Light streams into the room as Leviathan sits. Captivated by thought, a smile dances across his face. What is he thinking you may ask? Carnage? Destruction? The breaking of bones perhaps? These things are what invigorate him. But what do you, truly think is on the monster’s mind.

Is it Grunge, Kenneth Wilson? The reigning WWA Champion. These men have fought before. They have battled wits and physical aggression. He believes Grunge to not be above him. Still smarting from the loss at Labour Day Brawl. Leviathan feels Grunge cannot beat him one on one. Using hidden ether inside a weapon to stop him. He showed then, he fears Leviathan. Show his desperation to hold back the beast. This brought a smile to Leviathan’s face then and still he can laugh at Grunge’s actions. For to him, these showed that Grunge was not above him. He can break Grunge any time he wants.

“I do not fear him”

Grunge is wanted by Leviathan. Wanted, to be broken and battered to oblivion. For Grunge has taken the general’s belt. And for this he must pay. An honorable man must take the revenge that is needed for his fallen colleague. And a man that has no remorse like Leviathan will extract that with blood. There is no need to put a shiny object on the line, no need to walk among the paying public for attention. He will have the revenge he seeks.

“The time draws closer.”

Is it Wes Sanders? The man who walks the thin line. Struggling to bring himself back from the darkness. The man who seeks redemption. This man holds no special place with Leviathan. For to Leviathan he is weak. He sought the right path but turned his back on it. Wes is at pains to distance himself from his dark days. Thus he becomes a man in turmoil, a man ripe for taking down. And Leviathan should have, if not for that godling. Sure Wes has beaten Leviathan at Total Meltdown but the green-eyed monster was distracted.

“You are beneath me”

Is it Tommy Starr? The prodigal son. The once colleague of Leviathan. He saw him as the man one day to usurp his control of the Devil’s Own, until that ungrateful sponge bit the hand that fed him. At least he did not throw away his ideals like that other traitor, Steven Murphy. Tommy the once lap dog of the Devil’s Own, now the annoying pest of the WWA Meltdown roster.

“Payback is coming”

Is it Deimos? The once mighty half of the Dogs of War, HAVOC. How the mighty has fallen, hollow shell of the premier tag team member. What has taken Deimos to the brink? Leviathan feels it. Despair, the sweet cocktail of Despair. Deimos now doubts who he is. Why? He knows why? Leviathan has walked through his mind, twisted his will and destroyed his hope. Deimos, is now a mental dwarf, and his crying is of distant thoughts instead of the former cry of victory. Leviathan will look now to deepen the wounds, plunge the psychic sabre further inside that fragile organ that Deimos calls a mind.

“Soon Deimos, soon”

Leviathan stands and walks towards the window, he sees what he has waited for. A woman steps on to the pavement in front of the window. Her appearance is strikingly similar to that of a woman who graces the arm of a man from the WWA. He face bears the scars of an unthankful day.

“Smile girl, your on my mind”