“A death match,” Brimstone begins, “a misnomer of a name don’t t you think Blaise? If iI treated it as a true death match, and I happened to get you into a sleeper hold, deciding at that point to snap your neck I would be labeled a murderer? What would be the repercussions of such an action I wonder? Would the kids in the front row sue for trauma it would cause hearing the snap of the neck and the seeing the spray of blood, possibly being covered in the gore? Would that action cause Mercury to return to glory with ratings that is not had since EEI departed? Would they be sued into oblivion, no pun intended? Would I be treated as this idiot who just shot up a school, a murderer though you signed to be part of a death match?

As it happens you and I will enter that ring using weapons with sharp serrated edges to them. A lot can happen at that point, a vein could be caught, a jugular can be severed with barbed wire.” The words of violence coming off Brimstones tongue like someone ordering a cup of coffee, not like someone speaking of death and murder. Brimstone’s face could have been carved from stone for all the emotion that showed, except for his cold ice blue eyes, which were a thunderhead about to explode into a violent storm. “Blaise, it is no secret I dislike you. To be fair though I dislike most people anyway. I only have hatred for a few in this federation, and it will be no secret when the time comes who those are. I must however warn you, you are entering my world in this fight coming up. My mindset is what you will be fighting in, and that mindset is one of ultra violence. The more blood I spill, the more I am cleansed. You are a good wrestler no doubt, but I wonder if you have the mindset for this type of match. Do you have the capacity to kill for your survival? Can you do the deed, if your life depended on it, and damn the consequences? I don’t think so, I believe you see this as a job, something you do for a living, not something you do for survival. Not something you do because it is the only legal form of punishment you can take to another human being legally. That mindset cannot win this type of match.”

Brimstone begins to take stuff out of the locker and put it into a duffle bag, he continues speaking as he packs, a deep rumble like the sound of a bumble be the size of a mastiff. “Stepping into this match is a dangerous things Blaise, are you prepared for the outcome regardless of victory? This is one of the fields of this business I excel at. I can take a beating, and give it with the same amount of indifference. One thing I learned a long time ago was the ability to take pain and shove it into the back of my mind until a fight is over. I would wish you luck, but I assume you would not take that well wishes from someone like me.

Brimstone stands up, throwing the towel into another bag on next to the bench. Standing to his full height he places the duffle bag around his shoulder and begins to head for the door. Stopping abrubtly and looks back towards the camera. His eyes could make a glacier look warm. “Oh, and Herb, all because your mother told you size does not matter, doesn’t make it true. The Camera fades to black as the behemoth leaves the locker room

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