Anders was, in a word, p*ssed. That was pretty normal, being a shark Shifter in a world full of stupid, mindless prey. But tonight he was on edge, his every instinct screaming for more. More violence, more dominance, more blood. It was that idiotic fan over there chanting for his opponent that really got his blood boiling. Everyone in this dark musty room was holding signs for him. Cheering for HIM. So why on earth was this person in the front row cheering for Austin Augers instead? He growls under his breath, crashing his fist into the nose of the weaker man, Austin, before wiping the crimson fluid from his knuckles. Another win, despite that one fan making his very nerve endings stand on end.

As this mystery (not) fan of his walks to the longue, Anders follows, like a shark after a sea turtle. The lingering metallic scent of blood lingers around him as he steps even closer.

"I saw you cheering for Austin. Not a big fan of it." He huffs, his voice a deep rumbly sound that would make anyone's fight or flight kick in. "I'm the main event. The Alpha." He growls quietly, his shark like pupils full and intimidating.