[Jake Sullivan]

 Sunday

The scene opens up in the backstage area of the Palacio de los Deportes in Bogota, Colombia.  Following his loss in the extreme rules match against Goth, it took about three officials to help Rage backstage to get medical attention, which is where we find the big man at right now.  He has just been brought into the area set aside for medical treatment looking more than a little worse for wear.  His head is covered in blood from the cut received early on in the match, and one can only guess what injuries he sustained when he crashed through the combination of a table and two steel chairs.  He's grunting and growling as the officials help sit him down, and he winces as a jolt of pain courses through him.

"Take it easy, would ya?!"

The officials try to get him seated as gently as possible, but due to his size it doesn't go exactly as planned.  He holds his back, trying to move himself to a more comfortable position.  One of the officials hands him a towel and points to his head.

"Hold this over the wound on your head.  Miss Carpenter will be with you shortly."

"What is this, a regular doctor's visit?  She should be back here doing her fucking job!  I'm bleeding for crying out loud!"

Rage yanks the towel out of the man's hand, immediately putting it on his head.  He begins wiping away the blood, looking at the towel every so often and shaking his head at the site of the soaked towel.  Less than a minute after two of the officials walked away, newly hired backstage nurse, Zoey Carpenter appears on the scene wearing a friendly smile on her face.  

"It's about fucking time."

Rage glances over towards Zoey, expressing his impatience.  Zoey shakes her head, but the smile doesn't fade from her face as she approaches Rage, ready to check him over.  She notices the blood soaked towel and immediately puts a pair of latex gloves on.

"Well aren't we just a big ball of sunshine and daisies?  Let me take a guess and say you must be Rage?  Here, let me see that cut on your head, okay?"

Zoey reaches for the towel, and Rage slowly lowers his hand, letting her do her job.  When she pulls the towel away, she can see that the cut on Rage's head is still bleeding, so she puts the towel back over it for the moment, and looks him in his angry eyes.

"Okay from what I can see, you're going to need to be stitched up.  Put pressure on that for just a moment while I grab a suture kit so we can get you cleaned up."

"Sure, no problem.  I'll just sit here and lose more blood while I wait."

Zoey can't help but let herself laugh at Rage's attitude as she grabs a sterile suture kit from out of her bag of medical supplies.  She grabs a clean tray and brings it over to the table next to Rage, setting everything down and opening the suture kit.  Rage glares at her out of frustration.

"I'd ask how the rest of your body is feeling, given the ending to your match, but judging by your attitude, I think I'll get another sarcastic answer."

"I went crashing through a two steel chairs and a table.  How do you think I'm feeling?"

"Hey, no need to get snippy with me.  I'm just doing my job and trying to help you.  Depending on how much pain you're in, you might need to go to the hospital and get x-rays or an MRI.  I might be able to stitch you up myself, but there could be further damage."

Rage just huffs, shrugging off Zoey's clear concern over the extent of Rage's condition.  Zoey once again pulls the towel away from his head, and the bleeding has subsided a bit.  She picks up a syringe, filled with a clear liquid, and as soon as Rage sees it, he pulls away having gone wide-eyed at the site of the needle.

"What the fuck is that?  You're not giving me a damn shot!"

Zoey stands there, baffled but a little amused as she shakes the syringe in front of him with a tiny smile on her face.

"Aww, what's the matter?  Afraid of a harmless needle?  Please, you'll sacrifice your body every time you step into the ring, but one needle gets you all terrified?  This is just a local anesthetic that you'll need if you don't want to feel anything while I'm stitching you up.  Trust me when I say it will hurt."

"You're not sticking that thing in my head!"

As Rage continues to protest, a chuckle is heard coming from out of site of the camera.  Rage looks past Zoey, and a few seconds later, the Sin of Pride "Sxxxy" Shane Boswell appears in view, wearing a very amused smile on his face.  He looks at the needle Zoey holds in her hand, and folds his arms across his chest.

"If you'd rather she poke ya in the arse with that thing, I'll be more than happy to turn around."

Rage shoots Shane an angry glare, but Shane just laughs.  Zoey can't hide her amusement.

"Well, if he needed stitches on one of his butt cheeks, then he would need the shot there.  Unfortunately he's being a very uncooperative patient at the moment.  I promise, all you'll feel is a little stick, and then nothing.  The sooner you let me numb the area around the wound, the sooner I can get you stitched up and assess the rest of your injuries.  Now, can I do my job or not?"

