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"...A-anyway..." ECHO coughs, tries to get back on track. "Your actions a little less than a month ago were... a little upsetting, to say the least. They're the final reason the Old Man will never return to this ring..." (Muttering under their breath: "...Probably at least. You never know in this business. Bryan came back and Shibata's still considering it-") "And the reason this body is where I will remain for the foreseeable future."

They stretch their arm, rolling up one of their sleeves, revealing a pulsating mass of cables and flesh, in equal parts frustrated and admiring before they roll the sleeve back down. "However, the results of your actions are not my issue at this time, no, no... it is the manner in which you composed yourself as you carried them out. That grin, your eyes... the sheer disrespect of the Old Man's legacy. That is not something I can abide, even from someone that scares me as much as you do, and especially from someone who I respect as much as I do."

They... remove the mask as they step into the shadows, taking a large chug from the bottle of Mr. Pibb and wiping the sweat from their face, before replacing it. "Your... compatriots, however. The Brit, my former body's employer, and the dictator, your bo-" ...They pause. "...Your bo- okay I can't say that phrase in relation to that man without wanting to be sick into my mask. You can do better, Mrs. DuPree." They shake their head. "Those two, on the other hand... I don't have much use for, but yet... I can't really afford to ignore. You're a smart person, Bang. I know you'll use anything at anyone at your disposal get ahead of an opponent, and I can't fault you for it."

They step back into the light, nod at the shadows behind them. "That, however, is part of the reason I have the Council, now. They aren't technically under B8WL contract only a request from yours truly, so they can't legally be at ringside... but there's nothing saying, as far as I am aware, that they can't prevent interference from known quantities from getting to the ring." They tilt their head... smiling? "So, while two of my friends and compatriots are... dealing with that problem, hopefully... (The long raven haired man from bearing leans into the light and winks, as does a short-haired redhead, although her hair hides hers, before they go back into the darkness.)

"We'll have the ring to ourselves, barring... the eventual unexpected circumstances. And as such, I have a proposal, Mrs. DuPress." They lean forward. "I'm not about to deny you your ingenuity and penchant for violence, only the numbers gamethat I don't believe you need. Our esteemed GM, using that... bizarre service I can't figure out how to use..." A pause, then double dope slaps from the people in the shadows. "OW- hnnn.... has already made adjustments to the rivalry and B8WL match... I propose a "Mechanicsburg Death Match". Simpler than it sounds, best 2 of 3, falls count anywhere contest, and we bring our own weapons instead of taxing the B8WL's budget further than it's already been stretched. It *should*, additionally, lessen the chances of... the usual heckery that tends to happen at our big PPVs. It's your choice... (Muttering.... "Along with the bookers, I didn't actually clear the idea with them beforehand this time-") and I will, happily, await your response, Mrs. DuPree. You know where to find me."

They finish the bottle, and snap their fingers. ...The camera doesn't turn off. "..." And there is giggling heard from off camera, as a flush crosses their face, and they get up to begin yelling at the person offscreen before the screen switches back to static.)
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