Nothing seems to be going right for the man known as "Blut Jager" who has been spending most of his time outside just staring at hte people like he had anything better to do. There comes a time that you had to step up and make things happens and that what exactly this very man is planning on doing even if he had to take out the favorites in the company. Some could say that he was more twisted, more deranged, more demented than he has ever been before. Now that he was tired of being overshadowed by others? he si going to make sure that people to feel his wrath no matter what.

Here at Wicked Blood Wresting has always been a place to proves who is the better talent and who truly deserves to be known as best of them all but in the mind of the "Blut Jager" He knew that he is just that since, He had made many people that he encountered nothing more than hell and he plans on furthering it even further.

Scene opensupto the hall way of the arena where Lorcan is seen walking down the hall still wearing his street clothes since, He wasn't even scheduled to appear at all around the company but that wasn't going to stop him from doing what he wants. He kept on walking just thinking of what to do until he stop and look around seeing many people wondering why he was not very happy on the company been treating him but he could care less if they were wanting more out of him as he startted to say to himself.

||Lorcan|| My, This company really have people trying to make history even if they are here or somewhere else. Fools they all are.

The anger of Lorcan could be seen on the face of hs like he was hating the fac that people are labeling him as nothing more than a carbon copy of anyone who had a history of volience and destruction quite like he has. He slowly shakes his head then started to speak again.

||Lorcan|| Hope these people give me something to do. I HATE BEING BORED.

He shouted so everyone could hear him expressing how much anger he had and he so was wanting to unleashed his wrath on anyone who was foolish to come acrossed his path. He turns his head seeing that someone was staring at him like he was an strange person. Lorcan scoffs just thinking why would this person come toward to him as he started to speak.

||Lorcan||Why have to come into my way? Do you know how much I would hurt you without even thinking about it?

Cocky words of the "Blut Jager"? Or was there something behind these green eyes of his? What ever it is? He knew that he would have a challenge awaiting for him from the person.