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(CUT TO: The flames of the fireplace of Hellfire Club World Headquarters. The camera pans back and shows DORCHESTER STRATTON, BLAINE HOLLYWOOD and JJ DEVILLE sitting in high-backed "lords of finance" chairs, all wearing blue blazers and white dress shirts. Standing in the middle, leaning a little towards Dorchester, is Hellfire Club Executive Administrator VERONICA ABRAMS RUMSFELD, wearing a blue blazer over a white sundress.)
RUMSFELD: "Are you starting to get it? Are you starting to understand? What happened in Portland is just the START. What happened in Portland was the first indication of what awaits you all! The Hellfire Club doesn't just beat people up -- although we'll certainly do that. No. What we do is come up with a strategy, execute it and perform MASTERSTROKES that lead to ENDGAME SCENARIOS! Our first coup at Reloaded was just that -- our FIRST coup. How shall we could the ways which we were victorious? I'll let my SHMOOPIE explain what happened first."
(Dorchester gets up and adjusts his suit jacket. He then looks at Veronica and tongue kisses her.)
DORCHESTER: "Jack Bryant, I've given you SOME credit in our war. Most men alive would have tucked tail and run away after they got mowed down by a car. But you? You just keep on coming and coming. You refuse to quit. That, Jack, is going to be why it's going to be so delicious when I finally BREAK you. And I WILL break you. Because Jack, as tough and as rugged as you are... you're just as stupid. You and Malik tagging up? You putting yourself in the middle of a ring just days after our formation -- just days after the most devious, cunning, ruthless alliance in professional wrestling history was formed? You, Jack, walked yourself into a MINE FIELD. You, Jack, walked right in front of the firing squad. We tore you apart like a pack of dogs. How did it feel when I flipped in the air and crashed right on those ribs? And Jack -- get USED to that. I forgot how much fun it was to stand over someone from the top and to fly and land on another human being. I... I've grown so USED to kicking in skulls that I lost the taste I had in my mouth for the unbelievable. I used to say that I would 'DIE TRYING' to win a match. Now, Jack? I'll 'DIE TRYING' to take your title and end your career."
(Dorchester lets out a cocky laugh as he returns to his seat. Now Blaine steps forward.)
BLAINE: "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? The Hellfire Club's second STRIKE was almost as lethal as the first. If the first strike came with an EPEE SWORD, the second came with the rifle shot of a trained marksman who perfected his craft while riding on horseback shooting peregrine falcons and red-talied foxes BOTH throughout the woods of England's Midlands! You only learn such tactics -- perfectly executed gamesmanship -- if you are the true elite... IF YOU ARE AN OXONIAN! It was so delicious to see what happened. Malik Anderson is a garbage person who never THANKED ME for making him into someone who briefly counted for a few hours of his life. Malik Anderson, if it was not for me, you would never have been legally able to vote. You'd be taking your 'doo rag' and placing on a third coat of wax on the luxury car of someone such as myself, standing there hoping that you were given a paltry tip! Malik, hearing you scream and wince in pain on the floor has made me so incredibly happy. Malik, you know better than anyone WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF DOING. Thus, I suspect that you're already having someone read your retirement papers, since you can't read them yourself."
(Blaine stands there. JJ stands up for his turn.)
BLAINE: "I'M NOT FINISHED YET!" (JJ is taken aback for a second, but then waves a hand of apology and sits back down.) "You see, I am more than just an OXONIAN! I am also the greatest tag team wrestler in HISTORY. On top of destroying two of our greatest foes, we've also RIGGED the structure of the tag team division of New Frontier Wrestling. Phil Aitken and Teddy Alexander? YOU'RE WELCOME! You managed to make it in the match against The Superfly Express ONLY BECAUSE WE DEEMED IT SO! You now have a chance to win the Everett Memorial Championships -- belts that are internationally famous ONLY BECAUSE I MADE THEM SO!" (Blaine turns to JJ.) "MR. DEVILLE... would you like to explain to these CHURLS what our strategy is all about?"
(JJ immediately gets up.)
