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CTN Towers, Tuesday afternoon
Mary Jane Francis' Office...

 

Ding Dong. Was the witch dead?

Hee hee. Witch one? Get it? Which one?

     It wasn't funny no matter how hard he tried...

     True he had no great love for M.J. Francis, yet here he sat in her office, feeling those all too familar pangs of guilt. Why? He owed Francis nothing. If anything she was a universal pain in the @$$, and the universe finally caught up with her, in the form of one Danny Starr. Starr, a rampaging idiot, if there ever was one.

     Could he have prevented any of this? Starr's only claim to fame so far in the fed, had been an untelevised victory over the OutLaw that he hadn't taken seriously. Since then anything related to the FOS tossed his way was meet with crushing defeat. But still, ...that hadn't been enough to stop Starr. Nothing seems enough to stop Starr. Being carved open, Crisis, a rampage by Nikki Silver, Caprice, nothing... except perhaps a focused OutLaw. Was that the cause of his guilt? His inability to take Starr seriously?

     ...No.

     Who the hell can take that swollen sack of mediocrity seriously! It was bigger! It was the state of the Circle currently, and he may have inadverently caused it.

     Which is kinda funny coming from a man, who made it a personal misson to break the Circle. But it was HIS misson! No one else's! A smirk crossed his face, that was the OutLaw of old talking. No one was allowed to destroy the Circle, and he would allow no one to destroy Steele either. They were both his! His alone!

     But once again the guilt was his, and for one reason.   ...Samantha . Samantha, his first love. His first forsaken, his greatest doubt, and possibly his biggest crime. And now, perhaps the time to pay for that crime has come. It was Samantha's 'disappearance' that led to Angel Rock to follow and search for her. And possibly to her own death. An event his friend Kenny Rock would never truly recover from, and send him down his own eventual downward spiral. Now Samantha was back, at first he thought it was to legitimately get back together with him, but that has since been shown not to be that case. She played the same sort of mind games that Eve did, when she had as much success as Eve did, she seemed to just disappear.

     Or so he thought, rumors have now since been flying about that she's been seen with Nikki Silver. Silver! The thought of Silver with his first love sent his blood racing. Thoughts of incredible violence began to flood his mind, anticipation of hearing Silver's bones snapping, and the liquid popping sound of his joints seperating brought much joy. Then the site of his cell phone resting on the chair with him caught his eye. Memories of Mary Jane Francis desperately trying to call him came flooding back. Coincedentally before the OutLaw's meeting with two individuals claiming to be Coven, offering him answers to all his questions about the Coven and Eve, in return for a way into the CTN. Coincedence? Hardly. Obviously Mary Jane was somehow aware of this, and needed his help. Genuinely needed his help, not just wanting to use him like an unleashed animal. Perhaps, that was why Catherine Jones suddenly found the time to talk to him. If he had cooperated just once, just this once, could the Coven's foothold have been stopped?

     If one has to make a choice between the Coven and the Circle, the OutLaw would unfortunately rather choose the Circle. Ohe should know the evil it's dealing with. Many considered Mary Jane a witch, but if they asked the OutLaw he could tell them they had no idea. He's long since wanted them out of his life, but it seems the wrong witch was taken out. One has to be careful for what one wishes for. One also has to keep their word,
  ...and the OutLaw promised if he saw the F.O.S. around he'd take them out. Great, how's this for irony? Silver was possibly being turned for the Coven, and the OutLaw now possibly found himself required to carry the mantle of the Circle. F--king Beautiful!! Only thing that could make this more complete would yet another "witch" in his life...


Interlude
The Prentiss Building, 5th Avenue
Manhattan, NY

     He paced about like a caged tiger. This wasn't his way. He was usually cool, calm collected, calculating. Now he was bordering upon becoming a wreck. All because of one man. A man who was unworthy of the time he spent with the greatest woman he has ever known. A man who threw away the love and attention delivered upon him by a goddess. He was becoming a wreck, because of an idiot. An idiot he tried to make a pact with. Now he wondered who was the true idiot.


Prentiss: I'm f--king smoking! That is NOT control! I am ALWAYS in control!


Woman: Calm down Aaron! You will be of no use to her like this. Just relax, he will come around.

Prentiss: How can I be sure? The man lives to be a d@mn pain in the @$$! Tell him to go right, he makes a b - line left! I put all my eggs in one basket for a chance to win Eve's favor again! And now the d@mnable OutLaw... OutLaw? He calls himself an OutLaw! Arrgh! [Drives the cigarette into an ashtray, and buries his face into his hands]  Morgan you drove me to this! All for some sick joke!

