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It Takes A Wolf
Topic Started: Aug 4 2010, 04:51 PM (1,472 Views)
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The Master and Ruler Of The World

Another soundtrack lead-in. Just the first few seconds, to set the tone a bit.

The camera pans down from the ceiling and Simon Swinger is sitting in a comfortable looking chair in a foreign looking restaurant. One of those restaurants with goofy "old" stuff scattered on the walls, with ridiculous and yet completely corporate looking outfits on as they smile and serve chicken fingers. As a kid in the suburbs, Simon went to Bennigan's and Friday's a lot, and there wasn't a Chili's in town. So, when the reporter doing an article about Revenge wanted an interview, Simon jumped at the opportunity, fashioning himself a connoisseur of fried food, and the like. The reigning World Heavyweight Champion sits in the booth, hair pulled back, and wearing one of those old style black iron-on t-shirts that says "THE CHAMP IS HERE". The man across from him is shorter and a little pudgy with a poorly trimmed beard.


Reporter: It's Steve.

Simon: Okay.

Steve: You didn't ask, I was just telling you. So, okay, Revenge.

Simon: Yep.

Simon takes a deep breath, frustrated.

Simon: I'm going to win, Steve. I'm not a guy who, and you can ask around about this, but I don't make false claims a lot. I'm Simon Swinger, and I win matches. Do you know how many falls I've lost since I came into the BQWA in February 2009? Five. Outside of the BQWA, I lost one more match than that. So, in eighteen months, during which, I've wrestled at least once a week for a majority of that, I've been pinned six times. I'm not perfect, nobody is, and I'm not claiming that. But, I'm just about as close inside that ring as you can get.

With that out of the way, Simon takes a drink out of some ridiculous berry concoction smoothie he ordered.

Steve: What did you think of the ending of Meltdown this week?

Simon: I guess it was better than being stabbed in the face.

He shrugs, noncommittally.

Simon: But, to answer your question, I thought it was pathetic. On both Halo & Big Evil's accounts. I looked into his eyes when he, you know, bellowed "ON YOUR KNEES", and I was disgusted. This is a man who legitimately takes joy in stuff like this. I don't get it, honest to God. It's not something I understand, and I'll probably never understand it. Is it insecurity? I don't know. Maybe this is the one area in his life he can still control and he's relishing that? I don't know, Steve. I don't understand his brain.

Steve: What's it like working for him?

Simon: It's...well, it's the worst. I've never seen a more flagrant disregard for basic morality than I have under Big Evil. I've heard horror stories of Karisma & Dolly's control, but I wasn't there. I can't say, so, I can only say how bad Big Evil is. It's gotten to the point where...and pro wrestling is something I love, Steve, don't get me wrong...but I hate coming to work. I'm the World Heavyweight Champion, the top guy in the company, and I don't like working in the company under Big Evil.

Steve: What'd you mean by that?

Simon: It's like I said, I love pro wrestling. Pure competition, testing my abilities, physical and mental against other great athletes and getting paid handsomely to do so? That's great, that's why I came back to wrestling in the first place. When I won the title, I was excited. As Champion, I thought I would finally get to have clean competition, and take on guys like Murdoch, Gogz, Plus, Chain, Halo, just one on one. But with Big Evil being Big Evil, this first month has been me having my title stolen, being stabbed in the face, and embarrassed on a national stage. I don't enjoy this environment I work in, and I'm not the only one.

Steve: So what does that mean?

Simon: Oh, it doesn't mean anything.

Simon takes another drink, and a bite of a chicken finger.

Simon: I'm not giving up, because then he wins. If I give up, that's another huge victory for him. The fact that he ACTUALLY got rid of Colossus made him pretty unbearable as it is. If he got a standing World Champion and the top guy in the company to quit? Who's next, then? Anyone who differs with the son of a bitch on anything would then run the risk of losing their job. Maybe I'm self important, but I kind of think I have to hang on and keep fighting. I can't handle letting people down.

Steve: Why's that?

Simon looks up at Steve, looking into his eyes. He takes a deep breath and looks away.

Simon: No. Change the subject.

Steve scrambles around in his notes, and Simon takes the time to finish the chicken finger.

Steve: Okay, uh....oh. Got one.

Simon: Good.

Steve: Last fall, you were a very hated man by the BQWA Solar System, but when you saved Andy Chills from Sex & Violence, that all turned around. A year later, save ChainReaction, you might be the most beloved man in the company. How do you react to that?

Simon laughs.

Simon: I don't know, Chain's kind of untouchable there. Everybody loves the underdog story, like an Australian Rocky Balboa or something. Good for him.

Thinking of the second part of the question, Simon shrugs.

Simon: As or the crowd response? I never tried for it, so I can't say a lot. I show up, and I win matches. I think there's a certain attraction to a guy like me, who talks about what he's going to do, and he goes out and does it. I always loved wrestlers who did that when I was a kid, but I can't say for sure. The bottom line is, I do what I think is right. If what I think is right is stopping S&V from crippling my then-best friend or taking a stand against tyrannical GM's, then so be it. The people cheer. I didn't ask for it, but they'll do what they want. I'm sure there's going to come a time, when I'm defending this title against another popular guy like Plus or Chain, or God willing, Colossus, and the people might not like Simon Swinger so much anymore. They paid money, that's their prerogative. It won't bother me.

Steve: You're pretty well known for having an active imagination and producing ridiculous music videos.

Simon: I thought the Lion King piece was superb.

Steve: How do you come up with these ideas?

Simon: I don't know, Steve. Honest.

Simon chuckles a bit, and leans back as he eats another chicken finger. Steve waits, and Simon wipes the crumbs off.

Steve: As far as you and Halo go at Revenge, a lot of people have noted that you two couldn't be more different. He's a strong confident man from the streets, and you've confessed yourself that you grew up wealthy, and the two of you together --

Something clicks in Simon's brain, and he looks away.

It has begun.


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It was his first day.

His old pal Ryan Murdoch had called to tell him he'd be shadowing with Halo for the day, and kept telling how much of an honor it would be to work with a man like Halo. THE man, the most elite superstar in company history. The man who made the BQWA World Championship a belt worth having. He said there wouldn't be a BQWA if not for Halo. Hefty praise. Hefty hefty praise.

Simon sat in a shitty diner, across from Halo, at eight in the morning. The waitress came up with a manu, but Simon shook his head.


Halo: No, get some chow in you. Before we go to the office. My dollar.

Simon: I already ate, thank you, sir.

Halo: Fine, don't.

Halo continues to read the paper, and by the looks of it, the financial section. Simon looks all around, somewhat antsy.

Simon: So, I --

Halo: May I read my paper?

Simon: I'm sorry, I'll get something to eat.

Halo: No, you won't, you fucked that up. I'm tryin' to read my paper, please, shut up.

Halo looks back down to the paper, and Simon chuckles. He looks all around, not sure what to do. Several seconds pass.

Simon: Actually --

Halo looks up now, and smiles.

Halo: Tell me a story, Swinger.

Simon: What? Like my story?

Halo folds up the paper and puts it down.

Halo: Not your story, a story. Since you can't keep your mouth shut long enough for me to read my paper, tell me a story.

Simon: I don't think I know any stories.

Halo: You don't know any stories? Fine, I'll tell you a story. THIS is a newspaper. It's 90% bullshit, but it's entertaining. That's why I read it, because it entertains me. You won't let me read it, so YOU entertain me. Wit' yo' bullshit. Tell me a fuckin' story.

Simon nervously laughs again, and the camera pans out...

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Halo drives his sweet ass car down the street, smoking a cigarette in one hand, as Simon sits in the passenger seat.

Halo: Today's yo' training day, Simon Swinger. Show you around, give you a taste of the business. I got three World Championships under my belt, more than any other man in the history of this company. I was told by a friend a mine that you're somebody to be recognized as a top guy. But I ain't holding no hands, okay? I ain't baby-sitting. You got today and today only to show me who and what you're made of. You don't like beating people, get the fuck out of my car. Go get you a nice, mid-card job, chasing the Custom or Primetime Title or something, you hear me?