"Say, does the big fella get a sticker if he behaves?"

"Fuck off Shane!"

Shane laughs again, and Zoey keeps her eyes on Rage, holding the syringe in front of him.  She waves it in front of his face once again, not feeling the need to repeat herself.  Rage looks at the syringe, closes his eyes and growls, then looks at Zoey, giving her a nod.

"Fine!  Let's just hurry up and get this over with already."

"Thank you.  And to answer's Shane's question, I think I have some nice smiley face stickers in my bag set aside for good behavior.  Though I'm not entirely sure a smiley face would suit you.  Alright, you're going to feel a quick pinch."

Rage growls again and flinches when Zoey sticks the needle just around the cut on his head and injects the local anesthetic, numbing the area soon after.  She then grabs the needle and thread as Shane watches on with a smile.

"You got any angry faces flipping people the bird stickers in that bag of yours, because that would suit baldy here better, don't ya think?"

"You must not have heard me a couple minutes ago, did you Shane?"

"Oh I heard ya, but I'm enjoying this too much to give a damn."

Zoey begins stitching the cut with expert precision, and Rage does his best to remain still the entire time.  Zoey glances down at his face, noticing the level of discomfort he appears to be in, and she can only assume it has to be the effects from crashing through the table and chairs.

"How is that back of yours feeling, Rage?"

"It's fine.  I've dealt with worse."

"After I'm done here, I'd like you to go to the hospital to get checked out further.  You're clearly in a good amount of pain, and an MRI will show the extent of your injuries."

Rage is about to shake his head, but realizes he can't as Zoey is still stitching him up.  Instead he moves his eyes and gives her a look that says it all.

"I'm not going to the hospital.  I'll be fine.  I'm going to take the week to rest while we're in Canada.  If I'm still hurting next week, then I'll go."

Shane gives Rage an awkward look and scratches his head.  Rage glares at him, curious about that look.

"Shane?  What the hell is that look for?"

"Yeah, about Canada, bud.  You might not be able to go along."

Rage's eyes grow wide, clearly having no idea what Shane is talking about, but he doesn't look too happy about it, either.  Zoey clears her throat as Rage moves a bit, telling him to sit still as she tries to finish stitching.

"What do you mean I might be able to go along?  I've got to be there to support Gabe and Despy."

"Synn is talking to Christian right now, but there is a good possibility that they're gonna have to book you for a match in Lima.  With a good portion of the others booked in matches in either ACW or BACW, they might need you."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?!  Aside from the fact that I need to be there to support Gabe and Despy, I just got my ass kicked by Goth out there!  This is bullshit!"

Zoey finally finishes Rage's stitches, and she cleans around the wound.  A total of six stitches were needed to close the cut.  When she's all done with Rage, she gives him a serious look.

"I really must advise you to get checked out at the hospital, but if you are so against it, I'll make you a deal.  If you have a match next week in Lima, I'd like to check you out before hand just to be sure you're clear to wrestle."

"Nothing is set in stone yet mate.  They're still trying to work things out, but Mark and Christian have their hands full, so it might be a while.  Maybe you should do what Zoey says and just head on over to the hospital to get checked out.  Just to be sure."

Rage shakes his head and slowly gets to his feet.  He still looks to be feeling a great amount of discomfort, but his stubborn ways are impossible to get past.  Just then, Synn walks on to the scene, looking a little frustrated, but more concerned for Rage than anything.  Shane looks at him with a questioning look., but Synn shakes his head.

"I wish I had an answer right now, but I don't.  The card hasn't be finalized, but they said they would let us know later.  How are things going here?"

Synn looks directly at Rage as he asks that question and Rage narrows his eyes, huffing and puffing a bit.  Shane takes it upon himself to answer the question for Rage.

"Zoey here was just recommending that Rage head on over to the hospital to make sure he doesn't have more serious injuries.  She stitched up his head for him, though.  As you can see.

"Do you feel that is necessary, Miss Carpenter?"

Rage shakes his head in protest, but before he can even say a word, Zoey speaks up.

"To be safe, yes."

"I already told you I'm not going to the damn hospital!  I'll be fine!"

"That is your opinion, Rage.  However, Miss Carpenter has a point here.  Your injuries could be worse than you think."

