(Senester): At this point I believe you think yourself on some of “roll” as they call it…don’t you Claus? On paper one victory over me in a match you did not win, and then at Havoc…by the ref gracing you and Parker with a disqualification victory. I will not abide your insolence. I warned you before from our previous match that I was not done with you and it appears that I must expedite this plan. It is better that you come to the realization of who I am, and just how infinitesimal you are. I am God, and you are but a mad man in a tattered, fictional red suit.
At Road to Ruin I will settle this once and for all. I suggest you think of repentance and the blessed joy of sacrament you and your woman will offer me in humility in the ring. Think not of chasing the All Star Championship, you’ll never get it. No matter how many t-shirts, and merchandise you give away to the fans, they will never raise your spirits high enough to bring you to that level of success. Gold has escaped you your whole career and I will make sure it continues to do so.
Senester smiles as a thought passes his mind.
(Senester): Tell me…what is it you think you are going to accomplish here Claus? A World Title? Infamy? These things are not for men such as yourself, a buffoon befriending kids…now that is your place. I’m no stranger to seeing large men in the ring, and facing a number of them as well. Countless have come before you from Leroy Brown, Hell’s Guardian, Mastiff Demonaz, and let us not forget my “old friend” Punisher. Needless to say, as if hadn’t before…the 400lbs you carry is of no consequence to me. I dare not underestimate you Claus, on the contrary…I know precisely what it is your are capable of in the ring. There is however the simple matter that the few attributes you possess are dwarfed by my superiority.
Don’t think that woman outside is going to be of any assistance. Not only does she know better than to stick her nose in my business, but I’m sure she is aware that all her “cheerleading” outside the ring is for naught. She is nothing more than shoulder candy, a mere valet to interact with the fans. Her looks appeal to the 18-35 male demographic which as our statistics show make up nearly 43% of our ppv buyrates. You see, even she is useful to me.
As the limo merges onto Highway 24 Senester looks out the window repulsed by some of the sights whisking by. He thinks how once upon a time this entire state was populated by a at least six native American tribes. People of the land, warriors, proud individuals, perhaps that is the reason Dredge chose to remain and settle down here. Shifting his thoughts back to Santa, more so the idea of a man who mystically travels the globe in a single night each year to deliver presents to children. What lies of miracles only he, God himself could perform. What blasphemy in the use of a Saint’s name.
(Senester): This special stipulation proposed in our match, I don’t know what it is Shevington has concocted but I assure you that whatever it is, is not in your favor. For now Santa, I suggest you make plans for Havoc. This pre-show will allow you to recover from two matches last week. You’ll need your strength. Besides, I want you to remember what it was like to have that Christmas spirit in you before I take it away.
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