-{We find Ares sitting in his locker room wearing his gear, sporting the leather vest, and pulling his kneepads up now. His World Title lays on the bench next to him and a cooler of beer is below that on the floor. A couple empty cans lay on the floor and Ares gets his kneepads in place, checks his wrist tape, then grabs a beer from the cooler, cracks it and downs about half. He retss the beer in both hands holding down by his knees and stares into the camera with that determined and pissed off look.}-
[Ares]
All you did was piss me off Xanthus, that's all your lil hardcore match did to me on WAR. Jordan, you interefering in that match pissed off just as much, so let me put it to ya straight, a triple threat to me means its no threat, it means I got two asses to whoop, two sumbitches to beat down and stomp a hole in. Ya think your gonna take my belt, heh, well your gonna try, but you will both fail.
-{Ares slams the rest of his beer and drops the can, then picks up his title eyeing it and lifts it on to his right shoulder, then looks back into the camera.}-
[Ares]
Its too bad Jordan, too bad you may be a lil worn out by the time our match happens because I'd prefer beating your ass when your fresh, that way ya have no excuse about losing. You signed on knowing full well how many matches you may be in though, so its on you, don't bitch when ya lose or I'll just kick your ass again ya sorry sumbitch.
-{Ares pulls out another beer, cracks it and swills down a drink.}-
[Ares]
Now Xanthus, ya went on about how we had one match and ya beat me, well congratulations son, way to live in the past. Four years ago you beat a relative newcomer, now yea, ya beat me, I make no bones there, you were the better man that night. Four years is a big experience difference and seeing how low you've sunk as of late, your not half thje man you once were, so here's to ya kid!
-{Ares raises his beer in a toast, then slams it down and the scene fades to black.}-
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