Post by PANTHRO on Apr 5, 2013 15:57:12 GMT -6
Prologue: Commitment
When the team needs me I’m always there to back them up. When they think they can’t go I’m the guy who they talk to when they need to get their head in the game. If they mess up I tell them what they need to do so it won’t happen again. They were family, and just like any member of a family you look out for one another. They were brothers, people I had to watch over because I was the anchor for this team. Sometimes I felt more than that, more like a father figure for them all. I had a job that didn’t pay, well not really a job more like a duty to my school and community; A commitment.
Exodus Pro Wrestling welcomed me in even though they took a gamble on signing me, even though I was still green...they accepted me. And so when they gave me a chance to take away the titles from LEGION with Johnny Cannon I played my part, I was ready to work and ready to show these guys dressed in their black and clad, and spewin’ bullshit left and right that WE....were just as well oiled and just as prepared like they were. And in that instant we were taken off our game, at the end of it all we went our separate ways. So now we meet again, we’re inside of this TLC match, dangerous and ruthless. A personal playground for these guys who like to jump around like they didn’t take 5th grade science and read about “gravity”.
They put Brooks and myself in this match and THUS...making the stakes even higher. Whoever gets the belts, whoever survives this brutal Hell, they better...drag Ninth Gate along with them. The name of the game is to make sure LEGION never holds onto another belt ever again. Understand this, I am competitive, I like the challenge, and I will not allow any team to reach those belts. No, no, I never said I’d let any of ya’ll win, I said...make sure Ninth Gate...LOSES. And that’s only going to be decided once we get rid of them. You all are great teams in your own right, but SUNDAY, The Big L and The Big Bad Justin Brooks....are....
TAG. TEAM. CHAMPIONS.
C’MON LENTON PUSH IT!!!!
I let out a grunt hitting a pad with my left hand. Another hit of a second pad. Another pad got knocked down without a problem. I ran at the dummy on a pad block and hit it hard and started to push. There was the whistle and the coach stepped off looking at me. I took my helmet off and was literally pouring sweat. New York’s heat was something I hadn’t experienced during the summer. Unless we had a game against Rutgers or Syracuse that was enough for me. But with the pads and helmet...sigh....if you didn’t know in 2005 they didn’t have a lot of ventilation in these uniforms.
After Korey Stringer’s death four years back from heat stroke they were trying to prevent this from happening. The helmets they gave us had some air blowing inside of it, but not much. The linebacker coach at that time was Don Blackmon, tough guy back in the 80’s for the New England Patriots. However it ended his career short after six years in the league. He was eying me for a while I was a bit nervous as how he wanted to take me. I mean, I had been in the news for so long and I had people giving me funny glares when I stepped on camp...it was just...weird. They saw the talent, they just didn’t know why the fuck I went undrafted. I remember overhearing the coaching staff when they reviewed the rookies who went undrafted and came to tryout. “He’s steal...” All that kind of shit...
He stood beside me while I tried to catch my breath.
Don Blackmon: Your mechanics are a little iffy. Your snap count is great, but your burst is slow.
Steve Lenton: Sorry coach...
Don Blackmon: When you’re coming through the middle of those linemen, you have to have some speed and you’ve got a lil’ bit but it’s NOT enough. You need to get in the gym more....
Steve Lenton: ....Yes coach.
Ever felt like someone PUNCHED you in the gut with reality? That’s how I felt, I guess for a steal I was sloppy. That was okay I’d just have to work harder. I got in the gym, I ran, I did everything I could do to stay on the roster for at least one preseason game. Most of the guys still treated me like I was suspect. I tried to win them over with my hard work...they weren’t having it. I didn’t feel in place and it made my workouts suffer. Coach Blackmon saw that, and he let the coach know.
For a “steal” I wasn’t training like one. I messed up on plays and got an earful from the coaches. After the last bit I started to get better, they saw a bit of progress. Maybe I’d make third string at best. Playing behind London Fletcher wasn’t such a bad idea. Yeah, a bit of optimism would help me out. So they sent me back home and told me they’d call me. I paced my apartment floor, I forgot how long, maybe two...three hours....waiting. Then I’d rest, eat, get back up and hope I didn’t miss the front office’s call. I set up a small little camp in my living room and fell asleep on my couch. My phone rang and I shot up. I cleared my throat and stood up tall.
Steve Lenton: Hello?!
