AS69: The Beard & Blade vs. Ricky Runn & Krypto

[Kermit]

And then there were four. The Gold Rush Tournament has produced several surprises, but does it still have one more before we go into the final match-ups at Redemption. Opponents will team together as they take on the other side of the bracket. What madness will ensue?

Deadline is Wednesday (September 18th, 2013) at 11:59 P.M. (Central Time). Extensions available upon request.​

 

[Kermit]

This match deadline has been extended by 24hrs via a request from The Beard.

 

[Blade]

The Beard comes home from a long day of manly training to his beautiful house. He slots his key into the front door, but the door seems to already be unlocked. "Hmm, must have forgotten to lock it," Beard mumbles to himself. Without another thought of it, he walks inside.

Dumping his bag on his kitchen counter, he notices a small glass with a few drops of scotch sitting at the bottom. Beard picks it up an examines it; he didn’t drink from this glass. Sure, Beard had drank his usual three glasses of scotch before his work out, but he put his glass in the dishwasher. He’s no slob.

As he walks down the hallway, he notices the pictures along the wall are slightly crooked. He moves further down the hall and slowly opens the door to the living room. The lights are off, but the television is on, showing muffled static. As Beard picks up the remote control to turn off the TV, a voice comes from behind him. “I like your house.”

He turns around, to see an inebriated Blade looking up at him from the couch. Blade seems to have made himself at home, lying across the couch, and smelling strongly of scotch and cigarettes. “What are you doing here, Blade?” Beard sighs.

“I came here so we could have a chat. Nobody knew what gym you work out at, so I had to wait for you here. You took longer than I thought, and I got bored, so drink.” says Blade, slightly slurred.

“I don’t go to a gym,” Beard explains, “I wrestle various wild animals in the forest ten miles from here. In fact, I hope you like venison, because there’s a large buck I brought back from today’s work that I’m hoping to make for dinner.”

“Wait… You don’t own a car…” Blade mumbles.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Blade sits up in the couch and pulls out a cigarette. “I’d rather you didn’t,” Beard notes, which is ignored by Blade, who has already lit up.

“You and me, we have some great momentum in the tournament,” Blade begins, talking slightly slower than usual, “and I like to think that whomever wins between you and me will go on to win the entire tournament.”

“Okay, continue.”

“But,” Blade continues, “we can’t let Runn and Krypto win. If either of us are to win this tournament, we have to make sure that their momentum doesn’t continue into Redemption. If we beat them on Meltdown, the tournament belongs to us. If they lose the tag team match, their momentum slows and they’ll take it out on each other at the Pay Per View. I mean, really beat the hell out of each other more than you and I will. Beating them on Meltdown means we have the mental and physical advantage.”

“I usually have the physical advantage…” Beard points out.

“Beard, would you just… Okay!?” Blade exclaims.

“So you're saying, in a very rambling way, that you want to work together as a cohesive unit so we’re more likely to win the tournament…”

“That’s exactly what I’m been saying!” Blade nods.

“Very well. But let me ask you, why should I care about momentum heading into the final of the tournament? I have to beat you first, and you have to beat me. How do I know you’re not trying to play mind games on me right now? Telling me one thing, while your actions at Meltdown might be something completely different?”

“You make an excellent point, I am a master of deception and a snake amongst the pigeons!” proclaims Blade before he accidentally drops his cigarette into his own lap. The cigarette starts to burn a hole in the crotch of his pants, and Blade jumps to his feet, doing a little jig of panic. Eventually, the cigarette falls onto the ground and is stomped out by the Beard.

“Somehow, I don’t think you’re playing mind games with me at the moment…” Beard quips as he picks up the extinguished cigarette and throws it in the bin.

Blade slumps back into the couch and rests his head on the armrest. “Snake amongst pigeons…” he mumbles as he closes his eyes, falling asleep. Beard kicks the couch, which shakes Blade awake.

“You’re not sleeping on my couch, Blade. I’ll call you a taxi.”

“No, I’m fine. I can drive,” Blade slurs.

