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Ringside; RP show
Topic Started: Oct 27 2006, 08:04 PM (231 Views)
Fletchanator
Keith
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["Original Fire" by Audioslave plays briefly, as the screen fills with a CGI graphic of a wrestling ring, with the Ring of Fire logo in the middle of it. Then we fade to an outside shot, as a young man stands outside in the street. Behind him is a large building and a neon sign that alternately flashes Japanese kanji text and the English words "TOMORROW NIGHT: RING OF FIRE WRESTLING!".

The young man, who looks at least part Hispanic, is wearing a dark blue collared shirt and has a microphone in his hand. The young man's name flashes up on screen: Zach Ortiz.]

ZO: Hello everyone! Zach Ortiz here for another edition of Ringside, and today I'm coming to you from Tokyo, Japan!

[He grins.]

ZO: Behind me is one of the most important buildings in pro wrestling in this country, the Korakuen Hall. In just under 24 hours, Ring of Fire Wrestling will present "First Battle Revolution" in this very venue, marking the company's debut in this country.

[People are walking past in the background, not even taking any notice of Zach or the camera.]

ZO: In this show we will hear from many of Ring of Fire's top competitors, including the Samoan Beast, Tumaffi... World champion Tate Monroe... and his number one contender, Juan Vasquez. The big news in Ring of Fire in recent weeks has been the suspension of Griffin James as a result of his attack on a referee and several security personnel in Mexico.

[Zach shakes his head slightly.]

ZO: An unfortunate situation really. Griffin James was enraged by the actions of Luke Kinsey, who showed up out of the blue and cost James a chance at a World title shot. However, James clearly went too far, and Ring of Fire officials had no choice but to suspend the popular wrestler.

[Pause.]

ZO: But while Griffin James is suspended from competing, he has not disappeared altogether. In fact, I can tell you that our cameras caught up with the hard-hitting American earlier this week, and we'll be showing you that interview later in the show.

[Smile.]

ZO: But first up, we're going to hear from undoubtedly the wealthiest man in Ring of Fire, and also undoubtedly one of the most disliked... here is Steve Greedy...

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V/O : Were not buddies this time Yoshi.

[Fade In.]

[We fade in on two hands rubbing together. The zoom is tight so that's all we can see, but you can hear that irritating sound two hands rubbing together make, that is until the voice continues.]

V/O : That's much more like it.

[We zoom back, and we now see the golden boy smile of Steve Greedy. He is still rubbing his hands together like a kid in the candy store.]

Steve Greedy : See I'm not really a team player. I have never worked well with others, unless they were female, and even then it was only late at night if you know what I'm saying.

I know this is your homecoming Yoshino, but homecomings don't always go the way you want them to.

[Greedy lowers his hands, as we now pay full attention to him. Greedy is decked out in his fine Armani as usual.]

Steve Greedy : Football teams try to schedule weak opposition for homecoming, sometimes it doesn't work. The home team is then embarrassed.. In wrestling your pretty much dealt the cards by the guys pulling the strings, and you have to run with them. You had no say so as to who you fought, and my friend you did not get a good draw as you go back to your countrymen. You could of got anybody else on the roster, but you got me. A man which is capable of more than any other on the roster, and a man still angry from what Jaiden Andrews did to me on the debut show.

Wrong place, wrong time.

.. .f[bleep]k your homecoming.

[Greedy pauses.]

Steve Greedy : Yeah you heard me, and I hope you could even understand me.

[Greedy's smile fades.]

Steve Greedy : They saw we didn't exactly work well as a team in picking up that victory at the last big show the company had, and figured we could have some fireworks in Japan if we met head on.

There probably right Yoshino.

Or maybe fireworks isn't a good enough word. Does Hiroshima sound a bit more fitting ?

[Greedy nods.]

Steve Greedy : Oh I bet it _does_ Yoshino. You can take that to the bank.

[Pause for dramatic effect.]

Steve Greedy : _MY BANK_

[Greedy now pops that trademark smirk once again.]

Steve Greedy : Sorry if that brought back memories you didn't want to bring back Yoshino, but you need to get used to feeling a bit depressed on the inside.

.. .Trust me.

[Fade.]


