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Post by Alexander Lyons on May 22, 2023 4:47:21 GMT -5
The moment the Feral Prince of ANTITHESIS had been roaring for had finally arrived, a chance to be a champion. His own champion, not one he was forced to share with a partner that didn’t give a damn about the championships they had held together. But now the tag division was dead, and ANTITHESIS were arguably the ones to cause it’s destruction. Alex wasn’t out to prove anything to ANTITHESIS, he knew his family believed in him and supported him. He needed this for himself, to prove to his own blood family that he does belong and they were wrong to ignore him and treat him like some sort of black sheep who didn’t exist.
Jack Russow has a strong family name within PWS, much stronger than the Lyons name, still both men seek to be the best of their family, and for Alex that means moving closer to the top of his territory. The territory of PWS where he and his pride roam. ANTITHESIS was his Pride and he would stop at nothing to bring them the United Championship. A championship he didn’t even originally want, but Jack Russow had some sort of honorable moment and offered the match to Alex following a non-title defeat.
A moment that in the words of Alexander Lyons was a “Huge Mistake”
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If you asked Alex to be honest, he would tell you that three people in his life have truly supported him, through thick and thin, with blood sweat and tears. Those three people are Johnathan Sanders, his lovely wife Alexandra and the monster known as Dionysus. He felt no real love from his absentee father, his self righteous cousins, his supposed trainer and even his own mother tried to keep him away from the business due to some personal vendetta of her own.
Each and every one of them thought they knew what was best for Alex, but they all only were looking out for their own best interests. It was Johnathan Sanders who found the lost and broken Alex,and took him in, doing what Sanders does best and mending his broken soul. Unlike Tyson Sykes, Alexander was thankful, and bringing home the United Championship would truly be a great way to show how thankful he was to Johnathan for everything, and for the rest? Well Alex had words for each one of them, starting with those twin cousins of his. Vincent and Victoria.
In one of the locker rooms of The Lyons Den the three have congregated at the behest of Alex himself, the young blonde male, Vincent leans against a locker in brooding fashion, as the girl, Victoria, a championship on her shoulder looks at Alex with a smirk.
“So what’s this about?” she says “Are you here to finally join your true family, and help spread the message of The Pride?”
“No.” Alex says with a laugh, “I told you I have my own pride, and im not here to listen to any of your woke propaganda conspiracy theory bullshit. Save that for a guy like Devon Ryder.”
“I’m telling you Alex, this is what THEY want.” says Victoria, her eyes gleaming, “They want to keep us fighting, but we don’t need to fight . You can come home Alex. I can help you. You just need to open your eyes to the truth.”
“I told you no.” Alex says again more sternly, causing Vincent to stir only slightly.
“Cool down Vincent, we’re not going that route.” Alex says shaking his head, Vincent relaxes back into his leaning position after a hand gesture from Victoria.
“I have no intention of letting you do to me, what you did to him.” Alex says pointing at Vincent, “He was a fucking star in WWH, a two time Affliction Champion, the FIRST Affliction Champion, and you were always there to ride his coattails and take credit for his success.”
“I was his manager.” Victoria scowls, “I guided him every step of the way. WWH as we knew it is dead. It’s MY turn now and Vincent understands that. I am the PWE Victory champion, maybe you should try winning your own championship first before you huff at me cousin.”
“Oh I will.” says Alex, “I’ll be a fighting champion too, you wear that championship but we both know that currently, your just the champion of the off-season. What happened? Did your little company decide to take a break just as you were gaining momentum, just as you won that championship?”
Victorias eyebrows furrowed, “I’ll have you know, we’re already working on the next season, and I will very much be keeping this belt as long as the season lasts. I’ll be champ when it starts, and I’ll be champ when it ends.”
“We’ll see about that I guess.” Alex smirks.
“Yeah, guess we will.” Victoria replied, smirk of her own.
“Either way, WE don’t do an off season.” Alex said arrogantly, “When I win MY championship, I will go on to be more of a champion that you’ll ever be, you can take the family catchphrase but you’ll never take the pride I have within me.”
