Retribution: The Finale

[Danger Boiz]

“There is a strange kind of human being in whom there is an eternal struggle between body and soul, animal and god, for dominance. In all great men this mixture is striking, and in none more so than in Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.” ~Alfred Einstein

“It all started back in March of 2009. The Danger Boiz first making their name and dominance known in the world of tag team wrestling. The Danger Boiz began making history on that very night, when Chris and I won our very fist Tag Team titles. Let’s take a look shall we.”

Footage begins playing as words appear on screen:

March 6, 2009
GCWA Friday Night Inferno
Danger Boiz vs. Payne Killers
GCWA Tag Team Championship

We see footage from bell ringing to the middle of the match. Suddenly the footage begins playing slow motion, up until a point where the footage begins playing in a regular beat. One of the Payne brothers tries to grab Chris from behind, looking for a back suplex, but Chris fights free, reversing himself around and planting another dropkick, this one on the Payne brother’s chin! The brother falls to the ground, hurting, as Chris runs off the ropes and comes back, doing a flip and landing back-first onto the Payne brother’s stomach! Chris tags in Dan, who comes in and joins Chris in a double suplex on the Payne Brother. Just outside the ring, the other Payne brother slides back into the ring, running at both men. But the Danger Boiz are ready, as they both duck their shoulders, sending him flipping back out!

Jones: What a tumble by Lukas! This is the best chance the Danger Boiz have to get the gold!

Logan: Take Jason out now, guys! You won’t get a better opportunity to be champions!

Chris signals to his brother. Dan nods, grabbing a staggering Jason and twisting him around, delivering the Danger Zone!! A move Dan once used as his finisher before switching to the ENDD. Jason reels away, grabbing at his back, as Crazy Chris mounts the turnbuckle. He comes flying off, perfectly aiming his assault, as Jason gets nailed by the Crazy Man’s Suicide!!! Chris immediately gets back up to his feet, using the ropes for momentum as he races over, leaping over the top rope and falling outside, in a suicide plunge into the recovering Lukas! Dan moves over and gets on top of Jason Payne, making the cover…1… 2…3!!!!!

Here are your winners, and the NEEEEW GCWA Tag Team Champions of the World, Crazy Chris & Dangerous Dan, the Danger Boiz!!!

We see the Danger Boiz give each other a quick manly hug, with Dan passing one of the belts on to his brother. Both men go to separate turnbuckles, climbing up and striking a pose, as the chants for the Danger Boiz increase. The footage fades out to Dangerous Dan standing next to his brother with replica GCWA Tag Team Championship belts and the CWF Tag Team Championships draped across their shoulders.

“That match began the most dominate tag team career in history. That match solidified Chris and me as THE tag team to beat in GCWA. We began making a name for ourselves, as afterwards, not only did our tag team career go on the rise…but our singles career took us to main event levels.”

Dan looks down at the championship belt and smile. Meanwhile, Chris, studying over his championship, does nothing but stare for a moment. Suddenly the brothers look at each other as Chris takes his turn to speak.

“Not only did our tag team career make history in GCWA…three time tag champs, but our CWF win was just as historic as this match was. Unfortunately, the former owner of CWF has some copyright issues with his footage, so we are unable to show footage. However, rest assure that our win was just as epic.”

“That’s right Chris...our win was epic and it once again made history. You see, Chris and I were the longest reigning and final CWF Tag Team Champions in history. For six months, Chris and I defended these belts. We walked into CWF looking to win tag team gold, and we ended out of CWF tag champs. History repeated itself in ICW. Unfortunately, the owner of ICW and us do not get along, so we refuse to release any footage from the organization. Ever since my World title win there, the owner had it out for me. No one gets along there. That’s when the Danger Boiz decided to hang up the boots. However, our tag team reign is officially back in order.”

A small brief footage begins playing of Dan and Chris’ return to OCW. The brothers are shown defeating the former OCW Tag Team Champions the Greek Gods in their re-debut match. The brothers stand victorious over the once dominant tag team of Zeus and Hades.

“Dan and I are back in OCW to make history yet again. You see…there hasn’t been any tag champs since 2004. Dan and I have the opportunity to be the first tag team champs in ten years. Ten years it’s been since there have been a dominant tag team in OCW. Honestly, I don’t care about most of the teams in this match. Hell, we’ve repeated our feelings about each team time and time again. TGO this…Noah that…Angel this…Danny B that…uh…oh yeah…Drew Hank…no Stevenson…yes that’s it…Drew Stevenson and his partner who I forget his name. The Power Couple this and the new guys that. It doesn’t really matter who is in the match because the only thing Dan and I care about are beating every single team in this match to become the new OCW Tag Team Champions.”