“Maybe you can. But you didn’t drive here, there's no car outside.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“In case you don’t remember our conversation tonight, I’ll call you tomorrow. We can meet up somewhere and go over the strategy for the tag match."

Blade unsteadily gets up out of the couch, and just about manages to gain his balance before he goes to leave the living room. As he passes Beard, he asks “So, what’s the deal with those pills in your medicine cabinet?”

“They’re… For my sister…” Beard grumbles.

“Sure…” Blade whispers as he stumbles back out to the kitchen.

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The morning after. Blade face down lies on the floor in his locker room. He’s in the dark, a bucket beside his head, and a bottle of water clutched in his hand. There’s a knock at the door, which sounds thunderous to Blade.
“Make it stop,” He croaks.

The door opens and Leon Kensworth pokes his head in. Leon squints through darkness before flicking on the light and spotting Blade on the ground. “Turn the light off. It’s shining right in my face.” Blade murmurs on the ground.

“You’re lying face down…” Leon points out, “So, err, Blade? Could I get an interview?” Blade’s response is an incoherent groan. Leon seems to take that as a yes, taking a seat in the locker room. “So you have the tag team match on Ascension, which obviously has implications for the Gold Rush Tournament. How important is it to win the match this week?”

“I don’t think you understand the way I’m feeling right now,” Blade groans, “I’ve been waiting to find the strength to stand for the last three hours, but I can’t. I mean, I cannot stand up right now.” He turns over and looks up at Leon, “Were you always this tall?”

“No. You’re just on the ground.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“What did you do last night?” Leon asks, unsure of how a heavy drinker like Blade can be in such a bad state.

“I had several drinks at Beard’s house. And then I left, and it all gets kind of fuzzy after that. And by that I mean, I have no idea what happened after 10 PM. Like, no clue.”

“Well, regardless, I just need a sound bite, Blade. Just a sentence or two we can use in the preview for Ascension.”

“What do people usually say in these situations?”

“You’ve cut promos before, and you’ve heard hundreds more, I’m sure you can string something together.”

“Okay…” Blade sputters, barely managing to suppress some vomit. He grabs the nearest chair and drags himself over to it. Unable to get up to sit on the chair, Blade just drapes himself over it as he begins to cut his promo. “Krypto, Ricky Runn. You guys suck. I am better, and the victory is in the palm of my hands—“ He limply holds out a hand, “And then Redemption will happen. I shall prevail in the matches and be the champion… Man…”

At this point, Blade just seems to give up, waving a hand at Leon as if to indicate he can’t do anymore. “That was pathetic,” Leon sighs, actually facepalming at Blade’s attempted promo, “I mean, spectacularly bad.”

“I gave you what you asked for. The rest is up to the editors.”

Leon shrugs and gets to his feet, understanding he's not going to get much more out of Blade. As he's about to leave, Blade pipes up. “Wait,” Blade splutters, “What time is it?”

Leon checks his watch. “Nearly 2 PM.”

“God dammit,” fumes Blade, “I have to go meet Beard for drinks to discuss our strategy for the tag team match…”

“You’re serious? You’re going for drinks in your condition?” Leon says in absolute disbelief.

“I’m fine!” Blade insists, as he just about manages to get to his feet, with the help of the wall.

“You’re not fine! You can barely stand!”

“You’re right, I’m not fine,” begins Blade, before he turns around and unleashes an almighty throwing up into the wastebin. He stands back up, wipes his mouth and goes to grab his back. “Now I’m fine.”

He grabes the tote bag in the corner and picks it up. But it’s unzipped, and as he picks it up, several wads of bound cash fall out, literally thousands of dollars in bills. Leon and Blade are both speechless for a moment as they stare at the money.

“Seriously. What the hell did you do last night?”

“I don’t know,” says Blade, sincerely, “But we can play Hangover 4 later, right now I’ve got to get my shit together so I don’t show any sign of weakness in front of the Beard…” Blade throws the money back into the bag and leaves the locker room, with Leon watching with a disapproving glare.

