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Aftermath 11/13/2010!; The first Aftermath!
Topic Started: Nov 13 2010, 12:21 PM (339 Views)
Mozeart
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Sheik-ee, Sheik-ee, give me your answer do...
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[It's 9:30pm, and the SSN2 broadcast of HUGELive~! has just ended BUT HAVE NO FEAR! All those questions raised by Live and many more (or less) will be answered here and now! Graphic on screen!]
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Tiwilliger | | |
----vs------|Tiwilliger | |
Jordan |-----------| |
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vs |-----------| |
Foley | | | |
----vs------| Valentine | | |
Valentine. |-----------| | |
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vs |------------| |
Quesada | | |
----vs------| Quesada | |
Mayfield. |-----------| | |
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Morientes | | |
----vs------| Morientes | |
de Vries. |-----------| |
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Quarterfinal| semifinal | final | WINNER! | |
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BJ: And so we see here that the bracket in the semifinals is set. In bracket one Twinkletoes Tiwilliger will take on "Mad Dog" Valentine in a rematch from before HUGE's hiatus. In bracket two it's the most popular man in HUGE taking on probably the biggest star to grace our little big league here as Antonio Morientes takes on Miguel Quesada! Next week should be a real head turner Harvey.

DJHV: Uh ... wait, Barn, what's that mean on the screen?

BJ: What? That what?

DJHV: In the lower right on the status monitor. There are eight zeroes all in a row.

BJ: Aw *BLEEP*, we went over. Uh ... well, luckily we have that new Overflow show.

DJHV: Aftermath.

BJ: What? What happened to "Overflow"?

DJHV: The corporate suits thought it sounded ... well, they actually used some four-letter words but it all adds up to you being stupid.

BJ: Ouch.

DJHV: Yeah, so, y'know, it's okay. I suggested "Overtime" and this one guy literally threw a drink in my face.

BJ: Really!?

DJHV: It's cool though, 'cause, y'know, I love me some Long Island Iced Tea.

[Beat. Barney nods slowly.]

BJ: That you do Harvey, that you do. Okay, let's do this.

[Look to camera.]

BJ: It's time. For--

DJHV/BJ: AFTERMATH!

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[Black. The scratchy acoustic beginnings to "Ain't no Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant play. Still photos crossfade on the screen. First, an exterior view of the Hellfire Bar & Grill.]

#I was walkin' down the street, when out the corner of my eye,#
#I saw a pretty little thing approachin' me.#

[Crossfade; A grainy, black-and-white photo of a man with a deformed claw for a hand with an arm around HUGE GM Barney Johnson waves at the camera by the railing keeping Hellfire patrons from falling down into the dark waters of the Scioto River.]

#She said I've never seen a man,#
#Who looks so all alone, could you use a little company?#

[Crossfade; Cindy Hewitt grins widely, holding a HUGE microphone way too suggestively near her parted lips.]

#If you pay the right price your evenin' will be nice,#
#or you can go and send me on my way.#

[Crossfade; Preston Mayfield, one hand raised, papers flying all over his "office" (actually a bathroom stall), screaming to the high holy heavens about something drug related. Among the papers is a phallic-shaped group of over-large pixels that is probably the oversized sex toy that Preston beats people with.]

#I said you're such a sweet young thing, why you do this to yourself?#
#She looked at me and this is what she said--#

[Crossfade; Antonio Morientes covers his mouth, eyes wide as he is once again wracked by a severe attack of Catholic guilt!]

#Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked.#
#Money don't grow on trees.#

[Crossfade; "Mad Dog" Valentine throwing his arms up in victory, spraying blood and sweat everywhere in so doing!]

#I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed,#
#there ain't nothin' in this world for free!#

[Crossfade; Tre Jordan looks confused. Very confused. He may be on drugs right now. He stares, bug-eyed at the camera, being pulled along by Mack. That's right, he's being led by a blind man.]

#I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back,#
#'though you know I wish I could.#

[Quick cuts; Rust Stiletto, Foodstamp, Rocket Man, Logan Foley, Twinkletoes Tiwilliger and finally the following logo.]

#Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked,#
#until we close our eyes for good.#

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Tre Jordan
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[We cut to the backroom and a lovely vision of Cindy trying to catch up to two people who are walking toward the exit area. As we get closer and the overweight - and loud breathing - cameraman can focus, Tre Jordan and his servant, Billy McWilliams, come into view. McWilliams is being led by Jordan, his hand on Jordan's shoulder. Jordan has changed into his street clothes, a dark pair of pants and a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. McWilliams is still dressed in a suit that looks like it came from Goodwill.]

