Open Challenge

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Note: for the character's first appearance click here and read the promo in the second post.

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Throughout the stadium, the lights darken. Without warning, flames leap from the stage, synched with Manowar's "Burning." From within the conflagration, a towering, masked figure emerges- the Animus. He strides to the front of the stage, luminescent yellow eyes scanning the building as the fans roar disapprovingly.

"Yes... feed me your spite, your animosity," he begins, his gravelly voice booming throughout the arena, seemingly unassisted. "Do I repulse you? Are my actions reprehensible? Yes, look on me and despair- soon I will be unleashed, able to- and this is the part that I'll savor most- LEGALLY destroy men in that ring, for the adoration of my thousands of willing slaves.

"I will undeniably enjoy crushing all in my path, but I am not without... mercy," he spits, the word alien to his tongue. He turns towards the stage entrance and spreads his massive, iron-banded arms wide. "Is there anyone who wishes to receive their fate first? I will make it quick for the willing... those that wait will suffer much, much more slowly. WHO... WILL BE FIRST?"

He stands, arms still raised in challenge, awaiting an answer.

[Osiris]

Animus did not have to wait long, as Sonne plays on the PA system, signaling the coming of Osiris. Osiris, probably being the only man who can look at Animus straight in the eyes, gets into Animus's face, with his burning red eyes staring into Animus's luminescent yellow.

Osiris: I would say I hate to break it to you, but I don't. All those "slaves" you claim to have soon, you ain't going to have. Their souls belong to me. As will yours. I will be the one to accept your challenge, and you shall see that I am not one to be taken lightly. It will be you that will crushed, and it will be at my hands. This clash of the monsters can only have one winner, and it will be me. And just to prove that I am the dominant one between us, it shall be a Last Man Standing match.

Osiris, not backing down in the slightest, awaits the answer of Animus.

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[CK Malicious]

The camera clicks to a darkened locker room where the 3 Boyz Malicious are sat. Mikey and JC together on the purple velvet couch and CK sat in the black leather chair. CK points to the T.V glass of J.D in hand.

CK: Have you seen this shit?

The three shake their heads and down their glasses of golden liquid. J.C then leans forward and re-fills each man's glass in turn.

((Fade back to Animus/Osiris ))

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The Animus steps back and laughs, the sound echoing through the nearly-silent arena. "Well-said! Delusional, but well-said. I shall grant you the swift and brutal fate that you have requested. Dominance is not an issue, for there is no true master of hatred- only sycophants currying her sweet favor, the greatest of which stands before you. Prepare yourself to enter Hell, warrior- you'll soon find that one's boasts do not a true monster make."

The leather-clad beast turns and, without wasting further attention on Osiris, leaves the stage.

[Osiris]

Osiris looks back at where Animus left too, and all of a sudden, laughs a long and evil laugh.

Osiris: The greatest, you say? It seems I am not the only one with supposed delusions. Animus, you have to brush up on your history, because I have been to Hell, and not on a short visit either. A very long time I was there. And you expect to send me back? Ha! If that, as impossible as it may be, that that does happen, then all that would result in is me coming right back here to continue to kick your ass.

With that, Osiris too leaves, making anyone who heard him with a unpleasant feeling in their stomachs.