[Mechanicville, New York.] 

 

[The Faces of Death Training Temple.] 

 

[Starring, quite possibly the strangest group of people to have ever been assembled within the temple’s hallowed grounds. An appropriately titled “SRS BEANZ” meeting room, located on the third floor of the upscale training complex is where this eclectic group has gathered. However, the mental location of said situation can be described as a clusterfuck.]

 

[More on that in bit.]

 

[First.]

 

[A crudite tray consisting of various cheeses, fruits, crackers, and spreads sits on a small table that’s to the side of a much larger, fancier, meeting table. There’s even a cooler filled with drinks, primarily water... but even some sodie pop, some fruit juices, and some assorted flavored waters make an appearance.] 

 

[Ya know, for the Sweet Tooths in the crowd.]

 

[*TWISTEDMETALREFERENCE*]

 

[No fancy steaks for this crowd. That was a dumb idea, for stupid babies who suck. Steaks. Who eats steaks?]

 

[Sitting at the head of the table(As the owner of the facility), is Mister Sergei Bogorovich. Dressed in a FoD Training Temple Polo and a pair of trackpants, Sergei is simply tapping a pencil on a clipboard. He couldn’t very well let the five volatile personalities about to join him run shit all by themselves. He has to make sure none of his shit gets broken.]

 

[Smart man.]

 

[The first contestant to enter the boardroom is Tom Sawyer. The ONLY Conqueror of the Crag dons a Training Temple tee-shirt, trackpants, and a backwards DEFIANCE baseball cap. Before plopping down by Sergei’s side, he plucks a bottle of water from the cooler to quench his thirst.]

 

[Tom is the first one on the scene for good reason. He’s been at the Training Temple for the last couple days, working on his cardio and running combat drills in preparation for his third quest at immortality.]

 

[In other words, Tom has an Aggro Crag against Heidi to prepare for, and was busy working through everything that his trainers could think of to throw at him. Case in point, not an hour prior to this meeting, Tom and Sergei, along with Jonah, Kengoro, Boston and Lucas, were running agility drills. Turns out, Sergei actually knows how to set up the kung fu-style standing poles. Which, translates to Tom hopping from pole to pole, blindfolded, making sure not to knock any over or risk domino-ing the whole shebang. Betcha Kai Scott can’t handle dat shit.]

 

[Gotta have fast, fancy footwork to survive the Crag.]

 

[And speaking of fast, fancy footwork... OK, faster, fancier footwork than he comparatively had a year earlier... The Defiance Gaming Champion of the World, Eugene Dewey -- and yes he has the gold plated controller to prove it -- steps through the door of the boardroom wide and enters the scene. He quickly spots Tom and Sergei sitting there, and hastily saunters his way over to join them; all the while toweling himself off with the towel draped around his shoulders. The native of Buffalo... Wyoming that is, heaves a sigh of relief as he plonks himself down in the available seat next to Tom.]

 

Eugene Dewey:

Phew! I thought I was gonna be late.

 

[Sergei allows a proud smile slip through his tough outer coating, its existence so brief it went entirely unnoticed by Eugene. It wasn’t too long ago that Dewey wouldn’t have cared about his tardiness, and it was even more recently that Eugene’s late arrivals would have been caused by working out in the San Andreas Gym than working out elsewhere on the Temple’s third floor.]

 

[He’s a changing! If he could beat Bronson Box before, in his Senor Bag of Crap shape, what would a truly driven Hero of Light be able to do?]

 

Tom Sawyer:

Nah, I knew you’d be here before everyone else. Sadly though, I think we all know who is going to be... The LATE one.

 

Dewey:

Oh... he’s coming to this? I thought...

 

Tom:

He’s on the team this week. Just be strong, and use your training. Besides, he’s trying to act like a face for a while. He’ll probably focus his tomfoolery on White.

 

Dewey:

GOT IT!

 

[Eugene clenches both fists in a firm, manly pose.]

 

[Moments later, the door once again swings open and the imposing figure of Dan Ryan thunders on through. Dressed casually for travel, with a duffle bag hanging from his one shoulder, Ryan stalks his way over towards the others. He stops at the naked end of the table, making brief eye contact with all those arranged. He ends with Sergei, and the two exchange cordial nods before the guy with the two first names takes his seat opposite the crowd.]

 

[Dan’s a big guy, and probably needed the extra room.]

