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Well folks, ol' Earl here to give you the latest news, about our hometown hero, bRiaN sTorM. It seems bRiaN is doing some catching up with his pal, Griffin MacAlister. The two were hanging out on bRiaN's farm, relaxing in the living room, sharing a couple of brews and passing a blunt back and forth. 

 "I hear you got yourself lined up with a match, with the promise of a title shot."

"Yep, yep I do."

Griffin nods. "That's cool man." Then takes a hit from the blunt. "So who are ya up against?"Exhaling a large cloud of smoke, along with a short burst of coughing.

"Oliver Last." bRiaN hits the blunt."Isabella Ravenwolf." Coughs, sending trails and puffs of smoke into the air. "Super Scatbear and Drezdin." 

"Oh shit. Oliver's in the fight. He's wrestling. Dude. I haven't seen that cat, in a minute. Do me a favor, yeah? Act like you're gonna hit 'em extra hard. Just a real fuckin' wallop to the jaw, then when he flinches, start laughing. Real hearty, loud laughter. Then knock Drezdin the fuck out and stomp on him a few times. I can't stand that fuckin' guy. Talked like he was cracked in the head or some shit. Super annoying. He'd always manage to corner me in the halls of a different federation, when I was really stoned too. He'd try to talk to me and I couldn't make heads or tails of what he was going on about... or if he was even speaking English. Then he'd follow me. It was the worst. Ever."

Sighs and shakes head.

"You think you got a shot at this thing?"

"I will most assuredly try. To try. Haha! At the very least, I'll be there to help my little buddy, Oliver out. There's an evil witch and a creepy guy that is in love with shit in the match. He's obsessed with it. This isn't a safe place for Oliver to not have someone watch his back."