Brad and Spreutels are stretching as they look around the area, making sure there are no people.
Brad- Hey, you want to take the streets?
Spreutels- No. I say we continue in the woods. I don't want to take any chances. Plus, look at him, he can't walk. If we're in the woods, we have a better chance.
John Cena- A better chance at what? Surviving? Ha. We're screwed.
Brad angrily marches over to John Cena and angrily looks down at him.
Brad- I'm tired of your negativity! We risked our lives to escape that place and we took you with us. Not to die or whine about dying, we did it to survive. We're surviving. So enough with your bullshit. We're taking the woods.
Spreutels- Alright, let's go. Let's get him up.
Spreutels bends over and helps Brad lift John Cena up. They carry him on their shoulders and begin heading into the woods. They walk straight, but at times, they have to maneuver their way around and under branches.
Spreutels- You're a heavy dude. This carrying you thing is getting tiring.
Zing.
John Cena- Listen, I never asked for this. You should've just left me there with the rest of them. You two could've gotten away.
Brad- We're not like that. We're soldiers. We became soldiers to help and serve our people. I speak for myself on this one, but I did not become a soldier to shoot innocent people. A lot of men become soldiers, excited to pull the trigger for the first time and aim it at a human being with the same blood and bones as us, but a different belief and a different flag. To me, humans are humans. When they're innocent, they're innocent.
Spreutels- And when they're going to kill you, you kill them first. I never believed in killing the innocent, either, but I always believed in one thing. If you got a gun on you and you're thinking about me killing me with it, my responsibility is to make that your last thought.
Brad- Exactly.
John Cena- You guys are something else.
Brad- Yeah and aint it in a shame that we don't and will never get looked at as heroes, again.
Spreutels- Yeah. Kids watch you on TV and you become their hero. We go out there and kids don't see us. They don't see us, because they can't see what we really go through. They can't see why we think the way we think.
John Cena- Kids don't know. If I'm their hero and you guys are my hero, then that makes you a heroes hero.
Tree branches begin moving and the three of them stop. They begin looking around, still holding John Cena up on their arms. Their eyes flurry around the wooded area. All of a sudden, a smiling black man comes from the woods, smiling. He wears a white shirt with a white du-rag on his head. He wears black jeans and black sneakers. His smile is a crystal clean white. It is Franchise. Behind him, comes another dark woman and she has short, blonde hair and is wearing bright, pink lipstick. She is in a white tank top and black, leather pants. She has a gun in her hand.
Brad, Spreutels and John Cena just look at them two. Brad and Spreutels go to drop John Cena, but Franchise pulls his gun out and points it directly at them. His smile gets wider as he looks over at the three men who do not move.
Franchise- Be easy.
Franchise waits a few seconds as he moves his gun, slowly, from side to side. Making sure he points it at each one of the three at least once. He then lowers the gun with the grin still on his face.
Franchise- Good. Now, a gentlemen would introduce himself, but a gentlemen only acts like a gentlemen when he is treated like one. Now normally I am a gentlemen, but ya'll made me pull my gun out. I pull my gun out a lot when I feel threatened.
Spreutels- Listen, we don't want no problem. Our friend over here has been shot in the foot and he can't stand on it. We need to take him to the hospital.
Franchise- I know your friend, but you can save me that sob story. I also know you two motherfuckers and that's my problem!
The smile has disappeared from the face of Franchise. Franchise has a very serious look on his face. The girl next to him keeps her gun pointed straight at them.
Franchise- I know that you two motherfuckers are soldiers and I know that soldiers were out in my motherfucking streets shooting my motherfucking people!
Brad- WHOA! We're not soldiers!
Franchise laughs.
Franchise- Now to top it all off, I got a soldier lying to me!
Spreutels- He's not lying! We're not-
Franchise- SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!
The anger is raging out of Franchise as he angrily looks over at them.
Franchise- Now I'm going to countdown from 5 and when I say zero, my girl, Iron over here is going to pull that trigger and put you motherfuckers 6 feet underground. If you try and run, well....
Franchise whistles.
Noise is heard through the woods and a bunch of black people come from the woods with their guns raised. Men and women. Fat and diesel. They surround the wooded area. Spreutels, Brad and Cena look around, knowing that the end is near. Franchise smiles.
