Quote:The bell rings, and Madison stands tall center ring. She pumps her fist victoriously as the usually hostile crowd goes absolutely nuts for her.
As the camera follows Dyson raising her belt triumphantly… Flynn stews front row, stomping his popcorn bucket, kernels spitting onto his seat neighbors…
Suddenly, shadows loom above…
Flynn glances up… at two security staff, Anarchy logos on their polos.
Holding up a print-out sporting Flynn’s face
‘NOT ALLOWED ON ANARCHY’
…
Flynn clears his throat.
And raises his popcorn bucket.
”Y’all do refills?”
WHAM! Flynn slides across the parking lot asphalt… As security slam the gate behind him!
”RazzafrazzaAnarchy…RazzaFrazzaSterling…” Flynn grumbles, as he thrusts himself back upright, wiping debris/gravel off his tights.
”I am THE Greatest-of ALL-TIME! Anarchy should BEG for my goddamned FACE on their POSTERS! They should PRAY I take their WORTHLESS BEL-”
Wham! Flynn’s plastic popcorn bucket whaps against his skull, scattering kernels onto the ground…
Flynn rubs his new buttery forehead indent, as his eyes catch… A note at the bucket’s bottom.
Quote:”MEET AT MCDONALD’S BETWEEN THE BOWLING-ALLEY-SLASH-STRIP-CLUB AND THE LASER-TAG-SLASH-STRIPCLUB.”
…
Flynn exhales, eyeing this note.
“...Guess I’ll… plug that into Google Maps…”
Flynn rests his shoulder against the Golden Arches’s exterior… Checking his wristwatch…
”So! You’ve arrived!”
Above Flynn, a voice booms! Three shadowy figures loom overhead from atop the McDonald’s roof!
Flynn sneers, spinning upwards.
”Arrived?!? I’ve been here for FIFTEEN MINUTES! Where’ve YOU been?”
”SILENCE! We were watching! Waiting! Evaluating your eve-”
”We were filming his promo in the bathroom.”
”We lost good footage… This old dude needed to drop a Durango-sized Deuce!”
”STUDENTS! RULE 74! Do NOT speak until you’ve been introduced!”
…
”Now.”
“INTRODUCING STUDENTS OF GRAVY!”
“PETER PARKOR!”
”...A child-in-pajamas.” Flynn purses his lips.
“Neat.”
Flynn’s tone betrays that he finds Parkor NOT neat.
”You don’t actually think he’s neat, huh?!? Show ‘im, Peter!”
Peter steps backwards… And leaps off the roof, toward the McDonald’s logo…
…Though it appears he might’ve slipped on his takeoff step…
His hands extend… But his face smacks against the Arches!
Aaaaaaaaand, he lands in the dumpster… Its lid collapses shut, entrapping the human spider.
…
”So, he did that to show off his… healing factor? He’ll re-grow his L4 vertebrae now?”
…
”NEXT! We hav-”
”Oh, that WAS what he can do?”
”SHUDDUP! NEXT! We have MISS FURRY!”
”Ahhhh, Miss Fury?” …Flynn’s lips curve, genuinely impressed.
“Former B.o.B. Ringleader? bWo Mastermind? Not bad!”
…
”Uh… No, FURRY. Miss FURRY.”
“Miss Furry”’s head emerges from the shadows.
”...Ah. She’s… bearded.”
…Flynn scratches his head.
”I mean, could be worse! She could be Miss FURRY…” Flynn chuckles at this notion...
”Like, she dresses up like an anthropomorphic cartoon animal! With sex holes ‘n all! Haha, Bullet dodged there right!”
…Miss Fury tries to step forward… But a hand blocks her advance.
”HAHAHA, RIGHT? THAT’D BE DUMB. HAHAHAHAHA.”
…
”*ahem*Miss Furry, could you go change into your REAL *meeting-Flynn* costume?”
