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Date Posted: 17:58:50 01/07/02 Mon
Scene opens in the streets of Chicago, some distance from the HWA arena. Life has pretty much returned to normal, especially for the wrestlers of the HWA. Our scene spots John Taylor walking down the streets, looking the same has we have seen him. Unemotional and uncaring. The streets are not as crowded at this time of day, but it is a work day, so many are working. Taylor speaks outloud to himself.
JT: Why is it that he wants to seem me after so long? And why is he in Chicago? I thought he was back in New York. Well, might as well see what he has to say.
He continues down street until he hears some screaming. He looks down an alleyway to see a woman being attacked by a few people.
JT: What brave people.
Taylor causally walks towards the group, and as he is about to say something, the woman flatens the guy holding her., and begin pummeling the other one. The third gang member tries to sneak up on her, but Taylor grabs him and sends him to the ground hurting. The woman finishes up the last one and the remaining scatter. She looks over to Taylor, who is just standing there.
I know you. Your my teachers best friend.
JT: I reconize your fighting style, which is mine, actually. And I do know you. Your Allison Kempt. Last I saw you, you were a little shorter and taking over the intermediate division.
Allison: Nice of you to remember, John Taylor. And thank you for giving me a hand here.
JT: You didn't need my help. Your a big girl.
AK: So, where are you going?
JT: To visit an old friend.
AK: Well, I hope you do well.
Taylor walks off, without saying much else. The scene shifts into the inside of a dojo, and a lone figure in the middle, doing various moves of a preticular sytle. We reconize him as former wrestler, Sean Huntin. After finishing, he grabs a towel, and stops, looking around. He then throws the towel across the room, where Taylor is, leaning against the wall, and grabs the towel.
Your getting old, Sean.
SH: Up yours, John.
I've been here for a good fifteen minutes. If I was somebody else, you would probally be dead.
I doubt it, John. My sense's aren't that dull, but then again I haven't had an equal to train with for a few years.
I'm sure things are well.
Taylor walks over to his old friend and throws back the towel.
So, what did you want to talk about?
Life outside the HWA...
If it's about that resturant idea you had my answer is still no.
Not that, it's this. I need somebody else to help teach the students, and non of my black belts are ready to take on such things on their own.
So you want me to give up my career and be your partner?
Pretty much. Many of my students reconize you and would be honored to be taught by you.
That and the fact that you want to get more business and more money.
That obvious?
Indeed.
Is your opponent that obvious to know what's going to happen to him?
No, he's a rookie in this league, and has no idea what's in store for him. But this will be a good lesson for him. Know who to fight and when to fight them. However, when I'm done with the rookie I'm going after somebody else and make him suffer for what he did.
Interfered in your match.
Actually, my match was canceled. But he attacked me as I left the ring. Caught surprised.
How was that possible, oh great, all knowing one?
Bastard. Can be catched off guard when they are waiting two feet from you from the very beginning.
Oh. That's always like you, John. "Returning the favor to does that do unto you," I believe you said before.
And I keep my promises. Mystic will learn not to cross my path again.
Poor Mystic......whoever that is.
Well, you have your own things to worry about......oh, and I think your training your students well. I met up with Allison today, and she took care of these three guys ganging on her.
At least I'm doing that well. I wish you the best of luck.
They shake hands, and Taylor walks away. The scene fades to black.
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