 

Dan Ryan: [already disinterested]

Gentlemen.

 

[Eugene snickers to himself and dives into a pocket, pulling out his iPhone. He taps around on the screen before turning it to Tom to share the joke.]

 

[About a minute or two later, carrying a bottle of water and dressed in loose-fitting sweat pants and a gray Training Temple T-shirt is Christian Light.  The Last Nighthawk, always a gym rat, seems to have taken the opportunity to use the world-class facility owned by Sergei to his benefit, getting in a good workout before the meeting.  He nods politely first to Tom and Eugene, who give the Last Nighthawk a pair of greeting nods, then to Dan Ryan, who fake-smiles quickly, and finally the owner of the Training Temple, who returns the nod in kind as Christian plops down on a chair facing the rest of the assembled masses.]

 

Light:

Good day for a few miles on the trails, huh?

 

[Forty minutes later.]

 

[The coolers are empty.]

 

[Gene has choked down all the veggies.]

 

[Dan Ryan is a tad gassy from eating all the cheese.]

 

[Tom has texted a certain someone nine times.]

 

[Christian Light and Sergie have exchanged notes.]

 

Tom:

FINALLY! JEZUZFUCK!

 

[Enter: The Count of COOL.]

 

Jiles:

What? Am I late?

 

[As the occupants watch the flamboyant World Champion walk inside and toss his weighty World Title Belt onto the boardroom table, Cancer Jiles snickers and runs a hand over the top of his head.]

 

Tom:

WELL, NOW THAT WE ARE ALL HERE....

 

Jiles:

Hey, I get it. I’m like five minutes late, sue me.

 

Tom:

Five!?! Try FORTYFIVE! Like... I knew it. I knew I should've lied to you and said an hour earlier.

 

Gene:

Yeah, and now Tom can’t even be a gracious host and offer you food and drink because we already ate and drank everything while waiting for you to show up!

 

[Owned. Gene just put it down on The COOL.]

 

Jiles:

Okay. Sorry for being late, Mom.

 

[Somehow, the words are good enough for Tom. His face lightens in color, his posture becomes more relaxed. He takes his seat once more.] 

 

Jiles:

Hey, Tom. Since ya already ate and drank everything not nailed down... Where’s the weed at?

 

[Christian rolls his eyes, but it goes largely unnoticed by everyone but Sergei.]

 

Tom:

Didn’t you see on in the invitation, Cancer? It’s self-serve. Gotta bring your own stash, Champ.

 

[Obviously, Tom’s gauntlet isn’t a problem for The COOL one to run, as evidenced by him manifesting a tightly rolled jay and his shiny Zippo, sparking it up and taking a big ol’ room intoxicating drag.]

 

Jiles:

Oh, where are my manners? Tom, is this facility a smoking one?

 

Tom:

Actually, no. It isn’t.

 

[Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.]

 

[Full.] 

 

[Stop.]

 

[Cricket.]

 

[The awkward silence that takes over the dojo, and, well everyone present staring seriously holes(with the exception of a bemused Dan Ryan smirk) through Jiles’ T-shades doesn’t stop the Crypt Keeper of COOL from getting his bake on.]

 

Sergei:

If you must, there’s a large forest just behind my facility. It’s quite serene. But smoking indoors is not something I am too keen on. If you could...

 

[Sergei somehow manages to procure an ashtray from the palm of his hand, and sends it skidding along down the table, landing directly in front of the COOL.]

 

Jiles:

Que?

 

[Stumped, The Count shoots The Temple Master an inquisitive look. Then, in an effort to solve  his riddled brain, he leans over and whispers to Dewey with smoke billowing out of his mouth.]

 

Jiles:

Geez, who invited this guy?

 

[Gene coughs from a pleasantly unwanted dose of the second hand. His eyes also become instantly bloodshot, and his enormous appetite grows to the point where for the first time in his life -- he’s not hungry.]

 

Dewey:

You know that this is his building, right?

 

[Not one to recognize other’s things as their own, Cancer leans over to his opposite side and further inquires to the mountain named Dan Ryan that’s next to him.]

 

Jiles:

Danno, who’s the Russian guy that looks like Ed Norton?

 

Dan Ryan:

I just met him myself, although I’m willing to entertain your Russian Ed Norton hypothesis.

 

[More silence passes, until finally, Christian Light speaks up.]

