"Kissing your ass? You must hold a pretty low opinion of your buttocks."
Even if he was traveling an unnecessary road. MadDog had been in shadier situations, with bigger things in the frey. Nothing ever distracted him from the task at hand. Not even match with striking similarities to this one. A love at the time forced into the ring next to him. A standard steel cage lowered over the two. Him and Roulette taking on three of Germany's finest in a handicap match. He stood between foe and her, but that would only last so long. Kevin was his boss, but she was a love. Then Strangla was able to concur such a scenario. Now even less attachment was there. He would do so again.
"Your right though, a trap I created. There's a lot more to my cage then light bulbs, glass and steel. Curses, blessings, seals, spells, casts. All reaches of religion have graced my baby. The Requiem will find he's a little hard up, as long as I will. As long as I breath, and we stand in the confines. He'll be little of the being he normally finds himself to be. I'm no fool."
"I don't think any one would make such a claim. How can you be so certain with a man......"
Strangla interrupted. He knew where the question. It was one plain as day. Reserves he held himself, but he knew all the precautions taken. A bullet can't stop a missile. A wall of seven thousand bullets, was another story.
"I can't, but the playing field is more level then a match with TDR, has ever seen."
Kevin McKain nodded. Surely details on that weren't needed. Not with Strangla so pressed for time as it was.
"As far as you go, you're right. You are my boss, and worry about you I do...Too often sometimes.....Until I set foot in that ring. Once that happens the world fades away, and nothing and no one matters. When the opening bell sounds I am the only boss. There's plenty of room in the cage. Stay out of the way and we'll be okay. My match doesn't require a ref, judges, time keepers, or anything else. Get too close and I'm just as likely to swing you like a steel chair as The Requiem. The transgressions TDR has made will be paid for, what ever it takes. Keep your luck for yourself. Higher things will be with me through out this battle. When the smoke settles I'll stand tall, and the world will over run with emotion.................................Anyways, much to do.....I'll see you at Last Rites."
With that Strangla turned making for his exit. He paused at the door. Looking back to give McKain one more bit of reassurance. This match seemed to be taking a hefty toll on the GM. MDS could understand why. After the last time he'd been in the ring with TDR, Strangla could easily symphonize.
"Don't worry boss man, I'll see to it you make it out alive."