The Contenders [ZS R 01]
Apr 15, 2023 22:25:32 GMT -5
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Post by mosler on Apr 15, 2023 22:25:32 GMT -5
Phipps Plaza.
A large shopping mall located in Atlanta’s Buckhead district.
Massive colourful blocks stand out from the otherwise conservative architecture of the mall to denote one of the more unique stores that call Phipps home. Children race to the front door of LEGO Discovery Center – one of only three that can be found in the United States. With an arm in a sling, a father juggles his son’s purchases in order to hold the door open for the boy. Exiting out onto the sun soaked Peachtree Street, the two head towards their car – the child practically skipping with delight over their trip.
The volatile nature of GUNS management meant that uprooting his family to move to Atlanta was always a dicey prospect. Still, with retirement in Zoran Sainovic’s immediate future, it seemed like as good a place as any to potentially set down roots. Efforts were made. Atlanta has started to grow on him, and he has more fond memories of the city, than he has scars from Venom’s grotesque booking. No easy feat. Now that Sainovic’s time with The Big A based promotion is drawing to a close, questions emerge about whether his family should relocate again. There are many desirable options, but the first move wasn’t easy on Sainovic's adoptive son, Oliver. At least they had LEGO...
With his body failing, the only thing that can get Zoran’s neck out of Venom’s noose is his mind. Only Zoran’s mind is currently clouded with concerns for his family, and thoughts of his future – his very existence away from the brutal whims of the squared circle. Still sporting a patch, the functioning eye is bloodshot and vacant from sleepless nights. The Final Boss is wrestling with his thoughts, and is clearly on the ropes. It is only Oliver smiling up at him that brings Zoran back to the moment.
Zoran first met his adopted son before he was romantically involved with Rose. He was challenging for the X*Crown at Supremacy in a LEGO themed death match, and figured it would be a good idea to become acquainted with the toy brand. The only problem was that it is generally frowned upon for adult males to go to LEGO theme parks unless accompanied by minors. Oliver was his ticket in. Only the two ended up bonding. So having this particular LEGO Discovery Center a short twenty-minute drive from their house helped cushion the pain of the move.
Thinking back - during that Supremacy match, Zoran spent a lot of time claiming that Death Trap was his illegitimate heir. Fatherhood was clearly on Sainovic’s mind. Deeply subconscious, but its funny how life works out...
Oliver isn’t smiling.
What a rank smell. Eyes burn. Searching for the offending odour, Zoran spots a homeless person sitting on the curb. Did that hobo say something that upset his son?
Before Sainovic can bust out the knives, he realizes that the older vagrant is simply begging for change. Body language suggests that Oliver wants to help, but seems too shy to ask. Reaching into his pocket, Sainovic hands the boy a twenty-dollar bill – and gestures for him to hand it off. Beaming, the boy sheepishly approaches the vagrant, and then quickly gives him the money, before racing back to the safety of his father.
Kindness doesn’t need to be taught, just encouraged.
One thing the Network could use more of, is empathy.
The two approach Rose who is waiting by the car. Zoran embraces his wife, as Oliver climbs into the backseat with his new toy. The Sainovics seem ready to leave, when something off camera catches Zoran’s eye.
Rose:
Is something bothering you?
Zoran Sainovic:
Just saw a familiar face.
Rose (following his eyeline):
Oh. Yes, that face does stand out in a crowd.
Zoran Sainovic:
I think I’m going to catch up – but no need to wait, this may take awhile. You two head off without me. I’ll grab a cab... or rickshaw home.
Rose:
If you’re sure, hon. ...he’s harmless, right.
Zoran Sainovic (sad smile):
Yes. Zat’s ze problem.
Tapping on the passenger window, Zoran waves to his son. Oliver affectionately responds before calling shotgun. Limping away from his family, the broken man crosses the street. The target of his attention? A modest restaurant, which has made the unfortunate decision to include photographic examples on the menu posted in the window.
How could they have known that a picture of a hamburger would draw a ravenous Copycat to lick their front window for the better part of an hour?
The real question is, how could they not.
Zoran Sainovic:
‘Cat, I don’t know who you’re imitating, but I zink zey were ribbing you.
Copycat:
Oh, Mister Sainovic! (slurp) I’m sorry you’re seeing me like (slurp) this. But you know these weird (slurp) pregnancy (slurp) foods. I just woke up craving a picture of a hamburger covered in glass.
