Congratulations, MDK, you've advanced to round two. You've advanced onto your next opponent and I'm sure your confidence is a bit on high right now. Am I not right? Who wouldn't be confident after a win?

The answer should be you.

Right now, you should be wishing that this match could have happened later on during the Invitational, later on during the event. No, not because it'll be a great match, but simply for the fact that you're going to be eliminated at round two.

Am I cocky? Nah. Just aware of my skills.

And aware of your weaknesses.

I have learned from round one that arrogance is something that will be flaunted throughout this tournament. Ego's will be flaunted. Confidence, even cockiness, will be a sure factor. My first opponent in round one, Sean Hunter, had a bit of cockiness added to him. Which was perfect for me, just as it is perfect for you. And like you will experience this time around;

I am going to tap into your cockiness and I'm going to redirect you to your flaws.

That's right, Mr. PG himself will use your cockiness against you. 'Cause once I get you going, I get your confidence sky-rocketing through the roof, the fans chanting your name, I will take you out and you're mind-set will be completely different. Instead of confidence, you'll have negativity towards your skills, your cockiness will soon be replaced with hope.

And that's one state you never want to find yourself in.

That one state, will take place in our matchup.

Don't try and hypothesize my actions, because every time you figure out the answer, I change the question.

Don't underestimate.

Or you will find things will turn on you very quickly.

l| Patrick |l Sasha, wake up. We have to get ready to go to the gym.

I said while rubbing my right eye with one hand and giving her a slight nudge with the other. She turned over, now on her belly with her face dug into the pillow. Her voice echoed out dimly...

l| Sasha |l Come on Patrick... This is a good vacation, let's relax and sleep in.

I began to roll the sheets off of my lower body before turning to the perimeters of the bed and setting my feet along the carpet flooring of the hotel room. With a yawn, my arms outstretched before delivering one final huff, my back arched out.

l| Patrick |l If I'm going to make it far in this tournament, I need to be consistent with my schedule. Every second morning I work out, you know that.

l| Sasha |l Come on Pat, just this once...

She turned back, facing in my direction and delivering a nice, shiny white smile, her eyes in a squint from the sunlight which had poured through the patio window. I gave her an eary look, thinking of her offer.

l| Patrick |l How about this: After this tournament is all said and done, I'll take you out on a beautiful vacation to Cancun or Greece and we'll spend a romantic week there. Alright?

l| Sasha |l Alright...

She replied with a look of pout dripped across her lips. It was as if she didn't want to be here. Just to be back home, all alone to be spending time with each other. In all honesty I felt the same way, but my career depended on moments like this. This was a necessity.

She pushed herself away from the sheets, her night pajamas dropping down off her chest. I extended my hand out to hers in which she took politely. Pulling her closer, she slid to the edge of the bed where she stood standing on her knees. I looked down on her slightly, directly into her brown eyes before giving her a morning kiss. Our lips drew apart as I gave her a quick wink and held my arms around her back. With a yelp of surprise I lifted her off the bed and stood her to her feet. For a moment she stood there, leaning on me.

l| Sasha |l I love you...

l| Patrick |l I love you too...

Her head sunk to my shoulders, looking innocently out the window.

l| Sasha |l Do you really think you have a chance at winning this tournament?

l| Patrick |l I've been told so. Though you should always concentrate on the obstacle ahead, never the course.

l| Sasha |l Do you think you can beat M.D.K.?

l| Patrick |l Positive.

M.D.K., there's no need to have fear. I don't mean to intimmidate you. That serves no need to me. I just prepare you for the match. When I tell you that you stand no chance, I'm just giving you a little help. I wouldn't want you to be overwhelmed by a loss. I'd rather you have an open mind and learn how to utilize your mistakes. I can be your "up" in self-esteem, but more importantly;

I am your reality check.

Believe it or not, I'm not like any other wrestler you've faced in the past. I don't you to fail, I want you to gain from this experience. Why? I hate having no competition. No competition to me is like a walk in the park, you gain nothing it from it but mere exercise. M.D.K., I'm not here for exercise, I could go to the gym for that.

