter. They weigh less. They are like micromachines and Godzilla. As I’m storming around that ring, my size thirteen boot will be crushing the competition, period. You get to watch it all unfold and transpire backstage. You get to watch and shake in your boots, wondering if I’m still going to be in that ring by the time you make it out there. Guess what Thomas? The odds of me being in the ring when you arrive are greater than none. I will be waiting. I will be looking. And I will be striking when you slide under the bottom rope. I’m going to bring all your nightmares to life. I’m going to bring all your fears to the front. I will expose all your weaknesses for the world to bare.”
A bizarre smile comes over his face as he shows his pearl whites.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Aw yes, Noah Hanson. A man I personally admired and followed throughout his career. I, too, went from country to country: company to company. yearning for opportunities to showcase my strength, power, and skill. Not nearly as successful as you, Noah, but I’m one hell of a tag team competitor. Noah, we never had a singles match and who knows what would have gone down, if we did? I do know if you’ve ever faced Sweet Annihilation, you would have been the one to lose because I excel in tag team wrestling such as you’ve exceled in singles. This week is going to be different. The results aren’t going to be quite in your favor. You’re the prey. But, don’t worry, you’re not the only prey I’m sniffing out. There’s also… Mark Brooks. The history you and I have had Mark is undeniable. Many instances you cheated me out of victories. All flukes. Every single one of your wins over me were flukes. FLUKES! Just the very thought of those instances you beat me make me furious. Makes me want to stride that much more to win. It makes me want to push the envelop that much further and not just beat you, but destroy you!”
He cocks his head up and keeps his chin at height level while his eyes just glaze over the top of the camera crew.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Lex Collins, a man who I know little about, but don’t let that ignorance of my fool you. We will become formally introduced tomorrow night and you will meet the bottom of my soles as your face is crashing into my size thirteen boot. I don’t want there to be any confusion. You are not to win this match: now, then, nor ever. You are supposed to be a steppingstone for Queen Kandi to use at her disposal. You are to be a casualty of war. I’m the army she’s using to proclaim Trinity as her empire! You can run all you want Lex, but there is no hiding in this match. You better watch out because I’m coming and when I’m come, I will be cleaning house. I will be tossing bodies effortlessly over the top rope without thought. The song “bodies” by Drowning Pool will be playing loudly in my head as I run through my alleged competition. Making a name for myself in this battle royal as the most feared man on the Trinity’s roster! Lex has many similar characteristics of Alex Scott. They are both small, spineless men with big mouths. It’s going to be a pleasure to insert my fist down each one of their throats. Choke on that boys and just remember you bought this on yourselves. Nobody asked you to show up. Nobody asked you to spew such garbage. Nobody asked you to try and invade Kandi Washington’s queendom. Just as with any kind of infestation problem, I will be exterminating the little pests to avoid future infestations.”
Drake grins as he nods very confidently.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I look at some of the women in this match. Women like Terra, Kitty, Irina, and Melancholy. The only response I have is laughter. Laughter that these women believe in their little hearts they stand a chance. A chance at victory. A chance at a new life for themselves. I wish my partner Ice was in this match. She would break those women so fast. She would use them as fake furs and carry them around her shoulders like clothing accessories. They don’t want to cross paths with me. they don’t want to experience what so many of the participants are inclined to feel. They better hope they are eliminated before or soon after my arrival. I see no gender. I see no discrimination. Everybody can get squashed! There should be a sign hanging from my neck that reads, “Beware of dog,” because that’s how serious this matter is. That’s how much I lack compassion, remorse, and mercy for my opponents. Twenty-seven other people better expect for their KNIGHT-mare to come to life in the flesh!!”
The scene fades to black.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Not now, Will. Not now.”
There’s a knock at the door. Kandi looks up from her desk.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Come in.”
She says softly. She turns her head back to her double monitor and resumes typing a word document.
Squeak.
The door opens and in walks Drake Knight and Ice from outside the hallway. Ice wearing a pair of short blue jean shorts, white wifebeater tank top, and black leather work boots. Drake has on a pair of white nylon basketball shorts, his bare chest glimpsing from the Vegas’ heat, and a white bandana around his forehead to protect his eyes from the sweat dripping from his hair.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Hey Kandi.”
He says. Ice closes the door behind her and the two massive sized giants glide toward her desk. Kandi looks up and floats her fingers to the top of her desk. She looks up at them.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “We did over ten thousand last night between the two birthday’s parties and the private bachelors party. Not bad for a day’s work. How does it look downstairs?”
Drake nudges Ice as he shrugs his shoulders.
ICE: “Not better than the disaster we walked into this morning, Ms. Washington.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Perfect. I can’t believe we went through that many bottles of patron last night. I do have the most popular gentlemen’s club chain in the world. Kandi Land thrives worldwide, baby!”
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Just as you do.”
She smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Well, I couldn’t do most of it without you.”
Drake sneers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “What can I do for the two of you?”
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Well, we are preparing for the battle royal on Tuesday. Just wanted to see if there was any way we could add Ice to it.”
Kandi’s head start to shake from left to right.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Unfortunately, not. They gave the last opening to Alex Scott.”
