Post by PANTHRO on Mar 22, 2013 17:19:42 GMT -6
Prologue: Second Chance.
...Whenever I know that I can do something amazing and not capitalize on it, I get angry. I know what my abilities are, and I know what I CAN DO...when I showcase them. But there are people out there, people who think that I’m all talk and no bite, and those people, the same ones who scrutinize me get a big surprise at the end of the day. Because no matter what people are gonna talk, they’ll say you past your prime, they’ll say you can’t cut it, they will try and downgrade you your entire life. But you have to push those negative thoughts out of your mind and focus on the grand scheme of things.
I wrestle not because it makes me feel better about myself, I don’t have self esteem issues. Wrestling is a challenging mountain that I’m willing to climb. I know there are bumps in the path that I’m goin’ but that’s the price you pay when you train and do what you can to reach that level that epitomizes that you’re MADE it. Iwakuma and Gouken are two big ass roadblocks in the way of me and Justin Brooks. When I look at my partner Brooks and I see that desire to put LEGION’s ass on the curb with the rest of the garbage in Exodus, I know he’s got my back.
See, last time when I was in the ring with these two sons of bitches, I was either screwed or taken off my game by their lil’ group of paint sniffers. Now that I don’t have distractions taking me from my goals...I can finally deliver these ass whooping's to these two bastards that sprang from the boil on the ass of humanity LEGION. They’ve been LONG overdue, you can all them...early Christmas presents...from The Big L...
To Them.
The air was heavy with heat and the smell was strong with the scent of fresh cut grass. There was a light breeze to counterweight the heat. It helped me a bit on my run. I had Kool and the Gang on blast on my MP3 player, my eyes locked on the sidewalk as sweat started to pour down my body. I was trying to stay fit, hoping to keep my body in shape. Months had past, the Draft came and I didn’t get picked. I had people try and cheer me up, telling me that someone would have to pick me up. Me? I was a bit heartbroken, all of the work I put in, everything...it wasn't good enough. This case, it ruined my chance, that was until I got a call from the Buffalo Bills to come out for tryouts. There was a gleam of hope for me after all. I was focused, ready and willing to go through anything to get on the roster. I dieted, I lifted until my arms were tired, and I ran...constantly. I had gone five miles and stopped by my parent's house. I lived pretty close by, I was in an apartment complex nearby. Dad was probably still at work. Even at fifty-two he was still trying to earn money before retirement. Honestly I didn't think he'd retire until he was completely grey in the face.
He worked as a supervisor in the naval shipyard and he was good at his job. With the certificates and awards he had hanging around the living room you can see what I mean by that. My mom was probably out, running errands, or just going for a walk. I'd usually see her cooking in the kitchen when I stopped by sometimes, but housewives need exercise too. That meant my little brother would be home, Aaron. Sometimes I cringe at the fact he still lived here, after all of the crap he talked about moving out he still sat his ass down and played Playstation all day long. He was 18 years old and was the problem child out of the two of us. He started to hang out with some bad people who influenced him and started to act like he was some thug from the streets. My mom and dad nearly worried themselves to death over him and me? I was the one who had to set him straight. My dad was getting older and couldn't deal with him, so I had to be the one who facilitated the ass kicking if he did something stupid.
Lately he had taken up the habit of smoking inside of their house and blaring some shitty rap music from the computer. I opened the door and heard it on full blast and him on the phone with a PS2 controller in his hand. I looked at him and shook my head as I walked over towards the computer and turned the music off. I gave him this look as he didn't seem to pay me any mind.
Steve Lenton: ...Aaron.
Aaron Lenton: That's what I'm sayin' dude..! Hahaaa!!
Steve Lenton: Yo...!
Aaron Lenton: Then she was actin' all mad cause I ain't wanna go out. I'm like, you need to chill the fuck out with your tone--
I snatched the phone away from him and hold it up to my ear.
Steve Lenton: Hello, yes, Aaron's busy at the moment he'll call you back.
He got up pissed at me and looked me in the eye.
Aaron Lenton: Fuck is wrong witchu son?!
Steve Lenton: First of all watch your tone in another person's house. Secondly it's 1 in the afternoon, why the Hell aren't you in school...?
Aaron Lenton: It was half a day.
Steve Lenton: It's May Aaron, I swear you can be so...siiigh. Where's mom at?