Simon nervously nods his head, but smiles.

Simon: I hear you.

Halo: Okay.

They turn the corner on the way somewhere.

Halo: So why you wanna main event?

Simon: I want to entertain the people to the best of --

Halo: Right, right. But why you wanna main event?

Simon: I want to make a lot of money!

Halo: There you go. You can do it, stick with me. You can do it. Unlearn that bullshit they teach you as a rookie though. Don't bring none of that shit in here. That shit'll get you killed.

They keep driving, and pass by La Parka, Silver King, Super Calo, El Dandy, Abismo Negro, Hector Garza and Psicosis on the street, walking.

Halo: How's your espanol?

Simon: Ehhhhh.

Halo: Learn that shit! That shit'll get you killed. The motherfuckers out here plotting all sorts of shit.

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The two arrive at a house, and get out of the car.

Halo: Get your shit together, this is my dog's house.

They walk in, and Johnny Karisma greets Halo with a handshake. Simon steps in, looking all around.

Halo: This my new guy, Simon.

Karisma: Get in here.

Karisma closes the door, and Halo and Simon sit down on the couch. The room is dimly lit, and Karisma sits in his chair.

Karisma: I heard you had a beef in Vegas.

Halo: It's all good.

Karisma: The Russians want your head. I got your back.

Halo: Thank you.

Simon looks all around, confused, as Karisma pours drinks.

Simon: You went and got yourself a fresh faced rookie. Jesus.

Simon continues to look ridiculously out of place.

Karisma: Where'd you grow up?

Simon: Barrington & Chicago, IL.

Karisma: What's your name?

Simon: Simon Swinger.

Karisma looks down, thinking.

Karisma: Swinger...Swinger...Swinger...hmmm. Yeah, yeah, I've heard of you. WSU, that kind of shit.

Simon: How the fuck --

Halo: That's right, how the fuck did you know that?

Karisma: I follow all the good players.

The phone rings, and Karisma doesn't answer it.

Karisma: Alright, here's a joke for you. Here's a joke, boy. One day this man walks out of his house to go to work. He sees this snail on his porch. So he picks it up and chucks it over his roof, into the back yard. Snail bounces off a rock, cracks its shell all to shit, and lands in the grass. Snail lies there dying. But it doesn't die. It eats some grass. Slowly heals. Grows a new shell. And after a while it can crawl again. One day the snail up and heads back to the front of the house. Finally, after a year, the little guy crawls back on the porch. Right then, the man walks out to go to work and sees this snail again. So he says to it, 'What the fuck's your problem?'

Karisma and Halo stare at him, and Simon chuckles a bit. He stops, and looks around.

Simon: That's messed up. That wasn't funny.

Halo: Then why're you laughing?

Simon: I don't know.

Karisma: Figure that joke out, and you'll figure the fed out.

Halo: That's some senseless bullshit, there ain't nothin' ta figure out.

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Simon: PULL THE FUCK OVER! PULL OVER!

Halo pulls over, confused, and Simon runs out. He runs down the sidewalk, and down an alley. Chris Quest & Brock Rayner are trying to rape a girl, and Simon runs over.

Simon: HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!

Brock lunges at Simon, and Simon takes him down on the pavement with a double leg takedown. He punches at him, but Chris Quest runs and kicks Simon in the ribs, the singular impact of the blow more impressive than anything he actually did in the ring. Halo slowly walks over, and leans against the corner. He lights up a cigarette and watches. Chris tries another kick, but Simon catches it. He stands up and trips Chris up onto his back, before stomping down on his face. Brock attacks from behind, but Simon switches behind. He grabs on a rear chinlock, choking out the big man, as Halo begins to smile. Brock fades down to the ground, and both Nightstalkers are unconscious.

Halo walks over, slowly applauding.


Halo: Hahaha! My nigga...

Simon stands over both of them.

Halo: Go ahead cowboy, you got mad squabbles, boy!

Simon: Thanks for the help.

Halo: Yeah, you shoulda' shot 'em.

The girl runs off, and the two begin to wake up. Simon puts his foot on Brock's chest, and Halo cuffs them both.

Simon: Where the fuck did you get --

Halo: Don't worry about it. Hey, Chris, you ever been to the booty house? They make you touch your ankles and --

Chris Quest: SUCK MY DICK, BITCH!

Halo: Haha, that's how it starts.

Halo pulls him up, and puts him against the wall. Simon watches on as Halo now has two guns through the power of a dream sequence.

Halo: So, you like to rape young girls then?

Chris: No, I --

Halo: Suck my dick, bitch? Right? That's what you said?

Halo holds both guns up to Chris' head.

Chris: No, I --

Halo: So I'm a liar? That's what you're saying?

Chris Quest begins to weep.

Halo: You didn't say "Suck my dick, bitch" then? I'm a liar? That's not what you said to me? So I'm lying?

Chris: No --

Halo: Pull your pants down.

Halo holds the guns pointing down.

Halo: I'll give you one nut, which one you want? It's up to you. Make a decision, make a decision.

Chris is absolutely crying and muttering now.

Halo: Haha, alright. Put ya' hands on ya head.

Halo backs off and smiles, before pistol slapping Chris Quest in the dick. He falls down, clutching at his groin.

Halo: Lucky I got more pressing business. Otherwise, I'd cut that fuckin' dick off and stuff it up that funk ass a' yours. Bitch!

Halo puts his guns away, and looks at Simon, who looks incredibly conflicted.

Halo: DAMN! I'M THIRSTY! I WANT A BEER, WHAT ABOUT YOU?

Halo walks off, smiling, and Simon slowly follows.

Brock: PUSSY ASS BITCH!

Simon turns back, looking at Brock Rayner on the ground. He shakes his head in disgust, and turns around. He walks off, but stops to see the pink wallet on the ground. He picks it up, and the scene cuts away.

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Halo: Fuck it.

Back in the car.

Halo: Let the garbage handle the garbage, we're professionals. Main eventers, we handle the big fish. Those fucking crackheads kill you without hesitation. Animals.

Simon: Which is why they don't belong here, they deserve justice.

Halo: Street justice, that's what they got.

Simon: Street justice!

Halo: What's wrong with that?

Simon: Just let the animals wipe themselves out?

Halo: God willing! Fuck 'em. Everybody who looks like 'em.

Simon looks out the window, growing increasingly unsure about this.

Halo: Unfortunately, the good guys, they die first. To protect the sheep, you gotta catch the wolf. And it takes a wolf to catch a wolf, you understand me?

Simon: ...what?

Halo: I SAID YOU PROTECT THE SHEEP BY KILLING THE MOTHERFUCKING WOLVES!

Simon: Yeah, I --

Halo: NO, YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME! YOU LISTENING, BUT YOU DIDN'T FUCKING HEAR ME.

Simon: Alright, whatever.

Halo: Yeah. Whatever the fuck ever.

Simon: Let me ask you something. When do we actually wrestle? It seems like we're busy stopping people from --

Halo: What the fuck're you talking about? That's nothing but shit in between your ears. Shit, they BUILD arenas because of me.

Simon nods his head, awkwardly.

Halo: Live gates have made over ten million dollars on shows I've main evented. I've main evented Immortals, my record speaks for itself. When you've won an Immortals main event, fucking talk to me. How many Immortals you even been in? That's right. Zero. Yeah, I rest my case.

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It takes a wolf to kill a wolf.

Protect the sheep.

Kill the motherfucking wolves.

It didn't make a whole lot of sense then.


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Steve: Simon?

Shimmer.

Steve: Simon?

Slowly fade back to consciousness.

Steve: Simon? Simon? It's Steve, remember? Interview?

Chili's. Right, right. Chicken fingers, smoothie. Burger on the way. Right.

