God

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The Half Boy

The camera's go backstage, where we see Logan V from behind, adjusting his equipment. His mask is rolled up on top of his head, and as he hears the cameraman approach, he pulls it down over his face, and turns around. He stares into the camera for a second, and then motions with his finger for it to follow him. As he walks down the corridor, he addresses the camera.

Logan V: So at Uprising, it seems our glorious general manager has given me a shot at the face of the Brotherhood, that worthless piece of gutter trash, Guardian Devil.

This is a man who seems to think that Wrestling is a mathematics puzzle. All he does is walk around with a head full of numbers. He plays the numbers game when he runs around with the Brotherhood, like a pack of wolves. He likes to spout off his purported win streak, and let me tell you something about that; His win streak makes Gillberg's look like the most above board bit of accounting in the history of the sport. His first comment when he found out I was going to get a shot at him was to complain that someone with my win-loss record isn't worthy to challenge for his title.

Well if you're so interested in numbers, here are a couple I've picked out, just for you.

Three. That's the number of times the referee's hands are gonna hit the mat, when I hit you with The End of the Line.

Five. That's the number of digits on my right hand. The hand I'm going to smash right down your throat.

Fourteen. That's the amount of dollars it's going to cost me, when I take that title of yours into the metal shop, and have the word Brotherhood scratched off it.

By now, the camera has followed Logan V all the way out of the building, and into the parking lot. There, he stands underneath the sign that reads "CWA: Uprising! SOLD OUT!"

LV: Fourteen Thousand: That's the number of people who'll be sat in this arena, not to mention the millions watching on pay per view, who are going to see me take away everything that you hold so dear.

One. That's the number that's gonna snuggle up, nice and close, to that number 18 in your win-loss column.

When I came to the CWA, I doubted myself. I wasn't sure that I had what it took to make a difference. But now I've got a mission. I've got a goal. Because I am taking it as my solemn vow that I will wipe you out of this federation, one way another.

Because just when you think you've got an answer, I'll change the question.

Logan V tilts his head to one side, nods, and walks away, this time without the cameraman.

Fade to black.

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Guardian Devil

*Cameras pan backstage to find the Guardian Devil sitting quietly alone, seemingly lost in thought*

GD: “Man….where the fug is everyone today?” *GD looks around the room* “It’s seemingly……Brotherhoodless?? Hello? Pain? Quinn? Lil Pain? Bueller?” *GD bows his head in disappointment.*

GD: “Well fine, I guess I’ll just play by myself!” Guardian Devil picks up the Xbox controller to play a game, several hours go by and after GD realizes the time, sets down the controller.

GD: “ Did everyone go on vacation and I just didn’t realize it?” GD checks the calendar to see when the trip to Disney World was setup. “No, it most certainly isn’t July yet, this is prepostiferous! I guess I’ll just take a little trip to the ring and talk to my people.”

GD exits the Brotherhood locker room and waltzes towards the ring. As he approaches the curtain, he’s stopped in his tracks by Michelle Kelly.

Michelle: “Mr. Devil! Mr. Devil! Can I get a quick word with you?!”

GD: “Well sure Miss Thang, what can I do you for?”

Michelle: “GD, there’s rumors going around that there’s dissention in the Brotherhood, made clear by the apparent lack of your partners during what could possibly be the Brotherhood’s biggest night in the CWA so far. Any truth to that?”

GD: *Deep in thought* ”Missy, is there something you know about that you’d like to elaborafy on? Cuz let me tell you my day so far. I woke up this morning, I had my bowl of Marshmellow froot loops yannow? Rescued the Brotherhood heavyweight championship from the previous night of taco-dippery, cleaned it up a bit and put it neatly on the chair to conveniently gleam in a neato little desk lamp for convenient camera work. Yeah that’s right, I said gleam. I worked out a bit in the Brotherhood secret gym, to which I’m not going to reveal the location to no matter how much you beg me.” *Michelle rolls her eyes* ”I get all fresh and tasty and go back to the locker room to realize, none of my boys were hanging around. Now, that could only mean 1 of 2 things. #1, somebody has abducted them. Perhaps their respective opponents for this evening. Now, I can’t really talk about Quinn, but what Pain finds in Roberto is up to him and his God. OR #2, they have suddenly become invisible people. Should that be the case, I am A) quite jealous of them and B) curious if that has any effect on your libido. So, unless you are privy to some certain informaciones that I’m not, no, I don’t believe there is any dissention. But now that you’re here, you totally just saved me a trip to the ring to talk about this evening’s activities.”

