The entire world was full of hypocrites. Hypocrites who judged him for what he did to Logan Hunter when all he was trying to do was take out the trash. Logan Hunter was not a good person and he needed to be punished but just because Vincent was the one to do it suddenly he was the maniac.
These are the same type of people who would watch shows like Dexter or The Punisher and cheer those antiheroes along in their quest to rid the world of scum. They wished someone out there would take out the real scum that actually existed in reality.
That is until they saw it happening before them. Then suddenly they didn't want it anymore. Suddenly that was going too far.
Vincent wasn't the bad guy. He was the hero he was trying to save this company from the stain that is Logan Hunter. Nobody really wanted Logan around, Vincent was just the only one willing to actually do something about it, and actually wipe the scum away from this company.
He wasn't a bad guy he was The Chosen and he was chosen to rid this company of scum like Logan Hunter.
He was the chosen deliverer of justice not Liam Davis.
Most importantly he was the SCW roulette champion.
And he was ready to outshine everybody including his stupid needy sister.
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Vincent walked into the Lyons Den, with a proud look on his face, SCW Roulette Championship resting on his shoulder.
“Hello, your champion has arrived!” he said “Please don't everybody swarm me at once.”
The trainees collectively rolled their eyes, everyone doing their best to ignore him.
“Oh it's like that?” he said, “I am the ONLY champion around here now. Not to mention MY father started this school and since I carry his name I am the most important talent here now.”
When he continues to get ignored a scowl appears on his face, he stomps up to a young student of about 18 and gets in his face.
“Do you know who I am kid?” he said “I run this place. You need to show me respect because I could end you in an instant and you'd be gone from here.”
“...sorry I didn't mean…” the kid began.
“What's your name?” Vincent asked
“....Flash Flores” the kid replied. “I started training a couple weeks ago.”
Vincent laughed with the ridiculous name like that, this kid would never find himself a contract. Just more father coach Kaiser brought in to fill in the gaps in between the actual signed contracted talent, like himself.
“Well Flash.” Vincent said, stepping closer to the kids face, “Next time you see me, you shake my hand and you show me respect because I am the top talent around here, do you see anybody with a championship?”
“Well Alexander…” started Flores
“Alexander has no company anymore.”, said Vincent “Any championship you see him is irrelevant now. I am the ACTIVE champion.”
“I'm sorry… I didn't mean to offend..” said Flores
“You're new around here.” said Vincent “So you don't know the ropes yet, but next time you disrespect me like that I'll break you. Do you understand me? I will make sure your career is over before it can even begin.”
Vincent gets even closer truly face to face with the young student now.
“I…I understand…” said Flores nervously
They were getting eyes from some of the other students and then a voice came cracking through, Coach Keevee Kaiser.
“VINCENT LYONS JR.! LEAVE THAT STUDENT ALONE.” Kaiser said clearly not thrilled with Vincent at the moment.
With a smirk Vincent raised his hands and stepped back as the student went off to train in the opposite corner of the gym.
“My office.” said Coach Kaiser
“No.” said Vincent.
“No?” replied Coach Kaiser eyebrow raised
“That's what I said.” Vincent replied “No. I know you're just going to give me the third degree about my actions and how I'm out of control. But you don't understand, I don't care and I'm the one in control here.”
“You think you're in control?" Coach Kaiser replied "I control your contract, just as I control Victoria's, just as I control Eddie's. If I'm displeased with your performance, I can pull you anytime and have you replaced with any one of these students around here.”
“But you won't.” Vincent said with a smirk.
“And why won't I?” Coach Kaiser replied curiously.
“Because I'm making things exciting,"said Vincent “And I'm your only champion. You're not going to drop the contract of your only champion. Deep down you love your champions too much and deep down you know there's nobody that can replace me right now.”
“Is that what you think?” Coach Kaiser replied.
“It's what I know. The most you'll do is put me on leave.” said Vincent “You are too proud to actually pull any contracts. You will let the company close before you actually pull anybody's contract. If you want to use somebody new you'll just find a new company for them instead.”
“That's not true.” Coach Kaiser replied.
“Oh it is and you know it.“ Vincent replied “You're not changing any SCW contracts, it's going to be myself, Victoria and Eddie there until the place closes its doors or you fall into a situation where you need to step away for a while and have to pull all contracts.”
Coach Kaiser only listened.
