With New Year's Eve just a few hours away, the members of team shooter had decided to do some sparring. There was still a heavy rain outside in Grand Rapids. They were all wearing their respective T-shirts. Sarah was wearing her “Dark Shooter” shirt.

“I think the best strategy would be to keep it simple. Keep at the ground grappling, that way we could technically see who the best wrestler is. I'll more than likely keep it on the ground and try and tire the guy out. He's really tough.”

Said Sheppard

“If you have to pull off anything spectacular. You know how to come off the ropes.”

Said Sarah.

The Australian decided to remain quiet; it'd been five years since she technically wrestled.

He slid out of the ring and grabbed his camera.

Finding a quiet place in the gym under old boxing posters, he turned the camera on.

“New Year's Eve, will not be Fedor’s night. Even if he wins, those days are long gone. He should know this, the time has come for grand change and revolution. The time has come to redefine the sport entirely to bring it back to its roots. You're not going to see anybody wearing a costume, on Saturday night; you're not going to see cartoon characters. You're going to see the best athletes in the world compete. I will be facing a great athlete in Scott Addams; he gets way too cocky though. It will be a great contest to see. Because we will indeed see who the better wrestler is.

When anyone asks this question, they already know the answer. I can pull out submissions from anywhere. Once we go to the ground, Addams, will not know how to counter any intricate grappling holds. He will not know how to pass guard or get me off of him. I know he's going to come at me full force like water. But he's going to bounce off of me like a stone, splashing every which way. When applied with pressure of a solid object, water disperses. Scott Addams is exactly like water. When I apply in a pressure to one of his joints, or ankle, they will snap in two, causing great pain, and more than likely causing him to tap out. I know he's tough, but no one can deal with dislocated joints and torn ligaments. This is going to be a certainty. I will be like a boa constrictor, he will be like helpless prey trying to make his way out of a situation use never been in. And eventually he will tap out. Or he could lose consciousness. Either way that Water, that is Scott Addams, is going to be put into a container. And the lid will be closed. Leaving nothing but darkness.

Tickets are still available for tomorrow night's event. You can watch that narcissist; have his mirror taken away, tomorrow night live in Grand Rapids, at nine o'clock only at the Angel Arena.”

 He shut his camera off, and returned to submission training.