Cindy: "Tre, a moment of your time?"

Jordan: "Oh, jeez, I look horrible. Can't I change and fix my hair?"

[A sigh from Mack.]

Cindy: "Oh, you look good. Anyway, what are your thoughts on the controversial finish that saw you lose and fall out of the title tournament?"

Jordan: "Whoa, Cindy, apparently you have been doing a little drinking. I won my match. I'm advancing to the next round! You should be celebrating my achievement against Roundhouse's ugly cousin."

Mack: "Sir, it's like I've been telling you. Due to interference, you lost--"

Jordan: "Mack, that's just erroneous on all accounts. And besides, you can't see so your opinion is moo anyway."

Mack: "Moo?"

Cindy: "Not to interrupt, but because of Mayfield, Twinkletoes got a little extra time to recuperate and that allowed him to avoid the Japanese move."

Jordan: "I'm thinking of renaming it 'Tre Jordan's Awesomest Move Everest.' Anyway, yeah, all that happened, but then, I came back. Maybe you turned the tv back to Project Shore or Jersey Runway or whatever you quasi-lesbians watch. I reached down deep and came back from nowhere. In certain places, they now refer to what I did as 'pulling a Jordan.' Oh, it was beautiful. Everything slowed down like a Matrix move or something. I totally took down that fat tub of poo with moves that hadn't even been invented yet. I still have wood from how excited I was with just how awesome I performed."

Cindy: "Okay...awkward..."

Mack: "Sir, if I may interject. After I heard the bell, I came to the ring to console you."

[Tre throws his hands up as if to say "these people don't get it!"]

Jordan: "You didn't console me. You told me how proud you were of me. In fact, I think you wished I was your son at that moment so you reach that next pinnacle of proudness."

[Mack is speechless.]

Cindy: "Anyway, regardless, Twinkletoes will go on to face Mad Dog Valentine in the
semifinals--"

Jordan: "Wow, you are one dense slut. No, I will face the mad cow. And cow, I don't know you very well, but you are going to face the best this place has to offer. The future champion. The future of pro wrestling. That's right, Tre 'Flash' Jordan. And Valentine, you are going down. I'm the Maple Leaf Madman and you simply can't deter me from my rightful title. Cindy, you may now pleasure me."

Cindy: "Whoa, Barney told me I didn't have to do that anymore! I'm done!"

[She storms off while Jordan stands proudly. Fade.]

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[Out front of the Hellfire, looking in. The 4 sets of glass double doors shimmer in the streetlights as the cold Ohio air draws steam from the lungs of both Barney Johnson and "DJ Har-V" Harvey Jenkins. Well, steam from Barney, cigarette smoke from Harvey as he lights up his first cigarette of the evening.]

BJ: Ugh, Harv, seriously, again with the Marlboros.

DJHV: Again me? I thought you were done hasslin' me about my smokin' man.

BJ: I gave up getting you to quit for your health. 'Still not big on breathing it myself.

DJHV: Hm.

[Blows a big lung-full of smooth, rich flavor country out and away from Barney.]

DJHV: Naw man, you're stressed. Wassup? Let it all hang out dawg.

BJ: You wanna know what's on my mind?

DJHV: Better now than when you either get pissed off or piss drunk.

[Barney spits a quick laugh, unprepared for Harvey's quick wit.]

BJ: Okay. Uh, Preston's on my *BLEEP*list as usual.

DJHV: Oh don't sweat him man. I told you I got all the keys away from him. The man has no access.

BJ: Except for my restroom...

DJHV: Okay, yeah, that.

BJ: Uh ... let's see, the tournament. Y'know I just inked a deal to showcase HUGE on 3DW's inaugural pay-per-view, Crowning Glory? We have to get our finals together in time though or it's null-and-void.

DJHV: Pressure, gotcha. That's no problem. We're clickin' right along right?

BJ: True. Britain's been calling me like twenty times a day about the FORGE, wanting my input. I'm a wrestling fan ... I don't know anything about training! He actually convinced me to take some classes with those kids. Have you seen those kids? Two of 'em are second generation and the size of houses, at least one of them is like ... crazy or something and I'm pretty sure Kije's just chompin' at the bit to get me alone somewhere, like in a ring, to beat my ass like he did in South Africa!

DJHV: I ... that's kinda weird. Yeah, most people don't have those problems.

