Victim? Heh, I think you should strike that, then reverse it...
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" All of them, obstacles. Like vermin to be kicked into the river. They are all that's left to conquer. Well, at least on the surface."
Undead Enigma clutched his hand like a fist letting his thoughts rule the dying moments before his own entry into the gauntlet. There was much hate for him waiting inside that ring. Each and every competitor had a reason to see him fall again. But wasn't this what made him stronger? The fuel of personal hatred, and the desire to see another destroyed? That was the claim, the banter echoed in arenas year in and year out. Still, there really hasn't been a more direct way to put it. Not until today. It was time to show them all just what he has been talking about for his entire career.
The dressing room door swung open, revealing a creature dressed for battle. Raven black hair draped across his back and chest framed a picture only a demon could endure. The mask of a scowling monster pale as death itself, driven by an evil shining sinister, with blood red glowing eyes. Taking commanding strides in the center of the backstage floor, the creature kept his gaze forward, leaving a wake of dread and a sense of hopelessness as he marched past the living. He was dead inside after all, and it was time for the world to know what that was like.
A figure in black steps onto a ramp way as green flames touch the braziers and seem to form the faces of tortured souls. Enigma kills them with a glance raising his hands to the sky before bringing them down to create a twenty foot wall of plasmic spirit flame. The sight of this stops the marauding wrestlers in the ring forcing them to take notice of the evil heading down to the ring. This isn't the knock around Enigma they know and hate, this was something else.
The Ripper hissed and slipped under the bottom rope making a straight line right for the necromancer. The madman tackled him from the side and began to pummel him from ribs to neck. Enigma shoved deep into Ripper's abdomen a hard open palm strike and shoved him clear of his body sending the killer slamming into the safety railing. Grabbing Ripper by the head the Creature drove a hard knee into the mandible and moved to the ring steps. Once inside the ring, every one except Mr. Smash came at him. Smash took this moment to take a breath while the combatants all swarmed Undead Enigma to the ropes.
Outside of the ring, the Ripper lay motionless slumped against the guard railing. There was a welt forming under his jaw and things clicked inside of his ear when he tried to take a breath. Then the darkness shot open and everything snapped. The intense bright lights the shock of the crowd noise, and the sight of the ring ahead of him. With a wheeze he sprang to his mad feet and dashed up the first available turnbuckle. Jumping head long into the pack of combatants trying to remove the necromancer the Ripper collided with all of them crushing the effort with one single insane suicide dive!
Mr. Smash blinked to see his choice of targets on the mat. A sadistic smile came on his face as he chose the one to pick on. Enigma sneered in a half anger and half pain as his legs were pinned under the bodies of the pack. The second and top rope had also twisted his arms into them keeping him from falling out but tying him up as well. If he could fight to his feet he could get free, but that would mean some of these peons would have to get off of him! To make matters worse, the countdown for the final entrant, Kane two thousand had begun!