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ZO: Steve Greedy was of course aiming those remarks at Yoshino Nanami, who he will meet in the ring here tomorrow night, and also two weeks later at Ring of Fire's first pay-per-view, Stand and Deliver, which will be held at the Nippon Budokan here in Tokyo.

The other matches announced for the inaugural pay-per-view include World champion Tate Monroe defending his title against Juan Vasquez, Griffin James taking on Luke Kinsey, and Jaiden Andrews facing off against the Samoan Beast, Tumaffi.

Speaking of the Beast, next up we're going to hear from the behemoth himself...

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[We open up to a street in Apia, Samoa.

Ha! Tumaffi lied! There really ARE streets in Samoa! Let's... uhm, just not say that to his face, mmkay?

So we're on this street, looking at a ramshackle building which once held a business. Now it is empty; the business sign is gone, the windowfront is cracked, and the place looks pretty dirty from the outside. It's altogether typical of an abandoned businessfront no matter where you go.

Which makes it altogther odd that this, of all places, is where Samoa's Proudest Son would choose to address us. Tumaffi is here, wearing a black-green-orange-orchid-yellow baggy silk floral outfit. I'm not sure who makes baggy silk floral outfits so big that they're even baggy on Tumaffi... check your local sporting goods store or camping outfitter. Nonetheless, the behemoth is here, and there is a cold look in his brown eyes. Granted, his eyes are almost all you can see on his face because his hair and beard makes Julius Erving's mid-career afro look like a Marine brushcut, but you get the idea.]

Tumaffi: Mainlanders! And also the Japanese people... yes, especially the Japanese people! And most especially the mainlander insect Andrews! HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF TUMAFFI!

Tumaffi is famous across all of Samoa for his munificence and generosity! That is why Tumaffi has magnanimously allowed Ring of Fire to promote in great Samoa, despite the preponderance of subpar mainland so-called 'athletes' and tiny little Japanese so-called 'fighters' that makes up its ranks! We islanders have become accustomed to entertaining ourselves with their exploits in the same manner that mainlanders like to watch roosters tear one another to shreds. I have seen roosters with greater skill than some of Ring Of Fire's competitors, mind you, but we have learned to bear with the weakness of the rest of the planet.

And so today, as I was originally saying, Tumaffi has a special message for the mainlander worm Andrews, who so foolishly interfered in the business of Tumaffi in much the same way as flying insects interfere with the forward motion of automobile windshields. Tumaffi could go straightaway to one of Samoa's lavish resorts, where the Ring Of Fire wrestlers are staying, and delvier this message firsthand with the type of bloodcurdling violence that mainlanders typically only see in poorly-scripted horror films. However, it is not fitting for Tumaffi to so profane his own home soil by doing this, for even such as Andrews is a guest on our great island and deserves proper courtesy. The instant we are over international waters on the plane ride to Japan, Tumaffi will pull off his left arm and devour it. Until then, Tumaffi will teach the mainland insect a valuable history lesson.

[With that statement, Tumaffi opens the door to this facility. It was, of course, locked. That didn't seem to bother or even slow down Tumaffi, who leaves a chunk of lock in the doorframe as he casually rips the door free with about the same motion as you or I would open the front door of our house. He then walks inside like he owns the place. It is dark in here, and hard to see where we're going as we follow the big guy.]

Tumaffi: You see, we are scheduled to go to Japan. Tumaffi is told that personal honor and respect are ingrained values in the Japanese culture. It was not necessary to tell Tumaffi about Japanese culture. Tumaffi has had the displeasure to know several of them, and doing so had led me to one simple truth.

[Tumaffi flicks on a light switch, and we see that this is, or was, a training facility of some sort. There are heavy bags and various low-tech equipment. In the center of the area is a raised wooden platform, with an old blue mat on top. On this is drawn a circle. It seems to be for sumo matches, though it is just a training version of an actual dohyo.]

Tumaffi: Honor has a terrible price, Jaiden Andrews.

This is where Tumaffi learned this truth. For one year, the great Tumaffi trained in the ways of the Sumo. That was my first goal. Tumaffi was to become the yokozuna, to become the greatest sumotori the Earth had ever known. Indeed, but for honor, that would indeed have already come to pass. Tumaffi was the greatest student that the schools of Samoa had ever known!

