"... Friendship?"

[A cloud of smoke dispersed through the air from stack from some large factory. ]

[In the foreground Edward White also billowed smoke from a cigar. He stood in front of a Rolls Royce dressed in his best business casual, an egg shell white button down shirt and pleated dark grey slacks.]

"I think it's funny that you play to my emotions Mr. Jiles. As if I'll go home to my mansion and throw myself face first into my bed and sob about losing a friend. Perhaps I'll write in my diary and reflect about how tender the hurt is in my heart? Is that what you want Cancer, for me to feel bad about what I've done?"

[Humph]

["The Socialite" shakes his head gently, making sure his slicked back hair stayed in position.]

"It's not going to happen.

"It won't ever happen.

"I could talk about how business works, I could make allusions to some theory that you've never heard of and I could talk about the millions upon millions of dollars that I have at my disposal -- but I'll get to that later.

"Instead... I have a question for you.

"Why are you still alive?"

[Edward White muses over the question himself, sucking in deeply and exhaling fine Cuban tobacco smoke. He admires the cigar for a moment as the richness of the palette subsides.]

"It's because I let you."

[White looks up and stares at the camera.]

"You seem to have forgotten the wealth I have acquired, nurtured and stockpiled. That sort of cash, this sort of cash flow -- It sort of makes you a big deal. It honestly makes me the most important and the most influential man in Defiance.

"People gladly take my money and do what I say. You're familiar with that, Cancer.

"This entire world spins on a pin that I purchased and the only reason it continues to spin in the direction that it does is because I want it to.

"What I want, I get."

[Edward White grins big.]

"The WWA World Heavyweight Championship, a title that alluded you when you fought Cobra. I wanted it, I wanted it more than you and I took it.

"The FIST of Defiance. A miserable belt that you helped me lose to a much more mediocre and unimpressive wrestler in Claira St. Sure, that was something I wanted to keep out of the hands of anyone else. Just like countless pieces of art that I have hidden away in my mansion."

[He looked back towards the factory]

"I find it hard to believe that you're not concerned with the tangibles and material possessions. But I'll play devil's advocate right now.

"That factory. I own it. I am what Karl Marx referred to as the invisible class. The only reason you got to crash yachts, snort nose candy and use exotic women like they were play things was because I wanted you to.

"Do you know what else I wanted?

"I wanted Bronson Box to rip you apart, limb by limb, tooth by tooth, and joint by joint. And he left you bloodied in the middle of the ring, your hair stained crimson and your eyes rolled back into that THC riddled head of yours. Boxer fell in line because I wanted him to.

"Do you know who else does what I want?

"Jeff Andrews.

"Notice how he hasn't lifted a finger to stop me? That's because I don't want him to. He knows it, you know it, everyone knows it."

[Edward White puffs on the cigar with a chuckle.]

"I do what I want, to who I want, when I want just because I want to.

"Did I fire you Cancer? We're we ever friends? Did you really dig yourself out of that grave?

"It doesn't matter. What I want is what matters."

[White strokes his beard, dyed black with the most potent chemical blend known to man.]

"I want to win, Cancer."

[He cackles.]

"And I will win. It's not kismet, fate, destiny or any of that metaphysical hogwash.

"It is inevitability...

"Just like Death...

"Just like Taxes..."

[One last puff of smoke.]

"and it will be done by any funds necessary."

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