Darkness covers the night sky, with only the headlights of a 1990 Ford F150 providing light. The light it did produce was dim in comparison to how dark it can get in the middle of nowhere. There was a silence seemingly cast over the area, so quiet that the sound of music blaring out of the truck can be heard with ease, despite the closed windows. "Black Dog" by Led Zeppelin. Inside the car were two people, a father and a son. The child was around 8 years old, idolizing the man in the driver's seat. They had a special bond, the one a father and son ought to...




The daylight shines bright through the windshield of the Buick LeSabre that Luca, Victoria, Jonathon, and Kyle are in. Luca, who's in no real rush, is driving at a more relaxed pace than normal. "Otherside" by Macklemore is playing through the car's speakers. Victoria turns over to Kyle, who's sitting beside her in the back seat, staring out a window. She asks him:

"Hey Kyle, aren't you from Alabama?"

For some reason or another, her English accent, which is normally very subtle, comes out strong in that sentence.

Kyle pays absolutely no attention as he continues to stare out the window into space. Victoria looks very agitated as she says Kyle's name again.

And again.

And the third time isn't the charm, he still doesn't even so much as turn to face her. She yanks at his shirt and pulls him from the window. Surprised, Kyle jumps and looks over at the very irritated Victoria...

"What?"

He sounds very, very tired.

"I was asking you if you were from Alabama."

"Oh, yeah... Yes, I am."

"Well, what were you doing?"

"What? Oh, I was just remembering this place. My dad and I used to drive through this place a lot..."




The fantastic four are continuing their way down the road, from Alabama to Louisiana. They're getting closer to Mississippi, Luca looks down at the car's clock. 4:30 PM, in 15 minutes Kyle'll take over driving. Jonathon continues sitting silently in the front seat. Suddenly however, he decides to finally speak up...

Jonathon: "Um, Luca..."

"What, Jonny?"

"Look, regarding the arrest..."

"Will you finally tell me what the fuck happened?"

"Yes! I got a call from Nari-"

Before he can finish that statement, Luca interrupts him.

"Nari?! He's involved in this shit?!"

"No man, at least I don't think so... Look, he seemed out of it when he called. He told me where to meet him to get the shit. I went there, and it was a sting! I think Nari got fucking kidnapped or something. He wouldn't even tell me where he got it from. I thought it was weird, but he kept saying, 'It's a jackpot, man!' So, I went..."

"I last saw Nari an hour before you got picked up. He looked guilty, but he always kinda does, so ignored it..."

"I'll call him."

Jonathon pulls out his phone and dials a number. The phone rings a few times, then makes a noise signalling the call didn't go through.

"Fucking no reception... Whatever, We'll call him when we get to New Orleans."

"Nari said he was going to be there today anyway to see his family. We can just meet him someplace."

"Perfect! We can go check out a bar in New Orleans!"

"Which reminds me, Kyle. Your turn to drive!"

Luca pulls the car over to the side of the road. Luca and Kyle switch places. The car starts back up and continues on its way...


"I'd like to start this with a statement to Tyler Vegas. How's Hell, buddy? I mean, you hit that water pretty hard... Oh well, I guess whatever happened to you doesn't really matter, just like you don't...

Moving to current events, I have a triple threat match this Saturday. That actually makes me think back to my debut, another triple threat match, which I won. However, no one wants to hear about my record and whatnot. They want my thoughts on my opponents. So, without further ado...

Craig Davis, talk about a guy who wasted a golded oppurtunity! I mean, look at him! He wins a number one contender's tournament in his debut, and goes on to miserably be unable to compete for the title due to being dumb enough to get posioned! This man is a joke! It only makes sense that his only wins were in matches where you don't have to be a decisive victor. Because that isn't the case this Saturday, and I bet he'll be stupid enough to fall for every trick in my fucking book! Craig, you aren't the Sports Entertainment Savoir you claim to be, you're nothing but a goddamn, no good, loser...

Now onto actual competition by the name of Gabriel Harding. Gabriel, my only hope is next time we're to face off, it's in a single's match. For you seem to be a more than worthy opponent. However, I do have a few things to say about you, my 'friend...' First, in regards to our finishing manuvers. I think we both know that I'm the better at performing it. In fact, come Saturday, I'll make sure I level you with it, so you know from experience just how to perform it in the future!

My name is Luca Arzegotti, and I approve this message..."