Simon: Right.

Steve: You kind of just --

Simon: Yeah.

Steve: So what do you plan to do at Revenge?

Simon: Kill the motherfucking wolf.



TO BE CONTINUED...

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Ford
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You seem unhappy. I like that.

I am supremely enjoyed by this, and take full credit for assisting in the hatching of this idea. The dynamic of Halo and Simon fits the film perfectly, and I love that you used the bit about the wolf as the closing line to tie it all together. Also, Chili's rules.

Part 2 plz.
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Simon, I like this piece. I really do. Your use of flashbacks to tie the story together worked well. I like how you were able to use it in an informal interview was very good. Good work champ, and this ME against Halo should be great.
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Nigga, if you do not SMOKE THIS, we will have a prob-lem.
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On TBS. Very Funny.

So I have to agree with Dean, even though you and I had this conversation. It may have been meant to come across as a dream sequence, and realistically, it WAS a dream sequence, but to me, it seemed more like the question at the interview triggered your memory to the first time you and Halo met, which seems totally plausible. Moving on, this was a great piece paying tribute to a great movie, and no better feud would exemplify Training Day. It was so fucking awesome picturing Halo as Denzel in this, just fucking great. The part with the luchas and learning spanish was awesome. I wish you used the breakfast line regardless of what I said. GREAT fucking ending about killing the wolf. Look forward to part deux.
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I've never seen Training Day so all the references were lost on me but this was a solid piece of writing that really does make sense with the two characters so I'm looking forward to part two.
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Cookin' up something special in response to this. I liked it though. My friends and I quote Training Day all the time so I got a kick out of the references.
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I read this when you first posted this and totally forgot to leave feedback. I was greatly enjoyed by this nig, having also been greatly me am enjoyed Training Day. Fantastic idea and supremely executed.
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loved it! brilliant piece of writing. As stated the training day reference was a great fit for the flashback and the end line has me hooked, so now you need to feed us that sinker.
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IT TAKES A WOLF: PART TWO - ALL DREAM SEQUENCE



In the car, we begin where we left off, as Halo drives. Simon Swinger sits in the passenger's seat, looking very tense. Halo breaks the tension by smiling.

Halo: I see you put on that chokehold on, haha. I thought that was a no-no, boy.

Simon: I was getting my ass kicked, man --

Halo points at him, and smiles again.

Halo: And you did what you had to do. Alright? You did what you had to do. That's right.

Halo randomly hollers like a wolf now, and Simon slowly nods his head.

Halo: That's what a wolf does. You a wolf?

Simon awkwardly smiles as Halo looks at him.

Halo: Come on, wolf.

Halo makes another wolf call, and Simon half-heartedly makes one.

Halo: Haha, no I said a wolf. Not a roster. A wolf!

Simon finally hollers like a wolf, almost sounding more wild than Halo's, and the veteran laughs as he holds out the can of beer again.

Simon: Fuck this, man. Give me the beer.

Halo: There you go, that's my man.

Simon grabs the beer, and opens it, as he smiles.

Halo: You got the magic eye, Swinger. You got the magic eye. You up for fed IQ, an I guarantee you're gonna do some damage out here.

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Halo and Simon Swinger walk out of a house, and Simon is wearing a completely ridiculous "POLICE" jacket, as Halo holds a wad of cash.

Simon: "You wanna go to jail or you wanna go home?" What the fuck? We can't just go around and fucking --

An angry black woman runs out of the house, cigarette in hand, and yells.

Woman: AY! AY! GIVE ME MY FUCKIN' MONEY BACK! AY NIGGA OVER THERE! BLAST THAT FOOL!

Simon and Halo quickly get into the car, as shirtless angry black gang members run over, and a gunshot pierces the back window of the car, and then another.

Simon: JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE FUC --

Halo: Stay here. Drive.

Halo pulls two guns out, and steps out. He confidently fires off both guns, and the gang members scatter. They hide behind cars and trees, and Halo confidently stands there.

Halo: That's right, motherfuckers.

Halo runs back to the car, and they drive off quickly.

Simon: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

Halo: Don't worry about it, you know. I was looking for steroid.

Simon: She was screaming about money, man.

Halo: Bitch was talking out of her ass, tryin' ta' get us killed.

Simon: Jesus, I'm going to be on the six o'clock news for this. In a orange jumpsuit and handcuffs because you, it's open season on wrestlers for --

Halo: Pull over.

Simon pulls over, since they've since escaped. Halo quickly steps out of the car, and shuts his door. Simon follows suit, and is confused.

Halo: Listen. You're in a privileged position to learn something here, so keep your mouth shut and your eyes open. If you're serious about doing some good, this is the place to learn. But if this kinda shit shakes you up, maybe you outta go back to the indies, you know? Regional hero and shit, like a Chicago Jerry Lawler.

Simon: Lawler rules.

Halo: Shut the fuck up. You gotta decide whether you're a wolf or a sheep. You get your titles, or...

Halo rips a flyer down off of the wall, and hands it to Simon. It says "LOCAL INDEPENDENT WRESTLING AT THE VFW HALL ON SATURDAY!"

Halo: Or do this shit.

Halo goes back into the car, and Simon looks at the flyer. He shakes his head, and crumbles it up in his hand. He throws it down, and walks back to the car.

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The car turns a corner, the three bullet holes are clear in the back window. They car roles down the street with palm trees every few houses, and people all around watching the car.

Simon: Isn't this like a jungle?

Halo: That's right.

Simon: I heard you don't walk in here with less than a platoon.

Halo: That's right.

They keep driving, and a number of people, like Jonathon Night, Blade Stonewall, Dan Sorbello, Mavrick, etc. are seen watching the car.

Halo: This the heart of it, right here. A lot of problems lead right here. One way in, one way out.

Simon: I thought we were getting lunch.

Halo: Hey, don't ever come up here without me. I'm serious, for your safety.

Phenetic and Whacko watch the car roll by, and Phenetic blows smoke out of his mouth.

Halo: They know if they get outta' line, I'm taxing that ass.

Simon: Birds?

Pigeons fly through the air, catching the rookie's eye.

Halo: They flippin' pigeons. Let everybody know I'm here.

A shirtless Maxwell Starbux stands on the roof, letting pigeons out of their cages.

Halo parks the car, and he and Simon Swinger get out of the car. They walk up, and ChainReaction, Colossus, A+, Kamikaze, and Buzz Krueger are playing a hand of cards. Buzz points it out, and they all look up. The majority of them glare at Halo, or look away.


Halo: What's happening, fellas?

Colossus: Not much.

Chain: Hey, thanks for that tip on my boy's game. That's some real shit.

Halo: No problem.

Halo laughs, and they walk through. Simon looks down at the floor, unsure, and the two walk off.

A+: I'm sick of this shit man.

Colossus: I can't stand that motherfucker.

The camera cuts to Simon and Halo.

Simon: Who was that?

Halo: Some busted ass niggas tryin' to take my spot. Fuck 'em.

Halo and Simon begin to walk up a flight of stairs now.

Simon: Who lives here?

Halo: One of my lovelies, one of my dimes. A loving touch, you know. Don't worry about it.

They get to the door and knock, and a very attractive hispanic looking woman opens the door. Halo greets her with a kiss, and then points to Simon.

Halo: This is my new guy. Simon.

Simon: Nice to meet you.

She greets him with a handshake, and they smile.

Woman: Welcome to my home --

Halo: Ay, hook him up with some food, will you?

Woman: Sure. This house is y --

Halo: Hahahaha.

Halo walks off to the bedroom laughing, and the woman seats Simon on the couch. Next to him sits a small, half-black, half-hispanic child. Probably Halo's, although Simon can't possibly be sure.

Woman: I'll be right back.

Simon awkwardly looks around, and looks at the kid.

Simon: How're you?

Child: Fine.

Time passes. The sun drops a bit.

