Post by fellalibby on Jun 12, 2022 23:15:45 GMT -5
-In Orlando, Florida, The O'Rourke residence is bustling with activity. The young Eric Libby calmly smokes his favorite joint next to a pool, and works on his tan. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Eoin O'Rourke and his God father, Craig are in a tense conversation over a Zoom call, with O'Rourke pacing behind Craig and Craig talking over call-
Craig: So you're sure this job is solid, Rick?
Rick: Absolutely. It's completely legal and it will get your God son a job back up here in the big apple.
Craig: Alright, thanks Rick.
-Craig hangs up the call and looks at a upset Eoin-
Craig: Well? I think this is a good gig for you son.
Eoin: I don't like this. I don't like the sound of this at all.
Craig: Why? What's the issue?
Eoin: We've had this mother fucker in our sights for months now Craig. For at least five months that scumbag hiding in Mexico is well within our grasp and now we just have to throw it all away?
Craig: I'm just trying to cover the bases here kid.
Eoin: Yeah? And what about Liz huh?
Craig: She's the reason I'm getting you this gig kid. To cover your ass and mine.
-Eoin exhales in frustration and looks out the window to see the sky as clouds form a few miles away from the house. Craig sighs and gets up from his seat-
Craig: Why do you focus your efforts solely on vengeance and hate Eoin? This war you're fighting its, it's not your own. Do you do it for the love of the girl?
Eoin: I focus on her. I'm the judge, jury, and executioner of those who wronged her Craig. Bastards like that who run away to another's country with their tail between their legs after what he did to her daughter is a coward.
Craig: And the devil will get his due son, but the right thing for you to understand is patience.
Eoin: I have been *more* than patient. Me beating the absolute shite out of idiots isn't my problem. My problem is doing that, and them just walking away like nothing bloody happened. This fella? Being all the way South of the boarder is not getting my fists in his face and it is pissing me off.
-Craig calmly puts his hand on Eoin's shoulder-
Craig: What if I told you, that I will find his exact location again, and when the moment he's found, I will personally ensure his capture for you lad?
-Eoin turns around confused-
Eoin: How? You've used your last favor to find him the last time didn't you?
-Craig smiles and waves his finger to Eoin to follow him as the clouds darken behind him and rumble with thunder-
Craig: Hurricane season is starting soon, so I'll need a vacation to get away from my own vacation home. And I was thinking I'd take a trip down to Mexico. You on the other hand, you should head back up to New York.
Eoin: Yeah? And go back to that place I started in a year ago is that it? Where am I to go Craig? Where do you expect me to sleep?
-Craig opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of keys. He tossed them to Eoin with a smile-
Craig: You can stay at my old place. Just please don't touch the liquor, Eoin. Oh and make sure to take your brother with you too. Knowing you at your age, you'll get bored real quick without the company. There should be plenty of space for you both. You should get yourselves ready.
-Eoin looked down at the key and looked back up at Craig who walked past Eoin, padding him on the shoulder as he did. Eoin knew that it was a risk for Craig to do something like this all on his own, but he swallowed his pride and walked over to the poolside area where Eric was tanning himself. Eoin kicked the chair making Eric jump out of the recliner-
Eric: Woah hey what the fuck man?
Eoin: Get dressed pothead. We're going back up North.
Eric: What? Aw come on man I don't want to go back up there, its cold. And I just got my tan on.
Eoin: You see that?
-Eoin threw his hand up behind him, Eric looked and saw the big storm clouds that were slowly creeping up over the sun with thunder and lightning. Eric's face turned from annoyance to sadness as the storms dampened his spirits-
Eric: Aw balls.
Eoin: Yeah. Its hurricane season my brother. We need to leave here soon Eric. Craig's got a place for us back up in New York, we'll be staying there for a while.
Eric: Is he coming with us? Or...?
Eoin: No, he's going to Mexico.
Eric: Wait, really? I want to go down there.
Eoin: No no Eric, trust me, you really don't want to go down there. You can't even speak their language.
Eric: Di que eres tú. Puedo hablar español muy bien. Es un lenguaje tan hermoso.
-Eoin looked at Eric sheepishly-
Eoin: Just get dressed, we're taking the next plane.
-Eric sighed and rolled his head back as Eoin returned inside the house, at the same time, Eric collected his belongings outside. Inside the house Eoin sighed and looked at his phone to see a picture of him and Elizabeth Devereaux at a bar-
Eoin: I hope what we're doing is the right thing love... I'll see you up there soon.
