It had been a few hours and the effects had just started to kick in. I sat there with Perry Diamond (who decided to come along for the ride once he found out that an old flame of his was the person I was going to engage in a battle with). The war paint was on, and I had even found an old armored suit that the Shogun Samurais had apparently used back in their day of destruction from the hotel we were staying in.

Perry Diamond: "TONIGHT! WE DINE IN HELL!"

"No seriously", I assured the man with a reputation of fondling underage females. "I don't know too much about that vampire freak bitch or anything but this suit should totally block her blood thirsty fangs."

Perry Diamond: "She's not really a vampire. She just looks like one."

Sure, I could argue with him. From the montage that had been made for this round and the type of movement that made it seem like she could defy gravity, I could only assume that she had some kind of supernatural power. Then again, I'm not exactly in my right mind. "I know. In a few minutes, we are going to have to head to the Next Gen Arena."

Perry Diamond: "I did some research on that for you too. It's called Navicon Insurance. Apparently... they sell insurance."

The half owner of The Gentleman's Club (based in Coney Island) went in to detail about what exactly they do there, and what the match entails. I couldn't exactly pay attention to him, because my mind was wandering around my current dwelling and the things that could be done inside of it. It's not like I was going to be spending a lot of time in there anyway, but a few of the things just didn't seem right -- like the goblins coming out of the mirror.

"So when do you propse we head out there?", I asked the man. "There is no telling when Demonica is going to be there, and I kind of want to get a feel for the place before too much starts to happen."

Perry Diamond: "I guess now would be a better time than any..."

One of the office workers brought a pool stick for his weapon of choice. Perry and I had already arrived and went through the building to see the new layout, which didn't seem to change much. What was formerly the area in which the wrassling would take place was converted in to a large foreign game room. I yanked the pool stick from his hand, which upon entering mind turned in to your average samurai sword.

"Did you see that!?", I asked Perry, shouting it at the time. "I have magical powers! It's a sword!"

Perry, having been one of the people that ingests his own stash, notices the same thing that I do. A pool stick has turned in to a samurai sword -- which can only mean bad things for Demonica Vile once she gets to the Navicon Insurance building.

Perry Diamond: "That is AMAAAZING! What else can you do?"

At that point I had no choice but to ignore him. The front doors swung open and Demonica Vile alongside her trusted manager busted through them. Our eyes locked. With the substance that I obviously couldn't control taking over me, her image perceived that of a warrior ready to duel. So I rushed towards her, sword in hand.

"YOU WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, BLOOD SUCKER!", I shout. I take one swing at her, striking her in the neck.

She apparently had some kind of metal resistant skin - I should have expected it from a vampire whore. All she did was hold her neck in what seemed to be pain... although I'm sure it was a cover-up to hide her true identity and the well known fact of her underworld allegiances.

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