Post by The Calgary Connection on Nov 2, 2005 15:07:32 GMT -5
THE FIXER.
THE HATCHET.
THE CALGARY CONNECTION.
THE HATCHET.
THE CALGARY CONNECTION.
Edmonton, Alberta
November 2
1:17 P.M.
[In a late model black sedan, two glasses and suit wearing men sit. The larger of the two men is lounging in the driver's seat, jacket off and sleeves rolled up. His glasses are still on. The slimmer of the two men sits in the passenger side, chin in hand as he gazes out the window. His suit is still impeccable. The camera view is from the back seat, capturing the ]
THE HATCHET: I wish this guy would get here already so we could do our job and get out of here.
THE FIXER: I had hoped that after all these years, my disagreeociate, you would have learned a greater deal of patience. Good things come to those who wait.
THE HATCHET: [cracking his knuckles.] And bad things come to those who make ME wait.
[The Hatchet tries to settle in more comfortably. The Fixer continues to gaze out the window, seemingly detached. He begins to speak, softly but with a voice of steel.]
THE FIXER: Good things come to those who wait. Who was the first person to say that, I've often wondered. Perhaps a wine maker, or a fisherman in the old country. The Calgary Connection had waited for months, for Monday Night. Yet on Monday night, D-X, by hook and by crook, your team took home the Tag Team Championships. I will not say you were the better team on that night; you were merely craftier. Another old familia saying, D-X, is this: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Tomorrow night is an opportunity. An opportunity for The Calgary Connection to reclaim some of their prestige and begin revenging ourselves on you, Kyle Roberts, and your partner The Beast. An opportunity to open up new avenues for The Calgary Connection. Our goal? To become the NAPW Tag Team Champions. Were you hoping that The Hatchet and myself were going to simply fade away when you stole the gold from us? That perhaps we would return to Calgary and never again show our faces in the NAPW? My disagreeociate would say something along the lines of...
Fat chance.
Static. Kyle Roberts. The Fixer. A Three-Way Dance. On the line? Pride. Money. We want a rematch with you, D-X. And if our path towards that championship rematch drives a path through you, Mr. Roberts, and you, Mr. Static, then so be it. Play the cards you're dealt, they say.
[The Fixer clears his throat. He adjusts his glances and continues speaking, voice softer than ever at first...and gradually growing in intensity.]
It will not happen a second time, Mr. Roberts. We've seen to that. We've taken extra precautions and added extra preparation. Tomorrow night at Action I've two men to take out. Since monday my sights have been set squarely on both of you, zeroed in. Locked. Focused. I rarely miss, Mr. Roberts and Mr. Static. Good things come to those who wait, gentlemen...
[The Fixer turns his head to face the camera through the gap in the middle of the seats. Slowly, he removes his glasses, revealing slate gray eyes. He nods slowly as he speaks the final sentence.]
And I am ever so patient. Adieu.
[Fixer reaches past the lens and turns the camera off.]