 

Light:

Look, as much as we’re all enjoying Cancer Jiles fumble his way through How Not to Be a Courteous Guest, let’s get some focus here, because we have some issues to sort out.  Cancer wants to get his hands on both Kai Scott and Edward White, and if there’s anything left of him I’m still interested in stomping Ed into oblivion for doing what he did at War Games to me and getting away with it.  I’m sure Dan Ryan’s looking forward to putting his FIST through Box’s face, and I KNOW Eugene wants a piece of Seth Stratton...

 

[An awkward pause passes. Tom Sawyer has no real reason to want to kick Chance Von Crank’s booty. He simply sits, fingers steepled before him as he watches Christian do his thing.]

 

Jiles:

And! Not to mention, it’s our collective best chance to slap Von Crank around for thinking he’s got a big enough dick to bang with the COOL.

 

Light:

Sure, works for me. 

 

[Excited, The Count extends his fist for an unreciprocated pound.]

 

Jiles: [under his breath]

...pussy

 

Light: [shit grinning]

That said, we need a gameplan for the show and a match strategy.

 

Dan Ryan:

Gameplan is I kill everyone. Starting with Bronson Box. 

 

Jiles:

Not gonna lie, that sounds like a pretty good plan to me. I don’t want to speak for everyone here, I mean, I do already as the Defiance World Champion, but that is neither here nor there...

 

...other opinions?

 

[More eyes just rolled than when... well... everyone in the room rolled their eyes. Even the guy cleaning the toilet in the back rolled his eyes. He didn’t hear Cancer’s comment though, his eye roll was more to do with someone not flushing an elephant fetus left in the john.] 

 

[Unbeknownst to everyone, Cancer had eaten a lot of bran on his way here, and you know what he thinks people say... that courtesy, not curiosity killed the cat.]

 

[He’s always in practice, that’s what makes him such a COOL...]

 

[Wait for it.]

 

[...]

 

[...............]

 

[Cat.]

 

[Full circle.]

 

[And now back to the Temple.]

 

Sawyer:

See, that’s a nice thought, but all that’s gonna get you is a beating. Dan, you’re a badass, you’re the embodiment of ass-kicking, you’re the scariest person alive, we get it. But you can’t beat five people alone.

 

Eugene: 

Especially not Bronson Box backed up by the top heels DEFIANCE can muster.

 

Jiles:

Gene, if Bronson Box had the support of the top anything DEFIANCE can muster... well, I for one wouldn’t be sitting in on this little meeting now would I?. No, I’d be sitting bare bottomed in a fire pit, with Edward White, playing seven minutes in hell. 

 

[Trufax.]

 

Jiles:

Just saying. We, more so myself, but yes, we, us... are the best Defiance has to offer. 

 

[Tom Sawyer has had his arms crossed for most of the encounter thus far. With Cancer Jiles giving an ultra-babyface line, Tom narrows his eyes.]

 

[Oh, and to also follow along with the casual good guy approach, Count COOL even butted out his half smoked joint.]

 

[I know, what a guy.]

 

Sawyer:

Your words are as sweet as spun sugar, Cancer. But as far as I’ve seen in your entire DEFIANCE career, you say what benefits you most at any given time, to the detriment of anyone and anything standing in your path. And I know for a fact that you’d be totally down with stabbing each and every one of us in the back if it ensured your title reign go on for just a day longer.

 

[The Count is astonished. So much so, his raised eyebrows peek above the top of his T-shades.]  

 

Jiles;

Tom. Buddy. Pal. I... I... well, frankly, Tom, I’d at least make sure it was ensured for week.

 

[A COOL grin, which, almost caused Tom to explode from flabbergastation.]

 

Jiles:

A day? Like... really? Give me some credit, would ya? It’s Cancer Jiles we are talking about here! Not some Mongo Blood Diamond!

 

[Not that Tom’s words needed validating, but Eugene Dewey provided the confirmation with an icy stare at the COOL. He’d not allowed his past interactions with The Champ of COOLYMPUS to slip his mind. Just like he hadn’t forgotten his past confrontations with Bronson Box, Seth Stratton, or Edward White.]

 

[Yes, they had a tag match one time, look it up.]

 

[Remember, elephants don’t forget.]

 

[Oi, he’s not fat anymore.]

 

[He’s still fatter than anyone else around the table.]

 

[Noted. Cancer Jiles grins, and gives ‘Gene a cheeky, finger-curly wave.]