Rage continues to shake his head, refusing to seek any further medical treatment.  Synn and Shane glance at one another, disappointed at Rage's refusal and lack of concern for his own health.

"Look, I appreciate your guys' concern here, but what I really need right now is to just get back to the hotel, take some ibuprofen or some pain killers and get some sleep.  We've all got a flight to catch tomorrow, regardless of where I'll be headed.  I'm not going to the hospital, and that's final."

Synn looks to Zoey one more time, but all she can do is shrug in response.  In this case, all she is able to do is make a recommendation, as the decision to seek further medical attention falls solely on Rage.  Synn nods with a thankful smile.

"Fair enough, Rage, but if you start feeling worse, you're going to take Miss Carpenter's advice.  Thank you Miss Carpenter."

"It was my pleasure.  Oh, and Rage?"

Rage turns around and gives Zoey a look that says "What now?"

"I thought you wanted a sticker?"

Synn looks at Shane, confused, but Shane just chuckles and shakes his head in response.  Rage seems unamused and he storms off, growling and mumbling obscenities under his breath.  Zoey smiles and winks at Shane, as he and Synn turn and follow behind their grumpy and injured buddy.  Zoey gets back to cleaning up her work area, and the scene fades out.

********************

Monday

It is Monday evening in Lima, Peru.  Rage and the rest of the Sins went there own separate ways earlier in the day, as Rage had boarded his flight to Lima, while Synn and the others left for Canada.  Shane and Fantasia had volunteered to join Rage in Peru, but Rage surprisingly declined, telling him to go along with the others instead.  Synn wasn't too pleased with this decision, but Rage had brought up the argument that he could use a little quiet time to himself this week before his match, and Synn ultimately had no choice but to accept Rage's decision.  So Rage had wished Gabriel and Despayre good luck in their match in ACW.  Despayre was a little upset Rage wouldn't be joining them, but after explaining he had his own match in SCW, he was more understanding.

As soon as Rage had checked into the hotel, all he wanted to do was sleep.  He had tried to get as much rest as he could last night, but he slept off and on most of the night, and was relatively uncomfortable.  And while pain wise he was feeling better than he felt Sunday night following his match, he was extremely exhausted.  He walked into his room, dropped his bags on the floor and crashed on the bed and was out like a like within ten minutes...and he's still there, several hours later.  

He is sprawled out on the bed, laying on his stomach with his head buried in the pillow and snoring rather loudly when a gentle knocking is heard coming from the door.  He doesn't answer it at first, clearly in a deep sleep, and whoever is at the door knocks a few more times, again getting no response.  A few seconds later his cell phone starts ringing, and that is what gets his attention.  He blinks his eyes open a few times, slowly reaching his hand into the pocket of his jeans and reaching for his phone.  He brings it up to his face, trying to shake off his blurred sleepy vision as he looks at the caller i.d.  He yawns as he answers the call.

"Hello...S-Sabrina?  Why are you calling me?...Yeah, I was sleeping.  I passed out as soon as I checked into my hotel here...What?  You're fucking joking, right?"

He suddenly bolts upright in the bed, looking around.  He glances at the clock, realizing he had been sleeping for several hours, but he doesn't seem to care as he stands up and heads towards the door.

"You're not outside my door..."

Rage looks out the peephole on the door, and lowers his head in defeat letting out a growl.  He opens the door, and there standing in front of him with a big smile on her face is Sabrina Stevens.  She places her cell phone back in her purse, and Rage places his back in his pocket, keeping his surprised eyes on Sabrina.

"You were saying?"

"What the hell are you doing here?  Better yet, how did you know what hotel I was staying at?"

Sabrina glances at the stitches on Rage's head, and her expression changes quickly as she invites herself in.

"Damn you must have one hell of a headache still judging by the looks of those stitches."

"Still?  Funny you should mention it, my head was feeling fine until just now.  Now, are you going to tell me how you knew what hotel I'd be staying at?"

Rage closes the door behind Sabrina as she walks in and looks around the hotel room, nodding her head in approval, and Rage stares at her.

"You should know me well enough by now to know that I have my ways, Rage.  Nice hotel you chose, by the way.  You've got great taste."

Sabrina turns around, noticing the blank expression on Rage's face, and she smiles.  She takes a seat on the bed and crosses one leg over the other.  Rage continues to stare at her, still wondering why she is here.