But instead of embracing Tumaffi's all-consuming strength, my instructor... my pitiable Japanese instructor... demanded that I conform! He wanted subservience, not superiority! The "code of the Sumo" he called it. Tumaffi must bow, and caper, and show "respect". RESPECT IS FOR THE STRONG!

[Tumaffi swings down one mighty hand, and blasts a chunk of wood right out of the side of the platform.]

Tumaffi: In what bizarre world does the strong need to respect the weak?! That is backwards! But this was a point of honor for the man. His honor demanded respect, when his strength was not capable of demanding respect! Upon his head, therefore, did all of this disaster fall! In one day, Tumaffi showed him the true nature of honor when Tumaffi destroyed him and his entire class! Ten trained sumotori! And none could face the great Tumaffi! One by one, Tumaffi left them all laying in this very room, which has lain fallow ever since!

And do you know why it was easy for I, at a callow eighteen years of age, to do this to ten strong men? Because one man's honor had made them weak! They observed 'traditions' and 'rules' and 'respect' in times of violent bloody warfare! Tumaffi understands the time and place for traditions and rules... and when Tumaffi is crushing a fifty-pound weight into your face is not one of them! Tumaffi unleased the savage spirit within and destroyed all who dared oppose him, in the true manner of the islands! In the same way as my people once roamed the jungle and crushed all so-called predators, I destroyed eleven men at one time and brought this school to ruin! All because of one man's honor!

So what will the price of your honor be, Jaiden Andrews?

You stopped Tumaffi from destroying his overmatched competition, why?! If they were so weak, they deserved to be destroyed! But your honor would not permit the natural order of things to go its way. You say I should have respect for those men, when their inability and lack of fighting prowess in a fighter's world proved that they deserve no respect at all! Just as my former instructor once did, you attempt to cram your useless ideals of 'honor' and 'respect' into the world of the warrior! Into the world of Tumaffi! The price for this is more than you can pay, mainlander!

That is why Tumaffi has ultimately decided to allow you the luxury of continued existance for now! It is important that your final remembrances be of the lesson that Tumaffi so generously taught you. And for this lesson to be complete, others must pay the price for your honor! That is why Tumaffi will try not to destroy you until after he has also destroyed all four of the other victims who will be in the supposed 'six-man tag' in which Tumaffi shall distinguish partner from teammate only by where the bodies land! And that is why Tumaffi will then go on to obliterate Gordon McDaniels! Until you affronted me with your 'honor', Tumaffi would have been content with mere victory. Now Tumaffi must make an example! Tumaffi will again show his opponent the proper respect... which means that if he survives, he is to be respected, and if he is unable to survive, that is your problem. Tumaffi is certain his next of kin will have many angry words for you after you cause his demise.

And the Japanese people shall see what Tumaffi has done to Gordon McDaniels in the name of 'honor', and on that day many tiny people shall learn one immense lesson. ONLY THE MIGHTY ARE DESERVING OF RESPECT! And the only result of honor is suffering! TUMAFFI HAS DECLARED THIS TO BE ABSOLUTELY TRUE! Now begone! Tumaffi purchased this building with the blood of his enemies, and I wish to burn this building to the ground as a testimonial to one man's honor.

And Andrews... pray that your fellow wrestlers SURVIVE the testimonial to your honor.

[Tumaffi starts wrecking the place as we cut away.]


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ZO: Tomorrow night Tumaffi faces young newcomer Gordon McDaniels, but as you heard just then, his sights are definitely locked on Jaiden Andrews for their showdown at Stand and Deliver. Tumaffi did not appreciate Andrews coming out to save two other wrestlers from being possibly crippled by the Samoan Beast, and at the pay-per-view he aims to make Andrews pay.

But before then, Andrews will be teaming with Juan Vasquez tomorrow night, as they face Tate Monroe and the debuting Luke Kinsey. Vasquez is one of the biggest names in the international wrestling scene, having broken into the bigtime by becoming the longest standing River City Wrestling world champion a few years back.

Vasquez has had anything but an easy ride since debuting for Ring of Fire, as he will tell you himself...

