Joseph The Narrator Said:We took a glimpse at the past of young James Knight. We saw him meet a man known simply as Gramps, the first and only positive role model in the life of the Genetic Enigma. We saw how this man influenced James' life through the teachings of the Hagekura. The teachings of Bushido, which is a code practiced by the world's most honorable warriors. Some may say that those warriors would be Knights, and they are in a way. Militant Knight is the literal translation of Samurai. Samurai are masters of the blade, but Darkwynd has no blade. No. He is the blade.

There are certain responsibilities that come with being a superstar. Making public appearances. Signing autographs. Shilling merchandise. One responsibility though is to sit down with a reporter and tell people about oneself and maybe even share a few stories just to let them delve deeper into your "character". You all know how this business works, and James Knight is no different. Today, he gives his first serious interview as an XWF Superstar and his interviewer is none other than Shelly Simmons. Let's see how this pans out.

Setting: Starbucks. It's a busy day. The door bell rings as customers walk in and out. The morning light filters through the windows overlooking a booth in the corner. Here we find Shelly Simmons, XWF's newest reporter-at-large. She is dressed rather casually, wearing a black cashmere sweater, white t-shirt, and a pair of hip hugging blue jeans. The timestamp in the corner says this footage is from October. Across from Shelly sat James Knight, dressed in a three piece suit. Very very business like. A side of Darkwynd that we haven't seen until now, or is it then? The cameras focus on the two as they mingle of their large coffees.

"I suppose Swagmire was right. Starbucks is very good."

"Yeah, true. But I just wish it wasn't so damned expensive, know? I just started in the XWF and Shane is holding back a week on my X-bux."

"Which is why I am paying, my dear Michelle." he said, sipping his mocha latte. He was looking very nice. His cologne was an expensive Italian brand.

"So you got this money from your father when he was gunned down, right?"

James frowned.

"Please. Nothing was ever handed to me, Shelly. Actually, being educated in the finest schools in Rome teaches one the value of a dollar. Now being trained by a master of Bushido teaches one how to live in a humble manner and save a dollar. The combination has me set for life. Now before you ask, the extravagant suits and such? Well, those are strictly for professional purposes. You know I must look good when I am delivering a promo. Like my idol, Ric Flair."

Shelly arched a finely manicured brow. Needless to say an honorable fighter speaking of the dirtiest player in the game had thrown her off.

"But I thought Bushido was all about fighting cleanly?"

He shook his head, ordering another latte.

"Yes and no. Fighting one's opponent on equal ground. If I were to fight a man such as...hmm...say Clean Lucena, I would not resort to dirty tactics. But if I were to face off against a known cheater, I would not hesitate to match them. It's all about equality in battle, Miss Simmons."

"So are you still going to go with the Super Hero shtick, James?"

He shrugged.

"Perhaps until I am bored of it and want to be myself. I would love to "get over". Mind you, Shelly, my saving of lives is not a gimmick. I do what my murderous father does not."

She smiled.

"Yeah...you certainly saved mine..."

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Joseph The Narrator Said:Michelle Marie Simmons was such a nice girl. Beautiful. Her skin was of a mulatto tone, and her breasts developed at an early age. They were ample. D cup. Her natural hair color was black, and fairly like her African American Father's in texture. But her eyes? Oh, she had the bluest eyes. Still does. Of course, being fifteen and having a body like that makes you a target for sexual predators. Michelle had began speaking with an older man online, and unbeknownst to her parents, had decided to meet this person physically. Theman had always been sweet to her in his messages. He told her of his house. His dog. His car. But you can tell anyone anything online as young Michelle would soon find out.

Setting: A cold and windy night in the suburbs. Shelly has just stepped out of her sliding glass door. She closes it quietly as not to awaken her parents, and heads down the cobblestone driveway. She walked out to the ninety six mustang and opened the door, getting in. But as she looked at her would be beau, she felt disappointment creep up her spine. Nonetheless, she tried to be nice.

"Hi there...." She said nervously.

He was ugly. He looked nothing like his picture, as a matter of fact, he was the spitting image of Peter Gilmour. Of course, this would be if Gilmour was twice his current age. The man wasted no time either.

"So when are we gonna have sex, Shelly?"

"Ummm...no one said anything about sex...I just figured we'd hang out and go to the movies. Get to know each other."

"Oh no, you're gonna make daddy cum tonight. You said that you would. Now do it!"

The young girl screamed as the man pushed himself on top of her, pinning her onto the seat...groping her. She squirmed and cried as he tried to force himself onto her. As she screamed, her screams were heard by a strange being. Devil wings casted their shadow over the car and...

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"You owe me your life, and if you want to go into it, your virginity. However you can keep the latter of the two."

"You know James, I still don't understand why we have to pretend we just met when you get on screen. We've known each other for a long time, just like that Monolith guy and his gay partner."

Dee Dub smirked.

"They're not gay. But the reason being is that I don't need anyone knowing that I am the reason you have your job. You know, terrorism is frowned upon."

"If that's the case, why did you help me?"

He shrugged.

"Simply put, my dear, I want someone I know. I want someone who actually knows me to be my personal interviewer. And it's funny that you should mention Monolith."

"Oh?"

"I had a dream the other night. I had a dream that sometimes in November my largest challenge to date will take place. It will be what one calls a "fatal four way". I dreamed that Monolith will be there. I dreamed that one guy won't show up. I also dreamed that some guy with a name like...I dunno...Aerial Knight?"

"Oh I've heard of that guy."

"Who? The guy who chickens out?"

She shook her head.

"No...Heart. His name is Heart, and he's alot like you. Legendary honor. I hear he's quite good too!"

He grinned, sipping on his new latte.

"I like that. I love a challenge, Shelly. You KNOW that. So he follows the code of Bushido as well?"

"Nope, he follows the Knight's code of honor."

James rubbed his chin, looking very interested.

"Oh yes. Virtues and principles. Good thing too. However, Monolith is huge in my dream. He is a monster, and from what I gathered from the vision he is a veteran. This of course means that he has an experience edge in the ring. Remember, I have yet to even have my first match. I mean sure, they'll probably throw me in a couple of three ways and a match with Joey Hawkins before then but still..."

She put her hand on his and he arched a brow at her. She smiled.

"You'll do fine, James. You CAN fight after all. Not much difference."

Shelly suddenly narrowed her eyes as she noticed James' eyes turning white for a moment.

"James? James?" She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hey hon, are you okay?"

For the longest time, he stared at her through those ice blue eyes. He'd seem something that obviously had him spooked. He shrugged this vision off and put on a forced smile.

"Hrmf. The dairy creamer. I...uh...I am lactose intolerant." He lied and forced a fake burp."Hey Shelly, why don't you come with me to finish my paperwork?"

She frowned.

"You know I can't do that. Our cover will be blown.

He nodded as he thought about the vision he had. The scene from that cold October day ended with James as he stared out the window sadly.