An Appropriate Climax for a BANG! Bro (X*Crown RP)
Jan 14, 2023 21:57:23 GMT -5
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Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jan 14, 2023 21:57:23 GMT -5
**Fade in. Guns Arena. After the NYE Special.**
*Curtis Kanyon is scowling in his locker room. Suddenly, the door bursts open and all his President (and Prime Minister) buddies are there!*
: Ha ha, did you see me use that bear mace! What a rush!
: I can’t believe you did that!
: Anything for my buddy. Sorry it didn't give you the win. It shoulda.
: Thanks George. It definitely should have. As a bear, it was my right to dethrone Goldbear II! I can't believe Zoran robbed me of that!
: It's all right, now you can rob him of his title.
: Too right! It's a fine mess he got 'imself in, innit bruv?
: Man, would.you learn to speak English? I never understand you.
: Oh piss off ya bluh'ee git.
: Sorry, he put a few too many beers back during the show.
: Me more cockney side comes out when I'm corned and fuddled bruv. Sorry 'bout all that then. Now, where can we keep this par'ee goin' on a Chewsday morn?
*Boris puts a hand on Curtis' shoulder. Curtis looks over at him without a joyus bone in his body. The glare seems.to instantly sober Boris up a bit.*
: Boris, I ain’t got time for your drunken tomfoolery right now.
: Sorry bruv.
: I know you said you were going to bring your hammer and all that, but your not going to do anything stupid against Zoran, are you?
: Most likely, yeah. Zoran is a special breed of cat. He takes a licking and keeps on ticking. But, so do I. You know how when samurai size each other up, they can tell how the battle will go before they even draw a sword? I can see that with Zoran. He will stand until his last breath. This fight could go on for days. So if I want to win, yeah, I'm doing something stupid.
: It's how I was so successful!
: We know. But Curtis, for real, don't be that stupid.
: I know no other way.
: Well, we're going to stick around Atlanta and support your stupidity just like we did fighting the bear.
: Thanks Obama. And the rest of you. You're the best gang of non-wrestling ex-presidents I've ever know.
: And me too love?
: Yes Boris, you are also here.
*The gang give a big group hug.*
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Atlanta hotel room. A later day. Night.**
*Curtis is seen sitting in his room, with one lamp on. Giving that good ambiance, you know?*
: Zoran, my enemy turned friend turned enemy again. The disrespect. You were spared my vengeance once when you were lucky enough for us to draw. We even built a bond from the brutality we suffered upon each other. I invited you to my Bear Mitzvah damnit!
*Curtis wipes away a tear.*
: I should have known. My blind rage at my best friend made me forget how you nearly murdered him. I recruited you to torment him further and help me.win Civil War. And you did. For that, I thank you. Even though you waffles me in the face, we still pulled through. I thought it was an accident, now… I'm not so sure. You knew this day would come, you knew I had a ticket to a title shot. Why not take me out ahead of time? You couldn't do it at Civil War, so you try to do it while I face Goldbear II? Is that it!?
*Curtis snarls at the feelings of rage that Zoran brings upon him.*
: Maybe it was an accident at Oh Violent Night. Maybe you felt spurned at the New Year's Show. But whatever the reasons for your sins of the past, we are now on a collision course for an epic, violent fight. I've been destined to regain the X*Crown since I lost it so long ago, but something always gets in my way. I had a briefcase, the championship moved. I built a team to win CTA 2, it was Spike's time. We won CTA 3, it was Steve's time. Caffrey literally burned down his promotion to try and keep me from his world title. But I got it… and I've been biding my time. I thought last month was it because I was blinded by anger. But the bros are back, my head is clear, and my thirst for vengeance is at an all time high.
*Curtis stands up.*
I will meet you in that ring, with no rules, no conscious to stop me. And I'm willing to stare at the gates of Valhalla if that's what it takes. Because I know all the stories, I've seen all the wars you've had. Zoran is damn near unstoppable. People fear you. Only problem is, I'm too stupid to be afraid. I'm to enticed by the glorious battle we're about to have. What do you do Zoran when your opponent isn't shaking in his boots, constantly anticipating the blades? Bring them Zoran, because to me, that just means you need to be in arms reach to use them. And there's so much I can do to you when you're in arms reach. But no matter how far you are from me, no matter how battered and broken you make me, you will feel… the… BANG!