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[Scene: We open to a shot of an empty hotel room. Just then, the room door swings open as we see *your* number one contender, a slightly battered-looking Juan Vasquez, slowly trudging his way towards the bed. He's dressed in a wrinkled dress shirt, left untucked and partially unbuttoned, a pair of black slacks, and his necktie is tied firmly around his...forehead. He tosses his suit jacket on a chair and plops himself down onto his bed, staring down at the floor for several seconds. He removes the necktie from his forehead and throws it onto the ground and looks up at the camera with his hair disheveled, his face bruised, his lip cut, and a tired smile on his face.

Juan suddenly holds out an arm and snaps his fingers, motioning to someone off-camera to bring him something. A moment passes, before a hand appears out of shot to hand him an icepack. He nods a thank you to whoever it was behind the scenes and gives a long sigh, trying to gather whatever words he's got left for tonight.]

JV: After that beatin' I took tonight, after that kick 'tween the legs, and after forgetting not to drink the water down south of the border, some of you fine folks out there must be wondering 'bout my state of being. Well, I'll be honest. I'm not exactly feeling like I'm all love and kisses with fluffy marshmellow dreams here, people.

[Juan takes the icepack and presses it to his head.]

JV: It hurts.

[A devilish grin appears on his face.]

JV: But it hurts *so* good.

[He flops back and right onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, Juan keeps on yapping.]

JV: It's not exactly the way I wanted to win, but hell, I'll take it. I mean in all seriousness, if you think my sense of sportsmanship extends to something beyond shaking my head at an injustice and giving my condolences to the victim, than you don't know jack 'bout me.

[He attempts to sit back up, but decides to remain lying down after the first couple of attempts don't work.]

JV: Maybe Griffin could've won if we both didn't fall victim to some cheap parlor trick from Luke that I taught him in the first place...but what's done is done, people. We'll leave the woulda', shoulda', coulda's for the people out there that *can't* deal with reality.

[With a grunt, Juan finally powers himself back into a seated, upright position.]

JV: You know the type. The ones that think Tate Monroe deserved to have that title handed to him even though there was absolutely no logical reason to do so. The ones that always hold out hope 'gainst all hope that Luke won't blow his shot at greatness despite the fact he goes out there and breaks your heart every single goddamn time. The ones that...

[Juan stops and smirks, because this is such a bastardly thing to say...]

JV: ...think Griffin would've won.

[He gets shifty eyed, in case an enraged Griffin James suddenly pops in to elbow him in the face for such foul words.]

JV: Come on now, we all know I would've done _something_ completely unexpected and awesome to turn the tide, right?

[The look on his face isn't one of exact confidence in that statement.]

JV: I don't know what exactly...

[His smile begins to falter a bit.]

JV: ...but it would've been something!

[A big thumbs up to reassure us all.]

JV: But of course, good ol' Luke Kinsey had to come down and rain on my parade like he always does whenever I'm in the process of awing and amazing and generally doing everything he _wishes_ he could do.

[A roll of the eyes.]

JV: Now, I admit his plan to screw Griffin over was good in theory, but much like everything else in his life, Luke failed to see the big picture.

[Juan holds his arms out, using his hands to frame a shot. Nice use of hand gestures, Vasquez!]

JV: Considering the fact I've been his best friend in whole goddamn world for 'bout....oh, a decade, logic would've dictated that he hit me in the least damaging way possible to give me the win and then he could roll the dice on the slim chance that I either clock him upside the head in disgust or I join forces with him and we go to school on Griffin.

[He immediately realizes how wrong that sounds.]

JV: Not saying that I really would've given James a good stomp to the throat or anything, but that possibility still existed.

[...]

JV: Remember, I'm thinking hypothetically from Luke's point of view, here.

[Sure you are, Juan.]

JV: But instead of trying to gain a potentially useful ally...Luke runs in, proceeds to KICK me in my least favorite area to be kicked and now he's all but guaranteed the fact that not only Griffin James, but JUAN MOTHERF[bleep]IN' VASQUEZ is gonna' want to beat the ever-lovin' crap outta' him too.

[Juan throws down his icepack, annoyed.]

