Post by erikblack on Jan 13, 2017 14:24:53 GMT -5
Note: This takes place after Searching For Answer Part 1 which is being written by Jaymz. This comes after.
AHh the Zero tolerance Championship. Such a prestigious title only held by those in ZT. You see, once every year, the current ZT Champion faces off against someone in ZT for the right to call themselves the Zero Tolerance Champion. It's merely for bragging rights, but lets face it.. These guys are all about bragging. Last year it was ERik Black versus Crazy J. Erik walked out victorious. He usually does. You see, Erik has beaten everyone who has ever been in Zero Tolerance...Except for one. That one person he's never been able to beat is Jaymz. Jaymz has always been the strong man of Zero tolerance. He's always been, to put it simply, a force of nature. A force of evil...Someone you never want to face because, as hard as he tries to keep that evil being inside of him in check, He does tend to lose control. When that happens? All bets are off. The man can do things that most cant. Fortunately, so can Erik. Erik Black was train in Gracie Jui Jitstu by the Gracie's themselves. He was a very young man when he ran away from his fifth foster home. He made his way down to Brazil, where he entered the Gracie's dojo. This was the mid ninties when Royce Gracie was terrorizing the UFC. Young Erik beat Royce. He simply had something that no one else did. He could sense things. He could see things happening in slow motion when he wanted to. This allowed him to counter opponents moves. Call it what you want..Supernatural or other... It's an ability that Erik has always had. The Gracies called him Simply the Best as he was the best they'd ever seen. This is why he has to tools to beat Jaymz.. To do something that so few have ever been able to do. And at Slam... Erik Black gets his rematch. If he wins? He'll hold that shit over Jaymz's head for an entire year..
2:00 AM
Baltimore Maryland
The dock
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Gunshots rang out in the cold of the night. It was freezing out. Erik Black huddled behind a brick wall, breathe nearly freezing inches from his face. His blue eyes peirced the night as if he could see perfectly in the dark. He showed no emotion as he huddled behind that wall, thinking about his next move..Wondering what the fuck was going on. This was supposed to be a simple shipment of guns. Why else would Erik and his ZT Security be out that late?
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Ivan?", Erik called out. There was no answer. Erik knew why. He knew that Ivan was dead. Something told him. He didnt know what it was, but his gut told him that Ivan was dead of a gunshot to the chest. "Fuck", Erik said to himself. He drew his gun...
TWO DAYS EARLIER:
Washington DC.
9:00 pm
In Washington DC, everyone is corrupt. Everyone says that they arent. They all say that they're for their constituents. They all say that they care. But the reality is that they simply don’t. No one does. They only care about money. This means that they'll all take a bribe for anything. Politicians will sell out their own mothers for a dollar. They'll sell out their entire families for a few hundred thousand. Thats ismply how things worked. You want something done? You paid.
Erik Black sat in a luch office that was decorated in mohogany and red. There were shelves loaded with books about the different laws of the world. There was a globe in the right corner. There was a large mohogany desk directly at the back of the large office. Behind that desk, dressed in a black suit, was Newt Gingrich.
Newt Gingrich was once a congressman from Georgia. He was very accomplished. He'd served in the House of Representatives for damn near thirty years. He'd helped oversee welfare reform in the ninties. ON the surface, he was a good man. He got things done. He did good for his people and the country. But that is only on the surface. The reality, which is very different from the way things seem? He was just another crooked politician. Hwo else could he have gotten his way? He was basically Kevin Spacey's character from House of Cards. The man was coniving and he would throw anyone under the bus to get what he wants.
On the other side of that desk stood ERik Black. Erik's blue eyes contrasted sharply with blood red suit. Erik looked like the devil himself in that suit. Some have said that he wears the suit for its intimidation factor. They would all be wrong. Erik never needed to do such things. Everyone he ever dealt with knew that he would kill them on a whim if he truly wanted to.
"Welcome, Erik. Please sit down.", Newt Gingrich said softly as he shook Erik's hand. Erik held his grasp for a few seconds to long. Newt had to shake off the pain with a nervous grin. Erik noticed and a slight smile crossed his face. "How have you been, Newt? It's been a while.", Erik said. He sat down in the black leather chair that sat on the other side of Newt's desk.
