Humankind is a strange race.

They're constantly relying on other people or objects to fixate their problems on.

Much like our disdain for the current government and our desire to overthrow it because we have the right to do so.

However, others like to focus on other things, like the economy, how other people perceive them, and how they can relieve stress.

The last one, in particular, leads people to many interesting options.

They can either take their frustrations out on other people, much like the current wrestlers in today's society, or they can take it out through other means.

Some people abuse themselves.

Others like to imagine that they're repopulating the Earth by shooting their children out into the open.

And others, much like dear Kendall's case, turn to the bottle to make everything not feel so bad.

Some people like to drink to forget about their problems, while others drink to block out the truth of the situation.

Rarely do people ever drink for fun, but people like them do roam around in the street once in a while.

I have no possible clue why Kendall started to drink, nor do I wish to go back to the beginning of her career to listen to her bitch or moan about her family.

Before you try to claim that I'm the same way, listen to this:

At least you have a fucking family, even if it's just your father.

At least your roommate gives two shits about you, even if most of the time she likes to insult your well being like a sibling would.

At least you have people by your side when times get tough.

Me?

I have nothing.

My wife and children were shot up by the police because they believed that we committed an act of arson and we kept resisting arrest, even after we were tased.

My biological parents were burned to the ground from that very same arson that they tried to pin us on.

And you think your life's tough.

But enough my tragic past that you don't give a shit about because you're too drunk to give a damn, what about what you say about our odds against you and Meta?

You say that you have nothing to worry about, but that's the exact behavior that everyone else has before they have lost it all.

It's classic children's storybook logic, which can carry over to our current situation quite well.

I'm sure you were read the Tortoise and the Hare to you as a child, correct?

Then you should know that when acting like this, anyone, including those you claim to be weak and not at your level, such as us, can beat you when you're acting like not one thing can stop you.

Oh, did I talk down to you again?

I seem to have a bad habit of doing that, don't I?

If I were to try to talk to you like any other adult human being, you won't listen.

If anything, you being able sit through all of this bullshit is a miracle because you could just switch the television of yours off at any given moment and go on with your life.

And yet, your inner demons like to keep you at bay, to force you to watch what we put out.

We must be doing something right if you stick around long enough to even bother trying to argue against us.

As for your dominant attitude, you let Meta take the reigns for a while before finally deciding to speak for yourself.

Your tool, your 'bitch', if I may, was acting more dominant than the captain of the team ever was.

I'm not saying that you will dominate us again.

I'm saying that I want you to try and dominate us again.

You're capable of so much more than you riding your 'bitch' in the vain hopes that you can achieve a victory.

What did your 'bitch' do in this federation that showed him that, yes, he should ride along on your coattails anyways?

Last I checked, he did the following:

He laughed like a walrus, much to the annoyance of everyone else on the roster, he shot a man after he wanted a payment for his drugs, talked a lot of shit, pistol whipped you in the head, which should have done more damage to your head than Pest's piledriver ever could, and defeated one of the biggest jokes that the entire federation has ever seen.

Truly championship worthy.

While I haven't fought or won against the talent that you've faced, I can assure you that, even though the both of us don't have the strongest relationship with our partners, Nothing will get in our way of destroying those belts.

And watching everyone react in confusion while watching it melt in the fire is enough of a reason to keep you out of victory's grasp.

Mr. WGWF: And now, I guess, I am expected to say some things to you, Miss Sawyer. I can go ahead and do that, if you don't mind. You see, Kendall, I watched your piece, and I found something interesting. You take me as a lack of a threat. You should be corrected there. You see, Kendall, I am a challenge. I am the only challenge in this little match. I can back up my words, and I can win matches. In fact, if you recall, I had a little verbal exchange with your Meta friend, do you know that? Do you know how it went? It went with him being mocked and rushing off to save face. You see, Kendall, your mouthpiece, and yes, he is your mouthpiece, is incapable of putting me down verbally, and something tells me he will not fair better in the ring. Now, you can question how he is your mouthpiece if you're capable of speaking for yourself, but there is a rationale behind it.