"What?  Why are you looking at me like that?  Aren't you happy to see me?"

"I might be able to answer that question if I knew why you were here and why you've suddenly decided to make yourself comfortable on my bed.  Don't you have patients back in Vegas that you should be helping?"

Sabrina leans back on the bed on her hands, grinning from ear to ear, and she shakes her head.

"I decided to take a last minute vacation.  That's the great thing about being able to make your own schedule, you know.  Anyway, enough about me.  How are you feeling?  I saw Climax Control on Sunday.  That was tough to watch."

"That's it?  You came all this way just to ask me how I'm feeling?  You could have saved yourself the flight, and just called, because I'm fine.  Like I told everyone else, I've been through worse."

Sabrina stands up, shaking her head.

"Tell me something, Rage.  Why are you here in Peru and not in Canada with your friends?"

Rage laughs and Sabrina walks over to him, but he quickly steps away from her, and walks over to the sofa on the other side of the room.  He takes a seat, and props his feet up on the coffee table just in front of the sofa and leans back, keeping his eyes focused on Sabrina.

"Umm..Hi, I'm Rage and I'm a wrestler.  I have a match on Sunday, and Gabe and Despy have their NWA Tag Title match in Canada.  That was a stupid question."

"Your friends might believe that is all there is to it, but something is telling me there is something you're hiding.  You're bosses would have been more than able to give you the night off so you could go to Canada to support your friends, yet they didn't?  Now, why is that?"

Sabrina takes a few steps towards Rage as she presses him for answers.  He looks at her awkwardly, and shakes his head.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about.  They had to book me.  With so many people gone for other shows, they needed me here."

Sabrina can tell Rage is lying through his teeth.  She walks over to him, kicking his legs off of the coffee table, and she takes a seat on the coffee table, looking him in his eyes, but he looks away quickly.

"You can't lie to me, Rage.  Call me crazy all you want, but I can read you like a book, and I know you're lying.  Look me in my eyes and tell me why you're here."

Sabrina leans forward and places her hands on Rage's knees, and he turns to look at her.  She stays silent, waiting for him to answer, and when he looks into her eyes again, for some odd reason, he knows he can't lie to her, and moments later, the truth begins pouring out of his mouth.

********************

Flashback to Sunday Night
Before Climax Control

Rage is the first of the Sins to arrive at the arena for Climax Control.  He told Synn he wanted to take a little while to himself to focus on his match before potential chaos ensued, and Synn didn't argue, telling Rage he and the others would not be far behind him.  What Rage failed to mention is that he was going to the arena for a meeting with co-owner, Christian Underwood, before anyone else could arrive.

He is walking inside the arena with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he looks down the near empty hallways, looking for Christian's office for the night.  He finds the door labeled with a sign holding Christian's name and knocks, unlike the last time he approached the boss.  Christian's voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Come in."

Rage opens the door and walks inside, finding Christian sitting at his desk going over some paperwork.  Christian looks up at him and smiles, setting the paperwork aside for the time being.

"I see you've learned how to knock this time."

"It doesn't happen very often, so don't get used to it."

"When it comes to anyone around here, I don't get used to much.  So, what is it that brings you here?  I understand you wanted to talk to me about something?"

Rage closes the door behind him, just in case anyone should pass by and overhear their conversation.  He walks towards Christian's desk, stopping just a few inches away, but he doesn't take a seat.

"I know you guys are aware that Gabriel and Despy have a match in Canada next Sunday."

"Right.  They are set to defend their NWA Tag Team Titles.  If you're worried about not being able to be there with them, Mark and I still working on the card for next week but we're sure we can--"

Christian stops talking as Rage begins shaking his head.  He looks at Rage curiously.

"No.  Don't do that.  I want a match next week, regardless of what happens in my match with Goth tonight.  I don't want to go to Canada."

Christian seems genuinely surprised, and even a bit puzzled at Rage's request, and ultimate confession.  He leans back in his chair, nodding his head slowly.

"I see, and have you spoken to Synn about this?"

Rage shakes his head.

"I really think you should talk to Synn about this.  Not only is he expecting you to go to Canada with them, but I'm fairly sure he'll be disappointed to hear that you don't want to go."

"Yeah, I know, which is why he's not going to find out that I don't want to go, because I'm not going to tell him.  And neither are you.  I don't care what you have to tell him, just make it believable."