A loud grunt comes out of the big man as he sneers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I know, I know, I would have much rather it be her too, especially with the big stupid Russian man in the match.”
Kandi sighs.
ICE:“I happen to know Pasha from Mother Russia. I’ve seen much of what he can do in the ring and Pasha is very scary. I’ve always dreamt of the day to get in the ring with him myself. Drake’s a lucky, lucky fella.”
They both glance at Ice and Kandi rolls her eyes.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Pft. I don’t care what you do with Pasha after this battle royal, Ice; but right now, his role in the battle royal needs to be limited. He needs to be eliminated quickly and swiftly. Drake Knight has to do it on his own. Pasha might be big, but Drake Knight is pure power.”
Kandi hypes up Drake Knight as she pushes her chair out from beneath the desk. She gets up and struts around to the front of the desk, gliding her fingertips on the glass. She makes her way over to Drake and begins running her fingers along the muscle of his back.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I don’t want you to have too worry about the Nomad or World titles, Drake. Your role is to simply exterminate and eliminate all my possible threats. Elevate my position in this god forsaken battle royal and put in a position to win without breaking a single sweat.”
Kandi stops between Sweet Annihilation, but her back toward to Ice. Kandi starts massaging Drake’s left bicep as she admires his highly muscular statute.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Anything for you, Queen.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “You will be rewarded as always.”
She says with a wicked grin.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I’ve already worked with the general manager about rewarding you for your hard work. They know all about Sweet Annihilation and they will know about the success of the team when you dominate the battle royal.”
She points to Drake as she smiles. He looks over at her with a sneer and Ice arches her right eyebrow and cocks her head toward him. She just stares at him.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “My job is to clean the ring and keep it clean for you. I will do my best to get out there before you, so you don’t have to dirty your hands.”
He thrusts his hand across his chest and firmly starts to pound it over his heart.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Kandi, you have an army behind you. You have Ice, Jake, Madison, and me that make up the House of Kandi. In this battle royal, you have an army too because Madison and me are here to make sure you make it lal the way to the top two. I dare anybody try to get pass Madison and if they do, try to get past me. it’s going to be a rough and bumpy road headed to absolutely nowhere. A dead end that will result in their annihilation!”
They share an evil laugh and the scene randomly cuts to black.
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•RECDRAKE KNIGHT: “Where do I even begin?”
He grabs his chin and cocks his head to the side.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I guess I’ll start at the very bottom. I’ll start with you, Pasha. The Russian who could not beat Thomas Snow. The pitiful giant who proved once again that David can beat Goliath. You make me fucking sick! I couldn’t even stomach watching your match all the way through because you were a disappointment. You were a letdown and you deserve the number one entry. I hope I’m in there to see your entire world crumble when I am the one that snipes the strings. I’m going to be the one who shatters your dreams of ever being the World Champion in Trinity. Pasha, we are the biggest two. We will be macho to macho. Only one will survive.”
He flips the bird to the camera and holds it there steadily.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Just like your match with Snow, it’s not going to be you who survives. You are going to suffer yet another humiliating defeat when I’m the individual that dumps your big ass over the top rope. “Kill, Pasha, kill” is going to be what these Las Vegas’ losers are going to chant when I’m lifting you up way over my head.”
He holds his arm up high and slides it across the top of his head.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Pasha, I’m not in this battle royal to win. The titles mean nothing to me. I’m in this match for the sole purpose to earn the ‘title’ of the beast who eliminated most of the participants. That’s my only agenda. My goal is to seek and destroy everybody in Kandi Washington’s path for greatness.”
He brings his arms across his chest and arches his left eyebrow.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “My goal is to make this victory as easy for Kandi Washington as possible. Allowing her to go in and rush right out with the title in her possession. People call me a puppet of hers. They say I have no balls because I do as she commands. I do what I want and what I want is to help Kandi succeed. My personal goal in this match Pasha is not only to go head-to-head with you, but to be the individual who has the most eliminations in the entire battle royal. I want my name to go down in the history as the hardest working man in the match. Pasha, you can’t even begin to comprehend how valuable that is. It’s one thing to make it to the top four, three, two, and to win it. But how well you’ve done in the match?”
He cocks his head back and sternly stares at the lens of the camera.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I hope I’m in the first three drawings because I want the opportunity to fight alongside you. I want the first opportunity to dump you over the top rope. I want the credit of getting rid of Pasha from the match!”
He raises his right arm and flexes as the muscles in his biceps. He slides it back over the left arm cross his chest.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Pasha, I look at the other participants and I just laugh. I laugh because they believe in their little hearts, they have a shot in the dark at winning the Trinity’s Championship. I find it laughable and quite pathetic. They have no idea of what monster is lurking around the corner. They have no idea what type of beast mode I am going to be in. most of these little boys and girls are half my size. I can throw them around that ring like little dolls. I can snap without breaking a sweat. I can manhandle them like little infants. They want to argue they have what it takes to win. If they can’t beat, and they can’t, then they deserve nothing!”
