The normally eerie feeling that the interior of the Luca Arzegotti Foundation's HQ has on those who aren't accustomed to being there is rising exponentially on this night. Inside the office, there's a deathly silence. A silence that is startling, given the fact that Kyle and Victoria are in there simultaneously. In fact, there is only one noise that can be heard, and it is only for a brief moment. That is unmistakably the sound of a handgun being cocked.

Luca is standing right in front of a chair. On that chair, sits the man who he and Kyle previously assaulted. His hands handcuffed behind the chair. Tape has been placed over his mouth. There's a man standing behind that very chair, the handgun that was cocked earlier in his hand, pointed at the back of the man's skull...

The man rips the tape off his mouth, and immediately Luca asks the million dollar question:

"Do you know you set up my friend?"

"Yes, yes I do..."

"Well well, if you had told me that sooner, this could have all been avoided. Now, down to the brass tacks. Who was it?

"Poltera, it was Poltera!"

"I should've known it would be that son of a bitch. Look, while you're here, let me make a request of you."

"What?"

"You're, going to turn yourself in."

"For what?!"

"For your reprehensible actions towards New York's prostitutes..."

"Oh my god... WHO TOLD YOU?!"

"A friend told me, Mr. Zerik."

"What if I don't?"

"We kill you. Look Boris, we have friends in the prostitution business. Friends who'd love to see you be brought to justice. In any way, shape, or form..."

"You wouldn't do that, you don't have the balls!"

"My colleague however, does..."

It is at this point when Boris notices the man behind him. With a look of sheer terror in his eyes, he turns back to Luca.

"Look, I'll do anything, man. I'll turn myself in! Just don't kill me, please!"

"How desperate they get when they're faced with their own mortality... I'll make a split second decision on whether you live, or die..."

Luca flashes a hand signal to the man standing behind the chair. With a look of disappointment, the man clicks the safety on the gun, and places it back in its holster.

Boris is freed, and with a sly smile he whispers into Victoria's ear as Luca and the man escort him to Luca's car:

"I love what I do to those whores and will find a way to do it again."

Without any hesitation, Victoria grabs the gun from out of the man's holster, releases the safety, and fires one shot. The bullet strikes Boris in the back of the head, his now lifeless corpse proceeds to roll down the stairs.

"Holy Shit!"

"He's an animal, he deserved it."

"Look, we need to get you as far away from here as possible."

"I have a perfect idea!"

"What?"

"We take the next plane to London"

"You really want me to meet your parents, don't you?


"A tournament for the number one contendership for the European title? Color me interested. Now look, I'm aware of my recent shortcomings, but I assure you, I will at least manage to pull some success out of this opportunity. I mean, look at these people everyone, and you'll certainly see what I mean!

Let's start with my good old tag team partner Neil Capra. Nothing bad to say about you, moving on.

Craig Davis? Now I really think someone's fucking with me. What? Oh, he's making his debut on Monday. Well, given my recent luck with debuting people, I can only hope he's not like my last encounter. Although it appears as though he's gotten too busy with a dildos and Mr. XWF to even be a threat. So... NEXT!

Crimson Cobra, gee, what is it with the first part of someone's name being Crimson, and the second part being some form of slang term for the male genitalia? Now I get that you're not really referring to said genitalia, I just find it odd. All in all however, you've been impressive, so I'll keep my eye on you.

Mr XWF, that's the joke right there. Moving on...

Bryan King. Ladies and gentlemen, Bryan fucking King. You know, Neil already verbally abused you enough to the point where me adding anything else is redundant. You insult Neil, call out Shock Value, and are in a tournament with both members also competing in the same week? Tough break kid. Look, I'm going to make sure that some way or another, you look like the pathetic worm you are on Monday, and will prove that you bit off way more than you can chew.

So, all in all? Two threats. Half of the participants will be pushovers, and I love it. This is Luca Arzegotti, and you can bet your ass I approve this message!"