“Been meaning to talk to you about that.” said Victoria, “You used the words HEAR ME ROAR, on Riot and you were given a strict court order that the family catchphrase was under copyright to myself and Vincent…”
“Call my lawyer.” Alex said rolling his eyes, “I don’t give a shit, all I’m worried about is winning the United Championship. I can make my own name, this family has never given a fuck about me. You want to control me like you control Vincent and that will never happen. I am going to show you, Vincent and everyone else that didn't want me here that this IS where I belong, and I’m going to do this MY way like I have my entire life.”
“Well, I suppose that’s it then? Just brought us in here to puff your chest?” Victoria taunted, “I do wish you well Alex, and hope one day you can take your proper place within your true family. Until then…good luck. Come Vincent.”
Alex and Victoria stare into each others eyes, before she makes her exit with her twin brother Vincent following in tow, shortly after in silence.
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What did his idiot cousins know? Vincent was poised to be the breakout star of the family, and is now no more than his sisters lapdog. And Victoria? She didn’t care about anyone unwilling to follow her so called “open mind.”. The twins weren’t as obnoxious as the other cousin, Eddie, the newest one to break into the business. Alex had his issues with the twins, but neither he nor them cared for Eddie. Eddie and his honor. Yet he cuts down the rest of his family, as he sights on his high horse of self righteousness.
Of course he found Eddie, training in one of the rings at the Lyons Den and of course Keevee Kaiser was there working with him, The head trainer was always trying to find his next golden goose, but Alex was never one of his true chosen ones, well much like his with the twins, he had to stand his ground against these two as well.
“Still looking for that Cleo Phillips replacement?” Alex said, smirking arrogantly on approach, “So, putting your stock into him? Mr. Holier Than Thou? Makes sense. You’ve always wanted to be a Lyons, always tried to live through us haven’t you?”
“Alex...not now.” Kaiser sighed heavily, “Eddie and I are busy getting him ready for his return to the ring in PWE.”
“Yet, still no time for me, ahead of my big championship match in PWS.” Alex replied.
“You know that’s not true.” Kaiser said, “I’m here for all my students, that includes you, Vincent and Victoria. But the three of you are the ones with the bad attitudes. If you want, you can hop in the ring and run some drills with Eddie right now.”
Alex shook his head with a laugh, “No, I don’t think so. Nice try. You don’t get to leech onto me now that I’ve gotten this far on my own, understand me?”
“Look you come up to me while I’m working, complain I’m not paying you as much attention as I do other students.” said Kaiser, “I offer you a chance and you reject me. So what exactly do you want?”
“I just want some damn respect.” Alex says, “I’m tired of hearing about how much Cleo Phillips has done around here. In case you forgot, this is the LYONS Den, and you work for MY father.”
“And I am the one trying to preserve the memory of your Uncle, the one who STARTED this place!” Kaiser said, getting more upset, “Your dad doesn’t do shit around here but reap the benefits of everything your Uncle Vincent started. He drove your Uncle Ray away from the business and hardly even shows up here anymore.”
“Just get out of here Alex.” said Eddie, finally hearing too much and inserting himself in the situation.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Alex said, “Nothing, because your precious code of honor won’t let you, you always have to do the right thing Eddie, but at the same time don’t realize how condescending you come off. You’re the only student who hasn’t won a championship of any kind,and it’s because you have no edge. You’re too obsessed with making sure everyone sees you as honorable and good. Even Cleo has some edge to her, perhaps you should find yours…cousin”
“Alex, I do wish you well, and I hope you do bring back the PWS United Championship for us.” said Kaiser, “But it’s that attitude that holds you back. You think I’m not helping you, but I am.I’m always trying to help you, to help Eddie, to help the twins, to help Cleo. You are ALL my students but until you’re willing to work with me and not against me, then I’m not really sure how far I can take you.”
“I have no problem doing this on my own.” said Alex, “I know who really has my back and it’s not the two of you. I won’t let you ride my coattails and take credit for my success. When I bring back the United Championship, it will be because I did it on my own, and more importantly I did it MY WAY.”
“Well, all I can say is good luck then…” Kaiser said shaking his head.
“Don’t need it.” Alex said with a grinned, making sure to look Kaiser in the eyes, and giving Eddie some side-eye as well before walking away full of arrogance, leaving the two to get back to their training.
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Alex knew his father would be at The Lyons Den today, and he was already waiting in his fathers office, feet on the desk as if he were the one running things, when Zachary walked in he just shook his head and sighed.
