"You are a dead man."
Magnus Mace spat thick blood onto the concrete floor. He peeled his massive body off the heavy steel mesh of the cage. He was breathing heavily.
Ryan Parker stood perfectly still in the exact center of the ring. He held the heavy microphone loosely in his right hand.
"You missed your target entirely," Ryan stated calmly.
"I slipped on the blood," Magnus roared. "I am going to tear your head completely off your shoulders. I do not need the speakers to kill you."
"You need them for your fragile ego," Ryan corrected him smoothly. "You built this entire arena to hide your lack of true sovereignty."
"I built an empire," Magnus screamed. "I am the undisputed king of the underground. Richard Murphy paid me to shatter your hands. I always complete my corporate contracts
