"So this is London, eh?" The plan ride had been less than favorable, but both survived it. Being with the Bytches Ultimate Domain, meant a lot of traveling, and if Misery didn't get used to it now, then he never would. It had taken a couple of hours, but it was all worth it by the time they arrived. Misery had never been to London, despite growing up in Europe. It was more than what he had pictured, and he resembled a little kid in the candy store as he gazed around. On the otherhand, Lady Andromeda had led a priveledged life, allowing her to visit various foreign countries whenever she felt the need too. London was nothing special, but she still felt great to be there. When she managed Tragedy, they stayed inside the country. Knowing that the two of them had made it all the way across the pond, to compete in a Pay-Per-View, that would be seen throughout the world, was a great feeling. Not just for Lady Andromeda, but for Misery too. He never wore his feelings out on his sleeve, but this time, they shown through bright as day.

"Looks like it, we finally made it. I haven't had a plane ride that long in years." She set her carry on down upon the ground and gazed around, as Misery did. The sight of it brought back to many memories. Reaching down, she pulled a nice looking coat out from her bag and slipped it on real quick. London was bound to be cold. From there, she turned the corner towards luggage department, as Misery followed.

Misery wanted to explore, do something before Vendetta, "Do we have any time before the show? I know we're cutting it a bit close."

"Hold on..." She looked at her watch and frowned, "Unfortunantly no. I wouldn't want you to miss, or even be late to your first Pay-Per-View match since February. Remember what we're trying to do here. This is just something along the road. When you beat Frost, then we can play."

He nodded without looking at her, but knew she saw him. "Fair enough, I wouldn't want to keep ol' Frosty waiting anyway. I almost feel sorry for him though, thinking that he actually has a chance in this whole thing. If only he knew what I did to the others, then he'd see that I shouldn't be taken as lightly. No matter. I guess he'll be finding out soon enough, right? Then he'll see."

"Oh, there's no doubt. But until that time, don't mess around. Don't get lost either, I'm going to go to the luggage department to get my checked bag." It was then that Misery saw a huge water fountain in the middle of the airport. The Brits have great architexture, right? They're the more classy of the bunch? It showed. Lady Andromeda left him there and knew she'd be able to find him, because she knew exactly where he was headed.

Walking towards the great water fountain, the camera man followed. Great time for a promo, right? "Oh Frosty, it's amazing how you still haven't learned your lesson. All you do is keep running your mouth but what you don't realize, is that all it does is make you look even more idiotic. Here's the deal, I only made a reference to Tragedy, because you did so first. It was you who brought up the fact that Tragedy helped you back into the company, otherwise, I wouldn't have even mentioned it. I believe you were talking about your former pupil, something something, and then here you are back in the company. Words right from your mouth Jake, right from your mouth. So don't give me any bullshit about how I supposily pulled this out of thin air. You pretty much admitted it on national television. You dug your own grave Frost, and now you're proving to the world that you just aren't man enough to lie in it. BUD was never, and will never be your stomping ground. It easily belongs to people like Dante Cross, Novacaine, Seifer, Valek, but your name will never be among them. I'm not even so arrogant as to claim it for myself. That's the difference between yourself and me, Frost. The fact that I know reality when I see it, and you just don't, quite frankly. You walk around BUD, claiming everything to be yours, but what have you proven? Absolutly nothing. You're like another Leaky Format walking around. I know my limits, I know what I can take, who I can beat, and I'll give someone the respect they deserve if they can legally defeat me. You, on the otherhand, are a different story entirely. Just because you say BUD is your stomping ground, doesn't make it true."