Simon is asleep on the couch, as well as the kid next to him. Halo stands above him, holding his gun.


Halo: Wake up.

Simon's eyes slowly open, and Halo taps the gun on his knee.

Halo: We got a meeting. Wake up.

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Simon: What's going on?

Simon Swinger and Halo stand outside the car in a parking lot, and Halo tightens up his clothes, determined to look good.

Halo: BQWA's finest. Don't speak unless spoken to, follow me.

They walks into the restaurant building, completely silent, as Halo walks with a purpose. They walk over to a table, and three men sit there.

Halo: Good to see you, gentlemen. This is my new guy, Simon Swinger.

He points to the first man, diligently chewing on a gigantic sandwich.

Halo: Atkie Bratton. Simon, you ever need to talk to the "right people", know what I mean, talk to Atkie first. Tomko in the middle, head of the shooting team. Last we got Big Evil, in charge of all the high dollar cases, big money draws, that kind of stuff. Held the belt for ten months, you know.

Big Evil sits with a cigar in his mouth, nodding at Simon, unimpressed.

Simon: Pleased to meet you.

Halo turns to Simon.

Halo: Boom. Shoo. Buy your ass a cheese steak or something.

Simon walks off, and Halo sits down.

Atkie: WOOOOOOOOOO! DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE MEETING YOU, BOY! THE NATURAL BOY DOESN'T TALK TO DEAD MEN!

Halo: Ain't dead yet. Old prick.

Halo pours himself a glass of wine, and looks at Big.

Halo: Why the long face, Big? Coming back to the ring yet?

Big Evil: Fuck yourself, Halo.

Halo: Ah, you.

Tomko: Heard about an expensive weekend in Vegas.

Halo stops smiling.

Atkie: How the fuck could you screw up so bad? I'M shocked at how bad you messed up in Vegas.

Halo: Not my town. I was on a mission, I've got a Hall of Fame ring, I'm prot --

Atkie: Russians don't care.

Big Evil: Get on a plane right now. Before I see Nikita running around the arena.

Halo: Easy fix. Cash in an account. '

Atkie: Who's.

Halo: I think you know. I got my team, I think they're ready for a while on this one.

Big, Tomko, and Atkie look at each other, nodding their heads slowly.

Big: Fine. Fine. But do not dick this up, I don't want to see you on the news and have to get Hudler to run a fucking Halo tribute show.

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In the car, Halo is speeding as he's on the phone.

Halo: We got the go ahead. I want you to get Gogz, and you meet us at location one, and we're moving in. Get a hold of Josh, tell him to get some tools. A shovel, some picks. That's right. Ight. Hurry up.

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On top of a roof, Halo and Simon Swinger stand waiting. Ryan Murdoch, Gogz, and Josh Dean walk up. Josh is wearing a ridiculous suit for this, and Gogz and Murdoch are dressed all in black.

Josh: Shovels? Picks? You fucking digging a ditch?

Halo: Nah, you are. Nice suit.

They laugh, and Josh realizes that he is quite overdressed.

Josh: Shit.

Halo turns to Ryan.

Halo: What up, killer?

Murdoch stoically nods, as is nature.

Halo: Gogz.

Gogz: Ye' alright? Ah've ben' hearing a lot of shit --

Halo: Nah. I talked to the wise men, everything is lovely.

Gogz: Aye. If ye' say we can get away wit' it.

He turns to Simon.

Gogz: Who the fuck are ye'?

Simon: Simon Swinger, it's my first day on the job.

Gogz: Why the fuck is he in on this?

Murdoch: Shut the fuck up, faggot.

Halo: Gotta get his cherry popped some time.

Gogz: Stay the fuck out' me' way, rookie.

Halo: Alright, let's get this first. Safety is most important, let's all do this right so we can go home to whatever.

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The door bursts open, and Simon, Murdoch, Gogz, and Josh all rush in with weapons and bulletproof vests on, and a man is reading a newspaper.

Josh: NEW GUY! CONTROL HIM!

They surround him, and the paper drops...

Karisma: What the fuck are you guys doing?

They all stand surrounding him, and Karisma drops the paper. Josh has a shovel and a chainsaw, Gogz has a bat, Simon has Halo's gun, and Murdoch has a huge fucking rifle.

Karisma: Halo's gonna have your asses for this.

Halo walks in, completely calm, and Karisma's mouth drops.

Halo: It's all good.

Halo shuts the door, blocking all light.

Halo: It's all good.

Halo has a seat, and he throws a piece of paper in Karisma's lap.

Halo: I talked to the wise men. You know what I'm here to do.

Karisma: I've been retired for six months, I --

Halo: Hey, don't look at me.

Karisma: Fucking vampires. After all I did for them?

Halo: Just a public servant.

Karisma takes a deep breath, and leans back in the chair.

Karisma: You're their bitch.

Halo points to Simon, Josh, and Gogz.

Halo: Go in the kitchen. Ryan, watch him.

Murdoch: Yeah.

Murdoch stands in front of Karisma, looking intimidating, and Halo walks to the kitchen with the others.

Halo: It's somewhere.

Halo stomps around, and finds a spot.

Halo: Here. Simon, go.

Simon has a chainsaw now, and he begins to cut open the floor. Time passes, and Simon, Josh, and Gogz dig.

Halo: There we are.

Simon and Josh hoist up a dirt covered box, and climb up.

Simon: What's in this, steroids? HGH?

Halo: Don't worry about it, it's good.

Gogz hammers off the lock, and they pull the top off to reveal a gigantic stack of bills.

Josh: Holy shit.

All four men pull out stacks of bills, looking at them.

Halo: That's a quarter mil' in your hands right there. 4 million, total. First day on the job, we find out this guy embezzled three million dollar. Imagine that.

Simon: Three million. You said four the first time.

Halo laughs, and claps two stacks together.

Halo: A ha! No taxation without representation, dawg. Nothin' free in this world, ya lucky first day motherfucka'! Buy your girl a minivan with that, put the kids through college.

It dawns on Simon what's going on here, and he smiles.

Simon: I thought the only checks I cashed said BQWA on them. Right?

The other three laugh.

Gogz: Somebody didn't sleep thro' ethics.

Halo: What's the matter?

Simon takes a deep breath, and looks around.

Simon: What? No? Not like this...I mean...

Gogz and Josh glare at him.

Halo: No, I gotcha. First time. Not comfortable, I'll hold it for ya'. Josh, you comfortable?

Josh: Yep.

Halo throws Josh a stack.

Halo: Gogz? How's your comfort level?

Gogz: VERY comfortabl'. Aye.

Gogz grabs a stack.

Simon: What do we...

Halo: Don't touch a thing. Evidence.

They walk into the living room, and Karisma sits with his head in his hands.

Karisma: Halo, what the fuck are they thinking? I'm gonna have to go back on the roster, and I can't.

Halo sits down.

Halo: We could put you outta your misery.

Karisma looks up at him.

Halo: Simon, sit down. Right here, next to me.

Simon sits down, and Halo hands him the gun.

Halo: When you kill someone, line a' duty, they become your slave in the afterlife. There he is.

Simon: Wait, what?

Halo: Put 'em outta his misery.

Simon: You're serious? You want me to...you want me --

Karisma: Kid, come on. Do me a favor. I'm begging ya'.

Simon: ...make me famous?

Murdoch: Goddamnit.

Halo: Do yourself a favor. Hit 'em.

Simon: You serious?

Halo: Hey, you guys. Close the blinds

Gogz and Josh close the blinds, and Murdoch continues to stand guard.

Simon: You're --

Halo: Shoot him.

Simon totally can't believe it, and Halo looks back at him, 100% serious. Simon nods slowly, coming to terms with all of this.

Simon: Alright...Alright, I'll shoot him.

Halo: Shoot him.

Karisma: Shoot me.

Simon holds the gun up.

Simon: POW!

Karisma: BOOM!

Both laugh, but nobody else does.

Halo: Shoot him.

