The scene fades in to the sight of Avery Martin Alden standing in the foreground of the same shot seen previously in the last promo he released in regards to his opponents this week. However, there's one big change to the scene from last time. That being the inclusion of Isabelle. Isabelle, seemingly oblivious to the goings on around her, sits in the chair right next to where Avery stands; legs hanging over the left armrest and head rolling lazily to her right shoulder. He looks down at her and chuckles before turning his attention to the camera. He closes his eyes, looking as if he's trying to recall a distant memory before lurching forward and exclaiming - Aha!

An action that startles the up-until-this-point-too-lost-in-her-own-little-world Isabelle and almost sends her jumping back far enough to topple over the side of the chair. Almost. She catches herself on the armrest and sighs, trying to slow down her rapidly pounding heart while flailing her legs wildly in an attempt to kick Avery. After a flurry of misguided attempts that miss hilariously, she finally connects with a weak tap to his shoulder that accomplishes little more than dragging the shoulder of his jacket out of place. Something he quickly fixes before turning his attention once more the camera and clearing his throat.

"It appears that my words have gotten the attention of their intended targets. And furthermore, it's gotten them to react. Now, I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect that because this business appears to be as much psychological as it is physical and the overwhelming urge to get the last word in drives some people to filming themselves saying meaningless words just to get that mental 'edge'. In my eyes however, that's a foolish waste of time. However, allow me to leave that musing alone for now and focus on the words spoken by my two opponents."

He straightens his tie and cracks his neck.

"Who to respond to first? That's the question. Should it be Mastermind--"

"The forty year old virgin?" asks Isabelle, her first words since the camera started recording.

"Or, Jack?"

"The wannabe tough guy?"

"My my, what a decision I have here. Maybe I should start from the beginning; the first person to respond and in that case, we'll go with Mastermind. Hello, Mastermind. It feels weird calling anyone that, however since you've refrained from ever uttering your real name, I guess it's the best I can do to make sure you realize that yes, I am talking to you. He claims to be the 'senior wrestler' in this match and readily admits within seconds of saying that, that it will sound funny to some others. He appears to be self aware in all of the worst ways; aware that no matter what he does, he's stuck a slave to the losing record he hands around his neck like the noose he uses to hang himself with every week. For, when it comes to this game of back and forth, he's always the one to bring up the fact that his record is, at this count at least, ten wins to twenty losses. Every week coming in with the same gameplan; preparing the same way. All the while blissfully unaware that that very same routine he's fallen into is the thing that's poisoning him. However, I am not without sin in that department. I've found myself on the wrong end of routine a couple of times however I realized the folly of my ways and moved on from them. Can you say the same? When the news finally dawns on you, will you move on or will you go back to the only thing you've ever known? Time will tell. Though, one thing's certain. You say things without meaning. You say you're hungry. I don't see it. You say you're that good and yet your record would suggest otherwise. Am I wrong on any accounts? No. Though I'm sure you'll find a way of antagonizing me, the way Jack already has. However, I'll get to Jack a little bit later.

Mastermind, who in a turn of events does like to claim he plays mind games with opponents, attempts one with Jack and I. By claiming, something rather peculiar. He's won because he's Jack and I 'want to beat the Master of Minds at his best'. Apologies if I'm wrong in this way of thinking, but I'd want to beat all of my opponents at their best. Fighting an obviously weakened foe doesn't seem like a very good course of action to me however maybe to you that's how you prosper. Are all of your ten wins against weakened opponents, Mastermind? Is that what you're telling us? Is that how you look yourself in the mirror and psyche yourself up my repeating as nauseam your impromptu catchphrase: 'I am that damn good'? Are you? Are you really? You mention that you aren't at the top of your game result wise, but you get out what you put in. Or so I was always brought up to believe. So, if you aren't at the top of your game in the viewpoint of the end result of your preparation, how can you say that you're at the top of your game with any accuracy and honesty? Sincere thought."

"Because, I think for all he talks about mastering people's minds, he doesn't have a brain of his own. Or at the very least, in his free time he reenacts the Brain Surgeon, only removing the parts of the brain that store information than the ones that process empathy. That way he make the world as stupid as he is!"

He diverts his attention from the camera back to Isabelle, squinting and furrowing his brow in confusion as she shrugs.

"What?"

"Nothing. Anyhow, there's still Jack to talk about."

"Was he the inspiration for the Tell-Tale Heart?"

"I don't know.

In any event, Jack had a bit of vitriol for me, something I honestly didn't expect. Yes, this is the wrestling business and yes that entails a bit of aggression, however it seems like Jack was actually agitated by what I had to say. Why, I haven't a clue. However, since he has spoken of me, I feel the urge to respond. To clear myself of these unfounded claims. Like, for example, bringing up the issue of censorship. On what grounds is that relevant, Jack? Where did I talk at all about promoting censorship to a large enough level that you felt the need to stick that in as a snide remark? Please, tell me. I'm curious. No sarcasm here, I'm legitimately curious as to what caused that little outburst.

'Its appears that wisdom is not at all on your side'. Care to explain how? Or are you content to make declarations without merit and pass them off as truths just because you say so? Is that what that's about? You testing the waters to see what you can get away with saying before someone asks for proof? Because if so, that's an odd game to play. Just like claiming your slip ups are somehow don't exist anymore because someone else mentioned them first? Huh? Does the fact that Kendall Sawyer got to them first make them just, disappear? No. They're still there. They still exist no matter how much you may want to hide from them and say that they don't.

How's that for coming up with my own words, Jack?

How's that?"

"I don't get this guy. What's he trying to be? A hero, a villain, something inbetween because all it looks like to me is that he's trying too hard to get people to notice him. Looks like someone wasn't hugged enough as a child."

"And the others. They're there."

"Are they?"

"I think. However, I feel I should be wrapping this up. Good night, you two. Good night."

He approaches the camera and stops the recording, causing the scene to fade to black.

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"Was that too mean? My interjections that is."

Isabelle paces back and forth in the same practically empty room where the pair had filmed their promo just a few minutes prior. As she approaches Avery for the fifth time in under thirty seconds, he drops one hand on her shoulder and stops her dead in her tracks.

"Possibly, however some of the others whose words I've heard are much worse. You're fine."

"Oh, good. I really don't wanna come off as a total bitch, but that's what rolled off the tongue."

"Oh, no mistake about it, you did come off as a total bitch," he says with a laugh, causing her to drop her jaw in faux shock and slap him on the arm.

"Jerk!"

"Hey, you know I don't like lying!"

Just then, the sound of footsteps echo from the far side of the room over to their end. Two sets of footsteps to be precise, one thundering pair of boots striking the concrete floor and the other; a pair of high heels clickclacking across the same patch of empty concrete. Both Avery and Isabelle freeze and tense up, turning their attention to the duo approaching. A man roughly the same height as Avery, but with a little more meat on the bones and a woman considerably taller than Isabelle, thanks in some small part to her choice in footwear. Once the pair make it to the pair that was previously occupying the room, the man offers his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you," he says as the woman offers her hand to Isabelle. "I'm your trainer."

"Oh, really? It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr..."

"Not important. What is important, is that you two meet with our boss, immediately," says the man.

"Yes. Miss Chase has specifically asked to meet with you."

"Chase... that name rings a bell."

"Better remember fast, Alden."

With that, the man grabs a tight hold on Avery's arm and the woman does the same to Isabelle. The pair look at each and back at the people holding them, before deciding ultimately that resistance is futile and allowing the other duo to whisk them away to whomever this Miss Chase is.