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In the promo for Meltdown, a deep voice over hypes the show.

“This week on Ascension; the four semi-finalists of the Gold Rush Tournament face off in a tag team match! It’s Blade and the Beard, versus Krypto and Ricky Runn!”

Blade’s voice takes over, his clearly edited voice over footage of his tournament wins, his inflection changing with every other word .

“I have… Been… Waiting for… This. You… Cannot stand… in my way. I will… Be... A… Shining… Light… For the… People… and… Stand… Tall."

 

[Theo Mays]

The familiar face and voice of WZCW star, Gold Rush semi-finalists, and Beard’s opponent at Redemption, Blade is sitting on Beard’s office desk as Beard is ready to rid himself of Blade for the time being

You remember what I said Beard, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t make the wrong choice, do the right thing. Trust me. We win, we are the favorites. We lose, no one considers us a threat.

Blade assures Beard that he can trust him as Beard straightens his pictures along the wall and chucks a bottle of scotch into the wastebin

C’mon man give me a smile. Loosen up, grab a drink.

Beard gives Blade a sarcastic smirk as Beard lifts the empty bottle out of the wastebin and shakes it in front of Blade as Blade realizes he drank it all. Blade gives Beard a pat on the back and smiles innocently.

I didn’t finish that.

Well then…who did?

Blade looks around the room aimlessly as he looks for a victim to blame as he comes across a picture of Beardette and he has his goat.

That darn Beardette. You know those carny folks can pound them back like no other.

C’mon son. You think I’m that stupid.

It’s a weakness. Wait not really. More so a hobby now that I think about it. It’s alright, I’ll buy the rounds tomorrow..

Fine. We’ll hit up the city. The Bar is fantastic. Great atmosphere, you’ll love it.

The Bar it is. I’ll meet you there.

Blade scurries out as Beard just shakes his head and tugs at his signature face piece as the most important voice of all addresses him.

You should figure by this point that your partners are just going to let themselves into our homes. Talent, Gent, Krypto, and now Blade. We might as well have an open door policy at this point.

We see Beard’s very pregnant wife, Emily as turns down the final stair and peers into the completely rearranged living room courtesy of Blade.

You got to admit that he did a good job.

Maybe it is time for Blade to find a new life job. Interior decorating seems right up his alley.

You seem bothered. What is up?

I got a lot going on. I’m teaming with my opponent at Redemption and he says I can trust him.

Do you?

I trust him about as far as I can throw Wasabi Toyota.

Emily looks on confused as Toyota is a normally sized person at this point in his career as Beard continues his thought process.

Pre weight loss of course.

Beard throws up a picture of Toyota as Emily lets out an “ahh” understanding where her husband is coming from.

He made a valid point before he left though. I mean if we lose this match to Runn and Krypto then the fans and the guys and gals in the back see them as the favorites. If we win however, then it just confirms the thought that one of us should be the next world champion. It’s a lot of weight to put on my shoulders. I just feel like I’m going to break.

You’re going to break? You are on the biggest roll of your career. I’ve never seen you happier or more confident in yourself until recently. You’ve come out and taken out Westhoff and Cooper, both of whom were seen as favorites to win this. Now you have a break in action, but at Redemption you can take down the new favorite, Blade. This is your chance to prove the world that you are indeed a world champion.

Dear Journal,

“It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.”
-Tony Robbins

It happen and I deserve whatever criticism I get from. I hooked the tights, I had to do what it took to win. It wasn’t that I wanted it to go down that way, but it needed to be done and I will live with that decision for eternity. But I will gladly live with that for eternity if it leads to me becoming world champion. I live life with no regrets, no matter what I do, I live with it.

Well damn, the bar’s name is The Bar. That’s not creative at all. Silly Americans, what do you expect.

We see Blade rambling on in the back of a taxi as the driver looks on concerned.

Are you talking to anyone in particular?

Just keep driving. The Bar can’t be that far.

Ahh yes The Bar. They got some fine employees. A mandatory yoga pants policy is a ringer for Big Vlad here.