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Downtown Atlanta. Next day. Daytime.**
*We open on the BANG! Bus, which is actually a tank, see:
…rolling down a street. It stops in front of a weed shop named "High as Hell." Spike Kane steps out and sees the bus.*
: What the?
*Curtis pops out of the top of the tank.*
: Spike! Want to take a ride?
: How did you know where I was?
: Presidential secrets.
: Of course.
*Spike climbs up the tank and jumps in, where El Combatiente is already inside as Curtis is behind the wheel, driving to his next destination.*
: Hola amigo. Good to see you too.
: (Good to see you as well. I am glad when next we meet on the battlefield, it will be friendly competition instead of war.)
: You know I didn't get any of that. But we’re cool… for now.
: We're all cool! After surviving a wave of arms together, how could we not be? Haha, that was nuts.
: I probably should have asked, where are you taking me?
: Where we're going, we don't need roads!
: I didn’t mention roads dude.
: Oh, damn. I was so ready to use that line, sorry. I thought you were going to ask how a tank can–eh it doesn't matter. What does matter is, we're going somewhere we need to be. Until then, let's listen to some smooth jazz.
*
We watch for 20 minutes as Spike and El Combatiente sit, listening to jazz while Curtis drives. Why did we leave this in the promo, I don’t know, probably because Combatiente is such a hunk, am I right? Finally, Curtis pulls up to a security post, blocking the way.*
: Excuse me, where do you think your driving that?
: To the set of Shitstorm 4 of course! Prop ordered it to ship post haste.
: Oh… cool! Go on ahead!
: We are not?
: We are too! Everyone films in Georgia these days. We're crashing the set baby!!!
*Curtis drives into the studio lot and eventually on to a set in the midst of filming.*
: CUT! Who ordered the fucking tank?
: Sorry guys, that's my homies.
: Damnit Steve! Everyone take lunch!
*Steve Awesome runs over to the BANG! Bus as Curtis pops out of the top.*
: Steve! Get in here you loveable scamp!
*Steve scurries up the side of the tank and jumps in as Curtis starts it up again.*
: Oh, you brought everyone… hi Spike.
: Hi Steve.
: Bros! Are we not bros? Sometimes bros gotta fight to get everything hashed out.
: Yeah. And it was a damn good fight.
: I had fun. Except for he who shall not be named.
: Well most importantly after bros have a fight, when all is settled, bros have gotta hug!
*Curtis opens his arms and everyone else looks wary. Curtis beckons them to join and Combatiente is the first to initiate a response. Spike begrudgingly joins in.steve is the last hold out, but eventually he caves too! And yes, the tank is still moving! We see through the driver window people in the movie lot dodging the tank. The bros un-embrace.*
: Listen guys, I gotta say, I'm sorry, lo ciento… that I'm so good at Mario Party!
: You son of a nerf herder! I will take you down right now!
: No, I don’t want a Civil War 2 already.
: I'm joking guys. It's nice for us to be back together again! I feel whole!
*Meanwhile, outside, the tank runs over a car as pedestrians give the tank a wide berth.*
: (It was weird to have a Bear Mitzvah without you two.)
: I understood part of that. Yeah man, had a party without us huh?
: The irons were hot. I needed to be a bear post haste. Sorry bros. That's my bad.
: I still would of showed up had you invited me. It was a big day in a bear's life.
: Thanks. I'm glad we're all on the same page now. Right before my big match. Steve, you got any hot tips on Zoran.
: Don't get stabbed.
*Spike nods in agreement as the tank goes barreling through a studio warehouse wall and starts wrecking the set of what appears to be CSI, or CSI Miami, or CSI Denver, or maybe CSI Anchorage. There's so many of those shows it's hard to keep track.*
: I plan on not getting impaled by blades, but no guarantees. But I mean, what else?
