On a sunny California afternoon at the Gilroy Gardens, smack dab in “The Garlic Capitol of the World”, “Spoiled” Summer Page is strolling down a walkway as she is looking on her phone. Summer has a wreath of garlic around her neck, and you can see the pointed end of a wooden stake peeking out of her purse. Looking annoyed, Summer stops next to one of the park’s famed circus trees and brings her phone up to her ear. Via the magic of XWF promotional technology we are privy to the phone call taking place.

Hello Anarchy adherent! It’s me, “Big” Dick Lichter, new General Manager of XWF’s one and only MACRO show, ANARCHY!

Hello, Mr. Lichter, it’s Summer Page. As you probably know, I just became number one contender to the Revolution Championship, and first of all I just wanted to let you know that I’d like to challenge for the title as soon as possible! But in the meantime, WHY IN GOD’S GREEN EARTH AM I BABYSITTING A REJECT FROM TWILIGHT?! I….

I can’t come to the phone right now, but leave me a BIG LONG message and I’ll get back to you sho-I mean, BIGLY!

*BEEP*

Summer, looking stunned, pulls the phone away from her face before returning it to her ear.

Why does your voicemail have a disconcertingly long gap right in the middle of it?! Ugh! Anyway, please call me back ASAP Mr. Lichter, it is URGENT!

She hangs up the phone, and casts a nervous look around as she returns it to her purse. Just then, a figure drops down from the tree right behind her.

There you are, Summer!

GAH! Summer quickly withdraws the stake from her purse and wheels around, coming face to face with Kristoffer Arroyo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa tiger! Easy!

Summer, wielding the stake, sputters out a reply. How did you find me? In the day time, in the garlic capitol of the whole world, hundreds of miles from my last known location?!

Kris shrugs. I’m just good like that. By the way, the whole “no garlic, no sunshine” thing? Just old wives tales. Although I’m still liable to get a splinter from that stake so do ya think we could do without?

You afraid of a little splinter? Summer smugly asks. Ok, fine! You want to do without? Then what do you suggest and you better not try to convince me to become a vampire again.

I would suggest you remember that I'm not your enemy. This week, Clutch and the Roman numerals guy are. Savvy?

Fair enough! Because you better believe that I want Roman numerals as you put it. He walked out of losing to me in a triple threat match to winning the Revolution championship the very next match. I can’t hate on him seizing the opportunity but dammit I want that same opportunity! An agitated Summer takes a deep breath. I mean I know it’ll happen. So if his spooky ass wants to come into this tag team match I’m bringing a vampire to match him freak for freak.

Summer gives Kris a nod.

I’m assuming you can handle that, right? Because once we nullify that aspect of Roman numerals what does that make him? Nothing more than a common man who I’ve already proved that I can pin. Then there is Clutch Cassidy. Clutch, we couldn’t have had more different upbringings. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to bully the girl that enjoyed playing in the dirt but what I will tell you is that you’ve come to my attention at the wrong time. So we’ll make sure that thrilling ride you’re on crashes and burns before it gets started in XWF.

Summer looks over at Kris.

Speaking of crashing and burning, Clutch, I had some words for you to dine on in our last bit. I’m wondering if you gave them any thought? Or maybe you’re just in a deep denial about your lust for death that you gussy up as chasing danger? Maybe you think that chasing danger somehow makes you special….make you unique?

It doesn’t.

People like you are a dime a dozen. Little adrenaline addicts, puppies who wouldn’t have clue number one what to do with the car once they’ve caught up to it.

But me, doll? I’ve BEEN the danger for…well, suffice it to say, it’s been a long time. Your little serotonin kick is my entire EXISTENCE. And if you think your petty heehaw Nascar antics are enough to prepare you for a dalliance with me in that ring, well, you have quite another thing coming. 

And not even your cryptic zombie like partner will be able to help you. Because as much of an enigma that XXXVI tries to be he actually isn’t. Wearing all black clothes with a red and white mask doesn’t mean anything more than you belong in the discount bin at Spirit Halloween.

Summer stops herself with an annoyed look on her face. She looks in the air.

Is he actually going to bring this side out of me? Summer sighs and looks back down at the camera. Well XXXVI, I have always been the popular girl in school who gets everything she wants and that won’t change now or whenever I take the Revolution Championship from you. Because at the end of the day we got this!

Kris smirks. Even if I am a “reject from Twilight”?

You caught that, huh?

I did. But I have thick enough skin, Summer. No harm done. Kris stops short. You know, believe it or not, I was always a “Jacob guy.”

So, hypothetically speaking, if you had made me into a vampire would I have sparkled?

I’m sure it could have been arranged. Kris arcs his arm out for Summer to take. She hesitates, but finally takes his arm in hers as these strange bedfellows carve out a beautiful interspecies friendship, stepping into the sunlight that probably should have murdered one of them.