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"I believe in ya, ya big bozo! Just think of tha glory awaitin' ya!"

[b][color=9e0b0f]"Hrah! Glory there be!? Sound good does such to Gonad! But tell Gonad, hunchy man, of how great this glory be!? Honorable it is?"[/color][/b]

[i]Gonad stood at his side of the ring as the cage slowly descended, fiddling absently with a Rubix Cube. His manager was ringside, a stumpy bald man with a towel around his neck who muddled out encouragements as he massaged the barbarian's calves.[/i]

"Uhhh, the great kind! Yeah, just great!"

[b][color=9e0b0f]"Not good enough be great! Lift hearts of orphans must Gonad, and dampen taints of their portly mothers! Bwah!"[/color][/b]

"Listen kid, be happy with whatchya got! Short of goin' out there with one arm behind ya back, ya ain't gonna-"

[b][color=9e0b0f]"One arm!? Hruh... Such then Gonad will do. Accept challenge of hunchy man does Gonad!"[/color][/b]

"No ya fuggin' moron, I was jokin'! JOKIN'!!"

[i]Gonad tossed the cube over a shoulder and folded his right arm behind his back before stepping forwards. His cloak, whose hem nearly touched the floor, rippled and flickered behind him as if woven from two dimensional flames. The hulking man brought up his stony left arm, powerful fingers splayed out in the direction of Lobo's side of the ring. Were Lobo to be in sight, he'd be able to feel the palpable electricity of Gonad's imagination as it gauged the distance between calloused digits and the Lucha's mask. It may have been but a concept of the mind, but even a fool with no fighting sense could detect the streamlined aura of potential energy counting down each fateful second in anticipation of that moment of supreme violence. Gonad's thick brow dropped, eyes wreathed in shadow. He might have stared straight through a cement wall. [/i]