”I’m *in* my costume… I’m a kitty cat…”
”NO YOU’RE NOT! GO CHANGE!”
Gravy shoves Miss Furry… Straight off the McDonalds roof and THROUGH the lid of the dumpster.
”I mean, your students are… Still better than the Misfits.”
”You haven’t seen… GRAVY’S GREATEST STUDENT!”
From the rooftop, a figure grasps the gutter and slides to the alley!
”MICHEAL GRAVES HIMSE…er, MYSELF! I TAUGHT ME EVERYTHING I KNOW!”
…Gravy looks right!
”SHOW ‘IM, GRAVES! DROP ‘N GIMME FIFTY!”
Gravy looks left!
”YES, SENSEI!”
Gravy drops into push-up position…
His arms… shaaaaaaaaaake… His back shivers…
…
HE DIPS!
…
And collapses on the asphalt, breathing exhaustedly after doing one push-up…
…
On his knees, too. One
girl-push-up.
His back’s drenched in sweat like he just completed a Tour-De-France.
…
”Alright, Mieky. I’m going home now.”
”W-w-wait!” Gravy springs off the ground.
”Become my student!”
”...You want ME to be YOUR student?”
Graves retrieves from behind his back… Two McDonald’s cups!
”Thad! That BASTARD! Killed my student, Pussyfoot Pete!”
Gravy shakes the left cup!
”THIS was al-…”
…
Gravy shakes again… Sounds like ice and liquid.
”Nope, that’s Fanta…”
Gravy shakes the right cup.
”THIS was all left of Pete! Can you imagine? Watching someone explode into bits before your eyes? CAN YA, MARK?!?”
…
Mark testily stares at the man who exploded an eight-year-old terminally-ill child to bits before his eyes.
”Somehow? I *can* imagine it.”
”SO! Aid me in avenging Pete! Soak in the Gravy…’s wisdom and knowledge!”
…
”Graves, you think an O’Connor Roll is something you order at an Irish steakhouse. What would *I* gain from your… tutelage?”
”You wanna get on Anarchy, right?”
”...Entirely outta spite, but, yes.”
”My students are contracted Anarchy stars!”
…
”BullSHIT!”
Graves sets down his cups… Before retrieving three documents from his back pocket…
ANARCHY CONTRACTS!
”I have printer access, too! I can get you an Anarchy contract like THAT!” Gravy snaps.
…Flynn eyes Gravy, with disgust and suspicion…
”…Pass.” Flynn turns, exiting…
…Gravy’s salesman-smile shifts into furious rage! He spins ‘round…
”Dont believe in me, huh? Think you’re better than me…?”
Graves reaches backwards… For his hidden Anarchy Title shot…
”I’ll show you, I’ll show y-“
”Whatcha got there?”
Graves spins back!
Flynn’s crept up nose-to-nose with the Dark Warrior!
Gravy covers his pocket…
”…Nothin’.”
…
”Right. Nothin’. Well, take care, Gr-WHOOPS!”
Flynn’s foot ‘slips’… kicking Gravy’s cups into the air! ASHES AND FANTA EVERYWHERE! BLINDING DUST!
”NOOOOOOOO! PERRY!… Er, PETE!”
Graves feels a hand on his chest…
”Whoops, Butterfingers!”
A palm on his ass…
”Here, hold this… I’ll scoop Pete!”
A cup shoved in his hands…
The dust settles…
Gravy’s vision clears...
He sees…
His "Pussyfoot" Ash-cup.
And Mark Flynn.
Grinning ear-to-ear.
”Y’know, Gravy?”
Flynn extends his hand.
”What-the-Hey! Sure... I’ll be your student.”
…
Gravy grins wildly!
Grasping Flynn’s hand!
”YES! First Lesson! NO DOUBLE-CROSSES!!”
”Hey! You too, right? Fellow Gravy student?”
”…Of coooourse.”
Both smile, shaking hands…
With fingers crossed behind their backs.
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