The Bleeder Champ will get a break from the hardcore stipulations this session but it will be no easy task in the submission version of an Iron Man match against a guy who's nickname is 'The Technician', who is the wildcard entrant who advanced in controversial fashion.

Escorted by two officers and in hand cuffs, DeSean walked into the police station, looking and feeling like a common criminal. Without saying a word, the two officers sat him down in a chair and slid him a telephone.

Officer: You get just one phone call senor, make it quick, bail is set at 50 thousand dollars.

DeSean: 50 grand?

Officer: Assault with a deadly weapon

DeSean peered at the officer and didn't say a word, he picked up the phone and began dialing. He heard the phone on the other end ringing but no one answered on the other end.

DeSean began praying quietly to himself hoping for an answer but it was to no avail, the voicemail came on.

Hey this Highone, leave me an answer after the beep

DeSean: Dammit, Highone it's me DeSean, I'm in jail ok!? Bail is set at 50 grand, I need your asses down here pronto.

One of the officers hung up the phone for DeSean, DeSean gave him a look as if to say he wasn't done.

DeSean: Look, I can come up with the money, just let me make another phone call

Office: No that was your one phone call, put him in holding.

DeSean: No wait!

The officers grabbed DeSean, they literally dragged him into the nearest holding cell and closed the cold hard steel bars in his face. He peered through the bars, looking for Freya but he didn't see her. He turned around and looked at the that he was standing in, if this was Puerto Rico's holding cell then he hated what the prison system looked like. The place was a shit hole and that was putting it mildly. There was a toilet that hadn't been cleaned or flushed in a good year. The bunk beds were hard as a rock with as little cushion as possible for the mattress, it was flimsy and DeSean could have easily thrown it off. The walls were dirty and the floor was cold, the stench of the cell was the worse.

It smelt so bad that he thought about throwing up in the toilet but he took a long look at the huge piece of shit that was sitting in the bottom of bowl and decided to throw up inside his mouth instead. DeSean sat back on the thin mattress and looked up at the blank ceiling above him, they say being in jail gives you time to reflect and boy were they right. DeSean thought about why he truly attacked Freya, those on the outside would say it was because of the stressful relationship with Tiffany, the close losses getting to him, the jealousy, or the fact that he was softening her up for Revolucion.

To be honest it was a combination of all those things, his relationship with Tiffany wasn't great but it wasn't as bad as people were making it out to be. He was jealous over the success that Freya had achieved but that wouldn't be a single factor that would force him to do that and to be honest Freya asked for it. DeSean is known to attack his opponents and take shortcuts just because she treated him to a beer doesn't mean he likes her or she wouldn't receive the same treatment.

He looked through the cell bars for Freya, there was no sign of her. Instead he saw a man talking to the police, the man looked worried but he glanced at DeSean who quickly turned his head away. The officers shook hands with the man and he left, DeSean watched as the guy mouthed the word Homero to the officers, DeSean read the lips perfectly. Obviously it was the guy's name, DeSean turned around and kicked the bed as hard he could. He was trapped, he knew it. The only thing that could save him now was bail, so the question is now was it worth it? Was hitting Freya in the head worth an Assault with a deadly weapon charge? Was it worth being in a shithole for hours or days, was it worth missing the show? Before he could answer the question himself, he heard the cell doors open.

Officer #1: It looked like you made bail chico

DeSean: Damn and I was starting to like this place, so I'm done, that's it.

Officer #2: You're done

DeSean: Yea, bail my ass

Officer #2: You should get your cut looked at before you leave

DeSean felt his forehead with his hand, he felt the blood again and he shook his head, he walked out the cell and outside the station, he went to a payphone and dialed Highone's cell number again this time there was an answer.

Highone: Hello?

DeSean: Hey thanks

Highone: No problem, sorry for the delay but S-Mart's lawyers were trying to figure out the legal system in Puerto Rico but then we realized it was Puerto Rico and we just did a couple of key bribes here and there. So how you're holding up?

DeSean: I'm fine, have you heard from Tiffany?

Highone: Yea, we spoke to her she was worried but I'll call her and tell her you're fine.

DeSean: Ok thanks

Highone: All right

DeSean hung up the phone before he headed back to the hotel, there was one last piece of business he had to take care of.

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Homero decided to walk home that night, he didn't know how he was going to explain to his wife Margeo and son Barto that he was in a police station answering questions because he decided to help some woman that he never met before. It had been a long day for him, something told him not to go to the bar that day but he went anyway. Then again if he hadn't went he wouldn't have been able to id DeSean and help Freya out even if she didn't really need his help. He continued walking down the dark streets, Homero wasn't a small man in stature, he was a rather large big and burly type of guy. So he didn't worry about anyone mugging him, he looked like the fatherly type of guy, the type of guy who spends his hard-earned money on bills. He walked past a couple of tress until a hand grabbed him and forced him into the dark.

