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Stir the limbs across the wrist
full possession of memory
bury me as a dog
icy hands surrounding me

The ragged they come and
the ragged they kill!
you pray so hard on bloody knees
the ragged they come and
the ragged they kill!
down in the cool air I can see

hey, yeah! - I'm the one that you wanted
hey, yeah! - I'm your superbeast
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He burst through the door, rudley walking directly past a screaming secretary.

"Sir! Sir! Do you have an appointment? Mr Boyce is in a meeting! Sir! YOU CANT GO IN THERE!"

Levi slowly turned, the grimace on his face was something out of a vampire movie, something that would strike the fear of God in an atheist, much less the fear of Levi in an unknowing secretary.

"Fuck you" was all he replied. It was enough to shut him up.

Levi turned back toward his destination, his ridiculously long black leather jacket swung in the cool air conditioned room. Levi's sweat came down his face in little streams as he made his way to the little office reading "Board Room". This was the moment he needed to make, the moment he needed to show, and most importantly the moment that he needed to prove...Thomas Aaron Levi, more importantly, Tommy Mother F'n Levi was BACK.

Levi reached up a foot and thrust forward, splintering wood in a hundred directions as the door came flying open. No need for door knobs in the RWA headquarters, no thank you.

Jim Ross reacted first by uttering 'sweet Jesus, it's Levi'. Soon after, Boyce stood up holding his hand up as if to ask Levi to stop where he was.

"Thomas, we've been talking about you. How are you feeling?"

"Don't bullshit me Boyce. You know I ain't all right upstairs, and I know I ain't allright up stairs. That's a hard thing for most people to admit, but hell, I think i know it by now. I came here for one thing, Boyce. My match."

"Yeah, you and Dawkins, Saturday, big match, you got it."

"One thing more."

"And what could that be, Tom" JR asked.

"I want a cage. Not just any cage either, no Hell in a cell cage, blue bars...I want a completly unescapable cage. No give in it at all. No way out."

"I like it, Tommy, 'The No Way Out Cage Match.' Im sure Vince won't mind me using that name."

Levi cut him off abruptly.

"I'm not done."

Boyce was taken back a bit. He had forgotten how Levi used to be, back in the 'day' as it were, before Boyce was a big wig promoter. He showed that on his face as clear as day.

"Well, by all means Thomas, continue."

Now Boyce was intrigued, but he most definatly was not happy. No one pushes around a boss, and Dawkins had been doing it latley, and now the only responce to Dawkins, Levi, was doing it too. The Inmates were very close to running the asylum.

"The match will be an 'I Quit' match. The cage is not to be lifted, not BUDGED, until someone says "I Quit". No matter how much blood, how much screaming, how many things that are illegal in most states go on in that ring, I DO NOT want it to be STOPPED until someone says I Quit."

"Thomas, you have a deal. I Quit cage match, and I will personally make sure that the cage will be set in stone. Don't worry, Thomas, I want him hurt too, I will make sure this thing goes through."

Boyce then sat at his desk, a smile slowly growing across his face.

"Matter of fact, I have an Idea that might make it an even fairer fight..." Boyce said.

"Good, just make sure if happens, Boyce. My mothers ashes are coming back to me Saturday, one way or another."

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