"Might I ask why you don't want to join them in Canada?"

"It doesn't matter, and even if it did, I'm not going to tell you anyway.  Just book me in a match next week.  I don't care who it is against, or what type of match.  Just do it, and make sure Synn doesn't find out that I asked you to."

Christian lets a laugh out, still completely puzzled.

"You do realize that this is Synn we are speaking about, right?  That man will get the truth out of anyone.  I'm not making any promises on Synn's part, but I will see what I can do about getting you a match.  And for your sake, Rage...I'd start communicating with your stablemates soon, because clearly, you've got something going on that they need to know about."

"I'm fine, but thanks."

Rage turns and walks out without another word, and Christian shakes his head as he watches Rage walk out the door before he gets back to his paperwork soon after.

********************

Sabrina stares at Rage for a while, surprised and ultimately a little confused at his confession, and she is at a loss for words.  As Rage looks at her, waiting for her to say something, he grows uncomfortable with her silence.

"If you're trying to find the right way to tell me to talk to Synn or the others, forget about it.  It's not going to happen.  They'd be pissed off if they found out, and I don't feel like dealing with the backlash over this."

"While I admit I do think you should at least talk to Synn, I'm more interested in hearing why you didn't want to go to Canada with them."

Rage shakes his head and growls.

"Like I told Christian, it doesn't fucking matter, Sabrina.  I need to be here...I need to fight in this match, and I need to win it.  That's all there is to it."

"That's not all there is to it.  Why don't you want to be in Canada supporting Gabriel and Despayre?  They're your friends...your family."

"Because I'm fucking sick of seeing them win all the time!  I'm fucking sick and tired of being the damn failure of the Sins, and going to Canada and watching them defeat yet another team will only be further proof of what a damn failure I am, and I can't deal with it right now!"

Sabrina is taken back by Rage's outburst as he shoves himself away from sofa, and begins pacing back and forth through the room.  Sabrina stands up and watches him, clearly concerned for him.

"You know there is no guarantee of them winning.  They could lose."

Rage lets out a laugh and continues to pace back and forth.

"The possibility is very slim Sabrina.  They destroy each and every team they face!  I'm not saying I want them to lose, because I don't, but right now, I couldn't be in Canada with them and deal with this shit going through my mind.  It's better that I'm separated from this week, trust me."

"You're not a failure, Rage, and I'm pretty sure your friends don't think you are either.  You were the Heavyweight Champion for crying out loud!  Is that something a failure would accomplish?  I don't think so."

Rage ignores Sabrina, choosing not to even look at her.  She walks over to him, trying to get his attention, but he stays in his own little world...his own little mindset, whatever that might be.

"Rage, look at me.  Stop pacing back and forth and fucking look at me!"

Sabrina grabs a hold of his arm and he spins around, glaring at her.  His nostrils are flared as he breaths heavily through his nose, but he doesn't speak a word as Sabrina looks him in the eyes.

"You're not a failure, Rage, and I don't understand why you think you are.  You want to know why I came here?  Well here's the truth.  I was worried about you after I watched that match, and as soon as I found out for sure what country you were going to be in, I booked my flight and came here to help you."

"You came here to help me or were you expecting something more, Sabrina?"

Sabrina narrows her eyes, none to pleased with what Rage is insinuating.

"If you are trying to suggest that I flew all the way here just to try and get laid, you've mistaken me for the type of woman who does that sort of thing.  That is NOT why I flew here, and if that is what you think than I suppose I should just leave.

"Oh please, Sabrina!  You want me to quit lying to myself?  How about you do us both a favor and do the same!  I see the way you look at me all the fucking time, but what I want to know is why?  Why the hell do you even give a rat's ass about me or my problems?"

"Really?  You see the way I look at you?  You're such a fucking liar!  And I can't even answer that question honestly anymore, because I have no clue why I give a shit about you or your problems.  I want to help you, but once again, you clearly don't want my help.  You don't want me, so I'll just leave."

Sabrina storms away from Rage in a fit, heading towards the door, but Rage is right behind her.  Just as she is about to storm out of the room, he grabs a hold of her arm, spinning her around forcefully, grabs a hold of her face and plants her with a deep kiss!  She fights it at first, only out of shock, but she is soon kissing him back.  Rage picks her up in his arms, and carries her over to the bed as the two continue to kiss.  He sits down on the bed, placing Sabrina in his lap, and the two begin removing each other's clothes, and the scene fades out.

