S2, Ep.2: I Can't Drive Down the Median...
Oct 27, 2015 16:46:45 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 16:46:45 GMT -6
Damn, Tony, I didn't know. I'm sorry. How is Cass doing?
I had to get the gang downloaded on the events from the last few weeks, how personal shit got in the way of business. I at least owed them that. It still doesn't excuse the failures of the last few weeks, nor does it make me feel any better about what I'm about to say to what's left of the FORCE camp.
She's doing fine, Shady, appreciate the concern.
God, I can't imagine how much of a scare that was for you, Tony. I mean, being a mother is even more important to me than being a wrestler. If any couple deserves a chance to have kids, it's you and Cass.
Ruth's empathy now makes me feel like an even bigger prick than I already think of myself. What I'm about to tell her is a definite mood deflator.
I appreciate the concern; thank you all. But that's not why I brought y'all to the table. I....shit...
I need a moment. Take a drag from the Blu, a tug from my beer.
It's gotta be done, T, you know it. This arraignment I'm in; it's simply not working. This isn't a team; it's a goddamn clusterfuck waiting to happen. It's gotta be done. It just has to.
*pauses, takes a breath*
That's not why I called this meeting, guy and gals. I've got something I need to tell you, something I should've done a while ago.
First off, I need to let it be know, I appreciated the chance to have worked with a guy like you, Shady, I really did. Cannabis always spoke highly of you, and when a man like Mike sings your praises, (which he didn't do with most very often) you know that cat's one in a million.
Met some great people along the way. Ruth, on a personal level, you're a helluva woman, and it's been an honor working with you. And of course, Metal...
*sly smirk* Not only are you a fucking juggernaut in that ring, you've had my back the whole way since we first hooked up....
Professionally, I mean....
As much as FORCE has been a fun ride (no pun intended, Abbey) on a personal level, in the end, I have to think about what's good, not only for me, but the future of the fed. This fed is slowly sinking into an even bigger cesspool that it was when we joined forces. Xplode's got the belt...
That's on me and me alone, and I will make sure that red marker gets erased from the ledger...
We've got a billion scumfucks running around doing what they want, when they want, with no regard for ethics, decency, or even regard for the safety of others. Mac's let Brawl deteriorate into a shell of it's former self; let's not forget, he pretty much turned his back on everything good the brand and the industry represented when he tried to reshape your skull with a chair because you were "making things inconvenient" for him...
We were supposed to be fighting the good fight, but it seems like we were no better than the rest of the degenerates we were fighting.
I mean, think about it...
I bit my tongue and went along when you included that coked up jackass Newman...
A man who threatened to end my career because he was feeling sad panda for not doing his job a week earlier, and never bothered to apologize for it; instead, giving me a bullshit excuse that he was just "bringing out the best in me". A prick so self-obsessed, he literally thought he was the sun in the EWC solar system because he held on to that $20 piece of leather and tinfoil for far too long I.C. belt....
Hey, he did care...
Puh-lease; that guy barely spoke to me or Ruth, and do you know how many times he hit on Tony's girl when T wasn't around? Hate to say it, but Tony has a point, Kurt was a bit of a selfish ass.
Then, without bothering to even tell me, you enlisted Jeff (Nirvana)...
The same fuck that spent months trying to fit me in a body bag back in Boardwalk; again, like Kurt, barely even acknowledged it, let alone, tried to make amends. But I bit my tongue again, tried to be the team player to make this work, and well, you should've consulted me about him, cause I could've told you how that would work out.
And then, there's Ruth...
What? What did I do?
Tony's gives her that "are you for fucking real" look:Seriously, Ruth? Seriously? You're fucking our main arch-nemesis; a man that not only ran amok like some third rate African dictator, destroying people's lives and careers for his own fucked up gains, but also went out of his way to try to end me, Shady, and Metal. Seriously, what the hell are you thinking?
Jesus, Tony; it's complicated...
Anywhere else, what you're doing would be considered fucking TREASON! Think about it....
What you're doing's the equivalent of a Marine fucking an Al-Qaeda operative. Or being a CEO at Coke, yet being photographed drinking fucking Pepsi all the damn time. Any other business or organization on Earth you pulled some shit like that in, you'd either be fired, put in prison, or fucking EXECUTED! Not only that, you train Shelly, who hangs with a group as equally shitty and vile as your toilet bug of a hunny-bunny! YOU'RE BANGING ONE OF OUR ENEMIES AND TRAINING ANOTHER ONE!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?!?!
Goddamn you, Tony, why are you...
Why am I acting like this? Why? It's simple....
I don't like complicated, Ruth. In all my lines of work, complicated gets you fucking KILLED!! My daddy told me something profound when he was teaching me how to drive, he said, son, never drive down the median. All you'll end up doing is getting into a wreck. And that's what's going to happen to you, Ruth; you're going to end up in a fucking massive pile-up because you want to play all sides like goddamn Yojimbo, and I sure as shit aren't going to let your "complications" fuck up my life, or the lives of these people in this room.
