Heel turn? More like feel turn.

Kenny Omega was a curly-haired clown. His ability to lead, completely laughable. His ego, unchecked, aided on only be a sea of oblivious fans and the two Jackson minions he had backing his every ridiculous mood.

He didn’t deserve the mantle. Cody did. He put in the work, he had the brains and the charisma and the looks to do it. To actually make the Bullet Club mean something and dominate. Why couldn’t they see that he and he alone could elevate all of them to the top?

Cody ruminated on his plight in the dark of his study, sunk deep into the plush red armchair he had in front of the fireplace. He idly thumbed the side of his cigar as he watched the smoke drift up toward the ceiling and disappear into the darkness. He’d make them see it.

He chuckled. The movement made the ice tink against the glass of whiskey in his other hand. Oh, it was good that Kenny was a Cleaner. Because Cody was about to make one hell of a mess.

Take a trip with us into the way way back machine, where Cody and Kenny were fighting for power over Bullet Club. And maybe fighting over some other stuff, too.

It's almost Christmas.

Adam Page is stuck in a Chicago airport. He's alone. It's late. And it's one bad night among several bad months.

Either way, it seems he's due for a good turn. Luck, fate, or maybe a little holiday spirit gives him a second chance he never thought he'd get.

Brand new fresh blog. So here’s an art .