He reached a hand out, and felt the cool water against his hand. It easily slipped through his hands. For some reason, maybe he thought the water in London would be different. I suppose wherever you went, it would still be water. That was a stupid idea. All the same, he kept his hand there, gliding his fingers along the stream."Good job, Frost, you're a pro. Then again, look around. We're all professionals here Frost, so what exactly are you trying to pull? You going to try to pull the veteran card on me now? We both know that's not going to work. As far as I can see, we're in the same boat here, wether you like it or not. I said you remind me of Leaky, and I'll continue to say it, just as long as you continue to act like it. You're still living in some state of delusion in which you actually mean something. Here it goes again, Frost, you mean nothing. You couldn't measure up to the likes of the big names if you tried. You've been here for years, and yet you've proved absolutly nothing. Atleast Leaky actually has a Heavyweight title reign, however short it may be, to show for his arrogance. What do you have? Not a Heavyweight title reign, I'll tell you that much. All you have it your word, and everyone knows that means close to nothing. Maybe nobody realizes your so called talent, because outside of your mind, it doesn't really exist. I'm not one to brag about my own achievements Frost, I was simply attempting to drive through your head the fact that if you really did study up on me, and all you saw was a Jay Styles caliber of wrestling, then you didn't look hard enough. I really don't care about who you've so called beaten, and how many so called awards you won. More than half of those wins were either unfair wins, or you only won by disqualification. I know for a fact you've never pinned Zarek Lyle or Scott Addams. I'm almost postive you can add Jade to that list, as well. I can't account to the others, though you were probably given pushs that you don't deserve. What does starring in movies, having a damned DVD library, have to do with actual talent? Tell me that, Frost. So you've kissed a few asses here and there, been so arrogant as to have someone tape you, but does that say anything about what you can do inside that ring? I'll let you in on a secret here Jake, I'm not going to be holding a camera in that ring tonight, and I sure as hell am not going to be making any merchandise for you. So what's all this nonsense talk? Just bullshit to fill a promo? Nice. It's the same thing over and over again Frost, and frankly I'm tired of it. You've done this, you've done that, blah blah blah, but none of it matters. Let's run down the line and put this crap to rest, shall we? Goldust-esque promos? I do one 'theatre' promo and suddenly all my promos are Goldust-esque? Okay, but atleast I don't bitch and moan about how I'm so called underhyped. I have, nor will I ever be some sort of theatre freak, I'm a first class wrestler, which is more than I can say for you. You're not the only one that's suffered at the hands of wrestling Frost, so stop acting like it. You're not the only one that goes out there and puts everything on the line, you need to get that through your head. Just because you repeat it every damn time you get on the mic,doesn't mean others haven't done the same, myself included. So I suggest you shut the fuck up already."

Soon after, he began making short little circles into the neverending flow of water. It looked something like a turntable, and record going round and round. The reflections from the water were to die for. "It's like I'm hearing a broken record, because I've heard this 'new era' shit before. Wasn't it a new era when you came back into BUD with Tragedy? Wasn't it a new era when the Gods of BUD were around? Now there's supposily another new era? Let me ask you a question Frost, when are these eras ever going to be worth mentioning? Your run with Tragedy, crap. The Gods of BUD, crap. You couldn't do it with someone at your side, and you really think you're going to be able to make something of yourself, alone? If you really think that, then you're even dumber than I took you for to begin with. You had your chance with the Franchise championship, and you through it away, Jake. You had a chance to make something of yourself, a real chance, not this shit you talk everytime you return. You threw it away, and someone better came along to snatch it up. You think you can get passed me? Let's say, just for a second, that you somehow managed to get past me, you don't stand a chance in hell against Kevin Sane or Drew Stevenson. It doesn't matter who holds the title next, you won't get your hands on it. That's just by some slight chance that you even make it out of this match. You talk a lot of game, kid, but whenever the pressure is on, I've always watched you crumble. Let's make this interesting, shall we? How about we throw some things together. Oh, I don't know, maybe some ladders, tables, tacks, a chair, and how about a piece of wood covered in barbed wire? I mean, didn't you say you had no problems with these items, you were going to use them anyway in order to win, right? That's what you said. I'll do you one better, I'll make them legal. Then we can have ourselves some real fun, and we'll see if you can back up what you say."

Gazing at the bottom of the fountain, he could see all different kind of coins. American coins were definitely not the only type of coin, and that's what made it so wonderous. Coins from different counties, all over the world. Misery didn't even know if London had a coin. All he had seen was a pound. But sure enough, here was this fountain, hundred of coins tossed into it from whoever went through this airport before him. It was history. He wondered if someone famous had tossed one of these coins. This is what Misery thinks about when he's left alone.