“Hello son.” greeted Zachary, “Something I can help you with?”
Alex smirked, removing his feet from the desk to lean back in the chair, “Just wanted to pay my dear ol’ dad a visit. Is that a problem?”
“Of course not.” replied Zachary
“I also wanted to ask…” Alex continued, “How hard did you try?”
“Pardon me?” questioned Zachary
“You told me before, you tried to reach out to me but my mother wouldn’t allow it.” Alex said, “How hard did you fight for me? Did you push as hard as you could? Or did you give up after a few tries?”
“Alex…” said Zachary, “This again?”
“When I found my way to The Lyons Den you said you were going to have my back.” Alex said, “You even got in Kaisers face about it, but since then I’ve seen nothing. You’re never even here most of the time. You have Vincent and Victoria working together. Eddie and Cleo spend a lot of time working together, but who’s helping me? Nobody. I’m still the loner, the black sheep of the family.”
“Oh, but I have.” said Zachary, “See, I understand your pain and frustration more than anyone because I lived it as well”
Alex says nothing, but continues to listen with curiosity
“Your Uncles, Vincent and Ray treated me the same. I had your same rebellious nature and it’s what led me to multiple world championships. Them keeping me in the dark like the black sheep of the family only fueled my passion, my desire and I wanted you to feel the same because that’s where people like us get their strength.” Zachary continued, “We then unleash the inner beast within us, and show no mercy on our opponents. Just like you’re going to do with that Russow kid.”
Alex laughed to himself, “Well you got that right. I am going to humiliate Jack Russow. It’s time for The Lyons Den to take notice of Alexander Lyons, because I am going to be the best of all of us.”
His father smiled with pride.
“We aren’t exactly alike father.” said Alex “I do not have the weakness for lust as you did. The only lust I desire is the punishment I deliver in that ring. I’m going to bring a PWS championship back to The Lyons Den, but it’s not for you, Keevee Kaiser or any of my cousins. This one is for me.”
Zachary nodded, “That’s my boy. Go get em.”
Alex mustered a half smile in return, his old man really wasn’t so bad after all. They do say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
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A video package plays, showing the events of Riot where Alexander Lyons screwed Jack Russow over, the footage of the Brightroar DDT plays on repeat a few times, as The Lion Sleeps tonight plays.
We-de-de-de De-de-de-de-de De-we-um-um-a-way We-de-de-de De-de-de-de-de We-um-um-a-way
It continues with repeated footage of Johnathan Sanders getting the pinfall and win the match.
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimo……
The music comes to a stop, as does the footage, as we hear a record scratch sound, followed by static, when it comes back Alexander is sitting on a throne made of stone, a misty vastness sits behind him, he glares into the camera, and speaks three words.
“You were warned.” he says with a callous smile, akin to one from Johnathan Sanders.
He laughs to himself, before continuing.
“I told you what would happen when you laid down the offer.” Alex continues, “But you let pride get the better of you. You just couldn’t take your loss in stride could you Jacky Boy? You need this redemption, because you just can’t handle the fact that someone might just be better than you. You need to prove something to yourself don’t you?”
Alex leans back, re-posturing himself to sit more comfortably
“This is all your fault Jack.” Alex continues, “Now I’m going to beat you AGAIN, and this time take the very thing you hold dear, that United Championship, then you can just go home and be a family man. Be there for your three kids, what are their names again? Whats-her-face, that kid and who-zee-whats-it?”
Alex smirks again, amused with himself.
“They’re going to learn that Daddy is no hero, but rather Daddy is a failure.” Alex continues, “A man who is coming to right a wrong, and make himself feel better about his previous failure. Only this time he loses everything, and will have nobody to blame but himself. Jack Russow will be forced to admit he was just a paper champion who just couldn’t slay The Feral Prince.”
The camera jumps to a closer cut of Alex’s face, holding that Sandersesque grin.
“You hear that you little shitheads?” he says still grinning, “I’m going to hurt your Daddy like Scar did to Mufasa, and in this story there is no Simba to stop me. But you can thank me later kids, when daddy returns home this time, he’s going to be staying for a very long time because he won’t dare show his face around here anymore.”
As he laughs again, the camera pulls out to the normal shot from before.
