Already Making Friends (Response to Nikky Venom)

Sitting in a brown leather chair in the midst of a crumbling room sits Nikki Venom. Paint chips, chunks of cement and other debris cover the ground. The majority of the wall behind him is charred black from a fire a few years back. The sunlight shines on Nikki's face offering a shimmer in his green eyes. In his hand is an old-fashioned whiskey glass full of a deep brown liquid.

"Listen up assbreath, you came into this company and the first thing you did was throw everyone's ability into question. You walked in said you were the greatest and no one had the balls to face you. Well here I am. I am going to knock you the fuck down a peg. Why am I going to do this? Because without so much as a how'd ya do you came out of the gate and insulted me. You challenged me. And now when I step up and tell you that I won't play your bullshit game you start throwing more insults my way. Alright fine, but let's evaluate this. You came in aggresive, I returned that aggression back to you whole, and now you are even more pissy... Why? Is it because I won't let you walk over me? You may be a bit taller than I am, but I weigh more and I have more talent. I am not some dirty hick who thinks street fighting experience makes him a wrestler. I actually trained. I actually know what I am doing, and it pisses me off when a green kid like you comes in guns blazing. Is there anything you have to be cocky about? Is there anything you can use to back up your talking? You're twenty-four years old and acting like you're a fourteen year old going through puberty. I'll do you a favour. When I fight you I will crush one of your testicles into a fine powder. That way the testosterone that you are going mad on gets halved. Sound good? I think so. So now, before you say anything cut the over-aggression out because it will get you no where around these people."

He takes a large glup from the glass.

"Jesus H. Christ."

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