What?  Leave it to your imagination people!  Rage got laid!

********************

What a very long and very slow week it has been.  Things have been relatively quiet without the others here, and at the beginning of the week I wasn't too sure what to think of it, or how to react honestly.  Things are rarely quiet or laid back with Despy around, or Shane and Gabriel cracking jokes as often as they do.  Oh, and can't forget the times that Odette is around, though for a few weeks, she wasn't around, but we all know why that was.  But you get my point...being a member of the Sins means you have to be able to deal with chaos or randomness more often than not.

And that is not something I can handle very often, and everyone in the Sins knows it, which is why the purposely push my buttons.  I can't say I blame them, though, because shit, I'd do the same damn thing!  So I was pretty much welcoming a week to myself this week, but then I got an unexpected visitor when Sabrina showed up without even calling until she was right outside my damn hotel room.  I don't like surprises, but Sabrina's arrival didn't bother me much, and I actually have a confession to make.  

She's been staying with me all week.  

I wanted to take this week to focus on my opponents for Sunday...two guys who I know jack shit about really, and I started to do that Tuesday, but my mind just couldn't focus on what I needed it to.  I mean, I have to win this fucking match.  I have to beat Derek Thorne and Brother Grimm, but my recent failures keep overshadowing any confidence I've had, and I haven't been able to figure out what the fuck I'm supposed to do other than keep distracted somehow.

Queue Sabrina Stevens.

And before any of you immediately start making assumptions, she's found other ways to keep me distracted than what you might be thinking!  Not that anything, or quite honestly anyone I do is any of your damn business, but Sabrina has found ways to keep me distracted outside the bedroom.  Would you believe me if I said I've actually let her take me site seeing?  No?  Yeah, didn't think so.  Don't ask me where the fuck she's been taking me, because hell if I remember, but it shuts the woman up for a while so I deal with and pretend to be listening.  Though I'm sure she knows I haven't been, and that I couldn't give a shit about site seeing.

But now it's time to get down to business.  Now we're just two days away from Climax Control, and my match against Thorne and Grimm is growing closer.  I should be ready to go into that match and kick their asses, and part of me is ready to do just that, but the majority of me isn't because I'm too focused on something else.  All I can seem to think about lately is every recent loss, every recent failure, and what could very well happen when I face those two.  I used to be able to guarantee I'd walk away with a win, but fuck if I can do that now.  

I need to win this match...I've never needed a win more before, not even when I was challenging for the Heavyweight Title, but this match against Thorne and Grimm...it's my chance to prove that I'm not losing it...that I've still got what it takes.  If I lose to either of those two...I may as well be considered a rookie again, and fuck if I'm going to let that shit happen!  I can't let it happen!

Derek Thorne has been around a bit longer than Brother Grimm, but he's still learning the ropes, pun intended.  And he has a hell of a mentor in Spike Staggs...the guy I lost to at Blaze of Glory II, and I'm sure Spike is giving him a lot of advice.  But I'm also sure they've paid attention to my success as of late, which has been declining rapidly.  There is no doubt in my mind that Spike has taken it upon himself to let Derek know that against me, he shouldn't have much of a problem, but regardless not to underestimate me.  If that is the case, I say great advice, Derek Thorne will have a big problem against me...but we're not the only two in this match now are we?

Brother Grimm...who the fuck is Brother Grimm, other than some seriously creepy son of a bitch that needs a tan worse than Misty?  He calls himself the walking nightmare...the bogeyman..whatever else will make him appear scarier than he really is.  Seriously, I look at the guy and I'm not scared in the slightest.  Something about him rubs me the wrong way, but that doesn't mean I'm scared of the guy.  If anything, looking at him just makes me want to beat the crap out of him for being that...strange!  

I don't care that I'm facing Derek Thorne or Brother Grimm this week.  Hell, I could have put in a match against Matthew Kennedy or even Jordan Williams.  The opponent doesn't fucking matter, but the outcome does.  The fact is that The Sin of Wrath refuses to walk away with another loss, and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I have to do to win, because losing is not an option.  Failure is not an option!

Derek Thorne and Brother Grimm...they're just two unlucky assholes that got thrown in a match against me.  And it's going to feel damn good kicking not just one person's ass, but a second person's also.  Good luck guys...See you Sunday!