-The sun fades away under the cloudy sky that rumbles over the mansion. The O'Rourke family household scour the house for their belongings and essentials. Just as the storm hovers over the house, all three men leave their Florida home, with Craig going into his Honda, and Eoin and Eric going to Eoin's mustang. The siblings follow Craig to his private airfield-
Eric: Oh my god man, I've never seen a storm that strong before...
Eoin: That's because when these storm's reach us back home, they usually die off. This, is just the beginning of this one.
Eric: So how are we getting out of here?
Eoin: Craig's gotta little private airfield. He got me here with it awhile back. It's his own, so he passes through inspection and shite.
Eric: Wait, he's not planning on flying us out of here in that is he...?
-Eoin smiled and kept following his god father. As the storm began to rage over them, the winds picked up pretty rough. The family drove up to the airfield. When they pulled up, there was a pilot at the hanger waiting for them. Eoin got out of his car and marched over to Craig-
Eoin: Hey! Where's ours?
Craig: This is it! I only have the one! Now hurry up and get in!
-Eoin looked frustrated, and ran over to help Eric with the luggage. The two brothers hurried their belongings into the private airplane while the storm was raging over them. After the family finished packing away their luggage, the pilot began to take off and soon, the plane was in the air while the strong heavy storm raged over Orlando. Eric soon fell asleep as the rush wore him out pretty fast, meanwhile Craig and Eoin stayed awake for the flight-
Eoin: Craig?
Craig: Yeah?
Eoin: You're sure this concact of yours is legitimate, yes?
Craig: I do. I've known Rick for twenty years, he's never scared me wrong. Why is it you're uptight about working for a place like Outlaw?
Eoin: I guess you can say, past grievance. I got into this gig of wrestling because of it.
Craig: And that's a bad thing?
Eoin: The only legitimate "bad" thing that can come from it, is how violent I can be. There is generally no filter for what I could do to another human.
Craig: That maybe true for you Eoin, but in a land where the inmate is king, you must do what you have to. Even if it is causing bodily harm to your foe. Or foes. Just remember who you are.
Eoin: Yeah, right. You make it sound so easy...
-A thunder clap occurs as Eoin looks out the window and Craig sighs-
Craig: You know, your woman, Liz? She's got a lot of your mother in her. She's a firey woman who didn't take any shite from any one. San's your old man of course. You should unleash yourself from time to time son. Do what needs to be done, to those who stand in your way. Believe me when I say, there are those you'll be around who deserve no quarter and no mercy. Don't hesitate in the moments. Just simply do what needs to be done.
-Eoin looks at Craig who smirks, while Eoin stares coldly. The Irishman wonders to himself if he really can keep a limit onto himself when it comes to heated moments, can he let go his own humanity to just win?-
-The plane flies through the storm and after a few hours pass, the plane finally touches down in New York in Craig's air field over in this corner of the country too. To Eoin's own surprise that they landed over in New York first, rather than Mexico. He kicks Eric's seat so he wakes up. The brothers grab their own luggage and pack it into a pickup truck, but Craig does not follow-
Eoin: Aren't you coming to see your own home, old man?
Craig: No I... I got a schedule to keep. Gotta get down South before too long. Hey, you should head to the Hammerstein soon. That's where Rick will meet you. He'll give you what you need. Also, here.
-Craig reached inside the plane and grabbed a small bag and handed it to Eoin. He shook his hand firmly as he gave the bag to him and nodded to him-
Craig: I'll call you, when the time is right. Bye for now Eoin.
Eoin: ... Bye for now.
-Eoin turned around and walked towards the pickup truck. He put the bag in his pocket and entered the driver's seat-
Eric: What's up?
Eoin: It's nothing, listen. We need to go into New York real fast. I'll get you something while we're in the city. What do you want?
Eric: Oh! Can we get a Snorlax pillow?!
Eoin: A- A what?
Eric: Oh man, its one of those big bed things that, that you shoot the stuffing in and it's so fucking cool!
Eoin: You know what? That does sound cool, alright.
Eric: YAY!
-The brothers drive into New York City, the same city they keep coming back to, over and over again. The pair drive by a now empty lot where a tower of a building once stood. Where they once resided. They eventually reach the Hammerstein Ball Room arena. Eoin enters the building alone. Inside at the receptionist is the man from the Zoom call, Rick. He's not paying any mind or attention to the front only focused on his work-
Rick: I'm sorry sir, the Hammerstein is closed for the evening.
Eoin: I'm Eoin O'Rourke. I'm not here for a show, I'm here for *my* show.
Rick: Oh. Yes, Mr. O'Rourke, I wasn't expecting you this late. Uh, here you go. The card, and your opponnets files here. Did you need to know anything about them?