 

[Tom slams both his palms on the table, boiling to his feet.]

 

[I hope it wasn’t the narration that pissed him off.]

 

[It wasn’t. Et wuz teh grammer.]

 

[Tom just gives a halfway-disgusted shake of his head, before turning those eyes on over to the next one in line.]

 

Sawyer:

And Dan? You’re a bully. You’re inches from being just like Bronson Box and Edward White, the only difference being that you actually want to put on a good wrestling match. Your little stunt with Virginia Quell made me sick, to be quite honest. Sure, she’s a psychopath, but she’s a woman. She’s a person. Degrading people is never acceptable. I have no idea if I can trust you.

 

Ryan:

I’ll save you the trouble. You can’t.

 

[Tom’s gaze lingers with that comment, then even goes so far as to level an accusatory finger at Christian Light.]

 

Sawyer:

And Christian? You’ve been losing it recently, man. You’ve let your lust for gold and your drive to be the tippy top guy get so far in your ear, you’re messing with your friends, you’re running rampant... I can’t be sure that you wouldn’t shove me right into the fire, if it let you get Edward White in the Light Leg Lock.

 

[Standing up straight, Tom puts both hands on his hips.]

 

Sawyer:

The only guy in this room who I can trust...

 

[Tom remembers that Sergei is here too, keeping quiet and taking notes.]

 

Sawyer:

The only one of you who I’m set to team with at DefTV 39 who I can trust wholeheartedly is Eugene. I’ll fight with anyone. I would fight, back to back, with Heidi Christenson at DefTV 39 if I had to. I’ll put myself in any bad situation, so long as it was the right thing to do. But what I want to know, aside from everything else... How, when and most importantly, WHY can I trust you guys? 

 

[Tom sat back down. The impetuous little kid who had been hockin’ t-shirts in DEF Row... He wasn’t present. Mister Tom Sawyer had just thrown down the gauntlet.]

 

Dewey:

Jeez, Tommy. Been playing Phoenix Wright?

 

[Before anyone else could take the floor, Eugene rose to his feet and cleared his throat.]

 

Dewey:

Seriously, that means a lot, Tom. And more seriously, I’ve stood in the ring against everyone around this table at some time or another. Christian, Dan, I think we all remember that TLC match last year.

 

[Ryan snorted, remembering it was Eugene, not Box or White or anyone else that had eliminated him from said TLC match.]

 

Jiles:

Hey, I was there too.

 

[Jiles leans into the FIST once again and whispers.]

 

Jiles:

Wasn’t I?

 

Dewey:

Yeah, and just like Tom said, you did what ever you could to try and win. You tricked each and every one of us in that match into thinking you couldn’t compete, and it almost worked...

 

[Now it was the turn of Christian Light to smile proudly.]

 

Dewey:

And after all the tricks you played on me during the Master of Wrestling tournament, I know I don’t trust you like I do this man here.

 

[Oh, he clapped Tom on the shoulder at that point. He then turns to Christian Light and Dan Ryan]

 

Dewey:

And I want to trust you two, I really do. I have nothing but respect for everything the two of you have done in your careers, but I know Tom. I've fought with him and I've sparred against him. I can’t help but listen to him and trust everything he says. We all need to be on the same page, we all need to be singing from the same hymn book... Do you guys think we can do that?

 

[That clearly isn’t Eugene’s only concern, but this isn’t the place to bring them up, and so he takes a seat once again.]

 

Light:

Absolutely.

 

[Light clears his throat for a second.  It’s a bit dry what with all the byproduct of when COOL meets fire, but Christian’s a big boy, and he can manage.]

 

Light:

Look, over the last few shows, I know I haven’t been myself lately.  And yes, I know last week, I may have sort of kind of jawjacked Chance Von Crank into next show out of nothing short of anger and spite.  But that’s one of the things I’m trying to correct this visit to the Training Temple. My focus needs focus, and I’ll be the first one to admit it to anyone willing to listen.  And if there’s anyone who can assist me with handling my aggressive feelings, don’t you all think it’s this guy?

 

[Light motions an open hand to Sergei, who does not react in any tangible way.]

 

Light:

I’ve renounced all of my grudges.  I don’t hate Kai Scott.  I don’t hate Chance Von Crank, though you have to admit the little sack of dirt has it coming.  The closest thing I have to hate in this match is the residual bad feelings I have over Edward White trying to open my skull with a turnbuckle bolt, but as I said, I’m trying to deal with that too.  I am putting my focus on the one thing we can do that will shame all five of them all at once, and will serve as retribution enough for me.