Simon: No.

Halo: Not gonna shoot him?

Simon: No.

Halo: Haha, kids these days.

Halo grabs the gun and stands up. A quick black and white shot of reality flashes in, with Gogz kneeing Johnny Karisma in the groin.

Halo: You want something done, you gotta do it yourself.

HALO SHOOTS KARISMA IN THE CHEST!

Simon: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

A black and white flash of the paralyzing elbow off of the top. Back to the dream sequence, Johnny Karisma is back in his chair, dead.

Halo: He's finished.

Halo pulls a gun out of his pocket.

Halo: Okay, Josh, you took fire coming in the door, right?

Josh: Right.

Halo puts the gun in Karisma's motionless hand, and shots Josh twice in the vest.

Gogz: Hahahahahahaha.

Josh: FUCK!

Halo: You good?

josh: Ow. Ow. Yeah, I'm...I'm...yeah.

Simon looks at all four of them, and at Karisma, breathing heavily.

Simon: Wha --

Halo: Listen to me, son. It's NOT what you know, it's WHAT YOU CAN PROVE. Here's the scenario: Gogz and Murdoch kicked the door. Josh is first in, Karisma opens fire and hits him twice.

Josh slumps down, holding his side.

Halo: What's a matter? One go through?

Josh: YEAH! YOU FUCKING SHOT ME! GET AN AMBULANCE!

Halo: AY! YOU WANNA GO TO JAIL OR YOU WANNA GO HOME? THIS THE SCENARIO! Sex and Violence go through, Johnny opens fire on Josh, bang bang, hits Josh twice. Our new guy, Simon, he's in next and drops Roger with a fine fine shot on the chest. Who shot Roger?

Gogz: New guy, came in spraying.

Halo: Murdoch?

Murdoch: Simon did it.

josh: YEAH! FUCK SIMON, OK? CALL AN AMBULANCE.

Halo walks up to Simon, and pats him on the shoulder.

Halo: Some fine work.

Simon: You shot him, not me.

Halo: Room full of men says you did.

Simon: But you shot him.

Halo smiles, and takes the gun off of the couch, pointing it at Simon.

Halo: A new recruit was shot down today while hunting down a known criminal, and is survived by...whatever family you got, I don't give a shit. You get the picture?

Simon: Yeah, i get the picture.

Simon pushes the rifle up, and punches Halo in the face. He takes him down with a judo toss, and points the gun at Halo's head. The other three point guns at both men. Halo bursts out smiling.

Halo: DAMN, BOY! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, SIMON! MY NIGGA! ARE Y'ALL WATCHING THIS?!

Gogz: Say the word, motherfucker, and I'll drop this bitch.

Simon: Shoot me if you want, but I'm taking him with me.

Josh: He's a fucking spy. Trying to take down the Fam --

Halo: Nobody fucking asked you. He ain't no spy. He's just a good kid who got the drop on all a you. Now listen up, boy, I'm gonna defuse this thing. You hear me, Simon?

Simon: I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!

Halo: okay, okay, I know you're angry. Everybody, put your guns down. That's a fucking order.

They all hesitantly put their guns down.

Halo: Use your ears and your head, rookie. It's not like we do this every day. This the nature of the business. Nobody will EVER ask you again to pull the trigger if you don't want to, alright? Hey Murdoch, how long you been IN Champion?

Murdoch: Just about four months.

Halo: Gogz is closing in on the World Title. You give me your time, I give you a career. We make the big arenas, Simon, we make big money. But if you're in my unit, you gotta be in all the way or not at all, you understand me? I mean, I thought you were man enough to handle this shit, I guess I was wrong. Four proven title holders and a Hall of Famer former World Champion says YOU did it. If you're cool, you're a hero. You're a virgin shooter above suspicion.

Gogz: I got two shots, let's just kill your fuckin' boy right now. Johnny got him through the door.

Halo: We ain't killin' nobody. This kid's got the magic eye. I can feel it. He had a little freak out, we all do. I say he's cool. But you do have a decision to make, so you're gonna wanna go out and clean your head. Or shoot me.

Simon drops the gun, and nods his head as the tense mood drops. He walks back, and turns around.

Simon: Hey Gogz.

Gogz: Wh --

SIMON DECKS GOGZ WITH A RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!

Simon: Shut the fuck up.

Simon walks off, and shrugs off Murdoch as he walks away.

Gogz: YE'RE FUCKIN' DEAD, YE' HEAR ME? AH'M THE NEXT WARLD CHAMP, YA'RE FUCKIN' DEAD!

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Josh Dean is being carried off on a stretcher, and Simon Swinger watches from a distance as Halo pats Gogz and Murdoch on the back. He walks back over to him, and Simon's gaze had hardened significantly as the two get into the car.

Halo: Alright?

Simon stares at him, intensely.

Halo: It's best not to dick around in these things. Justifiable homicide. What happened --

Simon: What happened was murder. And we did it. What? We had badges, so it's different?

Halo: Open your eyes, can't you fuckin' see? Huh?

Simon: That man was your friend --

Halo: My friend? Why? Because he knows my first name? Son, this is the game. I'm playing his ass, that's my job. That's your job. JOHNNY SOLD THE WORLD TITLE TO A WOMAN, THE WORLD IS A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT HIM. THIS MAN WAS THE BIGGEST SCUMBAG IN THE TERRITORY. I WATCHED THAT COCKSUCKER FOR YEARS, AND NOW I GOT HIM! THIS SHIT'S CHESS, IT AIN'T CHECKERS.

Simon takes a number of deep breaths, just staring at Halo.

Halo: You think we was gonna go to the gym? Work on our matwork? What? This is high roller, dog.

Halo hands him the money.

Halo: Take the money.

Simon: No.

Halo: Take the money.

Simon; I told you, I'm not taking the money.

Halo: Okay, don't. Burn it, barbecue it. I don't give a fuck, but the boys will feel better about it.

Simon: Fuck their feelings.

Halo: Simon. You're not makin' 'em feel like you're part of the team.

Simon; The team? You guys are fucking insane. I'll go back to indies, I'll be a regional star. You know? It can't be like this. It CAN'T --

Halo: It is. And I'm sorry I exposed you to it, but it's necessary.

Simon: I became this to stop shit like this. To put down people who do bad shit, not to be one.

Halo: I know what you're feeling. You're scared.

Simon: I'm not scared.

Halo: You're terrified. Everybody goes through this. The first time, at least. I went through it. The sooner you can match your head with what you gotta do, the better you're gonna be. In this business, you gotta have a little dirt on you for anybody to trust you. When this is behind you, it's gonna be nothing. I walk a higher path, son. I can give you the keys to all the doors.

Simon: What does that mean?

Halo: You wanna be a champion? Gogz is months away. You wanna dominate people because it makes you feel good? Murdoch does that. Tag champions with your stupid little lion fighting pal? You got it. Fine. But this is the best place to start, at the top. You gotta play the game. Be a champion, rise up. Get to the top, and then you can change the tone. But you gotta do it from the inside. Okay?

Simon doesn't talk, thinking to himself, and Halo pats him on the chest.

Halo: Okay.

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PART III:

"Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill plays, as the car drives through the ghetto. In the car, Simon Swinger sits, looking incredibly uncomfortable after the previous incident, totally understandable. Halo pulls to the side of the street, and parks the car. Houses in poor conditions, random luchadores sitting on the steps, and Halo turns the car off. Hector Garza locks eyes with Simon, as the two get out of the car.

Simon: What're we doing now?

Halo walks to the trunk, and opens it up.

Halo: Don't worry about it. Source a mine, informant, he got in some trouble and I said I'd look after his family for him. Drop some stuff off.

Halo puts a box for a coffeemaker in Simon's hands, and grabs a box for a blender in his, although God knows what's actually inside them. Halo and Simon walk up, and Hector Garza gets in their face.

Garza: You know where you're at, fool?

