The heat of the sun permeates the air, bathing her body in its warm embrace, despite the shade of the umbrella protecting her skin from its rays. The steady radiance from the warm sand under the thin fabric of her blanket lulls her, soothing her nerves and relaxing her. She stretches luxuriously, arching her spine like a cat as she flips onto her stomach, laying her cheek against her forearms, never opening her eyes.

She lets herself drift through her thoughts, never lingering too long on any. Betsy Granger, something she needed to not only speak to the incubus more on, but perhaps she should speak to the woman herself. Would it be wise to approach before she had all the details? Should she be reckless? What would it accomplish? Her upcoming match at Coreytopia. It was proving to be a moment in her career, that could possibly hurtle her into the stars should she desire it to be. All she had to do was survive until the end. And she would love every moment of doing so. Not that anybody else would make it easy on her. She expected nothing less... and truly, she was looking forward to it. There was also the matter of the Left Hand. But right now, this moment was a beach day. She was simply wanting some time to have some leisure before she had to face real life and talk about all the things going through her head with....

A darker shadow falls over her.

She pops a single eye open and lets her gaze travel up the length of a tall, muscular body.

Marf.

He plops down next to her and she obligingly scoots over a bit, his mass taking up most of the blanket. He reclines back, crossing his arms under his head, relaxing with merely a soft sigh. They lay in companionable silence, side by side for a few minutes, until his rumbling voice breaks the stillness. “You wanted to talk Left Hand and Betsy. Never known you to avoid a talk before.” She frowns, eyes opening to see that he was gazing at her. “I’m not, I just wanted to go to the beach.” she informs him. “Mmhmm. You really love spending all your free time laying out in the sun.” She narrows her eyes, contemplating aiming a swat his way, but decides she is far too comfortable to bother. He was right after all. “On occasion I do.” she grumbles.

“You at least put on sunscreen? SPF 10,000?” He was really asking for it today. Her eyes drift to his mouth, noting the slight twitch. “Funny. Very funny.” she huffs slightly, but unable to keep a small smile from playing about her mouth in return.

Silence returns between them while Lycana gathers her thoughts. In reality, they had already spoken on it. At least a tiny bit. She also knew very well how he felt about things, given his long rampage about it in his promo. She had been a bit shellshocked to say the least. They were close, understood each other better than most, and had very little secrecy between them. Hell, she had access to his mind, and he into hers should they each desire it but they tended to respect each others head space. She had known that he was feeling a bit out of sorts. She could sense his unhappiness with things for a good amount of time before it had all shattered around them yet again. They had broached the subject, but not delved deep into things, just making the agreement to push forward and be the best they could be. They had avoided the feelings behind it all...

And now here it all was at the surface, boiling, a roiling, living thing that stretched between them, pulling her in two different directions.

It seemed something that she valued so much, would be the sticking point in this issue. Loyalty. She had pledged herself to the group. Taken on the mantle of leader for the Left Hand. Been one of the strongest, staunchest supporters. She had thrown herself in, never backing down from any challenge that came their way. In the great obstacle course that had been the factions run through the XWF, she had taken her blows, dodged the swinging machetes, and plowed her way through whatever stood in her way to the best of her ability. And they all just kept coming, over and over again. Blow after blow, none of it had taken them down. They had weathered it all. She had stood firm.

With him by her side. Because her loyalty to him... surpassed anything she had ever known. In turn, he gave her the same devotion. Nobody really understood it. They saw Marf and Lycana and thought the Left Hand had been what kept them together, that it was the thing that joined them together and nothing could be farther from the truth. Their time had started from the moment they had crossed paths so long ago. Way back to the days he had first started coming to her, hidden under the hood. The bond had started to be forged then, an artificial one meant to prove to one another they were what they said. In the end, it had not been needed, unknown forces had shoved them headfirst into it, showing them none of Lycana’s magic was needed. They were already one and the same. Their desires, their passions, their lust for violence. They were all intertwined, forging something that could not be shaken. Something that had its basis in things far beyond anything a mere group could offer. For lack of a better term, they belonged to one another.

And now?