“Yeah see, you know the truth.” Vincent smirked “Like it or not, I'm king around here now and everything within The Lyons Den will revolve around me, as it always should have with me being the son of the founder.”
“Well if you truly believe that.” said Coach Kaiser “Maybe you should think about how you're representing us, maybe you should think about how you're representing The Lyon's Den.”
Vincent just rolled his eyes.
“Yeah sure thing.“ Vincent said “Now if you'll excuse me, your champion has a match to prepare for.”
Vincent pushed past Coach Kaiser and found a nearby spot to begin his own training for his Violent Conduct match against Logan Hunter and Liam Davis.
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The cameras open and what looks to be an office of sorts perhaps at a Precinct, they focus on a cork board that has pictures of Logan Hunter and Liam Davis stuck on it like one might see when they're solving a case on some sort of CSI type show. The word wanted rests beneath each of their pictures with a list of crimes.
Next to the board stands Vincent Lyons Jr dressed rather nicely. Slacks, button up shirt, nice shoes, but there's still that creepy aura of insanity about him and that look of instability in his eyes. The roulette championship rests proudly on his shoulder.
“If my name was Frank Castle all you nerds would have loved what I did to Logan Hunter.” said Vincent “Because you all know he deserved the punishment I was giving him. You know this world would be a better place if it was rid of scumbags like Logan Hunter so why am I being labeled the villain when I'm actually trying to do something about it?”
He motions over to the board at Logan Hunter's picture.
“Logan Hunter has a laundry list of crimes he needs to be punished for.” said Vincent “Dragging a man via motorcycle, drunk in public, and just being a general douchebag to name a few. Is that the type of man you want as your Roulette Champion? An alcoholic who's had his balls removed by his girlfriend?”
Vincent pauses for a moment.
“People like him need to be dealt with.” Vincent said "And if nobody else is going to do it, I will if that makes me a bad guy then whatever. But I'm doing my part to make this world a better place for the greater good and that means cleansing it of filth.”
A dark sinister grin grows on his face.
“And rest assured Logan you are filth.” Vincent said, “Just like the rest of you from the Go gym or whatever your stupid little school is called. Newsflash if you're not from Wolfslair nobody gives a damn about you around here. But that doesn't bother any of us at the Lyons Den because we know that we are the superior school.”
He exhales.
“So as the champion of the Lyon's Den.” Vincent said “I am its leader and I'm the one that will show that we are better than Wolfslair, we are better than the Go Gym and we're better than the Heroes Academy. It's just the truth and you know what else is the truth Logan you walked right into my trap.”
He laughs to himself.
“Did you really buy that 'am I a champion' act?” Vincent said with a grin “The moment this championship was put in my hands, I knew I was The Chosen. I knew I was the one that deserved to be champion because they picked me, not you, not Liam, Davis me.”
He raps his finger against his chest twice.
“I knew they needed me to step up and be a leader.” said Vincent, “They needed my help making SCW a better place so what did I do? I set out a trap to attract the flies.”
He takes a short moment to pause.
“I knew all the scum desperate to prove something would jump at an open challenge.” said Vincent “And since I'm the best I wasn't concerned about who answered. But I knew it would be you. You've been crying about getting the championship back ever since you lost it to the guy in a cape. But you didn't realize what you accepted was your own execution. You didn't have to accept but your selfish nature made you do it and now you're going to get what's coming to you.”
He looks over at Logan's picture on the board again.
“All I'm doing is holding you responsible for your own crimes Logan.” said Vincent “You brought this upon yourself by being a piece of shit. A no good low life who's wasting oxygen. You don't deserve this championship, you never did. That's why Christian Underwood didn't give it back to you. Because you don't deserve it and nobody wants you around.”
He exhales again.
“You need to learn to mind your own business Logan.” Vincent said “You had no business interfering in my match with that wannabe hero LJ Kasey. You should have stayed in the back where you belong licking the wounds that Liam left you with earlier in the night. But you had to poke the bear and not look what happened to you had a real rough night that night didn't you and that was only the beginning because at violent conduct there will be no L.J. Kasey to save you from what you have coming, there will be no L.J. Kasey to save you when I finish the job and put you down for good.”
He exhales and drives his attention to the image of Liam Davis.
“And don't think I forgot about you, badge boy.” Vincent said “You've got your own little list of crimes that you need to be punished for.”
