So, after last weeks FUCKING DISASTER, Wolf Heathen definitely needed to let off some rage. Normally, he didn’t really give a shit about winning or loosing as long as he managed to make his opponent FEEL everything. But for some reason Shawn Blade just got under his skin which is a very rare occurrence. But, shit happens. As for the Ryan Burgess character, he’s got no clue what the fuck he’s getting himself into. Sure, he’s got the X Division title, or whatever title he has, but that doesn’t matter. He won it against Nick Shields for christs sake. YET ANOTHER shining example of why idiots shouldn’t breed. Ryan wants to come off as a badass. He wants to be intimidating. He wants the world to know that he won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone anytime anywhere. But the sad truth is, he is none of these things when compared to Wolf Heathen. No one desires pain and violence more than he does. They may think they do, but they couldn’t possibly fathom how much joy it brings him when they realize that they severely miscalculated how much they thought they’d enjoy it, and start to suffer horribly. Yes, this is Ryan’s future. May his title comfort him while he’s laying supine in a ditch wondering where his life went wrong. Well, you don’t have to wonder, Ryan. They day your career took a massive head first diving shit was when Wolf Heathen introduced himself. What a wonderful night it will be.

“Great, another one. At least this one is partially legible…”

Wolf Heathen shook his head to himself, reading over the letter in his hands. He couldn’t help but laugh, really. It was just one of those things that no matter how serious the writer thinks they are, it just translates as ridiculous and mal adaptive. Death Threats. You have to love them. Apparently some pro everything assholes got a peek at how anti everything Wolf was. Clearly, a person this immoral needs to be aware of how other moral people deal with things they don’t like. They scribble how much they’d like to kill you on a piece of paper and send it your way. This is basic human communication at it’s finest, people. Wolf tossed it into the pile with the others, grinning while he lit his cigarette.

“I do believe this means I’ll have to reply. How tempting.”

Not entirely sure how a reply to a death threat from Wolf Heathen would go. He’d probably just send them a mutilated cat and leave a note that stated they were now cursed or something. Make them paranoid. Anyway, as entertaining as the thought may have been, he definitely had more important things to think about.  He exhaled smoke slowly, raising a brow at the feeling of nails on the back of his neck. He turned his head and watched Elisabeth come towards him, taking a seat in his lap.

“More fools thinking they can scare us off? How laughable.”

She grinned, clawing at his neck a bit.  He groaned quietly, returning the smirk and grabbing a handful of her hair.

“They all think they’re capable of much more than they actually are. They say they are willing to do horrible things, but if they actually had to they’d be surprised at how difficult it is to make yourself seem horrible when you aren’t. Like this Ryan. Sure, he can intimidate a woman easily enough, who can’t? He says he’s not responsible for any harm done to the roster or anyone who fights him. Of course not. He hasn’t done any damage of that magnitude yet and I’m positive he won’t be the one at fault for the violence that’s coming at Adrenaline. I will. And I’ll be perfectly comfortable in doing so.  As I have been since we got here.”

Wolf bit at Elisabeth’s neck, a small moan escaped her lips as she spoke.

“It will be wonderful to see such a downfall. To make those who foolishly pretend to be awful, truly suffer at the hands of those who are nothing but. It will be disastrously delightful…”

She licked at his cheek, drawing blood  It was going to be a long night, ending with pain. Pleasure. And  complete disregard for human life…