“You do know that when you offered me this opportunity, you offered it not to me but to ANTITHESIS right? Of course you do, a fool you may be but your not inherently stupid.” Alex continues, “We are still and always will be the scourge of PWS and after Destiny we will enter the darkest period PWS has ever seen. My dark sister Alexandra is going to defeat Mike Hawk and take the World Championship, and with me as your United Champion there will be no stopping us, we will leave only a wake of chaos and blood.”
As he smiles again, his eyes gleam with delight.
“It’s time to make an example out of you Jacky Boy.” Alex continues on, “It’s time for me to step up, and show Johnathan Sanders that all along it was ME, not Tyson Sykes that was the true right hand man. I am the one that truly understands the cause. Tyson had a kind heart before he was converted, my heart has never known kindness. I am going to be everything he wanted Tyson Sykes to be and more.”
He takes in a breath, letting his words linger before he continues speaking again.
“We need a United Champion that can bring some relevancy back to that belt again.” Alex continued, “Since Cleo Phillips there has been no decent champion. You can argue for Alexis if you wish, but someone of her talent level should have been able to hold onto it longer. It makes you wonder sometimes. Doesn’t matter though, because I will be the one to make it mean something again.”
He smiles another callous smile, leaning forward slightly.
“Darkness will fall upon PWS and the final image as the curtains close on Destiny, will be my Dark Sister Alexandra and myself standing tall with our championships, our victims left mauled, bloody and broken.” Alex says grimly, “Then there will be no heroes left, and any new ones will be too scared to step up. It’s time Jack Russow learn that I am……..Righteous In Wrath.
The scene lingers on Alex’s cold menacing stare, before slowly fading to black.
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Post by Jack Russow on May 22, 2023 22:36:32 GMT -5
(It is the absolute dead of night in the Russow-O’Connell household…the clock strikes midnight turning the 27th…into the 28th. Today they would be making their way to the hospital to greet the wee baby Rory when they wake up…
…until…)
“Ummm…Mo Chroi? THUNDERCATS ARE GO!!!!!”
(Jack Russow suddenly darts straight up in bed, he’s not wearing an eye mask but you’d think he was because little Paddy is stretched across his face and head like a starfish as Jack gently sets him down and pops into sentry mode.)
Jack Russow: Oh my God! Are you sure!?
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: Have I ever been UNsure, Jack!?
Jack Russow: oooOOOOOHHHH SHIT!!!
(Jack suddenly turns and seemingly forgets he sleeps with the door closed as he runs square through that wooden sumbitch making an IMMENSE crashing sound. Mattie Cormier steps out of the spare room, squinting through one eye and summoning Jack over with one finger. Jack keeps his guard up but approaches.)
Mattie Cormier; Coffee. Diaper Bags. Car Seats. Overnight bag. Baby bag. Extra pillow for the lady, GO!
Jack Russow: ONNIT!
(Jack takes off absolutely darting around the house grabbing everything he probably wouldn’t ever need to deliver a baby as Alanah gingerly sits up in bed and gets helped up by Mattie.)
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: My water broke Matts.
Mattie Cormier: Don’tchu worry Chica, we got this covered!
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: Something’s wrong? Jack’s being a whirling dervish.
Mattie Cormier: It’s just nerves, mija!
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: …why aren’t the twins crying.
(The scene slowly pans over and we see Mack McKane…still in his spiked leather trenchcoat and his demonic looking mask…both babies…cooing like angels in his arms.
Mack McKane: …well they was fussin’, innit?
(Mattie looks at him like the sun shines out of his eyes and Alanah beams in cute overload looking at the two of them as Jack powerslides into the room thwacking into the wall.)
Jack Russow: HO-KAY!...okay…I think I got it all!
Mattie Cormier: Jack.
Jack Russow: Both car seats, EXTRA car seat for when we come home, overnight bag, diaper bags, make-up bag, newborn bag-
Mattie Cormier: JACK!
Jack Russow: WHAT!? WHAT DID I FORGET!?
Mattie, Mack, & Alanah at the same time: CAR!!!!
Jack Russow: OH SHIT, RIGHT! WE GOTTA GO!
(Mattie holds the door open for everyone as they all pile into the ever so stylish Subaru Outback that Jack was now Dad mode and soon they’re off to the hospital!)