Now her two loyalties had split off from one another. Granted, the Left Hand was dead in the XWF, but that wasn’t the only chapter. She had so many who were looking at her for direction. So many who were seeing her as the leader, wanting her to run it all, even while she was elsewhere. And that was the gist of it. She would have to take time off and go from fed to fed to fed, to be sure things were going well. Constant trips. Giving up the things she loved in order to be everything for everyone else. To drop her goals for the bigger picture. It was something she was willing to do for the good of the group, and for the ultimate end all plans. But there was something else... Something she was not willing to forgo for it.

Him.

She was not willing to give him up.

“Well?” his voice breaks through her thoughts, and she realizes she has been quiet, just staring at him for an extended period of time. She blinks, trying to come up with a plan of action on the fly. She could do it in the ring, why the hell was this so much more difficult? She didn’t think this would cause a rift between them, but could she really be sure of that? She would have to take the risk. “Look, I know I said that I would hand off the reins of the Left Hand...” her voice trails away. That probably wasn’t the best way to start this out, leaping right into the heart of the matter. She had meant to ease in a bit more subtly.

Marf stares at her patiently. “...but?” A brow arches. “But....” she starts, then pauses once more, struggling to find the right words. “I can't just let it go without... Knowing where you stand. If I decided to keep on with this. I would be moving forward... without you. Where would that even leave us?” He rolls towards her, leaning on his elbow. “I’m not going anywhere. Not after all the work we’ve put in. Not after all the bodies we’ve left in our wake. If you’d like to continue holding the reins for Left Hand, I’ll still support you. But the key word is you. I’m not running away from anything; I just didn’t want to associate with a group that has accomplished nothing aside from attempting to steal our glory. A group that brought the majority of the roster against us at every turn. A group that despite our loyalty, never had our best interests in mind. If you want to still drag that name along with you, I won’t agree with it but I won’t abandon you for it...”

“It's hard for me, I suppose. You know how I feel about loyalty. I pledged my allegiance; I gave my loyalty over to the Baphomet... But I also gave it to you. And you have always stood beside me, no matter what I did, or what happened with the group.” she rubs her face. “I understand that. I pledged my allegiance too. To both of you. And only one of you has firmly stood beside me the entire time. The other saw me as nothing more than a brute lapdog. One of you has proven your loyalty to me multiple times. The other, frankly hasn’t been around to prove anything to me...” Marf lets out a sigh before continuing. “You were closer to him than I was, I get where you’re coming from. If you’re carrying the torch or burden still, it is what it is. I’m still here.”

“I see where you are coming from, I do. I always tried to keep the faith that things would get better... except they didn’t. I feel like, if I keep on with this, that it will effect what we have.” she hesitates. “And I don’t want that. I want to be here, by your side... not being pulled in all the different directions it will take to lead the rest, and keep them where we need to be. To keep them on track. To have to go to the other feds and leave you behind. It seems like such an easy thing, but it's not for me.”

“Well, I’m not going to tell you what to do, that is not my decision to make. It seems as though you have a choice to make. Whatever you come up with I will be here to support you.” She shifts her body, reaching out to touch his arm. “I think I already have. It's just... putting it out into the universe.” She looks deep into his cobalt eyes. “You have never let me down, and always looked out for what's best for us. I have to as well. And that’s letting go of the Left Hand, and putting the Dissentients first.” She stops for a brief moment, cocking her head to the side. “Although I do still have Baph’s body....”

“...Can we just go like one week without the really weird shit? Dead girls in our bed, asshole wolves, come on!” Marf can’t keep a straight face and starts chuckling. “Why did you keep his body?” She joins him, a soft snort escaping before she subsides into a giggle. “A week might be asking too much...” she slowly grows serious once more. “He’s alive Marf. In a coma, but he is alive. I have one of my best healers on it... but she isn't even sure what way it's going to go. That is one thing, I at least need to stay involved with.”

“Well, that piece of information adds a lot more sense to this. Do what you need to do, just keep me informed of what’s going on. I’d prefer the heads up on a zombie Baph showing up...” Lycana laughs lightly, rolling onto her back, hovering on the very edge of the blanket. “I suppose I can at least do that for you, given all the other crazy I put you through.”

