Ichabod wakes up from his midday nap rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looks around to realize he is in the Parke Facility again. He and Judas spent all night training hard with Steve. He doesn't know if Judas is still in the facility, with his new power over daylight, he was likely roaming the strip at Myrtle Beach looking to revitalize himself from the night before.
Ichabod sits up and swings his legs out over the edge of the bed. He stretches a little and reaches into his bedside cooler for a beer. As he finishes off the beer, he throws it into a trash receptacle and heads out of the room to go meet Steve and have a few words about his upcoming match.
On the way, he happens to pass one of the computer rooms and decides to visit one of the many terminals for a moment.
Members of Forsaken:
Ichabod clicks send on the email button, delivering the message to all the members of his team. He slides his chair out with a slight screech and shuts off the terminal. He continues toward Steve's office.
Steve is busy reviewing X's promo again when the door clicks open and Ichabod steps in. He takes a seat in a large leather chair in front of Steve's desk. Steve nods to him as the tape finishes playing. He ejects the tape and pulls a panel in the wall open, placing it on the shelf of his personal library. He sits back down and places his hands behind his head, smirking.
Well, it seems the basic focus of that promo was to make fun of the way you cut promos, Ichabod.
I'm very impressed. X should know that I don't cut promos. I just go about my everyday life and WOW cameras seem to follow me everywhere I go, just like they do to everyone else in this federation. I notice he wasn't impressed by what I did to my uncle. Very good, I wasn't doing it to impress anyone. I did it to send a message, and it sound to me like he got the message... at least in part. Spoiled brats tend to have selective hearing.
Spoiled brats?
Thats right. Thats what those three cowards are. Think about it. A child who is born into money tends to turn out the worst kid you can meet. He has the world in his parents pockets, which he is constantly emptying, but he's not satisfied. He wants more, and more, and more. You give him the world, he wants the universe. But his parents, though well endowed, can only give him so much. So what does he do? He acts out, throws temper tantrums, and rebels. Meanwhile you have the poor kids thankful for what they've got who have to fight to get a piece.
I know what you mean. Lax, B-Pac, Triple X. They've had WoW basically handed to all of them since they first started. But that doesn't satisfy them. They are greedy, spoiled with always being loved by the fans and the suits. When someone else comes along and begins to share in that glory, they get all bent out of shape.
Not only that, Steve, but like spoiled brats they are greedy. Not only do they want to keep Forsaken from stealing their limelight, but they've ripped us off "declaring war on WOW." They haven't been wronged, they just want to take credit for our war.
And another thing, exaclty what is their agenda? Punish the WOW by hanging out with Darren's men? Make the WOW pay by attacking the one group who is against WOW? C'mon, what are they really planning? Probably a serf-like takeover in which they oust Darren and Cheapshots only to replay history and rule the same way those men do.
Well, whatever their agenda is, it makes absolutely no sense at all.
You're damn right it doesn't. But sense or no sense, Triple X is my opponent, which means that I still need to pay attention to what he says. The guy is fuckin psycho, who knows what the hell goes through his mind. One week its monkeys, the next its preachers, then its golf caddies. He may peddle a whole lot of nonsense, but he is one smart guy. I'm sure he's going to pull out all the stops to get this number one contendership... but its going to be my job--no my pleasure--to stop him dead in his tracks. The Elite is but three silver-spoon fed ex-champions, while Forsaken is a six man force of power that has been held back until now. I'm no champion of the little guy, I'm merely a way, a guide, for the future stars of WOW to rise. And if that means taking out every spoiled brat starting with Triple X, then so be it. I knew the risks when I put on the uniform, if you catch my drift.
And if B-Pac interferes again?
Oh I don't think he will, Steve. Him or Adam Lax.
Steve raises his eyebrows at Ichabod's prediction as the scene fades out.
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