So Hen...what's the deal yo? Decided not to bring that so called "A game" you were supposed to have hiding up your sleeve? Ah, whatever. I knew you never had it in you. Just like back in SWF when you couldn't hold your own for very long. All that energy just eventually collapses and you get a big blob of nothing. A waste of space. It's like all of that effort was put into nothing. And for what? Sad...quite sad.
First and foremost i'd like to give Vincent Hewson a big 'fuck you'. Way to be a prick. We've got a big match ahead of us and all you care about is that you were "forced" to team with me. If it wasn't for me you would never be in the main event. Not now. Not a few years ago. Never. So quit your bitching please. After this week you can go back to your role of 'Generation 9's jobber' and we can all continue to laugh at your failures.
Now then, Pete Ebdon. Oh how i've been waiting for another chance to beat you down. It's going to be great...i'll get to take you and Ricky Jones out all at once. Funny, I fought both of you guys in that tournament and won. Weird how shit works out that way. It's like an ongoing cycle of me destroying you two.
Fact of the matter is, i'm detecting a hint of jealousy from the DRWF roster. The fact that I can put so much less effort in than the rest of you and still continue to succeed and be the champion. Anyone would want to be in my position. Envy will get the best of you guys though, I guarantee it. And just like always, I will end up on top. Whether you slimy bastards like it or not.
And by the way...the Breakfast Club will own you. T-B-C.
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[ We cut in to the same place we faded out of last time. Ace lie on the ground with the black ski mask covering his face, and his hands clenched to his chest. However see a bit of blood trickle from his leg, rather than his chest. Downer rushed over to check on him, and he shooed him away. Downer searched the Cambodian man and woman's pockets, searching for some sort of clue of who they could be. He had nothing. Although he did know of Ivan's shady past in Cambodia, and was suspicious of whether or not it had come back and bit him in the ass. Ever since Downer was a child his father taught him "what comes around, goes around". Even Ivan himself had taught Downer never to piss the wrong people off. And now Ivan was laying there dead on the ground with a bullet hole in his "chest". Or so Downer thought anyways. Ace sat up and dusted off his chest. He gave the two men a quick thumb up and rose to his feet. We cut to Paul Hood and Marie outside of the room, wondering what the hell just happened on the other side of those doors. Marie was a fine negotiatior, but in a situation where no negotiations would be made, there was not much else she could do but sit back and let it happen. However she didn't want innocent people dying on her watch. She believed in finding a resolution to the problem without bloodshed. Whereas the special ops team Ace came from was geared upon getting the job done, and killing without conscience. ]
Paul: I hope he isn't dead.
Marie: I hope nobody's dead.
Paul: Face it Marie, there is going to be death's racking up.
Marie: Don't you want to stop them Paul?
Paul: Don't I want to stop them? How the fuck do you think I feel? My niece is in that room. But there's nothing I can do at the moment, and same goes for you.
Marie: What is the point of me having this job if I can't do anything?
Paul: That's not what matters right now. What matters is that we get those kids out.
Marie: Well what does Liz know about what's going on in there? Did she set up the sound equipment?
Paul: I don't know. Say, is that the same Liz that sold information to the CIA a few years back in Cambodia?
Marie: Yeah, why?
Paul: Eh, just curious.
[ We cut back to Ace in the room with the other two terrorists. He looks around and studies the room a bit, since he was so rudely interrupted by the two Cambodians as he was doing so before. He notices all of the places he could take cover, if he were to get into a shootout. He hadn't shot a gun in over a year now and wasn't so sure of how good his aim was going to be. But that doesn't distinguish from the fact that he won a few medals for his accurracy a few years back. He looked at possible exits to take the hostages in case the poison gas was released. A hallway led to a window, but he assumed that window was probably blocked off long ago. There really weren't many exits besides the front door. One way in, one way out. He had to think up a plan of action, and he had to do it fast. The Aussie spoke up.]
Downer: You alright mate?
[ Ace nodded his head. ]
Downer: You sure? You haven't spoken a damn word since leaving the room.