Halo just smiles and walks off, and Simon follows, looking back at Hector Garza in his ridiculous tiny trunks.

Garza: What the fuck you looking at?

They walk up the stairs to the house, and Damian 666, Helloween, Abismo Negro, and Lizmark Jr. all stand on the side as they walk through. Halo, looking confident as ever, and Simon, unsure but trying to keep a brave face. Halo walks up and knocks on the door, as Simon stands behind him, looking around. The door opens, and a little girl in a Super Calo mask walks up.

Halo: Hey, I got some things for your family, open up.

She walks away, and Super Calo and Silver King walk up to the door a few seconds later. They lock eyes with Halo and Simon, and nobody moves or says a word. Super Calo finally nods his head, stoically, and he opens the door.

Super Calo: Kitchen this way.

He leads them through the living room, where El Dandy and Negro Casas are playing ping pong, and they walk into the kitchen.

Super Calo: Ight, thanks.

They get to the kitchen, and Silver King sits back down. Silver King and Villano V are smoking cigars and playing cards, and they stare menacingly at Halo and Simon, who put the packages on the table.

Halo: Alright, I gotta hit the bathroom, I'll be right back. 2 minutes, then we roll.

He pats Simon on the arm, and walks off-screen. Super Calo stands next to Simon, who without Halo, looks even more awkward here.

Villano V: That's nice, holmes. Let me get the CD player.

Calo pulls a blender with a wad of cash inside it out of the box.

Super Calo: You get the blender. CD player's mine.

Calo sits down, and Silver King throws coins at Villano.

Silver King: Looking at my cards!

Villano V: No way.

Super Calo: Deal again.

Villano sighs and deals, and Simon looks around.

Silver King: You play cards, kid?

Simon awkwardly rubs his chin.

Simon: Uh...nah, not really.

Villano V: Hey, you want a beer, holmes? Something to drink?

Super Calo: Have a cold one.

Calo holds out a beer, and Simon shakes his head no.

Simon: No thanks, I'm good.

Calo shakes his head, and puts the bottle on the table.

Silver King: Come on, hey, sit down. Play a card game with us!

Villano V: Don't be rude, esse. You're being invited. You're a guest, why don't 'cha sit down and play one hand? Here you go!

Villano aggressively deals out cards at an open seat, and Simon looks around for Halo.

Super Calo: Don't sweat it, rudo, we ain't playin' for money.

Simon resists the urge to say he's actually a tecnico, and chuckles to try an relieve the tension.

Simon: Nah, it's just...we gotta roll in a --

Super Calo: Halo's taking a shit, go on, take a seat.

The others laugh, and Simon walks over, sitting down.

Simon: I'll play a hand.

He picks up his cards.

Villano V: So uh...how long you been a wrestler?

Simon: 3 years.

Simon lays his cards down, clearly just wanting to get this over with.

Simon: Three of a kind, three jacks.

Super Calo: Shit.

Silver King stands up, and throws his cards down.

Silver King: BOO YA BABY! TWO PAIR! I WIN! TWO PAIR! TWO PAAAAAAAIR!

Super Calo: The fuck're you doing?

Silver King: TWO PAIR!

Villano V laughs, and Super Calo just shakes his head.

Silver Calo: Three of a kind beats two pair, you fucking dumb truck.

Silver King sits back down, looking shocked.

Silver King: Serious?

Super Calo: Serious.

Villano V: You're fucking stupid, man. Why don't you take your medication or something?

Silver King bounces up and down in his chair, and gives Villano the finger. Super Calo gets a text, and briefly looks at it.

Villano V: Hey, lemme see your piece.

Simon: What?

Silver King: Your gun, holmes. It's underneath your shirt.

Villano V: We know Halo told you to walk in here with it, what is it? A 380? Stainless?

Simon: I don't think Jake ha --

Villano V: What is it?

Simon: 9mm. Baretta.

Super Calo reaches into his pants, and pulls a gun out.

Villano V: Like that?

Simon: Yeah. Just like that one.

Villano V: Is that right?

Super Calo's faze hardens towards Simon now, and the rookie looks at all three luchadores.

Villano V: That's where a problem comes into play. I've seen this one. I wanna see yours.

Simon stares him down, and Villano V laughs menacingly.

Villano V: C'mon esse, I ain't gonna shoot nobody. Hahahaha, you know? Let me check it out.

He winks.

Villano V: C'mon.

Simon takes a deep breath, and pulls out his gun. He takes the bullets out, and hands it over. Super Calo stands up, and looks out the window.

Villano V: Goddamn, this is nice. You know what you do when you aim, right? Kinda like...

He points the gun right at Simon.

Villano V: ...that.

Villano V and Silver King start laughing now, and Super Calo turns around. Simon takes the gun back, and stands up.

Simon: Alright, I gotta go. Yo, Halo!

Nothing happens, and he walks over to Super Calo.

Super Calo: Ain't nothin' out there for you.

Simon: What're you talking about?

Super Calo motions to the window, and Simon looks.

Halo's car is gone.


Villano V: Hey, white boy! If you ask me me, and that's just if you ask, I think Halo played you for a fool, esse.

Silver King: Big time, holmes.

They both glare at him now, and Simon tries to leave. Super Calo wraps his arm around Simon's shoulders, and pats him on the chest.

Super Calo: Hey...where you going? Where are you going? It's your deal.

He walks Simon over to the table, and Simon looks around. He sits down, and begins to deal, as they glare at him.

Villano V: Halo, holmes? I think he's a low down dirty, ruthless vato. But I like that. I like that.

Super Calo: That's why you never shake his hand, holmes. He don't respect nada. You know what the money's for? Halo's a hothead. Last week in Vegas, some Russian starts talking shit at a spot show, and Halo just, *snaps*. Lays him out. Turns out that Russian? That was a somebody. Now? Halo owes the Russians.

Simon: How do you know that?

Super Calo: They gave Halo until tonight to pay 'em. Or his name's on the list. Nobody thought he could get cash that big, and there's a crew on standby. If he don't turn up downtown at midnight with the cash, and not a minute after? Your pal, your vato? He's dead.

Simon shakes his head.

Villano V: Hey kid, ever had your shit pushed in?

He stares.

Villano V: Your shit pushed in. Simple question. No? I had my shit pushed in.

Silver King: Oh yeah. I HAD MY SHIT PUSHED IN, BRO. BIG TIME! :o

They laugh and stare at Simon.

Super Calo: Chill out, he'll get it soo --

SIMON FLIPS THE TABLE OVER, PUNCHES SUPER CALO, AND HITS VILLANO V WITH A HIP TOSS ON THE FLOOR!

He kicks at the other two, but Villano grabs a bottle, and smashes it over Simon's head from behind! He collapses down onto the floor, and Super Calo, Silver King, and Villano V stand over him. Blood begins to come out the back of Simon's head, and people rush over.


El Dandy: Goddamn, you guys fucked him up!

Silver King grabs a rifle, and points it down at Simon's head.

Villano V: Everyone get the fuck outta here.

The people in the house scatter, and Super Calo kicks Simon, driving the point of his boot into Simon's ribs!

Simon: AH!

Super Calo: You fucked up.

He bends down, and ties up Simon's hands, as Silver King points the gun. Villano V stands on Simon's leg, preventing him from moving away as Calo ties up his hands.

Super Calo: Punching me in my house? You got the right to get bitchslapped.

He repeatedly bitchslaps Simon now, and slams his face off of the floor. Super Calo, sits down next to him, smiling.

Super Calo: Drag his ass to the tub!

Villano V: MOTHERFUCKER!

Silver King and Villano drag him down the hallway and into the bathroom, Simon's blood leaving a bit of a trail, and they throw Simon into the tub. Silver King holds the curtains back, and Super Calo walks in. He grabs the rifle and turns the water on in the tub.

Super Calo: Close the door, it's gonna be loud.

Villano V: Wait, lemme get his money first. Shit.

