I don't usually concede these interviews. The thought of having to meddle with inferior creatures makes me... Don't get me started. Still, this must be done... If I am to continue with this incursion into the so called "Society", which has rendered several interesting results so far... It turns out the concrete jungle isn't as deadly as foretold by the stories... Sure, men seem to be slowly killing themselves from the very first highly caffeinated meal of the day until the last cholesterol laden cookie they eat before going to bed; but the funniest part is: They don't even realize they are killing themselves with their lifestyle...
Puny men are happy and content with being on top of the mountain, not realizing they could even go higher. Men are blinded by their ego, blinded by their emotions and materialistic needs... My opponent tonight is no different than the ones I have previously encountered. Cocky, careless, loud... Weak.
The quest for that opponent that makes me feel the thrill of the hunt suffers a sidetrack every time I have to compete with some incompetent buffoon. Nevertheless... I will wait for that worthy opponent.
Michael Cole: Leo?
Kruger looked at the obnoxious interviewer and nodded his head.
Leo Kruger: What.
The look on the Breakout champion's face was one of disdain towards Michael. Leo was wearing olive cargo pants and black boots, a black wife beater, the usual fang shaped pendants clung around his neck. His prided possession wrapped around his waist.
Michael Cole: I asked you if I could get your thoughts on your title defense tonight...
Leo smirked.
As if you could even grasp any of my ideas... You're nothing but a mere puppet, a mere transmitter of information to people whose intelligence is even more impaired.
Leo Kruger: There's not much to say about it. I guess it will happen what happens all the time... It happened back home as well. Some new lion comes into the pride... Boasting he's stronger, faster, tougher than any of the other lions... He is eager to show what he's made of... Sadly, he falls short when compared to the pride's alpha male. The metaphor requires no explanation... Remind me who am I facing tonight?
Michael Cole: Carlito.
Leo ran a hand along his chin lock beard. Being the cautious man he is... Leo had already studied his prey before hand. Carlito was one of those creatures who took pride on his origin, who thought he was destined for greatness for the fact some sort of "Royal blood" runs along his veins. What a foolish determination it was: Giving so much power to something as feeble as genetics.
Leo Kruger: I'll confide in you, Cole. Carlito is yet another poor casualty that happened to run into my hunting path. I don't know if I have stretched this enough... But I am looking for a prey worthy of my hunting ability, and to this day... My searches have been less than successful... Sure, I was entertained by the likes of Tensai and the beautiful Paige... But in the end they proved no match for me. Do you know why I can freely tell you this?
Michael Cole: It's a free country Leo, you can...
Leo Kruger: Because I have proven time and time again that I am NOT to be toyed around with. I've noticed a lot of the people I have faced have severe and cognitive impairing delusions of greatness. Michael, when I tell you I will break every single bone in my opponent's body... Do you know why you should believe every word that comes out of my mouth?
Leo's lips curved into a crooked smile.
Leo Kruger: Because being the wise man I am, I know every single one of my opponent's 206 bones and how to break them. Not because I suffer of delusions, or because I feel the pitiful attention of those you call "fans". When I do my bidding, it is done with utter precision and calculation. I don't base my chances around brute strength, dexterity or intelligence... There's a downside to every single one of the preys that have fell into my lap, and I've been meticulous enough to identify and exploit it to my advantage.
Michael Cole: So, basically what you are saying is that you know everything you need to know about Carlito?
Leo scoffed.
Leo Kruger: Not that there is a lot to know. I know for a fact that Genetics don't play a part as strong as Carlito thinks, at least when it comes to competing in these kind of events. While he relies on his ancestors' stories and genes doing the work for him... I strengthen myself everyday, learning something new after each encounter... I adapt and survive. Tonight, you will all get a good biology lesson about natural selection. So, if I were Carlito; After tonight I would choose my words a lot more carefully, as well as the direction in which I will be spitting my apples... I am not John Cena. Michael Cole, why don't you tell him who I really am?
Michael looked at Leo and nodded.
Michael Cole: You are Leo Kruger... EBWF Breakout Ch...
Puny little bastard... I knew you'd reply something like that.
Leo Kruger: NO! WHO AM I, REALLY?
Michael Cole: I'm not sure I know what you want me to say...
Leo nodded to himself a couple of times before suddenly pinning Michael Cole against a nearby wall... Leo's toned forearm pressing tightly against Cole's trachea.
Leo Kruger: Do you think I am stupid? Why don't you tell him EXACTLY, what you inferior creatures tell about me?
Michael Cole: What? I don't...
Leo pressed him tighter against the wall, his hand cutting off Michael's air supply.
Leo Kruger: Say. It.
Michael Cole: They say... They say you are a savage... They say you eat raw meat... They say you're an animal... Women won't come near you...
Michael's voice sounded raspy, and he coughed for air in between words. Leo's smile was drawn again on his face as he let Michael go... Cole slid down the wall, ending up on the floor, his hands wrapped around his neck as he gasped for air. His pale, blue face slowly turned to it's normal color. Leo knelt besides Cole and patted him a couple of times.
Leo Kruger: There... Was that too hard?
Leo smiled and walked away.