: Just take the fight to him.
: Don't let up, don't give him a chance to breathe.
: (Do what you always do, kick butt and don't worry about taking names.)
: Easier done than said with me! I can definitely do tha–
*The tank, still rolling through the set as wanna be actors dodge out of the way, hits a makeshift marsh and gets stuck!*
: Whoa! I thought this hunk of junk would self drive around obstacles?
: Self drive? I didn't realize this "bus: was electric with autopilot
: Oh no, diesel all the way. But yeah, cruise control didn't control shit without me.
: Uh, cruise control is not the same as autopilot.
: Whoops. That explains why it also ran through Mongo’s summer home when I wanted to stop by and discuss some business. Don't tell him that was me by the way.
: I'd say who else would drive a tank through Mongo's place, but there actually is a lot of people who would have motive.
: Yeah, there is, but I left DT's hat that I took that one time, so they might lean one specific way on the investigation.
: Nice.
*Suddenly, there's a knock at the door of the tank. Curtis opens the hatch and a national treasure stares back at our BANG! Bros.*
: WHAT ARE YOU FOO'S DOIN' ON MISTA T'S SET!?
: (Former XHF Tag Team Champion Mr. T!? What are you doing here?)
: (I'm on the cast of CSI: Albuquerque foo')
: You speak Spanish?
: Mista T is bilingual. Mama didn't raise no foo' foo'!
: Of all the characters to call back…
: Que?
: I mean, what a small small world. Listen T, sorry about your set. How can we make it up to you?
*Mr. T thinks for a moment.*
**Cut**
Narrator: Tune in this Thursday on CSI: Albuquerque when Agent T and his friends get special help… from an unlikely source!
*The "BANG! Bus" Tank busts through a brick wall.*
: What's this all about foo'?
Narrator: With special guest stars, movie sensation Steve Awesome!
: Suck it crime scenes! I mean, just crime!
Narrator: Demon, Spike Kane!
: Let's… raise… hell?
Narrator: Lucha superstar, El Combatiente!
: Howdy y'all, I can't wait to catch these varmints causing all this hootenanny!
The joke is he's being dubbed
Narrator: …and former President, Curtis Kanyon!
: These crooks are gonna feel… the… BANG!
Narrator: Don't miss this very special episode!
: These foo's have set up a bomb, inside every mother in the U.S.!
: Even the MILFs?
: That's literally impossible.
: These pilgrims dun' messed with the wrong prairie dogs!
: It's time to save American motherhood!
Narrator: Only on CBS!
**Cut.**
**Fade in. Georgia Wilderness. Along the Chattahoochee River. Daytime.**
*We open on a lake front view. The camera pulls back to reveal Curtis sitting at the edge of a dock. He throws out a line.*
: …and that's how you do a reach cast. Now you try.
*The camera pulls back to reveal his nephew, Chuck! What a site for sore eyes, eh?*
: Thanks uncle! This is really nice of you to take me out.
: Yeah, I felt bad we fell out of touch shortly after we met. I mean, I was super busy with being president and getting injured and all that. And then coming back to a whirlwind of wrestling stuff. Besides, by now people would probably find the storyline problematic with my attempted murderer being a trans person.
: I mean, you’d probably get a few side eyes, but it was my adoptive mom turned dad who raised me and transitioned just as a plot for revenge, it wasn’t like being trans itself was the problem.
: Yeah, and he was incredibly helpful as my X*Crown title holder, it was just the nuisance of the trying to murder me part. I miss Paul Smackage.
: Anyway, you didn’t even know I existed until three years ago, I’m used to going it alone.
: Aw, that sucks, but a chip off the old block. Your old man was also very independent. Well, he thought he was. But it turned out he had a hell of a support system around him more times than not. And it’s not fair to rob you of that as well kid, so I’m going to make sure we see each other more often.
: Thanks uncle.
