Post by EZRA on Dec 3, 2010 20:18:31 GMT -5
Ahhh.. Finally we are past that final rest stop and soon we shall be at Horizons. This is the big show of the year. That other company has Wrestlemania. That OTHER other company has Bound For Glory. That old company had Starrcade. Well, folks, none of them matter because UGWC has Horizons. We have a stacked card for this show, folks. In the Main Event it is Jet Somers vs Donovan Hastings in what will only be a drama-filled slobberknocker. Then we have Travis Roberts vs Declan Prescott which will surely blow the roof off the place. Hahaha.. you said ‘blow’. Grow up. No, you grow up. Wait, who am I arguing with?
Anyways, on to the rest of the card. We have John Russo vs JK in a the a match for the Cross-Hemisphrere Title. Maybe someday the belt will be held by someone worthy, like Tate Levene. The 2nd match of the night is highly anticipated but never duplicated Carnage match. it’s never duplicated because I, as the all seeing narrator, have no clue what it is. Also, we have the Co-Op Title match that will definitely procure some emotion out of the crowd. Not sure if it will be positive or negative. Only time will tell. Lastly, the opener of the night is possibly another exciting chapter in the Dragon Odyssey with Marek Ryujin Daisuke taking on San Francisco’s Finest, Alex Kiseragi.
Will Declan Prescott be forced to retire? Will we see Alex Kiseragi in drag.. again? Will their be anal-raping hyenas? To find out all of this and more, Tune In or Fuck Off, bitches.
The scene opens up to Ezekiel inside of his church. He appears to be in the basement bedroom. We see a suitcase sitting on the bed with a few items inside of it. Ezekiel sits on the edge of the bed with a small booklet that appears to be a ‘users manual’.
“What in the hell..” he mumbles quietly, obviously unsure of what he is looking at. He closes the booklet, looks it over and opens it back up. “BUDA? As in the little fat guy? It isn’t even spelled right. You’d think that they’d send a booklet in English. Who speaks BUDA? Not this fuckin’ guy.” He gasps and covers his mouth. “Son of a bitch,” he says through his hand before gasping again. “Sorry up there,” he says as he looks upward. “Just a bitch of frustration seeping out.”
Ezekiel uncovers his mouth and opens back up the manual that had fallen to the floor in his panic to try and hide the words he was saying. “If I was that Angel dude from the Tekken games I would just zap this stupid Blu-Ray thing with my laser vision. But, nooooooo. I have to be a realistic angel. Stupid technicalities.” He gets to his feet and walks over towards a small shelf with a television on one level and the fancy looking Blu-Ray player on the next level down. “I didn’t even want the dang thing, dude. Stupid little worshippers got it for me.”
He sighs before kneeling down in front of the Blu-Ray player. “Dude, even the writing on here is in the mystical language of the fat man who can’t spell his name right. What am I supposed to do? Hmm.. Marek is Asian, maybe he knows how to read it. Or Alex. Wait, what if it isn’t Asian. BUDA could be the new Ebonics. Where the hell is Owen Peterson when you need him? This is more confusing then Japanese animated porno.” Zeke pauses as he realizes what he just said. He looks through the fourth wall before continuing. “Uh.. that’s just a guess. I wouldn’t even know what that looked like. Honest.” He continues staring at the fourth wall, causing an awkward silence. He sighs. “Alright, it was just once at Bible Camp and it was WAY before all of this resurrection stuff. My mom made me go because she caught me tokin’ and there was this guy named Bruce and he had these crazy looking socks filled with marbles and.. and.. I’ve said too much.”
With that, Ezekiel gets to his feet and runs out of the room as the scene fades.
After Synergy, we catch up with Marek walking gingerly backstage after being assaulted by Ol’ Bob. He slightly groans as he walks and we see a trainer come up to him.
“Wait,” he pleaded, “you need to go back to the examination room. That was a hard shot.”
“Get out of my way before I break you like a sapling.” was Marek’s reply as he continued down the hallway. The trainer sighed and stepped out of the way.