JV: And goddamn, man...you just *know* that's how I'd react. Yet, you ignored all the warning signs and still went ahead and did it.

[He shakes his head.]

JV: *Sigh* No wonder I always had to do the thinking for the both of us. Left on your own, you're eating paste and robbing liquor stores.

'Course, that's why everyone's learned to never to put any faith in you to succeed or to do anything meaningful with your career ever again. It was inevitable that eventually you'd screw up this badly.

_Again._

[Juan slaps himself in the forehead and drags his hand slowly down his face, grunting in frustration.]

JV: I can only forgive you so many times before I cut my losses and take a baseball bat to your skull, ya' know.

[He cranes his neck, cracking it from side-to-side.]

JV: Now, I don't see the need to take such a drastic action right this very moment, since you've already worked Griffin into such a nice little rage. And hell, Tate Monroe's gonna' be _right there_ for me to slap in the face. I seriously don't need to involve myself with your useless drama. So I guess I'll leave emotional attachment outta' the equation for once and just focus on wrestling.

[A weak chuckle.]

JV: Hell, just imagine if you did that once in awhile.

[A grin.]

JV: You might've won a world title by now!

[That grin dissolves just a bit.]

JV: Maybe.

[Into a doubtful, sad smile.]

JV: Probably.

[He closes his eyes and frowns. Lies never did anyone any good.]

JV: Okay, I was completely s[bleep]in' with you. You still would've found a way to fail 'cause your will to win is somewhere 'round "frenchman" and "Alex Rodriguez." I'm amazed you can lace your boots and walk down to the ring without vomiting.

[A sigh.]

JV: It's a harsh thing to hear from me, but it had to be said. After all...

[Juan smiles.]

JV: ...what're friends for?

[Fade out.]


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ZO: We've heard what Juan Vasquez has to say about tomorrow night's main event... now let's hear from one of his opponents, and the man he'll face at Stand and Deliver... World champion Tate Monroe...

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“It’s never bothered me, honestly... other people’s opinions.”

[The shot fades in to the face and upper body of the Ring of Fire World Champion, Tate Monroe. Focused, as he speaks, on some distant point off-camera.]

“Everywhere I’ve ever been, I’ve faced jealousy of one kind or another. It’s nothing new to me. In high school, I had it. In college too. Just because unlike some other people, I was there to learn and to excel. Like that was some alien concept, something to be mocked and ridiculed.”

[Sat in some kind of office setting perhaps, the periphery of a black leather couch creeping into view, the champion looks relaxed and at ease, the green, white and black of a Michigan State varsity jacket the only attire visible in the close-in shot. Also present of course, in pride of place over one shoulder—the gleaming Independent World Championship belt.]

“So believe me when I say there’s nothing that Griffin James, or Juan Vasquez, or even Tumaffi in his own basic style... there’s nothing I haven’t heard, and there’s nothing they or anyone else can say that’s going to have a negative effect on me.”

[Behind him, a wide internal window—in the background, through the glass, a wrestling ring, a dojo or so it seems. Two young Japanese trainees sparring in silence, to us at least, in the ring under the watchful eye of their tutor.]

“On my first night with this company, I was labelled a coward, a hypocrite, a ‘paper champion,’ and worse. The same tired cliches and conjecture from the same overhyped blowhards who’ve made a living peddling the same vaccuous banter every place they’ve ever been.”

[His green eyes tighten briefly, then his mouth curls into the slightest smile.]

“How did I react? I could have stooped to their level. I could have returned their juvenile jibes. Instead, I let my wrestling speak for itself. Two matches, two house shows. On the first, I beat Griffin James. Again. On the second, I _pinned_ Juan Vasquez. And on my televised debut, I pinned Jaiden Andrews _twice_, another player in the main event scene.

But still people look at me like I’ve got something to prove. They look at my age, at the fact I’m not a ‘known name’ in this sport, and they think I don’t belong. That I don’t deserve this title. They think I’ve done nothing to EARN this title.”

[He pauses for a moment, teeth grinding involuntarily. He relaxes, tension slipping away.]

“That’s laughable. I’ve done more in a single year in this sport than any of them in that same year. I’ve done more than any of them in their _BEST_ year. So if they want to look at me like I’ve got something to prove?”