I hope that’s your name and not your penis. In fact, I don’t want to know. Just keep driving.

Big Vlad hits the brakes as Blade nearly smashes through the divider.

Here it is, The Bar. That’ll be 17.75.

Blade throws some money towards Big Vlad and hurries out of the cab and storms into The Bar. Vlad counts his money as he nearly blows a gasket.

You cheap Irish bastard, you owe me 5 bucks!!!

::MEANWHILE BACK AT BEARD’S HOUSE::

Beard hugs Emily as he kisses her on the forehead before releasing his grasp as a feint knocking comes from the door as Beardette trots on in.

I got to meet Blade for drinks, Beardette will be here to look after you. If anything happens just call me and I’ll be on my way to you guys. I can’t wait.

Beard places his hand on the stomach of Emily and kisses her and graces his sister with a hug as he ventures out the door.

::MEANWHILE BACK AT THE BAR::

I can see why Beard recommended this place. Damn.

Blade admires the few as he checks out some tight asses as he is finally greeted by a hostess who rubs his hand against his chest. Blade begins to piece things together as he looks around The Bar. Sleezy men, tinted windows, cheap brand name alcohol, big bouncer like men guarding the kitchen.

Hookers. All of you. Don’t touch me. This bar should be renamed The Clap.

Blade makes a bunch of faces as he runs out the door and dances around in hopes of that cleaning himself. He begins walking down the street as he mumbles under his breath about Big Vlad and finding Beard’s bar.

::MEANWHILE BACK AT BEARD’S BAR::

Beard walks into a bar and stands at the front door as he looks around for Blade, but there is no sign of his tag team partner. Beard begins walking around until he hears a whisper from a side hallway.

Beard, over here.

Beard peaks his head around the corner and he sees Zeke Hewitt standing in the shadows.

I thought I was done with you.

Our relationship is far from over my friend. I see you made the right choice against Cooper. I’m glad you are finally seeing it my way. Channeling that inner beast and doing whatever needs to be done.

I did it because you promised that you would stay out of my business. Clearly you aren’t a man to be trusted.

I am not. Nor are you and neither is your new buddy Blade.

Beard rolls his eyes as he licks at his lips, clearly frustrated.

Blade wants you to trust him, he is trying to take advantage of your once weak psyche. He doesn’t know that you are a changed man, a molded man, the manliest man. You possess a mean streak that no man or woman can match. WZCW fears you and more importantly Blade fears you.

I don’t trust Blade, but I need to trust him for this week.

See he is already in your head. You have this feeling of need of acceptance and companionship. You don’t need that feeling. Deep inside you are a lone wolf. You need nobody.

Blade and I need to be on the same page for this week. We need to be the ones that go into Redemption as the favorites.

That I agree with. Krypto is building this underdog story and Ricky Runn can go swag himself. Neither of them can beat you. Neither of them are a serious threat. They are just fodder at this point Beard. You and Blade are truly the only threat to that world championship. You and Blade need to work together, but at the end of the day you need to destroy him. After the match, you need to take him out.

So you want me to play Blade like you are playing me?

Beard I am not playing you. I’m helping you mold into your own being nondependent of others. I’m making you the man you wish to be. I’m making you the beard you wanted feared.

::MEANWHILE::

We see Blade exit from a taxi as he begins looking at the buildings around town. Frustrated he begins talking to himself.

Not that I don’t mind a town with a bunch of bars, but why can’t they have distinct names? All they say is The Bar! How can I trust a man who frequents a bar with no style, no class, and no uniqueness? His bar is equivalent to Armando Paradyse. It just doesn’t work.

Blade is clearly flustered as he bumps into a young pedestrian with a very trimmed orange beard and spiked up orange hair and a thousand dollar suit. The pedestrian addresses the flustered Blade.

Hey man, you looking for The Bar?

Yes, yes I am. Why thank you.

Right down the road and make a quick left and it is the third or fourth building on the right. They got the best wings and drinks specials. Trust me, I’m a lawyer.

