King of the Vine, a title Aztek had heard often yet never once seen attributed to anyone. For a third time he was a contestant in this, as of yet unfinished, tournament.
In a desolate wasteland, known for its arid climate, the sun bakes the rocks and clay beneath it and Aztek stands upon this hardened earth.
Aztek awaits the arrival of his opponent in the first round, a man called Midnight Lantern, a man Aztek has fought before.
"Hello Eddie Rix...we meet again." Aztek smiled, "Though this time you'll find a very different opponent." Aztek laughed as he swiftly fashioned a tornado that he sent after the insignificant child.