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Thurston: "The dawn of another day... and while the sun is setting here, it damn sure will rise again tomorrow morning, reliable, steady as clockwork. Like the pheonix of folklore, it decends into ashes and rises again in flame. Steady as clockwork..."

Thurston: "And just as steady as clockwork, as reliable as the sun coming up, I will be there on Wednesday to face down and strike down my opponents, Maher Reims and Kasey Chambers... It is these two that I would like to address tonight, as I can not even think of anything else at the moment."

He clears his throat and begins to pace back and forth, rubbing his chin. He pauses and faces directly into the camera.

Thurston: "Maher Reims... as much of a rookie as I am. You stroll in here with your "Last Angels," your "Erinyes," thinking that you are the hot new people on the block... Well, I got a bit of news, you aren't the only rookies, and damn sure you aren't the best. Maher, you say that I will treat you like a servant... You are quite wrong... servants are useful for the future, you are not. I will treat you as what you are, as lower-class trash, and I will stomp you back down to the level at which you belong. You and your street trash buddies, that half-ape Craig Robinson that we have heard all too much from and that mysterious pile of organic waste, Azra'il, whom we have yet to hear from, should go back to your carboard boxes, your musclehead ways, and don't bother those of us who have intelligence."

He clears his throat and proceeds to pace for a few more seconds, stopping suddenly in mid turn to face the camera once again

Thurston: "And Kasey Chambers... I must give you a little respect, as it seems you have a better head on your shoulders than many of our fellow grapplers... You were a sniper? I can appreciate that, for it takes a sharp eye, a killer's eye, to hunt the most elusive prey on the planet, the most dangerous prey on the planet, that of man. But that will not matter in our coming match, because your eyes may be good, but the mind is a third eye, one that truly sees things as they are, and that is where I have an advantage over yourself and Maher, the fact that I can think ahead of you, anticipate, react accordingly, plan two steps ahead."

Thurston: "Man is what we are hunting this Wednesday night... I look forward to the challenge, as I am sure it will be, facing two athletes of such mediocre talent. I am quite sure I will be coming out of this on top, and my confidence has never failed m previously. I look forward to the night of my debut, the night that Thurston Edward Marshall the Third explodes upon the scene of the GWA, the night that I begin to make my permanent mark upon this association. Good night."

The camera fades out on the bright ball of fire, the sun, sinking below the horizon. The last words left on the screen as the sun fades away are The hunt starts.... NOW