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
(Alanah screams one more time as Jack lets her absolutely crush his hand when she finally relaxes hearing the baby cry…they hold him up for her to see him…)
Doctor: Congratulations kids, you’ve got a beautiful baby boy. Funny that he decided he was tired of waiting for us.
Nurse: What’s his name?
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: Rory…Rory Lachlan Russow
(Jack’s eyes are just locked on Rory’s little face…he awes as the baby yawns.)
Jack Russow: Little Rory…my little Centurion…the boy who waited.
(They take him away and clean Alanah up and get her moved into her room…and a short time later, they come wheeling baby Rory back in, all cleaned up and sleeping soundly. They put him in Alanah’s arms and she starts to weep immediately and nuzzle his chubby little cheeks. She turns and looks at Jack with tears in her eyes.)
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: He’s here Jack…oh just LOOK at him! Look, look, look! Aww BIG yawn!
(Jack is absolutely fighting back tears of joy and preciousness watching the love of his life play with their newborn. She eventually holds little Rory out to him…)
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: You’re a Daddy again, Jack! Say hi to your son!
(Jack, with every fear in the world, reaches out his hands and tries to remember how to hold a newborn as he looks at Rory with tears in his eyes as we see a blinding flash and Jack looks up to see his father with an old school Polaroid to announce their arrival.)
Jack Russow: Umm…hey ‘lanah? I was…I was gonna ask somethin’.
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: What’s that, my love?
Jack Russow: Well we’ll obviously wanna do an announcement picture that he’s here right?
Alanah O’Connell-Russow: Of course! Why!
(Jack whispers something in her ear and she giggles and nods her head)
*FLASH*
(A picture floats onto the screen of the new wee baby Rory…sleeping on top of the PWS: Apex United Championship with the caption “WE START ‘EM YOUNG!” under it)
Jack Russow: PERFECT!
(Scene Shifts)
(Jack Russow has arrived at the arena and he’s used to usually getting cold shoulders but today’s particular brand of vitriol seemed just ever so potent. Jack shakes it off his shoulders and starts to the locker room. Once he gets there he sees that there’s a big red X spray painted on the door. Jack takes the handle and opens the door to see the locker room trashed, yet Mack McKane has still found a way to make himself comfy.)
Jack Russow: What the ever fucking Hell is their problem?
Mack McKane: Jealousy, bruv. But it’s a bit warranted.
Jack Russow: …wait, you think they had a POINT doing this?
Mack McKane: Why th’fuck not? You dissed the entire locker room whether you realize it or not.
Jack Russow: …by taking a picture of my BABY on the title?
Mack McKane: What? No, that were adorable. No this is about the fact we’re going into Destiny, right? PWS: Apex’s biggest show of the year, ALL of the titles are absolutely front and center, it is the war…to end all wars. But you…you got Alexander Lyons, admittedly a bum draw…kid actually proclaimed he didn’t wanna face you.
…and you didn’t do Jack SHIT about it.
Jack Russow: …whattyou mean?
Mack McKane: You swore when you won that belt that you were gonna do everything in your power to make IT…*THE* belt in PWS. Now, if your competitor don’t want the match? GO find one that DOES. Because if there’s anybody in that fookin’ locker room that you can’t look at and know INSTANTLY you own them, you should be chasing the bigger challenges you don’t have a fuckin’ clue if you can beat or not! But you don’t just let a story on the prime time of the biggest show of the year fizzle out to the point where this is just “a title match” now. D’you even know what’s goin’ on you fookin’ grape?
Jack Russow: Something about ANTITHESIS wanting to control all the championships in PWS?
Mack McKane: Huh…my God…and why EVER would that be an issue for YOU, Prince Charming?
Jack Russow: Oh well cause I…oh…I’m the United Champion…right.
Mack McKane: And the fact these skeevy little grease monkeys are getting even as CLOSE to touching those titles I brought honor to makes me…just…
(Mack flexes his hand and massages it, zoning out into space as Jack snaps fingers in front of him and he comes back to normal.)
Mack McKane: Bruv, on a serious note…you know what holding this title means now.
Jack Russow: Yeah uh…I know.
Mack McKane: It HAS to be you…that memory is now YOURS to live up to.