He makes a motion at the picture of Liam on the cork board.
“I'm sure you've seen a lot of these in your day.” said Vincent “Bet you never thought you'd see yourself on one, but the fact that you can't mind your own business, the fact that you chose to impede upon my execution of Logan Hunter, and failing to actually do your job and insert some sort of authority are just a few of the reasons you've landed yourself on my board. Because you're not the order of authority anymore I am.”
He pauses, giving me the stern look at the camera.
“You know what happened to Logan Hunter is kind of your fault too.” said Vincent “You should have put him down earlier in the night, and you tried, but you allowed him to get back up. I was just trying to finish the job that you couldn't. Had you done your job properly when you defeated him, he wouldn't have been able to walk out there and ruin my match so yeah this is on you too.”
He lets his words linger with another pause.
“But that's okay I'll show you how it's done.” said Vincent “I'll show you what real authority looks like. I'm sure you think you've got all the momentum right now since you defeated Logan and I lost my match, and overall you have the best win-loss records of all of us. But what you don't have is a championship.”
Vincent motions to his own championship the SCW roulette championship slung over his shoulder.
“Just like Logan Hunter, you took the bait.” said Vincent “All I had to do was set the trap of an open challenge and let my victims come to me. It was your greed that forced you to take the bait. You know you don't deserve a shot at the championship and yet you accepted anyway. Logan Hunter at least has the claim of being a former champion but what do you have you have nothing but that little badge of yours.”
Vincent laughs to himself.
“Your boys in blue aren't going to be able to save you any more than LJ Kasey is going to be able to save Logan.” Vincent said “There is going to be an officer down at Violent Conduct and no backup is going to come.”
Vincent laughs again.
“Next time when Logan and I are handling business, you will mind your own, and wait your turn.” said Vincent “You say you have aggression to let out? Cupcake, you know nothing about aggression. If you did, Logan Hunter wouldn't be walking right now. I will take you to a level of aggression you've never seen before, be it in the ring or on the beat.”
He pauses shortly.
“You're supposed to be a man of law.” said Vincent “But you were nowhere to be seen when I was trying to cleanse the world of Logan Hunter. LJ Kasey had to do your job for you. But when Logan and I were handling our business about it, suddenly there you were whining like a baby because we forgot about you. Even though it was never about you to begin with, you're just a third wheel in this whole thing and that's what pisses you off.”
Vincent takes a few steps away from the cork board toward the camera itself.
“Logan Hunter is a man who stands behind his woman,” said Vincent. "They used to tell me I stood behind my sister but they can't anymore because I have removed myself from her, however how much of your talking is Brooke going to do for you Logan?”
He smirks.
“And you Liam, Mr. Notice Me Senpai.” Vincent said “You're just going to learn what real authority is, you're going to learn what it really means to deliver justice. Neither of you are ready for what's coming for you and neither of you are going to be able to walk out with my championship. When that final bell rings I will still be The Chosen and I will still be the SCW Roulette Champion and the two of you will be put back into the dirt where you belong. I dim you both guilty and now it's time to face your judgment.”
He glares intently into the camera making sure to readjust his championship, reaffirming who it belongs to as the scene fades to black.
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He hated Miami. It was too busy, too many people and there was this constant smell of cheap alcohol in the air. The sooner he could get out of this shithole, the better.
He walked along the sidewalk on South Beach with his roulette Championship over his shoulder drunk tourists stumbling past him somewhere he knew Logan Hunter was probably doing the same thing, perhaps drinking himself to death before he faced his execution.
He caught a few glances from people who looked at his championship, likely even recognizing him but nobody said a word. They just hurried past like cowards. Too blind to see the hero right in front of them.
Logan Hunter and Liam Davis, the names that wouldn't leave his head, they needed to pay for all their crimes and sins The sins that Vincent had personally judged them for.
He made his way on to the beach and stopped at the edge of the water letting his toes dig into some of the sand as he stared out into the horizon.
This was the beginning of his time, the Vincent Lyons Jr era. His sister had her turn and Eddie was never able to capitalize on any of his.
“Chosen.” he said to himself, he just like the way the words sounded on his lips. He thought about how Victoria would have just rolled her eyes at him and tried to take his glory for herself or how Eddie would tell him to get his head on straight but he didn't need their approval. He was a champion now. He didn't need anybody.