-Eoin grabs the papers and looks at them disappointingly and looks back at Rick-
Eoin: I don't need to know anything about people who are already walking corpses.
-The color on Rick's face goes away as Eoin smirks and walks out of the ballroom-
Craig: So you're sure this job is solid, Rick?
Rick: Absolutely. It's completely legal and it will get your God son a job back up here in the big apple.
Craig: Alright, thanks Rick.
-Craig hangs up the call and looks at a upset Eoin-
Craig: Well? I think this is a good gig for you son.
Eoin: I don't like this. I don't like the sound of this at all.
Craig: Why? What's the issue?
Eoin: We've had this mother fucker in our sights for months now Craig. For at least five months that scumbag hiding in Mexico is well within our grasp and now we just have to throw it all away?
Craig: I'm just trying to cover the bases here kid.
Eoin: Yeah? And what about Liz huh?
Craig: She's the reason I'm getting you this gig kid. To cover your ass and mine.
-Eoin exhales in frustration and looks out the window to see the sky as clouds form a few miles away from the house. Craig sighs and gets up from his seat-
Craig: Why do you focus your efforts solely on vengeance and hate Eoin? This war you're fighting its, it's not your own. Do you do it for the love of the girl?
Eoin: I focus on her. I'm the judge, jury, and executioner of those who wronged her Craig. Bastards like that who run away to another's country with their tail between their legs after what he did to her daughter is a coward.
Craig: And the devil will get his due son, but the right thing for you to understand is patience.
Eoin: I have been *more* than patient. Me beating the absolute shite out of idiots isn't my problem. My problem is doing that, and them just walking away like nothing bloody happened. This fella? Being all the way South of the boarder is not getting my fists in his face and it is pissing me off.
-Craig calmly puts his hand on Eoin's shoulder-
Craig: What if I told you, that I will find his exact location again, and when the moment he's found, I will personally ensure his capture for you lad?
-Eoin turns around confused-
Eoin: How? You've used your last favor to find him the last time didn't you?
-Craig smiles and waves his finger to Eoin to follow him as the clouds darken behind him and rumble with thunder-
Craig: Hurricane season is starting soon, so I'll need a vacation to get away from my own vacation home. And I was thinking I'd take a trip down to Mexico. You on the other hand, you should head back up to New York.
Eoin: Yeah? And go back to that place I started in a year ago is that it? Where am I to go Craig? Where do you expect me to sleep?
-Craig opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of keys. He tossed them to Eoin with a smile-
Craig: You can stay at my old place. Just please don't touch the liquor, Eoin. Oh and make sure to take your brother with you too. Knowing you at your age, you'll get bored real quick without the company. There should be plenty of space for you both. You should get yourselves ready.
-Eoin looked down at the key and looked back up at Craig who walked past Eoin, padding him on the shoulder as he did. Eoin knew that it was a risk for Craig to do something like this all on his own, but he swallowed his pride and walked over to the poolside area where Eric was tanning himself. Eoin kicked the chair making Eric jump out of the recliner-
Eric: Woah hey what the fuck man?
Eoin: Get dressed pothead. We're going back up North.
Eric: What? Aw come on man I don't want to go back up there, its cold. And I just got my tan on.
Eoin: You see that?
-Eoin threw his hand up behind him, Eric looked and saw the big storm clouds that were slowly creeping up over the sun with thunder and lightning. Eric's face turned from annoyance to sadness as the storms dampened his spirits-
Eric: Aw balls.
Eoin: Yeah. Its hurricane season my brother. We need to leave here soon Eric. Craig's got a place for us back up in New York, we'll be staying there for a while.
Eric: Is he coming with us? Or...?
Eoin: No, he's going to Mexico.
Eric: Wait, really? I want to go down there.
Eoin: No no Eric, trust me, you really don't want to go down there. You can't even speak their language.
Eric: Di que eres tú. Puedo hablar español muy bien. Es un lenguaje tan hermoso.
-Eoin looked at Eric sheepishly-
Eoin: Just get dressed, we're taking the next plane.
-Eric sighed and rolled his head back as Eoin returned inside the house, at the same time, Eric collected his belongings outside. Inside the house Eoin sighed and looked at his phone to see a picture of him and Elizabeth Devereaux at a bar-
Eoin: I hope what we're doing is the right thing love... I'll see you up there soon.
-The sun fades away under the cloudy sky that rumbles over the mansion. The O'Rourke family household scour the house for their belongings and essentials. Just as the storm hovers over the house, all three men leave their Florida home, with Craig going into his Honda, and Eoin and Eric going to Eoin's mustang. The siblings follow Craig to his private airfield-
Eric: Oh my god man, I've never seen a storm that strong before...