Aaron Lenton: Yo Steve.
I sighed and glared out shaking my head some.
Steve Lenton: What do you need Aaron...?
Aaron Lenton: Uhm...can you come get me out of jail...?
Steve Lenton: What the Hell are you doing in jail....?!
Aaron Lenton: Stop asking questions and pick me up?!
I didn’t have time for this, I was stressed out and a bit upset that it was taking so long for this team to call me back. I pace the floor with the phone literally GLUED to my ear to hear this story, it had to be a good one.
Steve Lenton: How about this, I call Dad, and let him know you’re in there. He leaves you in there for as long as they can hold you, and then when you DO get out...? Your crap gets put out on the sidewalk, how about that?
Aaron Lenton: FINE, shit, aight. M’boys were in the car and they had some weed on’em.
Malik and Terrell...two dumbasses who dropped out awhile back and were trying to Aaron down with’em. Knowing these fools it wasn’t just weed.
Steve Lenton: What did the cops find in the car Aaron...?
Aaron Lenton: JUST....WEED.
Steve Lenton: You and I both know how Malik and Terrell play, they play hard even when the sun is still in the fuckin’ sky. Now I’m going to ask again and if you lie to me, I hang up: What...was in....the car.
He went silent for a quick minute, then exhaled slowly.
Aaron Lenton: Malik had a heater in his glove compartment and it wasn’t registered.
Steve Lenton: Siiiigh, fuck Aaron.....
Aaron Lenton: YO I DID NOT KNOW it was in the car...!
Steve Lenton: I’m going to pick you up, and those idiots and we’re going to talk to their parents, INCLUDING our mom and dad--
Aaron Lenton: Yo c’mon now...--
Steve Lenton: I don’t want to hear it from you...!! I’m coming....bye.
I hung up and just flopped on the couch with a groan. This could not be happening. I picked up my car keys and went out the door. There I saw him, staring me down with that same ugly smile. Hamm was in front of me with a cigarette bumping loud music in the parking lot.
Roger Hamm: Wassup Big Steve...?
Steve Lenton: Hey, what are you doing here, how’d you get my address?
I asked this in a polite tone and with a smirk. He shrugged his shoulders with that shit eating smirk.
Roger Hamm: Your brother can’t keep secrets worth shit hehe...I wanted to talk to you about somethin’...
Steve Lenton: Hey, can this wait, I gotta pick Aaron up and--
His yellow eyes glanced at me as he took a puff of his cigarette.
Roger Hamm: I’ll give you a ride, save you some gas money. *chuckle*
Steve Lenton: Naw, I’m straight.
Roger Hamm: C’mon nigga, I’m tryna do you a favor. Don’t leave my ass hangin’....
Steve Lenton: .....
I clenched my teeth hard, I didn’t want any trouble and wouldn’t be able to deal with whatever bullshit he’d do if I said “No” again. I just walked towards his old Cadillac and got in. He smirked and blew smoke out of his nose.
Roger Hamm: So...where we headed?
Steve Lenton: ....Downtown Hampton. Aaron’s in jail.
He nods his head and we drive off. Somehow I felt....this ride was gonna get a little rough....
The land of the Rising Sun, it was beautiful here, the people, the buildings, the culture, all of it was so amazing and I wanted to take it all in. In fact I wanted to stay here, but...I had other obligations to take care of. The scenary behind me was amazing, I was in Canal City in Fokouka, Japan after an amazing show with the company KJPW. I was in a white dress hirt, the sleeves were rolled up, along with a pair of nice black slacks, and black loafers. I had a pair of glasses on the top of my head glaring at the camera with a big smirk.
Steve Lenton: Sunday night....The Big L is on a mission. Sunday night will be one of The Big L’s shining moments when he steps into the ring, ONCE MORE, with his partner The Big Bad JUSTIN BROOKS...where we fight against LEGION’s Ninth Gate, Dick-suke Iwakuma and Kamer Chase, Johnny Cannon and Abby Park, and finally Pat Gordon Jr. and Tiami Tyler! Now The Big L had respect for the two other teams, but what he doesn’t respect and will NEVER, EVER respect...is LEGION. We got Daisuke over here, still slurring his words, still sounding like he took some novacaine and ain’t gotta good grasp on what he wants to say.
