He sits in a half-dark, half-lit room, just like he always has in the past. His chair under him is painted a nice white color on the lit side while the other half of the chair is painted a charcoal black - not that it's visible anyway, as the room's half dark side covers the charcoal black. The interesting young superstar is seated upon his chair, but like everything else, only half of him is visible with the strange way the room is lit. The half that is visible wears white trunks, white boots, and white knee-pads. He is ready for his match later tonight. Not only that, but his white arm-band wraps around his hand visibly. On the other side, he wears the exact same attire in black - but of course, it's not visible. The young superstar rocks back and forth in his chair until he begins to have a conversation with himself.
"Time to go out there and win.."
He says this in a good, hearty, innocent voice. All of a sudden, however, his voice changes to a more evil, angry tone...
"Like we always have."
"You really think the kid has it in him to end our undefeated streak?"
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"Is that a serious question? Of course not. Look at him, he's a new player to the game. The game that we've dominated since making our appearance here. Don't even start clowning around like that."
His tone of voice suddenly changes.
"Nonetheless, we need to take him as seriously as we would anyone else. The only reason we've gotten this far to begin with is because we've taken our competition seriously... our world title match is right around the corner. It's only fair that we prepare ourselves by going all out."
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"Fine. If it will make you feel better, we can go all out tonight. It's not like the kid's any better than we are. We've proven time and time again that we can take on the best of the best. This kid has no idea what's coming to him."
He suddenly stops rocking his chair for a bit. Mainly due to the knock on his door.
"Uhhh... sir?"
"Yes, who is this? ... And what do you want!?"
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"Show is on in 5 minutes! Just wanted to tell ya so you'd be ready!"
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"Thanks for the notification... NOW BUZZ OFF BEFORE I MAIM YOU!"
The foot steps of the poor, caring worker can be heard pattering off into the distance as he does not want to stick around to find out if this man (..or men..) will come through with their promise. As he does, Zayvin goes right back to talking to himself.
"You ready?"
"Me? Of course. Like always. What about you?"
"Same... let's go on out there and win this."
"I think you're starting to realize we make a good team. I'm glad you're finally seeing things my way."
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"I'd rather not talk about this right now..."
"So you still have cold feet? Fine. Take your time. It'll take some getting used to. But we're getting there."
"...I hope so. Anyway, we should get going. Wouldn't wanna be late."
"Of course. After you."
Zayvin slowly crawls up out of his chair. His body remains in the half-lit, half-dark room as he begins to ponder just how much time it will take him to adjust to his new self. Meanwhile his other half begins to wonder just how many evil things he can do to their opponent tonight...
Subject: 4) Nick Zayvin vs. Mark Frenzy 