Jack Russow: No fuckin’ pressure though, huh?
Mack McKane: Nah…*smacks Jack across the shoulder* just time to be a poacher, is all! Want me to call Meg for the interview?
Jack Russow: …naw…Imma kick it old school.
(Mack looks confused as Jack walks off towards gorilla as his new intro plays and “New Believers” by The Bouncing Souls hits and Jack comes bouncing out to a raucous ovation! He bounces down the ramp slapping hands with everyone with his free hand, his United title slung over the other shoulder. He slides into the ring and gets a microphone and he starts pacing around the ring at a frantic pace.)
Jack Russow: PWS:Apex WHAT TH’FUCK IS UP!?!?
(He gets a massive ovation as they start a “WELCOME BACK!” chant. Jack cracks his trademark grin as he adjusts the belt on his shoulder.)
Jack Russow: See a lot of people…have been running their mouth both in this ring, in the back office, in the locker room, Hell even in Parts Unknown they’re coming outta the woodwork at me, JACK! JACK! WHY…haven’t we seen you much before this BIG DEFENSE! Well…I’ll tell you.
(The Jumbotron kicks over to show the picture Jack took of Rory laying on the United Championship.)
Jack Russow: I was becomin’ a Daddy again! And Alexander Lyons didn’t wanna face me anyway so, I don’t know WHY you’re making him go through with this. Because you don’t ride a high like I’m riding right now and come into this battle prepared to lose. I don’t get your angle man…you’re singing fuckin’ The Lion Sleeps Tonight at me…you cream your pants everytime someone SAYS the word “lion” like “OOH! OOH! THAT’S MINE!” just SHUT IT. You are no Mufasa, you’re a scar, and I hang out with hyenas little boy. See I want you to hear me…very…VERY carefully when I say this.
(Jack clears his throat and leans on the ropes finding the hard cam.)
Jack Russow: ANTITHESIS wants every championship in PWS. Are they good enough to do it? Certainly. WILL they do it? Not at all. Why? Sparkle, sparkle bitch…what’s on my shoulder? And you wanna send…ALEXANDER Lyons? I’m not much of a hunter but I’m about to poach this Simba-suckin’ psycho! My head is not in the right place right now, I’m a little shaken, I’ve caught SO MUCH SHIT for “not building a story” but let’s make one OTHER thing absolutely transparent…
I.
*AM*
THE *STORY*!!!
Jack Russow: I don’t NEED to tell you a story with Alexander Lyons, he’s too much of a paste-eating, window-licker that I don’t think the point would register with his dense, wannabe R.L Stine talkin’ ass even if I beat it into him with a cattle brand. I don’t NEED to tell you an epic tale of Odysseus proportions where Alexander Lyons is an honest to God bloody Gryphon because you already know the END when I chop his HEAD OFF. So what? What story do you want from me? I’m not HERE to tell you a story! I’m HERE…to be the BEST FUCKING CHAMPION…IN THIS GAME RIGHT NOW. WHAT STORY!? HERE’S YOUR FUCKING STORY!!!
(Jack slams the title on the top rope, digs under the ring, and pulls out a broom with a brick made out of Legos covering the brush part of it.)
Jack Russow: Alexander Lyons cried out for a champion and instead he found…A GOD!? What’d you want? You wanted the CD title?? I can get just as crazy as anyone. You want pure rules? I’ll wrestle fucking RINGS around your piteous ass. You fucked up and should have ordered the double side order of DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. A. NEWBORN. FATHER.
…I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS…YOUR LIFE MEANS NOTHING TO ME…
(Jack swings the broom and the Legos absolutely smash all over the turnbuckle as Jack bends down and picks a handful of them up, pops them in his mouth, and proceeds to SLUG himself in his own cheek as the bloody Legos come spitting out and Jack’s now crimson venom slinging at the fading camera)
Jack Russow: YOU GO TELL HIM…YOU TELL THAT FUCKIN’ LYON IT’S TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP…YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF “PRIDE”! IMMA KILL YOU SON! MERC’D OUT! ON SIGHT! GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY DIVISION! IT’S RUSSOW, BABY! BEND THE FUCKIN’ KNEE!
(We fade to commercial with Jack still screaming obscenities.)
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