You walk into the arena, your music blasting behind you, you get cheers from the crowd but before your half down your music is cut off and the wolfs comes in. Slash. He looks like something out of a bgrade monster flick, he plays up his wearwolf nature to the hilt. A known savage.
"I wanted a striped rug" He shouts into his mike "And a virgin i bet, I'm going to make you " He goes into his rant as he approached behind you, you turn suddenly to meet his approach, backing your way into the ring. He stands at about 10 feet but shows alot more malice, his stomach still fat from the last tag team he abused and cheated, and will never return. Even the bosses don't like him, he dosen't play by any rules. You see his muscles riple "pretty little thing' he chucklles as he climbs into the ring, You notice he has a chair in one paw, as if he needs it.
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