Fuck you! We were friends...
Yeah, friends tell each other the truth, Ruthann. And they take a stand for each other, and frankly, you've done neither with me or these people very well! I've had my problems, Shady has his, but we're working on them, trying to improve on them so we get cohesion, but you, not only are you doing the same shit that's messing your life up and threatening the security of ours, you put the fucking pedal to the metal on that crazy train in your Uncensored shoot of yours.
**screaming at the top of his lungs* DID YOU REALLY FUCKING THINK I'D BE KOSHER WITH THAT COURSE OF ACTION?! HUH!? DID YOU!?!
*Trying not to do like Ruth, and cry, because this is killing him* Jesus, I wish it didn't have to be like this, but...
I can't...I just...can't...
I can't say it, so, I'll let my FORCE cut being thrown down on the table say everything I need to.
It's just...not working...
Goddamn, man....
Tony, don't do this...
What choice do I have? *voice wavering* This isn't a team, man. It never was. With the exception of me and Metal, we've been going different directions. I can't do what I need to do for this fed with this alliance. I can't trust you, Ruth, as much as I admire you, and Shady...
You know what needs to be done, and I don't blame you one bit, but, I know I can't rely on you to help me...
You shouldn't have to; you're too much of a good man for that. I am so sorry, but...
I've compromised too much for FORCE, and simply put...
I can't anymore. I just can't.
****
Damn, man; that shit was intense!
Metal finds Tony sitting on the hood of his car, just staring out at the night sky, tugging on that joint like a tow truck. Metal cops a squat next to him, and he passes it, giving her a hug.
I blame myself for this; what was I thinking; deluding myself into believing FORCE was the solution. She was right; it's never worked. Too many people with too many differences trying to fight the good fight, when half your squad doesn't even know what the right thing is....
You're being too hard on yourself...
You and Cass; you two have always had my back. So, this is why I'm gonna ask you a very tough question...
How far are you willing to go to make things right again in EWC? I mean, I know you and Ruth are tight; you train under her, but...
How long do you think it'll be before her complications, or her shit-stain of a lover, fucks us over, and I mean bad? And it isn't just him...
Karl, this Arkham Asylum disguised as a wrestling roster, hell, President Mac...
Matching t-shirts and an occasional funny promo aren't gonna cut it anymore.
No, Motown, you're from Detroit, you know the score...
If we want things to change, we're gonna have to do it OUR way. And our way...
Tends to get very fucking messy!![/font]
I had to get the gang downloaded on the events from the last few weeks, how personal shit got in the way of business. I at least owed them that. It still doesn't excuse the failures of the last few weeks, nor does it make me feel any better about what I'm about to say to what's left of the FORCE camp.
She's doing fine, Shady, appreciate the concern.
God, I can't imagine how much of a scare that was for you, Tony. I mean, being a mother is even more important to me than being a wrestler. If any couple deserves a chance to have kids, it's you and Cass.
Ruth's empathy now makes me feel like an even bigger prick than I already think of myself. What I'm about to tell her is a definite mood deflator.
I appreciate the concern; thank you all. But that's not why I brought y'all to the table. I....shit...
I need a moment. Take a drag from the Blu, a tug from my beer.
It's gotta be done, T, you know it. This arraignment I'm in; it's simply not working. This isn't a team; it's a goddamn clusterfuck waiting to happen. It's gotta be done. It just has to.
*pauses, takes a breath*
That's not why I called this meeting, guy and gals. I've got something I need to tell you, something I should've done a while ago.
First off, I need to let it be know, I appreciated the chance to have worked with a guy like you, Shady, I really did. Cannabis always spoke highly of you, and when a man like Mike sings your praises, (which he didn't do with most very often) you know that cat's one in a million.
Met some great people along the way. Ruth, on a personal level, you're a helluva woman, and it's been an honor working with you. And of course, Metal...
*sly smirk* Not only are you a fucking juggernaut in that ring, you've had my back the whole way since we first hooked up....
Professionally, I mean....
As much as FORCE has been a fun ride (no pun intended, Abbey) on a personal level, in the end, I have to think about what's good, not only for me, but the future of the fed. This fed is slowly sinking into an even bigger cesspool that it was when we joined forces. Xplode's got the belt...
That's on me and me alone, and I will make sure that red marker gets erased from the ledger...
We've got a billion scumfucks running around doing what they want, when they want, with no regard for ethics, decency, or even regard for the safety of others. Mac's let Brawl deteriorate into a shell of it's former self; let's not forget, he pretty much turned his back on everything good the brand and the industry represented when he tried to reshape your skull with a chair because you were "making things inconvenient" for him...
We were supposed to be fighting the good fight, but it seems like we were no better than the rest of the degenerates we were fighting.
I mean, think about it...
I bit my tongue and went along when you included that coked up jackass Newman...