[He shakes his head, firmly.]

“No. No, I don’t accept that. I say it’s them, I say they’re the ones with something to prove. I am the champion of this company for a reason, and no amount of talk or insult is going to take that away. I am in Ring of Fire Wrestling because I was the very best Dream Fujin had to offer. Griffin James, Juan Vasquez, Jaiden Andrews... even my partner two nights from now, Luke Kinsey... they’re all here because of reputation. I’m here because of results. Provable, quantifiable results.

And in the end... in the end, that’s really the only thing that counts. Everything else... is nothing but opinion.”

[That faint smile returns. Then it curls with the vaguest hint of a knowing smirk.]

“And you know what they say about those.”

[Fade out.]


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ZO: Well, that's just about all we've got time for folks. I'm going to leave you with undoubtedly the most controversial figure in Ring of Fire right now... Griffin James...

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V: Evening... bitches and upstanding people alike. Let's chat.

[And with that, we get a shot of Griffin James standing in front of a Ring of Fire backdrop, dressed in a black t-shirt that reads 'STFU' on the front and khakis. Miss Cherry stands next to him, dressed in a black business power suit and pretty much... well, making the TV ooze hot fire.

The fun is back, after all.]

GJ: First things first... First Battle Revolution... and we're not a damned part of it.

[Griffin shakes his head.]

MC: That was horrid.

GJ: I know. Anyway, down to the nitty gritty.

[James clears his throat.]

GJ: I've been suspended due to what went down in Mexico and I got tasered for throwing a 'bow or six at the wrong people. Cherry's apparently been ticketed by the fashion police for not showing her ass enough. The world's in shambles, there is a three legged cat running around throwing up for no reason in Alhambra, and the General is _banned_ from taking care of business in his proverbial backyard.

MC: Sad times we live in.

GJ: Yeah, no kidding. This isn't the first time that my back's been against the wall during my career, but it will be the _last_. You see, I'm not the same kid that's just gonna get walked all over time and time again... yeah, I hit a bit of a rough patch, and yeah, things aren't looking so hot right now... but when have I ever lied to you people?

_Never_.

So, you gotta ask yourself something right now, folks...

What now? What are you going to do now, Ring of Fire, now that I've been taken out the game? The General's sidelined, the World Title looks like even more of a joke than it did before- no offense, Juan- you got your shot and I respect that... but you're about to face this industry's best example of a vanilla milkshake for a title that _should_ mean something yet was created out of thin air.

My bad, man. You deserve better.

My best friend is slowly turing into the damned Scrayper... and I am frightened. Lord knows Ryoga's got more class than to use a stapler on someone's forehead, but if Luke Kinsey can come back and try and convince people he's marginally worth a damn, then I guess anything can happen here in this good ol' Ring of Fire.

MC: Tumaffi making sense?

GJ: Never gonna happen.

MC: But anything can happen in-

GJ: Not that. We're all going to hell if that happens.

[Cherry nods and cleans her glasses.]

GJ: Anyway, Luke Kinsey... you and I have unfinished business, and I'm not talkin' about River City, so f[bleep]k you for thinking it.

End of story.

When it comes down to it, I didn't think you'd have the balls to show up and cost me a shot at my dream. But, you did... and now everything's perfectly clear.

[James cracks his knuckles.]

GJ: This is gonna end in one match, and I'll make it the best deal you or Tate Monroe could ever hope to hear.

At Stand and Deliver, I'll put my _career_ on the line against you... but only if you do the same.

You only get one chance at this, Luke. I'm not gonna spend the rest of 2006 chasing after a piece of sh[bleep]t like you... and at Stand and Deliver?

You're gonna _pay_ what you _owe_.

You're gonna give it all back... every single ounce of blood, sweat, and crocodile tears you've put into this business... you're gonna make amends.

And I am going to _collect_.

But, in the end, Luke?

You're still going to be a piece of sh[bleep]t.

[Griffin grins.]

GJ: All or nothing, playboy. Do your thing.

You damn well better bet I'm gonna do mine.

[And with that, we fade to black.]


© Ring of Fire Productions, 2006.






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