Franchise- Those are The Pitbulls. We wear white, because we aint hiding from nobody. We wear white because we want to be seen. Now, it's time to start your countdown, aint that right, Iron?
Iron- Damn right.
Franchise- Five. Four. Three. Two.
John Cena- They're not soldiers!
Franchise stops his countdown and looks over at John Cena.
Franchise- One.
John Cena- They saved me from the airport! They saved me from the soldiers! The airport is filled with soldiers! They're still ALIVE!
Franchise looks into the eyes of John Cena.
Franchise- They're alive?
John Cena- Yes and they have hostages. Wrestlers like me. Wrestlers from the WWE. They shot me in my foot and these two guys got me out of there. They risked their life for me. They're not soldiers!
Franchise- Oh word? Where's their clothes at?
Brad- We took them off. We.... uh.... we had to.
Franchise- Had to?
Spreutels- You wear white to be seen. We wear nothing so we can get away. We had to take our clothes off to be able to move. We are carrying a huge man with us who is not capable of walking on his own. We do it so we can escape tight situations.
Franchise- Escape tight situations? Whatchu mean, like this one?
Franchise points around at his people as they laugh. Franchise smiles as he looks back at them.
Iron- Just lemme know when you're ready, Franchise. Just say zero, boy and I'll get rid of these motherfuckers.
Franchise- Nah, wait. Let's wait for the queen and that jerk off to come back and then we'll take care of this situation.
Iron- Fuck her.
Franchise turns around and smacks Iron across the face. She angrily looks up at him as Franchise angrily looks back at her.
Franchise- Don't I ever hear you saying anything about her, again!
Iron- Wutchu gunna do? Hit me? Smack me across my face, again?
Franchise- Nah, better, I'll tell her what you said.
Franchise smiles at Iron. She licks her pink lipstick, in disgust.
Iron- Fuck that bitch.
BANG!
In one movement, Franchise lifts his gun up and shoots Iron right in the face. She collapses onto her back, blood splattering everywhere. Her short, blonde hair covered in blood. Her eyes lay wide open as the bullet hole is directly in the middle of the forehead. Franchise stands over.
Spreutels- We're fucked.
Brad, Spreutels and John Cena are shown sitting on the grass. Guns surround them as The Pitbulls point them. Franchise looks down at the dead body of Iron, silently. He then turns around with a very serious look on his face.
Franchise- Every leader has his own way of doing things. Shit, I just became a leader a little over 24 hours ago. Every dog dreams of their moment when they become the lion. It's a weird way of evolution where I'm from. You're either the dog, the lion or the prey. The lion is the king. That ones pretty easy and simple to describe. The duties of the lion are the duty to protect his dogs and to protect the name. Protect the territory! You feel me?
Franchise just looks over at Brad, Spreutels and John Cena who just sit there, looking down.
Franchise- The prey gets eaten up every time. They hide and they hide, but they always get caught. Whether they hide up in their homes, hide up on the mountains, disguise themselves or hide out in the woods.... *chuckle*.... they always get caught. When they get caught, they get eaten alive.
Franchise smiles.
Franchise- Those are the two most simple ways of living. Then there is the dogs. The dogs claw their way through every single day. Staying alive and doing whatever it takes to remain alive. They stay true to their lion, to their leader, as they know that is the only way to stay alive. The only way to stay away from becoming the prey. Sometimes, you got to put a dog to sleep, though. That's where it gets tricky.
Franchise turns his head to Iron and shakes his head.
Franchise- That dog couldn't keep her mouth shut.
Noise of an engine is heard through the wooded area and a jeep pulls up. Franchise smiles.
Franchise- There she is.
The drivers door opens up and out comes....
.... Jazz!
She steps out of the vehicle as the other doors open. Out the passengers seat comes The Rock! Crippler comes out the back. The three begin walking as John Cena's eyes and mouth open up.
John Cena- Ro-ro-ro-ROCK!
Rock looks over and his eyes open wide when he sees John Cena.
Rock- CENA!
Rock begins to run towards them, but Franchise jumps in front of him with the gun to his face.