See, Iwakuma, you don’t get it, and I blame your lil’ group for that because they can’t seem to pry their heads out of your ass. Shit, you’re gonna need the Jaws of Life to pry most of your team out of there. Because you Iwakuma, you ain’t got a CLUE...as to what you’re doing. You continue to think you can play these games, you continue to think that you can get in people’s heads, and you continue to think that your ass has eaten enough of Brooks and my boot. Well lemme tell you something, I’m pretty sure we can cram another 14 inch boot down your throat!!
Iwakuma...for the past two months....you have disrespected EXODUS Pro, and your team has gone across the Pacific Ocean and has disrespected the people of Japan. You have tried your hardest try and make this into some kind of movement, it’s a bowel movement I give you that, but it is not a solid MOVEMENT. Because you believe you have the power and the numbers, but with my teammate by my side, your chances just went from 99.99999% ....
I make an “O” with my right hand with a serious glare on my face.
Steve Lenton: To ZERO. I came to Exodus Pro Wrestling, they welcomed me like I had been with the roster for YEARS, I’ve made this my home, I’ve made FRIENDS here, and you want to threaten MY PEACE because you think you’re the big kids of the playground. Task, task, shame on you. See while there are people who will stand up for what they believe is right, ain’t no way in the darkest depths of Hell people like you will succeed. And we might fall down as a group, we might get beat down, ambushed, blindsided, have our CAREERS END; But...never, ever, EVER, will we stop fighting. Inside of my chest, beats a heart, and that heart pumps blood into my veins, and those veins carry everything inside of me. My dedication, my determination, and my HUNGER for gold. You and your greasy rockstar Kameron Chase have that gold. Don’t matter if there’s a table, a ladder, or a damn chair involved. You will NOT leave Invincible with the Tag Team Championships!
I stop for a moment and rotate my shoulders, calm and slow I rose my head up a bit looking at the camera lens as it took along the background along with me. I lick my eyes and squint them, before holding my right hand out lightly towards the lens.
Steve Lenton: I wanna talk to the other teams, especially, Cannon and Park because, I understand what you both went through. You two have been rivals for a long, long time, had some bad ass matches, You tore the house down, made the son of a bitch rock everytime you stepped in San Diego! Cannon you’re rough, tough, and full of piss n’ vinegar when it comes to matches like this; The big matches that could define your career. When you step up you make amazing things happen. And I respect the Hell out of you for that because you and Abby Park are perfect together because of that clutch factor.
I adjust myself with a serious expression, look dead center at this camera.
Steve Lenton: BUT, and this is a biiiiig, big but, that does not mean you’re going to win. Cannon, you praised me and my partner, made us feel good, thank you. But Cannon, when I get in that ring, I won’t remember Johnny Cannon who respect what we bring to the table. No, I’ll remember Johnny Cannon, the spiky haired jackass who left me to take the heat when we faced Ninth Gate the first time and cost us the tag team belts. The Big L takes most of the blame because he got caught lookin’ for you. Now...? Now, he knows right where you are, on the opposite side of the ring. I respect you, what you are, what you can be Johnny, and no disrespect to your partner Abby Park, she’s one tough lil’ mama; But one of us has the better team and we WILL have the final results at the end of the night.
To Pat Gordon and to Tiami Tyler. I’ve stepped in the ring with Tyler, she’s a tough pussy cat, showed a lot of heart when I debuted here. Now she’s got a partner, a journeyman so to speak in Gordon. A wildcard, unpredictable, the team no one really knows about and has no clue what your potential could be. All I know is this, when you get in that ring, you’re a threat, like King fukin’ Kong. You’re trying to take away gold from me and my boy Justin, you wanna take those belts. Well, as the old sayin’ goes: “You want some? Come get some.” You wanna get the belts? You go through two beasts. And believe me when I tell you two, and Tiami can vouch for this, when it comes to winning The Big L pulls NO punches!!
I go silent and my eyes glow determination....I take my shades off of my forehead.
Steve Lenton: ....Ninth Gate...LEGION....you've had your fun. It was nice while it lasted with you trying to destroy EXODUS. The Big L...will not...allow you to continue to try and demolish his home. Let me be clear, The Big L, will not allow LEGION to leave INVINCIBLE...with gold. I'll see you all in Cali...for now...I'll enjoy my last few days in Japan.
I wink and put my sunshades on, I walk away into the group of Japanese who talked amongst themselves as they shopped in the giant size mall. The scene begins to fade, and so will LEGION's dictatorship....
