[Kai Scott’s head is lowered, and his right hand is pinching the bridge of his nose.]

“You’re right… you’re right… when someone says as many stupid things as Alceo Dentari says, if you try to correct all of them you do end up sounding like a broken record.”

“On the other hand, that’s his fault though, for being stupid.”

“Let’s just get the usual nonsense out of the way, quick mode.”

[He raises an index finger.]

“Yes, I’m aware Eugene Dewey isn’t in the match, it’s just that you seemed like you were so damn thrilled with the guy for failing to beat Claira St. Sure in the four way match, I sort of had to address the fact that she beat him.  And you seemed to have so much emotionally invested in the guy, I thought maybe it’d rustle your jimmies if I decided to drive home the fact that she tapped him out in a singles match.”

[He raises a middle finger.]

“For someone who’s theoretically seen almost as much as I have, you should know that all War Games matches end by submission.  If the guy in the hold is conscious, he taps, if the guy isn’t, maybe one of his teammates surrenders for him.  That’s… the way the match works, and Claira’s by far the best submissionist in the match.”

[He raises a ring finger.]

“And if it makes you mad and sad that I know my history better than you and call you out on it when you say things that are wrong and stupid, you… well, man, that’s just tough.”

[He shakes his head.]

“As for Jimmy Kort.”

“Man, I offered.”

“I rescind that offer.”

“See, I try to remind Jimmy Kort of what he’s supposed to be standing for.  I acknowledged that my words were harsh.  I extend my hand.”

“And you know what the good ol’ boy stickin up for every real American who wants to watch wrestling says?”

“That he’s attacked his own family.”

“A little more than that, really.  The man insinuates that he plays nice in front of the cameras but he’s a bad sleazy dangerous motherfucker when they aren’t rolling.  We don’t know him, he says, we don’t know him.  The implication being that I need to step back if I know what’s good for me.”

[Fade back a little bit.  Kai looks much the same as he did before, only having replaced the navy blue muscle shirt with a crimson red one.  He’s got his trademark silver crutch instead of a kendo stick, too, the crutch leaning against the nondescript wall behind him.]

“He makes a clown out of himself.  In two short little sentences, he discredits everything he says he fights for and everything he’s supposed to be.  And all he does is make a good point for me.”

“Appearances aren’t worth trusting.”

[A brief silence, as he leaves the statement a few seconds to sink in.]

“Your white hat cowboy turns out to be a family-beater.”

“And your little Napoleon Bonaparte wannabe league leader isn’t fit to lead grade school kids across a crosswalk.”

“I have a question for you, Alceo… or rather, a question for everyone, about Alceo.”

“How hard was it for you to replace Bronson Box as Elijah Goldman’s chosen?”

“Not very, right?  Just a handshake behind closed doors, a masked helper and a pipe and a vehicular assault, done in one single show.”

“And now that Dentari thinks he has enough control over Heritage that he can start bad mouthing E-Gold, why do you suppose he’s still reaping the benefits of being the chosen one?  Is it because E-Gold doesn’t have the guts to fire him?  Is it because E-Gold can’t find a good replacement?  Because E-Gold’s scared of him, maybe?”

[Kai smirks a knowing smirk.]

“Of course.  What Alceo Dentari lacks in height he makes up for in badassitude.  Eric Dane vanishes into thin air, and Evolution League tailspins while E-Gold bungles everything, and all the good wrestlers – everyone that’s anyone – ends up in Heritage League.  That’s just a coincidence.  Yoshikazu YAZ goes straight through the ramp and when he’s pulled out he’s got a different personality.  That’s a perfectly normal reaction to six powerbombs.  And that just happens to be when Dan Ryan vanishes, too.  He didn’t get fired, or anything like that, he just… vanished.”

“That’s all normal.  Nothing to see here.  Nothing to worry about.”

[Another shake of the head, a smile still on his face.]

“Nothing to worry about at all.”

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