There's a growing movement that Jake got into lately, which can be traced back to French soldiers training in Viet Nam. It's an apparent art form of getting from point A to point B, in an efficient and/or stylish way. There are even different philosophies behind it that have divided the founders. Some call it Free Running, some call it Parkour. Jake just calls it Spiderman Fun Time.

We open in a rock quarry, the sun beating down. Jake is in front of the camera, brimming with smiles. It's like the smile on his face is being pushed forward by other ones.

'All I've got for Felix is a 'gato got your tongue?' joke and that my hometown is still awesome.'

He shrugs, with a smile of course. Then the feed cuts to Jake not standing in front of the camera. He's in the background. He charges in a straight line and clears a huge rock with one jump, then hops over a bigger one by posting an arm on it first. You can't see it, but he nods to himself for correctly landing toes-first instead of flat footed. The feed cuts again to him promo'ing.

'So I'll talk about the tag match. Harby seeing the possibilities changes my whole mind set, really. I thought I'd had to convince everyone including him on how it could work, but he's on the ball. Here's the rundown for the rest of you. We've tagged three times already which is a big number in Merc, I wrestled him for the Mercury Title in a pretty long match, and we work at two completely different speeds. It's a mix of enough familiarity to mesh, enough obvious athleticism and dedication to last in big matches, and enough versatility to make Entropy's night a little chaotic... err, differently chaotic.'

Cut to Jake in the distance. He stays on his straight path, when he comes to a small rock ledge leading to a small plateau. He jumps and clings onto the edge with his hands, before swinging the rest of his body straight up into a handstand. He holds that for a few seconds to show off before rolling forward. Back to the talky.

'I've seen some of the old matches from Mercury's tape library. I think wrestling Picasso once gave me a small hint of your tricks. I dunno, I don't see you guys as a huge obstacle. Just a weird-looking one. You guys act crazy and unorthodox. That's cool. But I look at everyone on the roster and there's always a weird kink in their personality, somewhere. I don't exactly operate on the same wavelength of, you know, general humanity, either. Everyone just cheers me for my quirks. Maybe because they're not as post-apocalyptic.'

Jake comes up to a weird-looking obstacle, as it were. It's a base of a cliff that is kind of sectioned off with jagged ridges all along it's side. Jake knows what he has to do, but he's never tried it before. It's called 'Tic-Tacs'. It's like a continuation of what he did at the ledge. You have to grab onto an edge and jump from side to side with enough momentum to gain height on each jump. He tries to scale it, but after 4 jumps he slides back down. Cut back to the promo.

'I won't compare you guys to the whack jobs I saw on the indies, but a Dirge and a Brimstone are kinda like hybrids of them. There's so many huge challenges I faced already to be crapping my pants here. I can see past the insaneness because I know what to really look for. I know your teamwork and chemistry are strong. I know to fear for my groin, but I'd tell you to fear for a riot of women in the crowd if they see you hurting my boys! And Harbinger said it kinda grimly, and I'm still against it personally, but look at your 'brother' Pic.'

Cut to Jake half-way up the cliff on his second try. Just four more jumps. Just three more jumps. Just two more jumps. Just one more- his right hand slips! His left hand hangs on by the fingerprints. The hand begins to fall when he gets the right hand up again. Jake tries to pull himself up, and he kicks his legs frantically until his stomach is resting on the rocks. One more splice to the interview.

'It's the World Champion of the best promotion on the planet and the youngest guy on the roster looking for gold against... whatever you two think you are. Crusaders? Revolutionaries? Mouseketeers? It's our match to win. All we have to do is win it.'

Last cut. Jake stands tall over the cliff, looking over the plateau he cleared before. It looks so tiny. He could call it the El Gato Plateau. Right now, what he's standing on he'd call Mount Kick-In-The-Crotch. He turns around and his jaw drops. It's a mountain of rock four times the size the one he's on. I wonder what that could be compared to... Fade.