Fade. Static. End.
When the team needs me I’m always there to back them up. When they think they can’t go I’m the guy who they talk to when they need to get their head in the game. If they mess up I tell them what they need to do so it won’t happen again. They were family, and just like any member of a family you look out for one another. They were brothers, people I had to watch over because I was the anchor for this team. Sometimes I felt more than that, more like a father figure for them all. I had a job that didn’t pay, well not really a job more like a duty to my school and community; A commitment.
Exodus Pro Wrestling welcomed me in even though they took a gamble on signing me, even though I was still green...they accepted me. And so when they gave me a chance to take away the titles from LEGION with Johnny Cannon I played my part, I was ready to work and ready to show these guys dressed in their black and clad, and spewin’ bullshit left and right that WE....were just as well oiled and just as prepared like they were. And in that instant we were taken off our game, at the end of it all we went our separate ways. So now we meet again, we’re inside of this TLC match, dangerous and ruthless. A personal playground for these guys who like to jump around like they didn’t take 5th grade science and read about “gravity”.
They put Brooks and myself in this match and THUS...making the stakes even higher. Whoever gets the belts, whoever survives this brutal Hell, they better...drag Ninth Gate along with them. The name of the game is to make sure LEGION never holds onto another belt ever again. Understand this, I am competitive, I like the challenge, and I will not allow any team to reach those belts. No, no, I never said I’d let any of ya’ll win, I said...make sure Ninth Gate...LOSES. And that’s only going to be decided once we get rid of them. You all are great teams in your own right, but SUNDAY, The Big L and The Big Bad Justin Brooks....are....
TAG. TEAM. CHAMPIONS.
C’MON LENTON PUSH IT!!!!
I let out a grunt hitting a pad with my left hand. Another hit of a second pad. Another pad got knocked down without a problem. I ran at the dummy on a pad block and hit it hard and started to push. There was the whistle and the coach stepped off looking at me. I took my helmet off and was literally pouring sweat. New York’s heat was something I hadn’t experienced during the summer. Unless we had a game against Rutgers or Syracuse that was enough for me. But with the pads and helmet...sigh....if you didn’t know in 2005 they didn’t have a lot of ventilation in these uniforms.
After Korey Stringer’s death four years back from heat stroke they were trying to prevent this from happening. The helmets they gave us had some air blowing inside of it, but not much. The linebacker coach at that time was Don Blackmon, tough guy back in the 80’s for the New England Patriots. However it ended his career short after six years in the league. He was eying me for a while I was a bit nervous as how he wanted to take me. I mean, I had been in the news for so long and I had people giving me funny glares when I stepped on camp...it was just...weird. They saw the talent, they just didn’t know why the fuck I went undrafted. I remember overhearing the coaching staff when they reviewed the rookies who went undrafted and came to tryout. “He’s steal...” All that kind of shit...
He stood beside me while I tried to catch my breath.
Don Blackmon: Your mechanics are a little iffy. Your snap count is great, but your burst is slow.
Steve Lenton: Sorry coach...
Don Blackmon: When you’re coming through the middle of those linemen, you have to have some speed and you’ve got a lil’ bit but it’s NOT enough. You need to get in the gym more....
Steve Lenton: ....Yes coach.
Ever felt like someone PUNCHED you in the gut with reality? That’s how I felt, I guess for a steal I was sloppy. That was okay I’d just have to work harder. I got in the gym, I ran, I did everything I could do to stay on the roster for at least one preseason game. Most of the guys still treated me like I was suspect. I tried to win them over with my hard work...they weren’t having it. I didn’t feel in place and it made my workouts suffer. Coach Blackmon saw that, and he let the coach know.
For a “steal” I wasn’t training like one. I messed up on plays and got an earful from the coaches. After the last bit I started to get better, they saw a bit of progress. Maybe I’d make third string at best. Playing behind London Fletcher wasn’t such a bad idea. Yeah, a bit of optimism would help me out. So they sent me back home and told me they’d call me. I paced my apartment floor, I forgot how long, maybe two...three hours....waiting. Then I’d rest, eat, get back up and hope I didn’t miss the front office’s call. I set up a small little camp in my living room and fell asleep on my couch. My phone rang and I shot up. I cleared my throat and stood up tall.
Steve Lenton: Hello?!
Aaron Lenton: Yo Steve.
