Only a few short weeks from his match against the champion at Summerslam, Cyrus Leone had one more bit of business to take care of before he could get his mind prepared for the Power Dome. In his home lounge, he awaited the arrival of his guest.
He stared down at the coffee in front of him, he rubbed his temples before shaking his head and reached for a cigar.
"You're a poor sight recently..."
The King of Beasts shifts his gaze, looking to every corner of his lounge. Finally, he caught a glimpse of the intruder. The shrouded man, the overseer of Power, Mister Mirage was now standing in front of the Lion's minibar.
The Lion shook his head as he lit his cigar. "You've got nerve showing up here. Breaking into my home." He glared at the Masked man as he took a drag from his cigar.
The Mysterious stranger approaches Cyrus, sitting in the chair across from him. "Irrelevant.."
"The hell it is. I've rarely seen you since you blatantly disobeyed my orders to stand down. " He stood up from his seat, distancing himself from Mirage as he walked over to one of the windows. "Then you interfere in MY match!"
Mirage tilted his masked head to the side. "You're running out of time mister Leone. I merely wished to... expedite your standing in the tournament. Which you ended up winning."
"This is my operation. Mine! You're not to make a move without me!" He dragged his hand across his face as he thought. "I'm going be the one to answer for that, and I don't need someone like Salem getting in my way."
Mirage silently reached over to grab the coffee that was sitting on the table. Cyrus could see from the corner of his eye as Mirage tilted back the beverage. "I'll handle any repercussions from the Madman... We're making progress, I won't allow that mortal to interfere."
"Yeah, I'm sure." Placing the cigar in his mouth, the Lion spoke through clenched teeth. "If that's all, get the ******** out of my house. I'm expecting company."
"One last thing..." Mirage stood up, and reached back into his cloak, revealing a dark mask. "As a congratulations for you victory... gift from the other world, I hope you'll wear it." He held it out to Cyrus, dropping it on the table.
The King of Beasts glanced down at the mask for less than a second before setting his gaze back on the Specter. "Yeah, no thanks. Your gifts tend to end poorly."
"You've grown weak since your match at Wrestlemania... timid."
Cyrus suddenly stood clenching his fists at the Mysterious Stranger. "The ******** did you say to me?!"
"I wonder, was it that girl...? A mortal's life is collateral, plus she's still alive." He leaned over and set the emptied coffee mug next to the mask. "You're only a shadow. Reawaken the Lion you're meant to be, this gift will do that."
The King looked down at the mask for a moment until he was suddenly brought back by a voice.
"Ah, Mister Leone, your guest is here."
Standing in front of him was his butler, Mariana, who was awaiting a response from the King of Beast. Taking his gaze off of her he briefly glanced around the room, knowing that Mirage was no longer there.
"Right. Thank you, Mariana."
He stared down at the coffee in front of him, he rubbed his temples before shaking his head and reached for a cigar.
"You're a poor sight recently..."
The King of Beasts shifts his gaze, looking to every corner of his lounge. Finally, he caught a glimpse of the intruder. The shrouded man, the overseer of Power, Mister Mirage was now standing in front of the Lion's minibar.
The Lion shook his head as he lit his cigar. "You've got nerve showing up here. Breaking into my home." He glared at the Masked man as he took a drag from his cigar.
The Mysterious stranger approaches Cyrus, sitting in the chair across from him. "Irrelevant.."
"The hell it is. I've rarely seen you since you blatantly disobeyed my orders to stand down. " He stood up from his seat, distancing himself from Mirage as he walked over to one of the windows. "Then you interfere in MY match!"
Mirage tilted his masked head to the side. "You're running out of time mister Leone. I merely wished to... expedite your standing in the tournament. Which you ended up winning."
"This is my operation. Mine! You're not to make a move without me!" He dragged his hand across his face as he thought. "I'm going be the one to answer for that, and I don't need someone like Salem getting in my way."
Mirage silently reached over to grab the coffee that was sitting on the table. Cyrus could see from the corner of his eye as Mirage tilted back the beverage. "I'll handle any repercussions from the Madman... We're making progress, I won't allow that mortal to interfere."
"Yeah, I'm sure." Placing the cigar in his mouth, the Lion spoke through clenched teeth. "If that's all, get the ******** out of my house. I'm expecting company."
"One last thing..." Mirage stood up, and reached back into his cloak, revealing a dark mask. "As a congratulations for you victory... gift from the other world, I hope you'll wear it." He held it out to Cyrus, dropping it on the table.
The King of Beasts glanced down at the mask for less than a second before setting his gaze back on the Specter. "Yeah, no thanks. Your gifts tend to end poorly."
"You've grown weak since your match at Wrestlemania... timid."
Cyrus suddenly stood clenching his fists at the Mysterious Stranger. "The ******** did you say to me?!"
"I wonder, was it that girl...? A mortal's life is collateral, plus she's still alive." He leaned over and set the emptied coffee mug next to the mask. "You're only a shadow. Reawaken the Lion you're meant to be, this gift will do that."
The King looked down at the mask for a moment until he was suddenly brought back by a voice.
"Ah, Mister Leone, your guest is here."
Standing in front of him was his butler, Mariana, who was awaiting a response from the King of Beast. Taking his gaze off of her he briefly glanced around the room, knowing that Mirage was no longer there.
"Right. Thank you, Mariana."
