“I won't lie.

“Times are tough.”

[From the comforts of his climate controlled mansion, Edward White looked out across the acres upon acres of his land, somewhere in upstate New York. Wearing a silk crimson robe, he casually holds a high ball glass, letting the ice chime against its sides.]

“Not financially, oh god no, I have more money than the US Treasury. I could own half of Africa if I really wanted to. My daily cash flow allows me to devour the finest caviar by the gallons and wash it down with coffee roasted from the innards of monkeys. The retainer for my team of attorneys is more than some men dream of. But that's not the point, that's not the struggle I refer to.”

[White sips from his Scotch and begins walking along side the giant pane of glass, his custom made leather house shoes dragging across the floor.]

“I refer to the problem I've had as of late.

“My new found burden...

“... Losing.”

[He frowns as he nods.]

“It's quite easy to be a grateful winner, after all, the win is yours. Earning that victory is one of the greatest feelings in the world, barring of course sex, money and maybe sky diving, maybe. It's an ecstatic feeling that one can only describe as pure bliss.

“I find it incredibly hard to be a grateful loser. What do you really gain from the experience? What lessons are learned?

“I've been told that it's combination of learning your weaknesses and finding out something about yourself. But that's a optimistic view from some self help book written by some yuppie scum who thinks that some day he'll become President of the United States from hard work and perseverance.

“It's the bullshit that the common man sucks up and idolizes. A Haratio Alger myth. But instead of actually pulling themselves up by their bootstraps like yours truly and measuring their success based on the tangibles, their success is measured by the esoteric ideal of improvement of character.

“It's a subjective reality that I refuse to be a part of.”

[Edward White opens a sliding glass door and steps on to the veranda, the french word for “I have more money than you and call a partially roofed balcony whatever the fuck I want.”.]

“Losing is a negative sum game.”

[Stepping out of his shoes, White crosses the balcony barefoot to a jacuzzi, chiseled out of marble, gold fixtures, the whole nine yards. Literally. It was gigantic.]

“In a negative sum game, primarily pricing, both sides lose. Its where to competitors attempt to undercut their opponents as a means to convincing a price sensitive customer to buy their company's product. Eventually, both companies begin to erode their profits in the name of this game.

“When I lose... everyone loses.

“Python and Dan Ryan are likely laughing at that notion, after all, they successfully and definitively defeated Blood Diamonds. Python pinned my shoulders to the ground for the three count and left me with no fight left in my body.

“But at what cost?”

[White checks the water by dipping his fingers in.]

“That night, they walked out the arena unassisted and signed autographs for star struck fans while I was struck by the snake bite and helped out of the ring by my associates. It seems like it was win/loss, the carpet bagging good guys defeated pure evil and even our illustrious champion Cancer Jiles got another leg up on me.

“To borrow a term from my former partner and business partner, you mongos are SO short sighted.”

[Edward takes off his robe, leaving it in a heap by the slip proof stairs leading to the bubbling water. He steps into the water and plunges his body in the waist deep water.]

“Dan Ryan, you're going to find out first hand the outcome of a negative sum game. We missed each other during the Master of Wrestling tournament, you had you reasons for leaving and I had my reasons for coming back to Defiance. But our paths didn't cross, you didn't get to witness my entry into War Games, the double cross on Christian Light that led to his concussion.

“I'm sure you'll have some story that illuminates your legacy, some story that I honestly won't care about. It's fair, you likely have spaced out and thought about silicone inflated tits, cellulite free asses and how to work in some barely relevant pop reference to insult me.

“That's fine.”

[A smile emerges from behind his jet black beard.]

“The yuppie scum author who wrote that self help book may have been wrong in their methodologies, but they did get one thing right. Sometimes, you have to pay it forward. Insert your Haley Joel Osment references here, say how ludicrous it is for me to accuse someone of being a yuppie, make fun of whatever you feel fit. It doesn't matter, Dan.

“I'm going to pay forward the negative sum on to you ten-fold.

“Earlier, when I spoke of the outcomes of a negative sum, that was under even playing field conditions, where the two competitors were relatively even, offered a similar product. You and I, we're not on the same playing field.

“It's obvious. You're nearly 70 pounds heavier than me, 8 inches taller than me and are in peak physical condition. As you can see, I am not chiseled, nor am I physically imposing. While you studied the 700 different ways to dislocated and dismember a human being in Japan, I didn't. In fact, I couldn't tell the difference between a judo toss and jiu jitsu throw.

“But the deck is stacked against you, Dan.

“I don't need to bring you to your knees with some fancy foot work, I don't need to break you down with painful submissions and joint locks, I don't need to dominate you with pure unbridled force.

“That's why I pay Hector Perez, Nicky Corrozzo and even Jane Katze. That's why I have aligned myself with Frank Dylan James, Virginia Quell and Bronson Box.”

[He cackles, but not too hard, internal bruising it a bitch.]

“The Negative Sum Game, it works in my favor. While you have all the physical worth behind your side, I have an unlimited bank roll at my disposal. In this pricing war, I can suffer the loss much-much long than you can. And once you are weakened, once you have no more resources to call upon, I will feast on the banquet that is left.

“I will cripple you Dan.

“Financially....

“Physically...

“Emotionally...”

[Edward White grins ear to ear, relaxing as he does so.]

“You won't be shaking in your boots, because I'm going to buy them out from underneath you.

“And you can take that to the bank.”

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