 

That’s to win.

 

But to do that, I have to be on the same page as the rest of my team.

 

I have to be the team player I really wasn’t with The Good Fight.

 

This is my chance to join forces with you guys and start to make right all that I’ve done wrong since Ronnie Long popped me in the head with a shovel at the end of the GCL finals.  

 

This is my only focus.

 

[Light looks squarely at Eugene and Tom.]

 

Light:

You guys don’t have to trust my words.  I’d understand completely if you don’t.  This coming show, I speak with my actions.

 

[After a few long moments, Tom couldn’t help but break into a helpless smile.]

 

Sawyer:

When we’re done here? I think it’s time for a cross-country race, Christian.

 

[A wide grin from Christian.  You get the feeling he’d be a distance runner if wrestling hadn’t called his name.]

 

Light:

Anytime, man.  Anytime.

 

[Dan Ryan waves a massive hand almost dismissively and almost cringes.]

 

Ryan:  

Look, all of this talk is fascinating. REALLY, it is. Truth is, I started to drift off a little bit while Tom was talking about respect and trust. This guy... [Ryan motions to the COOL.] .. I understand. I don’t want any of you to trust me ever. You say I’m a bully, Tom? I’m not a bully. A bully doesn’t tell you up front what he’s gonna do. I don’t even know you, Tom, so your lectures about trust? Save ‘em for the corporate picnic. Do the turn-around-and-fall-into-someone’s-arms routine with someone else.

 

[Jiles snickers. Hey, a good shutdown was a good shutdown, and all the good vibes and camaraderie was being excised like a tumor.]

 

Ryan:

As for the actual issue AT HAND -- all that matters is this. Everyone here has an issue with someone on the other side. No one here has any reason to do anything but get into that ring and kick some fuckin’ ass. I’m here to cave in Bronson Box and Edward White’s skulls. Everything else is a bonus.

 

[A momentary silence blankets the room. And then, once again, someone leaps to their feet.]

 

[And once again, it’s Tom Sawyer. His chair slides back, wheels squeaking frantically, until the thing bonks into the wall behind him.]

 

Sawyer:

Ryan, you unbelievable assho-

 

Light:

Tom, calm do-

 

Gene:

Tom, hymn book...

 

Sawyer:

No! NO! I’ve officially had enough. Dan Ryan, you walk into DEFIANCE with nothing but your legacy and your enormous ego, and expect to be treated like some sort of God deigning to sully yourself with our little rinky-dink company. And for some reason that totally escapes me? Eric Dane does it.

 

[With Dan Ryan’s face going stony, Tom levels a shaking finger directly at him. It’s not an emotion that most in the room have actually seen Tom show, but Tom is honestly furiously pissed the fuck off.]

 

Sawyer:

You’re a bully. You come in here and end careers, you try to throw your weight around like you’re some sort of God’s Gift to Wrestling, and what do we do? What do I do? I run out there and back you up. When you pick a fight that you cannot win-

 

[Tom slams a fist on the table, leaning across it, eyes burning.]

 

Sawyer:

And mark my words, Bronson Box and Edward White were going to carve you like a Thanksgiving turkey-

 

[Tom straightens, lip quivering a bit in anger. Eugene’s eyes are like whoa. Christian Light is gobsmacked. Even Cancer Jiles’ legendary wit is at a loss. He leans toward Christian Light, to hiss a question. Just as Jiles opens his mouth, Light just holds up an index finger.]

 

Sawyer:

I came out to help you. And I got my head kicked in from behind for it. Not a single bit of thanks for keeping you from getting gangstomped by the Blood Diamonds. Instead, you sit there with your little “I’m better than this” attitude, and all your accolades... Do you have any idea how many World Champions have come into DEFIANCE? And proven that when it came right down to it, they couldn’t hang? They didn’t have what it takes to be a DEFIANT? 

 

[Tom clenches up a fist. It’s nowhere near the size of Dan Ryan’s fist. But it’s a half-decent fist. His thumb extends, and he jabs it towards his own chest.]

