[Fade Up]
[Open up to a shot of CSWA President Robert Marshall sitting with his head bowed, a large ice pack situated across his neck and shoulders. A string of curse all which are censored stream out of his mouth as he adjust the pack to help ease the pain from Andrew's Far Beyond Driven DDT. From the corner of the camera a two sets of legs appear. The first is in a pair of faded loose fitting black leather pants that end in a pair of well worn Doc Martens. The second pair of legs are covered in faded Levis that are held up by a large thick black leather belt.]
[The person in the loose fitting leather pants drops to a crouch and the camera picks up the face of "The Loose Cannon" Ripper Longshanks. The second figure leans down and grabs the ice pack of Marshall's neck so that Ripper and Marshall can have a nice face to face talk. That second person is of course Jeremiah Blackwell. Ripper pushes his long black hair out of his face and begins to talk]
[RIPPER]: I hate to tell ya this Robert, but I DAMN well told ya this would happen. Andrews is a stubborn son of a bitch and well doesn't take kindly to being told what to do.
[Marshall lifts his head up and stares coldly at Ripper. Ripper just grins and continues talking]
[RIPPER]: So now where does that leave us.
[MARSHALL]: There is no US Ripper. Just me and two pains in the asses.
[RIPPER]: Yeah Adam-X is a pain in the ass no doubt about that. But Andrews has no love for Adam-X despite the little tyrst in the NWC so I wouldn't worry about Andrews biting ya in the asss. That is unless you try and test him. And well I don't think you will do that again.
[Marshall grunts but says nothing. Reaching out he snatches the ice away from Blackwell and places it back on his neck.]
[MARSHALL]: [angrily] Ripper remember our little talk a few weeks back. [Ripper nods but says nothing] Well I want you to get the ball rolling on that. The Authority still thinks they rule this place and well I think it's time you brought in some back up to help you out. AND I mean the sooner the better.
[Ripper looks at Blackwell and the mean share a menacing smile. Ripper stands up and taps Marshall on the head. Painfully Marshall looks up at the Loose Cannon]
[RIPPER]: You do know the consequences if he comes back don't you.
[MARSHALL]: Damn right I do but at this moment I'm ready to sell my soul to the Devill to knock The Authority down a notch or two.
[Ripper's next words turn Marshall's blood to ice]
[RIPPER]: Marshall you just did.............
[Fade out]