Mark Of Cain-We just gettin' started!

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Federal Court of The United States of America, Northeast District
New York, New York
12/08/2016

Revenge is a dish, best served with cold, hard, CASH!! I told Danny Mac he was gonna pay for fucking me over, pushing me to the side while he kept giving every flash in the pan dip-shit the shine I busted my ass to get. Passed over time and time again from what was rightfully mine by combat. They didn't take me seriously in the least bit; thought I was just some over privileged asshole making whine out of sour grapes.

I always knew they were wrong, and, as the attorneys for Extreme Wrestling Corporation cringe and shake their heads while one Federal District Judge Richard Eisner reads his judgement, it's become painfully obvious for my former employers and their bank accounts....

Uncle Sam and I were in agreement on this issue.

Judge Eisner: I've been a Federal Circuit Judge for nearly 40 years now, and I've rendered judgments concerning nearly 1,200 lawsuits concerning breach of contract, and quite frankly, counselor, your company committed over the course of nearly 2 years some of the most blatant and reckless violations of a legal tendered contract I have EVER seen. In the handling of the plaintiff's career during his tenure, your company has broken numerous statures, both in your company's own by-laws and by federal law. Your corporation has repeated ignored valid complaints and concerns, and your executives have gone out of their way to ensure the plaintiff's career progression remained in neutral, all because you people simply DID NOT WANT TO DO THEIR JOBS CORRECTLY!

This court has found more than sufficient evidence to determine that the EWC and their actions have harmed both the plaintiff's reputation, and his ability to earn income in the wrestling business.

Judgment is awarded to the plaintiff, one Mr. Anthony Kennedy Savage, for the full amount requested of....

Oooh, oooh...sit down and shut up; you're gonna want to hear this number...

$220 million dollars for breach of contract and failure to comply with both federal guidelines and law, as well as violation of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation Charter.

The judge's gavel, and Danny's overpriced ambulance chasers's jaws drop, and my swagger, as you can see outside the federal courtroom, is rising.

There was no question in my mind this judgment was going to come down. You see, Maria, I'm old fashioned like this; I believe people who do good and their part, they get rewarded, and those that don't, pay the price. it doesn't always happen in the real world, but today...

Karma came back and bit Danny Mac in the ass for his crap. *Turns to the camera* Thanks for the free guap, baldie! But don't think I'm done with you or your rancid company, Danny Boy...

We just getting started!

10:00 PM. Tony's Apartment in Central Park West

The song title says it all right now...



WOOOOOOOH! Motherfuckers...WE DID IT!!! WE STUCK IT TO THAT BALD NUCK COCKSUCKER BUT GOOD!

Good bubbly, better kush, and the unbeatable feeling of jamming it sideways up your enemy's ass; now THAT'S how you get high, folks. After nearly 2 years of pain, frustration, and broken promises, I got my revenge in spades. Yeah, I know; $220 mil isn't much of a sweat to Danny, but the face he made at me in court....PRICELESS!!

Fuck him! I don't give a shit about his hurt feelings; it's his money I'm worried about, and from what my intrepid attorney, Eli Rothstein is telling me...

Kid, he isn't fighting the judgment; aftert he feds get their cut from taxes, you'll have your money wired to the account in 2 weeks. You won, kid...you won!!

Damn right, Eli!That's when Tony pops another bottle of Salon, and dumps it on his attorney's head like they just won the Super Bowl.And you led the charge like a motherfucking general, Easy E.

C'mon, you old, cranky Jew; let's go to my office and break open a bottle you'd like.

Mctavish Estate. 50 year old single malt Scotch. This shit cost more per bottle than most people earn in a month. I ice up the highball glasses, hand my lawyer a double serving, and with a clink of glasses....

To my new future, Elijah!

Indeed. *clink* And to you and Cass...Tony, where is Cass....

He takes one look at my face, and he knew:Aw, shit, kid. When?

She left for London 2 weeks ago. Said she couldn't take this war with the company any longer; said it was twisting me up, turning me into something she didn't recognized anymore. She ahd a point; this wrestling business, Eli...

I thought running around the globe killing people for a living was gonna do the job; didn't realize a childhood dream would turn into a nightmare. I dunno what she's gonna do, and frankly at this point...

I don't want to think about it. Can't. Too much shit on my plate to; Savage Solutions is blowing up like fucking Semtex. We've got so much work and cash coming in, the bean counters are talking Savage'll be worth a billion by 2018.

What about that "childhood dream" of yours? Are you...

Tony puts his drink down:The dream...is dead! I'm sticking to merc work; I trust murderers and freelance assassins more than I do a wrestling promoter; hired killers actually can be trusted!

That's too bad; you were great!

One of the best. It's too bad I didn't get treated like it. Their loss.

Tony chugs the last of the single malt down:Anyways; fuck all that Ghost of Christmas Past shit; we're moving forward. To a new life....

And new pussy. Check this broad out, E....

Tony whips out the iPhone, and shows Elijah a pic of a very striking ginger number:Her name's Gail; she's an interior designer.

Nice; do the drapes match the curtains?

Hoping to find out after dinner tomorrow at the 21 Club....

There's a knock at Tony's office door, and the cute blonde from the apartment across the hall peeks her head in:Man, Tony, that helicopter outside the window was a nice touch.

