Schadenfreude Clown has been watching the ongoings as of late.

Of Micheal Graves going down the Xtreme hallway.

Waiting in line.

Going back down the hallway.

Coming back through the next day.

Waiting in line.

Et cetera.

Of Samaels Dyson unable to show his true side.

Of Jenny performing boring kick outs as she grows tired and weary spouting some nonsense about trolls and rules as if she is stuck in the most mundane story by the Brothers Grimm.

All this beuracracy.

Hiding what they really want to say and do.

The weariness.

The... Misery.

It brought Schadenfreude Clown into a sense of euphoria.

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As he walks down the express pass holders hallway, sipping on a complimentary cappuccino, he flashes his pass to Steve Sayors.

Sayors waves him past with a forced smile as he nurses a migraine from having to bounce between Hixxs and Razors and Bit Luchadors.

It fills Schadenfreude Clown with joy seeing him.

As security open the doors the room with Myst.

The clown smiles brightly.

Seeing Jenny alone once again, her eyes tired and the sheer thought of her pathetic kickout she seemingly hates doing.

Then, another thought crosses his mind.

A greater, more delectable thought. He looks at the clock on the wall.

Graves could miss his 4pm appointment.

The clown groans in delight.

He approaches Jenny, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

Before hurling the piping hot beverage onto her face and watched her roll around in agony for a few lingering moments.

He then kneels and placing a single gloved finger on her chest as the referee springs into action.

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"damnit Gravy, don't you have anything better to do?!"

Charlie: Uhhh, thats' a clown

"same thing"



Kick out.