[Anaheim, California]

[Here's the big story. Me, knowing that the ex is still chilling at the house. I avoid it. I'm not ready for that confrontation. I just had a conversation with my mom. She procured my most valuable possession in the whole house. Its not some relic memorabilia or some fancy painting but, a dead artist. I have those but, I don't treasure them as much. It is a collection of tapes. It has a tape of every relevant federation there ever was. A complete collection. It started out as just a WCIWA, then morphed into AOWF which morphed into anything relevant. This tool has brought me success in the past. And shall bring me success again. I know its weird that I use tapes instead of DVDs. I have a good DVD collection to go with the tapes. Its just not as thorough. These tapes aren't just for scouting. I analyze them to see where I need to counter attacks, to see how much gloating my opponent does. Any advantage I can find I use. Its basically my wrestling bible.] ]

[I'm standing here khakis, white button down, and an obvious smile. The sun shining down on me as I lean against the building next to a parking garage.]

I could say that Zero's appearance was a total surprise. I could say he deceived us all. If I did say all that I would be a liar. I mean who didn't see that coming. All that talk about deceiving and tricking your opponents for a tactical advantage. Then his bullshit about shadows. You can't hide in shadows when the bell rings and there you are face to face with me. The spotlight and all eyes are on us. The spotlight will show everything from the yellow in your teeth to your crook in your nose. While you have the power of shadows and all that mumbo jumbo. I have real technique. I have counters and counters for counters. Its my astute nature. My scouting. My tapes that give me an advantage. I comb the tapes. I find weakness. I see how to take you apart piece by piece. And even unpredictability has a pattern. We all do. Now that I've said that it'll influence you in the match. You are going to try to rethink your instincts. Which undoubtedly will cause you to hesitate. So creep around in the sewers. Down a pizza. And tell Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Rafael Danny says hi.

[Remember that last ninja? Didn't that Sykes chick crush her dreams. Stupid ninjas wrestling is for reality.]

[I take a look at my watch as my smile dissipates. I quicken my speech pattern.]

Last week, I told everyone how great I am. I got ignored, and ended up being the butt of the joke. This week. It'll be different in many ways. The win column will be extra spiffy with a notch finally in it. Outcasts will have shown a very obvious weakness. Underestimating me. Everyone has underestimated me. Its just what they do. Not my fault because I pre-warn them of my greatness. Anyways, I got a place to be.

[If I hurry I can be in Seattle by dark.]

[I walk into a parking garage. As I disappear in the dark. A man in a trench coat walks through.]

[Shade to Grey]