Franchise- Stop right there, homeboy!
Franchise points the gun right at the face of The Rock. The Rock smiles.
Franchise- Oh, this is funny? You see that dead body a few feet from you, that shit aint funny! So why you smiling, homeboy?
Rock- In the past 24 hours, I have had guns pointed at my face, watched a man get shot to death and lost my family. You think having your punk ass, ghetto, white shirted, looking like a blind, ******ed member of the KKK jackass pointing your gun at me is going to intimidate me?
Jazz- ENOUGH!
Jazz gets in between Rock and Franchise. She looks over at Franchise.
Jazz- He saved my life. Howard tried to kill me, the two of them saved my life and they shot him.
Jazz turns around to look at Rock.
Jazz- You know him?
Rock- Yes I do. That's John Cena. We worked together.
Jazz- Worked?
Rock- Yeah, worked.
Jazz- NO! IT AINT WORKED NO MORE!
Jazz has raised her voice and she angrily walks over to the Pitbulls and begins looking at them.
Jazz- Everybody listen up! Step the fuck back and listen up!
The Pitbulls begin backing up as Franchise watches Jazz, confused.
Jazz- From this moment on, it aint worked. We aint talking about the past nomore. From this moment on, everybody who stands right here, we WORK together. We work together as one group. I see, your ass has been shot, huh?
John Cena- Uh.... yeah.
Jazz- Then we gunna get you help. How many of you motherfuckers been shot?
A bunch of The Pitbulls raise their hands. Chuckling is heard through the crowd of them.
Jazz- Good. Then ya'll motherfuckers can train this boy how to still be useful with a bullet hole in him.
John Cena- I got shot in my achilles tendon, I cant' step on it. I can't stand.
Jazz- Ray Charles couldn't see and that motherfucker made music!
Jazz begins nodding her head as she looks around at the crowd.
Jazz- We got more guns then anybody in this fucking world right now inside of that whip. From this moment on, whoever we bump into, we give them a chance to be a part of us. If they aren't with it, then we get rid of them!
Jazz turns around and looks over at Franchise, who has a sour puss look on his face.
Jazz- Franchise is our leader!
Franchise looks up at Jazz, who nods her head at him.
Jazz- He will lead us through this shit and we will run this world.
Franchise- And as your leader, I say we start with the airport!
Jazz- Airport? What airport?
Franchise- These guys are saying that their are soldiers at the airport. I want to finish those motherfuckers off. We don't take no pity from those motherfuckers.
Rock- No, we were supposed to take care of the prison first.
Franchise- Prison?! What the fuck? What prison?
Jazz- They were at a prison and they had a little scuffle with some guys there and they want their revenge.
Franchise- Yeah, well, I'm the leader and I say we start with the prison. You got a problem with that, hun?
Franchise angrily looks over at Jazz.
Jazz- No, baby.
Franchise smiles at Jazz. Rock steps forward.
Rock- I do!
Franchise blinks a few times as he looks up at The Rock.
Franchise- Like my father taught me, sometimes it's your idols that make you realize what kind of a man you are. Not the idol, but a man who grows to hate that idol.
Crippler- Alright, relax, guys. It's really not a big deal, we can-
Rock- No! You're going to get your revenge on those bastards and so am I.
Franchise- You weren't here when I shot someone in the face for not shutting her mouth. I think I need to demonstrate it for our new guests.
Jazz- Stop! We'll go to the airport. We'll go to the soldiers. Are we ready for war with United States soldiers, though? You need to seriously ask yourself that question, Franchise.
Franchise- I think we ready. Aint that right boys? Aint we ready?!
The Pitbulls begin barking around them. Franchise smiles, nodding his head.
Franchise- They sound ready.
Brad- Hey! I'm sorry to interrupt, but there is a lot of people at the airport. They got a lot of soldiers left.
Franchise- Yeah, how much? 10? 15? 25 counting your wrestling buddies?
Rock- Wrestling buddies? There's more?!! Is it Triple H, Ryback and them?
John Cena- What? No. It's Vince, Punk, Randy Or-
Franchise- Shut your mouths! You can talk later about that shit. I want you to answer my question. How many people?
Spreutels- Over 100.
