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AerialKnight · **12-03-2014, 10:22 PM**

We fade in on Johnathan messing about with Cambot by adjusting it's position to focus on the TV title. No matter what angle he moves the bot or tilts the belt, the belt never loses it's focus. However, the knight doesn't know that, so he's just fiddling around with the belt and the camera. He decides to set it on a stand as a display piece. Satisfied, he lets the camera float around on its own to do whatever it wishes. Off frame, Johnathan smiles at the belt, knowing that he's the new champion not because he defeated Gator, but because he was just handed the belt by Madness' new general manager, Kirk MacClay. Cambot, not finding anything interesting in the belt, turns back over to Johnathan, who is still smiling.

"You know, I never thought I'd earn one of these within the first year of my XWF career, but there it is, displayed right in front of my face right at this very moment."

He sighs in contempt and lowers his smile, knowing that he has a big burden on his shoulders that he is expected to carry out now that he's a proper champion.

"And yet, I know that I didn't beat Gator to earn this belt. All I did was catch the eye of the new manager, and that somehow led to him giving me this belt as a Christmas gift. I didn't really earn anything by beating anyone. It just feels like I'm holding this belt for Gator until he gets back.

He shakes his head in disapproval of this factoid. He hangs his head low for a few seconds before looking back up at the belt. A very confident smirk slides up on his face as a thought pops into his head.

"Well, if I'm just going to hold this belt for him until he gets back, I might as well keep it on my person until we square off again. Who knows? Maybe things will go differently this time. Maybe I'll pick up a victory over the Englishman."

Johnathan laughs briefly.

"Well I shouldn't get too ahead of myself, I have a match to focus on for this belt here. Who's it against again? Hold on, let me check."

He pulls out his phone and looks at the card for the upcoming Madness event. After scrolling down to the main event to find out who he's squaring off against, he sets the phone down and looks back up at the Cambot with a confident grin on his face.

"What do ya know? It's the epitome of shit himself, Maverick. Well, your title shot was meant for Gator, and since he's currently trying to sleep off injuries made by the Asylum, who apparently can't find a drink anywhere they go, you're stuck with the next best thing, yours truly. Before you even think that you have a slimmer of a chance against me, remember that you lost in all the matches you were in against me. Remember the King of the Ring? You lost that when I drilled your head into the mat and knocked you out. Granted I didn't pin you, but you didn't even bother to try and stop it. And then there was the fatal five way between me, Gator, Manson, and Sane. You should remember that match like the back of your hand.

Here, just in case you don't, I'll try to recap it for you, you kept trying to spear Gator like a fucking ponce that didn't know any other move. As such, you separated your fucking shoulder, making you a really fucking easy target for the remainder of the match. Are you perfect in the ring? Not if any of those matches were anything to go by. Do you have a perfect mind? Fuck no you don't. A smarter man wouldn't try the same move thrice over in the vain hopes that it'll work sooner or later. Do you have the perfect body?"

The knight pauses for a brief moment before bursting out in hysterics. It seems like he can barely control himself for a minute before the laughter seems to cease. After he takes a few deep breaths, he looks back up at the camera, where he proceeds to laugh even harder than before. This continues for a little while longer before he calms himself down once again after realizing how pink his skin became. He clears his throat before speaking again.

"As you can tell, that is a definite no. I'm not saying that I'm the best looking man in this federation, but I am saying that if Maverick is the definition of a perfect body, we might as well just stop trying, because many of us either exceed perfection, or easily reach it if we went to the gym for a month. Obviously he's a liar, but I didn't think he was that bad of one."

He smiles, showing off his teeth while doing so.

"Face it Maverick, you lost to me, you were shit on by far superior talent, and if I beat you once, I can sure as hell do it again with no hesitation. Because there is no way in hell that I'm losing to an imperfect little shithead like you. Now if you'll excuse me, I can't waste any more time on you, I feel like I'm getting sick by just saying your name."

Johnathan rubs his head to ease the sudden pain of a headache. A strange voice can be heard laughing aloud, much to the fear of Johnathan. He rushes to the bathroom and washes his face thoroughly, just to make sure that he isn't hearing things. Even after he washes his face, he still hears it laughing at him. He stares at his reflection and shakes his head in disbelief.

"No way...it can't be possible..."

"Oh, but it is, Johnny boy, you're hearing voices!"

The knight's eyes widen out of fear.

"And now, thanks to you, everyone can hear what I have to say about you, about them, and about everyone else you just so happened to make eye contact with."

The scene fades on the voice of Doubt laughing maniacally at the knight's expense.

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