BJ: OH! Oh yeah, and to top it all off, speaking of South Africa, my personal friend Kobus has a mostly detached foot. I have to go to the hospital and visit him, and that Penny chick that's always around him, she blames me for it, never liked me, and also Tony ... *BLEEP*, I gotta deal with Tony tonight too. *BLEEP!*

DJHV: What you mean?

BJ: Well think about it! He's got this hyperactive morality and extreme guilt complex, he was ready to walk not two weeks ago and now he's hurt someone. He hurt one of the good guys, Harvey.

DJHV: Yeah but didn't you just hire his all-time favorite guy and all-around hero as a trainer out at FORGE?

BJ: ...

DJHV: Eh? Eh?

BJ: Wow Harvey, y'know, I'm so used to your act that it truly shocks me when you drop your guard and say something smart.

DJHV: Hey ... I dunno if I'm offended by that or not. Let me consult my horoscope and maybe Kenny Kingston and get back to you.

[Both men laugh out loud when--]

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=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=
"Mad Dog" Valentine
=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=

[We open in the backstage area to obviously some shoddy camera work. The camera shakes as it points at a bloody 'Mad Dog' Valentine's face. The camera pans back a bit. Valentine sits on a folded steel chair as another unknown male wearing wrestling attire, stands over him with needle and thread. 'Mad Dog' winces a little as the needle pokes through the skin, stitching the huge gash in his head.]

MDV: Thank God your a better wrestler then doctor Andy. <bleep>

[Mad dog winks at the camera.]

MDV: *WOOF* WOOF* YA FOLEY BAY-BEE YOU BUSTED UP THE 'DOG PRETTY GOOD TONIGHT! nothing like the flow of warm crimson down your face to know that you were in one hell of a war son! My hats off to ya!

But what I also like is the fact I get to move on the tournament. sure I'm a little... GODDAMNIT!

[Andy quickly apologizes as the needle is in the skin real deep. Andy pulls the needle out, repositions, and begins to stitch again.]

MDV: Now, like I was saying... [rolls his eyes] Finally I get my rematch with the best Cruiserweight in all of wrestling Twinkletoes.

Now Twinkie the last time you met I was the victim of a rubber cylinder assault! Well you won't be so lucky this time Twinkie because I will be doing some anti-dildo training! That is right little man! I will be doing combat classes to be ready if your dildo wielding friend shows his face... or his dildo. My dream is to become the HUGE champion! I know I can beat you and this time...

[winces as Andy pulls the needle through the skin again...]

This time I will be ready for Darth Dildo!

[FTB]

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[Cindy Hewitt in the Dungeon, Hellfire's basement, furiously texting on a cellphone. Stopping cold, she lets her hands fall to her sides, looks around herself, then hits the "end" key. Reaching up with her free hand, she rubs her eyes.]

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=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=
"Clean Living"
=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=HUGE=

[Scene: The Hellfire Bar and Grill, the back entrance of the Hellfire to be more exact. Behind the Hellfire is the parking lot, which is empty at the moment, but not for long as in the distance we can hear a motor running. The sound gets progressively louder until the source of the noise enters the frame. The noise is coming from a neon pink moped, slowly putting along being driven by a man with a neon pink helmet. The man is several times larger, and heavier than the moped he's driving, making one wonder how the small vehicle doesn't collapse under the weight.
This man can be only person, The King of the Crusierweights, Twinkletoes Tiwilliger. Twinkletoes parks his moped and removes his helmet. Over the shoulder of Twinkie hangs a black garment bag with clothes hanger hanging out of the top.
Twinkie himself, is wearing a pair of really worn blue jeans that look ready to burst at the seams, and a barely white wife beater, covered in all forms of stains. This outfit barely covers Twinkletoes, as flab hangs out over his jeans, and his buttcrack peeps out, as his shirt is probably a size or three too small for him. Twinkie makes his way to the door. As he opens the door, a sheep wearing a torn pair of panties and a black bra runs past him. Twinkie doesn't have much time to process what he's seeing as he's bumped into by Preston Mayfield, clad only in jeans, with pixellation around the crotch area, an Aussie style hat, and bottle of Vegemite in his left hand.]

Preston: *slurring*: OY! You let him go, bloody septic!

TT: Umm, Preston, are you ok? What's with the sheep and what's that in your hand?

Preston (looks at TT, and stares at him for a good 30 seconds before responding): Mom? Why aren't you wearing your wig, and how did you get so *BLEEP* fat?