Brad looks over at Spreutels as Spreutels has jumped into the conversation.
Brad- Yeah and they got over 1,000 weapons. They came prepared for this situation. It's a whole Army and they have the wrestlers as hostages.
Franchise looks over at them, trying to read them to see if they're lying.
Franchise- Over 100, huh?
Brad- Yeah. I don't know an exact number.
Franchise- For two dudes who said they're not Army boys, you sure know a lot about them.
Brad and Spreutels begin looking at each other.
Franchise- We'll go to the prison and we'll take care of those few guys, how many are there?
Crippler- Three.
Franchise- Three? Ha. We'll go eliminate those three and we'll get ourselves some more weapons and when we're done, we will go into that airport and we fill find those soldiers and I will rip each and every single one of them apart.
Jazz- Alright, I say we move now.
Franchise- Nah, wait.
Franchise stands there smiling.
Jazz- What's wrong?
Franchise- I'm trying to figure something out. You see, these three motherfuckers lied to me. I feel weird trusting them. I don't know, maybe it's just me. I want to ask you three something.
Franchise turns around and looks over at Brad, Spreutels and Cena.
Franchise- Are you loyal and trustworthy?
John Cena- Yes.
Franchise- And what about you?
Spreutels- Yeah.
Franchise- And you?
Brad- I'm very loyal and I am very trustworthy. We all were. You have to understand that we mean no harm, we rescued this innocent man from those soldiers and we will fight with you guys. We will prove our loyalty.
Franchise smiles as he looks down at Brad. He takes a few steps back.
Franchise- Lying is one of the things I hate the most in the world. I also can tell who is loyal and who is trustworthy. I can also tell who is not. I like to test people on their loyalty, make something really fucked up happen and see if they stay loyal to the lion. I think that's the best way to do it. I also know that motherfuckers who talk too much are not loyal and normally full of shit. Somebody has to pay for lying to me and two of you motherfuckers will have to prove that you are loyal to me. Peace out, motherfucker.
BANG!
End Chapter.
Brad- Hey, you want to take the streets?
Spreutels- No. I say we continue in the woods. I don't want to take any chances. Plus, look at him, he can't walk. If we're in the woods, we have a better chance.
John Cena- A better chance at what? Surviving? Ha. We're screwed.
Brad angrily marches over to John Cena and angrily looks down at him.
Brad- I'm tired of your negativity! We risked our lives to escape that place and we took you with us. Not to die or whine about dying, we did it to survive. We're surviving. So enough with your bullshit. We're taking the woods.
Spreutels- Alright, let's go. Let's get him up.
Spreutels bends over and helps Brad lift John Cena up. They carry him on their shoulders and begin heading into the woods. They walk straight, but at times, they have to maneuver their way around and under branches.
Spreutels- You're a heavy dude. This carrying you thing is getting tiring.
Zing.
John Cena- Listen, I never asked for this. You should've just left me there with the rest of them. You two could've gotten away.
Brad- We're not like that. We're soldiers. We became soldiers to help and serve our people. I speak for myself on this one, but I did not become a soldier to shoot innocent people. A lot of men become soldiers, excited to pull the trigger for the first time and aim it at a human being with the same blood and bones as us, but a different belief and a different flag. To me, humans are humans. When they're innocent, they're innocent.
Spreutels- And when they're going to kill you, you kill them first. I never believed in killing the innocent, either, but I always believed in one thing. If you got a gun on you and you're thinking about me killing me with it, my responsibility is to make that your last thought.
Brad- Exactly.
John Cena- You guys are something else.
Brad- Yeah and aint it in a shame that we don't and will never get looked at as heroes, again.
Spreutels- Yeah. Kids watch you on TV and you become their hero. We go out there and kids don't see us. They don't see us, because they can't see what we really go through. They can't see why we think the way we think.
John Cena- Kids don't know. If I'm their hero and you guys are my hero, then that makes you a heroes hero.
Tree branches begin moving and the three of them stop. They begin looking around, still holding John Cena up on their arms. Their eyes flurry around the wooded area. All of a sudden, a smiling black man comes from the woods, smiling. He wears a white shirt with a white du-rag on his head. He wears black jeans and black sneakers. His smile is a crystal clean white. It is Franchise. Behind him, comes another dark woman and she has short, blonde hair and is wearing bright, pink lipstick. She is in a white tank top and black, leather pants. She has a gun in her hand.