"Tiring to tell you the truth. This country is going to shit. You ahve black lives matter protesting every thing. You have college kids needing to go to counseling over Donald Trump", Newt started. He was cut off by Erik. "And you have Donald Trump being crazy on Twitter", Erik said. The two shared a laugh. Newt's was genuine. Erik had to force his out. He never liked showing any type of emotion at all, especially when he wanted to really get down to business.
"I was very sorry to hear about the shooting at your tower in Detroit. You guys are doing alot of good in that city and I'm sure that set you back quite a bit.", Newt said. Erik nodded his head. "I was as well. We'll find out who it was. And when we do.. Well..You know what happens then. We lost a lot of lives that day. The head of our Urban Development division was killed.", Erik said. Newt sat there listening. He was always listening to see where he could sneak in, make a little money. "I see. I didn’t know that. You know. I can help you there. I do know a few people", Newt started. Erik cut him off again. "You can stop right there, Newt. I know your games.", Erik said in his always emotionless voice. Newt was taken back. "I'm just trying to help.", Newt said. Erik nodded his head. "You're just trying to get your hand in another pot. I'm not paying you any more than I already am.", Erik said. "Why are you here, Erik?"
Erik thought for a moment. He hadnt had to visit any of his government contacts in quite some time. In fact, it had been years. The last time would have been when Zero Tolerance first struck out on their own after they dealt with Zaslaw. Erik simply didn’t really need to meet with them. He sent a check and they did whatever he wanted.
" I have a shipment arriving in Baltimore in two days.", Erik said. Newt thought this over for a moment with a sly smile. "We never meet about those things. You have enough of the police force in your pocket, that I never really need to talk to any one.", Newt Gingrich said with his shit eating smile.
It was safe to say that the two of them didnt really get along. Erik used the man for his contacts all over the country. Newt did it all for the money Erik paid him. It was a business relationship that wasnt exactly going great.
"Things have changed, Newt. Our building had a shooting occur. I'm sure my shipments are being watched.", ERik said with his always emotionless voice. "So what do you want from me?", Newt asked. Erik eyed the man for a moment, trying to choose his words. "I need a time that the police with stay away. If this shipment is being watched, there will be violence and it would be best if I were able to handle this without outside interference.", Erik said. Newt nodded. "It's going to cost you extra.", Newt said. Erik didnt like it, but he had the money. "It'll be in your account by tonight. And if I or my people are bothered? Well...You know.", Erik said as he stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. Newt didn’t like what was said. He took it as a threat.
"Was that a threat?"
Erik simply looked down at the still seated man. "I dont make threats, Newt. You know that.", Erik answered. He made his way to the door. His phone rang just as he opened it. "Hello?", Erik asked. He paused while the person on the other end of the line spoke. "Yes. I'll be there in a few hours.", ERik said before putting his phone back in his pocket. He stopped and turned around. "Oh...and Newt? Don’t screw this up.'''
Detroit, Michigan
Erik Black's house
3am
The basement of Erik Black's house was dungeonlike. There was very little light. The place smelled musty. The walls were concrete. The room was large. In the center was a chair. Strapped to that chair, with a black rag in his mouth, looking quite disheveled, was a Latin man. This was the same man who had been at Jason Cash's house only a few days prior. A spotlight shine in this man's eyes, keeping him from being able to really see anything. In the corner, on a stool, sat Ivan.
" who sent you?", came Erik's voice. The Latin man knew this voice. He squirmed a bit. Not due to being uncomfortable, but due to being afraid. Erik was a violent man below the surface.
Erik showed no emotion as he asked the question again. He knew the man couldn't answer. There was a rag in this man's mouth after all. The man simply squirmed once more. "Ivan.", Erik said in his always flat voice. Ivan knew what to do. The giant stood up and walked over to their prisoner. He grabbed the man violently by his black hair and ripped the rag from his mouth.
Erik stood in front of the prisoner, still wearing the blood red suit from before. He'd flown in straight from Washington. The prisoner's eyes widened at the sight. He'd heard about Erik obviously, but from where? Erik looked down, his icy blue eyes nearly staring a hole through his prisoner.
"Who sent you with that gun?", Erik asked. "I've already answered. You know who sent me.", the prisoner said, his voice shaking with fear. Erik eyed his prisoner for a moment, as if he were thinking about what to do next. He sighed to himself. "If I knew, then I wouldn't be asking, would I?", Erik said, still eyeing his prisoner. "Look. I dont know who you are, but I assume you have a family. I'd rather not have to hurt you. I'd much rather you tell me what I need to know.", Erik said. He awaited his response.