Morgan: [Calmly smiling] Calm down. It is a beautiful play. You can gain Eve's favor again, by using her one failure. He will come around. Trust me. You may think he's difficult, I find him...
interesting.

Prentiss: Interesting?! How the hell so? [Suddenly stopping his train of thought, Prentiss looks Morgan dead in the eye] That's it! Once and for all, what is in this for you? You don't work for Eve. Your concerns aren't the same!

Morgan: I promised you the opprotunity to get back in the good graces of Eve. Trust me, for reasons you don't understand, CTN is very important to Eve. Getting it through her one failed pet project, will just make you look that much better. As far as my interest in this OutLaw...   what if I said I want him to teach me how to wrestle?

     Aaron Prentiss looks at the woman even more mystified. He knew when he decided to accept her help there would be uncertainity. Looking at her laughing, Prentiss wonders once again who is the true idiot.


CTN Towers, M.J. Francis' Office,
...Again.

     The OutLaw finally decided enough was enough for the day, he'd had his fill of guilt, and needed to get out of here before...

     Rachel Winston entered the office at a frantic pace, making a direct line for Mary Jane's desk, never noticing the OutLaw. The OutLaw just sat there, watching the way Rachel moved about, studying her intensity. Various emotions ran over him; admiration, affection, & more. He sighed heavily to announce his presence. Rachel looked up, surprised to see anyone sitting on the couch of the office, let alone the OutLaw.

Rachel: [Surprised]  David! ~Whew!~  I'm sorry you scared me. How long have you been here?

The OutLaw: Not long. Hey,   ...we haven't talked in awhile, but there's something I need to discu- -...

Rachel: [Not really paying attention]  I've - - -  I've had so much to do with Ms. Francis out.[Deciding not to mention her meeting, and more specifically meeting Damian Knight]

[Suddenly stopping, and looking at the OutLaw curiously] Were you there, when she was attacked?

The OutLaw: [Quietly]No.

Rachel: [Muttering]You're never there are you?

The OutLaw: [Angry]What the hell is that supposed to mean? Look I may not be the first in line for group hugs & kisses... But you may have noticed I haven't exactly been doing cartwheels over what happened to everyone's favorite vertically challenged psycho. It ain't my job to watch over anyone in the Circle, they're all big kids, and it isn't my job to protect a d@mn one a them!

Rachel: God! I am so tired of this. Look whether you like it or not, you are associated with the Circle. And the Circle is a unit. Unified! A unit I am very proud to be associated with! And you should be as well!

The OutLaw: [Throwing up his hands, and rolling his eyes] Come the hell on! The group is a f--king farce, and it's got nothin' to do with me. Example. Nikki Silver - The franchise player; a man who's made it abundantly clear he wouldn't waste the time to piss on me if I was on fire. Mind you, I am grateful for that sentiment, but is that the attitude of a real bud?

Rachel: [Looking at him cross]    ...And none of this is your fault?

The OutLaw: [Looking off] Well...     How about the rest of these losers? Craven & Ali? I dunno who has Craven more p*ssy whipped, Siana or Crisis!   ...And Ali? Everyone's favorite underage alcoholic. That punk @$$ kid is allowed in a ring? Especially a GWA ring? Why aren't I surprised? Some people would be lost without the concept of nepotism. He has problems!

Rachel: [Stepping forward to drive home her point] Exactly! And what have you done to help him? [The OutLaw looks at her completely stunned] If anyone in the Circle knows what the boy is going thru, it's you. [Swaggering] Mr. "World Drinking Tour" hard core drinker! The man who can claim to have spent more time drunk in more cities, than most people can just claim they've ever visited. You know first hand the evils of alcohol! Have you gone up to Ali one to talk to him about it? Or just once, gone up to just talk to the boy? Just talk?! Well?!

The OutLaw: [Throwing his hands up, as if completely lost as to where and why this conversation is happening] Woah! Woah! I am not the f--king Circle's guidance counselor or team cheer leader! If Ali is big enough to be in the Circle, than he's big enough to take care of himself. I can handle my s#!t! Ali is a drunk. Plain & simple. No jokes. He has a problem, and he has to face it! I don't! I have to make a concious effort to drink. When's the last time you saw me with alcohol? [Rachel shakes her head no] Right! The only thing that kid needs from me is another @$$ whipping! Even then that won't settle a d@mn thing! He has to want to solve his problem.

