Sick of It (Cage)

[DARKSIDE]

Nightmare comes out to the ring before the next match begins and hurls the ref over the top rope, down to the floor. He stomps around the ring looking for one of the attendants. He finds one and orders the man to toss him a microphone.

Visibly enraged and fuming with anger, Nightmare looks around the arena, up in the stands and then turns his focus toward the stage...

CAGE!! You've been digging yourself a very deep hole as of late. Jumping me from behind during After Dark time and again. Even after I have handed you your ass several times in the past, you never seem to learn a damn thing. You remain a thorn in my side. Either you have a really sick idea of "fun", or you've got a death wish that badly needs to be granted.

You think I'm done with you after last night? You and Pain may have taken out Trip Acid, but slamming a fucking door on my skull isn't going to get the job done. I don't know what Trip's condition is, but....I am still standing! Last night, you may have got one over on me. Gained a quick advantage and then ran with your tail between your legs. He who fights and runs away...jumps to the top of my list of prey!

I'm not leaving this ring, Cage. Get your ass out here and face me like a man. No more chicken shit sneak attacks. Come out and look me in the eye. This isn't about Collision Course. It's become personal. Whatever vendetta you have against me will end with your corpse rotting in the city landfill! Come out and get up in my face, boy! You're going to get carried out of here choking on a mouthful of broken teeth![/b]

[MG Cage]

Talking to me sir?

Cage had been very quiet as of late, no one had seen him besides competing in the tournament. After his outburst earlier in the month, people had been staying away from him, and while he wasn't a loner, he chose to only associate with a select few amount of people. Now however, in his slow saunter down to the ring, staring intently at Nightmare, there was nothing in his eyes... at all. It was as if Cage didn't feel anything, there had to be something going on in his head, but nobody knew what. He slowly rolled into the ring, his face blank besides a slight hint of irritation on his face.

You've "handed me my ass several times in the past" sir? .... riiight, like last time I fought you in this ring right? I dont mean to be stuck in the past, but I haven't seen someone hit the mat that hard since JOKEr, I almost broke your neck I believe. And then that bullshit about running away is exactly that, bullshit, if you're unconscious and I'm still standing, do you expect me to stand there until you wake up?

Cage took a step closer to Nightmare.

I'm still not exactly sure what I have against you, probably because I'm just one of those types of people.

Another step...

The type to find prey and break it down until it cracks.

And another...

The type to randomly select a person and make their lives hell. Ask around, I've done it plenty of times.

Another step, this time they were almost nose to nose.

The Youngbloods, JOKEr, Genesis, Shit Storm, you name it.... and now it seems like you'll be the latest victim.

Cage steps again and now they were face to face, his face slowly turning into a smile as he realizes what he's getting into.

So the only question is..... how do you wanna do this?

[DARKSIDE]

Of all the pieces of gutter trash floating around this building, you are possibly the most in need of disposal. You didn't knock me out cold. Neither did your buddy, Pain. All I saw when I looked up after getting hit with that door was two sewer rats scurrying for their lives! Probably the wisest thing you've done all year.

Your mouth spews such the shit your brain sends to it like a case of verbal diarrhea. You need medical attention, boy! But, not because of this. It will be because of how I leave you in this ring after our match. I'm going to splatter this ring with the shit that fills your fragile human skull!

Perhaps after tonight, you will be freed of some of that contamination and think clearly for once on your short, meaningless existence. You will know your place...and accept the fact that you aren't as "big" as you talk. Someone needs to bring back down to Earth....or send the Earth up to meet you, at the very least! Either way.....this is going to leave a mark! Heh heh heh heh....

But, I will allow YOU to choose this match. Not me. I refuse to give you the excuse that the stipulation I chose was the reason you lost. There will be no question! No controversy. No denial! WHEN....I defeat you tonight....you WILL learn some damn respect![/b]

Nightmare slams the mic down onto the mat and just stands there glaring a hole through Cage...

[MG Cage]

You're not very smart honestly, actually you're pretty stupid. People were telling me I need to get MY ego in check, but mines isn't shit compared to yours. Being down for at least a minute before I left wasn't scurrying for my life, but whatever floats your boat amigo. You act like you're the hero or some shit, but you're just living a fantasy, I mean really who dresses up like that anymore? This isn't the 80s or the 90s.... but frankly, I'm sick of the talking, so here's what we're gonna do....

You're gonna get your ass beat in the middle of this ring, and then while you're down watching the birds fly around your head, I'm gonna climb out of the steel cage & laugh at you.... capiche? Cool.

Cage throws the mic down to the ring and exits the ring, walking back slowly to make sure he can hear any last minute words from the wanna-be zombie.