Aaron Lenton: She went for a walk, she's probably gonna go get some shit for dinner or somethin' I dunno. What I do know is you're fuckin' rude hangin' up on someone I was talkin' to.
Steve Lenton: You don't pay their phone bill or their electrical, so I don't wanna hear that B.S.
Aaron Lenton: Yooo, you're gonna stop talkin' to me like that.
Steve Lenton: Don't make me shove this phone down your throat....
Aaron Lenton: Whatever.
Steve Lenton: If you put this much effort into skipping school, you wouldn't have gotten cut from the football team.
Aaron Lenton: Fuck them! I got talent, they just too dumb to see it, they lame asses.
Steve Lenton: Smoking and drinking won't help you make the team. It takes hard work to do it, you can't think things will COME to you, you gotta work for'em...!
Aaron Lenton: Says Mr. I-Take-Bribes--
Steve Lenton: Shut your mouth about that. I heard enough from them...I don't need to hear it from YOU....
He scoffed at me, looking me up and down like I weren't somebody. He brushed pass me and towards the door.
Steve Lenton: Where are you going...?
Aaron Lenton: To speak to Hamm.
Steve Lenton: Didn't mom and dad tell you that dude is bad news...
Aaron Lenton: Why you gotta judge the peoples I hang out with? You need to judge yourself before you judge other people.
Steve Lenton: You know what kinda person he is and how much of a bad influence he is on people around him. You need to stay away from him or else he's gonna introduce you to some more problems.
Aaron Lenton: ....I'm out.
He closed the door behind him, I open it up and watch him go down the street. Roger Hamm was a dude who had a habit of talking to dudes who would do his dirty work. He was into everything, drugs, guns, and talked about making his own adult film company. He always rubbed me the wrong way even when I was still in high school. Hamm had a problem with everyone in our neighborhood and was always starting something with someone. He saw my brother as someone he could mold into one of his soldiers. Me, I tried to stop it, but Aaron was always thick in the skull, you couldn't tell him shit. I didn't want him around Aaron, so I decided to try and get him to do something to preoccupy himself. I walked down the street and tried to look casual. Aaron saw me and rolled his eyes as Hamm offered him a blunt. I tookit away from Aaron who gave me a stare.
Aaron Lenton: Will you leave me alone...?! Shit.
Steve Lenton: Listen, mom just called, she said she wants you to go to the bread store down the street to pick up some bread.
Aaron Lenton: Annnd, why can't you do it?
Steve Lenton: I got business to handle at home and you live there so...here's $20 you can get some of those snack cakes you like.
He looked at the money then back at Hamm. He shrugged his shoulders and took the money from my hands.
Aaron Lenton: Fine, I'll be back my dude.
Hamm: I'ma be here.
He lit the blunt and gave me a shit eating grin.
Hamm: Damn lil' homie...you grew up big huh...?
Steve Lenton: Yeah, things change y'know?
Hamm: F'sho. How you livin' life m'nigga?
Steve Lenton: Tryna get it anyway I can, tryin' to get into pro ball.
Hamm: Oh yeah, yeah Aaron was tellin' me about that shit son, some hard times.
Steve Lenton: That's how life goes.
Hamm: Me and Aaron have been talkin' about some ventures y'know what I'm sayin?' Tryna put some change in his pockets.
Steve Lenton: Is that right?
Hamm: I think this might be a good bet. Seein' as you ain't got shit to fall back on, I could help you out too. Look out for you...
Steve Lenton: I'm good, I'm headed up to Buffalo...tryouts.
Hamm: Word...? Huh.
Steve Lenton: ...What? Wassup?
I forced a grin on my face, kind of confused as to what was going on in his fucked up head.
Hamm: Naw it's nothin' yo I gotta make a phone call, so....
Steve Lenton: ....Right.
I got this funny feeling from him, like he was plotting. I turned to see him on his cellphone, smoking the blunt he tried to give my brother. I decided to stay over for dinner and watch over Aaron to make sure he didn't go back over there. Who knew what kind of deep shit he got himself into.
Hamm: Ayo nigga, we need to talk...meet me at the place...ASAP...!
I kind of felt like he was in over his head...