“As for Betsy... Well, I need to talk to Finneas about it a little bit more. But I think you are right, and I do need to go to her and ask her what is going on. But when do I do that? And how? Just catch her in the back and ask outright? Do I wait until I know more?” she slows down. “What more could there be to know? At least that you could find out on your own without her. I don’t think you have a choice at this point Lycana. You can't put it off forever if it keeps eating away at you, so badly that you're dreaming about it.” he points out. “And you know I don’t like her. I don’t understand what the two of you have going on.” A small snort comes from Lycana. “I don’t fully understand it myself. It’s a bunch of things that combine into something that I just can't resist, what can I say?”

“Just be careful. I wouldn’t trust her or any of the Legacy assholes she pals around with. Look at Atara, she already proved they can't even trust each other, and if that’s what they do to ‘family’, come on now.” he cautions. “I don’t plan on being her best friend Marf, just... I have questions. And I enjoy her. I do. I can't explain it. But trust her? I’m not that much of a fool.” she scrunches up her nose at him.

“Sometimes I wonder. You do tend to do a lot of stupid things sometimes.” a teasing tone has come back into his voice. He settles back down, turning his face to the sky and closing his eyes with a satisfied look on his mug. “Oh? It sounds like I should go somewhere where I’m more appreciated.” Not a single change to his expression. “Maybe I’ll go and join BoB.” Still nothing. “Just wait until Andre Dixon hits me up.” Not even a damn flicker of anything.

“Maybe I’ll agree to go out with him if he wanted. I’ll bet he is a smooth talker, says all the right things. Has all the right moves. I’m sure I would have a fine time. Maybe I’ll go and hit him up myself. Why wait?” Was she mistaken, or was that a little semblance of a smile, gone within milliseconds? She sits up, and continues to try and push his buttons.

“Maybe I’ll let him steal me away from you.”

THAT got a response. Hearty laughter bubbles up from his throat, continuing on for a time before subsiding.

“Please, we both know he couldn’t handle you even on his best day...pretty sure you’re stuck with me.” he says between chuckles. She makes a face at him, grabbing a double handful of sand, tossing it on him. She opens her mouth, fully intending on shooting back some witty rejoinder about being stuck with him, but she never gets a chance.

In one smooth move, he explodes from his reposing position, scooping her up, causing a squeak to emerge from her open mouth instead.

He marches across the blinding white sand, Lycana dangling from his arms towards the water. She looks in the direction they are going, squinting her eyes at the brilliance of the sun sparkling off the waves. Then she looks up at the determination on Marf’s face. “No.” He looks down at her, smug humor shining in his eyes. “No! Don’t you dare!” She begins to squirm, fighting against the strong bands of his arms. He never stops his forward momentum.

She grabs uselessly at his bare shoulders, fingers not finding any purchase on them. She continues to wiggle, despite the futile nature of such efforts against his strength. And still, they drew ever nearer to his destination. “Don't even think about it Marf! Marf! I swear, if you do this, I’m going to.... MARF!!!”

His name ends on a yelp as he plants his feet firmly in the sand and heaves, launching her into the sky in a whirlwind of flailing limbs and swirling blue hair.

The world spins around her as she flies through the air, the dark blue hurtling towards her until she smacks into it with a splash. The cold water swallows her as she sinks down below the surface. As soon as the force of her drop slows, she kicks, propelling herself upwards She breaks the surface and sucks in a deep lungful of air. She spins around, turning to face the beach once more, but there was nobody there. Her brow crinkles in confusion when Marf suddenly erupts out from under the water in front of her.

She shoots her hands forward, sending a small wall of water crashing over him. He responds in kind, splashing her right back. A playful miniature war ensues, Marf quickly gaining the upper hand. Lycana waves her hands in surrender and he slows to a stop. She spits out a mouthful of salty water, coughing and chuckling. He pulls her over and she relaxes against him, blinking peacefully as he keeps them afloat. She is about to say something when her eyes spy something over his shoulder... no, not something, someone... standing on the shoreline.

Her hair is like a bright scarlet beacon in the sun as she stands, looking out over the water at them. A low growl sounds in Lycana’s throat, causing Marf to pull her back, searching her face for answers. He follows the direction of her stare. “Is that who I think it is?” Lycana simply nods. An answering growl comes from Marf. “We could drown her.”