JJ: "Ohhhh you know I'll take any chance to address CHURLS that I can! You see, Aiken and Alexander -- you guys haven't been in New Frontier Wrestling all that long. You two are relative newcomers -- AND nobodies -- who have found yourself in a spotlight that we've cast you in. you two going up against Nova and Jack Harmen. Why oh why is that? Well, The Hellfire Club is far from dumb. In fact, we're the most brilliant strategic minds to ever join under one umbrella. The three of us quickly realized that we don't have a lot of experience teaming together -- much like you peons. So, we're going to watch studiously how you go about doing your business against The Superflys. Most people in NFW know me as the guy who shut down the backstage catering and put everyone's cell phone numbers out on our website." (JJ looks at his stable mates.) "I took yours down, guys. But what most people don't know -- and what they're going to know, soon -- is exactly how good I am in the squared circle. If you give me about 36 hours, I'll know how to do every single one of your moves. So we'll see how you take on The Superflys. Now, you're most likely not going to BEAT them. So we'll see what worked for you and take that... and we'll see what didn't work for you and will FIX that... bring in what WE do best... and we'll have those shiny belts in a matter of minutes. And if by some miracle you two dumb dumbs DO beat The Superflys?" (JJ purses his lips.) "Then it's a SQUASH MATCH. So, guys, thanks, because no matter what happens, WE WIN! WE WIN! JJ DEVILLE WINS! THE HELLFIRE CLUB WINS! JUST AS WE ALWAYS DO!"
(JJ purses his lips and gets up, standing behind a smirking Veronica.)
JJ: "And before we G-O GO... I just want to take the time to once again thank Randall Knox for reminding the world that I OWN HIS MIND! On the cusp of a chance to win the most coveted possession in professional wrestling today... there you are TALKING ABOUT ME! TALKING ABOUT THE HELLFIRE CLUB! In your two media appearances after Reloaded, about 95% of your time has been spent talking not about our champion Castor V. Stryfe BUT ABOUT ME AND THE H-EFF-CEE! Not so bad for a group of men who supposedly don't matter. Do you know what that tells me, Randall? It tells me, Knox, that I've knocked you off your game. Now, I know you'll come out here non-plussed and talk in that Asperger's like cadence of which we've become so accustomed and deny it. But, Knox, you're obsessed with me and with us because I HAUNT YOUR MIND! Well, like our letter to you said -- we have no war with you. Because we're only at war with people who matter. And if by miracle you do beat Castor Stryfe, then we'll destroy you. But until then... you don't matter. And, oh, I know what you're going to say next -- that you thought we weren't going to talk to you or about you after our last correspondence. Well, my man..." (JJ looks around and smirks.) "WE'RE HEELS! WE LIE! JUST! LIKE! YOU! BUT UNLIKE YOU... WE ACTUALLY WIN!"
(JJ goes and sits back down in his throne, cackling with laughter, pounding on the side of the chair. Dorchester and Blaine are more reserved.)
RUMSFELD: "Our arch-enemies? Physically crushed. Emotionally devastated. Spiritually humiliated. This has happened so swiftly. So quickly. And it hasn't even started yet. Do what thou wilt, NFW. Because The Hellfire Club will!"
(FTB)
RUMSFELD: "Are you starting to get it? Are you starting to understand? What happened in Portland is just the START. What happened in Portland was the first indication of what awaits you all! The Hellfire Club doesn't just beat people up -- although we'll certainly do that. No. What we do is come up with a strategy, execute it and perform MASTERSTROKES that lead to ENDGAME SCENARIOS! Our first coup at Reloaded was just that -- our FIRST coup. How shall we could the ways which we were victorious? I'll let my SHMOOPIE explain what happened first."
(Dorchester gets up and adjusts his suit jacket. He then looks at Veronica and tongue kisses her.)
DORCHESTER: "Jack Bryant, I've given you SOME credit in our war. Most men alive would have tucked tail and run away after they got mowed down by a car. But you? You just keep on coming and coming. You refuse to quit. That, Jack, is going to be why it's going to be so delicious when I finally BREAK you. And I WILL break you. Because Jack, as tough and as rugged as you are... you're just as stupid. You and Malik tagging up? You putting yourself in the middle of a ring just days after our formation -- just days after the most devious, cunning, ruthless alliance in professional wrestling history was formed? You, Jack, walked yourself into a MINE FIELD. You, Jack, walked right in front of the firing squad. We tore you apart like a pack of dogs. How did it feel when I flipped in the air and crashed right on those ribs? And Jack -- get USED to that. I forgot how much fun it was to stand over someone from the top and to fly and land on another human being. I... I've grown so USED to kicking in skulls that I lost the taste I had in my mouth for the unbelievable. I used to say that I would 'DIE TRYING' to win a match. Now, Jack? I'll 'DIE TRYING' to take your title and end your career."
(Dorchester lets out a cocky laugh as he returns to his seat. Now Blaine steps forward.)