: I too was like Chris, thinking I was the one doing all the cool shit and people just came for the ride. But it took winning Call to Arms Two to realize I actually work better with a good support system where we communicate and bounce ideas off each other. Hanging with the BANG! Bros has been some of the funnest nights of my career. And not only have we had fun, but we also won a lot more than we lost. I almost lost that at Oh Violent Night Three, and I’m glad we mended fences. That’s the thing Chuck, family, even chosen family, fights sometimes. But as long as it ain’t toxic, the bond together is much stronger than any fight. Remember that.
: That makes sense.
: Even outside of the BANG! Bros, I’ve managed to rekindle old friendships, make some new ones. Make some new forever enemies. I may act tough on screen, and that’s mostly because I am, but I want you to know, I don’t take any of this adventure for granted, and I don’t want you to either, all right. Life throws crazy shit at you all the time, but if you surround yourself with good people, you tend to come out okay.
: Um… even those weird guys with the masks?
: What weird guys?
*Chuck points over to some nearby bushes where Evil Borg and Heavymetal Borg are peaking through.*
: That boy is foolish! We are not here!
: WOOOOP!
: Guys, what the hell are you doing here?
*The Borgs reluctantly walk out of the bushes and down the dock.*
: Curtis, we come with some troubling news. This match with Zoran has made some troubling fractures in our monitors for… THE AFTERWARD! We did not wish to scare the boy, so we were waiting for him to leave, but we came to warn you.
: Warn me? Why would guys so uh… evil… wish to warn me?
: “Take A Look Around
You Can't Deny What You See
Were Living In A Violent Society
Well My Brother Let Me Show You A Better Way”
: What he’s saying is, you cause a lot of chaos, so having you around helps bring about… THE AFTERWARD… more than most wrestlers. Although, bringing Hardcore Harry back seemed to help tip the scales too, thanks for that. This could be the end of you!
: No problem. So you’re saying I’m risking everything by going to war with Zoran?
: Pretty much.
: Eh, I’m good with that.
: But we're not, you know, because of… THE AFTERWARD!
: Seriously, I appreciate the warning… “Borgs.” But why don’t you just sit down and fish with us.
: “Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never but once engaged
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
So don't tread on me”
: I couldn’t have said it better myself.
*The Borgs sit by Curtis as he hands them some extra poles. The four sit at the doc as the sun gleams off the lake.*
**Fade out.**
*Curtis Kanyon is scowling in his locker room. Suddenly, the door bursts open and all his President (and Prime Minister) buddies are there!*
: Ha ha, did you see me use that bear mace! What a rush!
: I can’t believe you did that!
: Anything for my buddy. Sorry it didn't give you the win. It shoulda.
: Thanks George. It definitely should have. As a bear, it was my right to dethrone Goldbear II! I can't believe Zoran robbed me of that!
: It's all right, now you can rob him of his title.
: Too right! It's a fine mess he got 'imself in, innit bruv?
: Man, would.you learn to speak English? I never understand you.
: Oh piss off ya bluh'ee git.
: Sorry, he put a few too many beers back during the show.
: Me more cockney side comes out when I'm corned and fuddled bruv. Sorry 'bout all that then. Now, where can we keep this par'ee goin' on a Chewsday morn?
*Boris puts a hand on Curtis' shoulder. Curtis looks over at him without a joyus bone in his body. The glare seems.to instantly sober Boris up a bit.*
: Boris, I ain’t got time for your drunken tomfoolery right now.
: Sorry bruv.
: I know you said you were going to bring your hammer and all that, but your not going to do anything stupid against Zoran, are you?
: Most likely, yeah. Zoran is a special breed of cat. He takes a licking and keeps on ticking. But, so do I. You know how when samurai size each other up, they can tell how the battle will go before they even draw a sword? I can see that with Zoran. He will stand until his last breath. This fight could go on for days. So if I want to win, yeah, I'm doing something stupid.
: It's how I was so successful!
: We know. But Curtis, for real, don't be that stupid.
: I know no other way.
: Well, we're going to stick around Atlanta and support your stupidity just like we did fighting the bear.
: Thanks Obama. And the rest of you. You're the best gang of non-wrestling ex-presidents I've ever know.
: And me too love?
: Yes Boris, you are also here.