[ He shrugged a bit. Downer looked over at Barone, who looked back at him. They got some sort of odd look in their eyes. The door flew open and Ace came with. He shut it behind him as bullets flew by his ears. The door slammed shut and he fell to the ground. His leg was wounded pretty badly, and couldn't support him running for very long. Paul Hood tried to help him up, but wasn't doing a very good job. Instead, he offered him some water. We cut to Marie. She was going to check on Ivan Georgiev, possibly interrogate him. However she wondered if he was even conscious yet. Ace had racked him hard, and he likely had a concussion. And he might have struggled while in custody and gotten apprehended....or to put it bluntly, shot. She entered the room he was being held captive in. Strangely she saw a trickle of blood coming from the doorway. She opened the door, and was very surprised with what she saw. Two guards lying on the ground with bullet holes in their heads, and two nurses beside them. And worst of all, there was absolutely no trace of Georgiev. That bastard had escaped again. But how? His weapons were all taken from him. He was basically naked. There was only one possibility, someone had been there waiting for him. Just then it became clear to Marie that it was could be very easy for more people to be in on this that weren't inside that room. Her brain became racked with problems. Possible outcomes to this or that. We cut back to Ace and Paul Hood. ]
Paul Hood: Are you okay?
Ace: I'm in a bit of pain, but i'll be fine.
Paul Hood: What's going on in there?
Ace: It looks like all of the children are fine. There's one adult in their, a violin teacher I suppose.
Paul Hood: What was the shooting about?
Ace: There were these two Asians...possibly from Cambodia or something.
Paul Hood: CAMBODIA? I FUCKING KNEW IT.
Ace: Knew what?
Paul Hood: It's all tying together now. Stay here, i'll be back.
Ace: Not like I can go anywhere anyways...
[ Paul begins to hustle to find something apparently. We cut back to Marie. She seems to be conjuring up a plan in her head. She flips open her cell phone to call Paul. It rings a few times, no answer. We see her mouth "c'mon Paul" as the phone rings. After about 5 rings she hangs up the phone. She walks to the intercom to communicate with the terrorists. ]]
Marie: Hello?
Downer: Where's our man?
Marie: To tell you the truth, I don't know. But listen, we've got your money.
Downer: Bullshit. How?
Marie: We're taking a loan from the UN, but you have to assure me no one is getting killed.
[ Downer looks at his watch. ]
Downer: You've got 8 minutes until the body count rises.
Marie: C'MON YOU CAN'T KILL
Downer: Don't yell, or i'll kill two next time. 8 minutes.
[ We hear him cut off. We cut to Paul Hood running down the hallway. He stops as he approaches the room Liz is in. He collects himself and opens the door. She is a bit startled and looks up at him. ]
Paul: Hey, what do you got?
Liz: Nothing new.
Paul: Say, have you ever heard of an Ivan Georgiev?
Liz: Who?
Paul: Don't lie to me. Tell me what you know.
Liz: About what?
Paul Hood: ABOUT GEORGIEV. We aren't playing this game. I put the pieces together.
[ Liz put her head down. She realized she had been caught, red handed. She had a few choices. She could either cooperate with Paul Hood and attempt to get the hostages out, and probably serve a few years of prison time. Or she could try to rebel, and hope she could still get her share of the ransom. She had to think quickly, but then again, that's what she did. Being a spy had equipped her with many survival qualities. ]
Paul: INNOCENT CHILDREN ARE IN THERE. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
[ Liz was silent. Paul's phone rang. He talked to Marie for a few seconds, then he hung up.]
Paul: Now you're going to tell them that we're really giving them the money. Okay?
[ Liz was still silent. ]
Paul: OKAY?
Liz: Yes.
[ Liz's earpiece beeped. ]
Paul: Answer it.
Liz: Give me a sec.
Paul: Answer it.
[ It beeped a second time. ]
Liz: This will beep five times, and if I haven't answered, he will know something's up.
Paul Hood: Are you trying to suggest something?
Liz: I'm the one making the rules here...not you.
[ It beeped a third time. Paul was getting anxious. ]
Paul Hood: What do you want?
Liz: I want you to leave, and i'll tell them what you want me to. Then you will let me go.
Paul Hood: Fine.
[ It beeped a fourth time. ]
Paul Hood: ANSWER IT.
Liz: Leave.
Paul: I assure you, we'll meet again.
[ Paul exited the room and Liz answered the piece. Just as Paul had assumed, she told the truth. She went against what she told Paul, and told the terrorists exactly what was going on. They weren't getting the money, and something was going down. Paul became furious. But now wasn't a time to be angry. It was a time to think of exactly how the hell they were going to get those children out. The terrorists knew they were lying. The situation was fucked. They needed someone who could break in. But who? ]
Who?
[ Fade to black. ]
... To Be Continued ...