Zoran Sainovic:
Zat doesn’t sound very nutritious, remember... you’re eating for two.
Copycat:
I can’t help (slurp) myself.
Zoran Sainovic:
Why don’t we go inside, and see what ze real hamburger tastes like?
Copycat:
Wait. Eat together? (slurp) Like we know each other? (slurp) Be seen in public at the same table? (slurp)
Has Copycat died and gone to Copycat heaven?
Zoran Sainovic:
Naturally.
This is the happiest day of Copycat’s life. Until he remembers he is Copycat, and has no money.
Copycat:
Thanks anyway Mister Sain (slurp) Ovic – but this place is too (slurp) fancy. Have you seen the pictures in their (slurp) window?
Zoran Sainovic:
I keep telling you, ‘Cat, my name is Zoran. And zis is my treat. I insist on both fronts. After all, what are friends for?
Eyes welling up with tears of happiness, Copycat manages to pull himself off the window. Only to lean in to sneak another dozen licks…
Copycat:
Thank you Mister Sai- Zoran.
He is so stuck to the window that he looks like a suction cup Garfield plushy, but eventually the need for human connection forces Copycat to follow Zoran inside.
After a long day of training for a Rumble that he knows he’s not actually a part of, an exhausted El Rey takes Zoran Sainovic to a steakhouse. Today’s exercises involved operating a rickshaw to drag The Final Boss around to a series of locations that certainly felt like domestic errands. Given how much blood he gets on his suits, El Rey understands the need to go to multiple laundromats – but do they really have to be on opposite sides of the city? Hoofing it on the highway was a little scary.
And picking up dog food? That sure was heavy.
Yes, the more El Rey thinks about it – the surer he is that Zoran’s car is in the shop.
By the time he comes back to reality, the two men are seated at a table. The waitress places a perfect looking medium rare steak in front of Sainovic. It looks good enough to be in a commercial. So El Rey is near tears when a small bowl of rice is placed in front of him. Then his fork is taken away. Replaced by chopsticks.
El Rey:
What is this-?
Zoran Sainovic:
If you continue to avoid your destiny as X*Crown champion to court ze junior division, you must be mindful of your figure. I understand your compulsion to please your father with zat lesser division, so we can’t have you failing to make weight...
El Rey:
I burned off a million calories today!
Zoran Sainovic:
Oh, zat isn’t for eating. It’s for counting.
Struggling to use the chopsticks to pick up a single grain of rice, El Rey gets it to his lips before discovering it’s uncooked.
El Rey:
WHY?
Zoran Sainovic:
When you’re in ze Rumble, you don’t just need eyes in ze back of your head – you need to have unparalleled attention to detail. Every tell of exhaustion or injury, every note of animosity between ze various participants, you need to keep a running tally in your head of alliances while sowing ze seeds of discord to make sure other partnerships aren’t forged. So zis is an exercise to increase your patience, I’m not just playing at being Mister Miyagi.
El Rey:
Who?
Zoran Sainovic:
Miyagi. It’s a Karate Kid reference.
El Rey:
What is that?
Zoran Sainovic:
...A film from 1984.
El Rey:
THEY HAD MOVIES BACK THEN?
Zoran Sainovic:
What – you’re kidding right? I mean you can’t be zat- no, you’re- you’re serious. How? Zis must be corrected post-haste! TO ZE RETRO DRIVE-IN MOVIE FESTIVAL!
El Rey:
Wait, you can’t go to a drive-in with a Rickshaw...
Zoran Sainovic:
Watch us! We’ll have you making Wax Off jokes in no time.
El Rey:
Wax what? Can I at least get some food first; I’m feeling a little lightheaded.
Zoran Sainovic:
Do you zink you’ll have time to eat in ze Rumble?
El Rey:
We do have Pepsi Man; it’s possible there will be some other fast food mascots in the ring-
Zoran Sainovic:
Zat was rhetorical. You will not. (rising to leave) For ze rumble!
Grumbling, El Rey slowly follows his mentor out. He knew there would be sacrifices to keeping this Rumble entrant ruse up.
The Triple X Club.
An exclusive facility located on a super yacht in international waters, that is open to all XHF superstars, who have won the X*Crown on three occasions.
At the moment only two wrestlers have actually met the criteria for membership.