“They have no idea.” he muttered to himself “But they'll find out they'll learn, all of them will learn. You don't need to be the champion they like, you need to be the champion they need and that's exactly what you're going to be.”
He exhales and continues just staring across the ocean, the storm in his head brewing like the waves crashing on the shore.
“The Chosen.”
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She didn't even notice he had been sitting in the same bar for a while back in one of the dark corners. Vincent watched his sister sip her margarita with his own rum and coke in hand and then that song came on.
He knew what was going to happen, he had seen it before and on cue there she was dancing like an imbecile in the middle of the dance floor to Dancing Queen by ABBA.
He laughed to himself and sipped his rum and coke. She looked like a complete idiot. This is why she needed him, he would have prevented her from making a fool of herself like this.
But what was this? She was dragging some greasy looking fatboy onto the dance floor with her.
Vincent growled to himself. A small part of him called him to stomp over there and take care of this boy but he didn't. He knew Victoria well enough to know what was happening, this was to be his replacement. His sister always needed someone she could control by her side, it made her feel powerful and since he had broken free of her spell she was casting her siren song on someone else.
He slammed down the rest of his drink, left some money on the table and made his exit onto the streets of South Beach.
It wasn't just watching Victoria dance with whoever that was, it was the song as well, it reminded him that he was still her twin and had similar traits and he should probably get out of there before “Play That Funky Music” starts playing.
He threw his hoodie up and walked along the boardwalk, perhaps it was for the best Victoria had found a new companion. Even better it wasn't him, all his life she had been the one surely in control but not anymore he was on his own and unlike the rest of them he didn't need anybody.
It seemed like everybody needed their companions around. LJ and Alexandra, Miles and Carter, Logan and Brooke.
Others had their companions but they kept them at home. Bella and Mal, Alex Jones and Aaron Asphyxia, there was Eddie and his wife Sabrina.
No really, there they were. Vincent could see them through a window enjoying ice cream in some little ice cream shop along the boardwalk.
He sighed and kept walking. Everybody seemed to have a companion, except for him and he preferred it that way It meant he could do whatever he wanted he didn't have somebody that he needed to impress or that would tell him what to do and when to do it.
He had been isolated on the island once and now he was isolated back home. It felt right. Who were they to judge him? were they to tell him what to do? They live their lives needing another person. He had no concern for any other person except Vincent Lyons Jr.
And truth be told he did have a companion.
His Roulette Championship, that was the only companion worth anything because that gave him power. That championship meant no matter what anybody said he was important. He was needed, and the fact that he was selected as champion over everybody else meant he was The Chosen.
And they thought they could take it from him, Logan, and Liam. Logan felt entitled as a former champion who felt ripped off, and Liam was just looking for some sort of validation or attention.
But they wouldn't do it. he would keep his Roulette Championship by his side. His companion, and he would do it all by himself.
All by himself.
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Darkness. That's all the camera picks up when it opens. We can hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching and the voice of Vincent Lyons Jr.
“You going to cry more Logan?” he said “Because we're all sick and tired of you crying for weeks about how Guy with a cape snuck in and stole the belt from you and you never got your fair shot back blah blah blah well guess what? This is it.”
He emerges from the darkness dimly lit by whatever lights still seeps through.
“This is where you're crying comes to an end.” he said “Because now you'll have no excuses. You've got what you wanted, you've got your opportunity and you're going to have to deal with the consequences when you lose and realize that it was you who were the fluke champion all along, not me. I'm the chosen champion”
He looks proudly at the Roulette championship on his shoulder as it shines among the darkness.
“So many choices Mr. Underwood could have made.” Vincent said. “He could have the next contender which was me go against the previous champion for a vacated title which would have been you but he didn't. Tournaments are always an option but he didn't go that route. He chose me as a champion and you know what really proves they wanted me as a champion?”
He pauses with a smirk on his face.
“Because he didn't hand shit to my cousin Eddie.” said Vincent “You think that's all just about my last name but if it was, then why is Eddie Lyons not standing before you as the Internet Champion? Why is he being forced to earn it in a four way match?”
Vincent pauses for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
“This company knows that I am the true star of the Lyons family.” Vincent said “It's about me, not who my family is. You think my sister's reign has something to do with me becoming champion? How stupid are you Logan?”
Vincent laughs to himself.