Eoin: That's because when these storm's reach us back home, they usually die off. This, is just the beginning of this one.
Eric: So how are we getting out of here?
Eoin: Craig's gotta little private airfield. He got me here with it awhile back. It's his own, so he passes through inspection and shite.
Eric: Wait, he's not planning on flying us out of here in that is he...?
-Eoin smiled and kept following his god father. As the storm began to rage over them, the winds picked up pretty rough. The family drove up to the airfield. When they pulled up, there was a pilot at the hanger waiting for them. Eoin got out of his car and marched over to Craig-
Eoin: Hey! Where's ours?
Craig: This is it! I only have the one! Now hurry up and get in!
-Eoin looked frustrated, and ran over to help Eric with the luggage. The two brothers hurried their belongings into the private airplane while the storm was raging over them. After the family finished packing away their luggage, the pilot began to take off and soon, the plane was in the air while the strong heavy storm raged over Orlando. Eric soon fell asleep as the rush wore him out pretty fast, meanwhile Craig and Eoin stayed awake for the flight-
Eoin: Craig?
Craig: Yeah?
Eoin: You're sure this concact of yours is legitimate, yes?
Craig: I do. I've known Rick for twenty years, he's never scared me wrong. Why is it you're uptight about working for a place like Outlaw?
Eoin: I guess you can say, past grievance. I got into this gig of wrestling because of it.
Craig: And that's a bad thing?
Eoin: The only legitimate "bad" thing that can come from it, is how violent I can be. There is generally no filter for what I could do to another human.
Craig: That maybe true for you Eoin, but in a land where the inmate is king, you must do what you have to. Even if it is causing bodily harm to your foe. Or foes. Just remember who you are.
Eoin: Yeah, right. You make it sound so easy...
-A thunder clap occurs as Eoin looks out the window and Craig sighs-
Craig: You know, your woman, Liz? She's got a lot of your mother in her. She's a firey woman who didn't take any shite from any one. San's your old man of course. You should unleash yourself from time to time son. Do what needs to be done, to those who stand in your way. Believe me when I say, there are those you'll be around who deserve no quarter and no mercy. Don't hesitate in the moments. Just simply do what needs to be done.
-Eoin looks at Craig who smirks, while Eoin stares coldly. The Irishman wonders to himself if he really can keep a limit onto himself when it comes to heated moments, can he let go his own humanity to just win?-
-The plane flies through the storm and after a few hours pass, the plane finally touches down in New York in Craig's air field over in this corner of the country too. To Eoin's own surprise that they landed over in New York first, rather than Mexico. He kicks Eric's seat so he wakes up. The brothers grab their own luggage and pack it into a pickup truck, but Craig does not follow-
Eoin: Aren't you coming to see your own home, old man?
Craig: No I... I got a schedule to keep. Gotta get down South before too long. Hey, you should head to the Hammerstein soon. That's where Rick will meet you. He'll give you what you need. Also, here.
-Craig reached inside the plane and grabbed a small bag and handed it to Eoin. He shook his hand firmly as he gave the bag to him and nodded to him-
Craig: I'll call you, when the time is right. Bye for now Eoin.
Eoin: ... Bye for now.
-Eoin turned around and walked towards the pickup truck. He put the bag in his pocket and entered the driver's seat-
Eric: What's up?
Eoin: It's nothing, listen. We need to go into New York real fast. I'll get you something while we're in the city. What do you want?
Eric: Oh! Can we get a Snorlax pillow?!
Eoin: A- A what?
Eric: Oh man, its one of those big bed things that, that you shoot the stuffing in and it's so fucking cool!
Eoin: You know what? That does sound cool, alright.
Eric: YAY!
-The brothers drive into New York City, the same city they keep coming back to, over and over again. The pair drive by a now empty lot where a tower of a building once stood. Where they once resided. They eventually reach the Hammerstein Ball Room arena. Eoin enters the building alone. Inside at the receptionist is the man from the Zoom call, Rick. He's not paying any mind or attention to the front only focused on his work-
Rick: I'm sorry sir, the Hammerstein is closed for the evening.
Eoin: I'm Eoin O'Rourke. I'm not here for a show, I'm here for *my* show.
Rick: Oh. Yes, Mr. O'Rourke, I wasn't expecting you this late. Uh, here you go. The card, and your opponnets files here. Did you need to know anything about them?
-Eoin grabs the papers and looks at them disappointingly and looks back at Rick-
Eoin: I don't need to know anything about people who are already walking corpses.
-The color on Rick's face goes away as Eoin smirks and walks out of the ballroom-