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Elisha · **05-12-2013, 05:15 AM**

Wallace. Witasick. I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. I've spent the majority of my adult life getting to know you through men just like you. Men like you like to start wars with no intention of ever getting touched. Men like me make a living off ending those wars. Men like me make a living off getting to men like you. You are not above reproach, Wallace. You can be touched. I tried to play gentle with you even though it is against my nature and my better judgement. That's all gone now. There's a storm coming, and I can fell it in my bones. Can you, Wallace? I want you to remember that you fired the first shot here. You fired that shot on Wednesday, and on next Wednesday...Next Wednesday I'm dropping the bomb. Next Wednesday, I'm opening the envelope. Then we find out just what kind of man you are, Wallace. Are you the type of man that accepts responsibility for his actions, or are you like my old man? Are you the type of man that acts like there are no consequences and finds yourself dead?

There's a few things that amuse me about this situation we find ourselves in, Wallace. The first is that you actually thought that my income came from you. The second is that you now think I'm actually going to fight Sebastian Duke on Wednesday. It's true that Duke has a bounty on his head. We all know this. That's an issue for another time, however. That issue will be resolved on MY time. I do not work for free, Wallace. I am not commanded. I am requested. I know you were clever in booking this match. You thought you'd watch as the Almighty Sebastian Duke and the Devious Eric Rex destroyed each other. Hell, maybe you thought you were feeding me to the Big Dog. What you failed to realize, Wallace, is that I am no steak.

I am the maw.

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*We join Sal Valencia in his new office at Academi Law Firm. He's on the phone and we can see another's shoulder slightly in view.*

Sal: Jason, I...Yeah, I know...It's been rough...I've seen the matches...Breathe, buddy...Sorry about the choke...He's screwing with us too...Look, look, kid. I gotta' go. Somebody's in my office.

*CLICK*

*Sal turns to face the man as the camera pulls out, revealing a very large man with a mohawk sitting in front of his desk. It's "The Red Cyclone" Victor Gobalsky.*

Sal: Christ. Kid's all muscles, no brains. Sorry. Hey. Name's Sal. Sal Valencia: Attorney at Law. Mr...Gobalsky, was it?

VG: Yes.

Sal: I suppose you're here about what Mr. Rex discussed with you?

VG: Yes.

Sal: Ok. Well, I have the papers you'll need to sign right here. Just a bunch of HR stuff and to make sure your taxes get squared away. We're actually hiring you on as a customer service specialist. You'll be paid $20,000 a year, plus a free meal every now and then. So...I just need you to sign here, here, and here.

*Sal slides the papers across the desk. Each of his fingers, even the thumb, have rings. It smells like truck-stop cologne in here. Gobalsky's shoulders slump. He'll remember this at night with a stream of slime across the table where the papers originated from. The only reason he's here is due to Eric Rex manipulating him. Showing him that it would be a good thing to do for the homeless children in his homeland of Russia. He signs.*

Sal: It's a pleasure doing business with you! Welcome to The Academi!

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