Just An Example Now

[[The blackness slowly fades away and you can clearly see that you are outside of a really nice building. There appears to be about fifteen floors, tinted windows, looks very expensive indeed. You look to the left and you see the entrance to the parking garage. What caused you to look this way? Well, the doors opened as none other than Percy Snow stepped through, out of the parking garage. With him is the man you recognize as his agent, Mike Timsley. Percy's got on what appears to be black baggy Pelle Pelle jeans and a wifebeater. Timsley is dressed in a gray suit and appears to be pretty excited as he walks. You can tell that Percy doesn't exactly like having Mike around, but understands the necessity in some situations. Mike sees the camera and stops abruptly. Percy sees it and smiles, loving the attention he gets because of it. Mike reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out and searches frantically for a lighter. Percy laughs and pulls one out of his pocket, lighting the cig for Mike as the camera closes in.]]

Percy Snow: I don't understand how you can smoke those, knowing full well that it will kill you. It's like a slow suicide.

Mike Timsley: And I don't understand how you can wrestle, knowing that it destroys your body everytime you're in the ring.

Percy Snow: You smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, I haven't had a match since November 20th.

Mike Timsley: Look, I have my quirks, you have yours, let's not get into a discussion of my health here.

Percy Snow: I'm just saying that I can't have my agent dieing on me, how would I get the maximum money?

Mike Timsley: Drop it, don't make me show my violent side!

[[Percy looks down at the little 5'6 stocky bald man and can't help but chuckle at the thought.]]

Percy Snow: Don't kid yaself Mike, you are about as violent as that Alan Wadge cat.

Mike Timsley: Not unh, I'm way more scary, I'll kill ya!

Percy Snow: And your threats are the same too, I'll be damned. Mike, is there something you're not telling me?

Mike Timsley: Like what?

Percy Snow: You're an Italian Mafia Boss, aren't ya?

Mike Timsley: Just because I make threats that I know I can't back up and just because I act like a tough guy, that does not make me an Italian Mafia Boss, it makes me the mirror image of Mr. Wadge though, hahaha.

[[Percy cracks his trademark smirk as Mike tosses down the cigarette and they go inside, the camera fades out. When it fades back in, you are now sitting inside of an office suite. There's a very powerful looking man sitting behind the desk, with a nice armani suit on, hair styled up, very clean shaven and presentable. Mike is smoking in front of the smokeless ash tray as Percy is leaning back in the seat, with his feet kicked up on the nice oak table. There are very expensive looking paintings and statues around the office along with a picture of a wife and a baby girl on the desk.]]

Man: So you're saying this man has stated he will kill you and your whole family?

Percy Snow: That's right.

Man: You got proof?

Percy Snow: Mike....

[[Mike reaches inside his sportcoat and pulls out a video tape. He hands it to the man, who stands up. He pulls down a flat screen TV, sticks the VCR somewhere under his desk and next thing you know, you are looking at Alan Wadge's ugly mug on the screen. The only words you hear him say are "You must make sure that his family is dead by noon." After that, the man stops the tape and the screen goes back into the ceiling. The man turns back to Percy who is looking at him like "I told you so."]]

Man: Well, it's obvious he's a wannabe Mafia guy so a jury would have a hard time convicting him. They'd say it was obvious he posed no threat to you.

Percy Snow: Look Larry....look at those goddamn pictures on your desk....look at Linda....look at Christina......you tell me what'd you do if it was them.

Larry: Look, I can put charges on him and have him locked up for it easily.

Percy Snow: I know there's a but coming on.

Larry: But.....honestly, you'd be better just whippin his ass and moving on.

Percy Snow: I can't do both?

Larry: You know you'll beat him easily, so why bother with the criminal charges?

Percy Snow: To prove a point.

[[Larry smiles.]]

Larry: To prove a point?

Percy Snow: Yea.

Larry: What point?

Percy Snow: If I send him to jail, then all this fake Mafia wannabe crap will end. You don't understand, just like Ironfist, I am on a mission to save the World!

Larry: Save the World from what? Fake Italians?

Percy Snow: I shall save the World from the worst people of them all.

Larry: And who are the worst people?

Percy Snow: POSERS!!!

Larry: Hahahaha.

[[Mike lets out a deep sigh as he knows Percy wants to embark on a war. Percy looks at Mike and gives him the look as if to say "Don't open your mouth." Mike lights up another cigarette as Percy looks at Larry.]]

Percy Snow: So can we make an example out of this cat?

Larry: I'll make him the poster boy for why everyone should be who they are and not pose as anyone else.

Percy Snow: Promise?

Larry: Of course.

Percy Snow: Good lookin out man.

Larry: As long as you keep payin my bills as your lawyer, then I'll keep gettin all the shit done.

Percy Snow: Money...that reminds me....

Larry: Of what?

Percy Snow: There's this sports card shop, the owner's a real cool guy, but he's too old to run it according to him. I need you to negotiate the sale of it to me.

Larry: Just fax me the info and I'll get it done.

Percy Snow: I'll get on it. You know that sexual harassment suit on me?

Larry: Already got you cleared. She didn't have a real case, she settled for 25 g's, which most of that don't come from your pocket anyways.

Percy Snow: Aight then Larry, keep it up. I'll be back to holla atcha later on.

[[Percy stands and is immediately followed by Mike Timsley. The two leave the office and step into the elevator. As the doors close, Percy lets out a sigh and leans back against the wall.]]

Percy Snow: I'm not so sure I want this lifestyle again Mike.

Mike Timsley: You're a hustler by nature kid.

Percy Snow: I meant wrestling.

Mike Timsley: You like the attention though.

Percy Snow: Yea, but dealing with all these haters.

Mike Timsley: True. But didn't that used to be your favorite part? Shutting people up?

Percy Snow: I think I'm getting too old for this.

Mike Timsley: You're 20!

Percy Snow: 20? Oh yea huh.....well fuck then....I'm good ta go.

[[The elevator doors open as Mike smacks himself in the head.]]

Percy Snow: Shouldn't smack yaself Mike, it's dangerous.

[[Mike sighs as Percy heads out of the double glass doors and back towards the parking garage. Mike runs to catch up.]]

Percy Snow: Ya know Mike....I been thinkin.

Mike Timsley: Bout what?

Percy Snow: This Alan guy.

Mike Timsley: You aren't getting nervous, are ya?

Percy Snow: Hahahaha, no. See, before, I was just gonna beat him quick and move on.

Mike Timsley: Now you realize it might be a challenge?

Percy Snow: No, now I decided to put on a clinic and practive every move I know on the poor little kid.

Mike Timsley: What, Larry making an example out of him outside the ring isn't enough?

[[Percy reaches the silver Bentley and opens the door, looks at Mike, smirks and says....]]

Percy Snow: Nope.

[[He hops in the ride and starts it as Mike rushes to the other side and hops in. The scene fades to black.]]