Sitting in a chair his legs propped up and his arms crossed, His eyes simply looking forward, nearby a towel lies over a back of another chair. Slowly he removes his propped up feet and places them firmly upon the floor. Sitting up he keeps his arms crossed.

“Kris Cage or is it Kris Kage? Really doesn’t matter does it kid. After all you are new to the WWA. Did you do well your first match? You lost not something to worry about.”

  Pulling his hand from being crossed he looks down at his finger nails.

“I am not going to trash talk you kid, but I am going to remind you of a few things. You are not facing some rookie inexperienced person. You are facing the man known as the Native American bad ass, The WWA’s most sadistic son of a bitch.”

  Smiling a bit he leans back a bit looking at his finger nails and finger tips.

“Look things can get really nasty in the ring if you’re not prepared. My best suggestion is pay attention to who you are facing.” He points to himself as he chuckles slightly.

  Finally he stands up turning as he reaches over and grabs the towel hanging on the chair nearby.

“Looks to me you received the trial by fire here in the WWA. There is one thing you can take with you to the bank win or lose. You will know you are facing the best of the WWA with your opponents. Future, past, and present in the ring at all times.”

  He wipes his face as he clears his throat a bit.

“Nicholas Adams and I are perhaps the WWA early generation, followed by Kash and Damian Thorne etc etc. You get the idea. You are part of the new generation coming out looking to prove yourselves. You having a shining future, but how you go about it is up to you.”

 Reaching down he spins the empty chair around and sits placing his forearms across the backrest.

“Sometimes it is easy to say what you’re going to do and prove to everyone else that you are the best. Your road started last Underground. You have been put into the ring with an opponent who is coming to hurt you plain and simple.” Cracking his neck from side to side he looks about the room.

 Rubbing his chin a bit he places his arms back on the chairs backrest. He obviously is in deep thought as he simply closes his eyes slowly.

“Look things are going to be brought up a level. Pain will be a sensation you will remember when facing me. Leaving you lying or walking out of the ring will be at my complete discretion.” Smiling he turns and looks about.

“Take that as you will, but rest assured it will be a memorable experience for you. There are many before you and there will be many many more after you are long gone.”

  Grinning he looks around as he spreads his arms.

“What ya see is what ya get kris, you are going to have to face the fact that I don’t care whether I win or lose, but I do care about hurting you.”

 Cracking his knuckles now he stands up, reaching forward he grabs the camera and drags it towards his face as he speaks clearly.

“You shall respect everything in that ring. If you don’t I am going to beat it into you so much that you will wish your mother never gave birth to you.”

 Rolling his neck he smirks.

“I do hope I have made myself absolutely clear Mr. Cage.”

  He turns and sits down, pulling the chair under himself. Letting out a slow breath he closes his eyes as he speaks some more.

“Guys like Kris Kasanova, Rage, Hollywood Johnny Tambo, and Wild Thing Chris Rogers attempted to take me out and failed. Do not get to thinking you will be the end of me.”

 Cutting his thumb over his shoulder a bit he shakes his head.

“Everyone has failed before you even showed up and you will be no different. If you lose then you have learned a very valuable lesson. You gained valuable experience going into your next match, When it comes to pain you will understand who it was that beat respect into you.”

  Standing up he pulls the chair up folding it closed.

“See you at Underground Mr. Cage we will be conducting business as usual.”

 Turning he begins to walk away carrying the chair as he simply disappears into the darkness.