Tristan Black
'I never noticed Karl in the game. That's so smart of him.' Arnold said inwardly with a smile on his face.
Karl, professionally known as Kieran Grant had surprisingly won the first battle royal with the help of his sensibility. His cleverness had just earned him a fortune, and he would be in the main event of Fallout with twenty-nine other men.
On his face were glints of disbelief and shock. Kieran couldn't believe his eyes, seeing that he was the last man standing. Suddenly, he turned to Arnold's direction and hit his chest with a brotherly smile.
Arnold who only got slightly confused, nodded positively upon exchanging glances with Karl.
He was happy for him, but that wouldn't stop the fact that he would get him eliminated from the Royal Rumble Match at Fallout if they met by any chance.
"You knew he was under the ring, right?" Tristan Black who had watched Karl and Arnold exchanging pleasantries, asked.