D.I.M. to Battlefield

[Angel Of Light]

A sweating Furious Steele drops two 180-pound dumbbells after doing his final flat bench press repetition. He sits on that bench and looks at the mirror. Without he perceiving it, he’s been left alone in the gym. He finds strange that not even the personal trainers are seen around.

He bends to pick his water bottle and when he stands back up Angel Of Light, Smiley, SkullCollector and Max are standing behind him. He turns around and Angel grabs him by the throat and pushes him back to the mirrored wall behind him.

Steele tries to make a move but SkullCollector and Smiley grab him by the arms and keep him pinned to the mirror.

AoL: I’m not satisfied with your performance on Friday.

Angel applies more pressure on Steele’s throat.

AoL: I’m not satisfied with your promoter’s attitude.

Angel releases his grip on Steele and calls for Max to approach him. She carries a suitcase which she opens and shows needles and syringes inside of it.

AoL: I’ve worked too hard to reach where I am now. I’m seven days away from winning that Battlefield of honor match and challenge the world heavyweight champion of this company to a match where I’ll surely win and will become the top name of this company. Do you know what comes next?

Angel takes one of the needles and attaches a luer-lock connector to it and then to one of the syringes. Steele intuits what could be happening next and tries to resist but Angel places his left arm on his chest pinning him back to the mirror that cracks after the impact.

AoL: I will get the TV time I need to promote my cure. I will be the man people will look after and will admire. My cure to cleanse the sins of this world will be what everybody will desire.

Angel raises the needle to Steele’s face and pushes the syringe’s bottom enough to have some red solution pouring out of it.

AoL: This might be what you need to get on the right track. Ask Max. She came to me and found the answers she’s been looking for her whole life.

Angel steps back and his two followers releases Steele. The advisee is enraged for the situation and is about to fight back.

AoL: Relax, my dear follower. The time will be right when you’ll have your part of this. Do not let me down once again if you don't want to leave this fed with an injured brain.

Angel gives the needle back to Max who carefully places it back into the suitcase.

AoL: Seven days till D.I.M. raises to the top. My followers will help me throw sinners over the top rope until there's no one more. I will remain in the middle of the ring and will be declared your sacred winner. That's the person you want as your Advisor. Not some pathetic sinner wandering around with no purpose.

[Furious Steele]

(Steele wipes his black straggle hair away from his face which exposes his cold brown eyes. Steele steps face to face with the Angel of Light and speaks in a soft but raspy voice.)

Steele: The failure is in your beliefs and your need to be worshiped by these puddles of flesh.... There is only one truth..... There is only one honesty in the world..... Somebody maybe you will evolve from a back alley bible thumper into a true god of this business.... If you ever find the courage to walk away from these minions, I will show you the way.

(Steele gets nose to nose with the Angel of Light)

Steele: Your sheep touch me again, and I break them.