*The gang give a big group hug.*
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Atlanta hotel room. A later day. Night.**
*Curtis is seen sitting in his room, with one lamp on. Giving that good ambiance, you know?*
: Zoran, my enemy turned friend turned enemy again. The disrespect. You were spared my vengeance once when you were lucky enough for us to draw. We even built a bond from the brutality we suffered upon each other. I invited you to my Bear Mitzvah damnit!
*Curtis wipes away a tear.*
: I should have known. My blind rage at my best friend made me forget how you nearly murdered him. I recruited you to torment him further and help me.win Civil War. And you did. For that, I thank you. Even though you waffles me in the face, we still pulled through. I thought it was an accident, now… I'm not so sure. You knew this day would come, you knew I had a ticket to a title shot. Why not take me out ahead of time? You couldn't do it at Civil War, so you try to do it while I face Goldbear II? Is that it!?
*Curtis snarls at the feelings of rage that Zoran brings upon him.*
: Maybe it was an accident at Oh Violent Night. Maybe you felt spurned at the New Year's Show. But whatever the reasons for your sins of the past, we are now on a collision course for an epic, violent fight. I've been destined to regain the X*Crown since I lost it so long ago, but something always gets in my way. I had a briefcase, the championship moved. I built a team to win CTA 2, it was Spike's time. We won CTA 3, it was Steve's time. Caffrey literally burned down his promotion to try and keep me from his world title. But I got it… and I've been biding my time. I thought last month was it because I was blinded by anger. But the bros are back, my head is clear, and my thirst for vengeance is at an all time high.
*Curtis stands up.*
I will meet you in that ring, with no rules, no conscious to stop me. And I'm willing to stare at the gates of Valhalla if that's what it takes. Because I know all the stories, I've seen all the wars you've had. Zoran is damn near unstoppable. People fear you. Only problem is, I'm too stupid to be afraid. I'm to enticed by the glorious battle we're about to have. What do you do Zoran when your opponent isn't shaking in his boots, constantly anticipating the blades? Bring them Zoran, because to me, that just means you need to be in arms reach to use them. And there's so much I can do to you when you're in arms reach. But no matter how far you are from me, no matter how battered and broken you make me, you will feel… the… BANG!
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Downtown Atlanta. Next day. Daytime.**
*We open on the BANG! Bus, which is actually a tank, see:
…rolling down a street. It stops in front of a weed shop named "High as Hell." Spike Kane steps out and sees the bus.*
: What the?
*Curtis pops out of the top of the tank.*
: Spike! Want to take a ride?
: How did you know where I was?
: Presidential secrets.
: Of course.
*Spike climbs up the tank and jumps in, where El Combatiente is already inside as Curtis is behind the wheel, driving to his next destination.*
: Hola amigo. Good to see you too.
: (Good to see you as well. I am glad when next we meet on the battlefield, it will be friendly competition instead of war.)
: You know I didn't get any of that. But we’re cool… for now.
: We're all cool! After surviving a wave of arms together, how could we not be? Haha, that was nuts.
: I probably should have asked, where are you taking me?
: Where we're going, we don't need roads!
: I didn’t mention roads dude.
: Oh, damn. I was so ready to use that line, sorry. I thought you were going to ask how a tank can–eh it doesn't matter. What does matter is, we're going somewhere we need to be. Until then, let's listen to some smooth jazz.
*
We watch for 20 minutes as Spike and El Combatiente sit, listening to jazz while Curtis drives. Why did we leave this in the promo, I don’t know, probably because Combatiente is such a hunk, am I right? Finally, Curtis pulls up to a security post, blocking the way.*
: Excuse me, where do you think your driving that?
: To the set of Shitstorm 4 of course! Prop ordered it to ship post haste.
: Oh… cool! Go on ahead!
: We are not?
: We are too! Everyone films in Georgia these days. We're crashing the set baby!!!
*Curtis drives into the studio lot and eventually on to a set in the midst of filming.*
: CUT! Who ordered the fucking tank?
: Sorry guys, that's my homies.
: Damnit Steve! Everyone take lunch!