“Don't tempt me.” In tandem, they swim back in, as the figure on the shore crosses her arms and waits. Lycana’s feet hit the bottom, and she trudges through the knee high water, her eyes flashing a brilliant fire as she aims directly for the redhead. “What the hell do you want Arcana?” she snarls. “We need to talk Lycana.” Arcana keeps her arms crossed, refusing to back down a step. “What could you possibly have to say to her after what you did? And how did you find us anyway?” Marf arrived, coming up behind Lycana.

“Location spell.” Arcana barely spares Marf a glance, her eyes never leaving the sapphire haired witch. “Trust me, you want to hear this....” She is cut off quickly. “Trust you?! You helped Shawn Wylde kidnap me! After that you expect me to care about anything you have to say?” Lycana is incredulous. “Look, can we talk alone?” Arcana seems hopeful. “Not a damn chance. I don’t even want to talk to you. As far as Im concerned, you can go fuck yourself.” Lycana informs her, starting the slow walk back up towards the blankets. Marf glowers at Arcana, his hands itching to go around her throat, but he follows, the duo leaving Arcana standing alone. Her voice rings out behind them, stopping Lycana in her tracks with one simple sentence.

“Lycana, Damien is dead!”

She slowly turns, cerulean eyes clashing with amber ones. She says nothing, ice water flooding her veins despite the hot sun beating down. The fine hairs on the nape of her neck rise, almost in anticipation of Arcana’s next words.

“Damien is dead... and I need you to bring him back.”

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“We have arrived at the eve of our wonderful little Mayday celebration and I could not be more pleased. The time for standing in front of the cameras and putting on a show is coming to a close, and soon we will all get to put actions to our promises in the middle of the ring at Coreytopia. I have to admit, this did not go quite as I had expected it to. I had expected everyone to come charging forward, putting their best foot forward, eager to show themselves off in front of the camera, letting the world know how much they wanted this opportunity.

Instead... we got a bunch of nothing from a lot of people, a couple half assed acts, and only a select few actually bothering to show they care.

Unless they're going to come in at the deadline with something outstanding, I can honestly say that I am a bit disappointed with the lack of enthusiasm entrants are showing in this thing.

We still have a whole lot of absolutely nothing from Barney Green, Jenny Myst, and Mickey Kinkade.

Have I mentioned how baffled I am about all this?

Barney... I expected much more from you. Oh wait, that makes it seem like I thought you had a chance. Let me rephrase that. I expected SOMETHING from you. Something more than dead silence anyway. It is clear you don’t really want this. Maybe you just wanted a bit of glory from the old days. Perhaps you just wanted to look useful to BoB. You’re not doing them any favors by remaining silent. What you're doing Barney, is standing in my way and right now, that is a very dangerous place to be. We fought side by side before... but now, now you are on the other side and I am not going to bat an eyelash at the chance to put you out.

Miss Myst! Are you still a part of BoB? Is that why you joined in, just to be a body? Did that get into your head so much you just couldn’t even bring yourself to say a damn word about it? To pretend you had the gumption to go for the Universal Title? Is that not it at all? Did you just find yourself lost, not knowing where to turn after loss after loss, unable to get your precious Shooting Star back, unable to go anywhere at King of the Ring? How... underwhelming I must say. The measure of a person is how they take their losses Jenny, and you... you are showing what not to do. Instead of brushing yourself off and coming back ten times harder because you have something to prove, but instead you are just not showing up at all.

The Kink... comes on Warfare like a raging hard-on, making it seem like he a poised and standing at attention, and instead... falls limp in the heat of the moment, when the time to rise is at hand. Just proving himself as someone who is all show. Hell, I'm being generous giving you that title! Because in these weeks up to Mayday, you had your chance to put on a show. To hop in front of the camera with the same zest for battle that you did on Warfare.... and you did not. And you think you deserve a chance to face Chris Page again? You flubbed your first go at him... and now, now you're just... not doing shit when faced with the chance to get at someone you say you want to so badly. That tells me exactly how you second shot at Chris Page would go... and that’s exactly the damn same as the first.

The mystery opponent seems to have fucked off into the great beyond after a bunch of nothing. That was a letdown.