The sun was blasting all over California, it almost felt like Satan's ass out here. I was dressed in a white tanktop with a pair of jeans on and black and white sneakers. I had a pair of sunshades on my face as I stood in front of my black truck. The Big L had been waiting for two weeks, two weeks to get his hands on two men who've gotten over on him in the past month. I hold my right index finger out with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: For two weeks, The Big L has had a clock goin' on inside of his head, 14 days in total, he's been waitin' for that alarm to go off inside of his noggin. The signal, being the day he gets to put two boots up two asses back in beautiful San Diego. Last time, The Big L got caught sleepin', Johnny Cannon after The Big L thought we were on the same page, got distracted by LEGION bullshit. It cost us a chance to get the belts together, but now? Now we got two new partners and now we get to race to see who let who down. The Big L asked Frost to give'em someone who liked to kick ass, he ask'em bossman to give him a badass just like The Big L. So Rufus Frost picked up a phone, and out of the goodness of his heart he got him a beast, he got him The BIG....BAD....Justin Brooks. He's got the same mindset as The Big L, he's got the same genetics like The Big L. COMPETITION flows through his veins like Niagara Falls just like The Big L. With the both of us together ain't a damn person or GROUP that can stop us.
But oh, you got LEGION, "Gods" so called "Gods" who think they can run Exodus into the ground and crush it under their feet. They think because they got a goat in Magnus Gunner, a drugged up Ken doll in Kliff Ulysses, a walkin' Pokémon in Gouken, and Daisuke's favorite play thing Kameron Chase, they can do what they want. No, no, no see that's where your wrong. See The Big L knows one thing about war, one KEY thing about war: If you take out their top guns, the army will fall. Daisuke and Gouken are put in the ring with me and Brooks. I wanna talk to you both because you're stuck with this idea that The Big L and Justin Brooks ain't gonna stomp that ass up and down this ring. Let's get at Dick-suke for a moment because he got the most mouth out of everyone in his little jerk circle.
I adjust slightly and raise my head in a dignified manner, keeping my sunshade protected eyes glued on the lens.
Steve Lenton: I keep hearin' you talking, and each time you speak I cover my mouth and nose up, why? Because everything you say is full of shit. Wanna know what makes you less of a man? Threatenin' another man's family. Wanna know what'll get your ass kicked? Threatenin' another man's family and thinkin' he's not going try and make you eat your own egg roll...!! Iwakuma, last time I was in the ring with you, you got me, really good. See you got me when I wasn't focused on you, you got me when I had my back turned, and you got to retain. Good for you Dick-suke, you lived to fight another day. But don't you ever...EVER....talk like The Big L ain't a big F'N deal. You wanna talk about how the sword and shield of LEGION is a divine weapon? Well the Big L's got a divine weapon himself, and it's locked cocked and ready to strike like it was forged from God's VERY flames. The Big L's divine weapon is his fist, and he's gonna knock your teeth out so we don't gotta listen to....
I take my glasses off, and cross my eyes making my mouth seem like it didn't have any teeth.
"Daisuke Iwakuma" (toothless): Wee arr Lee-on. Wee arr minneh. *spit drool*
I go back with a serious glare and slowly place my glasses back on.
Steve Lenton: Leavein' you spittin' and droolin' with your dumbass. You ain't got a slightest clue how bad I wanna mud stomp you and your Neo-Pet Gouken into that damn ring. Speaking of Gouken, I've had a score to settle with him since March of War where he thought it was a brilliant idea for him to get his lil Pichu sister Kanna to help him win. Gouken, you're suppose to be a monster, a big beast of a man, but you left March of War like a rat...a rodent who has to steal from others. Your sister seems to not understand that if she wants to get involved in your ass kickin' I don't discriminate. So once she tries that B.S. like last time I'm gonna take her, I'm gonna take her string bean ass and I'm gonna beat you while using her as a weapon. I ain't got time for LEGION's shit, in fact NO ONE has time for it. So Gouken your idea of getting in this ring and trying to recant what happened a month back...? It's gone. When I step into that ring with ONE THOUSAND....
I smirk and hold up my index finger one more time, remembering Brook had my back in this match.
Steve Lenton: And ONE havin' my back, you and your lil' master Iwakuma will know what time it is. I'm gettin' two for one, The Big L is going to make sure this opportunity doesn't go to waste like last time. I'll be seeing you bastards later.
I walked away and got inside of my truck, I started it up and began to make my way to the arena. It was time I got some payback, and Daisuke and Gouken were gonna pay me in full.