TT: Preston, it's me Twinkie. What are you doing with that sheep?

Preston (stares at TT for a little bit more): What sheep? I'm just watching Barney's dog.

#SCREEECH, CRASH!#

TT: What the--Barney's dog just got run over!

Preston: Ohhh *BLEEP*, I hope Cindy didn't want those nipple clamps back.

TT: Cindy what, oh never mind. Anyway Preston, I was looking for you. I need to have a talk with you about what happened last night.

Preston: I don't what you're talking about, anybody could have put that turd in the chili. Why does everyone look at me when that happens?

TT: No no, I wanted to talk to you about our matches last night.

Preston: I wrestled? Did I win?

TT: Um no, but you wrestled your heart out, you gave it your all.

Preston: What? Eh, I guess... damn, did I forget to get CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK?

[Preston begins to hop up and down and thrust at the same time.]

TT: I'm sorry big man, he cheated the whole time. But I won my match. Once again I, the ultimate underdog, the King of the Cruiserweights, and champion of the little people managed to pull off yet another upset, against that dirty cheating fat Mexican slob Tre Jordan. With the determination and guts that I'm admired by the whole world for, I once again pulled victory from the jaws of defeat. Of course I did get an assist from The Twinkle-toed Nation, their support gave me the needed "Twinkie Power", so I could fight my dreaded foe.

Preston: Yeah, yeah... shut up about your gay assed Twinkie Power. Hey isn't Tre Jordan a goat*BLEEP*ing Canajun??

TT: Same difference. But after my victory something occurred to me.

Preston: Two whole chickens don't constitute a snack?

TT: Three is better. After my match, my ears were still ringing from the fans chanting my name. They were with me the whole time, they lived and died on each instance of success and failure within that match. It was like nothing I ever experienced, those people love me.

Preston: Someone has to...

TT: And their love for me, made me realize, that they worship me, idolize me and live through me vicariously. I am their beacon of hope, shedding light on the little people to show them there is a way out of their pathetic miserable existences.

Preston: Are you high? If yes, don't *BLEEP*ing hold out on me!

TT: I am a hero and you are a hero, to all in that ring because of that. We should, at the least, try to be heroes to them outside the ring.

Preston: ...we?

TT: Exactly Preston, we being celebrities, are also role models. We need to set an example for others. We must be respectable, in addition to being the embodiment of Clean Living.

Preston: We?

TT: Yes, we are in a position of great responsibility. It's not enough for people of our level of celebrity to be act respectable, we must also look respectable. Preston, we are going to be the finest dressed men in Portsmouth.

Preston: We?

[Twinkletoes removes the clothing bag from his shoulder. He removes the black plastic covering to reveal, a powder blue tuxedo from the 70's, complete with bell bottom style trousers, white puffy shirt with blue trim, and matching cummerbund.]

TT: It cost me all of my money, but I think its worth it. Pretty snazzy huh?

Preston: Wait, you're not a chick? *BLEEP*, dude, you're fat.

TT: They say clothes make the man, and when people see this, imagine what they will think of the man wearing it.

Preston: I have a pretty good idea of what they will think right now. Isn't a suit of that size too, um, large, for you Twinks? You might look a little strange wearing that tux.

TT: (laughs heartily) You are so right Preston, its so true that I would look a little ridiculous wearing this. That's why I won't be wearing it, you will. (holds the suit out to Preston)

Preston (eyes go wide as saucers): What the *BLEEP*!?! You want me to wear that *BLEEP*? Are you *BLEEP* insane?!? This *BLEEP* won't get me any trim!

TT: I must be crazy to buy this suit, and have you looking better dressed than me. But nothings too good for a friend of mine.

Preston: There is no *BLEEP* way I'm going to... did you just call me your friend? How *BLEEP*ed up is your life if I'm your friend!

TT: Yes Preston, you're my best friend in the whole world.

Preston: I am? The whole world? ...*BLEEP*, dude, even Barney had his dog.

[A shot of a scamp of a mutt with the name: Sparkles - 2006-2010.]

TT: Yes Preston, I'm as a big a friend to you, as you are to me.

Preston: You're right, you are huge. It's like you're the goat god or something.

TT: Now what were you going to say about the suit?

Preston: Umm I said I wasn't going to wear the suit... until I take it to a tailor and make sure it fits me just right. Gotta look the best, we're Clean Living [Takes the suit from Twinkie] So, umm, where's your suit, Re-Lardo Montalbon?

