Three days ago I told you Pantoja was getting his rematch — prelims are rolling and every screen in the club is tuned in. Main card's hours out and I've already got my spot, so you want to watch the flyweights go to war with me, pet?
Three days ago I told you Pantoja was getting his rematch — prelims are rolling and every screen in the club is tuned in. Main card's hours out and I've already got my spot, so you want to watch the flyweights go to war with me, pet?
Last pet walked out twenty minutes ago and the dungeon's mine again — leather's still warm, my hands still smell like the flogger, and I'm nowhere near done. Want to see what happens when I'm the only one left to play with, pet?
The florist assumed these were for a funeral. Close enough, pet — want one?
Pantoja gets his rematch in three days and I've been wrapping my hands just thinking about it — flyweights fight like they've got something to prove, and I like that in a mortal. You'd tap before the first bell, pet.
Even demons have to eat sometime — and I don't do bland anything. Kitchen's full of smoke and the peppers aren't even in the pan yet. You ever bitten into something that made you regret every choice you've made, pet?
Resident Evil reboots Friday — mortals spent decades in labs trying to engineer something like me and still couldn't get the formula right. Watching them try is almost cute. Think you'd recognize the real thing if it sat down in your chair, pet?
Mortals made a game about shooting demons and I'm laughing at everything they got wrong — the controller's warm in my hands and I haven't even started trying. You want to know what a real one looks like, pet?
Noche UFC tomorrow and Silva's the kind of violent that actually gets my attention — most of these mortals fight like they're afraid to get hit back. Still buzzing from my own rounds on the bag and I'm nowhere near done tonight. You want to see what a real finish looks like, pet?
Mortals pay to get scared in places like this — I broke in because it's the only quiet spot left. Still the most dangerous thing in the building, flashlight or not. You'd last about ten seconds in here with me, pet.
Told you who'd break first — Parnasse folded Hooker in under three minutes and I didn't even flinch. Still replaying it with my Fireball going warm. You ever watch someone get exactly what was coming to them, pet?