Fade. Static. End.
...Whenever I know that I can do something amazing and not capitalize on it, I get angry. I know what my abilities are, and I know what I CAN DO...when I showcase them. But there are people out there, people who think that I’m all talk and no bite, and those people, the same ones who scrutinize me get a big surprise at the end of the day. Because no matter what people are gonna talk, they’ll say you past your prime, they’ll say you can’t cut it, they will try and downgrade you your entire life. But you have to push those negative thoughts out of your mind and focus on the grand scheme of things.
I wrestle not because it makes me feel better about myself, I don’t have self esteem issues. Wrestling is a challenging mountain that I’m willing to climb. I know there are bumps in the path that I’m goin’ but that’s the price you pay when you train and do what you can to reach that level that epitomizes that you’re MADE it. Iwakuma and Gouken are two big ass roadblocks in the way of me and Justin Brooks. When I look at my partner Brooks and I see that desire to put LEGION’s ass on the curb with the rest of the garbage in Exodus, I know he’s got my back.
See, last time when I was in the ring with these two sons of bitches, I was either screwed or taken off my game by their lil’ group of paint sniffers. Now that I don’t have distractions taking me from my goals...I can finally deliver these ass whooping's to these two bastards that sprang from the boil on the ass of humanity LEGION. They’ve been LONG overdue, you can all them...early Christmas presents...from The Big L...
To Them.
The air was heavy with heat and the smell was strong with the scent of fresh cut grass. There was a light breeze to counterweight the heat. It helped me a bit on my run. I had Kool and the Gang on blast on my MP3 player, my eyes locked on the sidewalk as sweat started to pour down my body. I was trying to stay fit, hoping to keep my body in shape. Months had past, the Draft came and I didn’t get picked. I had people try and cheer me up, telling me that someone would have to pick me up. Me? I was a bit heartbroken, all of the work I put in, everything...it wasn't good enough. This case, it ruined my chance, that was until I got a call from the Buffalo Bills to come out for tryouts. There was a gleam of hope for me after all. I was focused, ready and willing to go through anything to get on the roster. I dieted, I lifted until my arms were tired, and I ran...constantly. I had gone five miles and stopped by my parent's house. I lived pretty close by, I was in an apartment complex nearby. Dad was probably still at work. Even at fifty-two he was still trying to earn money before retirement. Honestly I didn't think he'd retire until he was completely grey in the face.
He worked as a supervisor in the naval shipyard and he was good at his job. With the certificates and awards he had hanging around the living room you can see what I mean by that. My mom was probably out, running errands, or just going for a walk. I'd usually see her cooking in the kitchen when I stopped by sometimes, but housewives need exercise too. That meant my little brother would be home, Aaron. Sometimes I cringe at the fact he still lived here, after all of the crap he talked about moving out he still sat his ass down and played Playstation all day long. He was 18 years old and was the problem child out of the two of us. He started to hang out with some bad people who influenced him and started to act like he was some thug from the streets. My mom and dad nearly worried themselves to death over him and me? I was the one who had to set him straight. My dad was getting older and couldn't deal with him, so I had to be the one who facilitated the ass kicking if he did something stupid.
Lately he had taken up the habit of smoking inside of their house and blaring some shitty rap music from the computer. I opened the door and heard it on full blast and him on the phone with a PS2 controller in his hand. I looked at him and shook my head as I walked over towards the computer and turned the music off. I gave him this look as he didn't seem to pay me any mind.
Steve Lenton: ...Aaron.
Aaron Lenton: That's what I'm sayin' dude..! Hahaaa!!
Steve Lenton: Yo...!
Aaron Lenton: Then she was actin' all mad cause I ain't wanna go out. I'm like, you need to chill the fuck out with your tone--
I snatched the phone away from him and hold it up to my ear.
Steve Lenton: Hello, yes, Aaron's busy at the moment he'll call you back.
He got up pissed at me and looked me in the eye.
Aaron Lenton: Fuck is wrong witchu son?!
Steve Lenton: First of all watch your tone in another person's house. Secondly it's 1 in the afternoon, why the Hell aren't you in school...?
Aaron Lenton: It was half a day.
Steve Lenton: It's May Aaron, I swear you can be so...siiigh. Where's mom at?
