While he would normally be a little shaken by what nonsense he just endured, Garrot is instead quite peeved. Time travel notwithstanding, the last time he got suddenly teleported was a fit of grief-fueled, anti-Wizard fury. So to have that oof on top of being in a monster's game show?

"Y'know..." A smirk plays at the corners of his lips, and suddenly he's grinning maliciously, toothy maw not unlike a bear trap. "If you wanna put on a real show..." Garrot chuckles, leaning forward in the chair as his clawed fingertips carve into the material.

"We could cut the crap and go a round in the ring." Subconsciously, Garrot is aware that there's no cameras, but there's no way he's passing up a chance to let The Marauder come out and play. And right now, he looks a split second away from pouncing like an apex predator.

This heel's ready to grind you into dust, Four.