"You see professionals... You see heroes... Villains... You see people telling you stories... Putting their bodies on the line just to get a reaction from you... But do you know what I see? I see nothing but feasible preys..."
The scene? One of the multiple EBWF training facilities in the country. The place where dreams are made and broken, where young athletes were submitted to thorough examinations to see if they were fit or not. This place was often full of athletes and trainers, putting their bodies to the limit... Now it was desolated and bathed in darkness... Utter silence, except for the heavy footsteps that slowly paced from the shadows onto the only place where a small window shed a little moonlight into the room... A tall, well built figure walked into the light, his hazel, feline eyes stared a hole into the camera. EBWF's resident hunter, Leo Kruger stood under the moonlight. He wore black combat boots, black combat pants and a white wife beater. As usual, teeth and claws belonging to wild animals dangled along his pectorals.
Leo Kruger: I didn't know hunting trophies were meant to be passed around... And I refuse to let go off my Breakout Title... So if my opponents at Death Before Dishonor are even imagining themselves with the Breakout championship around their waist... They better think again, because the only way they well EVER be able to strip me off my hunting trophy is by taking it from my cold, spastic, dead grasp.
Leo ran a hand along his chin and shook his head.
Leo Kruger: I have been in the concrete jungle for over a month, and I haven't been impressed by the so called homo sapiens sapiens, the supposed pinnacle of human evolution... Not one bit. I am still to find that match, that prey that stands above them all, that person who will make me feel alive again!
Leo spread his arms and looked up, behind him a darkened ring where wrestling trainees performed mat work...
Leo Kruger: Instead... I continue to get inferior species thrown my way! I spent the whole day in this training facility, just sitting down, watching, observing, submerging in the culture of these so called "stars of the future". Let me tell you, our future is doomed if it is resting on these kids hands... All they can think about is feeble things like money, fame, women, partying, ingesting alcohol and any other substances you could think of... Instead of waking up with the sole purpose of nurturing their mind and body, of growing as men... They long for self-destructive tendencies. They engage in practices that break their body and spirit... How could they ever be even remotely desirable preys for a prime hunter like me?
Leo turned his head over his shoulder and smiled at the empty ring.
Leo Kruger: They spend months here trying to come up with ways to tell themselves apart from the rest... They want to be permanently tattooed on the fans' memory... Don't they realize all of their efforts to make themselves different are in vain? They are just all part of the same herd...
The camera followed Leo into the shadows, turning the night vision mode on. Kruger slid in between the second and third rope, heading onto a turnbuckle while the camera followed.
Leo Kruger: What brought me here? Well, the simple fact that my opponents for Sunday night's match had to go through this process... They are also weak, obsession-driven individuals that can't think of nothing but fame and fortune... First we have Dolph Ziggler... Who is no different than a Peacock... Always wanting to look good, always wanting to "Steal the show", his tan, his fake hair color, it is all that matters! He wants the breakout title, of course... He'd love another accessory to add to his arsenal of eye-catching colors and clothes... But not to have it as a valuable hunting trophy. Dolph Ziggler doesn't stand a chance... Because he's obsessed, not with success but with people around him noticing and worshipping such success.
Leo leaned against the turnbuckle and looked straight into the camera lens.
Leo Kruger: Same goes to my other opponent... Corey Graves. He hasn't been in EBWF for two weeks, yet he has made clear that he wants to have his cake and eat it. He wants it all... Apparently he thinks the fact he has struggled to get where he is, automatically gives him the right to earn whatever he wants... Trust me, there is a reason why I didn't boot the door of this place down and began chopping heads off to add to my trophy wall. Success in hunting does not come without patience... That's the reason why I am still waiting for my prey... The reason why Corey and Dolph are nothing but happenings in my path to find the thrill of the hunt.
Leo slowly knelt against the turnbuckle, his hands held the ropes tightly.
Leo Kruger: The fact two helpless preys have been pit against me on Sunday night gives me the slight idea the EBWF universe doesn't believe there is a single individual around able to go toe to toe with me... Amidst their desperation, they are hoping I am overthrown if the number of opponents increase... I am well aware the two inferior preys might feel threatened and resolve to align themselves... But I am smart and strong enough to deal with that... As I am smart and strong enough to resist any temptation and obsession other than the adrenaline rush I get whenever I am hunting down a prey... No matter how inferior or worthless it is... It keeps me alive, it keeps me well trained and sharp for when the right prey comes... In the mean time... I will enjoy every chance I get, savor every moment and take the most of every learning opportunity... You know, Corey Graves might think he wants the world to be a huge filth parade... But you know the only thing I see everywhere I look? I see bait... A bait parade where I am the alpha male, the top notch hunter... The lone predator in this food chain.
Leo smirked and looked up as the scene faded to black.
