“Have you ever had a steak go bad?”

“My father did, many a time. As soon as that disgusting stench hit my nose my stomach would curl and I would plead, beg for him to not make it eat it.”

“Yet, no matter what I said, he would insist that the steak was still perfectly edible.”

“You just need to dress it up right.”

“With every spice in the house he would drown our family dinner in mountains of seasoning, every different flavor added with the sole purpose of hiding the rot lingering beneath.”

“Then he’d force that plate in front of me and my brother, cross his arms, and tell me to eat up.”

“I can still remember every rancid bite that met my lips. How no matter how heavily seasoned it was, how he dressed it up.”

“It was still rotted.“

“Inedible.“

“Slimy sirloin sold to me as gourmet ribeye.”

“Sound familiar, Savor?”

“Hold your pan, I’m not talking about your food. I’m talking about you. Now, I’ve stood across from you in the ring many times before, haven’t I? You’ve carried yourself as someone artistic, intelligent, creative. Your words seasoning you, flavoring the man long before he landed on the plate in front of me.”

“Yet, just like dad’s famous steak, as soon as I sunk my teeth into that slimy flesh I could taste what others could only see, only smell.”

“Beneath all the accolades and ego lies a man who’s long since gone bad.”

“A heart squirming with maggots, soul tainted to the touch. Yet you’re still obsessed with the world seeing you as someone deserving of five stars, don’t you? Hoping that the world is too blind, too dumb to realize what you really are. A stomach curdling mouthful of expired steak begging for recognition.”

“For power.”

“Over and over again you’ve tried to trick the world into taking a bite of you, yet you always come up just short. Not because you don’t know how to flavor yourself, but because the primary ingredient has long since spoiled. You refuse to change who you are, to become what you’ve lead the world to believe. You’re corrupt, Anton.”

“Rancid.“

“Rotting.“

“Failing.“

“And as you stand in my way to Ring King, I’m going to do what my father never could, Anton.”

“I’m going to throw the steak away.”

“The people of Arcadia deserve better than that, Anton. To be allowed to chomp down on something they can stomach. To enjoy a meal that doesn’t leave them sick.“

“Just like George, just like Zeus, I refuse to allow you to hide the evil inside. No more lies, no more abuse.”

“It ends with you.”

“It ends by my hand.”

“So when your back hits the mat, when that rotted piece of meat lands in the trash, I want you to know something, Anton.”

“No one is above scrutiny.”

“The Law is here to clean up Arcadia.”

“To protect. To serve.”

“No one is above the Law.”

“And I am the Law.”