Chopper? The fuck...

Right out the window overlooking Central Park, there's a black Huey hovering about 40 meters from the window, and everyone is all enamored, clapping and cheering....

Except Tony.

I didn't request a fly-by....

But Tony, to his horror and before the spotlight hits his eyes, sees a man through the chopper's side open side door....

Manning a mother...fucking..... .50 Anti Materiel Machine Gun!

EVERYBODY GET TO FUCKING COVER!!

Everybody thought it was Tony just being drunk and weird....until the shots started busting...

Then came the screaming!

TBC

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Let's recap, folks...

Finally get Danny Boy back for treating me like toilet paper, having a good time with friends and neighbors, just drank some $200 a glass whisky with my friend and legal advisor, and now, for the climax of this joyous occasion...

A fucking attack chopper trying to kill me and my friends, and on my security monitors, 2 8-man hit squads approaching my door from the hallway, right before the power kicks off in my apartment.

These assholes knew exactly where to hit me, and when.

Myself and Eli dove into the office, grabbing every fucking weapon we can get our hands on. We're loading clips into guns, even in the dark. I was smart enough to hook up the crib with a backup generator. They haven't tripped that yet.

Who the fuck are these pricks?

Judging by the hardware, precusion, and flat out balls of this assault...*popping a mag into a SCAR-H assault rifle*...I'm thinking these fucks are Black Talons, out of South Africa.

Black Talons? Aren't you competing with these assholes contract wise?

Nope....we've been taking most of their clientele. Guess people prefer to work with us instead of coked up neo-apartheid assholes.

I get a text from my security detail on the roof; they've just took down about half a dozen foot mobiles trying to sneak in through the roof-top, and they're coming to add fire support in a few moments. I manage to pull up some goodies from my office stash....

Couple of flash bang grenades, a big ass Kabar knife, and THIS nifty little nugget Griffin Hawkins hooked my up for my birthday last year...



That's why Griff the Riff's the big homie; Mac's bitch ass gave me a Hot Topic gift card, that pathetic Nickleback enjoying fuck! I hand it off to Eli...

The fuck am I supposed to do with this?

Uh...give it to your wife and tell her it's her Christmas vibrator? The fuck you think, dumb-ass...point it at the helicopter trying to kill us and SHOOT THEM DOWN!!

How am I going to get an open shot?

*still on his phone*Leave that to me.

I've got my generator linked to my phone. One voice command; it'll kick on the power and the lights. Considering these dicks are working in darkness, they probably have night vision goggles on. That, plus these handy-dandy flash bangs....

Timing is everything. Not until they come in....

The door breaks open, and our party crashers start moving in. As soon as the leader orders the men,in Afrikaner, to cleanse the room, those safety pins in said grenades are removed, and take a little flight into the living room....

BLAM!!

Guys outside Tony's office start to groan when the generator kicks on, along with the lights and the stereo. He's only got a moment...

When Tony pops out with his rifle in hand, this comes on over the speakers....



Now it's a party!

Yup; that good ol' fashioned Tony bang bang magic is back baby! Savage drops four would-be killers with controlled bursts of fire before the rest of the squad gets their shit together, and we're on that John Woo jump around shoot everything on sight. People are jumping over couches and shit, bullets flying everywhere. People panicking, taking cover, all Tony's stuff getting shot up...

Mrs. Parker's yappy little shitzu got hit; fuck that dog. God knows how many times he's complained out about that dog. Finally, Tony's crew comes to the rescue. The surviving assassins book it out of the apartment, returning fire. And when it's all said and done, Tony looks around, and screams...

Fuck! I gotta buy brand new furniture again!

Oh, the chopper....

Thankfully, as soon as Eli pops out with the rocket launcher, it takes off.

Shit; and I just figured out how to arm this thing! Tony, the cops'll be here any minute...

I know; Eli, checks to see if people are hurt and...

His phone rings, and the caller I.D. says "Cousin Chewy"; his cousin, and second in command of operations for the company:Chewy; right now isn't a good...

.....

Uh-huh; little bit late to the party with that intel, bro; they just tried to hit me...

.....

Oh, really! All my competitors are trying to kill me? How much is the bounty on my head?

.....

Are you fucking shitting me? $34 million!?! And here I am thinking it's a good thing to be wanted! You got a name to the contract?

.....

A Contract dispatch number? Okay, gimmie it! Okay, contract number Charlie Kilo 4-4-7-9.....2!

The last number makes his heart drop: Yeah, hold on....

Tony, that CDN number...

I know. The contract originated...from Canada!

Not just Canada; Tony...that contract originated from somewhere in Manitoba. You know who....

I know all too well who I know from that neck of the maple leaf woods. Chewy, listen to me....

Get everybody gathered to the fall-back location. And I mean EVERYONE...

Yeah, even Cassandra. I don't care if you have to drag her ass from London; she needs to know what the fuck is going on. And gather the Dirty Dozen and book us transport to the Philippines as soon as I get through with the law.

As he hangs up: Tony; don't act rash. We don't know anything yet....

Oh, I'm going to keep it calm. I'm also going to go to Manila and get some answers. And Eli...

If those answers don't jive, or if I find out he had something to do with this shit...

Eli, I swear before Christ....

I will KILL Danny Mac...and everybody he fucking cares about!