He made his way into his locker room and sat down on the bench. After rubbing his sore spot a little bit, he slowly bent over and began to untie his boots. After loosening them up, he peels them off before tossing them into a corner next to his bag.
“That stupid bat felt worse than Alex’s Yari Kick.” Even through the pain, Marek managed a slight chuckle. “But that really isn’t saying much.”
Marek gets back to his feet and grabs a towel as he heads towards the bathroom inside his locker room. The scene fades as the door closes.
Most people would ask the simple question of why a person with wings would ride on an airplane. Simple questions deserve simple answers that are actually more questions. Have you ever looked at the distance between Los Angeles and New York?
Now that we have that cleared, the scene opens to Ezekiel shortly after getting through the ridiculous security at LAX. He is slipping his shoes back on before heading towards his gate. Suddenly, he veers towards the Mens Room and darts into a stall.
“Son of an uncle. Damn Chinese food.” he says. The scene fades as he goes for the button on his pants. It fades in shortly after and he is washing his hands. “Phew. That was close one.”
He continues on his way towards the gate and stops suddenly as he hears a whisper.
“Strike two has happened. I won’t forget.”
“What the hell?”
Ezekiel looks around to see where it came from but no one is even close to him.
“This is too friggin weird. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention in Bible Camp.” he shakes his head as he continues down the path dragging his luggage behind. “In the words of Ralphie May, where is a black man with a golf cart when you need it.” The scene fades as Ezekiel gets a few dirty looks, not realizing he said that out loud.
The scene opens to the inside of a place but we aren’t where we left off with Ezekiel. The first shot we see is Marek sitting in a window seat as the place waits to take off.
“Small world.”
He turns to see who was speaking and is surprised to see Rob Cartwright standing in the aisle with his carry-on.
“Son of a bitch.” he says before looking back out the window.
“Relax. It’s not like I requested this seat.”
“Well, since you’re here, should I expect to see Travis?”
“No. Why?”
“Just expected to see him if I saw you.”
Rob smirks and stuffs his carry-on into the overhead compartment and takes his seat. He looks over at Marek.
“I was hoping you’d be a hot chick.”
“Well, I’m not. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Are you nervous about taking on Alex? I talked to him a bit ago and he seemed in the zone.”
“‘In the Zone’? This isn’t the NBA, Rob.”
“You know what I mean, Marek. Not to many people are rooting in your favor.”
“In the last month or so, what makes you think I care about what the ‘people’ think?”
Rob begins to talk but is cut off by the loudspeaker overhead.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” the voice boomed as Marek put his head in his hands. “Due to some technical difficulties, we will be experiencing a small delay of about 45 minutes before take-off. Thank you for being patient.”
Rob lets out a sigh. “At least I’m not sitting next to some annoying kid.”
Marek turns and looks at him before turning his head back toward the window.
“So, if you can’t call yourself the Dragon-God anymore, what are you going to do about the tattoo?” Rob says, pointing toward Marek’s arm.
“Don’t worry about.” he replies. “I’m counting on winning. I don’t look at the glass half empty like most of you sheep.” Rob lets out a light chuckle. “What’s so funny?”
“Sheep? Really? You couldn’t think of anything better?”
Marek sighs again, growing agitated with his seatmate. “Can’t you pester someone else with your peppy attitude?”
“I miss the Marek of old. The one from the GIW Highlight Reel that didn’t talk trash. The one with the broken accent and desire of a young pitbull. What happened to him?”
Marek turns back toward Rob and leans over the armrest, almost nose to nose.
“He died. And like a Phoenix from the ashes, something new has risen.”
“Okay, kid. I understand you were born in a different country and are still somewhat new with American pop culture so I’ll go easy on you. You need to look for some new cliche phrases to say because you sound the stereotypical supervill---.”
Rob is interrupted by Marek grabbing his collar. “One more word and this flight is going to lose a passenger. This conversation is over, Rob.”
Even in the face of danger, Rob smiles as Marek releases his collar. He turns toward the aisle as Marek again returns toward the window. Right before the scene fades you can hear Rob mutter something.
