>>14175256Your blood pressure spikes at this young kid's rebuke and you feel your face flush hot. Your face turns an unhealthy red; minor bood vessels in your skin and eyes burst leaving you with an excuse for looking like a meth addict. You logically conclude this kid's lazy and looking to stir up trouble to take time off work, and don't bother to check because you're always right regardless of facts. Your own fists, well rested after months of rehab from your last injury, ball into fists at the insult and audacity. Your fists ball tighter still and you nearly retear your tendons off the muscles, a testament to your power. You lunge out, like Nailz if he was an emaciated meth tweaker, and begin to manually choke the nobody. His quick escape and reversal of the choke, and the fact you're now rapidly losing consciousness, doesn't matter. You proved your superiority. Your elite MMA skills. As you're rescued by security you turn to the owner of the promotion and bury him. Not for the first time, the worthless mark. This is the biggest event he's ever run so you decide to exert your authority, disgusted that the mark-owner let this incident (that you instigated) happen in the first place. He should have fired everyone that you might potentially have heat with at some future date, like a competent booker would! You threaten to quit and not do your match. That'll learn the mark. The guy who's supposed to put you over is now yelling at you. "Get the fuck out there and wrestle". You briefly consider treating him to the same disciplinary vengeance you unleashed on the kid. You reluctantly decide against it and show your magnanimity by agreeing to do the match you were paid to wrestle. Only because he's several times your bodyweight and you respect the business too much to put down a big guy the same way you effortlessly did the young kid.
