Post by enforcer on Jun 19, 2021 22:09:00 GMT -5
*Scene*
::Just as the sun is rising The Enforcer is being escorted out of a side door of the J.Edgar Hoover building in Washington D.C. by two FBI agents. As the three men exit the building Enforcer rips each arm from the grip of each FBI agent’s hands. Enforcer glares at each FBI agent with anger in his eyes.::Enforcer:Complete and utter bullshit, you assholes! Tell your boy, Agent Larkin, that if he pulls this stunt again things will get very ugly very fast!!!
::Enforcer turns around and walks away as he continues to brood while he walks towards the main street. As the thought came into Enforcer’s mind, “how did I get here?”::
18 Hours earlier
::Enforcer is walking down the steps of his private jet that had just landed at the Carroll County Regional Airport in Westminster, Maryland. As Enforcer steps off the last stair he is met by two men in suits. Enforcer rolls his eyes as he sees both men standing there.::Agent #1:Anthony…
Enforcer:Agent Larkin.
Agent Larkin:It has been awhile.
Enforcer:Not long enough.
Agent Larkin:I know, right? But Agent Alderson and I will need you two come with us. We have to talk to you.
Enforcer:You cannot be serious! About what? I haven’t broken any laws ever.
Agent Larkin:Never broken a law ever? Haha! Sure, you're going to stick with that story?
Enforcer:Yeah...So back to my original question. Why do I get the pleasure of your company?
Agent Larkin:You are a known associate of Johnny Stylez and as we all know he is having some legal issues.
Enforcer:Shouldn’t you be talking to Johnny boy’s lawyer about his legal issues? I don’t know. That just seems like it would make the most sense to me.
Agent Larkin:That is enough from your smart ass mouth.
Enforcer:So I can go about my business then?
Agent Larkin:That would be a hard no. Come with us voluntarily or we’ll let Vhodka do a version of water bordering that involves Nacho Cheese Doritos instead of water.
Enforcer:You are a sick son of a bitch, Timothy. I love it. Let’s go so we can get this shit over with. I have to get ready to win my championship back.
Agent Larkin:You mean your “Forever championship?”
::The two agents chuckle as they place Enforcer in the back of their unmarked vehicle. The agents sit in the front seat and start to drive.::
Enforcer:You and your lap dog laugh it up while you can. You two are going to be so mad when I walk out with the custody of MY OPW Prestige Heavyweight title.
Agent Larkin:Mighty confident of yourself, Anthony.
Enforcer:How long have you known me, Very Special Agent Larkin?
Agent Larkin:Far too long.
Enforcer:As much as I agree with you on that. My question was rhetorical.
Agent Larkin:I wanted to get it on record how I felt.
Enforcer:Whatever.
::Agent Larkin cracks a slight smile as Enforcer shows a hint of annoyance.::
Enforcer:So why don’t you enlighten me as to why the FBI’s version of “The Other Guys” are bringing me in?
Agent Larkin:Like I said before we have some questions about Johnny.
Enforcer:So you say. What about him? Anything I know about is alleged crimes I could have told you back on the tarmac. Which is that I have no damn idea about his crimes or anyone else's crimes. I am just doing my thing, living my best life.
Agent Larkin:Do you expect me to believe that with your history of crimes…
Enforcer:ALLEGED crimes. Nice try, Tiny Tim. If you had anything on me you would have taken me down years ago.
Agent Larkin:Doesn’t mean they didn’t happen.
Enforcer:Thank goodness you aren’t qualified to be a judge. You would have been biased as fuck. But if you noticed I wasn’t one of the people who was taken out in handcuffs at the end of International Incident. Which means you have nothing on me. Which means you have no leverage whatsoever. Now, Agent Larkin, you damn well no I ain’t no snitch. You remember when you and your little buddies brought me into the FBI office down in Miami over that incident with the boat.
Agent Larkin:You mean the boat that was filled with Cocaine from Columbia?
Enforcer:Yes, that very one. But don’t forget the little detail that I wasn’t on that boat or even in the state of Florida at all. Like then, I have done nothing wrong. You found a way to try to persecute me when all I have been doing is living an upstanding and legal life. But that isn’t good enough for the alphabet boys.
Agent Larkin:Don’t get all high and mighty on us, Anthony. We all know who and what you are. So just sit there and shut up till we get back to headquarters.
Enforcer:Gladly. Then I’ll be able to witness my lawyer make you look like Patrick Star from Spongebob Squarepants.
14 Hours Later
::Agent Larkin, Alderson, and Enforcer are in an interview room in the FBI Headquarters in Washington DC. All three men look a little worse for wear from the extensive interview.::Enforcer:Like I have been saying all along boys. I don’t know shit about any alleged crimes by Johnny or anyone else. I have merely been staying in my lane and minding my own business. If you need my lawyer to tell you what I have been telling you two this whole damn time she will be here soon.
Agent Larkin:Where is that shark you call a lawyer? She is normally here by now barking up my ass.
Enforcer:She was on vacation with her husband in Europe.
Agent Larkin:That would explain it.