Much like you Reggie. I guess your one claim to fame here is that you pulled yourself out of the dumpster and at least showed your face and tried to talk some game. You failed miserably at it but I mean... you tried. Youre confused as hell, but you tried. Listen, you sound just like your two friends over there, except you don’t play at rapping, which I can heartily thank you for. You come on and you talk about how you don’t think you are going to come out the last man standing... which, the rest of us had already come to that conclusion the moment we saw your name on the card. You say you shouldn’t be in another battle royal, that you won't make it... well, you won't find any arguments here. Then you say you are going to do it for the people... for the voiceless and those who can't stand up for themself. No. No, you won't. You won't be a knight on a valiant steed, you'll just be a flop on a jackass, headed into one of the worst nights of their life. So many have come before you, claiming the same damn thing... hell, Demos and R.L. legit said about the same thing you should probably hit them up. Join their merry band of morons so you can all fail together.

Just like you failed in the turmoil Demos. Look, none of us are stupid enough to believe the thought of you sneaking into this thing didn’t cross your mind. The lies you spew from your treasonous mouth are many, and come often. For someone who wants truth and justice, you spout off more falsehoods than anyone. You skulk about, looking to capitalize where you can. You come from the crowds. You come from under the ring. You hit from behind. All these things, such villainous and underhand moves are they not? For someone who wants to be the hero, you sure do utilize furtive acts.

You are nothing but a fraud Demos... you identify much more with those that you are trying to chase out of the XWF than you care to admit. You would fit in well among the ranks and perhaps that rankles you. Perhaps that is why you rebel against it... you are fighting the very fact that you, yourself... are one of the ‘bad guys’ deep inside. You think you have all the answers, because you are so close to being just like them that it frightens you. So, you are uselessly lashing out. Your true nature will surface time and time again, until you give in. It doesn’t matter if its Demos, or Charlie Nickles, or Charlie Dimes... when one falls the rest will follow. With you being at such a war with yourself, do you even have time for a war against others?

I guess the questions will all be answered in time. You will show some of your hand tomorrow, during Mayday if you decide to show up. Knowing that you are banned from Corey’s place, will you still find your way into the ring with the rest of us? Will you come in at the last moment, try to swoop in and steal victory from those who have battled, who actually have a chance? I’m not talking about a chance at winning... I’m talking about a chance to go on and actually compete for the Universal title. You do not have that carrot dangling to spur you on. Unless of course, you try to find some surreptitious way around your agreements with BoB as well. That of course, brings us full circle to the fact that you are nothing but a perfidious coward.

Sil, oh sweet sweet Sil. Here you are, talking about people needing to be original... and what did you do? You yanked out literally, the most overused, worn out, tired card when it comes to me. Worshiping the devil. How trite of you Sil. You say we all say the same things about you, and that’s probably because you don’t have shit else about you to talk about. Your personality is bland as all fuck. You come in with the same ‘Oh, I am the best in the world.’ mentality as so many. Singing your own praises because nobody else is about to do it. You act like you are the best of the best.... just like hundreds of others who have come before you. But Sil is original.

The reason people talk about your physique so much, is because it’s the only damn original thing about you. It's not every day you see a walking pile of meat with no brain. You knew you didn’t have shit to go on in any other category, so you just focused on the only one that might get you some sort of attention. Like an unwanted child, you didn’t care if it was negative or positive and now you thrive, oh you say you simply thrive on all the hate and comments thrown your way! But you are damn sure to bitch and moan about them, aren't you? If you want us to talk about something more about you being a musclebound moron, you actually have to BE something more than a musclebound moron.

Although to be quite frank Sil, nobody really gives too much of a shit about you. It's not that we try to pretend you don’t exist, we just don’t care that you do. You come in talking about what a fine three-hundred-pound giant you are, then bitch that all we see is your muscles. You open your mouth and vomit out a bunch of crap, alternating from how good you are to complaining about how people see you... so of course we are just going to ignore all that. You don’t have shit to say that makes anyone care enough to look further. You have a single win under your belt, and for those who give a shit about win/loss records, I'm sorry to tell you... that’s not going to make them bat an eyelash. They are going to give that a quick once over, see who you were facing and move right along.