"You already know his name. You know who it was."
Erik shook his head. "That isn't the answer Im looking for.", Erik said with another sigh. He adjusted his pants and kicked the prisoner in his right leg. The prisoner whimpered with pain,trying to grasp his leg but his arms were tied. "Are you going to talk? Or should I continue?", Erik asked. "You already know.", was the answer. Erik kicked again, unleashing a devastating kick to the right leg. He adjusted his pants and eyed this man. "You already know!", his prisoner yelled, clearly still in pain. Erik shook his head. He kicked again. A large crack echoed through the basement. The prisoners leg was broken just below the knee. He whimpered in pain as sweat poured down his face. "I want you to know that I truly have no problem killing you tonight. I would rather not as the cleanup can be quite...messy. What happens here Is up to you.", Erik said flatly. "You..al..ready..know.", the prisoner whimpered through sobs. Erik didnt say a word. He simply kicked the man's left leg. Another loud crack echoed through the basement, but was quickly drowned out by the prisoner's sobs. His leg was broken just below the knee. A sliver of bone stuck out of the man's blue jeans. Blood dripped onto the floor.
"Who was it?", Erik asked. The prisoner whimpered. Erik adjust his pants for another kick to one of the already broken legs. "...please.", the prisoner whimpered. Erik kicked him once more in the already broken right leg.
"He...he said...you..would...al..ready...know.", the prisoner said between whimpers. Erik eyed the man closely. "Now we're getting somewhere.", Erik said in his emotionless voice. "But I still dont know who "he" is. Give me a name.", Erik added. The prisoner shook his head. "Is that a no? Or do you not know his name?", Erik asked. "His...name....I..dont...know..it.", the prisoner said as he tried not to sob. "So you work for a man and you do not know his name?", Erik asked. The prisoner nodded. "I should kill you right now for being stupid.", Erik told his prisoner. The man's eyes grew wide. "Please....dont...I..have...a....family!", The prisoner pleaded. Erik stared at the man blankly. It was as if he was thinking about something.
"Tell me why I shouldn't all I need is a name.", Erik said in reply. There was no answer. Erik began to reach into his jacket. "No! Please! I dont...know it. I've..never..met..him.", the prisoner pleaded. Erik dtopped his motion. "Things just get better and better, dont they?", Erik asked. Again, there was no answer. Erik would have to wait. And while Erik Black was a bit of a patient man, he wanted his answer. He kicked his prisoner in the already broken right leg. The prisoner screamed in pain. Erik ignored the scream and kicked again...and again..and again.
"I need an answer."
There was none. As the camera panned to the left, the cameraman who was charged with following and paid for by Erik himself..who could not bare to see what came next, a single gunshot rang out.
The prisoner sat slumped over. Erik reached back into his blood red jacket. "This was your fault.", Erik said out loud. He looked over to Ivan. "Clean it up.", Erik said. His phone rang. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. "Yes. Tomorrow night.", Erik said before hanging up and shoving his phone back into his pocket. He looked back one last time to make sure Ivan was doing what he'd been told before exiting.
Baltimore, Maryland
1:30 am
It was cold out. A harshly cold wind blew off of the bar. It was not more than fifteen degrees out. The sky was completely clear, though no stars could be seen..due to city likes and smog of course.
Erik Black stepped through the gate to the dock. He led a team of three. There was himself, Ivan, and a shorter man. Each wore black suits with long trench coats. It was quiet on the dock. It usually was this time of night. Afterall, there were no more workers getting containers off of ships. Speaking of the containers, they were everywhere. The place looked like a maze.
Erik had been waiting for this shipment of guns. They were a prototype weapon capable of shooting around corners. The perfect weapon for an assassin like Erik. He'd made the deal with Japanese manufacturer. What he planned to do with them was anyone's guess.
The three men made their way through the maze of containers to where Erik was expecting his container to be. It was orange, with a tag that read " Grandmas Peach Tea". It was also completely on the other side of the dock.
It took about thirty minutes for Erik and his team to get to the container. It was your standard sized container, even though it wouldn't be packed. Erik walked slowly. He was wary. He froze. " Stop.", he whispered to his team, who obeyed.
