***An intense silence filled the air of the stadium while paramedics rushed the ring behind Darkspade in an attempt to help The Hitman. The hairs on Dylan's neck stood high as his skin stiffened, but none the less, the fierceness of Darkspade's glare was countered by a fierce gleam of the naive heel***

***Dylan took the mic, brushing off is moment of unsubtle intimidation and cracked a grin***
"Well, well well fans... look here, it's your beloved Champion...Darkspade!"
***A slight pause***
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dylan broke out into a sadistic laugh just before getting right in the face of Darkspade,

"Well let me tell you something, your little magic tricks and your 'Dark power' may have the rest of the locker room wearing diapers...but me, me?!? ME!!! I'm a bit harder to move."
Darkspade confidently stares through the ranting,

"You see, I'm the BEST and your a MESS, I will have you reelin'... while I'm still dealin'... a cold blooded killin'... better get your penicillin'."
"HAHAHAHA"
Darkspade looks on in disgust,

"This, this my friend is EXACTLY what I wanted... hahaha, how else do you expect I make a name for myself around here? I thinking beating your near crippled ass would be a great start..."