“Oh yeah.. Marek is fucked.”
As that exchange on one place was happening, a very different one was happening elsewhere. Ezekiel is sitting in his aisle seat looking towards the window.
“I am a big fan, dude. I’ve seen most of your movies. I’m very excited sitting next to you right now.”
The view pans over and we see Ezekiel talking to none other than Leslie Nielsen.
“You’re excited? You should feel my nipples.”
Ezekiel looks quite confused but shrugs it off.
“So why are you flying to New York, dude?”
“No certain reason, young man.”
“Surely, there has to be a reason.”
“Not really. And don’t call me Shirley.”
Ezekiel chuckles a bit and mutters the word ‘classic’. A stewardess comes over and person across from Ezekiel points at him, whispering something. The stewardess has a confused look on her face as she approaches Zeke.
“Sir, is there something I can help you with?” she says, touching him on the shoulder.
“Umm.. nope. I’m good.” he replies.
“May I ask who you’re talking to?”
“Leslie Nielsen. The man is a comic genius.”
The woman looks shocked and breaks the news to poor ol’ Zeke.
“I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but he died earlier this week, sir.”
Ezekiel scoffs and points to what we now see is thin air. “He’s right here, dude.”
The stewardess quickly scurries away with a worried look on her face.
“Can you believe her?” Ezekiel says, turning to the empty chair. His eyebrows raise as he noticed a note on the seat. “Cheer up, kid. This isn’t goodbye. It’s just I won’t ever see you again. ...interesting.” Ezekiel folds up the note and puts it in his pocket. “Things are definitely getting weird around here.”
The scene fades as Ezekiel lays his head back onto the headrest.
“Eh, we got a situation here?” we hear a man say as the scene opens inside of bar in downtown New York.
The view pans to where his eyes are looking and we see Marek sitting in a bar stool with a rather large New Yorker centimeters away yelling in his face. The chubby New Yorker eases the yelling as the first man we heard steps closer, obviously some type of bouncer.
“Yeah, we do.” Chubby says as Marek smirks. “This little bitch ova here was talking trash about Travis Pierce.”
The bouncer raises an eyebrow. “Who?”
Chubby gets all flustered like someone stole his cake. “Bro. Travis fuckin’ Pierce. The best wrestler on the planet.”
The bouncer chuckles to himself, placing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose for a moment. “Did you say wrestler?” he says, looking back at Chubby. “Let me get dis straight. You’re upset because the little Asian kid was talking trash about a tight-wearing sissy?”
“He doesn’t wear tights, dude.”
The tight-wearing sissy comment sparked Marek’s interest and he rose from his stool, the smirk not present anymore. Seeing him stand made the bartender question his age.
“How old are you kid? Are you even allowed to be in here?” Marek slowly shook his head no. “Then you’re going to have leave, kid.”
“Make me.” he replied, the smirk quickly returning.
Chubby stepped back, realizing trouble was brewing and that he may have underestimated the little guy.
“Look kid, I don’t need a lawsuit for tearing you up so I am going to ask you again.” The bouncer tried to remain calm, realizing the legal issues he could have for hurting someone who shouldn’t have been in the bar in the first place.
Marek stepped forward. “Have you ever heard of the one-inch punch?”
“The wha--” was almost the bouncer’s reply before Marek quickly punched him directly in the throat, dropping him to a knee. Marek followed that by kneeing the bouncer in the face.
Another bouncer quickly charged Marek but he raised his hands up in a defensive position.
“Have you ever seen the Book of Eli?” Marek blurted. The bouncer growled and charged. Marek sidesteps, kicking the man in the shin and at the same time he grabs the back of his neck and drives his face down into the bar, knocking him unconscious.
A few more bouncers come up and form a half-circle around Marek.
“Wait a second!” we hear someone yell as he pushes his way through the bouncers. It’s Rob Cartwright. “What are you doing, kid?” he says, walking towards Marek.
“It’s called a warm-up.” was Marek’s reply.