Blade looks on irate as this man is a man that you least likely would trust. Add to the fact that he has already tried that bar earlier on. Blade takes a deep breath before sticking his hand out and thanks the man sarcastically.

Thank you sir, I greatly appreciate it.

The lawyer shakes his hand and continues on his merry way as Blade slowly keeps an eye on him before he fades into the distance. Blade pulls out the lawyer’s wallet as he fumbles through it.

Hotel key, useless. Strip club, we’ll save that for later. Another hotel key, no thank you. Picture of wife and kids, nope. Nude shots of his mistress, I’ll pocket that one. Now the good stuff, the money.

As Blade walks the streets he throws the stuff away that has no appeal to him. He begins to count the money and he alternates as he gets a twenty, the city gets a twenty. He continues the charade until no money remains. Blade throws the wallet to the ground before he counts his bills.

Twenty, fourty, sixty, eighty, hundred, one twenty. That’s an easy day’s work. You’re welcome city people.

Now damn it, where the hell is that bar and where the hell is Beard?!?

::MEANWHILE BACK AT THE BAR BLADE CAN’T FIND::

Beard and Hewitt seem to be in a slight squabble as Beard breaks the conversation as he fumbles around in his pocket as his phone is vibrating.

I need to go. Emily’s water broke and she is on her way to the hospital.

Don’t go Beard. It is time that you believe in yourself and be a selfish man. Let it be about you for once. You deserve the world, it doesn’t deserve you.

Beard turns around and slams his fist against the wall before he spins around and slams Hewitt into the wall. Hewitt has the look of pain, but he manages to smile as Beard clutches his shirt.

You…you just…don’t…I don’t even know how…

Beards lets out a howling yell as he throws Hewitt to the ground and begins to destroy the back of the bar. Beard begins throwing chairs, stools, pictures, light fixtures, whatever he can get his hands as he continues his rampage. Hewitt watches on pleased as Beard isn’t in the mood for communication as he takes out the host of employees that stand in his way.

This is what you are. You are a monster. You are THE monster. There isn’t a man in the world that can stand up to you and there isn’t a man in the world that can stand in your way. You are the most feared man on the plant. You are the manliest man. You are the Beard and you will be feared.

Hewitt lets out a laugh as Beard falls to the ground into a seated position as he takes in the situation as Hewitt rubs his shoulders and Beard places his hands in his head. Hewitt walks off as he nods at Beard before disappearing through the front door just as Blade shows up.

BEARDY!

Blade is enthused as he has found the place, but has a look of concern as Beard sits on the floor with a destroyed bar around him. Blade has a sigh of disappointment as he knows there will be no drinks tonight, not with Beard at least. However out of partnership, Blade attempts to hype Beard up before venturing out for a night on the town of his own.

Looks like I missed quite the party. You do this at Ascension and we won’t have to worry about Runn and Krypto making it to Redemption. We will be the final. See you then.

Blade walks out as Beard just bursts into tears on the ground of the bar before standing up and throwing one final stool across the bar smashing all the bottles of liquor on display before charging through the door and back into the city on a mission.

 

[FlexAmerican Dynamite]

The Khronicles of Krypto

Strange Bedfellows ​

WZCW’s resident alien Krypto can be seen relaxing behind the scenes with Backstage worker Bob in an empty training room.

Krypto: So Matt Tastic did a heel turn?

Backstage Bob: Yeah it was a completely 180 from his normal self.

Krypto: Well he should really get that checked out by a physician.

Bob: What?

Krypto: Well according to the information you provided me Tastic turned his heel in a completely different direction. That can’t be good for his fragile human bones. I’m not doctor but I could have sworn I saw something similar to this in a galaxy far, far away and it didn’t end well for that individual either.

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Bob: I think you have the wrong definition of a heel turn there buddy.

Krypto: I still can’t seem to realize why Tastic would attack me after our match; I thought the handshake was the sacred human oath of respect.

Bob: Regardless Tastic will be looking to take out his anger in that #1 contender’s match for the Elite X title on Ascension.

