[Hookers and Blow!]

[Time for some mundane day to day lifetime for women type activities.]

[What's that?]

[I dunno.]

[Ooookay then.]

[Let's roll.]

[Fade.]

[It's just another sun shiny day in the life of Jacksonville, Florida the home of Team Danger. Today the Chocolate Messiah of Professional Wrestling pulls up to the curb of one of the many tall buildings in downtown Jacksonville. This one specifically is the home of the Law Office of Marcus J. Jameson, long time attorney who has been on permanent retainer to Team Danger since foreverago. He's essentially the man behind the scenes who made Walker and Greer's comfortable way of life possible... Granted neither of them have made that life as easy to maintain as he would prefer.]

[Mostly due to public incidents that the terrible twosome have caused over the years at numerous Wal-Mart and Toys'R'Us locations.]

[Popping out of his car, he retrives a backpack and slings it over his shoulder before heading into the building. As Walker passes through the entrance he bee lines it right to the elevators where he punches the button to the 10th floor. The bell chimes and the doors slide open revealing the offices of Marcus J. Jameson and Associates, the office that "Team Danger Built" as he and Greer have come to refer to their lawyer's place of business. The place is setup in a very modern, open style that features a few extra offices for Jameson's associates and a large conference room among other things. His eyes scan the place briefly before making his way towards Jameson's long time secretary, a nice middle aged woman named Marjorie.]

Tyrone Walker:
Heya Margie... how them gran'babies doin'?

[The 50-something year old woman looks up from her station behind a large service desk that takes up the entire wall behind her. Recognizing the voice she greets Walker with a gentle, welcoming smile and an out stretched hand in greeting. Ty reaches out for her hand, giving it a gentlemanly shake before the small talk ensues with pictures of Majorie's two grand children, a two year old girl and a three year old boy. A couple minutes of this passes, pictures shared, laughs had, good times, better memories and all of that. Before long things roll back around to the business at hand.]

Marjorie:
So you're getting back into wrestling, huh?

Walker: [Nods.]
That's what I've been told.

Majorie:
Maybe it's a good thing.

Walker: [Curious.]
Oh yeah?

Marjorie:
You've been out of action for four years...

Walker:
More like six, but yeah.

Marjorie:
Well, you're still young enough. Maybe you just needed the time off so that you could come back fresh and ready to have fun with it again. You just needed a reminder of why you loved it in the first place.

[Ty nods as he absorbs the comment, considering the merit of the words and replies with a subtle shrug of his brow and one of his slightly lopsided smiles.]

Walker:
So listen, I wish I was jus' here to see ya, but I needa get with Em Two Jay for a bit. He should be expecting me.

[A punch of a button and the ball is rolling.]

Marjorie:
Mr. Jameson, Mr. Allen is here to see you.

Marcus J. Jameson: [From a voice box.]
Thank you, send him to the conference room.

[Ty gives Majorie a wink and a smile before heading off towards his next destination. Striding through the office he meets up with his attorney who is carrying a leather bound folder. They meet with a manly and professional handshake before the lawyer leads the client towards their destination.]

Jameson:
Ty, how are you doing?

Walker:
I'm doin', Marcus, how 'bout yourself, eh?

Jameson:
The same. Come inside and we'll get your legals taken care of.

[Jameson opens the door to the conference room and offers him a seat at the end of the table, while Jameson himself takes kitty corner to his client and sets the folder down in front of him on the table. Once they've settled in the professional "man talk" begins. Sort of.]

Jameson:
I have to say, Ty, between you and Steve I was fairly certain that you had come to grips with your retirement from the game all those years ago so, this is kind of surprising. You really seemed to settle in quite nicely after taking on the day to day oversight of yours and Stephen's business interests. I would even say that you became quite adept at it to be honest. Unlike Stephen, who has always been "on call" for any opportunity that might come along.

Walker:
Right on... I mean yeah, after the first year when I got myself clean and clear and I even managed to grow up a little... you know, just a little.

[Pause. Him an adult? You can almost feel the collective "heh" from around the world. Marcus nods.]

Walker:
But yeah, I dunno man. The last year or so, I've been lookin' back again and again, but didn't know what I was lookin' for... you know? I was doin' a'ight, gettin' my Scrooge McDuck on all that, but I dunno... I've jus' been feelin' this pull on me for a while now.

Jameson:
And then you finally got yourself back out there, in the ring, in front of a crowd.

Walker:
Basically, yeah. I dunno, dude, it was weird at first when I was trollin' 'round the back and jus' waitin' and observin' and thinkin' 'bout why I was even there and all that. I was havin' some serious doubts, but once I got out there things just started to flow and I was like, dag, this is what I've been lookin' for all this time.

[Marcus nods his response of understanding before sliding the folder over and opening it, revealing a number of different forms.]

Jameson:
Well then, let's get these taken care of and you'll be back in the game.

Walker:
Word, let's do it.

[Jameson pulls out Walker's official DEFIANCE contract and begins going over the terms with him. A few minutes pass with them discussing random bits about upside and downside pay guarantees, scheduling commitments and something about Dane wanting Ty to keep the Kay Oh Pee from raiding the catering tables.]

Jameson:
Alright just initial here, (page flip) here, (page flip) here... and... (page flip) sign here and we're all set.

[Ty puts pen to paper, but pauses a moment. His head rolls back as his eyes look up to the ceiling, inhale, exhale, then back down to the table and puts his signature on the form in front of him.]

Jameson:
And with that, you're officially a member of DEFIANCE Wrestling.

[Ty simply his nods and then shakes Marcus' hand before raising themselves from their seats. After a bit more chit chat, Marcus leads the way towards the elevator.]

Jameson:
So. What's the plan?

[Ty's brow lifts in a quizical manner.]

Walker:
Huh?

Jameson:
Well, it's been a quite a while since you're been a regular. I'm guessing the wrestling world has continued spinning in your absence. So... what's the plan?

Walker:
Hmmph. I don't really do plans, I mean, isn't that what I pay you for?

[Ty's sarcastic tone is accompanied by a slap to the back of Jameson's shoulder. Marcus shakes his head with a smile as Ty punches the button to summon the elevator.]

Walker:
Seriously though. I have no idea where this thing is goin' and that's like half of the fun, you know? Jus' gimmie a chance to get this thing rollin' and I'mma ride it out until the wheels fall off for good. Doesn't really matter where the ride takes me, 'cause my only real goal is to go out swingin' and see what kinda new tricks an ol' dog like myself can pick up along the way against a new generation.

[The doors open and Ty steps in.]

Walker:
Other than that. I'mma do what I always do. Set myself on kamikaze autopilot and figure it out one clusterfuck at a time.

[The doors shut and away he goes.]

[Out.]

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