Rob turns back toward the bouncers. “This is just a big misunderstanding. I’m sure we can sort it all out later.” He turns back towards Marek. “Get out of here, Marek. The last thing Travis needs is bad publicity brought on by your attention-seeking nonsense.”
After hearing Travis’ name, Chubby steps forward.
“Bro, you know Travis Pierce?” he says, all excited.
Rob looks at him and replies sharply. “No, ‘bro’. I’m talking about Travis Barker.”
Marek steps away from the bar and walks through the bouncers without any issues. The scene fades as Rob simply just shakes his head.
The scene opens up again to what his becoming a relatively common location leading to Horizons: the New York Central Station restroom. We see the shoes of Ezekiel inside of the stall, obviously still feeling the effects of the Chinese food.
“I swear to God, if I see any Asian people in the next 24 hours, I’m going to leave them a ‘gift’ in their shoe.” he says from inside the stall.
“That wouldn’t be angelic of you.” says a voice from outside the stall.
“Are you serious?” Ezekiel exclaims. “Can’t I get some privacy in here?”
“You were told this was coming.” says the voice, still out of sight.
“Do not tell me that this is about the supposed strike TWO?” he says, emphasizing the word ‘two’ out sarcasm or because he was squeezing out some nastiness.
“You were told this was coming.” the voice says again. “Friends or not, you were sent back here to protect Declan Prescott. How can you be protecting him if you’re assaulting him?”
A sigh comes from within the stall. “You gotta be kidding me, dude. I don’t make the matches.”
“You could’ve sarcrificed it, Ezekiel. You didn’t need to participate.”
“Is my name Donovan Hastings, bro? I don’t pick and choose when I am going to show up for a match. Ya know, you’re really ruining my ‘me time’ right now.”
“You were told this was coming. Strike Two has occured. Only one more strike before the inevitable happens.”
“Oh yeah, and what exactly is that?” Silence. “Hello?” Silence. “Not cool, dude.” Fart. “Oh man.. smells like teen spirit. Haha.” We see Ezekiel’s feet move some more and he gets to his feet, pulling back up his pants. The stall door opens and looks back at his handiwork. “Looks like the result of the Carnage match in there.”
He flushes the toilet before walking towards the sink. After drying his hands, he looks into the mirror.
“You know what I see here, folks? A mother fuckin’ winner.” He smiles and slightly looks upward. “No apologies this time, boss.” The smile spreads even further as he heads towards the exit and the scene fades.
Anyways, on to the rest of the card. We have John Russo vs JK in a the a match for the Cross-Hemisphrere Title. Maybe someday the belt will be held by someone worthy, like Tate Levene. The 2nd match of the night is highly anticipated but never duplicated Carnage match. it’s never duplicated because I, as the all seeing narrator, have no clue what it is. Also, we have the Co-Op Title match that will definitely procure some emotion out of the crowd. Not sure if it will be positive or negative. Only time will tell. Lastly, the opener of the night is possibly another exciting chapter in the Dragon Odyssey with Marek Ryujin Daisuke taking on San Francisco’s Finest, Alex Kiseragi.
Will Declan Prescott be forced to retire? Will we see Alex Kiseragi in drag.. again? Will their be anal-raping hyenas? To find out all of this and more, Tune In or Fuck Off, bitches.
The scene opens up to Ezekiel inside of his church. He appears to be in the basement bedroom. We see a suitcase sitting on the bed with a few items inside of it. Ezekiel sits on the edge of the bed with a small booklet that appears to be a ‘users manual’.
“What in the hell..” he mumbles quietly, obviously unsure of what he is looking at. He closes the booklet, looks it over and opens it back up. “BUDA? As in the little fat guy? It isn’t even spelled right. You’d think that they’d send a booklet in English. Who speaks BUDA? Not this fuckin’ guy.” He gasps and covers his mouth. “Son of a bitch,” he says through his hand before gasping again. “Sorry up there,” he says as he looks upward. “Just a bitch of frustration seeping out.”
