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AerialKnight · **10-28-2014, 07:49 PM**

"In the end, the Black Circle won..."

The knight smiles in the darkness.

"Maybe my team didn't win at War Games, but know this, Tank: Azrael will always...always win in the end."

The scene fades in on the Aerial Knight rubbing his lower back, which is still feeling the pain of getting speared through the cage by the surprisingly agile fat man, Ghost Tank. He tries to rub the area where he was tackled through, but no normal man can reach that far behind his back, especially after the amount of pain he's been put through at War Games. He then tries to lean backwards to pop some bones in his back. He does, but he doesn't get very far back before his face starts to grimace in pain. He holds that stretching pose for a little bit before slowly adjusting himself back to normal. He is making soft moans as he shifts his body, however. He knows that he can't show any disadvantage, but it's clear that a lot was taken out of him, and he there's no real way to hide it unless he heads over to a chiropractor.

Sadly, since Shane found out that the Knight outright lied to him about what he was going to do with that Cambot prototype, and that the fad hasn't really caught on with anyone else in the federation, he said that the hunk of metal was all the money he was going to get until he actually won a match. The cambot can't really be sold, either. It's not an actual prop from MST3K and it's an actual camera robot made by the XWF. The last time the knight (accidentally) sold something from the XWF he got fuck all for it. The cambot follows every angle that Johnathan stretches in, making sure that his face is in every shot. Not because he set it that way, but because that's what it was programmed for.

"Fucking hell, that felt like I was ran over by an elephant."

The knight groans.

"Then again, I'm not sure if it was because I was speared by someone, or if it was because I was speared through a cage and had some three hundred pound jackass land on top of me afterwards."

His smile comes back not too long afterwards. However, instead of a cocky smile that we've seen him sport multiple times in the past, we see that his smile is more honest and confident.

"You know, I'll be the first one to admit this, and I'll probably be the only one to admit it, but once I've been taken through that cage, I've felt something...take over me. No, not a demon, a ghost, or whatever the fuck people believe possesses people for whatever reason. I'm talking about a new mindset. I'm talking about the new ideals that all of you peasants...no...future knights...will come to agree with. There are monsters in our world that one knight cannot just take down alone. Everyone needs all the support that they can get when they come up against anyone they can't take down alone. Now, that doesn't mean that I'd support everyone that looks up to a knight at the time of need."

"You see, sometimes people just have to handle their own problems when the time comes. You can't rely on me when, say, your parents are getting divorced. What do you think I'll do, anyways? Kick their heads in until they promise to love each other until the day they both die? That's just fucking stupid, you know? I'm not going to jail because everything has to go your way."

Johnathan then holds his hand under the little bot and turns it three hundred sixty degrees, showing the people at home, for a brief moment, exactly where he was filming from. Looking at the footage, it is shown that he is filming from the top of a nondescript tall building somewhere in New York. The city is lit up, making it look like a scene you can only see in photos. Not much sound is being made on the streets of NY, sans the occasional honking of a car horn and yelling from pedestrians on the streets. Those could barely be heard, anyways, so exactly why they're yelling and what about remains unknown. When the camera turns back towards the Knight, he takes a few steps back and sits next to the ventilation pipe, where he looks up at the night stars and stretches again, wincing in pain as he does so.

"However, what I am encouraging you to do is to fight for your own safety. If you ever feel like your family name or your live is being challenged, do not be afraid to fight like a knight. Never be afraid to fight like a knight when the chance arises."

He sighs out of disappointment in himself.

"Never hold back...like I did."

He stands up and walks down a flight of emergency stairs that aren't very far from the edge of the building and starts to run straight down all of them.

"In the meantime, I might as well talk about both of my first round opponents before I tell you about my new and improved Code of Honor. Do you think they both know what it's like to be truly honorable men in this tournament?"

The knight cracks another smile.

Let me put it to you this way: Maverick is a lying scumbag that took a massive shit on the X-Treme title and blamed it on X-Pac. Even if he isn't lying, let's face it: he has an easily punchable face that makes everyone within eye contact of this man will just want to run up to him and knock him out. Also, he lost it to the other biggest douchebag in the federation, Vinnie Lane."

"Now let's stop talking about douches for a minute and talk about his nickname "The Avatar of Perfection". You should already know that perfection means to achieve flawlessness, so I won't even bother telling you what you already know."

The knight reaches the bottom of the stairs and proceeds to walk along the sidewalk.

"I see two faults in that claim of his. The first one is that big loss on his record, which outright eliminates any and all claims of him being 'perfect'. Another fault in his character is even calling him perfect in the first place."

He rubs his neck for a bit, trying to massage it if Tank managed to hurt that area of his body as well.

"Mr. Perfectionist over here already thinks that he has absolutely no flaws, no problems, and absolutely no imperfections. Since he is a human and not a God, not by any stretch of the word, he has flaws. He absolutely refuses to do any research on his opponents, he doesn't know when to shut the fuck up, and there is no way he knows what he's talking about. You want to make it to the top, eh buddy? Good luck with that. At least I have enough knowledge to know when I'm ready to achieve glory. I doubt you're smart enough to know when to start."

"Now what about Tyroil? The confused kid who still thinks he's on the field?"

Johnathan shakes his head and throws up his shoulders.

"To be honest, I got nothing."

BEEP BEEP. LOW BATTERY

With that, the camera turns off.

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