Daniel Purser is a happy man.
Daniel Purser is a strong man.
Daniel Purser knows what he is doing.
Daniel Purser will be fine.
Daniel Purser looks to succeed.
Daniel Purser has never been in a better mental state.
Daniel Purser functions well under pressure.
Daniel Purser can live up to expectations.
Narrator is a liar.
In a filthy back alley somewhere, Daniel Purser stands... waiting for something. Soon he is joined by four other, less than friendly individuals.
Thug 1: So you came, aye?
Purser: …
Thug 2: What’s up boy? Aren’t you normally the talkative type?
Purser: …
Thug 3: The dude’s wasting our time.
Thug 4: Bitch, talk!
Purser: …
Thug 2: Start yapping and tell us what you know about our boys or we’ll start cutting!
A mad smile grows on Daniel’s face, and he begins to chuckle while saying the occasional incoherent word.
Thug 3: Fuck this...
The third thug steps forward, and meets eyes with Daniel before throwing a punch, knocking Daniel down; forcing blood to fly from his mouth.
Thug 3: Where’s your fight kid? Didn’t you once be the top shit?
The laughter starts once more, and Daniel is pulled up violently by his hair. Not the knowledge of the thug, he is carrying a fork which quickly finds its home in the cheek of the man.
Thug 3: Son of a bitch stabbed me! Get him!
The three others jump Daniel like a pack of dogs, and begin pounding him mercilessly with clubbing punches to the face and kicks to the legs and abdomen. It is not long before he lays on the ground, bloody and struggling to breathe.
Yet the smile grows.
Thug 1: The dude’s lost it. Probably doped up like hell.
Thug 3: Give me a second.
The other three leave Daniel and the third thug.
Thug 3: I aint too happy about my face, you know? I reckon I’ve got a pretty little mug.
He draws Daniel to his feet, and holds the groggy Purser up.
Thug 3: The fuck are you smiling about?
Purser: I’m happy.
Thug 3: What?
Purser: This all went to plan.
Thug 3: Whatever man.
The thug draws back to strike Daniel down once more, but before he can follow through he finds himself on the ground. Purser stays unmoved.
Thug 3: The hell was that!?
Purser: It’s all going to be okay.
The man is violently jerked to the side, before being lifted and slammed down.
Thug 3: Let me go... please!
The laughter comes from Daniel again, more manic than ever before. Something begins to choke the thug as he thrashes on the ground.
A loud snap is heard and the movement ceases.
Daniel’s laughter dies, as he walks away; leaving behind the broken and bloody body of Harold Townsend.
Cripsy.
It's been an interesting ride, hasn't it?
After all the banter and bullshitting, we've found ourselves facing each other, with the Pure Title on the line.
And you can have it.
I don't want it anymore.
I don't care about.
It's a chain.
Another chain just holding me down from doing what I want to do.
And no matter how hard I try, I can't sever it away.
I can't weaken its hold.
I'm supposed to be proving myself as someone who can hold up Pyromania.
But I'm not. I'm just not that person.
And neither are you.
No one can.
No one thinks that you're going to be a strong test of my abilities.
They know I can destroy you.
They know that given chance I'll tear your face off.
That's what I want to do.
And if I get rid of this belt?
I can do it.
I can go about, doing as I please.
I'm not pure.
I'm not even clean.
I'm no saviour of the damned.
I am the damned.
And I'm going to enjoy being the damned as much as I possibly can.
And I like company.
You see Shane, when we meet at Blistering Inferno, the result doesn't worry me.
I can leave a happier man without it.
All that matters to me, is blowing off some steam.
Cleansing myself of my demons.
I'm going to walk to that ring.
I'm going to find you.
And I'm going to show you a new world.
I do hope you enjoy.
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