BLAINE: "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? The Hellfire Club's second STRIKE was almost as lethal as the first. If the first strike came with an EPEE SWORD, the second came with the rifle shot of a trained marksman who perfected his craft while riding on horseback shooting peregrine falcons and red-talied foxes BOTH throughout the woods of England's Midlands! You only learn such tactics -- perfectly executed gamesmanship -- if you are the true elite... IF YOU ARE AN OXONIAN! It was so delicious to see what happened. Malik Anderson is a garbage person who never THANKED ME for making him into someone who briefly counted for a few hours of his life. Malik Anderson, if it was not for me, you would never have been legally able to vote. You'd be taking your 'doo rag' and placing on a third coat of wax on the luxury car of someone such as myself, standing there hoping that you were given a paltry tip! Malik, hearing you scream and wince in pain on the floor has made me so incredibly happy. Malik, you know better than anyone WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF DOING. Thus, I suspect that you're already having someone read your retirement papers, since you can't read them yourself."
(Blaine stands there. JJ stands up for his turn.)
BLAINE: "I'M NOT FINISHED YET!" (JJ is taken aback for a second, but then waves a hand of apology and sits back down.) "You see, I am more than just an OXONIAN! I am also the greatest tag team wrestler in HISTORY. On top of destroying two of our greatest foes, we've also RIGGED the structure of the tag team division of New Frontier Wrestling. Phil Aitken and Teddy Alexander? YOU'RE WELCOME! You managed to make it in the match against The Superfly Express ONLY BECAUSE WE DEEMED IT SO! You now have a chance to win the Everett Memorial Championships -- belts that are internationally famous ONLY BECAUSE I MADE THEM SO!" (Blaine turns to JJ.) "MR. DEVILLE... would you like to explain to these CHURLS what our strategy is all about?"
(JJ immediately gets up.)
JJ: "Ohhhh you know I'll take any chance to address CHURLS that I can! You see, Aiken and Alexander -- you guys haven't been in New Frontier Wrestling all that long. You two are relative newcomers -- AND nobodies -- who have found yourself in a spotlight that we've cast you in. you two going up against Nova and Jack Harmen. Why oh why is that? Well, The Hellfire Club is far from dumb. In fact, we're the most brilliant strategic minds to ever join under one umbrella. The three of us quickly realized that we don't have a lot of experience teaming together -- much like you peons. So, we're going to watch studiously how you go about doing your business against The Superflys. Most people in NFW know me as the guy who shut down the backstage catering and put everyone's cell phone numbers out on our website." (JJ looks at his stable mates.) "I took yours down, guys. But what most people don't know -- and what they're going to know, soon -- is exactly how good I am in the squared circle. If you give me about 36 hours, I'll know how to do every single one of your moves. So we'll see how you take on The Superflys. Now, you're most likely not going to BEAT them. So we'll see what worked for you and take that... and we'll see what didn't work for you and will FIX that... bring in what WE do best... and we'll have those shiny belts in a matter of minutes. And if by some miracle you two dumb dumbs DO beat The Superflys?" (JJ purses his lips.) "Then it's a SQUASH MATCH. So, guys, thanks, because no matter what happens, WE WIN! WE WIN! JJ DEVILLE WINS! THE HELLFIRE CLUB WINS! JUST AS WE ALWAYS DO!"
(JJ purses his lips and gets up, standing behind a smirking Veronica.)
JJ: "And before we G-O GO... I just want to take the time to once again thank Randall Knox for reminding the world that I OWN HIS MIND! On the cusp of a chance to win the most coveted possession in professional wrestling today... there you are TALKING ABOUT ME! TALKING ABOUT THE HELLFIRE CLUB! In your two media appearances after Reloaded, about 95% of your time has been spent talking not about our champion Castor V. Stryfe BUT ABOUT ME AND THE H-EFF-CEE! Not so bad for a group of men who supposedly don't matter. Do you know what that tells me, Randall? It tells me, Knox, that I've knocked you off your game. Now, I know you'll come out here non-plussed and talk in that Asperger's like cadence of which we've become so accustomed and deny it. But, Knox, you're obsessed with me and with us because I HAUNT YOUR MIND! Well, like our letter to you said -- we have no war with you. Because we're only at war with people who matter. And if by miracle you do beat Castor Stryfe, then we'll destroy you. But until then... you don't matter. And, oh, I know what you're going to say next -- that you thought we weren't going to talk to you or about you after our last correspondence. Well, my man..." (JJ looks around and smirks.) "WE'RE HEELS! WE LIE! JUST! LIKE! YOU! BUT UNLIKE YOU... WE ACTUALLY WIN!"
(JJ goes and sits back down in his throne, cackling with laughter, pounding on the side of the chair. Dorchester and Blaine are more reserved.)
RUMSFELD: "Our arch-enemies? Physically crushed. Emotionally devastated. Spiritually humiliated. This has happened so swiftly. So quickly. And it hasn't even started yet. Do what thou wilt, NFW. Because The Hellfire Club will!"
(FTB)