Villano reaches in and pulls out a pink wallet, the one Simon found in the rape alley. Super Calo continues to hold the gun, and Villano V opens the wallet up. Villano flips through it, and stops.

Villano V: Calo, you're gonna trip. Isn't this your cousin?

Calo: Where the fuck you'd get this?

Simon: AH FUCK! I FOUND IT! SHIT! I FUCKING FOUND IT, DON'T SHOOT ME!

Calo: You found it?

Simon: THE NIGHTSTALKERS WERE TRYING TO RAPE HER, AND I STOPPED THEM! I STOPPED THEM! THEY WERE ATTACKING HER AND I STOPPED THEM! I SWEAR TO GOD!

Calo presses the gun against his cheek.

Super Calo: YOU LIE TO ME!

Simon: I WOULD NOT L --

Super Calo: YOU LIE TO ME!

Simon: NO I SWEAR TO GOD! SHE WAS BEING RAPED AND I STOPPED THEM! I WOULD NOT LIE TO YOU! I DON'T LIE!

Calo relaxes the grip a bit, and looks at Simon, breathing heavily.

Villano V: SHUT THE FUCK UP, FAGGOT!

Calo nods, and pulls out his phone

Villano V: She's my cousin, holmes. Ain't right, I'm gonna get to the bottom a' your bullshit.

He dials his phone, and talks as Villano V and Silver King hold Simon's legs.

Super Calo: Hey Lizzy...no no no, I wanted to talk to you. You got to school today? ... You didn't ditch? All day? ... i heard different. Anyone talk to you today? ... Tell me what happened, ok? Don't bullshit me .. You got jumped? ... This guy, what'd he look like? ... White boy? You okay? ... Yeah? We'll talk more later.

He hangs up, and Villano slaps Simon again, just because.

Villano V: Gonna blast him or what?

Super Calo tosses the gun down.

Super Calo: He's telling the truth. Life's a trip, ya' know?

Silver King: That's some trippy ass shit, holmes.

They untie Simon's arms, and Calo puts a towel on his head.

Super Calo: Don't want you bleeding all over my floor. Thanks for getting my cousin's back.

Simon rubs the towel in, breathing heavily, and looking around. He and Super Calo lock eyes/sunglasses, and the luchadore sighs.

Super Calo: You know this shit was just business, right? Right?

Simon tilts his head to the side, in disbelief. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't say anything. He slowly nods his head, and his gaze hardens, realizing what's going on.

Simon: Right.

He briefly smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

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Simon Swinger sits on a bus, still covered in blood. He looks straight ahead, looking absolutely murderous.

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The street earlier said to be the jungle. Late at night, the street remains solely lit up by a few street lights, and the sidewalks are completely empty. Simon Swinger walks down the middle of the street with a slow and purposeful step, only looking straight ahead. People begin to come out, looking, and he steps up on the curb. ChainReaction, Colossus, A+, and Dan Sorbello stand in front of him.

A+: What'chu doin' here, rookie?

Simon: I'm looking for Halo.

All four slowly nod at each other, and they step aside, allowing him passage. Simon walks by, still glaring right ahead.

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Simon Swinger slowly walks down the hallway in Halo's apartment, slowly advancing. The close up on his face for the first time in a while shows the scarring on his left cheek, as he continues to look around every corner. He looks at the final door at the end of the hall, and nods his head. Simon kicks the door open, pointing his gun, and Mrs. Halo quickly pulls her bath robe on, scurrying away. Halo stands in front of the bed above a duffel bag full of cash, holding two wads of cash in this hands.

Simon: Get up against the wall, put the money in the bag, and put your weapons inside the pillow case.

Halo smiles, and applauds with the stacks of cash, as Simon stands, unwavering.

Halo: Congratulations, son. You passed the test, you're a main eventer, you're in. Just put the gun down, 'fore you give my girl a heart attack. Just put the gun down.

Simon: Take the money, put it in that bag. Take the weapons, place them inside that pillow case. You can fuck your appointment with the Russians, you're not gonna make it.

Halo blows smoke out of his mouth, slowly nodding.

Halo: 'ight. Hand me that pillow case, girl. You're gonna hook me an book me, eh? You're the one who did all that shit, beat up the crackheads, drunk on the job, you're the one who shot Johnny, but okay. Here you go.

Halo puts a full pillow case on the bed.

Simon: The one on your ankle.

Halo: The one in my back pocket too?

Simon: Yeah.

Halo drops them both in the bag, putting one foot on the bed, and leaning forward, as he smokes.

Halo: Got one problem though, kid, got no witnesses. Where your fuckin' witnesses? Heh? Johnny? Super Calo? You think my guys are gonna help you? IT'S NOT WHAT YOU KNOW, IT'S WHAT YOU CAN PROVE! Here!

He hands him the bag of guns.

Halo: Where's yo' evidence?

Simon: It's right --

Simon points to the duffel bag of cash, but Halo takes the moment to flick ash in his eyes! Simon stumbles back, and fires off a shot blindly. Halo drops down, and swings around a rifle attached to the bottom of the bed. He shoots, but Simon jumps back into the hallway to avoid it!

Halo: Oh, it's on now!

Simon rushes around, and ducks behind the counter in the kitchen. Halo walks out with a rifle, looking around.

Halo: Where you at? Come on out, dawg! OH WHERE OH WHERE HAS MY LITTLE SIMON GONE?! OH WHERE OH WHERE CAN HE BE?!

Halo sees Simon's reflection in a picture frame on the wall, and laughs. Simon quickly drops down out of sight, and Halo fires off a shot, shattering a vase on the counter.

Halo: I see you! YOU KNOW I'M SURGICAL WITH THIS BITCH, JAKE! HOW YOU WANT IT, DAWG? CLOSED CASKET?

He fires off two more shots, and more things shatter. Simon sits up on the floor, and Halo's son walks down the hallway, halting the ensuing struggle.

Little Halo: Daddy?

Halo: Boy, you see what I see? SIMON SWINGER! #1 JOB IN THIS LIFE, PROTECT LIFE! THERE'S MY SON! DON'T LET ANYBODY HURT HIM, WE WALKIN' OUTTA HERE TOGETHER!

Halo fires another shot, and when he stops to reload, Simon dashes out, grabbing Halo's child, and running into the other room. He drops him down, and runs back out, but Halo is gone. Simon points his gun and moves forward, and Mrs. Halo runs out of the bedroom.

Simon: WHERE IS HE?!

Mrs. Halo: Out the window!

Simon walks into the bedroom, and sees the open window and bag of money gone. He shakes his head, and climbs out the window too. He stands on the ledge, and jumps up to grab a hold of the roof. He pulls himself up, and rolls onto the roof, quickly rolling up to his feet with years of Lucha rolling helping him tremendously. Simon walks around, looking every direction for Halo. Simon slowly moves forward, and he sees Halo jump off the ledge to the next building, grabbing onto the balcony fence. Simon runs after Halo, and jumps to the balcony too.

The screen flashes, and it splaces in with footage from BQWA Revenge 2010.

Halo hits a Superkick, smacking against the jaw of Simon Swinger, and back in the dream, Simon falls down on the balcony floor. He scrambles to get up to his hands and knees, and Halo hits a sharp kick into the ribs. Simon stands up, and he rams Halo into a wall. At Revenge, Simon chops away at Halo's chest, and back in the dream, Halo hits a knee to the gut, and he throws Simon through a window! Simon falls down on the floor, and Halo stomps away at him, before throwing him into a wall again.


Halo: Bitch.

Halo grabs his duffel bag, and walks off. Simon's blood begins to soak the floor, and Halo quickly walks down the stairs.

Halo gets into his car, and slowly starts it. He looks behind him, and begins to back up, BUT SIMON JUMPS DOWN ONTO HIS CAR WHAT THE THE FUCK!? Halo tries to swerve around to get him off, but Simon holds on. He crashes into another car, sending Simon flying onto the hood of said car. He rolls off, and foolishly, Halo left his window down. Simon reaches through and punches him repeatedly in the face! Flash to Meltdown, as Simon repeatedly kicks Halo in the head.

