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JACK · **12-02-2014, 09:36 PM**

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Tomorrow is the day we square off against one another, Iris.

It will also be the day that everyone will judge you based on what happens, depending if you win or lose.

It's strange how the world and it's inhabitants works, isn't it?

To you, it might not matter, since all that many wrestling competitors mainly care about getting paid and giving the crowd a show worth remembering.

Will your career lead up to success and corruption, making you yet another target on our agenda?

Will it lead to failure and disappointment, crushing any and all aspirations you had for yourself?

Or will you fight against the stereotypes, making you a truly unique competitor?

We'll find out on Wednesday, but it'll take a lot longer for you to reveal your true colors.

Whatever happens, remember that we'll always keep watch of you, waiting for the moment you fuck up.

See you in the ring.

We fade in on a man in khaki pants and a light blue polo shirt getting ready to serve dinner for his guests that haven't shown up yet. He seems really excited to serve whatever's cooking in the oven, which we assume is a whole chicken. There's about five plates on the table with two baskets of bread rolls in the center of the table. He sets down the forks and knives to the right of the plates, as is custom for most dinner dates. The doorbell rings while he's pulling the well cooked bird out of the oven. He clearly didn't expect them to arrive so soon, as the surprised look on his face shows. He sets it down next to the oven alongside his oven mitts to answer the door. Kevin is on the other side of the door, holding a basket of champagne for him to serve.

???: Oh, hey there, Kevin! I wasn't expecting you to arrive so quickly!

Kevin lets out an uneasy smile at the man's presence. He hands over the basket of champagne to him.

Kevin: Well, Garry, I just wanted to make a good impression for your boss and his wife. The champagne is from my mom. She's sorry she can't make it.

Garry: Tell her not to worry about it, alright? There's always next time, you know?

He pats Kevin on the shoulder, who laughs softly and looks over to his side.

Kevin: Yeah, next time...

There's a bit of a pause. Garry places the bottle on a nearby stool and steps back inside the house.

Garry: Well, I don't want you to catch a cold. Come on in and make yourself at home! My boss should be here any minute now.

Kevin nods politely and steps inside the rather small house. He notices that everything, including the kitchen he just cooked in, is as white as snow, no messes anywhere in the building. Garry is heard humming as he pulls out the wine glasses from the shelves. He carefully inspects each and every single glass for stains. If they don't have stains, they're placed on the table to the plate's top right. If they do, they're placed on his left, possibly to be washed once more in the sink. Out of five wine glasses that were to be used for the dinner party, only four of them were put on the table. Annoyed, Garry walks out of the room with the stained wine glass in hand without speaking a word to Kevin, who looks on with confusion and slight worry. Kevin had been tipped by the bandaged man that he had child slave labor inside his house. If the rumors were true, then he had to act fast, or else there'd be major consequences for the kids involved.

Garry: What the fuck is this!? I told you to scrub out all of the stains on this glass! Which one of you dumbasses was in charge of the glasses?

No response.

Garry: Don't you fuckers dare give me the silent treatment! I asked you a question, and I expect an answer!

Once again, no response. Garry lets out an audible sigh and grabs something off of the wall. Frightened cries of children can be heard from the room. Kevin, sensing his cue, walks into the kitchen to grab anything heavy enough or sharp enough to use on Garry.

Garry: Oh don't act like you didn't see this coming. You know this is what you get when you don't give me an answer!

A really loud thwack of a wooden paddle can be heard in the room, causing the children to cry out even more. Another thwack can be heard, silencing one of the kids. Another thwack. And another. And another. Kevin is visibly shaking as he hears the continuous thwacks in the washroom. He can't keep himself calm enough to grab anything to use an appropriate weapon. He picks up the nearest thing he can get his hands on and rushes into the washroom. Garry is in the middle of bringing his wooden paddle down on a child's head when Kevin points the weapon at Garry.

Kevin: Stop it, Garry! I won't be afraid to use this against you if you keep going!

Garry looks at him incredulously while chuckling at what he's wielding.

Garry: You're going to hurt me with an empty water bottle?

Kevin looks at the bottle in his hand and drops it, realizing just how fucked he is in this situation. Garry wastes no time hitting him over the head with the paddle in his hand, knocking him flat on his ass. Kevin tries to crawl away from him to the best of his ability, but not only is Garry walking towards him without a problem, his crawling speed is far slower than Garry's walking speed. Kevin bumps into a wall, making Garry smile with glee at how easily it'll be to beat the ever loving shit out of him. He grabs Kevin by the shirt collar and pulls him closer to his face.

Garry: Mommy can't always protect you, son.

Kevin spits in Garry's face, making him throw the teen back against the wall. Garry gets ready to smack Kevin in the face with his paddle to knock him out. It would've worked if it weren't for a sudden knife being thrown at his head, killing him instantly. Garry drops like a ragdoll in front of Kevin, who flinches as a result. He seems confused with what's going on, but he's still disoriented from getting thrown against a wall along with the earlier paddle shot to the head, so he's probably just watching the birds fly over his head.

Jack: Get the kids, we'll worry about the teenager later.

Four separate bandaged men rush inside the building to rescue the orphaned children. Kevin watches them rush inside the washroom as his eyes start to close and his vision blurs. The camera starts to have the same effect as the scene starts to fade to black. One bandaged man stands over him as he picks the knocked out teen up.

Jack: We'll always be watching you, and you will never leave our sights.

With that, the scene fades to black.

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