He shakes his head and snarls.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I’m not like you, Pasha. I don’t allow little pests like Thomas Snow victories over me, especially in a singles match. You had a simple task to do. You could have used your power and strength to win the number thirty spot, but what did you do? You failed. You failed because that’s what you are prone to in your life. You grew up in Russia; you saw failure everyday from the Soviet Union, USSR, and communism. What would be another loss in your life?”
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Thomas, be happy. No, be thrilled. Be thrilled you are number thirty in this battle royal because you get to rest up. Rest up really well. You can watch and study my every move. You will be able to witness my physical power and strength before you even have to step into the ring. You can see how a giant is supposed to be. You can thank your lucky stars that you most likely won’t have to deal with me at all in this match, unless your stubborn ass doesn’t get eliminated until way late in the match. Eliminating you would be sweet for me. It will be sweet for me because I can break the cockiness that has filled your head. You have allowed your victory over Pasha negatively effect the mindset going into this battle royal. I cannot and will not have you think you’re superior in any way, shape, or form. I can’t have you think you are going to be a champion; a champion at Queen Kandi Washington’s expense. It just doesn’t work that way. It never has and it never will!”
He rolls his neck around in a circular motion and briefly shuts his eyes as he’s pondering something.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Thomas, you think you’re some shoe in to win the entire thing because of a fluke victory at the house show. Ha! Think again. Thomas, when I personally take the time and strength to eliminate Pasha, I’m going to become the one and only beast in this battle royal. I will be the Goliath in the match. This Goliath doesn’t go down quite as easy as Pasha did. Nearly all the other contestants are little dolls to me. They are shorter. They weigh less. They are like micromachines and Godzilla. As I’m storming around that ring, my size thirteen boot will be crushing the competition, period. You get to watch it all unfold and transpire backstage. You get to watch and shake in your boots, wondering if I’m still going to be in that ring by the time you make it out there. Guess what Thomas? The odds of me being in the ring when you arrive are greater than none. I will be waiting. I will be looking. And I will be striking when you slide under the bottom rope. I’m going to bring all your nightmares to life. I’m going to bring all your fears to the front. I will expose all your weaknesses for the world to bare.”
A bizarre smile comes over his face as he shows his pearl whites.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Aw yes, Noah Hanson. A man I personally admired and followed throughout his career. I, too, went from country to country: company to company. yearning for opportunities to showcase my strength, power, and skill. Not nearly as successful as you, Noah, but I’m one hell of a tag team competitor. Noah, we never had a singles match and who knows what would have gone down, if we did? I do know if you’ve ever faced Sweet Annihilation, you would have been the one to lose because I excel in tag team wrestling such as you’ve exceled in singles. This week is going to be different. The results aren’t going to be quite in your favor. You’re the prey. But, don’t worry, you’re not the only prey I’m sniffing out. There’s also… Mark Brooks. The history you and I have had Mark is undeniable. Many instances you cheated me out of victories. All flukes. Every single one of your wins over me were flukes. FLUKES! Just the very thought of those instances you beat me make me furious. Makes me want to stride that much more to win. It makes me want to push the envelop that much further and not just beat you, but destroy you!”
He cocks his head up and keeps his chin at height level while his eyes just glaze over the top of the camera crew.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “Lex Collins, a man who I know little about, but don’t let that ignorance of my fool you. We will become formally introduced tomorrow night and you will meet the bottom of my soles as your face is crashing into my size thirteen boot. I don’t want there to be any confusion. You are not to win this match: now, then, nor ever. You are supposed to be a steppingstone for Queen Kandi to use at her disposal. You are to be a casualty of war. I’m the army she’s using to proclaim Trinity as her empire! You can run all you want Lex, but there is no hiding in this match. You better watch out because I’m coming and when I’m come, I will be cleaning house. I will be tossing bodies effortlessly over the top rope without thought. The song “bodies” by Drowning Pool will be playing loudly in my head as I run through my alleged competition. Making a name for myself in this battle royal as the most feared man on the Trinity’s roster! Lex has many similar characteristics of Alex Scott. They are both small, spineless men with big mouths. It’s going to be a pleasure to insert my fist down each one of their throats. Choke on that boys and just remember you bought this on yourselves. Nobody asked you to show up. Nobody asked you to spew such garbage. Nobody asked you to try and invade Kandi Washington’s queendom. Just as with any kind of infestation problem, I will be exterminating the little pests to avoid future infestations.”
Drake grins as he nods very confidently.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I look at some of the women in this match. Women like Terra, Kitty, Irina, and Melancholy. The only response I have is laughter. Laughter that these women believe in their little hearts they stand a chance. A chance at victory. A chance at a new life for themselves. I wish my partner Ice was in this match. She would break those women so fast. She would use them as fake furs and carry them around her shoulders like clothing accessories. They don’t want to cross paths with me. they don’t want to experience what so many of the participants are inclined to feel. They better hope they are eliminated before or soon after my arrival. I see no gender. I see no discrimination. Everybody can get squashed! There should be a sign hanging from my neck that reads, “Beware of dog,” because that’s how serious this matter is. That’s how much I lack compassion, remorse, and mercy for my opponents. Twenty-seven other people better expect for their KNIGHT-mare to come to life in the flesh!!”
The scene fades to black.