I will return

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From Titan's eyes, I observed Zarkos, sitting in the changing room. He looked disoriented, his gaze lost, as if he didn't fully understand what had just happened. But I wasn't fooled. He knew that Zarkos could be many things: arrogant, treacherous, even looking like an idiot at first glance, but he also knew that behind that facade was someone cunning. Zarkos hadn't gotten to where he was just by luck. He was smarter than he let on, and for a moment it seemed like he had purposely missed his chance to fight back. A trap perhaps?

But I didn't care. He wasn't here just to defeat him in a fight. That would be too easy. No, I wanted something more. I wanted to have fun. I wanted to see him crawl.

Instead of continuing to fight, I decided that it would be more profitable to use Zarkos for my own purposes. I already had control of Titan's body, but now I also controlled the other fighters who had witnessed my little intervention. The four wrestling idols were under my power, and with them, all their followers as well. Fans who would do anything to get close to them.

Zarkos didn't know it yet, but it would be a key part of my plan. Every time the wrestlers mentioned her name, they would do so with a slight variation: *damsel*. They would do it with mockery, but also with a kind of deference, as if it were an inside joke that only I knew about. He wanted to see how it would destroy him, little by little, from the inside.

He imagined the scene: after each fight, the fighters would approach Zarkos with that mocking smile, calling him "damsel", and he would have to endure it without fully understanding why. Meanwhile, the fans who adored these fighters would continue to idolize them, not knowing that they were no longer more than puppets in my hands.

"This is just the beginning, Zarkos," I whispered through Titan, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. Now I have your colleagues, the fans... and very soon, you too.