Prepare for battle

(J.T. Walker sits behind his desk in his office, the gorgeous view of the Las Vegas strip in the background.)

It has truly been a whirlwind couple of weeks. A wonderful trip to Tokyo filled with great food, wonderful company and a profitable business deal or two. Of course, how can I forget that lovely sanitation contract that I finalized at the pay per view. Then a quick jaunt to Melbourne for some down time but now it’s back home and back to reality.

(Walker picks up some papers from his desk)

So I see next up for the Alpha is a Four Way match in San Diego, California next week. I’ve always been fond of San Diego, the birthplace of California. There’s a particular place in San Diego that I think a couple of my opponents would find really interesting. It’s the Geisel Library, named for Theodor Seuss Geisel, or Dr. Seuss as most kids know him. I hear it really moves the needle and touches the soul.

There is a great history to San Diego just like there is to my great city of Las Vegas. From the earliest people the La Jolla and then a little later the great Kumeyaay people through to the first Spanish explorers. That’s the thing about history. You need to learn from history don’t you. Look at what is going on in the world right now. We are reliving mistakes made in the past. I made a mistake in my first match. I corrected that in Tokyo. I know that there are eyes looking at me. I’d be a fool not to think that. That’s one of the reasons Ms. Bloom is around. She helps scout future opponents. She looks at their weaknesses. She finds them. I exploit them. She saw Mr. Trash’s obsession with her Ipad and it was his demise.

(Ms. Bloom calls into the office)

Bloom: Your next appointment is here, Mr. Walker.

Two minutes, Ms. Bloom.

This Monday, our Enterprise won’t need a second chance at victory or revenge. We have updated our directives and plans. We have had two weeks for research and training. I understand the challenge of the size of the Soul Reaver. I realize the unabashed rage of Mr. Richter and the unusual attack of Mr. Mitchell. All of you are worthy combatants, but this is now the time of the Alpha. Substance over size. Skill over steroids. Finesse over flash. It’s not arrogance, it’s just scientific fact. 

Four men go to war on Monday. When people go to war there are always casualties and ghosts are left on the battlefield.

(Walker stares intently into the camera)

I was battle born and ready to dance. Are you?