“I got sick of everybody's disgusting comments you know.” he said “About me being too close to my sister, about how I chose to protect her because she was my family. I was just trying to be a good brother who cared for his sister and I got ridiculed and laughed at for it. So I forced myself to break free from her.”
He pauses.
“That's when I realized she wasn't controlling me.” Vincent said “She was just keeping me under control. Making sure my true nature didn't come out, but Victoria has no power over me anymore, and I'm free to do whatever I want, to whomever I want, however I want.”
He laughs to himself again.
“Was I really trying to murder you?” Vincent said “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. But now whenever you look into my eyes, you'll remember. You'll remember how I put the fear of god in you, and you'll remember how far I'm willing to go to keep this championship.”
He glares intensely at the camera.
“And you Brooke you little bitch.” Vincent said “You really think this company should have intergender violence? Because that's the only thing protecting you from somebody like me. They let up restrictions on intergender violence and I promise you and your sister are not safe. So accept your restrictions and be glad there's protections in place for you.”
He scowls at the camera with a quiver of his lip.
“You want some advice Logan?” Vincent said “You should drop the ol’ ball and chain because all that weight is going to do is hold you back. I was able to cut off my sister, the dead weight that was holding me back. You would be wise to cut your own dead weight out of your life.”
He pauses and widens his eyes.
"Don't let her control you." Vincent said "Don't let either of those dimwitted sisters tell you what to do. Don't you tell me they don't either because a few weeks ago when you accepted this challenge to be in the match you marched right up to me, full of piss and vinegar. Yeah you still had to tell Brooke that you needed to speak, as if you needed her permission to talk. Not only that but Marissa insulted you right in front of your face, and all you could muster was ‘quiet you’? Then in Cyprus, you allowed them to make bets on who's going to take care of you in the morning, because you can't take care of yourself. You're pathetic Logan and you don't deserve this championship.”
He slightly adjusts the championship on his shoulder as he speaks of it.
“And you want me to kneel before your so-called Empire?” Vincent said with a laugh “Let me make one thing clear Logan I kneel before no man especially not one that's such a pussy foot like you. Also in case you're too stupid to figure it out, my offer for a drink has been rescinded. What I saw in Cyprus showed me you can't handle your alcohol and you certainly couldn't keep up with someone like me. You think I'm afraid to embrace oblivion? Logan I welcome chaos, I welcome oblivion.”
He pauses shortly.
“Everybody wants me to go to hell anyway for what I did to you.” Vincent said “And you know what I welcome it I'll pack my shit and I'll go because all that's doing is putting me back in my element. I thrive in the hellfire, I thrive in chaos and I thrive in oblivion. You are not going to walk out of Violent Conduct as the roulette champion Logan, in fact you might not even walk out.”
He exhales heavily.
“Of course they're still you Liam…” Vincent said “Easily the worst excuse for a cop I've ever seen. I guess the force is just taking anybody these days aren't they? Maybe you're just the guy they send when I call 1-800-Rent-A-Cop.”
He smirks.
“Like I told you.” he said “If you're such a good cop, where were you when I supposedly was committing an attempted murder? Too lazy because you were off duty? I thought you blue boys were technically always on duty, but when it comes to SCW, you ignore crimes left and right. I had to have the security escort me out the building after my “attempted murder” on Logan Hunter, because you're not man enough to do your job are you?”
He glares into the camera
“You're an afterthought Liam.” said Vincent “Easily forgettable, I damn near forgot you're even in this match. Everyone knows you're just a third wheel in this little war between Logan and myself. That's because you have no presence. No presents whatsoever you're just some guy who happens to be a cop in his other life. There is nothing interesting about you Liam.”
Vincent exhales.
“At least Logan has some sort of personality.” said Vincent "But your personality is as dry as Brooke's lady parts when Logan tries to make love to her.”
He snickers.
“You should consider yourself lucky to be here.” said Vincent “Lucky I was kind enough to issue an open challenge to the entire roster. A challenge you were stupid enough to accept. You chose to enter my Lions Den and get in the ring with me, but you failed to realize that when you enter my Lions Den you can go in, but there's no getting out.”
He has a sinister gaze as he looks into the camera.
“Any criminal you put away pale in comparison to me.” said Vincent maybe “That's why you didn't stop my assault on Logan, because you know there's no way you can actually stop me so you chose not to embarrass yourself. I'm sure you're planning out some sneaky way to take my championship, but it won't work. Something awakened in me when I held Logan under that water, something that's been lying dormant for years, and now that it's out I truly feel like myself, now intend to make this entire roster pay for their sins.”
