The holidays were over, thank God, a new year had begun people had made resolutions they most likely already have broken. Dante didn’t really care for the holiday season. Nothing personal, he just didn’t. It wasn’t as if he was like the Grinch or Ebenezer Scrooge. Screw it he thought to himself and hoisted his body out of the chair that was situated in the locker room he and his Money Inc 2.0 partner Shadow shared. Shadow and his Dynamic Twin duo Ai and Yu were off somewhere, this time MI2.0’s business didn’t require them to team up…at least not for the matches. Dante yawned and stretched as he walked over to the desk he had had installed and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He lifted the glass with it’s intoxicating contents to the level of his eyes and watched it.
Dante(to himself): “What the?”
He almost dropped the glass as he saw what he believed to be a face in the liquid. It was a woman’s face, her pale features framed by long jet-black absolutely straight hair. Her eyes had a familiar glow, he saw the same glow everytime he looked in the mirror. She looked worried for about a second and then the face disappeared. Dante put the glass down and left the room.
***Change of scenes***
It was neigh on a tradition for the area around the commissioner’s door to be crowded as soon as the fixtures were put up. Dante walked over to the thinning crowd to see who he would take on. He scanned the fixture’s equally looking for his name and memorizing the card…”Shadow Vs Josh Mitchell” caught his attention. He smirked and shook his head.
Dante: “Too easy!”
He resumed his reading and finally found his own name on the fixture’s sheet. “Jason Dante VS Gproopdog”. Dante shrugged…Gproopdog.
Dante: “GProopdog”
He said out loud as if to jog his mind if he had fought him before. He came to the conclusion that if he had, it hadn’t been memorable.
By this point, the area was empty as everyone had seen what they came to see, and he left to prepare. Dante stuck his hands in his pockets and turned around, thinking about what his angle would be this time…He didn’t really have any kind of connection with Gproop, no reason to do…He was interrupted by a voice that seemed to come both from behind him and from within his head.
“Jason Christopher Dante, every man ever born is your sworn enemy, an enemy that deserves you hatred and enemy that deserves to feel your wrath!”
He turned around only to see an empty corridor…He could see some stagehands further down the corridor dragging equipment out to the centre of the arena, but the voice heard like it had originated close to him. He felt a slight sensation of worry shoot through his mind, then he heard the voice again.
“Jason Christopher Dante, you have denied what you are for far to long, take this chance to realize your true nature…Focus your hate for the “normals” on Gproopdog, make him suffer for your pain.”
Dante took of his shades as he stood with his back to the point where the voice seemed to have stemmed from, a smirk crossed his face and his eyes blazed with a deep crimson, as plans began to form in his head.
He returns to the locker room, downs the whiskey is one gulp and grabs the Bleeder title. As he walks past the mirror, he stops and stares at his reflection. For a brief second, his visage seems to change and a familiar voice says:
“I told you that it wasn’t worth it!”
Dante shakes of the uneasy feeling and leaves to find Gproopdog.
***Later***
The people seem relaxed after the holidays ready to go back to this work with full vigour. With his bag swung over his shoulder, Gproopdog enters the backstage area. He is met with at first smiles and “hello agains” but as he gets close to his locker-room, the faces of the people he meets gets serious and downright fearful. The mood starts to affect his own mood as he approaches his locker-room only to find the door open.
Dante had been sitting in the empty locker-room for about 10 minutes trying to conjure up a reason for him to be here and more importantly a reason to hate or even dislike Gproop, all that disappeared when Gproop walked in. Dante was filled with an inexplicable rage and feelings of hate bubbled up in him. Dante got to his feet and with a voice that could freeze the sun he said.
Dante: “Groopdog, I’ve been waiting for you!”
Gproop: “Really? I wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t told me.”
Dante calmed down, he needed to cool, disdainful attitude now, not the Serial killer mentality.
Dante: “Cute, Just exactly who the fuck do you think you are?”
Gproop: “Excuse me? What the hell is up with you?”
Dante: “Don’t give me that bullshit! We both know that I’m way above matches against low-rate scum like you!”
Gproop(Getting pissed off): ”Lo-rate scum? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Get off your high horse Mr. Ex-IC champ or I’ll drag you off it! Don’t take out your title-loss related frustration on me!”
Dante’s reaction was quick and unpredictable. His right hand flew out hand clasped around Gproops throat. A Shark’s grin formed on Dante’s lips as he squeezed harder and harder. Gproop seemed stunned over Dante’s violent reaction. He tried to get Dante’s hand from his throat, but Dante seemed stronger. After just a few second, Dante released his grasp and looked shocked at Gproop. He looked like he was about to say something when Gproop took the chance to protect himself from any further strangulation attempts, by nailing Dante with a right hand, grabbing him by his jacket and throwing him out of the locker room. Gproop massaged his throat as he mumbled:
Gproop: “Crazy bastard, I’ll give him for that!”
Outside the door, Dante got back to his feet and shook his head, he felt puzzled and not a small it worried. He had never intended to do that! He just thought he tell Gproop what was on his mind and leave it at that. He shook his head again and walked off. As he passed by an open door, he stopped and looked at it in disbelief, it wasn’t possible! Once more, a familiar voice spoke to him:
“Resist Jason! Resist or you will become like “him”!”
Dante turned around and ran back to his locker-room as fast as he could.
-------------------- "I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."
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