“Ain’t nobody doubtin’ me no more... is they?”

Normally one would expect to see that wide, pearly white filled smile that Alceo Dentari was so fond of flashing. But today that simply wasn’t the case. Instead he sat tight lipped with an intense fire burning deep inside his baby blue eyes.

“Ever since WarGames all I been hearin’, everywhere I go ‘Alceo Dentari don’t stand no chance no more.’” Alceo said sounding positively disgusted by such nonsense. “People come to me an’ they have the canoles to ask, ‘Hey, Alceo, how the hell yous gonna beat Mike Sloan an’ Sam Turner Jr. in one night?’. You know what I said to ‘em?”

The corner of Dentari’s mouth curled ever so slightly, but not in a joyful way. No, he looked much, much more sinister than that. “I says to ‘em, I says, ‘Unless you wanna find out lyin’ in a hospital bed, sippin’ your dinner through a straw, yous better stop askin’ such dumb fuckin’ questions.’”

“I’ve heard plenty a’ asinine, moronic questions in my time, but askin’ whether or not I could beat two nobodies like Mike Sloan an’ Sam Turner Jr. ranks right up there!” Dentari exclaimed as he thrust a finger high into the air. “I told yous all nobody’s gonna stop me from winnin’ this whole tournament, an’ with God as my witness, I meant every word a’ that.”

Slowly the camera zoomed out, not quite quickly enough to put your finger on, but at a speed that if you were to look away for a few seconds it would certainly notice.

“Mike Sloan? Sam Turner Jr.?” Alceo said as he held out his hands as though he were balancing said ‘competitors’ on his palms before clenching his fists tightly, crushing the imaginary wrestlers, “Nothin’, Nada, Zip.”

“There ain’t nobody left in this here tournament that can lay claim to puttin’ these shoulders on the mat for the three count.” He said as he rolled said shoulders, “But that ain’t to say there ain’t those that are gonna claim to a’ beat me. Namely Christian Light an’ Claira St. Sure.”

“Now, I spent the last year tellin’ the world that I been fixin’ to win this tournament, an’ as it happens, the perpetrators a’ the last two remainin’ blotches against my name already went an’ booked their places in the final of said tournament.” Alceo said, quite clearly it pained him to admit that Heritage had gotten the better of Evolution in the Interleague points. “I went out there an’ I beat the crap outta Mike Sloan and Sam Turner Jr! So if yous is sittin’ there thinkin’ I ain’t gonna do the same to the two ‘unbeatables’... Ay, fuhgedaboudit!”

“‘Cept it ain’t never that simple, is it?” He said with a shrug, “Nah, there’s just one more hurdle I gotta jump before the home stretch.”

“Heidi. Christenson.”

“I ain’t lyin’ when I say I been hopin’ an’ prayin’ for yous, Heidi.” Alceo said sounding surprisingly sincere, “Words can’t describe how pleased I was to see you not choke an’ make it past Dragon Jones an’ Jimmy Kort.”

“An’ speakin’ a’ ‘choking’...” He added nonchalantly, although his mouth twitched to the side and his lips pursed ever so slightly, “Do yous remember that six person tag match back in week three? ‘Cause I do. I remember how yous wrapped them legs a’ yours around my neck, how yous tied me up the ropes, an’ how yous illegally choked me out without a care in the world.”

“For months I been livin’ with the disgrace a’ bein’ pinned by Mike Sloan, an’ it was all ‘cause a’ you, Heidi.” He added pointing a finger straight down the camera lens, “So I’ll give you three guesses as to where the vengeance train is stoppin’ next.”

“I know your plan, Heidi, yous said it yourself. You ain’t goin’ out there to win, yous only got one thing on your mind, an’ that’s makin’ sure I ain’t got a chance a’ winnin’ the final when you’re done with me.” He said tilting his head to the side, “An’ if Sam Turner Jr. or Mike Sloan had somehow managed to pull the greatest upset in the world, I don’t doubt that that’s exactly what you’d be doin’. But you ain’t steppin’ in there with just anybody. Yous is gonna be standin’ across the ring from the best Defiance has to offer.”

“Now I ain’t blowin’ smoke. I’m sayin’ that ‘cause it’s true, an’ the only reason I ain’t finished the league in that top stop is ‘cause a’ that schmuck YAZ an’ his inability to do anything right. The 6 person tag, That triple threat, WarGames... Yoshikazu YAZ was right there for all a’ ‘em!” Alceo fumed, he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, “I trusted him an' look what happened... So Heidi, if yous wanna go ahead an make that same mistake I ain’t gonna stop yous, ‘cause all it’ll do is make my job that little bit easier.”

The camera, which had been continually zooming out, couldn’t possibly reveal any more of Dentari, and yet it continued to retreat. Soon enough it became obvious why.

“As for me? I know better now, so I been out an’ I enlisted the help a’ two guys I know, two guys I trust...” He continued, calming down ever so slightly. “Two guys that ain’t gonna fuck up the biggest, most important moment a’ my life.”

Stood either side of Dentari were the same two men from last week, both towered over the much... ahem... shorter man, both dressed in exactly the same clothes as when they were first seen.

“An’ boy am I glad I got these guys watchin’ my back now, ‘cause I ain’t havin’ yous do to me what yous did to Jimmy Kort.”

“People a’ been asking me, ‘how could you steal a win the way yous did?’ An’ to them I ask, how can Sam Turner Jr. steal a bye to the second round by sidin’ with Heritage an’ stabbin’ his own team in the back? You ask me, Sam Turner Jr. got off lightly.” Dentari said, the man to his left, the slightly shorter of the two unknowns, nodded slightly and bore his teeth in a snarl, “Heidi on the other hand jumped an unsuspecting Kort ‘cause she knew she couldn’t beat him fresh. I can’t help but wonder what she gonna do when she’s stood across the ring from Alceo Dentari who’s so fresh he smells like fuckin’ daisies?”

“Sorry to disappoint, Heidi, but Operation: Oust Elijah Goldman and fuck over Evolution’s chances a’ winnin’ is gonna fall at the final hurdle, ‘cause I’m gonna do somethin’ Jeff Andrews ain’t never managed.” Dentari said, cracking his knuckles. “I’m gonna leave yous an exhausted, droolin’, quiverin’ mess on the mat.”

The taller and fatter of the two unknowns’ shoulders bounced as he fought a smile. Dentari did his best to ignore it, but the other reached behind Alceo and clouted the big man around the back of the head. He hung his head in shame as Dentari continued. “No, it ain’t gonna be ‘cause a’ some mind blowin’, outta this world orgasm. It’ll be ‘cause I’m gonna kick yous in the back a’ the head so hard your grandkids are gonna be born concussed.”

I think we all know what’s coming now.

“Ain’t that a kick in the head.”

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