take off

Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
Beauty, eh
Like magic, eh
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
It's coming in
Well, that's like
It's like it was sung by angels
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
Hey, Hosehead
Yeah, what
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
Guess what
What
It's over
Take off, it can't be
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
It is, yeah
Because hit records are short
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
No way
Yeah, they're not that long
Okay, so that's our topic for today
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
So good day
Good day
Coo, loo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!

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Well… I finally got a win… kind of. After eliminating "Not" Richard Dweck, Serena Storm, Jalen Prince, and Chelsea Skye in a gauntlet at Cyber Slam… Khaos helped me get a win by disqualification over Cerise. That was nice of him… but I really was going to get the job done for myself. He really thought he was doing something big there… but he only ensured that I have the upper hand at Christmas Chaos… where I will end his reign of terror once and for all.

There's a new World Champion on the horizon, folks… and her name is Sara Pettis. One final stop between me and destiny… and that brings about a match against Sylk Michaels. I forgot Sylk was even still around. I haven't seen her wasting precious screen time for a while. Is she still a leach, sucking the life force out of everything around her? If so, I better be careful. I wouldn't want my momentum slowed down just before my big title match. The biggest worry I have for my match tomorrow at Sin… is that the notorious coward Khaos will show up to cause trouble.

Honestly… I hope he does. I hope he interferes and does his worst. That way he can see me rise above and come back stronger at Christmas Chaos. Sylk is merely a morsel on my way to feast on Khaos. I don't mean to diminish her presence here… but she is a guppy who has little chance of stopping this shark. Maybe if she could stand on her own instead of being an obedient servant of her masters… she could live up to whatever undiscovered potential she has inside of her.

Sylk Michaels is no Sara Pettis. That is abundantly clear. What she is… is a brief distraction from my ultimate goal. She is a hiccup on my treacherous climb to the peak of Revolution1. She is---

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Our adventure takes us to a small gym, down the street from the Centre Bell in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Our heroine Ms. Pettis is doing her darndest to reach peak physical prowess, with help from her partner/trainer Jason Christopher.

Jason: You got this! Two more! Come on!

She pushes the bar up one more time, struggling to straighten out.

Jason: One more! Get it! GET IT!!!

The bar goes back down and she is visibly crying.

Jason: Almost there!

She struggles to push the bar and then… she blacks the fuck out. When she comes to, the bar is positioned on the rack. She sits up and wipes the sweat from her brow.

Sara: What… happened…

Jason looks terrified.

Sara: Jace… what's wrong?

He stammers nonsense. She stands up and grabs his shoulders.

Sara: Babe… what is it?!

Jason: Where did you go?!

Sara: What do you mean? I was right here. And then I---

She pauses.

Sara: I really don't know. I had one left and then---

Jason: ---your eyes went dark and you did… I don't even know how many more. That was bizarre. How did you---

He pauses.

Sara: I don't know.

Das ende.

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Of course I know where I went.

But to explain it to Jason… would mean the end of us.

I can't lose him. Not now. Not when I'm this close to fulfilling my destiny.

Not when Fate has me finally on the right course.

I just have to hold it together a little while longer.