Seething, Not Sad

we are outside the building that hosts united front wrestling's events. a familiar, mohawked man steps into view, partly obscured by the night.

"buddha wanted t'teach me a lesson las' monday. t'night two men paid fer that lesson. so if anyone's lookin' t'blame anybody fer this, don'lookit me. i'm jus'takin' buddha's lessons t'heart. i'm takin' joker's lessons t'heart. i'm takin' darkness' lessons t'heart. i'm takin' zombie's lessons t'heart."

"you be thinkin' how i jus' walked right up t'two champions and (censored) 'em over. thing is, you invited me over when ya pulled all this shit on me. now i guess you be sayin' at this point: move on, sad man. jus' leave it b'hind."

he sneers.

"i am movin' on. i'm takin' yer lessons t'heart. i'm gonna carve yer beatin' heart right outta you."

he turns and leaves.