Blood On His Hands

I ignored his words like I did every night and raised my hand to touch his.

"Don't fucking touch me!" he screeched, his limbs flying around widely, one of them hitting me in the face, causing me to fall to the ground from the impact. 

He paused long enough to see what he had done, only for a twisted smile to appear on his face once he realized he had hit me. "It is nothing less than what you deserve. If I could, I would get out of this bed and beat you like I do the guys in the ring. I don't think you would last nearly as long as they did before I killed you."

Ah, yes, and now we were getting into the verbal threats. Unfortunately for them, one of their… coworkers actually followed through with that threat. He got in a few good hits before Rip ripped the door of his cage off its hinges and then the head off the guy.