-[ The scene opens up just outside of a pub in downtown Augusta, Georgia during an old Augusta tradition - the First Friday celebration. B-Pac strolls outside of the pub and leans on a lightpole. He waves at a car full of beautiful girl as they honk their horn and wave at him. One of the girls flashes him as he nods his head and pulls out a cigarette. He lights it up and lets the smoke slowly roll out of his mouth. B-Pac looks at the camera and begins walking towards it as he speaks. ]- B-Pac: " Somethings are unavoidable, Jecht. Like you trying your damndest to prove with words that you're better than me. Sure, I'm doing the same thing... but it's different from my perspective because I have already beaten you... and I don't exactly see any title belt around your waist now do I? Or is that detail left out somewhere in your past as well? Just because you're a legend at Blitzball doesn't mean you're a legend in this business. I don't know who you think you are or who you think I am but you're obvioulsy confused about things. You know, you had a good thing going... but you kept it going for too long and for the most part, people just don't care about it or you anymore. At least thats how I feel... but my feelings don't get you down any, do they? What do I know? I mean after all... I am THE ONLY ONE to have seen your face... and I am THE ONLY ONE who knows who you really are... but I take it that everyone forgot about that. I understand that it must be hard for you to get by day after day after what all has happened to you. I mean, from getting constantly attacked and forgetting everything about your past except for the tad bit of memory that allowed you to name youself and your moves after your recollection of a video game character and ripping off all of those one-liners from other copyrighted wrestlers from other federations. It must be awful for you and I am deeply saddened by this. " -[ Just then, a teenage boy approaches B-Pac and taps him on the shoulder. B-Pac looks to the boy with an angry stare as the boy gulps and begins talking like a little girl. ]- Boy: " Uhhh... excuse me sir, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and that you mentioned the name Jecht. " B-Pac: " Yeah, thats right. What about it? " Boy: " Well, you see sir... my name is Tidus and my father's name was Jecht... but one day, he abandoned me and my mother. I did some investigating into is whereabouts but all I found out is that he used to frequent the Blue Oyster Bar alot and pick up ...ummm... dates and stuff there. I also learned that he ran into some trouble with these straight guys after a night of drinking and wild, passionate homosexual love-making. " B-Pac: " Tidus, I'd appreciate it if you'd not tell me EVERY SINGLE DETAIL about your father's gay love life and get to the point. " Tidus: " Oh, yes sir, sorry. Well, they said that he had been really hammered from nearly 10 wine coolers and was being really flirty with some of the straight guys in the bar. Well, the guys didn't take too kindly to that so they drug him out of the bar and beat him... but thats not all. They apparently stripped him naked and dressed him up to look like a jackass. They then drove his bloody and beaten body out to some field somewhere and left him there with just his goofy-ass clothes and an even goofier looking mask. And thats all that I have found out so far. " B-Pac: " Tidus, that has got to be the stupidest thing that I have ever heard. Get your little femanine ass out of my face and stop looking for your father. He's a loser and isn't fit to be a father... by the way, boy, what does your mom look like? Is she hot? " Tidus: " Uhh... well... " B-Pac: " You know what... nevermind. Just get outta here. " -[ B-Pac smacks Tidus in the face and makes the boy run off crying. He smiles at how much the little boy resembles his "father". ]- B-Pac: " Well, I can't say that I believe that little bitch-boy is your son, Jecht... but if he was I can see the similarities. Like father, like son. He dyes his hair blonde and spikes it all up like a little punk and you wear a mask like a little punk. But in all honestly, Jecht... I feel as though we're close in some ways. You're like a ugly-ass brother to me... I can't hate you. I can only shrug and laugh off those silly little threats that you make because I've seen what you're capable of... and beating me it's not. So go ahead and climb your little mountains and talk on your cell phone to Uncle Joe Bob Jecht with three fingers on his left hand and four on his right, break down my statements and make a conversation out of my words because you have nothing useful to say besides what I have already said... go ahead and do all of that... but when I beat your ass, I'll do it because I did it, not because anyone let me or helped me. Stop making excuses for yourself and face the facts. Don't be jealous because I have more important things on my mind sometimes besides the little small talk that was spewing from your mouth... get over your f##king self because you're not nearly the man that I am. You speak on how getting my IC title is your main goal and that I am not taking my title seriously or whatever you said... but I know that even IF I lose my IC title, I can always get it back at any time that I want to... but tell me something, Jecht, can you get back King Karnage any time you want? You can't, can you? I didn't think so... " -[ B-Pac flicks his cigarette at the camera as he turns and walks back into the pub. The scene fades... to... black. ]-

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