text: [Themes: modern, humor, serious, RPG]
  
  You've never cared much for gyms. Working out was always a very private activity for you. You always got into such a zone when you were lifting weights or doing cardio that you didn't want anyone breaking your focus. It certainly was no different before the biggest match of your career!
  
  Now you find yourself lifting weights in a small, private room of the hotel after it's officially closed. A little cash tends to extend the operating hours for most facilities. So no one can bother you now...until you hear a familiar voice begin to cackle in your head...but...also directly behind you. You spin around on the stationary bike and stop pedaling as you see a bizarre, slithering creature that somehow reminds you of a goblin. It hisses out at you.
  
  "Always so serious! Why don't you lighten up and have a little fun? I've been offering you the opportunity for such a long time now!"
  
  "What? Who-what are you?!?"
  
  A more intimidating growl rumbles behind you...to be accompanied by the monstrous voice that has tormented you the most.
  
  "Why do my warnings continue to fall on deaf ears?"
  
  You spin around to see...a peculiarly demonic looking...Mark Smith?!?
  
  "Yes it's me...I knew you were demon possessed. And I had to do something to help."
  
  "Help? You're a demon! You've been driving me crazy!"
  
  "I am not your tormentor, William..."
  
  A sinister voice howls out loud...familiar...yet twisted.
  
  "What happened to grabbing the bull by the horns, Willy boy? I thought we were in this together! And here you are...just burning hours of your life away when you could be doing so many more pleasurable things."
  
  "Who...are you?"
  
  The voice steps out from the mirror...a demonic version of you.
  
  "I'm you, spud. Maybe the better looking, less sweaty and stinky version...but you nevertheless. By the way...there's no need to have competing voices here. He hasn't listened to you in quite some time, Imp! And therefore...I cast you OUT!"
  
  The Imp is engulfed in flames and begins screaming as he burns up and melts before your very eyes. You turn to Mark in desperation.
  
  "Mark! Help me! Stop this thing!"
  
  "I cannot help you any more than I already am. I cannot stop him, for he is you. The two of you are one. His voice is the one that has always spurred you on toward danger and recklessness..."
  
  "That's right, chief! I'm you. You're me! It's great! I mean...I'm the manifestation of your lust, your pride, your passion, your greed...everything! All the good stuff! So...if you'll just quit listening to this loser altogether...we can be strong and unite! Live for the moment! Whadda ya say, pal?"
  
  The representation of your basest desires ignites himself into flames and grins darkly as he begins to hover above you.
  
  > slay Your Inner Demon
  You look to Mark again for help...but he makes no move, except closing one hand into a fist. You then look down at your hands...opening them both. You find a lighter in each hand. You quirk a brow, before looking up at your fiery demonic image. He's hovering right below the sprinklers.
  
  "Yes...that's right! Play with fire! It's the ultimate thrill! Do what you want! Be your own boss! Life for yourself!"
  
  You flick the lighters in each hand repeatedly...starting them up. You then stand on the bike and lift the lighters to the ceiling. The sprinklers are set off...and begin quenching the flame of your enflamed counterpart.
  
  He howls out in agony as he is drenched and snuffed out into nothingness. You fall off the bike at this point and strike your head...whether by losing your balance or extinguishing "yourself". Everything fades to darkness...
  
  > Chance Vs. Camo
  You've had a rough road to walk. In fact...maybe you've walked the hardest road that you could have and come this far. It seems that you've learned a lesson about embracing your self destructive lifestyle...You can still live your life without defying death at every turn. You feel proud to have overcome your own personal demon. As you enter the arena, you feel you stand a bit taller from the pride of self that you now have. You see Mark Smith sitting down at ringside and realize that he's always been there for you, a guardian angel of sorts.
  
  You smile as you step out into view of the fans. They're excited for this match and so are you. Your wild, heavy metal music fills you and the crowd with adrenaline...and you bask in it. This is the biggest audience you've ever seen. There's no turning back now! You make a sprint to the ring and climb a turnbuckle to present yourself to your fans!
  
  Mere moments later...Camo's music hits...and he enters the auditorium. He marches to the ring, which quickly becomes a mad dash! He slides into the ring and charges at you! You're already on the top turnbuckle...You could jump off and hit him with a Missile Dropkick or try to catch him with a Hurricanrana!
  
  > Missile Dropkick
  You leap off the top with grace and precision and blast both your boots across Camo's jaw, knocking him straight off his feet. The bell sounds and the match is underway! You kip up to your feet to draw a little more support from the crowd.
  
  You could either go up top again and try another high risk move...maybe a Cross Body Block that would wear Camo down more quickly...or try to leverage him into a Death Valley Driver.
  
  > Cross Body Block
  You rush back to a turnbuckle and climb up to the top. You turn around just as Camo is standing up. You leap off toward him sideways, but are caught in mid air!!! Camo's strength and balance is astounding!
  
  Camo suddenly slams your ribs down across his knee...before tossing you up on his shoulders and falling to one side to drop you straight on your head. You're out like a light!
  
  "1...!"
  
  "2...!"
  
  "3...!"
  
  The sound of the bell seems to wake you barely. Camo is celebrating with his Championship Title. When he notices you awake...he shakes his head at you with a slight smirk.
  
  "Not just yet...Not yet."
  
  You tried, but failed against the Champ. At least you put in a good effort...but you realize that you just can't afford to make a mistake against Camo. He's faster and smarter than he looks. That's for sure! Still...you've earned a little respect, even if you feel you could've done better. Mark Smith is applauding you from ringside. It's good to have a true friend that even helps protect you against yourself. And now that your own inner demon isn't troubling you anymore...You feel like you've got a good life and career ahead of you. Still...Strider will be next in line for a Title Shot...so it may be awhile before your turn comes around again.