Bang! Bang!
Erik didn't see where the shots came from, but did see a concrete wall. He quickly ran for cover. He'd walked directly into a trap. As he planned his next move, he wondered who had set this up? He'd never seen I coming, so it must have been someone who knew him well. But who could it be? He'd already had or killed his enemies himself.
"Ivan?", Erik called out. There was no answer. Erik knew why. He knew that Ivan was dead. Something told him. He didnt know what it was, but his gut told him that Ivan was dead of a gunshot to the chest. "Fuck", Erik said to himself. He drew his gun.
He quickly returned fire, not looking at where he was shooting for the moment. He couldn't really as a hail of gunfire rained down upon his location. "Fuck.", he said to himself as he closed his eyes. "Chuck is dead too.", he thought to himself.
He knew that he had to clear his mind. A cloudy mind made mistakes. If he made a mistake here, he would be killed as well. He had to rely on his training, slow his heart rate, and calm himself. He breathed deeply as he kneeled there behind that concrete wall. As he did so, the sound of the gunshots began to fade, but he knew they were still happening. He stuck his head out, his gun followed. He squeezed the trigger. Boom..head shot. "That's one down.", he said to himself as he took cover once more. He breathed deeply once more. He fired again as he came out of his cover. Another head shot. Another dead body. One less gun shooting at him.
Now, Erik Black has never been a stupid man. He knew that this was a lose situation. He was out manned. He knew that he couldn't win this fight. He looked around, trying to find an escape route. He found one. He stuck his head out, he squeezed the trigger. Another dead body fell to the ground. He got up from his crouched position and ran to a container on his right, shooting a few shots as he did so. The hail of gunsfire followed him. "How many bullets do they have?", Erik thought to himself.
He saw a small opening between two containers behind him. He knew he'd need to go there. He fired two shots and squeezed into the small opening. "Where'd he go?", he heard a voice call out. They were close. He noticed that this small space went back thousands of feet as this area of containers were lined up. He was shadowed. He would be safe as long as they didnt have night vision. They didnt need it as there was more than enough light out there.
"He went this way!", he heard another voice call out. He stopped as the foot steps went the wrong way. Erik sighed a sigh of relief. The men were going the wrong way. He counted twenty feet. He was out numbered atleast ten to one. He would have never made it out with his life. He still might not.
He made his way through that space very slowly, being careful not to make a sound. It took quite a while, nearly an hour in fact, for Erik to make his way through the containers. His heart dropped when he saw the gate. That gate was blocked. Since nobody was able to find him, his enemies had blocked the gate.
"Nobody leaves.", he heard one man call.
Erik sighed to himself. The only exit was blocked and he was out of ammo. He couldn't fight the men. There were too many. His only option was to way and luckily, he was wearing black clothing that perfectly camouflaged him.
He waited hours, not moving and barely breathing. The sun began to peak over the horizon. He knew that the dock would soon spring to life. "Lets get the shit and go. Erik Black is gone.", he heard one man shout. "Boss aint gonna like tho.", he heard another add. Erik waited for them to get far enough away, then he slipped through the gate and down a few blocks to where his car was parked. His muscles ached. His body was sore. He needed rest, but he wouldn't get any. He wanted answers.
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The following message is brought to you by Simply The Best...Erik Black.
A single spotlight shined down on a throne. It glittered with gold and jewels, sparkling around the dark walls of the room. Erik Black, himself, sat on that throne. He wore a long, golden cloak that appeared to be hundreds of years old.
"Hello, Jaymz. It's about that time, isn't it? The clock is winding down..tick tock..tick tock..tick tock. I truly hope you are ready for what's coming. After all..This is over ten years in the making. Yes..Its been that long since we faced each other...Since you choke slammed me off of that stage to retain your world title. But before we get to that part of our proverbial war of words..You know..this game of words that we play before things get physical and violent...I would like you to know that Im going to build you up. Im going to make you seem like you're the baddest son of a bitch who has ever walked this planet. And then? Well..and then Im going to slap you down like the bitch you are.
