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Date Posted: 21:10:03 07/30/03 Wed
Author: "Strike Eagle" Jim Logan
Subject: Unleashing hell and the dogs of war.

(Scene opens at 7 pm, as the sun slowly sets over the downtown Dallas skyline. In one of the towering skyskcrapers of that signature skyline, a penthouse suite is occupied by a new tenant. As Jim steps outside and looks at the miles of city, he smiles as he walks along poolside.)

Jim: There are two types of people in this world. Leaders and followers. Leaders know when to pull the strings. They are natural commanders. They are selected by nature, to be the best. Leaders are charismatic, strong, emotional when the moment commands it. Every word I've used, has been described bout me.

Then we have followers. Guys who want to be the best, but just don't have that little extra to be the best. Followers copycat and accept mediocrity for success. Followers can never enjoy their laurels, because they feel they are being cheated out of something they've never earned in the first place.

Ronnie, admit it. Your a follower. A copycat artist. A cheap ripoff of me. Even with your new accolade, instead of cherishing it and reaffirming yourself in it.. What do you do?

You whine and bitch, like an unworthy spoiled brat.

(Jim sits down and lights a cigar.)

Your recent whining sounds more like...

(In the peanuts style)

Whaw whaw whaw, whaw whaw whaw whaw whaw, whaw...

You have to be the most pathetic excuse for fighter that I have ever seen in all of my days in this business. For God's sake.. your the honorable champion and your still whining. Its still not good enough.

Its ungreatful little bastards like you, that define why you will never have the respect I have. You will always be second fiddle to me. I have neither the time nor the patience to waste time on some one with such pettyness.

So, poof... bitch be gone! I have bigger fish to fry. When I take the HWA by storm, and believe me I will. Your pathetic groups will not stand up to the best I will find. I will squash you and avenge myself at my calling, not yours. So whallow for me, little man. Cry your crockodile tears for me. Grate more cheeze with that whine.

The HWA was meant for fighters with the ability to roll with the punches. Its full of wonders and immortality. Its insatiable with desires to sooth the soul and make gods out of men...

But its not for the timid.

If you can't cut it, go hide under the bed. I'm done with you... for now.

I've got Chaz, and it seems he took a hint from Jeff Harris. That what I'm bringing just cannot be touched. Its now the begining of war, in the HWA. Chaz, its time for you to face up and deal with the General. I am the man who will conquer the HWA.

Nobody can stop me. Not Deadman, not Dreamer, not Kemono, and certainly not you. Whats it gonna be.

Will you fight or will u fry?

You have no choice in that. But I think your not into the game. I"m here waiting for you so we can do this.

So come out, Chazzy. Come out and get beat. Come out and face the Strike Eagle. Show me what you got. Make no bones bout it, I will be at Glory. This revolution of the HWA is taking place and you'll be another casualty of war. You will not be apart of the future of HWA. I will make certain of that.

Then the rest of you clowns have a choice to make. Your either with me or against me. The line in the sand has been made. The troops are preparing for combat. Lacing up our boots, putting the weapons in place, and moving with purpose. Nobody can stop this now.

(Jim smokes his cigar with a sadistic smile. He dreams of the furies to be unleashed and laughs. The puff of smoke echo's his laughs as camera fade to black.)

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