[Right after White Wolf issued his statement to 2000AD, a mere roadhump in his eyes, and totally of no importance, White Wolf turns to the more important matter of dealing with an enemy of far greater danger.]
Rogue Dreamz.
You beat me on Thursday.
Don't get cocky.
You know, when I last beat you in that classic Hardcore battle when we had our first encounter, you immediately mentioned that you do not waste energy on unimportant fights. You know, you were right. The match on Thursday *didn't* matter! It's all about the conservation of energy. Why should I give it all on a match that was no more than an exercise of power by the Prez, when it is the PPV title challenge that really matters? You think you have me, Dreamz? You think you know me? Come Monday, you will learn who I really am. And trust me when I say this, nothing is as it seems.
[White Wolf throws back the mangled mop of hair on his head with his hands. The air... thickens.]
Flatliner, you have interfered with my plans far too much for my liking. Nobody interfere's in White Wolf's business without White Wolf's permission, and there can only be one solution to that, can there?
Flatliner, there is only one possible solution.
[The albino's face cracks into a wolfish snarl]
Death is always about, especially when one walks the flatline between the realms of life and death like you do, Flatliner.
Everyone feels Death's Touch eventually...
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