Just over ten years ago we met in that ring. A champion on one side. An upstart up and comer on the other. A gigantic man full of strength and power...versus a rather young man with barely any experience at all. Now..Im sure you've already told the world that it was easy...That you beat me without even breaking a sweat....That you beat that young man mercilessly. And why wouldn't you? This part of the game we call wrestling is all about making yourself look like you can't be beaten. But we were both there. We both fought hard...and I know you can't admit this to yourself...but that was one of the hardest fought matches you have ever participated in. I saw the look of hesitation in those swirling black eyes of yours after I countered your best tricks. I saw the sweat. I saw the pain. I saw the doubt. I saw a Jaymz that I haven't seen since. In all your battles..Ive never seen that Jaymz since that night. You beat me in that hard fought match. You choke slammed me off of that entrance way...twenty feet down..I fell into those tables. My body hurt. I've never felt anything like that since.
And then we formed Zero Tolerance. We took down our enemies in OWC. We left there..You...J..and myself destroyed entire companies. We owned them. We shut..shit...down. And then came GWA. Our biggest test. I will admit. I was in your shadow then. You were the man on top...The man getting all the world title shots. You had the size to dominate. And while you were getting the big shots, I was getting the secondary one..The airborne titles..The United States titles...Everything but Global. Why? Well..You had that one of course. And I didnt mind. I got mine. I rarely lost. You were the man. You were thought of as the best. You defeated all comers. You were a nearly undefeatable monster...You went through opponents like they were nothing...That evil inside you was unleashed on the world... But that kind of went straight to your head. You started calling yourself the best singles wrestler ever. And I have to ask...How in the fuck did you come to that conclusion? You were world champ. But most of your success came as a team with J. So...Im not understanding how. Maybe you can help me with that. But I digress. You did..it..all. You were the man. But then GWA closed. Sure you stuck around in AWA..doing whatever the fuck it was at the beginning. You were a general manager. But do you know what I was doing? I was running that place. I was a grand slam champion champion. I was the man. I was the guy who completely embarasswd every wrestler there. I told them I was the best..and I fucking proved it. I beat every one there. I sit here on this throne..the most successful man that place ever saw. I'd finally gotten my chance to shine...And I did. I shined brighter than anyone. I was out of your shadow...finally. Im the most successful man who has ever been part of Zero Tolerance. Me! There is no denying that, Jaymz. I've held more titles than you. I've held them longer. I've done things you only wished you had done!"
He adjusted himself in his seat.
"I've talked you up, Jaymz. I've made you are some kind of monster. I've built you up. Now its time to slap you down like a bitch. Jaymz...from that one night...The one where you beat me....I've been better than you. Where you always relied on your sheer brutality to get by...Ive relied on my skills. Im the assassin after all. Im the man who finds the chink in the armor..the weakness. Im the man who has never lost to the same person twice, you know. I ask you that as if you could possibly understand. You see..I better my own weaknesses. I go back and see what I should have done better. I correct it. You've never done that, Jaymz. You've only ever came back angrier. Angry that someone got over on you. Not better. No mistakes corrected. No new skills..just anger. It's always been that way. It will always be that way. That's just one thing that makes me better than one. Rest assured that there are many.
Jaymz..Youre known as the ZT enforcer. Do you know why? Would you understand that reasoning? I'll give you a hint if you're thinking. They grow them big...but not exactly smart. Do you know what that means, Jaymz? It means that you muscle is really the only thing you bring to the table. J? He brings business acumen. He always has something new to sell. Me? I make the deals. And do you think I just sit down and talk it out? Fuck no. The people I make deals with know that Ill kill them if they don't agree to my terms. I'll kill their families in front of them with my own hands. I'll make them watch. Im truly the ZT enforcer..the assassin..the man who takes out our enemies. You? You were given the title of enforcer so that you had a title here. Are you truly the enforcer? No. I am. I've always been the enforcer. It was given to you out of pity..So you would have a place. You did grow up as an outsider, after all. What better way to make you feel like you belong...than a title. A title of great importance at that. Did we need to give you that title? No. You could have just been Jaymz..tough guy to beat. Jaymz..monster but not really as monstrous as little ole Erik Black. It's always been that way, Jaymz. It will always be that way. There is nothing you've done that I haven't. There is nothing you can do that I can't. Physically..We're a match in terms of general ability...but Im smarter. Being smarter makes me more capable than you. It makes me more dangerous.
I've never lost to the same person twice. I haven't...ever. I have always gone back to see where my mistake was. I've always corrected that mistake. I've always gotten better..and better. That's what makes me so much better than you, Jaymz. And you should understand before you enter that ring that, while you beat me that night...I was just getting started. I was a man of the people. I did what I did to entertain...to puts asses in the seats. Now? Well..Now I do it to test new skills. To test myself. I always pass, Jaymz. And by the way..Im my own worst grader.