But hey, since you're getting all warm & fuzzy about our colleagues...   How about Caprice? You remember,      I took a crutch in the back for you, when I was protecting your pretty little @$$ from an Aussie smackdown. Did I get a thanks from you? [The OutLaw looks her dead in the eyes, Rachel looks for a moment then looks back down at the desk] Did I ask for one? NO! Why? Cause I thought YOU and ME, were a unit! A team! You wanted in the Circle to prove yourself! Getting me under contract got you in! And I got someone to look after my interests out of the ring!

[Eyes wide with anger, a scowl on his face]YOU AND ME!! A team! A division of... A seperate subsidary of...
But I forget...  All things are forgiven with you and Caprice now, specially since you guys started suckin' face! [Looking at her accusingly] Why the f--k aren't I surprised?

Rachel: David...

The OutLaw: [Turning away from her, and heading towards the door]  Fuck you. You and your Circle.

     Rachel just stands there numb. Her mind jumping back an forth from the disappointment of literally being told she was too incompetent to lead the Circle, to losing her one true friend, and being expected to pick up the slack of the business of the Circle. Rachel literally felt as if every bit of energy and weight just ran right out of her body and to the floor. This wasn't supposed to happen. She didn't do anything to deserve this. If anyone was a loyal employee of CTN, it was her... not Lexus Bannon, not this Angelica. But somehow it seemed as if she was being made to pay for the Circle's breakdown. Rachel let her body go limp and she leaned back on Francis' desk, wondering what new direction the Circle was headed for.

If any.


     If one were to ask around about the OutLaw, you'd probably here one common thing. "He's rarely in control." And they wouldn't be too far off. The difference between yours truly and others, is that I'm not completely uncomfortable with that. The question is, have I become comfortable with a lack of control, because I've spent so much time in that position? Current events would seem to hammer that idea home.

     Well kids, it's that time again, time for a visit with the OutLaw and the OutLaw cam. And our word for today will be DISARRAY. A word that seems to fully capture the way things have been going for yours truly as of late. But hey, my personal life is of no concern to you. It's what happens in that squared circle I like to call my office. And coming up at the next Pay per view, Requiem, a better word couldn't be used. I face one John/Jonathan/blah/blah/blah Linday, with Furious Steele as the guest referee. Holy F--k! Boy! Ya take pride in pissin' off the head staff around here, and they find one helluva way to get back at ya!

[Leaning into the camera and smirking] I didn't really think ya guys loved me that much! Now I have to decide who's @$$ to kick first! The front office? Lindsay? Steele?

Hmmm....

I b!tchsmack the front office, I'll probably face the entire roster of cruiserweight's in one night! Not a problem! But inconvient.

Steele. That b!tch is probably gonna three count me on the way to the ring! For whatever crack filled reason that sonnavab!tch gets to decide the fate of my championship match. A loser who couldn't score his own match on the card. Beautiful! I'm thinking either way, when that bell rings at the end of the match, me and Steele are throwing down.

Which I suppose that just leaves Lindsay...

Disarray.

A word that would seem to describe a supposed multi - personality like him. A diagnosed mental case that is allowed to operate in the GWA. What the f--k? It's not like he's the only one, or probably the last. Why not? Nonetheless a nut job.

Or is he?

Perhaps Lindsay, twirling about in his own little world, seperate from the rest of us. Kept away so that none may comment on his approach to the upcoming conflict. Safe from the attacks directed his way in preparation for the battle. Maybe he has the right idea.

You see, as of late I find myself torn in many directions. Different sources seek something from yours truly. Some want an unrelenting animal who seeks out and destroys. Others want a calculating individual who will do anything for what he wants. And others, just a means to an end. One man, that is asked to be many. With nowhere to hide, nowhere to retreat. No little fantasy world to roam free in. I envy you Lindsay. I don't know why you are the way you are. But d@mn it's got to be nice to have no expectations thrown on you. Just hang back in the padded room, let out to fight. Man! That is the life!

But not MY life. I gotta be here! In this world, the real world. I've got to shape and mold this world to my liking. Not some dreamscape. And I do it by kicking the @$$ of anyone that gets in the way of my taking charge of my world. I take control, I eliminate the disarray, by destroying others! Possibly not the life my parents envisioned for me. But how often do those of us get that life? We take the chaos strewn about us, and we do the best to reign it in and take control.

So disarray won't be putting me down, and neither will you Lindsay. It's all about control. Getting control. Steele would like to think that by being referee in our little shindig, he'll be in control. No. I will do everything by the rulebook, and I will beat you. I'll drop you head first, possibly knock some of those personalities together, then turn and beat Steele's @$$ just for breathing in the same state I do!

I am the OutLaw. And no matter how much disarray, I will take control.

Why?

Because I am the champion!

I am the OutLaw!