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They say there's a little gypsies in all of us, but let me tell ya, it ain't for me. Os does what he's told, the girls love a bit of a holiday, but for me, nah, it's too much hassle. This is the one thing I've learned since I've spent a little time in America. Americans will pack up and piss off anywhere over the country for the least little reason. Some for work, some to just start fresh and the rest spend their bloody lives moaning about the fact that they are where they are. I don't get it mate. I get that if ya live in a hell hole, with bugger all around, but this is the modern world, where even the smallest towns have a McDonalds and a Starbucks, but everyone loves a proper moan about wanting to be somewhere else. Anywhere but around the people who loved them, cared for them and brought them up. It's bloody ungrateful.
This is where the English have one up on their American counterparts, we're happy to spend our lives in our city of birth, it makes us proud. I was born in a council house in the arse end of London, I could be just like you lot, wanting to piss off to somewhere tons better, but I'm proud to be from a place the Jerry's had a go at during the blitz. While most are making plans to piss off to see if the grass is actually greener on the other side, go to a place where a city is built and they can find what they need, people with true heart like me sit and watch their city grow around them. I did that, I watched London evolve in to a place so many of ya would love to visit someday.
Admit it, when you think of the places you want to visit, London is top of the list because of the way the city is.
I watched it grow around me, it stops me from being one of those whiny little girls who go somewhere else and do nothing but whinge about what their home is like. Grow up, home gave you life. Bitching about it puts you on the same par as those tossers who go on holiday for two weeks and think they know everything about where they visited and constantly tell people how much better that place is than your home city.
People like that is why pride and patriotism is dying, but it will never die from me, because home is where my heart is and I'm fucking proud of London, and I'm proud to be someone who gets to call it home. You'll never see the pride in my city or my nation fade, because there really is no place like home.
The streets of East London is buzzing with Thursday afternoon foot traffic through the marketplace along Bethnal Green road, people shopping for many random things, some looking for an early Christmas bargain, which is always possible if you're English, most have started shopping three months ago, but the camera cuts away from the marketplace to the back seat of a car, where a suit cladded Daniel J Morgan sits in the back alongside the much bigger Osbourne. The car driven by a third man stops at a red traffic light, giving Daniel a chance to speak to Osbourne.
"Can't help but miss this place when I'm not around it." Daniel says, commenting on London. "Can take the boy outta London but you can't take London out of the boy."
Daniel looks across towards Osbourne, who nods firmly just once.
"I'm sure the ladies are not missing this place at the moment to be fair." He says as he looks out of the window. "Leaving them loose in Vegas is unsettling because either a shit load of dosh is gonna go over the poker table or Kenz is gonna get nicked for smacking someone in the chops."
The car starts to move forward as the light turns from red to green, slowly moving through the London traffic.
"Bright side, at least we got bail money if they need it." He continues with a smile. "And we can get a decent cup of coffee over here. For a nation of coffee drinkers over in America, that stuff is piss water compared to ours."
The car stops outside of a building, a small looking restaurant, and pulls in to halt in front of it. Daniel looks towards Osbourne and smiles.
"Home, sweet home." Daniel says with a smile as he opens the car door and pushes it further open.
He steps out of the car on the side next to the pavement and Osbourne checks the road on his side. Finding a gap between cars, Osbourne opens his door too and steps around the car to join Daniel on the side of the road. Daniel moves to the front door of the restaurant and pushes the door open, walking in and holding the door open for Osbourne. Osbourne walks in as restaurant staff move around the dining area, setting up for the evening service. A man in a suit walks towards him.
"Boss." He says slowly "I wasn't expecting you here today."
"Well I was back home because I missed the place, Tony." Daniel says to the fair haired man. "So I thought it would be worth swinging by to see how David is handling the place in my absence."
"Well it's good to see you boss." Tony responds with a smile.
A little more sullen look passes over Daniel's face.
"How's he doing since I've been gone?" Daniel asks with a serious tone to his voice.
"He's done alright." Tony responds with a slight edge of nerves in his voice. "He's just doing it his way but getting the same results."
"It's when he does it his way, I start to worry and people get battered." Daniel comments to himself. "Is he in?"
"In the office boss." Tony informs him.
Daniel nods and walks past him, moving towards a door located at the back of the restaurant, the word "Private" on the door. Daniel opens the door and walks through, to a staircase located behind. He walks up the stairs with Osbourne in tow, and gets to the top, to a corridor. Oak doors line the corridors and plush red carpet on the floor, a whole unexpected scene of what you'd expect to find on top of a restaurant in the east end of London. Daniel walks towards the middle door and opens it.
