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AerialKnight · **09-20-2014, 10:56 AM**

CONTINUING NOW!

When we last our honorable knight, he was reading the card that a complete stranger handed him not too long ago. According to the card, he is teaming up with an old opponent of his, Woeful, against the newest Universal Champion, Shades, and brutal up and comer, Luke Gunnar. Instead of being thrilled or excited about his upcoming tag team match, he appears to be more aggravated and annoyed than anything positive. He is rubbing his temples still. The stranger looks at him with worry, wondering if he did something wrong.

"You okay there, Mr. Heartsford?"

Just then, the knight can be heard giggling sadistically. This causes the strange man to shake in his boots a little bit.

"Say that again why don't you? Go on, see what happens, I dare you."

The man shivers, feeling ice in his words.

"Erm..are you okay there...SIR Heartsford?"

The knight smiles disarmingly.

"That's much better. I'm fine, by the way; it's just that being in a tag match with...him...is one of the last things on my minds. Especially when this match might be the boost I need to become a credible threat. However, I'm burdened with that barbaric monster of a man, otherwise known as Woeful."

"Is he bad? I mean, in terms of wrestling ability?"

"Sir, everyone he was pitted against was able to beat him. Me, Mastermind, fucking Hot Todd; you name a person, I'm sure that peron has sent him crying to his pawns in Cuba."

The man nods his head slowly in understanding.

"Well, if you need anything, my phone number is on the back. See you at the event, Mr. Heartsford!"

The man walks away and Johnathan follows him not too long afterwards. The stranger, realizing what he just did proceeds to run away from him, screaming as he does so. Johnathan proceeds to run faster in order to catch up to him, appearing as if he wants to tackle him down. Just before he collides with the stranger in the nice suit, the camera cuts to Johnathan wiping dirt of of his ruined white undershirt in what appears to be a very cheap looking hotel room. He sighs, exhausted and angry about his recent goose chase with the man.

"I'd like to apologize ahead of time to the XWF employee that I've beaten down in front of everyone inside the Santa Fe area. I did not mean to bloody your face after I tackled you, but you punched me in the face, so I had to make you learn somehow. I'd also like to apologize for all the parents and kids for not giving them a shot to knock out a complete stranger when they get the chance. It was rude of me not to let others join in on the fun and it was selfish of me to throw him onto the streets when I was finished with him, since I didn't know that I attracted so many spectators in my punishment, I didn't think anyone would be interested. I never knew that one simple businessman could be so hated."

Not managing to get much of the dirt off of his undershirt, he proceeds to take that off as well, revealing a tee shirt underneath. Johnathan wears a lot of fucking shirts, by the way. Just thought you should know that.

"Anyways, now that my apologies are out of the way, I might as well talk about my tag partner and my tag opponents in the main event that, according to the laws of probability, I'm more than likely to lose to."

Johnathan lets out a quick, cocky laugh before continuing.

"Well, I can't really talk about the opponents without introducing our two special guest referees in the match. One of the officials in said match is now former Universal Champion, Sir Eli James the Fourth. I'm sure that losing his title belt to someone who hasn't been wrestling in who knows how long has angered him at least a little bit. Sure, it's the spirit of competition, but cashing in the briefcase against a reeling opponent isn't the most honorable of actions. I'd say that he has every reason to be angry, but I'd hope he doesn't get involved in our match. The action is between the people booked in the match and only the people in the match. As heated as your fatal four way match against Gilmour, Angelus, and whoever the hell wins that triple threat this Warfare might be, I feel like whatever happens in that ring will be far more important than what's to come. Do not let that hatred towards our new champion overcome you, or else the man you've been trying to stop might win twice over."

"There is also one more referee in our match. One that has been playing favors with Sir Shades ever since that Gauntlet match last Wednesday. A being that I have no idea how to describe. I mean, hell, he has a human form, but he has the powers of some form of deity that no man can comprehend. All I seem to know about him is that he wears a tengu mask and seems to favor the violent and dishonorable in this match. I already know that this referee doesn't play fair, so I might as well make sure that my opponents don't even try to make the cover. It sounds like an awfully bold claim, but I've had match experience from veterans of the ring, so I believe that I know exactly what I'm getting myself into. If I'm speaking a load of bullshit, I don't care, I believe I can back up my points with actions."

He smiles loosely.

"Well, now that the referees of our match are out of the way, I might as well introduce the combatants that I'm pitted against. First up, Sir Angelus; or Shades, depending on which name you think sounds more badass. Well, he certainly has the fans backs in this match, that's for sure. However, this man, as you've heard me blast him for doing earlier, cashed in on a weakened champion. Certainly dishonorable, if I may say so myself. Whatever; at least I can promise our new champion a fair fight, at least in terms of wrestling. I'm not sure that I can say the same for my partner, since he's really pissed off about his current losing streak. Hell, I think he seems to be more interested in bashing men's heads in instead of the tag match itself. Better watch your back when he's in the ring."

His cellphone vibrates on the desk. He ignores it as he continues with his speech.

"Next up, we have the crazy brutal and rather unknown Luke Gunnar. Last I remember about this man was that he wanted to defeat Doctor D'Ville. I believe that was about a month ago, but now he's in the main event with the Universal champion by his side. I don't know too much of the guy, other than the fact that he is a brawler and he's not too fond of his partner, which I'm glad to see that I'm not alone in that regard."

He scoffs.

"I guess the boards of the XWF are into the 'David and Goliath team up' scenario. Think about it: Angelus and I have smaller physiques and we like to fly while Sir Gunnar and Woeful have much larger bodies and like to throw their weight around in order to gain the advantage in matches. If that doesn't mean anything, I don't know what does."

His phone vibrates again, bringing him back to the topic at hand.

"Anyways, Sir Gunnar had quite a few things that he wanted to get out of his chest. One of those sentences he spoke to me was that I was 'God's perfect child'. That's a flat out lie if I ever heard of one. I'm sure that I am nowhere near the perfect child that you claim I am. I've left my family in a apartment in Baltimore while I came back to wrestling for God's sake. Everyone has their faults, and I'm sure you're no stranger to them. I plan to use yours against you, rendering you absolutely useless in the art of combat. Don't think I can? Try me. I can assure you that you won't even make it to Angelus to make the hot tag."

Johnathan finally checks his phone, He's received two text messages, both of them are from Woeful, his tag team partner. He winces his eyes to read the all caps text message.

"'Meet me at the Sydney Opera House after Madness so we can discuss our plan to take down those two soon to be decimated men'?"

He checks the second text message he just received.

"'P.S.; Bring beer'? Why the fuck would he need beer?

Johnathan sighs and shakes his head out of annoyance.

"Fine. I'll meet you there, but there's no fucking way I'm bringing beer. I don't even want to touch another bottle after whatever the fuck happened at Gator's party."

With that, Johnathan leaves the hotel room as the scene fades out.

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