TT: I don't have a suit, that was all I could afford. Maybe you could return the favor and buy me a suit.

Preston: The hell I will... I mean yeah sure, I think I might be able to find something for someone as small as you dude.

TT: Excellent, well I'm going inside to grab something to eat, what's on the menu?

Preston: Uh not much, but be sure to try the chili.

TT: Thanks for the suggestion! Enjoy the new suit.

[Preston, still in an altered state, looks down at the suit and his hands. As he does so he remembers what, someone else, put in the chili. He turns around and thinks about warning Twinkie, but decides not to. Fade out, end of scene.]

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Antonio Morientes
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[Scene opens to outside the Hellfire, behind it to be precise. It's night time and stars are in the sky and it's a fairly peaceful scene. Except for the sound of sobbing.]

*SOBS*

[We pan to some concrete steps by a door and next to some trash cans. Sitting on the steps dressed in a white Real Madrid hoodie and blue jeans with white tennis shoes is a sobbing Antonio Morientes, his head in his hands.]

AM: Madre dios *SOBS* God forgive me *SOBS*

[Antonio rubs his eyes and grasps at his tear stained face.]

AM: How could I have been so reckless? How could I have been so careless? So inconsiderate? Why couldn't I have gotten injured instead?!

[The tears begin to pour again out of Morientes' eyes.]

AM: Why God? Oh Why? *SOBS*

[Morientes buries his face in his hands again. The door behind him opens and a figure appears.]

Voice: Antonio!

[Morientes leaps up, surprised and slightly startled, and spins around trying to dry his eyes and then his jaw drops open. Amuro Balsa, Morientes wrestling idol, stands at the door. Balsa is wearing a red Spanish national team hoodie, blue jeans, and red tennis shoes. He flashes a sympathetic smile at his fellow Spaniard.]

AB: Que paso, Antonio?

[Antonio's face transforms to as close to a little child's as it can as he begins to burst anew with tears.]

AM: I'm so ashamed, Señor Balsa!

[Amuro walks down the few steps and puts his hand on Morientes' shoulder.]

AB: Anímate, Antonio! You're advancing in the title tournament!

AM: Anímate?! Como?! I've crippled a man, Señor Balsa!

[Antonio's hands shake as he relives the events in his head.]

AM: My recklessness.. My carelessness.. It has put a good man possibly out of his career!

[Morientes moves his trembling hands around in the air, searching for the right words.]

AM: I feel like the worst person in the world! Why wasn't I more careful? Why was I so blind? For what? For a win? For a belt? Neither is worth a man's health, life and livlihood!

[Balsa nods his head solemnly then flashes a smile.]

AB: Así es la vida, Antonio! We all know the risks involved when we step into the ring! These things happen.

[Antonio can't believe what he's hearing.]

AM: Que?! Tenga piedad, Señor Balsa! I've crippled a man!

AB: It was an accident, Antonio.

AM: I shouldn't have been so aggressive in my attack just for a win!

AB: You have to be aggressive to win, Antonio. You must climb back into the ring and get ahead in this tournament!

[Antonio looks in utter disbelief!]

AM: QUE?! No! NO! No puedo mas! De ninguna manera! I can't endanger any more innocent lives with my wretchedness!

[Amuro smiles sympathetically and puts his arm around Antonio.]

AB: Amigo, listen to me. Just.. Just listen to me.

[Morientes sighs and nods his head.]

AB: You can not quit, Antonio. Especially not now after what happened. This is all bigger than you, amigo. You can not be selfish.

[Antonio looks confused.]

AM: Selfish?

AB: Si. It's not just about you Antonio! You have to consider our country for instance.

AM: España?

AB: Si! Look, when I fought in the Pacific Title Tournament for NEO and I went on to win and become the first ever NEO Pacific Champion. It was a small title, BUT, it was big for our country, no?

[Morientes nods emphatically.]

AM: Si! Si, Señor Balsa! I mean.. You were the reason I got into pro wrestling!

[Balsa smiles and nods his head.]

AB: It was big for the country because none of our fighters accomplish much, Antonio. Then I got injured and I had to retire and.. España has had no fighters to get behind.

[Balsa shrugs.]

AB: Well, there is my cousin, but only half of his blood is from our country. He was born and is a product of this country, not of our beloved España. So while I know some of us try to pin our pride on him, it's not autentico. No, Antonio, our country has been longing for another fighter to come from the Iberian peninsula to get behind.

[Morientes nods his head sadly but doesn't pick up that Amuro is smiling at him.]