Last week, I was thankful to have a great opponent, maybe the best thus far in my career. I give Sean big props, he truly deserves it. But I don't need to worry about Sean Hunter. I am here to focus on you, my very next obstacle. If you can live up to Hunter's skill, I'd give you props too. But I'm not in this just to have you level up to Sean's skill. Surpass it, utilize your creation and knock me off my throne. Climb to that very plateau of this mountain and push me off.

Round one you seemed as if you can do it. You proved it to your opponent. But Eliminator is not Patrick Glenn, Patrick Glenn is superiority. So back yourself up and show just who the Hell MDK is, and step up. Force me to remember to remember your name.

'Cause there's absolutely not a doubt in my mind, that I'll be forcing you to remember mine.

Patrick Glenn.

And if you don't bring your "A" game, you will be labelled PG.

l| Patrick |l Seems pretty good to me.

l| Sasha |l I think we should move onto the next one...

My eyes stared down the gym. Different machines were arranged around the small gym. The whole place had sort of a darkened mood to it. A window scattered to each wall with the sun's light entering in, the dust visably floating aloft.

l| Patrick |l Nah. This one's just fine.

l| Sasha |l You sure?

I looked to my right, staring down at her facial complexion. She had a look of distress, as if she wasn't sure about this whole thing. I could see how she was feeling, but I wasn't the type to back away from someone's or something's flaw. It was a gym, a gym is a gym.

l| Patrick |l Sure it's a bit old and rusty, but we could work with it. I know it's not like home but I'm sure we'll be able to conform to it.

l| Sasha |l Can we go to another gym tomorrow?

l| Patrick |l You'll never get anywhere if you can't adapt to your surroundings.

l| Sasha |l I swear you're God or something... What next? Are you going to tell me the meaning of life?

I let out a quick chuckle, my eyes drooping to the point where I saw her hand in mine. I took one last look at the gym, licking my dried up lips, my eyes thinning tense.

l| Patrick |l Maybe later in life. It's odd how you bring that up, out of the blue and all.

l| Sasha |l Well it's just- You're so- Perfect.

l| Patrick |l How so?

l| Sasha |l Well I'm not calling you a perfectionist or anything, but it seems like you know the answer to everything.

l| Patrick |l I'm far from that. I wish I knew the answer to everything. Then I'd be able to tell whether or not I'll win this damn tournament, rid myself of all worries. If I knew all the answers I'd know if you had faith in me.

She moved in, releasing her hand from mine and holding it to the small of my back, her eyes once again connecting with mine. The look of innocence.

l| Sasha |l Come on, baby, you know I have all the faith in you. I've seen you wrestle before and you've got MDK wrapped up in the bag. You've got his shoulders pinned down as easy as you can pin mine.

The odd phrase crossed a smile on my lips, perhaps a twinkle in my eye. It was nice to hear from somebody who had confidence in you. She had said the exact things I had needed to hear. She was my inspiration.

l| Patrick |l For once I don't know the answer...

l| Sasha |l I didn't ask you a question.

l| Patrick |l Good point.

Another kiss was sealed as she pulled away. It was more routine than I had expected and she had pulled away much faster than initiated.

l| Sasha |l You're going to kick butt!

l| Patrick |l Huh?

l| Sasha |l M.D.K. You're going to kick his butt!

l| Patrick |l You think?

l| Sasha |l Positive.

I'm in the best shape of my life, I'm in the prime of my career. I don't know about you, but I can only hope that you're resembling this trait. Hopefully, you will be able to keep your fists up longer than any previous duration, hopefully a bit of luck is on your side.

You better hope that you can hold yourself up, keep both feet planted. Hope that once you tie up your boots, that you'll never have to untie them again with a loss dragging over you. Hope that you won't be making any big mistakes.

I say, "Good luck" to you, M.D.K., and may the best man win. But if there's one thing you need to know about our match...

It's that hope is useless.