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AerialKnight · **11-15-2014, 12:47 AM**

We fade in on a man walking around an airport entrance while wearing a picket sign on his chest. On that sign is some warning about how the end is coming and how he alone discovered the date of the Earth's end and how it's arriving very soon. He holds a bell in his right hand to garner attention from the onlookers in the fancy suits or the increasingly agitated family members with nice looking suitcases. In his other hand, he's holding a book titled 'How to Survive the End of the World' under the author Leon Howard. He's saying something, but the words are being drowned out by the sound emitting from the bell. Since the sound is so loud, it drives away any and all potential listeners from him. It's amazing that the police haven't been called to arrest this man for disturbing the peace.

Walking not too far from this man is the Aerial Knight, Johnathan Heartsford. At least, that's who I think is walking by the Cambot. The machine that films usually likes to film the designated host unless something or someone much louder speaks over the host. Noticing this, the knight groans and walks over to the panicked man announcing the end of days, cracking the earth with every step. As soon as he gets within arm's reach of the man, he grabs the bell and throws it down to the ground, breaking it. The man just stares at the knight with round eyes and a wide open mouth. As soon as the bell is broken, the camera focuses on the knight, showing the viewers at home that, yes, he's in this promo.

"What the hell, man? What did you do that for? I'm just trying to spread the lord's good word and you have to stop me from gathering people to be saved?! What's wrong with you?"

The knight scoffs at the amusing little accusation against him.

"What's wrong with me? You're the one ringing that bell like there's a fire going on."

"But can't ya see it man? Satan's fire is already ravaging the Earth, corrupting the innocent minds of our Father's children!"

"Okay, I see what's going on. You're trying to lie to these people about judgement day by selling your terrible novel. They couldn't care less about what you have to write, since it's probably a load of bullshit anyways."

"Are you questioning the word of our creator?"

"No, I'm questioning your word. What kind of God's name would be Leon Howard? I don't think a name like that has been mentioned in any holy book."

"I'm not God, man! I'm just a messenger! I'm just trying to spread his truthful word that wasn't written in our holy books!"

Johnathan facepalms at the man's remark. It was bad enough that he was loud and obnoxious with that bell, but now there's possible evidence that he's a New Age believer. He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Let me guess, you also believe that Christianity and science are one and the same?"

"How did you know?"

"Because I've dealt with idiots like you in the past; there were some in California and some back in Baltimore. Look, just shut the fuck up and go home, okay? People have places to be and they don't need you stopping them. I, for example have a wrestling event in Sweden to get to."

The knight walks past the author publicizing his book and enters the airport. The line for the passport check is rather long, so he takes this time to find an unoccupied section of the building to film a trash talking section for his promo.

"Yeah, it's going to take me a while for me to get there. long lines, waiting for the plane to board, and all that jive. So, while I'm stuck inside here, I thought about how I could spend time on my opponents while I wait for the line to board a fucking plane. Hey, it bets most of the in flight movies that they show, that's for sure."

The knight chuckles, until he slowly stops when he realizes that what he just said wasn't all that funny.

"Shut up, I can have a bit of fun when I want to. It's my fucking promo, after all."

No one is really listening to him other than the bot who isn't programmed to respond, so he just shrugs it off. He puts a smile on his face before speaking.

"So, who exactly am I fighting in the fatal four way? For starters, there's Monolith, the biggest and strongest man in the match, probably the biggest and strongest that I'll ever face. Not exactly the smartest, but the toughest without a doubt. Put him and Ghost Tank together and you'll get two people that can destroy a building while trying to figure out what to have for dinner."

The knight smiles.

"Am I calling them stupid? Well, yes, I am. However, intelligence is the least of Monolith's problems. Although he is tough, I'm sure his fat can't keep him energized throughout the entire match unless that's all muscle-fat, but even then that's hard to believe. I mean look at him! He's so pasty! Hell, even his face is seeping out of that mask of his, and I didn't even have to point that out. What I do have to point out is that massive strength that comes with the massive amount of pudge he has. All I have to do is let him waste what little energy he has on other guys before I come in and make my move. It may seem really fucking stupid to spill the beans on what you want to do in the match, and trust me, it is, but I don't think he'll be losing the fat any time soon. I think I'll be safe for now."

The knight laughs again, this time more cockily.

"Well, now that I got him out of the way, which I still don't know how I managed to do that, I can move on to the man that was just recently added to this match, Darkwynd. No idea why he chooses to call me by my real name. It's so weird not to hear someone call me Heartsford in this business. Ah whatever, it's not about what I find weird, it's about the new kid on the block. It's nice to receive compliments from a new wrestler. Granted, he insulted the local team, but I don't really watch football, that's more of my parent's thing than mine.

In any case, it's great to see that someone else has a code of honor in this federation that isn't a clone of me. Maybe we will be able to respect each other after the match, maybe being the key word. You know that respect has to be earned in this business, and it can't be handed out willy-nilly, everyone in this federation would be backstabbing asshats if that happened. It doesn't help that I only respect most of these men as fighters, not as friends. That is, besides Gator. However, that's because he's already proven himself as a credible champion. However, in order to earn the same amount of respect, you have to make me regret what I say to you, all style-no substance. Gator made me fucking regret calling his girlfriend a whore, what will you do when I say that your daddy's back in the business and completely burying you with his return speech?"

The knight chuckles.

"You'll probably try to kick my ass if you aren't too busy getting your ass kicked by someone else in the match. Am I a daredevil? That's like asking a robin if it can fly. I'd be more than willing to try anything once on my opponent just to put him (or in very rare cases, her) out. Push me to my limits, if you can. If not, then you can ask your daddy to help bail you out of a loss. Might help you save face that way."

Just outside the building, a familiar voice is heard.

"The world is ending! Know how to survive it in my book!"

"My God, this guy's still going at it?!?"

Sure enough, the author is back at it again, this time without the bell blocking out his speech. Johnathan places his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes.

"Dear God, if this guy's anything like Genesis, I'd kick his ass 'til the sun comes up. Leon's annoying, preachy, and he just won't shut up! Besides, none of his words are even true. They're all just sci-fi nonsense made to scam people out of their money. Fuck it, I have to do something about this. Cambot."

BEEP BEEP.

"Shut down."

The scene cuts to black immediately.

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