Krypto: So even after he lost and seemingly had a mental breakdown he will still be awarded a chance at an opportunity at a prestigious championship? I guess that just goes to show that losses really don’t matter, making it harder to understand Tastic’s quarrel.

Bob: Well maybe you can ask him about it on Ascension after you and Ricky Runn take on the Beard and Blade.

Krypto: Well there’s another strange booking choice.


Bob: How so?

Krypto: While it does make sense for the final four of the Gold Rush tournament to all be involved in a match just days before they collide at Redemption, it is a bit strange to put future adversaries as allies. One could only imagine the shenanigans that might ensue, thankfully for me Ricky Runn’s a very trustworthy individual and would never do anything to cause anyone harm, regardless if said person has beat him before and will be looking to do it again in the near future.

Bob: I don’t think you know Ricky Runn very well.

Krypto: While I have for a while now avoided Mr. Runn due to his accident prone behavior and lack of anything interesting to say I have acquired well known facts through your human database known as Wikipedia. For one he was a part of one half of the longest reigning tag team champions making him very qualified in a match such as this, second he’s umm….well that’s all I remember it saying actually.

Bob: The Beard was actually in two very popular tag teams making him well versed in this contest.

Krypto: You have a point there Bob, I have nothing against Ricky I would much rather want Beard as my partner this week. After all we’ve teamed together before; we’re obviously best friends, and seemingly much more entertaining than our “allies”.

Bob: You would still have to watch your back Krypto, it’s every man for himself in a tournament in which a shot at the World title is on the line.

Krypto: Well it’s not like greed and glory has ever caused friendships to crumble right?

Bob: Actually that’s the main cause of almost all of them.

Krypto: Runn and I are however not friends, so I expect us to go out there, win the match as allies, and then go on to have a friendly competitive match at Redemption.

Bob: Seriously have you not been following what Ricky’s been doing lately? For Christ sakes you were at commentary for his match against Stormrage.

Krypto: Honestly I was just listening to Jack Cohen’s tips on how to commentate through an earpiece, I wasn’t really paying attention. I did see the ending though, nothing wrong with winning through a small package, especially when that’s all Runn has to offer.

Bob: I don’t think you understand Krypto, allow me to show you exactly the type of person Ricky has come to worship, idolize, and become.

Bob then pulls out his smartphone and proceeds to open his Youtube application to show the extraterrestrial the following video.

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Bob: Can you honestly support something like this?

Following completion of the popular song Krypto seems perplexed by it; he turns towards Bob to answer but stops himself he can say anything. After a few seconds of re-thinking his immediate response the alien seemingly has put his words together.

Krypto: Yes, yes I can support Ricky’s new direction.
Isn’t it obvious Ricky Runn just wants to understand this strange and peculiar culture and learn from its inhabitants? In a world in which people are looked down upon for their beliefs, sexuality, and color of skin I commend Runn for having the courage to attempt to fit in with the humans with darker pigment despite being a “cracker” as Action Saxton would have so kindly put it in his tenure here. It would be hypocritical for me put down Ricky for this new venture when all I’ve wanted to do on this planet is understand you humans and become just like you, this is why I believe me and Ricky will be great partners come Ascension. We both want to become part of a culture that doesn’t understand us and may never accept who we truly are.

Bob: Well what of Blade and Beard?

Krypto: Runn was a part of a very successful tag team that on a nearly weekly basis stopped Blade’s group of worthless trouble makers from taking over the ranks of WZCW. I have faith Ricky will know what to do with him. Beard on the other hand is someone I consider a friend however, as I’m sure he realizes nobody wants to look weak just a couple of days before the possibly the biggest matches of our careers. The teamwork and intense mutual respect Ricky and I have for each other will prevail in our match up.

Bob: But I’m telling you Ricky turned heel you can’t trust him!

Krypto: I find it very heartwarming how concerned you are about Ricky’s foot but unlike Tastic I doubt his bone problems will cause him to blow a gasket. After our match I’ll get a doctor and make sure his heel is put back in the right direction, then we’ll go onto Redemption where I may unfortunately have to kick his jaw into another direction.