Brad, Spreutels and John Cena just look at them two. Brad and Spreutels go to drop John Cena, but Franchise pulls his gun out and points it directly at them. His smile gets wider as he looks over at the three men who do not move.
Franchise- Be easy.
Franchise waits a few seconds as he moves his gun, slowly, from side to side. Making sure he points it at each one of the three at least once. He then lowers the gun with the grin still on his face.
Franchise- Good. Now, a gentlemen would introduce himself, but a gentlemen only acts like a gentlemen when he is treated like one. Now normally I am a gentlemen, but ya'll made me pull my gun out. I pull my gun out a lot when I feel threatened.
Spreutels- Listen, we don't want no problem. Our friend over here has been shot in the foot and he can't stand on it. We need to take him to the hospital.
Franchise- I know your friend, but you can save me that sob story. I also know you two motherfuckers and that's my problem!
The smile has disappeared from the face of Franchise. Franchise has a very serious look on his face. The girl next to him keeps her gun pointed straight at them.
Franchise- I know that you two motherfuckers are soldiers and I know that soldiers were out in my motherfucking streets shooting my motherfucking people!
Brad- WHOA! We're not soldiers!
Franchise laughs.
Franchise- Now to top it all off, I got a soldier lying to me!
Spreutels- He's not lying! We're not-
Franchise- SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!
The anger is raging out of Franchise as he angrily looks over at them.
Franchise- Now I'm going to countdown from 5 and when I say zero, my girl, Iron over here is going to pull that trigger and put you motherfuckers 6 feet underground. If you try and run, well....
Franchise whistles.
Noise is heard through the woods and a bunch of black people come from the woods with their guns raised. Men and women. Fat and diesel. They surround the wooded area. Spreutels, Brad and Cena look around, knowing that the end is near. Franchise smiles.
Franchise- Those are The Pitbulls. We wear white, because we aint hiding from nobody. We wear white because we want to be seen. Now, it's time to start your countdown, aint that right, Iron?
Iron- Damn right.
Franchise- Five. Four. Three. Two.
John Cena- They're not soldiers!
Franchise stops his countdown and looks over at John Cena.
Franchise- One.
John Cena- They saved me from the airport! They saved me from the soldiers! The airport is filled with soldiers! They're still ALIVE!
Franchise looks into the eyes of John Cena.
Franchise- They're alive?
John Cena- Yes and they have hostages. Wrestlers like me. Wrestlers from the WWE. They shot me in my foot and these two guys got me out of there. They risked their life for me. They're not soldiers!
Franchise- Oh word? Where's their clothes at?
Brad- We took them off. We.... uh.... we had to.
Franchise- Had to?
Spreutels- You wear white to be seen. We wear nothing so we can get away. We had to take our clothes off to be able to move. We are carrying a huge man with us who is not capable of walking on his own. We do it so we can escape tight situations.
Franchise- Escape tight situations? Whatchu mean, like this one?
Franchise points around at his people as they laugh. Franchise smiles as he looks back at them.
Iron- Just lemme know when you're ready, Franchise. Just say zero, boy and I'll get rid of these motherfuckers.
Franchise- Nah, wait. Let's wait for the queen and that jerk off to come back and then we'll take care of this situation.
Iron- Fuck her.
Franchise turns around and smacks Iron across the face. She angrily looks up at him as Franchise angrily looks back at her.
Franchise- Don't I ever hear you saying anything about her, again!
Iron- Wutchu gunna do? Hit me? Smack me across my face, again?
Franchise- Nah, better, I'll tell her what you said.
Franchise smiles at Iron. She licks her pink lipstick, in disgust.
Iron- Fuck that bitch.
BANG!
In one movement, Franchise lifts his gun up and shoots Iron right in the face. She collapses onto her back, blood splattering everywhere. Her short, blonde hair covered in blood. Her eyes lay wide open as the bullet hole is directly in the middle of the forehead. Franchise stands over.
Spreutels- We're fucked.
