We are once again in the dark and bleak landscape of downtown Anchorage, Alaska. The weather has cleared up a little bit, but it is still cloudy and the grey clouds loom overhead like an beacon of despair. Furthering this sadness is the leaves on the ground. They are all different shades of red, orange, and yellow, a sign of the beginning of fall and the coming of the harsh winter ahead. We also see, as always, the concrete prison that is the Anchorage Coliseum gym, obviously closed, but one man is still in there, currently working the heavy bag. That man is Mike Emerick, he is delivering rights and lefts at the bag at a very high rate, almost seeming like a blur. After a while he stops and turns to look at the camera. He is wearing a white sleeveless shirt, some black sweatpants with some training shoes on, and taped up hands with MMA style gloves over them. He waits for a while and begins to speak.

"You know, I have a problem with Team Victory II in general," he starts, "It could be Morbid Angel 's futile attempts to cash in on past glory that has already faded, Bijorn's drunk ass attempts to be an Viking hero like his ancestors, or even that has been Bobby Charles trying to steal the spotlight from young up and comers like M.E, I hate their fucking guts. But the worst of the worst has to be "The Reverend" Tholomew Plague. Tholo... or should I say, Alex, I heard all the things you said about M.E, and I'm here to simply tell you how wrong your emo ass is. First of all, yes, my Dad did tell me I shouldn't become a pro wrestler, but Alex, I wouldn't even BE HERE if I let it get to me. I simply just walked away, broke all ties with my father I've known for so many years, and went on with my life. Also, you think my interview was a joke? I can see why, I did talk about how I got interested in wrestling a lot, and all I said was true. I DID get inspired by a video game, as cheesy as that sounds. But it doesn't matter how I was as a dumb 8 year old kid, it matters what I am now, a 6'6 wrestling machine! I may have started from the bottom, but now I'm on top of the wrestling world! Finally, you are doubting me aren't you? You're just like all the others, you look at M.E, you see how I act, you see where I came from, you see my expectations for myself, and you just laugh and say, "That kid won't do jack shit!" Well guess what Alex, they said that the few times I was in college , and I became a two time NCAA Division One All American! They said that while I was in the AFC, my local MMA promotion, and I became their Heavyweight Champion and held it longer than anybody else before or since, a whole year to be exact! And now you say the exact same things they said to me now that I'm in the XWF, and history has a chance of repeating itself. Not only will M.E get the victory for his team at War Games, I'll make sure it is you who is pinned and that you will be the first to fall in a long line of opponents to come! And your little boyfriend will do nothing but cry and watch as he sees you have the life slowly beat out of you by M.E! That's right, I know what you and James did in that hotel room. I didn't see it, but I sure did hear it! You see I was in the Hotel Room RIGHT NEXT DOOR to where you and James had your little buttsex party. I was lying there in the middle of the night with two beautiful ladies you'll never get a chance with, one in my right arm and one on my left. It was, let's say, a fun night. Long story short they were both passed out next to me and I was getting ready to fall asleep myself when I heard this strange moaning from next door. I wasn't surprised, a lot of people go to hotels for sex after all, but instead of hearing a male moan and a female moan, I heard two male moans. I didn't recognize one, but I definitely knew the other, it was you Alex! Now the reason I've been calling you Alex was because one, it is easier to say then Tholomew and two, because that's what James was whispering for 45 minutes on end! I'll admit, 45 minutes is pretty good, shame you will never get the chance to show your endurance to a actual woman after War Games, unless she happens to be into necrophilia. Yep, I also heard about the bounty Frodo Smackins put on your head, but listen close," Mike Emerick then walks over to the heavy bag and tears off some sort of picture that was taped on.

"It isn't Abigail you have to worry about,"

He then shows the picture to the camera, its a picture of Tholomew Plague!

"It's M.E,"

He then tears the picture in half, throws it to the ground, spits on it, and then stomps on it!

"I'm going to do what your mother couldn't!" he shouts at the camera with a crazed look in his eye. After a few more stomps he stops and calms down a little, he smiles a little.

"See you at War Games, you literal ," He then storms off, and the camera looks down at the torn up and destroyed picture of Tholomew with marks from Emerick's boot all over it.

The end is nigh