Dan leans down and drops both sets of belts on a table located in front of him. His OCD kicks in as both belts lay perfectly straight from one end of the table to the other. Chris, on the other hands, drops his to the floor. Each belt folded in odd ways. Dan looks at his brother with anxiety in his face. Not having to say a word, Chris reaches down and neatly lies them across the table as well. Dan refocuses.

“Chris and I have no cares in the world as to what order we come out for the turmoil match at Blackout 2. Hell, it would be an honor to be the first team out just so we can beat every single team that comes out. What a history making night that would be. The Danger Boiz single handedly defeated five other teams to become the OCW Tag Team Champions in ten years. What an epic battle and night that would be. Chris and I are prone to making history everywhere we go. Hell, it’s actually an inevitable thing. At some point one or the both of us are going to make history. The Danger Boiz time is now. We are about to show everyone just how dangerous I can be…”

“How crazy I can be…”

“How dominating WE can be. It’s a matter of time before every in this company realizes that the Danger Boiz are no laughing matter. We are THE team to beat. I hear everyone in the locker room talking about how Trevor and Noah have the match in the bag, or how DanBer is going to be victorious. It amazes me how everyone believes the bitch boys and the cluster fucks are going to win.”

Chris takes a slight step in front of Dan…lower his brows in the process. His lips curl and his fists clutch at the mere thought of everyone looking them over to win.

“Noah can’t get out of Trevor’s ass far enough to do anything on his own. Trevor can’t stop fucking Noah long enough to make his own decisions. Both boys are screwing the hell out of Gavin. Why do you think it was so simple for the two to even be in the match. They haven’t paid their dues. What the hell have they done besides win ONE tag team match which wasn’t really anything? Danny and Amber just need to fuck it out so this bullshit will over between them two. Face it guys…you actually like each other. Don’t you remember elementary school and teacher or parent telling you that when a girl picks on you or a boy picks on you that they REALLY like you? Well, you two need to admit your fucking love and devotion to one another and move the fuck along. Its OCW...not the Days of Our Lives. There’s no sand running through the hour glass here. It’s annoying to listen to the four of you bitch at each other.”

Both brothers look each other in the eye nodding as brothers do. They both speak at the same time.

“JUST FUCK EACH OTHER AND GET OVER IT!!”

“Blackout 2 is our time to shine.”

“The OCW Tag Team titles are ours to take.”

“The tag turmoil is going to be the battle of the tag teams and only one team will walk away as the OCW Tag Team Champions.”

“That team…ladies and gentlemen…are the Danger Boiz. There’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it.”

“The ENDD is near fellas. Can’t you feel it?”

“That…is the Gospel of the Danger Boiz: Chapter FUCK verse YOU!”

The brothers high five each other before picking up their respective championship belts from off the table. They turn and make their way into the darkness.[/i]

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“The conclusion that many uniformed military came away from Vietnam with was that political interference, dominance of strategy and even tactics were a very bad way to conduct a war, and that indeed, if that was going to be our practice, that we shouldn't wage conflict again.” ~Robert McFarlane

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Back in the creepy like basement or wherever the hell this guy decided to keep us, I kept my mind drifting to what I had done today. I remembered the robbery…I remember Mr. Ethan telling us to leave…I remember the mystery man…I could see his face as plain as day. Suddenly, I looked up at the man having come to the realization as to whom he was. I could see in his eyes that he knew that I knew who he was.

“Uh-huh, so you've figured out who I am. Good. I guess you know why you're here then, huh?”

“Yes, but we walked away. Neither of us called the police, so why…why are we here?”

“No. Ya’ll didn't call the police, did you?”

“You know we didn't.”

“So, tell me, who am I?”

I couldn’t believe that he really wanted me to play this game. He knew I already knew who he was, but I guess he must have wanted me to say it to his face. I figured at that moment that he takes thrills in making his ‘victims’ suffer and seeing them humiliated. I knew I had no choice. Chris and my life depended on it. Or so I thought.

“You're the guy from the shop. You're Aaron Lest aren't you?”

A paused filled the air. The brief moment of silence just felt like hours in the back of my mind.

“Hmm…maybe I'm crediting you with a bit too much intelligence, my friend.”

“What do mean? And how did you find me?”

“On your way out, you must have dropped your wallet…very careless. Everything I needed to trace you was in your wallet. I found a bank statement tucked into one of the si-“

“You better not harm my family or my son you bastard.”

I struggled to get free. However, useless it may have been for me to do so. I figured something would budge in the bounds that bound me.

“If you touch them I'll…I'll…”

“You'll what?”

I struggled again trying to fight my way free of the ropes. I needed to break free. I wanted to get my hands on the bastard for possibly hurting people in my family.

“Bastard!”

Blood and spittle began flying from my mouth.

“You basSSTAARD!”

“Oh, don't worry, I won't harm them; It's the two of you I'm interested in, not anyone else.”

