A convertible Corvette pulled into the AWO parking lot, where dozens of
attractive young women were waiting. Xenon Byers hopped nimbly over the
door on the driver's side, while Charlie Fatu opened the passenger door
and swung his long legs out, rising to his full height and stretching
his massive frame. Charlie was dressed impeccably, in a white suit coat and slacks, with a silver shirt underneath. As Xenon rounded the car and joined him, the two men seemed almost to move in slow motion as they made their way through the crowd of excited women, signing autographs on whatever was offered.
When Charlie noticed the camera, he grabbed it by the lens and made the camera man point it at Xenon. There he is AWO! Future Bank Heist winner, and your next World Heavyweight Champion... XENON... BYERS!
Charlie had an excellent "announcer voice", he'd practiced it enough over the years. He let go of the camera and moved to stand next to his partner.
But before we get into all that, let's talk about THIS week. This week, The Party faces... who is it Xen? Axe of Gold? Ass of God? WHATEVER! The point is, these guys might be great competitors, but look at The Party! Look at us!
Charlie struck a modeling pose, his face turned up toward the sun, his broad frame and square jaw giving him a heroic mien. A smile came to his face as he lowered his gaze to look at the camera once more. We've got the looks, we've got the brains, and most of all, we've got the smarts. We are the next step in the evolution of this business. It's in our blood, son! We've got the pedigree...
A brief video cutaway showed a powerfully built man in black trunks delivering a double-underhook facebuster...
Not that pedigree! The lineage! The genetic encoding! But we've got more than that. We've got the training, too, not to mention the perfect combination of power, he pointed both of his thumbs at himself, and skill, a gesture and a small bow to Xenon.
In short, you boys are ready for the worst night of your lives. Ain't that right, Xenon?
(TBC by Xenon Byers)