*Steve Awesome runs over to the BANG! Bus as Curtis pops out of the top.*
: Steve! Get in here you loveable scamp!
*Steve scurries up the side of the tank and jumps in as Curtis starts it up again.*
: Oh, you brought everyone… hi Spike.
: Hi Steve.
: Bros! Are we not bros? Sometimes bros gotta fight to get everything hashed out.
: Yeah. And it was a damn good fight.
: I had fun. Except for he who shall not be named.
: Well most importantly after bros have a fight, when all is settled, bros have gotta hug!
*Curtis opens his arms and everyone else looks wary. Curtis beckons them to join and Combatiente is the first to initiate a response. Spike begrudgingly joins in.steve is the last hold out, but eventually he caves too! And yes, the tank is still moving! We see through the driver window people in the movie lot dodging the tank. The bros un-embrace.*
: Listen guys, I gotta say, I'm sorry, lo ciento… that I'm so good at Mario Party!
: You son of a nerf herder! I will take you down right now!
: No, I don’t want a Civil War 2 already.
: I'm joking guys. It's nice for us to be back together again! I feel whole!
*Meanwhile, outside, the tank runs over a car as pedestrians give the tank a wide berth.*
: (It was weird to have a Bear Mitzvah without you two.)
: I understood part of that. Yeah man, had a party without us huh?
: The irons were hot. I needed to be a bear post haste. Sorry bros. That's my bad.
: I still would of showed up had you invited me. It was a big day in a bear's life.
: Thanks. I'm glad we're all on the same page now. Right before my big match. Steve, you got any hot tips on Zoran.
: Don't get stabbed.
*Spike nods in agreement as the tank goes barreling through a studio warehouse wall and starts wrecking the set of what appears to be CSI, or CSI Miami, or CSI Denver, or maybe CSI Anchorage. There's so many of those shows it's hard to keep track.*
: I plan on not getting impaled by blades, but no guarantees. But I mean, what else?
: Just take the fight to him.
: Don't let up, don't give him a chance to breathe.
: (Do what you always do, kick butt and don't worry about taking names.)
: Easier done than said with me! I can definitely do tha–
*The tank, still rolling through the set as wanna be actors dodge out of the way, hits a makeshift marsh and gets stuck!*
: Whoa! I thought this hunk of junk would self drive around obstacles?
: Self drive? I didn't realize this "bus: was electric with autopilot
: Oh no, diesel all the way. But yeah, cruise control didn't control shit without me.
: Uh, cruise control is not the same as autopilot.
: Whoops. That explains why it also ran through Mongo’s summer home when I wanted to stop by and discuss some business. Don't tell him that was me by the way.
: I'd say who else would drive a tank through Mongo's place, but there actually is a lot of people who would have motive.
: Yeah, there is, but I left DT's hat that I took that one time, so they might lean one specific way on the investigation.
: Nice.
*Suddenly, there's a knock at the door of the tank. Curtis opens the hatch and a national treasure stares back at our BANG! Bros.*
: WHAT ARE YOU FOO'S DOIN' ON MISTA T'S SET!?
: (Former XHF Tag Team Champion Mr. T!? What are you doing here?)
: (I'm on the cast of CSI: Albuquerque foo')
: You speak Spanish?
: Mista T is bilingual. Mama didn't raise no foo' foo'!
: Of all the characters to call back…
: Que?
: I mean, what a small small world. Listen T, sorry about your set. How can we make it up to you?
*Mr. T thinks for a moment.*
**Cut**
Narrator: Tune in this Thursday on CSI: Albuquerque when Agent T and his friends get special help… from an unlikely source!
*The "BANG! Bus" Tank busts through a brick wall.*
: What's this all about foo'?
Narrator: With special guest stars, movie sensation Steve Awesome!
: Suck it crime scenes! I mean, just crime!
Narrator: Demon, Spike Kane!
: Let's… raise… hell?
Narrator: Lucha superstar, El Combatiente!
: Howdy y'all, I can't wait to catch these varmints causing all this hootenanny!
The joke is he's being dubbed
Narrator: …and former President, Curtis Kanyon!