Ezekiel uncovers his mouth and opens back up the manual that had fallen to the floor in his panic to try and hide the words he was saying. “If I was that Angel dude from the Tekken games I would just zap this stupid Blu-Ray thing with my laser vision. But, nooooooo. I have to be a realistic angel. Stupid technicalities.” He gets to his feet and walks over towards a small shelf with a television on one level and the fancy looking Blu-Ray player on the next level down. “I didn’t even want the dang thing, dude. Stupid little worshippers got it for me.”
He sighs before kneeling down in front of the Blu-Ray player. “Dude, even the writing on here is in the mystical language of the fat man who can’t spell his name right. What am I supposed to do? Hmm.. Marek is Asian, maybe he knows how to read it. Or Alex. Wait, what if it isn’t Asian. BUDA could be the new Ebonics. Where the hell is Owen Peterson when you need him? This is more confusing then Japanese animated porno.” Zeke pauses as he realizes what he just said. He looks through the fourth wall before continuing. “Uh.. that’s just a guess. I wouldn’t even know what that looked like. Honest.” He continues staring at the fourth wall, causing an awkward silence. He sighs. “Alright, it was just once at Bible Camp and it was WAY before all of this resurrection stuff. My mom made me go because she caught me tokin’ and there was this guy named Bruce and he had these crazy looking socks filled with marbles and.. and.. I’ve said too much.”
With that, Ezekiel gets to his feet and runs out of the room as the scene fades.
After Synergy, we catch up with Marek walking gingerly backstage after being assaulted by Ol’ Bob. He slightly groans as he walks and we see a trainer come up to him.
“Wait,” he pleaded, “you need to go back to the examination room. That was a hard shot.”
“Get out of my way before I break you like a sapling.” was Marek’s reply as he continued down the hallway. The trainer sighed and stepped out of the way.
He made his way into his locker room and sat down on the bench. After rubbing his sore spot a little bit, he slowly bent over and began to untie his boots. After loosening them up, he peels them off before tossing them into a corner next to his bag.
“That stupid bat felt worse than Alex’s Yari Kick.” Even through the pain, Marek managed a slight chuckle. “But that really isn’t saying much.”
Marek gets back to his feet and grabs a towel as he heads towards the bathroom inside his locker room. The scene fades as the door closes.
Most people would ask the simple question of why a person with wings would ride on an airplane. Simple questions deserve simple answers that are actually more questions. Have you ever looked at the distance between Los Angeles and New York?
Now that we have that cleared, the scene opens to Ezekiel shortly after getting through the ridiculous security at LAX. He is slipping his shoes back on before heading towards his gate. Suddenly, he veers towards the Mens Room and darts into a stall.
“Son of an uncle. Damn Chinese food.” he says. The scene fades as he goes for the button on his pants. It fades in shortly after and he is washing his hands. “Phew. That was close one.”
He continues on his way towards the gate and stops suddenly as he hears a whisper.
“Strike two has happened. I won’t forget.”
“What the hell?”
Ezekiel looks around to see where it came from but no one is even close to him.
“This is too friggin weird. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention in Bible Camp.” he shakes his head as he continues down the path dragging his luggage behind. “In the words of Ralphie May, where is a black man with a golf cart when you need it.” The scene fades as Ezekiel gets a few dirty looks, not realizing he said that out loud.
The scene opens to the inside of a place but we aren’t where we left off with Ezekiel. The first shot we see is Marek sitting in a window seat as the place waits to take off.
“Small world.”
He turns to see who was speaking and is surprised to see Rob Cartwright standing in the aisle with his carry-on.
“Son of a bitch.” he says before looking back out the window.
“Relax. It’s not like I requested this seat.”
“Well, since you’re here, should I expect to see Travis?”
“No. Why?”
“Just expected to see him if I saw you.”
Rob smirks and stuffs his carry-on into the overhead compartment and takes his seat. He looks over at Marek.
“I was hoping you’d be a hot chick.”
“Well, I’m not. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Are you nervous about taking on Alex? I talked to him a bit ago and he seemed in the zone.”
“‘In the Zone’? This isn’t the NBA, Rob.”
“You know what I mean, Marek. Not to many people are rooting in your favor.”