Dead Men Walking
Episode 49
Episode 49
Brad, Spreutels and John Cena are shown sitting on the grass. Guns surround them as The Pitbulls point them. Franchise looks down at the dead body of Iron, silently. He then turns around with a very serious look on his face.
Franchise- Every leader has his own way of doing things. Shit, I just became a leader a little over 24 hours ago. Every dog dreams of their moment when they become the lion. It's a weird way of evolution where I'm from. You're either the dog, the lion or the prey. The lion is the king. That ones pretty easy and simple to describe. The duties of the lion are the duty to protect his dogs and to protect the name. Protect the territory! You feel me?
Franchise just looks over at Brad, Spreutels and John Cena who just sit there, looking down.
Franchise- The prey gets eaten up every time. They hide and they hide, but they always get caught. Whether they hide up in their homes, hide up on the mountains, disguise themselves or hide out in the woods.... *chuckle*.... they always get caught. When they get caught, they get eaten alive.
Franchise smiles.
Franchise- Those are the two most simple ways of living. Then there is the dogs. The dogs claw their way through every single day. Staying alive and doing whatever it takes to remain alive. They stay true to their lion, to their leader, as they know that is the only way to stay alive. The only way to stay away from becoming the prey. Sometimes, you got to put a dog to sleep, though. That's where it gets tricky.
Franchise turns his head to Iron and shakes his head.
Franchise- That dog couldn't keep her mouth shut.
Noise of an engine is heard through the wooded area and a jeep pulls up. Franchise smiles.
Franchise- There she is.
The drivers door opens up and out comes....
.... Jazz!
She steps out of the vehicle as the other doors open. Out the passengers seat comes The Rock! Crippler comes out the back. The three begin walking as John Cena's eyes and mouth open up.
John Cena- Ro-ro-ro-ROCK!
Rock looks over and his eyes open wide when he sees John Cena.
Rock- CENA!
Rock begins to run towards them, but Franchise jumps in front of him with the gun to his face.
Franchise- Stop right there, homeboy!
Franchise points the gun right at the face of The Rock. The Rock smiles.
Franchise- Oh, this is funny? You see that dead body a few feet from you, that shit aint funny! So why you smiling, homeboy?
Rock- In the past 24 hours, I have had guns pointed at my face, watched a man get shot to death and lost my family. You think having your punk ass, ghetto, white shirted, looking like a blind, ******ed member of the KKK jackass pointing your gun at me is going to intimidate me?
Jazz- ENOUGH!
Jazz gets in between Rock and Franchise. She looks over at Franchise.
Jazz- He saved my life. Howard tried to kill me, the two of them saved my life and they shot him.
Jazz turns around to look at Rock.
Jazz- You know him?
Rock- Yes I do. That's John Cena. We worked together.
Jazz- Worked?
Rock- Yeah, worked.
Jazz- NO! IT AINT WORKED NO MORE!
Jazz has raised her voice and she angrily walks over to the Pitbulls and begins looking at them.
Jazz- Everybody listen up! Step the fuck back and listen up!
The Pitbulls begin backing up as Franchise watches Jazz, confused.
Jazz- From this moment on, it aint worked. We aint talking about the past nomore. From this moment on, everybody who stands right here, we WORK together. We work together as one group. I see, your ass has been shot, huh?
John Cena- Uh.... yeah.
Jazz- Then we gunna get you help. How many of you motherfuckers been shot?
A bunch of The Pitbulls raise their hands. Chuckling is heard through the crowd of them.
Jazz- Good. Then ya'll motherfuckers can train this boy how to still be useful with a bullet hole in him.
John Cena- I got shot in my achilles tendon, I cant' step on it. I can't stand.
Jazz- Ray Charles couldn't see and that motherfucker made music!
Jazz begins nodding her head as she looks around at the crowd.
Jazz- We got more guns then anybody in this fucking world right now inside of that whip. From this moment on, whoever we bump into, we give them a chance to be a part of us. If they aren't with it, then we get rid of them!
Jazz turns around and looks over at Franchise, who has a sour puss look on his face.
Jazz- Franchise is our leader!
Franchise looks up at Jazz, who nods her head at him.
Jazz- He will lead us through this shit and we will run this world.