They current sit in a banquet hall, preparing to have lunch at opposite ends of a fifty foot oak table. Both men have attendants that look like supermodels acting as waitresses.
Zoran Sainovic (looking over menu):
Can you imagine how awful zis place would be if Jack Diamond won ze Rumble? So tacky and cheap zat zey might as well call it ze Diamond Lounge. Paradise lost. Not unlike Adam and Eve being cast from heaven. (handing the menu back) I’ll have ze Komodo dragon liver.
Dylan Black (handing his menu to a waitress):
Snow Leopard stew.
Zoran Sainovic:
Yes. Not unlike man being cast from ze heavens – it would truly be Paradise Lost.
Dylan Black:
There are other two time champions involved in the Rumble that would have better chances than Diamond. Not worth losing sleep over. Besides, I have no intention of losing.
Zoran Sainovic:
Oh, I know you will thoroughly trounce ze competition, Dylan. Zat is not in doubt.
Dylan Black:
Is that why you are training a number of the participants to win?
Zoran Sainovic:
My mother didn’t raise me to put all my eggs in one basket. I respect you, and am confident in your abilities, but ze idea of Steve Awesome stepping foot in zis sanctuary? I require contingency plans. If it means bruising your ego to actively try to assist Rey? I apologize, but it is worth ze slight.
To hear how the Super Frenemies speak to one another privately, the average XHF viewer might think that they hate one another. They do. They just hate every other XHF talent more.
Zoran Sainovic:
Excuse me Miss, have zey put down ze Komodo dragon yet?
Waitress:
It is already being flash fried.
Zoran Sainovic:
I zink I’ll go with ze Red panda risotto instead.
Waitress:
Right away, sir.
What a nice club.
They really should add a “No Steve’s allowed” clause, just to protect this sanctuary.
The lunch with Copycat continues in Atlanta, at least until the restaurant runs out of food.
Copycat is eating for two – but two that haven’t seen food in a month, so are gorging themselves in a manner that is causing most other patrons to move their seats farther away from him. It is revolting. On the other side of the table, his dear friend Zoran Sainovic watches in concerned awe of the bottomless pit.
Waiter:
Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink? The house wine-
Copycat (turkey leg in mouth):
Not in my condition.
Zoran Sainovic:
My friend is clearly with child.
Waiter:
…Of course he is, sir.
Copycat (throwing back a bowl of pea soup in one shot):
Do you have pictures of lobster? Possibly framed?
There is a very real possibility that over the paste year, Copycat has been living on pictures torn out of free newspapers. That would certainly explain some of the spikes that appeared on his blood work. The Final Boss is more than happy to buy out the restaurant if it puts weight on this tragic figure. As the meal has reached the point where Copycat is once again craving glass, however, it seems a good time to broach the subject of self-care.
Zoran Sainovic:
I zink we’ll have another zree orders of ze popcorn shrimp. And ze waffles...
Waiter:
Right away-
Nodding politely, and thankful for the exit window – the waiter retreats from the disturbing scene.
Zoran Sainovic:
I see you signed up for ze Rumble...
Copycat (shovelling ice cream in between words):
Mister Bradshaw thinks the extra weight from the baby will make it hard for people to get me over the top rope.
Zoran Sainovic:
Who can fault zat logic? As long as you’re in ze Rumble, anyway, why don’t I help train you...?
Copycat (mouth open in joy, lets half a duck fall out):
You’d do that for me?
Zoran Sainovic:
Naturally. I am a little concerned for your well being with so many bodies in ze ring. It is no place for a person in your condition. I should warn you zat I am also training El Rey for victory- and even zen, expect Dylan Black to be impossible to unseat. Despite zese seemingly split loyalties, I strongly believe zat all involved parties can benefit greatly from ze pooled resources.
Copycat (stops eating):
You are the best Mister Sainov- Zoran!
Zoran Sainovic:
Shall I take zat as a yes?
Copycat (back to the broccoli):
I’d be crazy not say yes!
Zoran Sainovic:
For you... my machinations are far less complex. You see I have it on good authority zat ze Ascension Wrestling Federation is making a return.
Copycat (mouth open in shock, letting the other half of the duck fall out):
Return from where?
Zoran Sainovic:
Closure. Given your track record with zat company, along with impressive recent performances at ze Battle for Hegemony and Supremacy – a returning AWF would be very lucky to sign you to contract. With zat comes a stable home – since more of zeir shows are in ze Ohio area. Not to mention ze kind of consistent income, and benefit packages, zat a responsible parent could greatly use. In short, you really need zis Ascension job – and I’m going to see zat you get it.