: These crooks are gonna feel… the… BANG!
Narrator: Don't miss this very special episode!
: These foo's have set up a bomb, inside every mother in the U.S.!
: Even the MILFs?
: That's literally impossible.
: These pilgrims dun' messed with the wrong prairie dogs!
: It's time to save American motherhood!
Narrator: Only on CBS!
**Cut.**
**Fade in. Georgia Wilderness. Along the Chattahoochee River. Daytime.**
*We open on a lake front view. The camera pulls back to reveal Curtis sitting at the edge of a dock. He throws out a line.*
: …and that's how you do a reach cast. Now you try.
*The camera pulls back to reveal his nephew, Chuck! What a site for sore eyes, eh?*
: Thanks uncle! This is really nice of you to take me out.
: Yeah, I felt bad we fell out of touch shortly after we met. I mean, I was super busy with being president and getting injured and all that. And then coming back to a whirlwind of wrestling stuff. Besides, by now people would probably find the storyline problematic with my attempted murderer being a trans person.
: I mean, you’d probably get a few side eyes, but it was my adoptive mom turned dad who raised me and transitioned just as a plot for revenge, it wasn’t like being trans itself was the problem.
: Yeah, and he was incredibly helpful as my X*Crown title holder, it was just the nuisance of the trying to murder me part. I miss Paul Smackage.
: Anyway, you didn’t even know I existed until three years ago, I’m used to going it alone.
: Aw, that sucks, but a chip off the old block. Your old man was also very independent. Well, he thought he was. But it turned out he had a hell of a support system around him more times than not. And it’s not fair to rob you of that as well kid, so I’m going to make sure we see each other more often.
: Thanks uncle.
: I too was like Chris, thinking I was the one doing all the cool shit and people just came for the ride. But it took winning Call to Arms Two to realize I actually work better with a good support system where we communicate and bounce ideas off each other. Hanging with the BANG! Bros has been some of the funnest nights of my career. And not only have we had fun, but we also won a lot more than we lost. I almost lost that at Oh Violent Night Three, and I’m glad we mended fences. That’s the thing Chuck, family, even chosen family, fights sometimes. But as long as it ain’t toxic, the bond together is much stronger than any fight. Remember that.
: That makes sense.
: Even outside of the BANG! Bros, I’ve managed to rekindle old friendships, make some new ones. Make some new forever enemies. I may act tough on screen, and that’s mostly because I am, but I want you to know, I don’t take any of this adventure for granted, and I don’t want you to either, all right. Life throws crazy shit at you all the time, but if you surround yourself with good people, you tend to come out okay.
: Um… even those weird guys with the masks?
: What weird guys?
*Chuck points over to some nearby bushes where Evil Borg and Heavymetal Borg are peaking through.*
: That boy is foolish! We are not here!
: WOOOOP!
: Guys, what the hell are you doing here?
*The Borgs reluctantly walk out of the bushes and down the dock.*
: Curtis, we come with some troubling news. This match with Zoran has made some troubling fractures in our monitors for… THE AFTERWARD! We did not wish to scare the boy, so we were waiting for him to leave, but we came to warn you.
: Warn me? Why would guys so uh… evil… wish to warn me?
: “Take A Look Around
You Can't Deny What You See
Were Living In A Violent Society
Well My Brother Let Me Show You A Better Way”
: What he’s saying is, you cause a lot of chaos, so having you around helps bring about… THE AFTERWARD… more than most wrestlers. Although, bringing Hardcore Harry back seemed to help tip the scales too, thanks for that. This could be the end of you!
: No problem. So you’re saying I’m risking everything by going to war with Zoran?
: Pretty much.
: Eh, I’m good with that.
: But we're not, you know, because of… THE AFTERWARD!
: Seriously, I appreciate the warning… “Borgs.” But why don’t you just sit down and fish with us.
: “Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never but once engaged
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
So don't tread on me”
: I couldn’t have said it better myself.
*The Borgs sit by Curtis as he hands them some extra poles. The four sit at the doc as the sun gleams off the lake.*
**Fade out.**