[ANDREWS] I'm Here (vs Dylan Black)

[Steele]

The following video was posted to AK Andrews' Twitter account.

The video is shot through the front-facing camera of AK Andrews' iPhone, his grinning face taking up most of the screen as he can be seen slowly making his way off of a plane. Behind him, commuters and tourists slowly gather their bags and belongings, and file into the aisleway to begin the march to the airport.

ANDREWS: So... here we go again, eh? A new fed for A.K. Andrews to fuck up! See, FIW was great an' all but really... they didn't have what I wanted. Sure, I became the number one contender to the title but I never got a chance to cash-in on The Dream as those motherfuckers screwed me out of my opportunity!

We hear something behind AK, but can't quite make it out. AK turns to look over his shoulder.

ANDREWS: Fuck off love, I'll swear as much as I like! This is a free country, innit?

He turns back to the cameraphone.

ANDREWS: Seriously, what's with you people and swearing? You take it all so fuckin' personally. Back in Bristol, people get insulted if you don't call 'em a cunt or something. But not 'ere. God no. Thankfully, I found myself a place that's a bit more to my liking. Somewhere violent. Hard-fucking-core. Somewhere bloodthirsty. Duke Kosloff's apparently a smart man - he knows what the people want and what they want is A.K. Andrews. 

So Dukey-baby, he calls me up, because he knows ol' AK's ging to waste after leaving FIW. He tells me he's got something that's right up my street. He's starting up a new fed and he wants me to get in on this tournament dealy he's holding to find his first champion.

AK laughs to himself before continuing. He's finally off of the plane and in the tunnel.

ANDREWS: I said to him, 'Duke, if there's one person who knows how to rip it up in a hardcore fed it's A.K. Fuckin' Andrews!' And he told me; 'Great! You start on November Third! You are to face Dylan Black in first round!'

And I said to him, I said; 'Dylan fuckin' who?'

The video brightness suddenly increases, AK has left the tunnel and is now inside the arrivals area of the airport.

ANDREWS: Now I ain't stupid - I know Dylan Black's gonna turn round and he's gonna say he ain't heard of me either. That's OK. I'm not in this game for brand recognition. I don't give a fuck who knows my name and who fuckin' cheers for me or boos me. 

Do.Not.Give.A.Fuck.Mate. 

Well, Dylan me old china - since you asked so nicely, because I'm sure you will - allow me to enlighten you. My name is A.K. Andrews, and I am the craziest motherfucker to ever lace up a pair of boots. It's true. And the two of us, we're on a collision course set for next week and oooohh, baby... it ain't gonna be pretty.

D'you know I once bit one of my opponent's fingers off?

Not "all-the-way-off" off, like, but it was close. They managed to reattach it, so good for him I say.

AK chuckles quietly to himself, a disconcerting, maniacal chuckle.

ANDREWS: Ha-haaaaa... ohhh, where was I?

Oh yeah... Dylan. Or Declan, I forget. I don't know you, and you likely don't know me, but on November Third, we're going to become very familiar with one another I think.

I'm so excited!!

Are you, Dylan? Are you excited? I hope so. Because on November Third, it's me and you buddy! You're going to find out just who the fuck A.K. Andrews is - you're going to find out exactly what I'm all about and youj're going to find out just how much I love to fucking HURT people!

AK was practically screaming that last line, and many people in the background can be seen turning to stare at him.

ANDREWS: But most of all, you - and every other motherfucker in F.W.A - are set to find out...

I'm here.

AK tilts the camera and proudly poses for a selfie in front of the huge lettering in the arrivals lounge at the airport;

WELCOME TO CINCINNATTI