Simon pulls the duffel bag out of the car, and throws it on the ground. The inhabitants of the street begin to walk out to look, and Simon grabs his gun. He pulls Halo's car door open, and yanks him down on the pavement. Halo's shirt is now blood stained, and he rolls onto his back. Simon stands over him, pointing the gun down, and everyone surrounds them.


Simon: No so fun when the rabbit has a gun.

Halo coughs, and briefly laughs at the situation.

Halo: Hahaha, mah nigga'.

Halo looks at the crowd, and at the group of Colossus, A+, Chain, Sorbello, Andy, etc.

Halo: 'ay, first one who puts one in his head, I make y'all a rich man. Ok? Come on now, who wanna get paid?

Nobody says anything, and Halo rolls onto his stomach, looking at them. Simon looks around nervously, before shaking his head.

Simon: They're not like you. You know what I learned today? I'M not like you.

Halo: That's good, Simon, I'm glad to hear that.

Halo sits on the floor now.

Halo: So what now? You gonna shoot me? You gonna bust your cherry killing a Hall of Famer?

Simon shakes his head, and pulls out his Hall of Fame badge necklace, and puts it around his neck.

Halo: There it is, boy. Hit me.

Halo spits on the ground.

Halo: Ain't never killed anybody before, have ya'? Not like anything else, Simon, takes a man to kill. You man enough to kill, Simon?

Halo slowly crawls up to his feet, and points at his forehead.

Halo: Hit me right there. Get me. Hit me. YA CAN'T DO IT! SOMEBODY DROP THIS FOOL FOR ME!

A+ walks forward, of course having a gun, and he...sets it on the ground in front of Halo. Swerve.

Halo: It's like that?

A+: Got us twisted, homie. You got' put in your own work 'round here.

Halo: It's like that?

A+: It's like that.

He steps back, and Halo spits again as he pulls out a cigarette.

Halo: Playa to playa, pimp to pimp, I don't believe you'll shoot me, nigga.

Simon: Don't do it.

Halo: I don't believe you got it in ya', Simon.

Halo lights his cigarette, as Simon stands firm with the gun.

Halo: I'mma get that gun, then I'mma get that money! And you ain't gon' do a damn thing, cuz you ain't gonna shoot no legend in the back, now are you?

Halo turns his back, almost mockingly. Simon has his finger on the trigger.

Halo: You know what they give you for that? Gas chamber! You know what that smells like? Pine oil! That's where you headed, boy. Pine oil heaven. I'mma get that gun, then I'mma get that money.

Halo bends over to grab it.

Halo: I don't believe you got it in you, I'mma get it right --

SIMON FIRES AND SHOOTS HALO IN THE ASS!!!

Halo: OH! SHIT!

Halo stands up, arching his back in pain as he holds his ass. A flash of Simon applying the Triangle Choke at Revenge.

Halo: OH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

Simon: The next one WILL kill you!

Halo grits his teeth, looking at Simon in shock, and a little bit of desperation.

Halo: SON OF A BITCH! YOU SHOT ME IN THE ASS!

Simon nods his head, and Halo backs up.

Halo: Okay wait wait wait wait wait. Okay, okay...

Halo chuckles a little, smiling at Simon briefly, before the new reality of the situation sinks in.

Halo: Alright listen, Simon, give me the money...give me the money, Simon. Give me that money, please Si --

Simon smiles now, shaking his head.

Halo: GIVE ME THAT MONEY!

Simon: Not gonna happen.

Halo: What? You gonna jack me now? Take my own money from --

Simon: I told you, that's MY evidence. You wanna go to jail, or you wanna go home?

Halo smiles now, and nods his head. A flash of Simon hitting the Brainbuster on the apron at Meltdown.

Halo: I wanna go home, Simon. Come on, gimme the money, Simon.

Simon: You wanna go home?

Both men smile at each other, and Halo's tone is much softer.

Halo: Let me go home, Simon. I wanna go home. Gimme the money and let me go home, Simon. Give me the money and let me go home.

The camera pans down to Halo's HOF badge, and quick clips are seen of him holding up the World Title.

Simon yanks the badge off of his chest and from around his neck, and Halo's smile drops completely.


Simon: You don't deserve this.

Halo shakes his head, and A+ walks back up, and picks his gun up. He points it at Halo's head, and looks at Simon.

A+: Simon, go ahead and bounce, homie. We got this. Get up outta here, we got your back.

Halo looks back and forth, not believing this.

Halo: What?

A+: It's like that.

Halo: No you did -- wait a minute! No you didn't!

Simon turns around, and walks off with the money.

Halo: Hey! Hey, Simon! SIMON! SIMON! COME BACK HERE! ROOKIE! COME BACK HERE! COME BACK HERE!

Simon walks off, looking straight ahead as he walks out.

Halo: SIMON!

Flash to Revenge, as Simon bridges up on the Triangle Choke. Back to the dream, and Halo looks around at the crowd.

Halo: You disloyal fool-ass bitch made punks! SIMON! I NEED MY MONEY! SIMON!

Simon walks away, and Halo is surrounded now.

Halo: Aw, you motherfuckers. Haha, okay. Alright! I'm putting cases on all you bitches! Huh? You think you can -- SIMON!

He's gone, and a flash of Simon hitting a big forearm on Halo at Meltdown passes through. The crowd begins to go away, as Halo looks around desperately.

Halo: YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME?! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WILL BE PLAYING BASKETBALL IN PELICAN BAY WHEN I GET FINISHED WITH YOU! SHOE PROGRAM, NIGGA! 23 HOUR LOCKDOWN! I'M THE MAN UP IN THIS PIECE! YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT A -- WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU FUCKIN' WITH?!

Halo spins around, looking at all of them, and a flash of Simon hitting the GTS plays.

Halo: I'M THE MAN! ME! I RUN SHIT HERE! YOU JUST LIVE HERE!!!

Another flash comes, of Simon absolutely pounding Halo with forearms. In the dream, the crowd begins to walk away, brushing Halo off dismissively.

Halo: YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU BETTER WALK AWAY! GO AND WALK AWAY 'CUZ I'MMA BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN!

Halo hits the Scissors Kick, Superkick, chair shot, etc., but Simon continues to kick out. Halo misses the Falling Halo, going for it all and hitting nothing.

Halo: KING KONG AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME!

Halo tries a Jackknife Pin, but Simon rolls through into a Sunset Flip Cutback!

ONE...



TWO...



THREE!!!!


Halo: What a motherfuckin' day.

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Gellar: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEEEEEEEEEW BQWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION --

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Styles: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! ARE THEY -- WHAT IS THIS?!

JBL: WHAT DON'T YOU GET, JOEY?! RYAN MURDOCH WAS THE CONTINGENCY PLAN!

Ryan Murdoch and Big Evil hug over Simon's motionless body.

Gellar: -- RYAN MURDOCH!!!!!

Styles: BIG EVIL AND RYAN MURDOCH HAVE JOINED FORCES! I DON'T -- WHAT IS THIS?!






Wrong wolf.
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Phenetic
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So this was pretty much amazing and the ending just made everything for me. You spent all this time focusing on Halo, seeing him as your primary concern and in that moment you took your eyes off of the one person you should have looked at: Murdoch. I honestly can't describe how much I liked that ending line and it's not a kiss ass comment, I seriously think it worked out perfectly even if the whole series was pretty much Training day: The BQWA Version. That ain't a knock though, it was one of my favorite movies and I think this worked out amazingly.
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On TBS. Very Funny.

Congratulations, this has been Hall of Fame'd!
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Congratulations,

After reviewing your promo, the CC team has decided your outstanding work deserves to be Hall of Famed. Keep up the great work!

-BQWA CC
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