I was relieved to hear that news. I relaxed a little, even though I didn't know who the guy was, or what he wanted with Chris or me, those words soothed me a bit. Still, how could I trust this guy? How could I know that this guy wouldn't change his mind and… The stranger resumed his pacing, heels once again tapping on the moldy wet stone. Half in light, half in shadow, he took a deep breath then sighed. Dripping water once again marked the passage of time.

“If you're not the guy from the shop…then who the hell are you?”

The man in the shadows stopped pacing. For a while he just stood there.

“No matter what we may have done, my brother or I don't deserve this. Please let us go.”

Thoughts once again started to pulsate through my head like pool balls on the green baize after the mother of all breaks: How the hell am I am going to get out of here? Is this guy going to kill me? Who the hell is he? Can I trust a word he says? Finally the man in the shadows started to walk towards me. Even though I had only seen him once before, I recognized him straight away.

“The last time I saw you, I asked you a question.”

His face was inches from mine. Both of us gazing at each other eye to eye. I could feel the sweat…or possibly blood…dripping down my face.

“Can you remember what I asked you?”

“I…I c-can't remember. Please let us go. I can't rem-”

“Oh, I think you can, my friend. I most definitely think you can. Maybe your brother remembers me, but unfortunately he’s out cold. So you best be remembering.”

He punched me in the face…teeth mashed against gums as the impact rocked my head to one side.

“Do you have a death wish, or what? That was what I asked you, wasn't it?…WASN'T IT?”

No answer. I was once again trying desperately to stay conscious. I wanted to scream for help but knew there was no point. My feeble efforts would only ricochet off the four moldy walls and probably anger our captor even more, if that were possible. Best to save what little energy I had. Maybe later I would need it. I was sure that Mr. Porsche would have gagged me anyways if there were even the faintest chance that someone might hear my screams.

“Answer me, Dan?”

I slumped forward, beaten. Blood dripped from my mouth, forming a red pool on the floor in-between my legs. I honestly wanted to die. Mr. Porsche, however, seemed intent on enlightening me no matter what.

“After you so rudely insulted me…now what was it you called me…oh, yes, you called me a fucking asshole, that was it. A fucking asshole. Well, I thought I'd better come back and teach you boys some manners. I was going to just drive away, leave it, but…eh…it's not in my nature to walk away, I'm afraid. So I had to come back. I had to show you boys the error of your ways, if you get my drift?”

One weepy eye regarded me with indifference. In the stage show of life, I thought death was waiting in the wings, ready to put in a final, fatal encore appearance. I just wanted the curtain drawn, the star of the show, my captor, to take a bow and end the insane performance.

“Yeah, you get my drift, of course you do. Anyway, I turned around and came back but by the time I'd got there, you boys were gone. I saw where you was heading, though, towards Ethan's, and…oh, boy, I've got to tell you, it wasn't pretty in there. When I peered in through the window it made me want to throw up. There was blood all over the floor.”

He shook his head.

“I had to go around the back to get in because the front door was locked. Aaron had gone out the back door, the drugged up idiot. I just wish you could have seen the carnage. I wish you could have seen the hole in the middle of that girl's forehead.”

He made a big circle with his thumb and finger.

“That big, it was, that fucking big. Are you listening to me?”

I wasn't listening. I was thinking about the warm rays of the sun on my face; a cool breeze tickling my cheeks; the sound of birds singing their beautiful but monotonous tunes…and wondering if I would ever get to experience any of the above again. Mr. Porsche resumed.

“Mr. Ethan had a huge hole in his chest. He's a lovely old fella…sorry…was a lovely old fella…and he'll be missed, I reckon. There was a camera in that shop, did you know that? it's a damn good quality one. I was impressed, I've got to tell you. There was audio as well; you can hear every word that's said. Pretty good, huh, for a corner shop? Poor guy must have spent a fortune. I went into the backroom and watched the footage. that's how I know what you boys did. that's how I know what a fucking lowlife you two are. Oh, and don't worry, I'll make sure that the idiot who robbed the place gets his do's. The only intelligent thing he did was use a silencer. I'll catch up with Aaron later, but first I'm going to deal with you…then your brother.”

‘HELLLLP! HELLLLLP!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic, Dan. I've told you, no one can hear you down here."

He punched me. the sickening sound of breaking bone making the stranger smile.

“Can you remember when I sedated you?”

The stranger put one hand around my throat and proceeded to beat the crap out of me. Each word he spat into my face was punctuated with a meaty blow.

“Can…you…remember…you…piece…of…shit…”

He pulled me close again, eye to eye.

“WELL…can you remember? When I pounced on you outside your house, can you remember, huh?”

The stranger let go of me, spat in my face, turned around, and walked back into the shadows. remorse never once touching his heart. He opened the door. I could see a shaft of light which was the bright shaft of freedom illuminating the room, banishing the shadows. Before he left, he turned the light off. The door was closed. Then locked. Darkness ruled.

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