Title: Four and a camera
Featuring: The Untouchables
Date: 07 February 2013
Location: -
Heidi:
I don’t know…
[Fade up.]
[To the Untouchables.]
[Ronnie Long is wearing the black armor. Trench coat, shades, shovel held lengthwise across his shoulders. As usual when he has other people around, he doesn’t have much to say. He stands in the back. If he’s wearing his Trios Title, it doesn’t show.]
Heidi:
I don’t know how Tom Sawyer stood up to me on Retaliation.
[Kai Scott carries his silver crutch at his hip like a saber and his third of the Trios Titles over his shoulder. He stands left, middle row.]
Heidi:
And I don’t know how what’s going through his head.
[Jeff Andrews stands right, middle row. The Defiance World Title belted proudly around his waist. Say what you will, he keeps that belt sparkling. He also keeps his green and yellow mesh John Deere trucker’s cap in perfect condition.]
Heidi:
There’s no drug on the face of the planet that can fix what I did to him. I don’t care if he shrugged off the lethal roundhouse. Even if he literally didn’t feel it, I still felt it damage him. I felt his ribs bend when I kicked them.
[And Heidi Christenson stands in the front row, her Trios Title belted around her waist, and murder etched deep into her eyes.]
Heidi:
And I’m going to find out how he’s still standing if I have to kick his head open to find out.
Scott:
This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass, Larry.
[There’s something about Kai Scott that could only be described as oily. Maybe it’s the way he carries himself with so much self-confidence that it looks like mockery. Maybe it’s just the mocking half-smirk he usually wears.]
Scott:
I’ll give credit where it’s due. Heidi doesn’t have to. But then, you’ve given her so much more reason to hate her than you’ve given me. All you ever did was stick your nose into my business.
[Heidi’s crystal blue eyes sparkle with malice as Jeff lowers the brim of his hat a bit.]
Scott:
And you know, my part of Jeff’s plan to take over Defiance was to solve any Elijah Goldman related problems if Evolution had won. It didn’t really concern you at all. …and I didn’t appreciate your interference.
[There’s that goddamned smirk.]
Scott:
I don’t hate you, son. Think what you will, say what you will, I gave up hating. I have gifts. I have gifts that I have squandered in malice, lust and sloth.
[His voice rings out in a mockery of a preacher, much like when he dressed up as Yoshikazu YAZ and spoke riddles in front of a drought blasted cornfield.]
Scott:
I do not wish you harm, Tom, but I will not waste them any longer. I will see justice served for MY friends, for the people who are NEVER thanked for what they do, NEVER thanked for their sweat and blood!
[A full grin splits his face.]
Scott:
No matter what anyone on Twitter says, Jeff Andrews is a righteous man, and you owe him more than you could ever pay. Tom, Sam, Christian and Justin alike. You owe him.
[Nod.]
Andrews:
What he said.
[The GodBaws of Defiance adjusts his leather jacket over his shoulders.]
Andrews:
You wanna know what comfortable means to me, Voss? It means that no matter how many hashtags anyone spews at me over Twitter, that I beat Christian Light, I beat Eugene Dewey, I beat half the Good Fight already, and they can go to the back of the line.
I like being comfortable.
[Andrews reaches up and removes the trucker’s cap, revealing his embaldened visage to the camera.]
Andrews:
But you like it too, man, I see that already. You and your little spiel about you want redemption for the shit you did before, well man, I got two things to say about that.
This was all about redemption, for me! That was how all this shit started – because someone said go prove that you’re good and then I did! And you know that better than anyone man, cos it was over YOU, when I put your ass back flat on the mat and squished you with the Ultraglide, that it started!
Owning Defiance? The ONLY LOGICAL CONTINUATION OF MY REDEMPTION!
[The Epic Surliness hast been engaged.]
Andrews:
And the COMFORT… of doing all the work I already did without having to worry about Eric waltzing in from fucking around in NFW to bitch at me, overrule me and throw my friends under the bus!
I will not give the Good Fight a good fight. Ain’t NOBODY got time fo that shit! We ain’t heading to Florida to fight you…
[Long plants the shovel handle on the ground, holding up the blade.]
Long:
We’re just going there to bury you.