“In the last month or so, what makes you think I care about what the ‘people’ think?”
Rob begins to talk but is cut off by the loudspeaker overhead.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” the voice boomed as Marek put his head in his hands. “Due to some technical difficulties, we will be experiencing a small delay of about 45 minutes before take-off. Thank you for being patient.”
Rob lets out a sigh. “At least I’m not sitting next to some annoying kid.”
Marek turns and looks at him before turning his head back toward the window.
“So, if you can’t call yourself the Dragon-God anymore, what are you going to do about the tattoo?” Rob says, pointing toward Marek’s arm.
“Don’t worry about.” he replies. “I’m counting on winning. I don’t look at the glass half empty like most of you sheep.” Rob lets out a light chuckle. “What’s so funny?”
“Sheep? Really? You couldn’t think of anything better?”
Marek sighs again, growing agitated with his seatmate. “Can’t you pester someone else with your peppy attitude?”
“I miss the Marek of old. The one from the GIW Highlight Reel that didn’t talk trash. The one with the broken accent and desire of a young pitbull. What happened to him?”
Marek turns back toward Rob and leans over the armrest, almost nose to nose.
“He died. And like a Phoenix from the ashes, something new has risen.”
“Okay, kid. I understand you were born in a different country and are still somewhat new with American pop culture so I’ll go easy on you. You need to look for some new cliche phrases to say because you sound the stereotypical supervill---.”
Rob is interrupted by Marek grabbing his collar. “One more word and this flight is going to lose a passenger. This conversation is over, Rob.”
Even in the face of danger, Rob smiles as Marek releases his collar. He turns toward the aisle as Marek again returns toward the window. Right before the scene fades you can hear Rob mutter something.
“Oh yeah.. Marek is fucked.”
As that exchange on one place was happening, a very different one was happening elsewhere. Ezekiel is sitting in his aisle seat looking towards the window.
“I am a big fan, dude. I’ve seen most of your movies. I’m very excited sitting next to you right now.”
The view pans over and we see Ezekiel talking to none other than Leslie Nielsen.
“You’re excited? You should feel my nipples.”
Ezekiel looks quite confused but shrugs it off.
“So why are you flying to New York, dude?”
“No certain reason, young man.”
“Surely, there has to be a reason.”
“Not really. And don’t call me Shirley.”
Ezekiel chuckles a bit and mutters the word ‘classic’. A stewardess comes over and person across from Ezekiel points at him, whispering something. The stewardess has a confused look on her face as she approaches Zeke.
“Sir, is there something I can help you with?” she says, touching him on the shoulder.
“Umm.. nope. I’m good.” he replies.
“May I ask who you’re talking to?”
“Leslie Nielsen. The man is a comic genius.”
The woman looks shocked and breaks the news to poor ol’ Zeke.
“I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but he died earlier this week, sir.”
Ezekiel scoffs and points to what we now see is thin air. “He’s right here, dude.”
The stewardess quickly scurries away with a worried look on her face.
“Can you believe her?” Ezekiel says, turning to the empty chair. His eyebrows raise as he noticed a note on the seat. “Cheer up, kid. This isn’t goodbye. It’s just I won’t ever see you again. ...interesting.” Ezekiel folds up the note and puts it in his pocket. “Things are definitely getting weird around here.”
The scene fades as Ezekiel lays his head back onto the headrest.
“Eh, we got a situation here?” we hear a man say as the scene opens inside of bar in downtown New York.
The view pans to where his eyes are looking and we see Marek sitting in a bar stool with a rather large New Yorker centimeters away yelling in his face. The chubby New Yorker eases the yelling as the first man we heard steps closer, obviously some type of bouncer.
“Yeah, we do.” Chubby says as Marek smirks. “This little bitch ova here was talking trash about Travis Pierce.”
The bouncer raises an eyebrow. “Who?”
Chubby gets all flustered like someone stole his cake. “Bro. Travis fuckin’ Pierce. The best wrestler on the planet.”