Perhaps if you won this battle royal tones would change but let's be real. You won't be the one walking out of this thing with the victory. You are far too outclassed, outgunned, and overly cocky. You ever hear that cliché the bigger they are the harder they fall? Oh, I'm sure you have, probably multiple times. For you, it’s the damn truth. The weight of that ego is going to take you right over that top rope when you least expect it, from someone you likely thought never had a chance. Hope you're hungry Sil, because you are going to be eating a shitload of crow.

Like Miss Fury. Miss Fury who doesn’t think Lycana works hard enough. Miss Fury who doesn’t believe Lycana can think for herself. Miss Fury who thinks Lycana cannot adapt to her new world, as she puts it.

Oh, but my dear, I have already begun.

Tell me Fury, when the Baphomet first left the XWF, what happened? Did I crumble to the ground, bemoaning my fate of being left by the leader of the Left Hand? No... I stepped up into his place, building the reputation of the Dissentients with Marf. The two who were most loyal, the two pillars of strength, the dominant force within... we came on, over and over again not letting the loss of the man who led us shake our ideals. Not letting that stop us from doing what we needed and wanted to do in this company, in that ring. We came up from the bottom, brought to face the cream of the crop over and over again. We showed that we had what it took to stand among the best during Snow Job, and now... we just tore through the rest to earn our spot as number one contenders for the Tag gold. What did that take Fury?

Work.

Work that was gladly put in. Work that was never an option for me. I was never one to be satisfied with mediocre like so many in this company. Instead of bitching over a loss, I worked harder, pushed myself further. And I will continue to do so. I will continue to climb the ladder no matter how many rungs I'm kicked back down. It's that WORK Miss Fury, that will not only topple TNGBs should they get by Cent and Ruby, but it's that work that I have put in, that will come and bite you in the ass as I toss you over the ropes.

What I think, Miss Fury is that you just saw the long list of losses and made some assumptions. What I think is that you believed that even though I followed a man, that I was doing everything I was for him, and him only. Instead of for the pure pleasure of getting my hands bloody. To sate the need for violence that crawls through me on the daily. What I THINK Miss Fury, is that you underestimated me and everything I bring to the table. What I THINK, is that you assumed that I was just some mindless little puppet, who would be as lost as a broken kite on the wind with the downfall of the Left Hand. Someone who would be mewling about, looking for another hand to grasp onto for help, unable to stand on her own two feet.

Instead, Miss Fury, what you are going to get is the wolf who was leading the pack. One of the strong ones, who provided for the ones behind her, not the other way around. The one who has no problem coming for anyone who has an issue with her. The one who doesn’t NEED the name of a pack to back her up. What you're going to get, is my teeth sunk deep into your skin until I extract the amount of flesh I wish from you.

You are under the impression that I am now bound by my losses. Struggling to find my way. You are wrong. My path has never been clearer. If anything, the chain has been taken off, freeing me to cause as much destruction, in whatever direction I please. And that chain, my dear Miss Fury? That chain was not there to hold me back you seem to think... it was for everyone else's protection. Now it is gone, and nobody will be safe should I want a piece of them. And right now, you are standing right smack in the middle of a place you probably don’t want to be. And that’s within my sights.

How's that for adapting?

You know Bets, I think we should have a bit of a chat about our match, since you are so damn upset about it still. You bring it up all the time, coming up with all these different excuses on why you lost. But you definitely have your favorite. All you seem to want to do is say that I couldn’t have won without using the TV title on you, so let's get down to the other fine details. You say that Lycana had to resort to cheating to get a win. Let's dig a little bit deeper, shall we?

I admit it, I was the first to test the rules that we were bound by, seeing if you were willing to get a little frisky with me. My mouth sliding over yours, lips gently pressing upon one another, trading heated breaths as my teeth tore their way through your delicate flesh. The taste of your blood spurting onto my tongue was glorious my love! Like the sweetest ambrosia, it intoxicated as much as it aroused. The look in your eyes, seeing the crimson smeared across your face... the fire was lit inside of you, and in turn my kindling was sparked.