 

[GI Cake]

Power to the people


Ricky Runn is seen sleeping in his poorly managed hotel, despite his best efforts to share a bed with Amber Warren, Ricky was sleeping alone and with his shirt stained with vomit from the Mexican water that he drank once again.

???:Wake up

Ricky stayed asleep, in fact, at the command Ricky began to snore louder as the hotel room began to cloud away. The small dinky Mexican hotel began to vanish around Ricky and was replaced with clouds. All except for the bed, Once again, the mysterious voice spoke again.

???:Wake up, fool.

However despite the best commands, Ricky began to snore even louder.Then the roof was the next bit of the hotel to leave. Suddenly the sunlight shined down onto Ricky, the sun rays shooting into Ricky's eyes. Causing him to stir but he stays asleep. The mysterious voice, now upset shouts and makes the bed vanish under from Ricky, causing him to jump awake from the sensation of falling then with a mighty shout.

???:"Wake up, dumbass!"

Ricky staggers to find his footing, so much so he doesn't notice the scene around him, nor does he fail to comprehend he was standing on nothing but clouds. Ricky looks around for the source of the voice, but squinting before he placed on his sunglasses and said to himself.

Ricky:"My glasses, I can't be seen without my glasses."

Suddenly, a group of clouds began to split apart slowly, behind those clouds, was a man wearing a large golden necklace, both the chain, and the man glowed brightly. Ricky, even with his sunglasses on had to cover his eyes in order to see through the glare.

Ricky:"G...God?"

The glowing man, shook his head, and then spat back, frustrated with the sight before him.

???:"Bitch, I ain't god, I'm Yeezus!"

Ricky looks closer, and once the glare goes down Ricky can see the man looked exactly like the one and only, Kanye West. With his jaw loose from his mouth, he simply said.

Ricky:"Oh, okay. What up Yeezus?"

Yeezus raises an eyebrow and says back to the Swagtastic Superstar.

Yeezus:"Well shit I was chilling, but I need to speak to you, my son. I am about to give you great purpose fool."

Ricky looks at his idol with a curious optimism. Crossing his arms he said back to Yeezus.

Ricky:"Lay it on me, Yeezus."

Yeezus then nods and waves his hand in one direction, suddenly the clouds formed busts of Blade, Krypto, The Beard, and even the World Heavyweight Champion, Showtime Cougar.

Yeezus:"I may be the best ever, but I give credit where credit is due, and Ricky. Ever since you accepted swag into your life, you became successful again, but there are many who doubt you, and there's people who disgrace your swagga in order to make up for their lack of swag. These are the four people who disgrace your name, and disgrace the name of swag."

Ricky looks over to the cloudy statues of the four other superstars, and says over to Yeezus.

Ricky:"What do I need to do, Yeezus?"

Yeezus:"What do you think you need to do, dummy? You need to take them all out, one by one. Not only that, you need to take them out with style, you need to out-swag them. Then, my son. You need to bring back swagga to the title. Ever since Showtime and Holmes have been feuding over that strap, it lost all of its glory, it lost the prestige, it needs a spark, Ricky. It needs, Swag!"

Ricky:"Oh hell yeah, you are right on the money, Yeezus! I mean, I was planning on winning it before, but I now I got all this divine purpose and swag and stuff. Hell yeah this is awesome! So like, I'm the son of Swag or something now?"

Yeezus then shook his head and said to Ricky.

Yeezus:"No way, fool! You gonna be so much more important than that. You need to be the voice. A voice of a generation, your voice needs to tell the entire world that Swag is not only for real, but it is here to stay, and the only way you can do that is by winning this whole tournament. Go forth my son and have all that power Power...Powerrr........Power...."

Ricky then suddenly jerks awake in the crappy Mexican hotel once again, his sunglasses still on his face and looks about panicking.

Ricky:"Damn, I really need to stop trusting those damn bartenders with Mexcian water, yo. I be getting some crazy funky dreams."