Aaron Lenton: She went for a walk, she's probably gonna go get some shit for dinner or somethin' I dunno. What I do know is you're fuckin' rude hangin' up on someone I was talkin' to.
Steve Lenton: You don't pay their phone bill or their electrical, so I don't wanna hear that B.S.
Aaron Lenton: Yooo, you're gonna stop talkin' to me like that.
Steve Lenton: Don't make me shove this phone down your throat....
Aaron Lenton: Whatever.
Steve Lenton: If you put this much effort into skipping school, you wouldn't have gotten cut from the football team.
Aaron Lenton: Fuck them! I got talent, they just too dumb to see it, they lame asses.
Steve Lenton: Smoking and drinking won't help you make the team. It takes hard work to do it, you can't think things will COME to you, you gotta work for'em...!
Aaron Lenton: Says Mr. I-Take-Bribes--
Steve Lenton: Shut your mouth about that. I heard enough from them...I don't need to hear it from YOU....
He scoffed at me, looking me up and down like I weren't somebody. He brushed pass me and towards the door.
Steve Lenton: Where are you going...?
Aaron Lenton: To speak to Hamm.
Steve Lenton: Didn't mom and dad tell you that dude is bad news...
Aaron Lenton: Why you gotta judge the peoples I hang out with? You need to judge yourself before you judge other people.
Steve Lenton: You know what kinda person he is and how much of a bad influence he is on people around him. You need to stay away from him or else he's gonna introduce you to some more problems.
Aaron Lenton: ....I'm out.
He closed the door behind him, I open it up and watch him go down the street. Roger Hamm was a dude who had a habit of talking to dudes who would do his dirty work. He was into everything, drugs, guns, and talked about making his own adult film company. He always rubbed me the wrong way even when I was still in high school. Hamm had a problem with everyone in our neighborhood and was always starting something with someone. He saw my brother as someone he could mold into one of his soldiers. Me, I tried to stop it, but Aaron was always thick in the skull, you couldn't tell him shit. I didn't want him around Aaron, so I decided to try and get him to do something to preoccupy himself. I walked down the street and tried to look casual. Aaron saw me and rolled his eyes as Hamm offered him a blunt. I tookit away from Aaron who gave me a stare.
Aaron Lenton: Will you leave me alone...?! Shit.
Steve Lenton: Listen, mom just called, she said she wants you to go to the bread store down the street to pick up some bread.
Aaron Lenton: Annnd, why can't you do it?
Steve Lenton: I got business to handle at home and you live there so...here's $20 you can get some of those snack cakes you like.
He looked at the money then back at Hamm. He shrugged his shoulders and took the money from my hands.
Aaron Lenton: Fine, I'll be back my dude.
Hamm: I'ma be here.
He lit the blunt and gave me a shit eating grin.
Hamm: Damn lil' homie...you grew up big huh...?
Steve Lenton: Yeah, things change y'know?
Hamm: F'sho. How you livin' life m'nigga?
Steve Lenton: Tryna get it anyway I can, tryin' to get into pro ball.
Hamm: Oh yeah, yeah Aaron was tellin' me about that shit son, some hard times.
Steve Lenton: That's how life goes.
Hamm: Me and Aaron have been talkin' about some ventures y'know what I'm sayin?' Tryna put some change in his pockets.
Steve Lenton: Is that right?
Hamm: I think this might be a good bet. Seein' as you ain't got shit to fall back on, I could help you out too. Look out for you...
Steve Lenton: I'm good, I'm headed up to Buffalo...tryouts.
Hamm: Word...? Huh.
Steve Lenton: ...What? Wassup?
I forced a grin on my face, kind of confused as to what was going on in his fucked up head.
Hamm: Naw it's nothin' yo I gotta make a phone call, so....
Steve Lenton: ....Right.
I got this funny feeling from him, like he was plotting. I turned to see him on his cellphone, smoking the blunt he tried to give my brother. I decided to stay over for dinner and watch over Aaron to make sure he didn't go back over there. Who knew what kind of deep shit he got himself into.
Hamm: Ayo nigga, we need to talk...meet me at the place...ASAP...!
I kind of felt like he was in over his head...
The sun was blasting all over California, it almost felt like Satan's ass out here. I was dressed in a white tanktop with a pair of jeans on and black and white sneakers. I had a pair of sunshades on my face as I stood in front of my black truck. The Big L had been waiting for two weeks, two weeks to get his hands on two men who've gotten over on him in the past month. I hold my right index finger out with a smirk.