You can't say we don’t bring out the dark side in one another, you seemingly more so than me. I am always willing to spill a little blood, myself or someone else's... I am always willing to play just a little beyond the rules to hear that perfect pitch to a scream of pain. But you? You are normally the good one. Not in this case. This time, I pulled the cord that turned on Dark Betsy, didn’t I? Because it was you... you who started to get rough and rowdy. It was you who pulled the mats up, to get at that concrete flooring underneath. It was your goal to slam my body down onto it, and you did. Not even just once. You did it twice.

Twice you brought me hurtling down onto the floor, looking to hurt me, looking to put me away. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You pinned me, and then broke your own cover. It was delicious! I knew then, you had flipped your switch. You had given in to that darker side of you, letting it take over and rule your judgements. You weren't in this just to win, you wanted to hurt me just as much as I wanted to hurt you. And I rejoiced.

What was next for my obsidian angel?

Oh, that’s right!

It’s the part that you all seem to want to skip right over. A true pity, because it truly was a work of art. A move unexpected out of you Betsy. You went out and got yourself a chair while the ref was down. You felt that smooth, cool metal in your hot little hands. You felt the eager thrum throughout your veins. You heard your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, imagining how it would feel to bring it down over my head and knock me out so that you could win. Victory was there, you could taste it.

Except I ducked.

And got the chair away from you. And gave to you, just what you had planned to give me, instead. Do you really want everyone to believe that you would not have tried to pin after using the chair Bets? That you would have suddenly come to your senses and started moaning into your hands. Oh dear! Oh my! Whatever have I done! I cannot win like this! No, this is not me!

Bullshit Betsy.

You would have gladly gotten the three count and walked away just as smug as you always do, praising yourself for getting one up on Lycana. Except you did not. You ate the chair shot. From the chair YOU bought into the ring. From the chair YOU decided you needed to use to win. And then on came everyone's favorite part, where Marf came out and left his gold where I could get my hands on it. How come you couldn’t see me coming with it Betsy? Like I saw you coming with the chair? Why was it okay for you to try and use a chair, but not okay for me to use the belt? Tit for tat and all that. Is it because you failed, so now you need to set up a huge ass fuss because things didn’t go as you planned?

What hurts the most Bets? The loss, or the fact that you tried to play the game and I did it better?

You started the ‘illegal objects’ gamble, and you made a mess of it.

So, you can sit there and whine about all the ‘ifs’ you want. You can call it a fluke. You can say I cheated. Nothing will change the fact that I have a win over you. Nothing will change the fact that you felt the need to bring in a chair to put me away and that backfired on you. If you can't stand the heat baby girl, get the fuck out of the kitchen and leave such things to people who can handle it.

But you won't, you’ll just keep on squalling little complaints while carefully ignoring anything that might make Miss Betsy Boo look like a hypocrite, won't you? I do hope you bring out that lovely immoral side of you out to play during this battle royal though. I do love that side of you. This glittering jewel, sparkling with rainbows and light... pulling a shroud of onyx velvet about herself. A fiendish and diabolical light taking over your beautiful emerald eyes. The unholy desire to hurt and draw blood... it literally emanates from you is visible waves. Don’t be scared of her Betsy... You allowed her out on a leash on Warfare... Now let her completely out of that cage you keep her locked in and let her come to Mayday.

But that still won't help your newfound friend Robert Main, will it?

Mr. Main... You have this thing, where you think if you kill the head, the body will die. Do you know how many people thought that about the Left Hand? Now the Baphomet is gone, and there were members who scattered, the strong are still here. Marf and I still roam these hallways, and have now gone on to show that we have a hell of a lot to prove. Do you really think that should you get through this battle royal, and then go on to beat Page, that BoB will just dissipate and all flee to new arenas? If that’s truly what you are thinking is going to happen, TK hit you even harder than I thought he did.

No, the odds of that happening are... oh I'd say about zero. What do I think would happen? I'm glad to tell you. IF, and that’s a very strong IF, you managed to somehow chase Page from the XWF, Miss Fury would simply step into his place and go on running things. The odds are, Page would still be around, and just keep coming back for you. You would also have a long line of the rest of BoB looking to take you on and wrest the Universal title right back out of your hands no matter how long it took. Hell, they’d be lining up just for a shot to kick your ass. Truly, that’s the most likely option of all. Like it or not, and to tell you the truth, I'm currently not a fan of them, BoB is here to stay. You beating Page has about as much muster as all the warriors who screamed about taking the Left Hand down. They never did and neither will you when it comes to BoB.