I sighed and glared out shaking my head some.
Steve Lenton: What do you need Aaron...?
Aaron Lenton: Uhm...can you come get me out of jail...?
Steve Lenton: What the Hell are you doing in jail....?!
Aaron Lenton: Stop asking questions and pick me up?!
I didn’t have time for this, I was stressed out and a bit upset that it was taking so long for this team to call me back. I pace the floor with the phone literally GLUED to my ear to hear this story, it had to be a good one.
Steve Lenton: How about this, I call Dad, and let him know you’re in there. He leaves you in there for as long as they can hold you, and then when you DO get out...? Your crap gets put out on the sidewalk, how about that?
Aaron Lenton: FINE, shit, aight. M’boys were in the car and they had some weed on’em.
Malik and Terrell...two dumbasses who dropped out awhile back and were trying to Aaron down with’em. Knowing these fools it wasn’t just weed.
Steve Lenton: What did the cops find in the car Aaron...?
Aaron Lenton: JUST....WEED.
Steve Lenton: You and I both know how Malik and Terrell play, they play hard even when the sun is still in the fuckin’ sky. Now I’m going to ask again and if you lie to me, I hang up: What...was in....the car.
He went silent for a quick minute, then exhaled slowly.
Aaron Lenton: Malik had a heater in his glove compartment and it wasn’t registered.
Steve Lenton: Siiiigh, fuck Aaron.....
Aaron Lenton: YO I DID NOT KNOW it was in the car...!
Steve Lenton: I’m going to pick you up, and those idiots and we’re going to talk to their parents, INCLUDING our mom and dad--
Aaron Lenton: Yo c’mon now...--
Steve Lenton: I don’t want to hear it from you...!! I’m coming....bye.
I hung up and just flopped on the couch with a groan. This could not be happening. I picked up my car keys and went out the door. There I saw him, staring me down with that same ugly smile. Hamm was in front of me with a cigarette bumping loud music in the parking lot.
Roger Hamm: Wassup Big Steve...?
Steve Lenton: Hey, what are you doing here, how’d you get my address?
I asked this in a polite tone and with a smirk. He shrugged his shoulders with that shit eating smirk.
Roger Hamm: Your brother can’t keep secrets worth shit hehe...I wanted to talk to you about somethin’...
Steve Lenton: Hey, can this wait, I gotta pick Aaron up and--
His yellow eyes glanced at me as he took a puff of his cigarette.
Roger Hamm: I’ll give you a ride, save you some gas money. *chuckle*
Steve Lenton: Naw, I’m straight.
Roger Hamm: C’mon nigga, I’m tryna do you a favor. Don’t leave my ass hangin’....
Steve Lenton: .....
I clenched my teeth hard, I didn’t want any trouble and wouldn’t be able to deal with whatever bullshit he’d do if I said “No” again. I just walked towards his old Cadillac and got in. He smirked and blew smoke out of his nose.
Roger Hamm: So...where we headed?
Steve Lenton: ....Downtown Hampton. Aaron’s in jail.
He nods his head and we drive off. Somehow I felt....this ride was gonna get a little rough....
The land of the Rising Sun, it was beautiful here, the people, the buildings, the culture, all of it was so amazing and I wanted to take it all in. In fact I wanted to stay here, but...I had other obligations to take care of. The scenary behind me was amazing, I was in Canal City in Fokouka, Japan after an amazing show with the company KJPW. I was in a white dress hirt, the sleeves were rolled up, along with a pair of nice black slacks, and black loafers. I had a pair of glasses on the top of my head glaring at the camera with a big smirk.
Steve Lenton: Sunday night....The Big L is on a mission. Sunday night will be one of The Big L’s shining moments when he steps into the ring, ONCE MORE, with his partner The Big Bad JUSTIN BROOKS...where we fight against LEGION’s Ninth Gate, Dick-suke Iwakuma and Kamer Chase, Johnny Cannon and Abby Park, and finally Pat Gordon Jr. and Tiami Tyler! Now The Big L had respect for the two other teams, but what he doesn’t respect and will NEVER, EVER respect...is LEGION. We got Daisuke over here, still slurring his words, still sounding like he took some novacaine and ain’t gotta good grasp on what he wants to say.