A man who threatened to end my career because he was feeling sad panda for not doing his job a week earlier, and never bothered to apologize for it; instead, giving me a bullshit excuse that he was just "bringing out the best in me". A prick so self-obsessed, he literally thought he was the sun in the EWC solar system because he held on to that $20 piece of leather and tinfoil for far too long I.C. belt....
Hey, he did care...
Puh-lease; that guy barely spoke to me or Ruth, and do you know how many times he hit on Tony's girl when T wasn't around? Hate to say it, but Tony has a point, Kurt was a bit of a selfish ass.
Then, without bothering to even tell me, you enlisted Jeff (Nirvana)...
The same fuck that spent months trying to fit me in a body bag back in Boardwalk; again, like Kurt, barely even acknowledged it, let alone, tried to make amends. But I bit my tongue again, tried to be the team player to make this work, and well, you should've consulted me about him, cause I could've told you how that would work out.
And then, there's Ruth...
What? What did I do?
Tony's gives her that "are you for fucking real" look:Seriously, Ruth? Seriously? You're fucking our main arch-nemesis; a man that not only ran amok like some third rate African dictator, destroying people's lives and careers for his own fucked up gains, but also went out of his way to try to end me, Shady, and Metal. Seriously, what the hell are you thinking?
Jesus, Tony; it's complicated...
Anywhere else, what you're doing would be considered fucking TREASON! Think about it....
What you're doing's the equivalent of a Marine fucking an Al-Qaeda operative. Or being a CEO at Coke, yet being photographed drinking fucking Pepsi all the damn time. Any other business or organization on Earth you pulled some shit like that in, you'd either be fired, put in prison, or fucking EXECUTED! Not only that, you train Shelly, who hangs with a group as equally shitty and vile as your toilet bug of a hunny-bunny! YOU'RE BANGING ONE OF OUR ENEMIES AND TRAINING ANOTHER ONE!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?!?!
Goddamn you, Tony, why are you...
Why am I acting like this? Why? It's simple....
I don't like complicated, Ruth. In all my lines of work, complicated gets you fucking KILLED!! My daddy told me something profound when he was teaching me how to drive, he said, son, never drive down the median. All you'll end up doing is getting into a wreck. And that's what's going to happen to you, Ruth; you're going to end up in a fucking massive pile-up because you want to play all sides like goddamn Yojimbo, and I sure as shit aren't going to let your "complications" fuck up my life, or the lives of these people in this room.
Fuck you! We were friends...
Yeah, friends tell each other the truth, Ruthann. And they take a stand for each other, and frankly, you've done neither with me or these people very well! I've had my problems, Shady has his, but we're working on them, trying to improve on them so we get cohesion, but you, not only are you doing the same shit that's messing your life up and threatening the security of ours, you put the fucking pedal to the metal on that crazy train in your Uncensored shoot of yours.
**screaming at the top of his lungs* DID YOU REALLY FUCKING THINK I'D BE KOSHER WITH THAT COURSE OF ACTION?! HUH!? DID YOU!?!
*Trying not to do like Ruth, and cry, because this is killing him* Jesus, I wish it didn't have to be like this, but...
I can't...I just...can't...
I can't say it, so, I'll let my FORCE cut being thrown down on the table say everything I need to.
It's just...not working...
Goddamn, man....
Tony, don't do this...
What choice do I have? *voice wavering* This isn't a team, man. It never was. With the exception of me and Metal, we've been going different directions. I can't do what I need to do for this fed with this alliance. I can't trust you, Ruth, as much as I admire you, and Shady...
You know what needs to be done, and I don't blame you one bit, but, I know I can't rely on you to help me...
You shouldn't have to; you're too much of a good man for that. I am so sorry, but...
I've compromised too much for FORCE, and simply put...
I can't anymore. I just can't.
****
Damn, man; that shit was intense!
Metal finds Tony sitting on the hood of his car, just staring out at the night sky, tugging on that joint like a tow truck. Metal cops a squat next to him, and he passes it, giving her a hug.
I blame myself for this; what was I thinking; deluding myself into believing FORCE was the solution. She was right; it's never worked. Too many people with too many differences trying to fight the good fight, when half your squad doesn't even know what the right thing is....
You're being too hard on yourself...
You and Cass; you two have always had my back. So, this is why I'm gonna ask you a very tough question...
How far are you willing to go to make things right again in EWC? I mean, I know you and Ruth are tight; you train under her, but...
How long do you think it'll be before her complications, or her shit-stain of a lover, fucks us over, and I mean bad? And it isn't just him...
Karl, this Arkham Asylum disguised as a wrestling roster, hell, President Mac...
Matching t-shirts and an occasional funny promo aren't gonna cut it anymore.
No, Motown, you're from Detroit, you know the score...
If we want things to change, we're gonna have to do it OUR way. And our way...
Tends to get very fucking messy!![/font]