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Lola looked gail kim, up and down, before giving a half lick of her fangs. "Gail, you can think what you want..but as you said..I'm what they talk about." she ran a hand up her jacket, and undid her coat, allowing the top to come undone slightly, running her hand up to her neck. "And when they go to bed...Im still in there dreams" she let out a half evil half cute laugh as she began on her path again.

Vulture came to the same table as the rook' Lifting up an orange, he slipped his hand into his pocket, and peeled out a knife, and began to carve off the skin. "so, hows it feel to be the closest thing to a championship?"

Vulture nodded. "Good, It's gotta feel damn good..." he let out a light laugh, "Y'know what Ty' If learned allot bein here, and I've learned allot more, facing punks like Seita, Edge, Sin, the dark hunters." he looked directly at tyler. "Don't stand around with something like that." Vulture placed a hand on the briefcase. "Because lots of people, like the bird of prey...would love t to take it away from you." he slid his hand off the briefcase.

Vulture looked at tyler, without a flinch from the last comment. "Maybe you haven't realised enough son..Hells gonna break loose here, come mind tricks, and your still holding lower-card. not enough balls to make the move tyler?" Vulture gave a half smile.

The bird of prey gave one last glance to tyler, before chuckling and turning away to head back down the hall. "Kid, you've got a game ahead of you."

Vulture slowly stopped to a hault, giving one last smile and letting out a light laugh before turning a corner. "Patience...Patience..."

"Do you think your ugly vampire self scares me." She began to laugh. "Fool. Were not talking about you like that. Your being talked about by how pathetic you are. You are an embarrassment to all divas. You should be ashamed of yourself. And put you jacket back down cuz you don't have any."

Batista walks into the halls of friday night fate, and glares at everyone he seese. He begins acting completely difrrent then his usual self, as he remains perfectly quiet with an almost dead look on his face. Even if Batista was offered a shot at the WWE or WHC, would he even take it now? He didnt want to quit TF, he didnt want to leave, but he was realising that there was no place for him here at TF anymore.His life as a superstar was mostly history.His mind fogged with choices, and things to do, and not to do.Batista was losing interest in everything to do with TF here lately, even if he didnt want to. He thought of trying to fight harder for a shot at any title, but knew it would be useless."What did the TF titles hold anymore?" He thought to himself. "What would he even get for winning them?Popularity?his picture everywhere?" Batista didnt care about that stuff anymore, and all he wanted to do was to wrestle as the best, and those titles gave him that proof to himself. Without them, he was just another...superstar. Batista walked out of the back door of TF, not saying he quit, not saying he was taking a break, not saying anything.Batista knew that no one cared whether or not he was gone or the top guy.There was no gm, and no one could stop him from his walk out of TF, maybe for awhile...maybe intell he cleared his head. Batista didnt leave the arena, but only stood next to his car, closing his eyes, and aiming his head toward the sky. deep in thought...