Enforcer:You have time to avoid Rene if you want. You and I both know she has a temper issue…
Agent Larkin:You mean being a bitch issue.
Enforcer:Uncalled far, Tim! I know she scares you but name calling? Really? But Rene is very good at her job. Which is why I have to pay a hefty retainer to keep her happy. Plus it won’t be you who will have to hear about pulling her away from her vacation.
Agent Larkin:What are you talking about? Me,scared of your lawyer?
Present Time
*Scene*
::Just as Enforcer rips his hands out of the hands of the two FBI agents and stares them down, Enforcer’s attorney, Rene McAllister comes storming out of the same side door the three men just walked out of.::Rene McAllister:(Looking at the two FBI agents)Ok boys, byeeee.
Enforcer:That’s right. Get your flunky asses out of my face.
Rene McAllister:Anthony!
Enforcer:What?
::The FBI Agents walk back inside the FBI building.::
Rene McAllister:A little decorum. These guys go after you if the wind changes direction. There is no reason to egg them on.
Enforcer:No reason? I was met at the airport by the two goofs upstairs and got to spend my first night in town in an interrogation room.
Rene McAllister:I know you're pissed. Believe me, so am I. When you called I was laying by the pool of a Tuscan Villa.
Enforcer:Tuscan Villa? Good for you.
Rene McAllister:I know, right? Now walk with me. There is a car waiting for us.
::Enforcer and Rene begin to walk towards the parking lot.::
Rene McAllister:I checked on your flight crew. Marcus got your luggage to the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Georgetown. You are all set up in the Royal Potomac Suite.
::Rene rolls her eyes at Enforcer.::
Enforcer:What?
Rene McAllister:The Royal Potomac Suite? Seriously?
Enforcer:What? You know the kind of money I rake in. I’m good.
Rene McAllister:I know you’re good but that's not the point. You aren’t in a business that you can wrestle for thirty more years to bring in the kind of money that you do. All I am saying is be smart about your damn spending habits.
Enforcer:I appreciate the words of wisdom, Rene.
::Enforcer and Rene arrive at a Lincoln Towncar with a driver waiting. Enforcer opens the back passenger seat for Rene. Rene sits down, Enforcer shuts the door, and goes around to the back driver seat door. He opens the door, gets into the car, and shuts the door behind him. The driver starts the car.::
Rene McAllister:Take me to the airport. I left my husband in Tuscany to come bail your ass out again.
Enforcer:I’ll text Marcus to meet us there so he can fly you back to Italy.
Rene McAllister:I appreciate that. I never hate flying in private.
Enforcer:(Smiles) I didn’t think so.
Rene McAllister:Plus I won’t have to wait around for a flight. I kinda want to get back to Dominick. Last time I ran into Vhodka she gave me a little tip on something I want to try with Dominick. I figured why not try it on this trip.
Enforcer:Well then. Get it, girl.
Rene McAllister:You know I do. While I am enjoying some fun in Europe you better be getting the Prestige championship back.
Enforcer:You know I will. Being without my championship is straight up depressing. Seeing two low class fools galavanting with my title belt. Disgracing everything I put into making that championship relevant.
Rene McAllister:Plus having a championship adds value to your brand. Which means more money for you and then more money for me.
Enforcer:The money is a wonderful perk.
Rene McAllister:Isn’t it, though?
Enforcer:Plus with the crumbling of The Syndicate, Johnny Boy’s legal issues. I need a win to make things right again and get back on track. Plus it sickens me to see that blundering jackass with my championship!
Rene McAllister:I know, I know. Don’t get all worked up now. Save it for the ring.
Enforcer:You’re right, Rene. I have my game plan all figured out. It doesn’t have get all worked up and out of control even before the day of the event. You’ve seen it. I have been in this same position before. Gaining or reigning a championship that we both know I deserve to be because I am the more talented wrestler and I am sure I have outworked, Sebastian.
Rene McAllister:I have seen you in that position and you have come out victorious a lot more times then you haven’t.
Enforcer:That is exactly right and I’ll do it again to get my Prestige title back. Because we have all seen that someone like Sebastian is just a flash in the pan. He has a good match or two to become champion but we all know he won’t be able to sustain it. He is like the Chicago Cubs. A loveable loser whose star shines bright for a brief moment but quickly fizzles out. Where I on the other hand is equivalent to the New York Yankees. I am able to bring a high caliber of excellence into the field of play. Sure, I might have a down period here and there but I am able to keep my level of excellence high. Hell I might even break my own glass ceiling to ascend to greater heights and accomplish more than anyone ever expected. I can easily talk down to you, Sebastian, and I would be fully in my right. Not because you are a bad wrestler but I think...scratch that. I in fact know that you are not on my level. It is really that simple. It is why I need to beat you. It is why I need my Prestige Heavyweight title back. Not just because I made the Prestige title relevant or my ego demands I have gold in my possession but because I have always been the greatest person to ever live. It is quite simple, really. Sebastian, you may want to win, to beat me, to be a champion but I need to win, beat you, and win back my championship glory. For that, you don’t stand a chance.
::The screen fades to black as the black town car continues on to the Carroll County Regional Airport.::