[Fade Up] [The scene cuts to Tracy Lynn Brisbois who is standing with Lancaster.] [BRISBOIS]: Tank you, I am standing 'ere with de reigning CSWA Great Plains Champion His Excellency... [Lancaster, already sensing Brisbois' condescending tone, corrects her.] [LANCASTER]: His Grace. [Brisbois narrows her eyes.] [BRISBOIS]: His Grace Robert Lancaster II, who iz tonight going up against the mighty, de powerful, Jonny Five. 'fter last week's encounter, are you not trepidatious 'bout this match, knowing that Five nearly beat you within an inch of yer life? [Stephanie Lancaster frowns at Brisbois, who returns the favour gladly. The two ladies did not particularly enjoy the other's company. Lancaster answers.] [LANCASTER]: I can assure you Ms. Brisbois that I am not as trepidatious as one Douglas Daniels, but that is another matter. Jonny Five is a fine athlete, one of the best, bar none, however all his anger and rage is not focused. He would make a fine modernist painter, but as a wrestler, he really needs direction. That is where I feel I have the edge. And he shall know this in the flesh in a few mere moments. [BRISBOIS]: Well what of dis oath or whatever it is you made, that you will spill Monsieur Five's blood tenfold what he did to you last week? [Lancaster smirks a devious smirk as he turns to the camera.] [LANCASTER]: All I can say to that is what I have already said: "He forfeits his own blood that spills another." [He peers down into Brisbois' eyes.] [LANCASTER]: Just watch me. [The Duke adjusts his championship on his shoulder, and takes Stephanie by the hand, and walks off.]
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