Steve Lenton: For two weeks, The Big L has had a clock goin' on inside of his head, 14 days in total, he's been waitin' for that alarm to go off inside of his noggin. The signal, being the day he gets to put two boots up two asses back in beautiful San Diego. Last time, The Big L got caught sleepin', Johnny Cannon after The Big L thought we were on the same page, got distracted by LEGION bullshit. It cost us a chance to get the belts together, but now? Now we got two new partners and now we get to race to see who let who down. The Big L asked Frost to give'em someone who liked to kick ass, he ask'em bossman to give him a badass just like The Big L. So Rufus Frost picked up a phone, and out of the goodness of his heart he got him a beast, he got him The BIG....BAD....Justin Brooks. He's got the same mindset as The Big L, he's got the same genetics like The Big L. COMPETITION flows through his veins like Niagara Falls just like The Big L. With the both of us together ain't a damn person or GROUP that can stop us.
But oh, you got LEGION, "Gods" so called "Gods" who think they can run Exodus into the ground and crush it under their feet. They think because they got a goat in Magnus Gunner, a drugged up Ken doll in Kliff Ulysses, a walkin' Pokémon in Gouken, and Daisuke's favorite play thing Kameron Chase, they can do what they want. No, no, no see that's where your wrong. See The Big L knows one thing about war, one KEY thing about war: If you take out their top guns, the army will fall. Daisuke and Gouken are put in the ring with me and Brooks. I wanna talk to you both because you're stuck with this idea that The Big L and Justin Brooks ain't gonna stomp that ass up and down this ring. Let's get at Dick-suke for a moment because he got the most mouth out of everyone in his little jerk circle.
I adjust slightly and raise my head in a dignified manner, keeping my sunshade protected eyes glued on the lens.
Steve Lenton: I keep hearin' you talking, and each time you speak I cover my mouth and nose up, why? Because everything you say is full of shit. Wanna know what makes you less of a man? Threatenin' another man's family. Wanna know what'll get your ass kicked? Threatenin' another man's family and thinkin' he's not going try and make you eat your own egg roll...!! Iwakuma, last time I was in the ring with you, you got me, really good. See you got me when I wasn't focused on you, you got me when I had my back turned, and you got to retain. Good for you Dick-suke, you lived to fight another day. But don't you ever...EVER....talk like The Big L ain't a big F'N deal. You wanna talk about how the sword and shield of LEGION is a divine weapon? Well the Big L's got a divine weapon himself, and it's locked cocked and ready to strike like it was forged from God's VERY flames. The Big L's divine weapon is his fist, and he's gonna knock your teeth out so we don't gotta listen to....
I take my glasses off, and cross my eyes making my mouth seem like it didn't have any teeth.
"Daisuke Iwakuma" (toothless): Wee arr Lee-on. Wee arr minneh. *spit drool*
I go back with a serious glare and slowly place my glasses back on.
Steve Lenton: Leavein' you spittin' and droolin' with your dumbass. You ain't got a slightest clue how bad I wanna mud stomp you and your Neo-Pet Gouken into that damn ring. Speaking of Gouken, I've had a score to settle with him since March of War where he thought it was a brilliant idea for him to get his lil Pichu sister Kanna to help him win. Gouken, you're suppose to be a monster, a big beast of a man, but you left March of War like a rat...a rodent who has to steal from others. Your sister seems to not understand that if she wants to get involved in your ass kickin' I don't discriminate. So once she tries that B.S. like last time I'm gonna take her, I'm gonna take her string bean ass and I'm gonna beat you while using her as a weapon. I ain't got time for LEGION's shit, in fact NO ONE has time for it. So Gouken your idea of getting in this ring and trying to recant what happened a month back...? It's gone. When I step into that ring with ONE THOUSAND....
I smirk and hold up my index finger one more time, remembering Brook had my back in this match.
Steve Lenton: And ONE havin' my back, you and your lil' master Iwakuma will know what time it is. I'm gettin' two for one, The Big L is going to make sure this opportunity doesn't go to waste like last time. I'll be seeing you bastards later.
I walked away and got inside of my truck, I started it up and began to make my way to the arena. It was time I got some payback, and Daisuke and Gouken were gonna pay me in full.
Fade. Static. End.