Jaymz... You will lose at Slam. I hope you realize that as you sit there watching this. Im sure you have a cancer stick hanging from your mouth that needs ashed. And Im also sure that you just looked at it. Im sure that you are scoffing at the thought of losing to me. In your head you're the great ZT enforcer. You're Jaymz.. Greatest Singles wrestler ever. But that's all in your head. It isn't reality. The reality of it all is that Im better than you. I've always been better than you. I will always be better than you. Those are just facts. You barely scraped by with a win the first time. I've only gotten better! Think about that for a second. Your experience got you the win that night. I admit that I had none other than street fights. Now? Now I have just as much as you...and more skill at embarrassing people in that ring than you..or the evil inside you could ever dream of.
Jaymz... Im going to embarrass you. Im going to make you feel as if you were four feet tall. Im going to make you feel small, Jaymz. It's just what I do. I embarrass those who stand on the opposite side of the ring. It doesn't matter who that person is, Jaymz. Last time? It was that worthless cunt Jack Dream. This time its you. It's your turn to be embarrassed by the best to ever walk this Earth. That’s simply what I do, Jaymz. I embarrass my opponents..all of them..No matter who they are. No matter what they think they can do. It doesnt matter if they have some kind of fucked up evil inside of them that takes over and does some very strange shit. I embarrass them. Just like I'm going to embarrass you, Jaymz. But I dont want you to worry. I don’t want you think that your'e the only one. You arent. Everyone who has come before you..has...been..embarrassed in that ring..by me. You have your strength. You have you toughness.... But me? I have skills that I've learned over the years.. Skills that help me destroy..embarrass...competely and utterly decimate foes such as yourself.
It's funny, Jaymz. I was always taught to keep a clear mind..That a clouded mind full of anger and hate only leads to self destruction and losses. For you it's worked out quite well. You've made a huge name for yourself. You've managed to some how Forrest Gump your way through a career. That evil inside of you takes over and all best are off! Or are they? That evil thrives on anger. You get angry...It takes over. That’s very bad for you.... Well..When you're going up against someone like me anyway....Someone who keeps a clear mind...plans YOUR next move and then my own to counter that. Jaymz...I'm your fucking kryptonite. I'm the man you just cant fucking beat. Why? Because you just...arent...good enough. There you go..it's out. How does it feel to be told you arent good enough? Hmm? It's the truth.. It's a sad truth.. It's a truth that is hard to swallow.. But you have to swallow. Theres no choice in the matter here. Does it make you angry? Who gives a fuck? I sure as hell don’t. And why would I? I'm the most skilled mother fucker walking God's green Earth. That’s why I'm better than you. That’s why I'll ALWAYS be better than you, Jaymz. What an enforcer you are! Not able to do anything that no one else can and is already doing.
I'm the ZT Champion of the year, Jaymz... Not you. You could never hold this title, Jaymz. How do you not understand that? Cant get it through your thick skull? That’s ok...because I'm going to crush it. For the first time in your life, Jaymz...You are going to quit. That’s right. There will be no pin falls.. No disqualification.. No.. I'm going to make you quit. I'm going to make you give up...You're going to have to be honest with yourself when this happens, Jaymz. Oh and I cant fucking wait for the feeling... Having my hand raised in victory because you...quit... The feeling will be one that I havent felt in quite some time. I remember that feeling well, but I'm sure making you quit...and then standing over you in victory will top all of that. It will be like the day I watched my son being born. That feeling of pride. That feeling that makes me smile from ear to ear. Hmph. And the bad thing here? It's going to be easy. I may not even break a sweat. Ten years ago, things may have been different. Now? Now...I will destroy you. I'll make you rethink everything you've ever done in your entire life. That’s what getting in the ring with me does, Jaymz. It's time you felt that."
Erik sat up so that his face was in the camera directly.
"We've been partners....We've held tag championships together. We've gone on missions together. Hell we once cleared out an entire building of Clawz by ourselves. And now we're facing off against each other. Too bad one of us has to come out of this looking like a bitch. And Jaymz? That’s you."
ERik stared into the camera for what seemed like forever.
Scene fades