DeSean: I bet when your fat ass woke up this morning you didn't expect to get beat up in the middle of the night by some black guy.

Homero: Please I'll give you anything you want, just don't kill me.

DeSean: Oh please you have nothing I want, you know Homero not everyone is as noble as you are. All it takes is a little money and a lack of morals and self-respect, this will teach you to snitch on people.

DeSean pushed Homero into the tree harder and reared back his fist, he could see the fear in Homero's eyes, it was a look of helplessness, DeSean figured that Homero was going through every major event he's been apart of in his head. Thinking of things he regretted doing and not doing while his life flashed before his eyes. Shaking DeSean struggled with the punch. Any other time, Homero would have had injuries that would require medical attention but DeSean couldn't bring himself to punch him. DeSean let his fist down and instead shoved Homero onto the ground.

DeSean: Get the fuck out of here

Homero didn't have to be told twice, he quickly got up and tripped over his own feet as he hurried away before DeSean changed his mind. Nonchalantly DeSean waved Homero off and went on his way back to the hotel.

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Freya walked up to her hotel door, it had been a long day for her as well, and she went from almost connecting with her opponent to getting hit in the head with a bottle. She wasted most of her day answering questions about DeSean, most questions she didn't know the answer to. His attitude lately had been the talk of the locker room, rumors run rampant and she knew it wasn't long before one story would spin out of control, it's why she tried to stay away from the rumors. There were rumors involving her and two other wrestlers, namely Dante and Darkness, was she with the NHC or not? People wanted to know and they never gotten straight answers. As Freya pulled the keys out of her pocket, she smacked herself on the head wondering what she was thinking even letting her guard down for a minute. DeSean did the smart thing and took advantage of it, he went to jail for it but he had taken an advantage. Freya fumbled with the keys and they fell out of her hand, she turned around and bent over to pick them up but a shoe stepped on them. She slowly looked up, to see who it was.

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Freya: DeSean what are you doing here?

DeSean took his foot off the keys and allowed Freya to grab them.

DeSean: What am I doing here? It's simple to let you know you're not getting out of our match that easily.

Freya: What makes you think I want to?

DeSean: Turning me and watching me rot in jail

Freya: First of all, not that I really give a shit about what you think but I didn't turn you in. I didn't want to report it but there were witnesses there but you're ok now. I see you made bail.

DeSean: Yes I do and I ran into your friend Homero tonight

Freya went quiet, she didn't know Homero well but he had helped her when she was down. She didn't want innocent people to get hurt because of some petty feud.

DeSean: Don't worry I didn't touch him, I decided against it.

Freya: May I ask why?

DeSean: Because, why not? Homero isn't worth it.

Freya: Let me guess. he's not up to your standards but am I?

DeSean: Of course you're the Bleeder champ but I'm not here to fight. There's nothing you can really do to me that hasn't already been done before. I can't feel any worse than what I already do.

Freya: DeSean why are you so...different? Why? I'm just curious now because I honestly want to know, why?

DeSean: Why am I so different? Or why did I hit you?

Freya: A little bit of both

DeSean: Different uh? Than what I've normally been? Let's see, I'm an athlete that's what I am. I can never change that, unlike some of you guys my childhood was fairly normal, I didn't grow up on the wrong end of the street. So being an athlete is all I really have right now. So unlike you Freya I'm not motivated by trying to prove how tough I am, I'm not a woman in a male dominated promotion.

Freya: What makes you think I'm that?

DeSean: Because you get offended everytime someone complements you. You think every guy who's nice to you wants to get in your pants

Freya: You obviously don't know me well

DeSean: And you don't know me well either obviously or you wouldn't have treated me to a beer. You know Freya like I said before I'm an athlete, competition and the desire to win is what fuels me. It's the only thing that ties every single athlete in the world no matter what sport it is, winning and success is everything. It's our livelihood, if we don't produce, if we don't win. We're screwed money wise and even worse reputation, my reputation has been damaged to many times Freya, I'm not winning and it frustrates me. I look in the mirror and try to justify my losses but I can't. My relationship with Tiffany isn't great but I could always go out their win my match and for a short time to be happy with myself but that's not happening either. So now what do I do? Tell me

Freya: You take it like a man and you swallow your pride and you go out there and you try to win, not take the cheap route.

DeSean: That's bullshit, especially for our sport where backstabbers are everywhere, Freya you told me that once we were finished talking I had a choice to make, I could attack you still or I could in all honesty leave you alone until the show. I took the first choice, I made my decision and I almost paid for it, I learned that every decision has a consequence.

Freya: Good I'm glad you learned something

Freya opened her door and shut it in DeSean's face, she had a concussion and she didn't feel like talking to him anymore. She looked through her peephole and watched as he walked away, he did make a good point every choice does have a consequence, she just wonders if her consequences will turn out to be good instead of bad.