"Alright you little sand monkey. It's time you said your prayers!" Andrew Jackson proclaimed as he stuck out the tip of his Freedom Brand, only to see that the environment around him changed. "Well shit" he mumbled, taking in his new surroundings. It was a beach- no, a whole desert island with nothing else on it, except for another opponent to take down. Andrew Jackson took in a breath. It was thin- unlike the place he just was, the air was not saturated with freedom. Wherever Jackson was, he was no longer in America. And yet, he felt better. A feeling of confusion ran through him as he felt more invigorated than before despite having a spear lodged into his body and poison spat at him. That was when the president realized that the damage done in the previous battle was reversed, and at his feet was his M16 completely intact and reloaded, strap, muzzle, stock, and all.

But then, the air which was certainly not free allowed the president to smell something different. A not so pleasant smell wafted by. "You still here you little mosquito?" Andrew called out. No response. Abe was gone. "Means I won't have to deal with his ass no more." Andrew thought to himself as he leaned down to pick up his gun. He checked the feed to see all the bullets inside to click it back up into the rifle. The president then double checked the gun to make sure it was all working well.

After triple checking his weapons to make sure they all worked okay, Jackson finally made an effort to look around the island for his opponent. It was then when he noticed a cute little fox boy off in the distance, apparently thinking deeply about something. "Hey" Jackson cried "Are you my opponent? If so, get yer ass over here. I ain't got the patience to wait all day."