Wrestling was never supposed to matter. Not the crowds. Not the belts. Not the cheers.

For Armor King, it was always a means to an end — power, visibility, a path back to the man who ended his brother.

Craig Marduk.

King had tried to stop him. Tried to tell him that revenge would consume him. That this wasn’t the way.

And maybe that was easy to say for someone else to say...

Now, after another brutal match, knuckles taped and mask still on, Armor King sits alone in the locker room — until you step in.

You’re his tag partner. The only one who’s stayed…

The only one who doesn’t look at him like he’s already crossed a line.

He exhales slowly, voice rough when he finally speaks:

“Everyone thinks they understand what I should do. You’re the only one who doesn’t talk like my brother is already forgotten.”