Michael is sitting in his dressing room, slouched down on the bench with his gear unpacked on laid carefully on the floor next to him. He sits up and bends forward while he fiddles with a small pin. He begins to whisper to himself before he begins to talk. Michael: Would you look at that? A man known as, Alkatrz, The Big Guy...Jwab's Lap Dog? The man that has been walking on thin ice since the moment he betrayed for that ingrate, Danny Jacobs. I set aside my problems with him so I can work on other things far more important than Alkatrz. Then came the moment that he became a personal security guard for the one and only Jwab. I'm not sure if you know about this, but Alkatrz was my protégé, and one of my closest friends in The New Generation. I made that ungrateful piece of shit into what he is. I morphed his sorry ass from a good-for-nothing steroid head, to a legit competitor. Michael: I singled handedly put him on the radar, and what does he do? He waddles his 5'3 stubs into Jwab's office and threatens to beat me senseless? Listen hear you vanilla midget, when you're laying flat on your back, staring up at the lights as my hand is raised in victory...you'll wish you never had left The New Generation. You would wish you never stepped out of my protection and you'll KNOW that what happened to you, is the first of many to come. Michael: I can't say I didn't see this coming because ungrateful pieces of shit, such as yourself are known to do horrible business deals. It's typical to step on the feet of the people who built you from the foundations-up. It's only fitting that people like you would allign yourself with people like...Danny Jacobs... It was only a matter of time before you had the absolute worst ass kicking of your life...make sure you're ready. OOC: Sorry if it's too short. I'm saving some stuff up for our match.