So touched that he has been torn away from his binge, Copycat looks near tears.
Copycat:
I think I’m going to cry.
Zoran Sainovic:
Don’t. We need to toughen up your image. Work on a fitness regime. We cannot have you getting injured in ze Rumble and blowing zis big opportunity.
Copycat:
No sir!
Zoran Sainovic:
Zis is going to be hard work. And you may zink I’m torturing you for pleasure over ze course of ze next month, but by ze time I’m finished, you’ll be ze poster boy for ze new AWF!
Copycat smiles broadly at this suggestion, or perhaps the mountain of popcorn shrimp being placed in front of him. It’s nice having friends.
El Rey jogs down a wharf, carrying Zoran on his back.
Zoran Sainovic:
Enough Rey.
The once and future X*Crown champion if we can ever get him out of the junior division, collapses.
El Rey:
Thank god-
Zoran Sainovic:
I zink you have more zan enough stamina to start ze Rumble at number one and make it all ze way to ze finish. Yes, you’ve spent enough time acting as my wheels-
El Rey (facedown on the wooden ground, can’t look up):
You think!
Zoran Sainovic (spinning some keys on his index finger):
It’s about time I returned ze favour. So I bought you a car!
El Rey (kipping up):
EVEN MY DAD HASN’T BOUGHT ME ONE RECENTLY! ZORAN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE-
The kid is really excited. The joy on his face disappears when he turns around to find... a 1991 Lexus LS400. Certainly a vehicle that would make even a spoiled teenager happy in 1991, but El Rey wasn’t alive back then.
El Rey:
...You really shouldn’t have.
Zoran Sainovic:
Hide your disappointment with more tact. It is a burner.
El Rey:
Oh thank goodness-
Behind the Lexus, a 2022 Tesla Model S is parked.
El Rey:
That’s more like it!
Zoran Sainovic:
And it’s all yours-
El Rey:
I don’t know what to say, Zoran – thank y-
Zoran Sainovic (withdrawing keys):
IF YOU CAN BREAK DOWN ZE LEXUS IN THIRTY SECONDS WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
Yes. Zoran’s training regime continues to be stolen from Capcom video games. The make of the car suggests this is the Final Fight bonus stage variant found in Street Fighter 2.
El Rey:
Oh no, I’m not risking my hands for a-
Zoran Sainovic (pulling out stop watch):
STARTING NOW!
This is so stupid. He could get really hurt. But El Rey isn’t going to NOT beat up a wreck to get a Tesla. The crown prince of the junior division goes over and kicks the hubcap. It really hurts his foot.
El Rey:
Aaaaw- this is so stupid!
Zoran Sainovic:
You don’t have time to waste!
El Rey (almost breaks his hand punching the window, which doesn’t shatter):
How am I supposed to make a dent?
Zoran Sainovic:
Tatsumaki! Use your hurricane kick!
El Rey (almost breaking his arm):
I don’t have a hurricane kick!
Zoran Sainovic:
How do you not have a hurricane kick? ...Are you sure you’re my disciple?
El Rey (triumphantly snapping the antennae off, and using the metal stick to start scraping paint):
I’m starting to wonder!
Zoran Sainovic:
Back in my day, I’d do it by hitting X four times, zen up, zen Y.
El Rey:
This isn’t a game!
Zoran Sainovic (flash of his scary intensity):
No. Zis is deadly serious.
El Rey stands on the exhaust pipe until it starts to bend. Positive reinforcement.
El Rey:
Wait, here we go, nothing is impossible for El R-
Zoran Sainovic:
TIME.
El Rey:
Oh come on!
Zoran Sainovic:
Zat is time.
Slumping to his knees, El Rey looks sadly at the Tesla.
El Rey:
Oh. My. Car.
Zoran Sainovic (resetting his watch):
How do you expect to win ze Rumble, if you can’t even break down a car with your bare hands in zirty seconds? Zis is about going ze distance!
El Rey:
At least I’ve got two ha-
Nope. El Rey catches himself before he gives his mentor an excuse to stab him.
Zoran Sainovic:
Cheer up. (fiendish smile) Want to do it again?
El Rey (perks up):
Wait, I can keep trying until I break it down?