AB: Antonio, amigo, in the past two years YOU have given them that countryman to feel pride in!

[Morientes is BOWLED over by this.]

AM: Que?! Me?!

AB: Si! Es verdad, amigo! Es Verdad!

[Balsa pulls Morientes closer.]

AB: You have a responsibility, Antonio, much like I once did. You are flying the flag for our country. You can not quit now when you are possibly at the critical position to once again claim glory and gold for España! Too many people are placing all their hopes on you for you to let them down now!

[Antonio looks so conflicted.]

AM: But, Señor Balsa, Kobus...

[Balsa nods.]

AB: Si, there is also Kobus, Antonio. He got injured, possibly career ending injury, against you. It was an accident, you didn't purposefully try to injure him, Antonio. It is a risk that all of us face when we step inside that ring. The same thing could happen to you or anyone. Sadly for Kobus, it happened to him.

[Antonio looks ready to cry again but Balsa gives him a little shake.]

AB: Amigo, yes, it's sad and unfortunate that this has happened to Kobus. But, that makes it even MORE important that you do not quit now!

AM: Huh?

AB: If somehow Kobus is not able to fight again, amigo, someone has to pay tribute and honor for him. And who better to take up his brother's cause than the man who accidentally, with no malice in his heart, put that man down?

[Ah, guilt! The key to any Catholic's heart!]

AM: I... I...

AB: See, amigo? It really is bigger than you! The flag of España, tribute and alms for Kobus..

AM: I am responsible for what happened to Kobus...

AB: Antonio..

AM: And I am responsible for those depending on me to do well for our country...

AB: Si!

AM: I.. I can't quit!

[A fire is in Antonio's eyes now! Amuro looks very pleased!]

AB: Yes! Si, mi amigo!

[Antonio looks at Amuro and nods his head.]

AM: Mucho gracias, Señor Balsa!

AB: De Nada, Antonio! Just get back to work! Train, prepare, and most importantly Antonio... WIN!

[NOW he is fired up for sure!]

AM: I will do all I can, Señor Balsa! For You, for España, and for Kobus!

AB: Viva España!

AM: Amen! AMEN!

[Antonio runs offscreen, fired up! Balsa watches then nods his head.]

Voice: I knew you could do it!

[Balsa turns his head and smiles as Barney Johnson comes walking out of the shadows.]

AB: Ah, boss, I couldn't let him suffer and throw his career away.

BJ: Well and he's good for MY business, so I appreciate it!

AB: No problem boss!

BJ: Antonio's a good kid, probably TOO good a kid for this business, but we need him!

AB: Happy to help, boss!

[Amuro and Barney shake hands and walk offscreen. Scene fades.]

*ZZZSSSHHHHZZZSSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHTTT*

[Exterior view of the Hellfire. Barney locks the front doors (a chore, given how many there are) tightly, unlocks one, curses, ducks inside, hits a few numbers on a keypad, ducks outside, and curses again as his phone rings.]

BJ: *BLEEP*, uh, hello? Heyyy, Carl, what's up buddy? My front door alarm didn't go off again, did it?

[Pause. Barney's lip curls up as he looks confused.]

BJ: Wait, uh, no stop, who's Sparkles? That sounds like a hooker or a stripper or something.

[Pause. Barney's brow knits into a wild clump of wrinkles.]

BJ: Carl ... I don't own a dog.

[Pause. Barney actually jerks around a little, waving his free hand.]

BJ: No, no sheep either! What? Ah crap, was the guy like six feet, chubby, dirty and with sorta dull red hair wearing rags?

[Barney's face relaxes as his eyes get big.]

BJ: That '70s show? No, why? Tuxedo? A blue tuxedo. Well, that couldn't have been Preston. Hm? Oh ... bra and panties? Yes, that makes a difference. Do me a favor, will ya Carl? Would you just toss that thing out into the street before anybody notices it? I really don't wanna be on the hook for burying somebody's sheep. Thanks pal.

[Clicking his phone shut, Barney rubs his face while shaking his head.]

BJ: *BLEEPING* Preston Mayfield ... camouflaged in *BLEEPING* old tuxedos...

[Walks out of shot.]

BJ: *BLEEP!!!*

[Runs back. Locks that last door again.]

BJ: *BLEEPING* PRESTON MAYFIELD!

[Looking around, Barney makes sure there was nobody around to hear that. Walks out of shot.]

*ZZZSSSHHHHZZZSSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHTTT*

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