Don’t piss off the Elite Class.

That wasn’t in the rulebook, but it should have been. Landon, Michael, and Cole may have the faces of angels, but a soul turns black when it’s betrayed.

The Elites have sworn to take me down, but I can’t get much lower.

Or so I thought.

Breakbattle wants us to fight and the boys are happy to oblige.

No one will help me. No one can. I either show I'm strong enough to rise, or I suffer at the bottom where I belong.

They'll try to break me. They may even succeed. But I can't leave. I can't reveal myself.

I became Zeke for one reason... and I'm not done yet.