He runs his mouth and attempts to dissuade people from entering the premises. Where as you, you sit in the back and drink your liver to death. He is your guard dog, but what the children in the street do not know. He has no teeth. I know he has no teeth, Kendall, and I know your own biting power is significantly higher than his is. Or, did you hope no one would notice that? Let me ask you something, Kendall, your last few matches? How did they go? Relentless, a tie. You did not win. Jack? Yeah, you won that. And then you won your cash in match, by pretending to be crushed in a building to succeed. Tell me, Kendall do you honestly believe that you can use a building collapse to get out of this one? And do you think that this will be a tie? You see, I am not Aidan Collins, I am not the Za. I will not tie, and Paul Heyman will not be here to save your ass.

Do you remember when Paul cheated for you to get the Uni title, and then Ozy stopped the cheating? Do you remember the little hissy fit that Paul threw? Do you recall how without Paul's help you couldn't accomplish anything on your own? And take that into consideration when thinking about this match. Paul is gone. Paul will not be there to make sure his precious little Alliance wins. Do you want to go back and watch how you managed to beat Plex without the help of the Alliance? That'd be the only thing you did of note on your own. Kendall, can you focus on how you came to be involved in the European Title match? You "won" a rumble, didn't you? Not quite, see Tommy Gunn did the heavy lifting and let you take the win. And you want to tell us more about how you're going to dominate.

No, Kendall, you're going to nothing of the sort, because you cannot compete by yourself. Yeah, you got lucky in a match with Jack, and you got lucky with Plex, but you and I both know that without Paul Heyman or Azrael at your side, you're utterly useless. Just remember the words you've spoken when I'm in possession of your title. Remember them well. And ask yourself, how could possibly think that Meta was a worthwhile partner? As I've mentioned before, the man is a dog with a loud bark that frightens people, yet he has no teeth. You're just a frail little drunkard who pretends to be intelligent in order to disarm her opponents. Especially when she realizes her aging looks will no longer do the trick. Yes, Kendall, you are aging. You're not a young cute little girl anymore, no, you're on your way to becoming a geriatric old woman on Dialysis. The one man who truly cared for you was Azrael, and you spurned him. I could have cared for you, looked past the age, and saw some twinkle of your youthful beauty, but you had to ruin it with your horrendously flawed arrogance.

But dear Kendall, allow me the privilege of asking this question. Did I ever say that I am the only one allowed to scuffle away from arguments? And you did you notice where I didn't claim the argument wasn't worth it? No. You're making things up in your mind because it's easier to ad lib than it would be to follow facts and scripts. You see, your tool, Meta, decides to talk about how he's so much better than everyone, right? Well, when I come along and gently inform him of his logical failings, where does he go? Yeah, and he didn't even bother addressing me, yet. He is afraid to speak to me, and you, you only came in because you saw that his tongue had been silenced. No, Kendall, you and your partner, tool, whatever, are the cowardly buffoons. I shall see you at the loss of your titles.

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We fade in on Caleb looking over Kevin and Melissa while they watch the water pass by the ship. They're not really watching it, as sounds of vomiting can be heard from one of them. Caleb seems to have some sort of angry look on his face while he watches the two of them get rather close to each other.

Jack: You can't trust Kevin, can you?

Caleb sighs out of frustration before turning toward the bandaged man while still looking rather angry.

Caleb: No, I really don't. How can you trust a man who hosted a backyard wrestling federation for children!? That's just unforgivable! If I were you, I'd just leave him to rot after you killed that child slave owner!

Jack: But you're not me, and this is his second chance. You know that many people get a second chance, even if they don't deserve it, correct?

Caleb: Yes, yes, much like you're giving Pest a second chance even though he clearly doesn't deserve one. You sure you can trust him enough to help you defeat Kendall and Meta? I don't know if his sudden loyalty can be trusted.

Jack: He's the only shot we have to defeat them. The sixteen bit boy couldn't make it, so he was the better alternative for a shot to destroy every reign of power in this federation. His piledriver has shown that not only can he deliver a massive shot with just the turn of a back, but it also showed everyone that we can take the most brutal of moves, and keep on going because we needed to complete our mission.

Caleb: And you think he'd be willing to work with you to achieve your goal? For all you know, as soon as that match ends, he'll get his Corporation buddies to gang bang you.

Jack: If he does, we'll settle it on our own terms. For now, we have a common enemy, and that is Kendall and her bitch.

Caleb: Okay, but what does that have to do with me not trusting Kevin?

There is a brief pause.

Jack: Let me tell you a story about trust, young Caleb.

The scene cuts to black before Jack can start his story.