Zoran Sainovic:
Naturally. I want you to have ze Tesla, my boy.
El Rey (rising):
Sweet. I got zis-
Before Rey can go back to work, however, some random movers roll the slightly scratched Lexus out of the way – revealing a fresh Lexus.
Zoran Sainovic:
You do have to start from scratch. It wouldn’t be fair to pick up where you left off... fortunately zere are lots more cars where zat came from, so we can do zis for days.
Days? El Rey looks indignant at this fresh 1991 car.
Zoran Sainovic:
Getting angry? Use it.
El Rey:
TATSUMAKI!
Attempting a hurricane kick, El Rey doesn’t make it through the first rotation, possibly breaking his ankle on his metal nemesis.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!
In the recreational centre below deck on the Triple X Club super yacht, Real Madrid and FC Barcelona are having a friendly. The two soccer clubs have apparently been rented for the day to have a contest.
From the sidelines, Zoran Sainovic and Dylan Black seem uninterested in the stage show. Not big soccer fans, this wretched excess only seems to exist to remind them of the Pablo Escobaresque power that their club surroundings afford them. The nature of renting major sports clubs like they were clowns for children’s parties means that no one will see the best bicycle kick of Karim Benzema’s career. Even the framing of the promo leaves most of the action out, instead focusing on the sidelines.
Zoran Sainovic:
Zough I agree about not letting just anyone in, I wouldn’t be as upset about Death Trap-
Dylan Black:
Do you know how many hat racks we’d have to install? And he still wouldn’t take the hint.
Zoran Sainovic:
When a zird member eventually makes zeir way zrough our vetting process, it could be a lot worse. Can you imagine Jack Diamond trying to misappropriate zis place as one of his sad Diamond lounges? Or zat arrogant joke Rob Arnold walking about like he owns ze place?
Dylan Black:
Well at least we don’t have to worry about Arnold at the rumble.
Zoran Sainovic:
Ze sign-ups were a little light. Zey could all be in it. Zere is a little too much Academy presence in J-RoK as of late for my liking. And it’s not as zough zose self-serving pricks ever show up unless zere is something zey want. One needs look no further zan ze XHF European championship for zat. Or is it getting defended at Night of Champions zis year? Ze rumble speaks to zat kind of selfish one off win for some talent. Besides, its not like Arnold could pass up ze opportunity to frustrate your rumble chances – can’t have anyone else successfully defend ze title. So as horrible a zought as Steve Awesome making our club look like anyone can get in, at least he’s an active performer. Not one of zese legacy fools zat couldn’t win a one on one match zese days if zeir life depended on it. You know ze type. Ze ones whose best chance at another X run is blind luck as surprise guests in a massive multi-man event. It’s not ze names we know about, jokes like Recoba, but ze names we don’t-
Dylan Black:
I was surprised Rat Bastard didn’t make an appearance.
Zoran Sainovic:
Exactly. Big man, hard to throw around, has an edge in matches of zis type - and if he somehow joined us in ze club? You’d be looking at every retiree from ze pre-Network era trying to relive zeir glory days. Velez. Campbell.
Dylan Black:
This place would be like nWo Hollywood overnight.
Both men shudder.
Zoran Sainovic:
Well some records zey can never take away. (sadistic smirk) Can you imagine if I won back-to-back Rumbles?
Dylan Black (daggers):
No. No I can’t.
Zoran Sainovic (raises working hand in playful defence):
Just kidding. I’m only a spectator zis year. You’ve got zis!
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!
The Spanish announcer draws their attention back to the live entertainment. Apparently Lewandowski has tied things up.
Zoran Sainovic:
We should have ordered a curling match instead. Much faster pace.
Dylan Black (looking at the soccer game in disgust):
Agreed.
A tailor has a hard time keeping Copycat from fidgeting long enough to take his measurements for a suit.
Copycat:
It’s very nice of you, Mister Sainovic, but I’m just going to outgrow it in the next month-
Zoran Sainovic:
We will get you another one, at zat time. For now it is important zat you can dress to impress. When we get you zat Ascension Wrestling Federation job interview, what exactly were you planning to wear?
Copycat smiles blankly.
Zoran Sainovic:
Exactly. We need to have you looking as professional as possible for zat interview, so zat you can negotiate a contract in line with your experience.
Copycat:
HAHAHA – that tickles!
