Nexus looked from the changed Gideon to the near crippled IC Champ, Gabriel and actually began laughing in the ring as Artix stood next to him with his own smirk painted on his face.
"That's all? This is all you have to offer against us? Pitiful."
The crowd was split between Gabriel and Gideon and the two in the ring, but hushed as Nexus brought the mic to his mouth again.
"Gideon, long time. You been working out? Heh, me too."
Nexus peeled off his trenchcoat and dropped it to the mat beside him. The black mesh wifebeater beneath did not block the sight of Nexus' own considerable muscle.
"And Gabriel Sands if I recognize that belt. You come out here on crutches? I respect your devotion to your cause, but it will also serve as your weakness, both of you just, like it did with James Carson."
Nexus flexed and popped his neck in both directions before waving for them to get into the ring. Meanwhile, Artix stood next to him, cracking his knuckles and wrists. The grin remained on his face.
