Derek Steel thought to himself about this as he stared at Richard Arcane with an intense face.

Derek to himself: Now how do I know that this foo will still make excuses after I beat the hell out of Kizmat.

Richard sits up in his chair and begins to speak.

Arcane: I know what you're thinking Derek. You don't trust me worth a damn.

Derek: Damn strait, I busted my ass and now you want me to kick another superstar's ass?.....................Aight then, I'll face "The Lord Of Blood", then when I beat his ass, I want that title shot. I ain't got no beef wit ya Mr. Arcane, but you're really pissing me off with these tests. I am one of the best in this business, I have helped federations rise from birth, and I have also sank with the ships as they slowly decline. I might not have the wrestling experience that you think holds a brotha back, but this brotha has something only the best of the best have. That is heart, I fight until I have nothing left, best believe that blood will be shed at CW Infiltrate. However that blood shed will not be my own. It will be the blood of you CW superstar Kizmat, as The Street's Disciple will become a vampire slayer come the PPV. My onslaugth will be brutal........................

Derek waits for a reply from Richard.............