Tailor:
Please stand up straight-
Copycat:
It’s very hard with all this baby weight in the front.
Zoran Sainovic:
I have it on good authority zat Ascension will be launching in April. It confuses me why zey haven’t been in contact with you yet.
Copycat:
They probably don’t want me.
Zoran Sainovic:
Zey would be fools-
Copycat:
I mean, I’d be going on maternity leave soon.
Zoran Sainovic:
...true. But zat would be discrimination. No, we can legally prove you’re ze best man for ze job – pregnant or not. We just need to make sure you can pass ze physical, and look ze part of a productive employee.
Copycat:
I don’t want to put them out.
Zoran Sainovic:
ZINK OF YOUR LITTLE ONE.
Copycat:
Yes. Yes, you’re right.
Zoran Sainovic:
Job or not, all ze self-care is important for your health. And our training can be put to use in ze Rumble, even if ze end goal is ze stability of Ohio!
Copycat (doubling over):
HAAAAA - that tickles!
Tailor (rolling eyes in frustration):
I have all the measurements I need.
Zoran Sainovic:
Good. Zen it’s time for ze real work to-
Tailor:
Stop that!
Copycat:
I think my water broke.
SMASH CUT. An ambulance races down the street.
The speed of the ambulance is nothing compared to the Formula 1 cars that Black and Sainovic race around the deck of their super yacht with. Doing wheelies on the helipad, this sanctuary truly is god’s country!
They can’t have Bobby Barrett or Seth Dillinger ruining it for them.
They can’t have Bobby Barrett or Seth Dillinger ruining it for them.
On a hospital bed, Copycat squeezes Zoran’s working hand for all it’s worth.
When this delivery finally ends, the old man may be without either arm functioning. With only a set of legs, The Final Boss would have to let Dylan Black ride on his shoulders to win the tag titles. An unfortunate visual, but it wouldn’t stop them from winning.
Copycat:
The contractions are coming faster-
The face of the AWF starts to breathe heavily like in that Lamaze class he saw on an episode of Simon & Simon.
Zoran Sainovic:
Just relax-
Nurse:
Are you the fath-
Zoran Sainovic:
NO.
Copycat:
HERE IT COMES!
Doctor:
AAAAAAAAAH!
Copycat:
AAAAAAAAAH!
Nurse:
AAAAAAAAAH!
Copycat:
AAAAAAAAAH!
Zoran Sainovic (trying to pull away his breaking hand):
AAAAAAAAAAH!
Copycat (sticking out tongue for maximum Budweiser commercial birthing pain):
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Doctor:
...False alarm.
Copycat (stops screaming):
That’s a relief. (matter of fact) I wouldn’t want my baby to be born prematurely.
Doctor:
Same time next month!
His hand finally free, Zoran shakes it, trying to get feeling back. This experience was more traumatic than he expected.
Zoran Sainovic (his hand is purple):
…we really need to get you zat contract.
"HOW IS THIS GOING TO HELP ME TRAIN FOR THE RUMBLE?"
The Final Boss and his long suffering pupil stand at the edge of a rocky cliff, a good forty feet above the pacific.
Zoran Sainovic:
Zat feeling about not wanting to be thrown off a cliff zat you are experiencing RIGHT NOW? GREAT NEWS! Zat carries over into ze Rumble! So zis instils ze sense of self-preservation, and fear of elimination zat you will need to stay in ze ring. Fantastic, no?
El Rey:
I already have that!
Zoran Sainovic:
Take ze plunge!
El Rey:
You can’t make me.
Zoran Sainovic:
Rey. What do you take me for? I’m not going to force you to do anything you do not want to do...
Really? Of course. They have a good relationship. This is silly. The tension leaves. That’s right. This would be cold-blooded murder.
El Rey:
I’m just not comforta-
Zoran Sainovic:
-But zese snakes will!
Opening a burlap sack, Zoran Sainovic tosses a dozen cobras at El Rey’s feet – forcing the young man to fall backwards off the cliff.
El Rey:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHY?
Zoran Sainovic:
Rumble, young man, rumble!
As El Rey disappears into the freezing waters, Sainovic watches proudly from his perch. He is going to have a say in this Rumble winner even if it kills them.
The camera focuses on the cold waves, with Rey no where in sight, as the music of Grace Jones takes us to a fade.
The camera focuses on the cold waves, with Rey no where in sight, as the music of Grace Jones takes us to a fade.