Shane sits there. Anger and hatred are evident on his face. His, usually, calm demeanor is gone. There are a million thoughts and words running through his head, all at the same time. As he tries to sort everything out he realises that Adam/Brandon is waiting for an answer.
Shane: You shouldn't have to ask, Ada.......BRANDON!
As Shane speaks Brandon's name his voice drips with anger.
Shane: You know me well enough to have forseen my answer. I've never been one to walk away. If you want me to leave then your send in your men, and I'll settle it with them.
Shane eases out of the chair. His hands are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are truning red. His eyes are locked on Brandon.
Brandon just nods his head at Shane. He expected nothing less than this from him. Brandon reaches over and presses a button on the back of the desk. Seconds later the two men that kidnapped Shane walk in through the office doors. Both are sporting minor injuries from their first encounter with Shane. Man 2 has a large bruise on the side of his face, where Shane smoked him with the ICWA World Title. Man 1's jaw is a little swollen from the jawbreaker he recieved.
Shane turns his attention away from Brandon, for the moment. He moves to face his two attackers, again.
The two men notice the look on Shane's face. They are a little hesitant to try and deal with him. He gave them a tough time when he wasn't even expecting to fight. What would happen now that he was ready, and wanting to have a go at them?
Man 2 circles to Shane's left. Shane turns his head slightly, just to catch a glimpse of where Man 2 was going, then slowly turns his look back to Man 1. At this point Shane is not himself. He's usually in control. He's usually the one sending his opponents over the edge. He enjoys it when his opponents don't quite know how to react to him. His style is different from anything, most, have ever seen. Very few people have ever gotten to Shane the way that Brandon/Adam just has. He's lost his control, he's ready to take his rage out on anyone within reach. Brandon's two henchmen are going to work out nicely.
Man 2 makes the first move. He takes a monsterous swing at Shane. Shane ducks it easily. He retaliates by pushing Man 2 out of his way. Man 2 stumbles back several steps before regaining his balance. Once he has his feet under himself again he charges Shane. Shane counters by monkey flipping Man 2 onto Brandon's desk. As Man 2 comes crashing down onto the top of the desk he crushes several objects, and knocks others onto the floor. Brandon stands looking at his henchman, with his arms crossed over his chest. Man 1 notices the plight of his comrade and quickly jumps in. He takes a swing at Shane. Shane grabs Man 1's wrist before the punch can land. With his free hand Shane grabs Man 1 by the throat. He pulls his attacker close, as if to whisper something to him. Out of nowhere Shane slams his forehead into Man 1's face. Man 1 lets out a yelp of pain as Shane's forehead almost crushes his nose. Shane releases his grip on the man's throat. Man 1 drops to his knees, as blood gushes from his busted nose. Shane stands over him, blood runs down his face, from his forehead. It's not Shane's blood though, it's his attacker's.
Brandon stands off to the side. He's part of the room, but not part of the scene in it. He watches, calmly, as Shane takes apart his goons. He knew his hired men would fail this time around. They were just street brawlers, bouncers at best. Shane on the other hand is a experienced fighter. Compared to others in the CWF Shane was still considered somewhat of a rookie. He hadn't been in the "game" as long as others on the roster, but he learned quickly. The two men he's fighting right now don't stand much of a chance. They were able to blindside him, with a taser, when he wasn't expecting it. Would they be able to catch him off guard again?
As Man 1 kneels at Shane's feet Man 2 rolls off the desk. He reaches into his jacket and produces the taser he zapped Shane with earlier. He approaches Shane, intending to stun him with it. Shane glances over his shoulder. He notices Man 2 approaching, but doesn't turn to face him. When Man 2 gets within inches of him, Shane spins around. He plants his forearm into the side of Man 2's neck. The blow is enough to make the man drop the stun gun. Before Man 2 can recover from the blow Shane reachs down and picks up the stun gun. He presses it against the back of Man 2's neck and flips it on. Man 2's body tightens as a jolt of electricity courses through it. He drops to the floor unconscious. Shane drops the stun gun on the man's crumpled body, and turns to face Brandon.
Shane: Anything else?
Anger is still driving Shane. The two henchmen did little to relieve his frustration. If anything they increased it.