You think that nobody else has your passion, and your drive to win. You would be totally off in my case. I have more passion and drive than you ever will. While you have your eyes focused on righting a wrong, on mere revenge, my eyes are glued to making a point of everyone on the roster who matters. To face down the best of the bets, regardless of the outcome. To keep working until I can stand among them, and make them sweat seeing my name next to theirs on the card. I have not accomplished nearly what I plan to Mr. Main. And one of those goals, you are now in my way for. You see, I want to get my hands on Chris Page while he is still sporting that pretty little belt of his. I want to get him when he is cocky, riding on a high... laughing when he sees Lycana is coming his way.

Do you know why that is Robert?

Because when you are cocky and egotistical, mistakes are made. When you try to twist things around to suit your nature, it can become more and more easy to get tangled up in your own web of lies and half-truths. Look at R.L. Edgar... he took a bit of a stumble and I called him on it. He slipped up in that ring and I was able to flip things on him. Betsy Granger let her ego get in the way when we faced off, thinking she was better and that she could outsmart me. She did not. I hope you are taking notes Mr. Main, your ego is shining just as brightly as the man you loathe so damn much.

My time has just started here. My sun just beginning to rise. I had only just started in this fed when I was tossed up among some of the best, and now I am starting to find my footing. I imagine when you finally decide to say something about me, you’ll have a lot to talk about. Do you think you will have anything to surprise me with? Something that I haven't heard before? I certainly hope so. I’ve heard quite a few jabs before, some every single time someone does a promo against me, and they have never stopped me. So, you go on, throw those sticks and stones. Sharpen all the knives you got and take a stab at my heart. You are destined to fail.

You call yourself honest, and that’s what you will get from me Mr. Main. Pure, blunt, honesty. So let me tell you that I think you are a lying sack of shit. You are not being honest in the least. If you were, you would see the credible threats entering this ring with you. Why would you consider all of us not worth stepping in the ring with you? Is it because the majority of us are relatively new and you just can't stand to see new blood coming up and dethroning a veteran? Is it your ego getting in the damn way again? No wonder you have an agreement with Miss Betsy, you are two of a kind in that department. If you don’t see her as a threat, how come you are making a lil something something with her?

You know what else you aren't honest about? That this is not about getting your hands on the Uni belt again, despite your claims to the contrary. If it wasn’t, would you be in this little battle royal that you despise so much just to get your hands on Chris Page? Let's take a little sneak peek about what you said.

”I want to make this crystal clear, this battle royal, isn’t about winning the Universal Championship for the second time in my career.”

There it is. Robert Main says this isn't about getting the gold. For the second time in his career. The ego couldn’t go by without letting the world know he’s had it once before... because that’s clearly very important when he’s talking about it not being the reason he signed up. But then there was...

“But my business is heading to Leap of Faith where I will take back something that belongs to me.”

The camera zooms in on Robert’s face.

”The Universal Championship.”

Wait... wait... what was that, Robert? Was that talking about getting your hands on the belt? The thing this wasn’t about? Huh. Doesn’t sound like you were being quite as honest as you wanted us to believe.

Believe me when I tell you this... I am here to make myself known, to be known for my love of the battle. To take joy in the fight and to do that, I need to face the best of the best. I want to be pushed to my limits and farther still. I won't settle for anything less than where I have been playing now. So, every single person who is coming into this battle royal, is in my way to get to my ultimate goal.

Tomorrow, we all go in, and only one can win. I don’t know when my time will come to arrive in that ring, but I look forward to getting my hands on every single one of you. As many as I possibly can. This is not just a stepping stone to me, like it is to so many others. This match, while not quite the caliber of facing Chris Page himself... it a buffet of sadism waiting to happen. With the sheer numbers of us in there, it is sure to be chaotic and quite wonderful. I hope you all are as ready as I am... The Dark Vixen of Violence is coming to precious Corey’s commune... ready to bring down a world of hurt on everyone.”