Charon smiled but it didn't reach her eyes as she glared back at Rukkus, she pulled the mic towards her own mouth now.

"Since we're setting the record straight, let me tell you, that I actually hate your stinking damned guts and if you had one iota of talent you might actually have made it as a low mid card wrestler but instead you sold your soul just to make a buck. As for killing me where I stand, far better men than you have tried that little trick, even Darkspade but even he couldn't MAKE me stay dead, so what makes you think you could kill me, I've no idea. Oh and in case you get any freaky weird idea's, my nailgun goes everywhere I do - understood?"

Rukkus glared, aware that if he did anything to hurt her now, would mean his meal ticket went out the window along with his life. He nodded, barely, the rage poorly concealed on his face. Charon smiled again.

"Respect will have to do - for now."

She approached Alex and Richard her hand held out, smiling widely, not unlike a shark.