Shane: You accuse me of selling out. You accuse me of turning my back on a friend. You accuse me of becoming.....what I fought......so hard against!
Shane raises a hand and points at Brandon.
Shane: If anything you should accuse yourself. You were the one that walked away from the ICWA. YOU, not me. You want to know why I walked away from you, when you needed my help? In the weeks leading up to "The Billion Dollar Challenge" I noticed a change in you. You were hiding something from me. When you spend as much time together as we did, you can pick up these things. There were subtle changes in you. At first I though you were worried about the match with Jeckel, but you never said anything about it. You never ONCE mentioned anything about the "possibility" of loosing that match. A match, the size of the Billion Dollar Challenge, should have left you with uneasy feelings. You didn't seem worried that you might loose everything you worked for. It made me suspicious. I had several ideas about what it was that you were hiding, I even considered you might be planning a jump to the CWF, but I dismissed it all. The night of "The Challenge", though, my suspicions came back. As your match with Jeckel neared it's end I noticed you weren't capitalising on opprotunities. It's like you wanted him to win. When he pinned you I knew I was right. You put your life into that company, you would have fought to the death before letting someone like Jeckel...Drew, take it away from you. That's why I walked away from you.
Behind Shane, Man 1 is pulling himself to his feet. He leans heavily on the desk as he tries to get to his feet. The front of his black suit is drenched in blood. His nose continues to bleed as tries to stand. Shane hears the man's struggle to stand. Shane whirls around, and without hesitation plants a knee into Man 1's stomach. Man 1 drops to a knee, his one arm still resting on top of the desk. Shane takes a step toward the man. He places a hand on the back of Man 1's head.
Shane: You say I've sold out to the company I hated. NEVER! I would never sell out to the CWF. When the ICWA closed, I had limited options. I could have walked away from the industry. I could have gone to Hollywood and become a movie star. They were hungry for someone with my selling power. But I didn't want that. I could have spent the rest of my career jumping from Indy federation to Indy federation. I never would have made the money I was getting in the ICWA, but I would still have been in the industry. I considered it, but with my abilities I would have walked all over every federation I went into. My last option was to come here, to the CWF. I didn't want to. I tried to think of somewhere else I could have gone. I made my decision when I saw the names on the roster. Mike Manson and Drew. There was the fact that Joe O'Brien and Grimm were close to signing on too. With a handfull of familiar faces at least the enemy territory wouldn't be unbearable. The competition would be good, I would be challenged. So I signed. Then I recieved my first pay cheque. It was in a CWF envelope, written on a CWF cheque, and endorsed by the CWF owner. It sickend me. I knew that the only way I was going be able to stomach being part of the CWF was to make sure the ICWA still lived. Joe never layed down in the ring for me, he just wasn't able to take the pressure of CWF living anymore. He wanted someone to put him out of the misery. He asked me to win that title because he knew I was the one person that would be able to carry the banner. He never layed down, he fought me the way he would have anyone else.
Shane's hand still grips the back of Man 1's head. As Shane finishes his sentence, a flare of anger wells up. Thinink about Joe O'Brien being destroyed by the CWF machine has thrown fuel onto the fire. Man 1 doesn't even see it coming. Shane slams the side of the man's head into the front pannel of Brandon's desk. A loud CRACK fills the room as the man's head thumps off the wood. The force of the impact is so stong that it fractures the front of the desk. Man 1's body falls limp to the ground.
Shane: A lie told often enough becomes the truth*. Your death was a lie. I'm sorry I ever mourned you. I'm sorry I ever visited your grave. I'm sorry I ever cared.
Shane moves away from the two destroyed goons and steps in Brandon's direction.
Shane: You stand there, talking like Brandon, acting like Brandon, thinking like Brandon, but you don't look like Brandon. You look like Adam. You're living a lie, again. I don't want to wait until E3 to finish what you've started. I want to end it right here. I'm ready to go.....are you?
Shane steps up to Brandon. He wants retribution for the pain that Brandon has caused him. He's ready to put the past behind him, and put Brandon behind him too.
It seems that Shane isn't leaving unless he's carrying Brandon Sinclair's head under his arm.
How is Brandon going to deal with him?
* Quoted from Lenin