“I just wanted to see it one last time.”

[His voice, Curtis Penn’s voice, is flat. It’s not filled with sorrow or doubt, his voice is not filled with hate or anger, it is just flat.]

[The window rolls up and in the reflection in the dark tint is Mike Sloan’s Wrestling Academy.]

[It’s noticeable that Curtis is not with the Mike Sloan Experience and is not lugging around some over grown rodeo clown for a partner. What is also noticed is that Curtis Penn is not in a driver’s seat, instead he is sitting comfortably in the back of a white limo.]

[Now cut to the interior.]

[Curtis Penn:  shaved head, full grown beard face, and a noticeable difference in how he is dressed. Instead of the ripped jeans and a t-shirt so tight that you can watch his heart beating, which is his normal attire, Curtis has popped back up from the Land of the Rising Sun looking more like a man that has squirreled away some money and a lot less like a hobo. The tailor made grey slacks match the jacket that covers his white cotton t-shirt and no outfit is complete without a pair of Louis Vuitton slippers to match. The gold wire rimmed aviator glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. ]

[With legs crossed and his arms spanning the width of the back seat of the limo he smiles.]

Penn:
To whom this may concern, The MSX project is over and it was a failure. Sure, some of it was my fault, but not the whole load. And it wasn’t Tyson’s or Luke’s fault either; it was our dear ol’ friend Mike Sloan.

[His face relaxes as he starts to tell the tale.]

Penn:
He was so desperate to continue in his career after he was “injured” that he tried to conjure up a team. He was trying to force something that was supposed to be organic. And after I found out that his doctor released him back to active duty two months ago… he sent us to work a tour in Japan with a no name promotion that paid us enough to buy a pack of Ramen and a fucking Faygo! Not that it was called Faygo of course, but it was something similar… Communists.

[He pauses, leans forwards, balls up his fist, makes a sad face, and places his fists underneath his chin as a prop.]

Penn:
So when I called him out, he jumped out of the shitty rental and sent us to the airport alone, like it was our great idea. We stayed in Japan… or I did for a month, wrestled two shit worthy matches and I caught the next jet flying.  Luke and Tyson, you ask? They’re still over there working, trying to start over.  If I even mention Mike’s name again I’ll cut my own fucking tongue out.

[His posture returns to relaxed with his hands in his lap.]

Penn:
So after my two singles matches in that rickety promotion I decided to give Dane a call and tell him that I was coming home!

[A smile forms on his lips.]

Penn:
What did he have the nuts to ask me?

[What comes next is his best Eric Dane impersonation.]

Penn: (In full douchebag mode.)
You’re still on my roster? Oh…um… there is no way I can have ya’ll booked on this show.

[He raises his sunglasses and just blinks into the camera.]

Penn:
It took all the character that I have… and we all know that I don’t have much of one, to tell him that it was going to be me by myself for just a lil’ bit longer and that I would like to have a singles match.

[He pauses.]

Penn:
I didn’t request any special wrestlers. It could have been any sort of enhancement talents… it could have been face or heel and I really didn’t give a shit. I just wanted a fight.

[His eyes begin to twinkle.]

Penn:
I must have been a really good guy this year and Santa came fucking early, because Eric Dane gave me Heidi to tangle with. Now, I’ve called her a cunt, a whore, and a cum guzzling H.I.V carrying walking talking vagina disease, but she is still one of the top wrestlers that Defiance has on its roster. And I’ve been pretty outspoken about not liking her.

[A painful grimace crosses his face.]

Penn:
Albeit it’s mostly once sided. But, no more! It’s a thing of the past!

[He bites down on his lower lip and stares out of the window.]

Penn:
Now… that is all behind me and we can move forward. Heidi, I’m not going to boast or brag. I’m not even going to say that I’m going to beat you in that ring. Shit, I’m not going to say anything of the sort because I have seen what you can do in that ring. I’ve seen what you’ve done to good ol’ Tom and the Good Fight guys. So to make an outlandish statement like that would be ludicrous. But, what I can tell you is that I’m not Tom Sawyer. That I’m not some persons lap dog and that I don’t have the boss of Defiance breathing down my neck and making me toe the line that he so desperately wants toed.

[He leans forward and looks deep into the camera.]

Penn:
However, I did enjoy you getting tazed by the brute squad. It did make me pretty happy in my happy place. Then watching them drag your carcass off and black bag your face, it was pretty orgasmic. Normally watching a human treated in such a manner makes me cringe…

[He leans back in his seat and smiles.]

Penn:
But, I don’t fucking like you, and I like how the boss treats the assholes that crossed him and it looks like you should have stayed on the bosses good side.

 [Fade Out.]

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