Suddenly Mike Emerick's expression changes,

"Actually, I won't face you at X-Mas X-Treme. You already have enough people ready to beat you into a pool of blood, piss, and vomit, so I shouldn't even bother. Plus, as I previously said, many people like you have come and gone, and I shouldn't waste my valuable time. Now, I will face someone at X-Mas X-Treme. Who? You'll see. As for you, kid, stay out of the Apex's way,"

Mike Emerick then walks away, in thought about the person he's going to call out.

The end is nigh