"You make yourself out to be some ironman, some superman, some God, but when it all comes down to it, we both know that it's not the case. Deep down, you know you're lower than dirt. You're trying to say that you're invincible now? I think not. You and your little group of buddies were put down several times by the New Generation, and you even lost your one-on-one against Zarek. That's just the most recent episode in the archives, but I'm sure there's a hell of a lot more. Do I really need to go back further into the archives to prove that you are not unbeatable? Infact, you're far from it, but unfortunantly, you still haven't realized it. Oh, you'll take everything I have to throw at you all right, but you won't be getting up from it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin of his own. He would be coming back here oneday, he hoped. Maybe then he could attempt to find out which coin was his. He took out a sharpie and wrote an M on it, unsure if it would stay overtime, but he did it anyway.

"Never Back Down. It's a good moto to live by, I'll give you that much, but it also leaves one big gapping whole in the middle. Just because you don't back down, doesn't me you succeed. Jeff Hardy has never backed down, but yet he still has never made it to that final notch on the top of the company. He's come damn close, but he's never been able to do it, and it'll be years, if he ever does it. I see a lot of qualities in him, that I see in you. Lower mid-card, but way overhyped, going up against people that can easily break him in two. If you want any easy win Frost, then why not go back down to your own division. Better yet, why not just beg the owners to re-open your beloved ECW, maybe then you'll be able to win a match. I'm glad you won't back down from this Frost, because honestly, I'm looking forward to it now. Once everything starts going, you find yourself thrust into a battle, and if you would have gone half-assed, I would have been disappointed. Don't back down Jake, don't, because then I'll miss out on the pleasure of knocking you down." He skipped it along the top of the water, and watched it glide away from him.

It wasn't long before he was watching it sink, instead. The people that run this airport better not clean out these fountains. "The company has never bailed out on you Jake, you've always taken the time you need to do whatever you want, and that's understandable. You can't handle the cut and dry world of the industry for more than a few months at a time, and everyone can see that. No need to make excuses. You're not the only person who's lost someone Jake, and you sure as hell won't be the last. Don't feed me your sob stories, because frankly, I don't want to hear them. Weren't you back for good the other times, as well? I'll believe you when you've stayed for a few months. Maybe this time you can get an even bigger push, only to up and leave when your opponents start getting a bit harder to handle. Rebecca Rancid can shove your foot in your mouth anyday, and if you don't believe it, then I feel sorry for you, your version of reality so distorted, that not even I can help you. I would much rather be going up against someone such as Rebecca, than a low life such as yourself, but we don't always get what we want, or deserve. Maybe I will go after Leaky, but it would only be just to keep the BUDvision away from the likes of you. Leaky is probably a better champion than you anyway, but I wouldn't want to take any chances at tarnishing the belt more than it already is, but giving you the chance to get your hands on it. It all comes back to the fact that you're living in some alternate universe. I won't be on my back anytime soon Jake, that's your job. I know for a fact that I'm not underestimating you, because like I said before, I call them as I see them. If you deserve some sort of respect, if you possess any sort of talent, then I'd have no problem giving you your respects. The fact of the matter is, you don't. The one thing you'll realize, is that my final curtain call isn't for decades, and I'll go further than you could ever go. Know that."

Misery loved being in London. Anybody with eyes could tell that. Hell, he was even amazed by a water fountain, and hadn't even seen the whole city yet. However, deep down Misery knew that he was in London, not for pleasure, but for buisness. He was in London for one purpose, Vendetta, and by now, he had one. Through all the traded words, he had grown a slight hatred for the man named Jake Frost, and he wanted nothing more than to see him face down. He would get the chance in a matter of hours. The city would have to wait, because it was time to show the world, again, exactly what he was made of, and most of all, show Frost he has no idea who he's messing with.

"Oh, and Frost, you can keep that luck. I already have more skill than you could ever have, anything else would just be unfair."

"Say cheese." Was screamed at him from a few feet away. Misery jumped from the sound, and turned around to get a flash of light in his eyes, followed by a sound of a pollaroid. Lady Andromeda had gotten her other bag from the luggage department, and retrieved an old loooking pollariod camera. She was very impatient, and didn't like to wait for the film to develop. On top of that, she didn't want to have to do it herself. Those, polaroid, perfect. She took the sharpie Misery had pulled out before, and wrote something onto the picture.

She turned it over, and let Misery view it, but the cameraman wasn't able too. The mix of glee and malice on Misery's face was great. With that, she tossed it into the fountain. "Let's go, we've got some Frost to melt." He nodded and followed after her. However, the cameraman stayed behind, eager to see what the picture said. The camera zoomed in on it, as it read 'The future of BUD'.

How fitting.

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