He smirks again.
“The thing is Liam, you're in my jurisdiction and you have no authority here.” he said "You are going to play by my rules. I'm the one in charge now, not you. You just continue begging to get noticed among your superiors, so you know what? I'm going to make sure they notice you, they're going to notice every single thing I do to you and they will remember you. Not for anything you did but for the pain and suffering I inflicted upon you.”
He laughs to himself again.
“The two of you are nothing more than victims to me.” he said “Logan it's time to put it into your excuses, and your whining. It's really getting old. You blame everybody except yourself for your failures, if you crashed a plane you'd probably blame the road conditions. You enjoy playing the victim, and I'll be waiting to see what excuse you make when I walk out still SCW Roulette Champion.”
He pauses.
“And you Liam.” he said. “Well, you're just lucky to be here aren't you? Or perhaps unlucky given the situation you've chosen to be in. At the end of the day you have nobody to blame but yourself for what happens to you Liam, because you wanted this. You wanted in on this match, you could have ignored my challenge like the rest of them did. But you wanted to be a tough guy, so it's time to see how tough you really are. Because at the end of the day, whether you're carrying your badge or not I will hurt you if you stand in my way. There is nothing you can do to stop me from walking out at Violent Conduct still SCW Roulette Champion.”
He holds his championship out in front of the camera.
“Look closely at this championship boys.” he said “Because it's the closest you're ever going to get to it. I am the truth that nobody can deny. The SCW roulette champion, The chosen SCW roulette champion. Nobody wants either of you, they want me and I'm going to give them what they want at Violent Conduct when I keep this championship.”
He rests the championship back on his shoulder.
“This is the end for both of you.” he said “The end of Logan, and his incessant whining and the end of Liam and his need to feel important. I am Vincent Lyons Jr., your SCW Roulette Champion and I am The Chosen.”
He smiles a sinisterly arrogant grin into the camera as everything faded to black.
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Vincent enjoyed the night because it was normally quiet but this was Miami and even in the late hours of the night it had a pulse that refused to stop.
Hands shoved in the pocket of his hoodie, Vincent had walked through all of it without paying much attention, he wasn't there for any of the music, or late night crowds spilling onto the streets. He just was just there to wander, and he eventually wandered into a small park tucked between the restaurants and hotels.
It was as quiet as it was going to get. He sat on a beach beneath a couple of palm trees, and just observed.
He observed people drifting by on the path, in pairs or in groups, but none of them alone. He rolled his eyes at some man who spun his female companion in a clumsy circle as both of them nearly stumbled to the ground laughing together.
Ridiculous. They look like children, they don't even care who sees them spinning and stumbling like fools in the street?
You never needed any of that. They're just chasing scraps of a connection so they can pretend it makes them whole, but all it does is make them pathetic. But not you, you don't need anyone to tell you who you are.
He shifted on the bench a bit, getting himself a little more comfortable, his eyes drifting around the area.
Another group of tourists passed holding plastic cups in their hand, one of them was loudly singing off key as the others happily clapped along.
Idiots. It's like they don't even care how foolish they look. These are the type of people that Logan Hunter would mill about with. Fools. All of them fools. But they had each other. Vincent only himself.
And there had been times when he thought about calling Victoria or even Eddie but he didn't. He knew what would happen and he didn't need their pity.
It's better this way nobody to answer to nobody to impress and nobody to drag you down.
Everybody can have their companions and have their fun. Vincent was a man of action he didn't need another voice telling him he was doing wrong he was a champion now and he only answered to himself.
The need for a companion is a sign of weakness. You need no companion, you never did. You are the star of the show, and if that makes the rest of them mad then they can deal with it because you are the chosen and they are all living in your world now.
Liam and Logan will only be the beginning. The beginning of a long reign of terror unlike any ever seen. An uncontrollable fury like no other. They need to be afraid, they need to be very afraid. The most violent Roulette Championship reign has only just begun.
Vincent stood up and sighed, continuing to walk down the path. He was his own man now and he was ready to defend his championship at any cost. He didn't need a companion to help get him there, just himself, his thoughts, his championship, and whatever silence lingered in between.
And to Vincent that was perfect.
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