What do you think about when you’ve hit rock bottom? When you’ve sunken so low, you can’t see the light from the dirt you’re buried in?

I don’t see it like a down on their luck Slum dweller skulking in a corner, begging people for credits. They at least have their dignity and a sense of self worth about them.

My mom didn’t have that. She went up on stage every night at Drexl’s club and worked the pole. Every night, she went up on stage in her underwear and danced her heart out for her share of credits.

She threw her dignity and self worth away with every performance. Every humiliating remark, every sexual advance thrown at her, she’d simply take to the face and ask for more.

What’s worse, I was often in the club watching this unfold. I looked on as she led patrons to the back and satisfied their every desire, pocketing more credits and getting back on the pole to dance again.

Pathetic.

She dug a hole for me when she became a stripper, one that I’ve attempted to dig my way out of by getting her out of that contract. I became a petty criminal getting into dangerous situations in order to buy her out.

Lot of fucking good that did me, but at least I did something other than roll over and take it.

There’s nothing more shameful and disappointing than seeing someone who has boundless potential piss it away to become a slave to the pole. Especially if they signed off on it like my mom and another dancing fool did.

Mighty Mighty finds himself in the same position as my mom did. Not only does he service the pole of the three ring circus, he throws away his dignity and self worth with every dance he gives.

By the orders of Klaus Way, he goes out there and humiliates himself every night to earn his keep and satisfy the contract he signed. If he doesn’t, then not only will he be left without a paycheck, he’ll suffer a terrible punishment as he signed off on, whatever that might be.

He knew what he was getting himself into when he wrote on the dotted line. He knew that if he lost to the strongman, he would have to serve the ringmaster much like my mom served the pole.

However, he still pissed away his potential by agreeing to the terms and conditions.

As for me? I don’t serve a pole. I wield it like a weapon.

I didn’t take bullshit and ask for more. I took life by the horns and I’m steering it in the direction I want it to take. I have some modicum of dignity and self worth, unlike Mighty and my mom.

This pole serves me, and I intend to show you just how I make it obey my commands against you at Warzone.

When you’ve hit rock bottom, darkness comes just before the dawn… and I am the Night.