Franchise- And as your leader, I say we start with the airport!
Jazz- Airport? What airport?
Franchise- These guys are saying that their are soldiers at the airport. I want to finish those motherfuckers off. We don't take no pity from those motherfuckers.
Rock- No, we were supposed to take care of the prison first.
Franchise- Prison?! What the fuck? What prison?
Jazz- They were at a prison and they had a little scuffle with some guys there and they want their revenge.
Franchise- Yeah, well, I'm the leader and I say we start with the prison. You got a problem with that, hun?
Franchise angrily looks over at Jazz.
Jazz- No, baby.
Franchise smiles at Jazz. Rock steps forward.
Rock- I do!
Franchise blinks a few times as he looks up at The Rock.
Franchise- Like my father taught me, sometimes it's your idols that make you realize what kind of a man you are. Not the idol, but a man who grows to hate that idol.
Crippler- Alright, relax, guys. It's really not a big deal, we can-
Rock- No! You're going to get your revenge on those bastards and so am I.
Franchise- You weren't here when I shot someone in the face for not shutting her mouth. I think I need to demonstrate it for our new guests.
Jazz- Stop! We'll go to the airport. We'll go to the soldiers. Are we ready for war with United States soldiers, though? You need to seriously ask yourself that question, Franchise.
Franchise- I think we ready. Aint that right boys? Aint we ready?!
The Pitbulls begin barking around them. Franchise smiles, nodding his head.
Franchise- They sound ready.
Brad- Hey! I'm sorry to interrupt, but there is a lot of people at the airport. They got a lot of soldiers left.
Franchise- Yeah, how much? 10? 15? 25 counting your wrestling buddies?
Rock- Wrestling buddies? There's more?!! Is it Triple H, Ryback and them?
John Cena- What? No. It's Vince, Punk, Randy Or-
Franchise- Shut your mouths! You can talk later about that shit. I want you to answer my question. How many people?
Spreutels- Over 100.
Brad looks over at Spreutels as Spreutels has jumped into the conversation.
Brad- Yeah and they got over 1,000 weapons. They came prepared for this situation. It's a whole Army and they have the wrestlers as hostages.
Franchise looks over at them, trying to read them to see if they're lying.
Franchise- Over 100, huh?
Brad- Yeah. I don't know an exact number.
Franchise- For two dudes who said they're not Army boys, you sure know a lot about them.
Brad and Spreutels begin looking at each other.
Franchise- We'll go to the prison and we'll take care of those few guys, how many are there?
Crippler- Three.
Franchise- Three? Ha. We'll go eliminate those three and we'll get ourselves some more weapons and when we're done, we will go into that airport and we fill find those soldiers and I will rip each and every single one of them apart.
Jazz- Alright, I say we move now.
Franchise- Nah, wait.
Franchise stands there smiling.
Jazz- What's wrong?
Franchise- I'm trying to figure something out. You see, these three motherfuckers lied to me. I feel weird trusting them. I don't know, maybe it's just me. I want to ask you three something.
Franchise turns around and looks over at Brad, Spreutels and Cena.
Franchise- Are you loyal and trustworthy?
John Cena- Yes.
Franchise- And what about you?
Spreutels- Yeah.
Franchise- And you?
Brad- I'm very loyal and I am very trustworthy. We all were. You have to understand that we mean no harm, we rescued this innocent man from those soldiers and we will fight with you guys. We will prove our loyalty.
Franchise smiles as he looks down at Brad. He takes a few steps back.
Franchise- Lying is one of the things I hate the most in the world. I also can tell who is loyal and who is trustworthy. I can also tell who is not. I like to test people on their loyalty, make something really fucked up happen and see if they stay loyal to the lion. I think that's the best way to do it. I also know that motherfuckers who talk too much are not loyal and normally full of shit. Somebody has to pay for lying to me and two of you motherfuckers will have to prove that you are loyal to me. Peace out, motherfucker.
BANG!
The bullet flies in the air from the gun of Franchise and moves in the air in slow motion. Finally, it reaches the skin and goes right through the chest. The body collapses onto his back, from the seated position. Blood splatters in the air and the body of Brad lays dead on the floor.
End Chapter.