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Stevie Tyler · **08-02-2013, 02:16 PM**

STEVIE’S GONNA’ DIE

"Welcome. It is a...privilege to be here with you all again," a man in an expensive suit said, addressing a fathering of 6 in front of him. He was standing in front a giant screen that was blacked out except for an white owl gripping a sword inside a circle. The six people in front of him are sitting in stadium seats. There are only the 6 seats, however.

"It's been some time since we've met, so I think introductions are in order. I, as most of you know, am Christopher Thalmond of the United States." Christopher had an average build, though his shoulders seemed fairly broad. He was a white man, approximately 35, with a blonde crewcut.

"Lorne Boatwritght of England." Elderly caucasian with messy, gray hair, fluffy mustache, and thick glasses. He slumped in his chair and his suit was bunched up.

"Fukuda Kenta. Japan." A very fat man. Completely bald, with a deep scar on his lips. He has gawdy rings on each of his fingers.

"Olga Petrov from Russia." A petite, redheaded woman. Very pale. Her hair is pulled back so tight it almost looks like her skin is trying to pull itself from her eyes.

"Amintore Buscaglione. Here on behalf of The Vatican." The only member of the group not wearing a suit. Amintore is wearing the traditional red cardinal uniform from The Vatican.

"Lenny Johnson. God's America." He's a southerner. Older. Maybe mid-50's. White hair stuffed under a cowboy hat, and one of those stupid western ties to finish off his suit.

"Sadoon Jalali from Saudi Arabia." Thick beard, very nice suit, topped with the traditional turban and a slick pair of glasses.

"Thank you all for being with me today," says Christopher. “As you know, The Order of the Owl which you've all been selected into has spent centuries ensuring that certain events in history take place to not only our financial benefit, but also to be certain that once the end comes...We will be in control. We were there posing as Jews to influence the Romans to crucify Jesus. We were manipulating both sides leading up to-and-during The Crusades. We sparked The United States Revolution and Civil War. We assassinated Franz Ferdinand to set off World War I and were Adolf Hitler's, as well as John F. Kennedy's true killers. Not a single major event in our world's history goes unchecked by The Order of the Owl. Up until now, we have been more than successful in our mission. As you know, however, The Order of the Owl does not meet in person as one unit unless it is of the utmost importance.”

Christopher pulls a small remote from his pocket and clicks a button. The symbol of the owl holding a sword is replaced by Stevie Tyler with the dumbest grin ever across his face.
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“Mr. Buscaglione, the floor is yours, sir.” The cardinal from The Vatican backs away from his seat and walks down with the aid of a cane. Christopher hands him the remote.

“The man you are looking at is the single greatest threat in the history of The Order.”

“Heh. Don’t look like much of a threat to me,” said Lenny Johnson. Christopher calmly pulled a pistol from his jacket pocket and shot him in the back of the head. No one flinched.

“I will remind you all that The Order does not meet concerning trivial matters. My sincerest apologies for the interruption. As you were saying, Mr. Buscaglione,” Christopher said as he slid the gun back into his pocket.

“Yes, well…His name is Steven Nicholas Tyler. Inside him dwells at least one demon. The particular entity he houses is known as Baal’Nezz Golgari. Baal’Nezz Golgari isn’t a particularly fearsome being. He’s mostly harmless, really. Under normal circumstances, that is.” Buscaglione clicks to the next scene which is Stevie Tyler standing in the ring facing Eli James IV with his X-Treme Title in his hands.

“The problem that we are running into is his growing fame. People are starting to take notice…as are the heavenly bodies. I wouldn’t think I’d have to explain what this means, but there are some of you who are new here. No offense intended, Ms. Petrov.” He nods in the Russian’s direction.

“None taken,” she says like a villain from Rocky IV. “I understand your need to tell the tale, but I believe I understand quite well what could happen. With his stature, people aren’t the only beings taking notice. The Host has seen him as well, and The Fallen sees Baal’Nezz Golgari as a failure and a traitor. It is possible that both sides could meet, hunting for Golgari, and instead demolish one another bringing on an end to the world we know it. This would, of course, make all that The Order of the Owl has ever worked for to have been done in vain. Is that correct?”

“Quite,” Christopher said dryly. The Italian reclaimed his seat, setting the remote on a podium on the way.

“So the plan is to get to the child first?” asked Kenta.

“Indeed. We each have our hands in different aspects of world culture. Each of us has a way to get to him, and we must. We must stop this menace and stop it soon. The end of the world should come, but only when we say.”

“Do we have his itinerary for the next week?” Lorne inquired.

“We would not be here without it, Mr. Boatwright.” He clicks the button again, and the screen flashes to Stevie’s full schedule.

He has a meet-and-greet scheduled for XWF fans tonight, a wrestling match on Saturday and another on Wednesday. It looks as if he also has a few shifts to complete at Wal-Mart.”

“I’ll take care of him tonight,” said Lorne.

“We can all hope you are successful, Mr. Boatwright. You all know what to do. There will be no further contact unless it concerns either success or failure. Understood?”

The entire room, minus Lenny, obviously, answers in the affirmative.

“Ok, then. Let’s do what needs to be done. Kill Steven Nicholas Tyler.”

They all bow their heads and recite an incantation.

“In the end of days/All heads shall bow/Before our might/The Order of the Owl.”

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