 

Sawyer:

I’ve fought some of the best and biggest in this business. World Champions. Monsters. Legends. The kind of man who would be headlining shows with Dan Ryan in CSWA and VWF and wherever the hell else. And I never back down. I’m always trying to do the right thing, make sure that evil doesn’t triumph, and MOST OF ALL, that jerkoffs like YOU don’t get to do whatever they please.

 

[Tom grits his teeth, putting both hands on the table, and leans forward. Close enough that if Dan Ryan wanted, he could jump up and knock Tom out.]

 

[Or try to.]

 

Sawyer:

You’re one of the biggest guys on the DEFIANCE roster, and you’re good in the ring. Don’t get me wrong, Dan. I watch more pro wrestling than anyone else alive. I’ve seen matches I bet you don’t even remember.  And I am not afraid of you. And after this ten-man tag?

 

[Tom straightens up, levelling that accusatory finger at Dan Ryan once more.]

 

Sawyer:

I’m never helping you in any way ever again. Because I fully believe that you and Bronson Box are exactly the same. You even want the same thing from one another. To cement your DEFIANCE legacies. Well, Jack, consider this fair warning. You try to use this match to make yourself look tougher against Box by using any of us as your punching bag?

 

[Momentary silence.]

 

Sawyer:

You and me are going to have a problem. 

 

[It was quite obvious that Tom had finally finished. And, it was a good thing that the boardroom table was two pieces, because then, when Dan Ryan leapt to his feet, knocking his chair over with a loud BANG, Ryan could grab only HALF of the table and yank it out of the way.]

 

Ryan:

You insignificant little pipsqueak, who the hell do you think you’re talking t-

 

[And the five members of Team SRS BEANS all joined in, Light and Eugene getting between Tom and Dan, Cancer Jiles grabbing his title belt and getting the hell out of the way.]

 

Tom Sawyer, Dan Ryan, Eugene Dewey, Christian Light, Cancer Jiles:

LOUD NOISES

 

[Sergei took a moment, then went patting through his pockets, pulling out a whistle. He comes to his feet, and strikes an unmistakable pose... It’d be hard to deny that the dude’s still got it. He could step into a ring tomorrow. Faces of Death, Take Two.]

 

PHWEEEEEEEEET

 

[All five men turned to look at Sergei.]

 

Sergei Bogorovich:

Christian? Eugene? Thank you for keeping my room from being destroyed. Tom?Take a breath. Mr. Ryan? Thank you for coming to my Training Temple. I’ll call you a taxi.

 

[Sergei actually showed a bit of emotion for the first time this afternoon. The Russian Ed Norton-looking motherfucker narrowed his eyes as he watched ]

 

Sergei Bogorovich:

I do not believe I’d like for you to stay on my land. And Cancer?

 

Cancer Jiles:

...Yeah?

 

Sergei Bogorovich:

I actually have some students who were hoping you would spend a small amount of time teaching a class on COOL.

 

[Dan Ryan grabs his duffel bag, and growls some indescribable words. He stomps to the door, and throws the thing open with a building-shaking BANG! Before storming out, he stops, looks back at Tom, and levels a finger back at the Canadian.]

 

Dan Ryan:

Pray that Dane never puts us in a match.

 

[Dan Ryan now goes with the delayed storming out, and let the door swing shut behind him. But, unwilling to let things end so abruptly... Tom called out as Ryan goes.]

 

Sawyer:

THE ONLY EGO THAT NEEDS BUSTING IS YOURS!

 

Eugene Dewey:

Tom, Jesus Christ, do you WANT to get murderbombed through the ramp?

 

Tom Sawyer:

I’ve gone out of my way in the past to pick a fight with the Untouchables. AND the Truly Untouchables. And an entire wrestling federation who hated me for entering their Royal Rumble. And huge dudes just like him. He might be the most accolade-heavy guy around... But he has no idea what he’s in for if he fights me.

 

Christian Light:

I hope you know what you’re doing, kid. We’ve now got a time bomb in our ten-man tag. 

 

Sawyer:

We always did. 

 

[Forgotten until now, Cancer Jiles walks into the huddle of men, even as Sergei Bogorovich walks past, on his cell phone. Title belt securely around his waist, Cancer pats Tom and Eugene on the backs, a huge grin on his lips. Now that he was part of the big, happy family, Cancer felt totally at home with his new bestest buddies in the whole wide world. Sergei mumbles something about a cab. He had to be a good host, as he booted Danno Ryan the fuck off his land.]

 

Cancer Jiles:

Heavy shit. Who wants to go get high?