*Scene opens in Joey Falcone's car*
Joey Falcone rode in his car with Bill, Alex's former cameraman. "Could you slow down a bit?" Bill asked. "Oh I'm sorry. I don't see a 'little bitch gear' suck it up." Falcone responded. "Im getting nauseous" Bill said. "If you throw up in here, you're fired." Falcone said with finality.
*Scene switches to the GWA headquarters*
Falcone had received a strange phone call earlier in the day. His phone rang at his desk.
Falcone:Hello
: Joseph Falcone...
Falcone: This is him who is it?
: Ive been waiting for sometime to get in touch with you.
Falcone:Who the hell is this?
: I'd like to re-sign...
Falcone:Wait a second... I recognize you're voice. Is this...
: I'd like to meet with you in person. 11 oclock tonight. The location has been faxed to you...(phone hangs up)
Falcone:Hello? Hello!? SHIT!
He hung up the phone aggravated. He paused and looked around the room. Then said outloud to no one in particular
"Who the fuck still uses a Fax machine!?!?"
*Scene switches back to the car*
Bill the camera man was sipping a diet soda as Falcone pulled into the abandoned garage. "You sure this is where he wants to meet at." Bill asked. "This was the location he put on the fax." He put the car in park and they got out. "Well, where the hell is he?" Falcone asked. "You sure it was him?" said Bill. "Of course."
The garage was almost pitch black. It was late and it was almost too silent. Falcone had thought about bringing security with him but the fax explicitly advised against it. A voice from behind made Falcone's heart and Bills entire body jump.
"Well, Well, Well.... Look what we have here boys."
A man sauntered from out of the shadows. "Wonder what yall are up to this late at night?" he said. He walked circumspectly around them. His eyes fixed with an evil glare. "Can't be anything good. Nobodies up to any good at this time of night." he continued. He whistled. And suddenly Falcone heard footsteps all around him. 7 more guys stepped out of the shadows carrying chains bats, 2x4s, and other blunt weapons.
"You're on our turf. And you're about to learn what happens when you fuck with-" Suddenly one of the guys disappeared into the shadows with a muffled scream. A crunching sound was heard. "THE FUCK WAS THAT" The man yelled in agony.
Out of the shadows stepped a man well built but still lean at about 6'2 wearing all black and a black hoodie. He stepped into the one working light of the garage. He was dragging the one member of this gang in one hand. The gang members leg seemed broken and he himself seemed unconcious He lifted his left hand and made a beckoning motion a la Michael Jackson and let out a wicked grin.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE GET EM" their leader yelled. They all rushed the man. The first 2 went down so quick that Falcone to this day isnt sure what happend to them. The next two rushed with determination one with a 2x4 and the other with a bat. As the one with the bat swung back to hit him he was nailed in the stomach. The hooded figure rolled over the man who was doubled over in pain to watch the other man hit his own teamate with the 2x4 as he checked his partner he was struck by the hooded man with a pair of nunchucks.
One man charged the hooded man with a knife. He knocked the knife out of his hand with the nunchucks and knocked the man out cold. The last swung a chain at him which he caught with one hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the gang leader pull out a gun. He tugged on the chain and pulled the last member in the way as the shot rang out. The last gang member fell with a gunshot wound.
The gang leader hesitated, realizing what he had done. That was all the time he needed to close the distance, knock the gun out of his hand kick him in the stomach, size him up, and finally nail a Buzzsaw kick that knocked him out cold.
Seeing that his work was the done, the hooded man put away his nunchucks and removed his hood. It was none other than the one and only ALEX MASON.
"Ahahah I knew it was you. Mason, you son of a bitch. How ya been? Where'd you get the nunchucks?" Falcone said, recovering from shock.
He stared at Falcone. He turned and looked at the gang leader "I had been tracking this group down for some time now. They call themselves 'the immortals'." Alex said. "Pathetic." he scoffed. "You're fighting street gangs? Why?" Falcone asked. Alex took a moment and upon finally making eye contact with Falcone said, "...For the challenge..." Bill exchanged a look with Falcone.
"All of this is of little consequence" Alex said. "I desire a challenge. I want to fight the best. I remember I found that under your rule and I would like to rejoin your organization." he said. Falcone stared at Alex. Physically speaking he looked basically the same. He was much more defined now. But there was something wrong. Alex Mason never spoke like this. And his eyes... There was something wrong in his eyes. There was paranoia, restlessness, and that smug air of superiority Alex had was now fueled by an unrelenting evil.
However, Falcone shrugged it off. Mason wanted to fight and that was the kind of person who thrives in the GWA. "Ive already got you an opponent, Alex." Falcone said. "I'm aware. Eddy Charles. Correct?" Mason responded. Falcone nodded. Mason turned to Bill and said. "turn it on. I've got something to say." Bill obliged.
"Edward Charles. You have no idea of whom youre stepping into the ring with this Sunday. I care not about your vain and alleged 'playboy' lifestyle which is probably simply a cover for your homosexual desires. You get no respect because you're pathetic. This Sunday you're not stepping in the ring with some mere wrestler. You're stepping in the ring with The GOD OF WAR... So pay tribute before you're put in your place.... mortal."
He walked away and went to prepare for his match...