The bouncer chuckles to himself, placing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose for a moment. “Did you say wrestler?” he says, looking back at Chubby. “Let me get dis straight. You’re upset because the little Asian kid was talking trash about a tight-wearing sissy?”
“He doesn’t wear tights, dude.”
The tight-wearing sissy comment sparked Marek’s interest and he rose from his stool, the smirk not present anymore. Seeing him stand made the bartender question his age.
“How old are you kid? Are you even allowed to be in here?” Marek slowly shook his head no. “Then you’re going to have leave, kid.”
“Make me.” he replied, the smirk quickly returning.
Chubby stepped back, realizing trouble was brewing and that he may have underestimated the little guy.
“Look kid, I don’t need a lawsuit for tearing you up so I am going to ask you again.” The bouncer tried to remain calm, realizing the legal issues he could have for hurting someone who shouldn’t have been in the bar in the first place.
Marek stepped forward. “Have you ever heard of the one-inch punch?”
“The wha--” was almost the bouncer’s reply before Marek quickly punched him directly in the throat, dropping him to a knee. Marek followed that by kneeing the bouncer in the face.
Another bouncer quickly charged Marek but he raised his hands up in a defensive position.
“Have you ever seen the Book of Eli?” Marek blurted. The bouncer growled and charged. Marek sidesteps, kicking the man in the shin and at the same time he grabs the back of his neck and drives his face down into the bar, knocking him unconscious.
A few more bouncers come up and form a half-circle around Marek.
“Wait a second!” we hear someone yell as he pushes his way through the bouncers. It’s Rob Cartwright. “What are you doing, kid?” he says, walking towards Marek.
“It’s called a warm-up.” was Marek’s reply.
Rob turns back toward the bouncers. “This is just a big misunderstanding. I’m sure we can sort it all out later.” He turns back towards Marek. “Get out of here, Marek. The last thing Travis needs is bad publicity brought on by your attention-seeking nonsense.”
After hearing Travis’ name, Chubby steps forward.
“Bro, you know Travis Pierce?” he says, all excited.
Rob looks at him and replies sharply. “No, ‘bro’. I’m talking about Travis Barker.”
Marek steps away from the bar and walks through the bouncers without any issues. The scene fades as Rob simply just shakes his head.
The scene opens up again to what his becoming a relatively common location leading to Horizons: the New York Central Station restroom. We see the shoes of Ezekiel inside of the stall, obviously still feeling the effects of the Chinese food.
“I swear to God, if I see any Asian people in the next 24 hours, I’m going to leave them a ‘gift’ in their shoe.” he says from inside the stall.
“That wouldn’t be angelic of you.” says a voice from outside the stall.
“Are you serious?” Ezekiel exclaims. “Can’t I get some privacy in here?”
“You were told this was coming.” says the voice, still out of sight.
“Do not tell me that this is about the supposed strike TWO?” he says, emphasizing the word ‘two’ out sarcasm or because he was squeezing out some nastiness.
“You were told this was coming.” the voice says again. “Friends or not, you were sent back here to protect Declan Prescott. How can you be protecting him if you’re assaulting him?”
A sigh comes from within the stall. “You gotta be kidding me, dude. I don’t make the matches.”
“You could’ve sarcrificed it, Ezekiel. You didn’t need to participate.”
“Is my name Donovan Hastings, bro? I don’t pick and choose when I am going to show up for a match. Ya know, you’re really ruining my ‘me time’ right now.”
“You were told this was coming. Strike Two has occured. Only one more strike before the inevitable happens.”
“Oh yeah, and what exactly is that?” Silence. “Hello?” Silence. “Not cool, dude.” Fart. “Oh man.. smells like teen spirit. Haha.” We see Ezekiel’s feet move some more and he gets to his feet, pulling back up his pants. The stall door opens and looks back at his handiwork. “Looks like the result of the Carnage match in there.”
He flushes the toilet before walking towards the sink. After drying his hands, he looks into the mirror.
“You know what I see here, folks? A mother fuckin’ winner.” He smiles and slightly looks upward. “No apologies this time, boss.” The smile spreads even further as he heads towards the exit and the scene fades.