Michelle: “That was actually the other reason I decided to drop by. Well that and the fact that I have nothing else to do. Do you have a response to some of the things Logan V said about you earlier?”

GD: “Indeedy do! First off, I must admit something terrible. Contrary to popular belief, I’m number deficient. *GD silently whimpers* SO clearly, I have no idear what you are quantificating with all your fancy people talk. But I shall do my best to pontificate on the numbers you did point out.

Three: I have yet to see this mysterious “three count” you’ve mentioned and I want you to know full well, you sure as h e double hickory sticks wont be the first one to introduce me to it.

Five: As far as you, how did you put this now, smash your five fingers down my throat? I propose to you a question. Are you secretly from a bulimia society and are trying to convert me? Sir, I don’t work like that. This body is the byproduct of Mountain Dew and a secret blend of Brotherhood ingredients (HGH). And if not, if you can manage to fit your hand into my big mouth, I can only imagine it would be as painful for you as you imagine it is for me.

Fourteen: Sir, I shall have you know that this title is of the finest tin/gold hybrid quality that the former fed that I patrolled could afford. I assure you that your number here is skewed. I’m thinking something more along the lines of $13.99 for the new plate engraving. But perhaps I can save you some money here by crushing you tonight. By my calculations, that should be a big zero out of your miniscule winner’s purse.

I also propose to you a few new numbers…and perhaps some equations?!?

One Plus Three Equals the new record for you after I maul you tonight, apparently such a massive winning streak, maybe you’ll earn a shot at the world title next after Pain craps out on me.

Twenty Plus Zero, which is an actual winning streak, MY streak. I explain this to you as you’ll never see anything like it in your lifetime, which as far as I can tell is 1 on top of my current 19-0, sorry to correct you.

Zero: The amount of championships you’ll obtain in CWA. Don’t worry, you can rejoin your rightful place next to the rest of the losers here when I’m done with you.

So Michelle, did I cover enough math for today?”

Michelle: “Um…….yes?”

GD: “K bai. I gotta find my people. I’m starting to think this invisible paint thing may be dangerous for their health!”

*GD bolts off down the hallway screaming for his partners*

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The Half Boy

The cameras cut away to show Logan V, watching Guardian Devil's interview on a backstage monitor. He nods, and starts walking through the corridor, when he spots Michelle Kelly coming towards him. She smiles at seeing him, and shuffles up to him.

Michelle Kelly: Logan V, I've just been tal...

Logan V: *Interupts* Yeah, I saw.

MK: Do you have any response to his statements?

LV: Not so much a response, it's more of an observation. Because I saw something on that monitor that I've been longing to see for quite a while. I saw a member of the Brotherhood scared. Scared because he's suddenly the only little deer left in the woods. And he's scared because he realises that without the rest of the herd to look after him, and carry him along that he is very, very vunerable.

MK: So are you feeling confident going into the big match?

LV: I feel more than confident. I feel exuberant. For too long the Brotherhood thought they were a wolf pack, but now it's time to show them just how wrong they were, and just how big a threat I can be.

MK: So you won't be needing me to give you a little pep talk this time, huh?

LV: Yeah, I think it's fair to say that Logan V is back, and that I'm well in control. Because after all, just when they think they've got an answer...

Logan V points at Michelle Kelly, who half smiles, and replies:

MK: You'll change the question?

LV: You're damn right.

With that, Logan V walks away, rubbing his gloved hands together.

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