Xander looked up at the PA, his voice reaching toxic levels of sarcasm as he replied in concentrated fulisade to the heated volley he took. "No, really? I'm not a bloody bouncer 'cause a'm a damned genius you moron! I fight, I fight dirty, but I fight good. Haven't been bested yet by any pair or single, and I've bounced for nine years running. I don't care if I'm ignorant, I care about making that jawbone of yours into a bloody pulp and stuffing it down your throat. Do I think you're ever going to show your rotting face around here and face me like a man? Hell no, you're going to kill me with one of your damned toys because you're too scared to face me. In fact, you'll probably kill me here soon. Good. Believe me, there's a nice little corner of hell for you, and I'm gonna be part of it." He responded, smirking and enjoying himself. "Oh, an before I forget, you're number one on my hit list." The leopard added, raising both middle fingers and crossing them in an X before pulling them like scissors, as if he were cutting off someone's head.
(By the gods it's nice to play a character like this every so often...)