See, Iwakuma, you don’t get it, and I blame your lil’ group for that because they can’t seem to pry their heads out of your ass. Shit, you’re gonna need the Jaws of Life to pry most of your team out of there. Because you Iwakuma, you ain’t got a CLUE...as to what you’re doing. You continue to think you can play these games, you continue to think that you can get in people’s heads, and you continue to think that your ass has eaten enough of Brooks and my boot. Well lemme tell you something, I’m pretty sure we can cram another 14 inch boot down your throat!!
Iwakuma...for the past two months....you have disrespected EXODUS Pro, and your team has gone across the Pacific Ocean and has disrespected the people of Japan. You have tried your hardest try and make this into some kind of movement, it’s a bowel movement I give you that, but it is not a solid MOVEMENT. Because you believe you have the power and the numbers, but with my teammate by my side, your chances just went from 99.99999% ....
I make an “O” with my right hand with a serious glare on my face.
Steve Lenton: To ZERO. I came to Exodus Pro Wrestling, they welcomed me like I had been with the roster for YEARS, I’ve made this my home, I’ve made FRIENDS here, and you want to threaten MY PEACE because you think you’re the big kids of the playground. Task, task, shame on you. See while there are people who will stand up for what they believe is right, ain’t no way in the darkest depths of Hell people like you will succeed. And we might fall down as a group, we might get beat down, ambushed, blindsided, have our CAREERS END; But...never, ever, EVER, will we stop fighting. Inside of my chest, beats a heart, and that heart pumps blood into my veins, and those veins carry everything inside of me. My dedication, my determination, and my HUNGER for gold. You and your greasy rockstar Kameron Chase have that gold. Don’t matter if there’s a table, a ladder, or a damn chair involved. You will NOT leave Invincible with the Tag Team Championships!
I stop for a moment and rotate my shoulders, calm and slow I rose my head up a bit looking at the camera lens as it took along the background along with me. I lick my eyes and squint them, before holding my right hand out lightly towards the lens.
Steve Lenton: I wanna talk to the other teams, especially, Cannon and Park because, I understand what you both went through. You two have been rivals for a long, long time, had some bad ass matches, You tore the house down, made the son of a bitch rock everytime you stepped in San Diego! Cannon you’re rough, tough, and full of piss n’ vinegar when it comes to matches like this; The big matches that could define your career. When you step up you make amazing things happen. And I respect the Hell out of you for that because you and Abby Park are perfect together because of that clutch factor.
I adjust myself with a serious expression, look dead center at this camera.
Steve Lenton: BUT, and this is a biiiiig, big but, that does not mean you’re going to win. Cannon, you praised me and my partner, made us feel good, thank you. But Cannon, when I get in that ring, I won’t remember Johnny Cannon who respect what we bring to the table. No, I’ll remember Johnny Cannon, the spiky haired jackass who left me to take the heat when we faced Ninth Gate the first time and cost us the tag team belts. The Big L takes most of the blame because he got caught lookin’ for you. Now...? Now, he knows right where you are, on the opposite side of the ring. I respect you, what you are, what you can be Johnny, and no disrespect to your partner Abby Park, she’s one tough lil’ mama; But one of us has the better team and we WILL have the final results at the end of the night.
To Pat Gordon and to Tiami Tyler. I’ve stepped in the ring with Tyler, she’s a tough pussy cat, showed a lot of heart when I debuted here. Now she’s got a partner, a journeyman so to speak in Gordon. A wildcard, unpredictable, the team no one really knows about and has no clue what your potential could be. All I know is this, when you get in that ring, you’re a threat, like King fukin’ Kong. You’re trying to take away gold from me and my boy Justin, you wanna take those belts. Well, as the old sayin’ goes: “You want some? Come get some.” You wanna get the belts? You go through two beasts. And believe me when I tell you two, and Tiami can vouch for this, when it comes to winning The Big L pulls NO punches!!
I go silent and my eyes glow determination....I take my shades off of my forehead.
Steve Lenton: ....Ninth Gate...LEGION....you've had your fun. It was nice while it lasted with you trying to destroy EXODUS. The Big L...will not...allow you to continue to try and demolish his home. Let me be clear, The Big L, will not allow LEGION to leave INVINCIBLE...with gold. I'll see you all in Cali...for now...I'll enjoy my last few days in Japan.
I wink and put my sunshades on, I walk away into the group of Japanese who talked amongst themselves as they shopped in the giant size mall. The scene begins to fade, and so will LEGION's dictatorship....
Fade. Static. End.