"Oi!" A man behind a desk shouts out "The fuck do you think you are just walking in?"
Daniel smiles at the man in the office, bookcases line a wall with countless books upon them. Thick red carpet line the floor of the room and tall leather chairs can be seen around the room. The camera spins more to see a small bar, complete with beer taps.... Wait a minute, deja vu, or if you clever ones remember, this is the office of Daniel J Morgan.
"Well fuck me with a poker." The man behind the desk says "The happy wanderers return."
Daniel shuts the door behind him.
"Nice to see you too David." Daniel says with a smile.
Ok, let's give you a little history lesson. That man behind my desk, that is David Morgan, my younger brother, by just over a year. Yeah, my old man musta been a randy bastard because two days after my first birthday, David came in to the world. Most people got a stuff toy for their first birthday, I got a little brother. Didn't get a receipt to return him either. Don't get me wrong, family is important to me, and to most that share the tag of being a Cockney, but if I knew then what I knew now, I'd have probably wanted the stuffed toy more.
He's not all bad, but if I had to describe him, there'll only be one way I could describe him.... He's a fucking nut nut mate! He'd sooner kick ya in the ball bag then ask how ya day's been, just so ya having a worst day then he is. Trust me, no one has kicked him in the ball bag and had a better day afterwards. He's the anti me, while having the same goal, he'll just be happier if people knew his name for horrible reasons, rather than the way I do it. I protect everyone who works for me in whatever capacity, I run through respect, David would be happier to run through fear. Like I said, he's a nut nut mate.
The well dressed David stands up from the desk, baring a uncanny resemblance to Daniel, other than wearing glasses and his hair slightly different, looks across the room.
"I barely recognized you two without spandex riding up ya arses." David says dryly, causing Osbourne to grit his teeth. "And where are those two weapons of mass destruction with tits?"
Daniel waves his finger at David.
"Now, now brother." he says with raised eyebrows. "You know Kenz would break your teeth if she heard you call her that. We all know what happened last time."
"That was a lucky punch." David shoots back quickly.
Uncharacteristically, Osbourne smiles and shakes his head.
"So what has brought you all the way back here?" David asks.
Daniel approaches the desk, lifting up an old wooden box and lifting out a cigarette from it, putting it between his lips and reaches for a lighter on the desk. He quickly flicks it, causing a flame to come alive and jump out of the top and meet the end of the tobacco. Daniel takes a deep puff as he looks across the desk at his brother. Daniel looks at a seat nearby and pulls it close, sitting down an leaning an elbow on the desk, looking across at his brother as smoke fills the air.
"I came all the way back to see if ya like sitting in my big chair." Daniel says, pointing behind the desk.
"Not really." David replies blankly. "It's too lumpy, I think I need a new chair soon. I mean with you swanning off to Australia to be around those snakes and I ain't just talking about the ones who rub their bollocks on the floor, someone's gotta do the work here."
A smile crosses Daniel's face as he looks across the desk at his brother.
"You think I've been sitting on my arse doing nothing?" He asks.
"I know you haven't been doing nothing." David says firmly. "I've seen you on television getting groped by fairies covered in baby oil, while you walk around holding a belt that's too big to fit ya trousers and hanging out with your new wrestler friends. Anyone would think you're actually liking this wrestling bollocks."
Daniel leans back in his chair as David sits down behind the desk.
"Liking it?" Daniel asks himself as he looks towards Osbourne and back towards David. "More like not hating it. I put a lot of time and effort in to putting us in a position to get where we need to be. I took six months of people leaving bruises all over me to be able to walk around America freely and that's what I'm now doing."
"Fucking sightseeing." David says dismissively.
Daniel takes a deep drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke in the air as he looks across the desk.
"On the contrary David." Daniel starts. "That is not the case at all. Ya see, while you've been keeping me chair warm, I've been finding the right people to talk to, to get us involved in where we need to be, the whole reason I went out to the states and gave you the easy life. I learned about this fella that works for the same company that has ties to a certain organization we need to speak to."
Daniel sits back in his chair as he looks across at David.
"Whatcha want? A cake with congrats on it for stumbling across him?" David asks.
"Nah, a gold star with an inscription that say thanks for doing the hard work, so my brother don't have to." Daniel fires back quickly at him.
"And what hard work have you done?" David asks, his eyebrows narrowed as he stares deeply in to his brothers eyes.
"What I've done numb nuts" Daniel starts "Is I've got him to play middle man. I got a meeting with the person he knows, so that we can get our foot in the door and get what the fuck we wanted to start with. Couldn't exactly kick things off during training cause of the visitors visa bollocks and then right off to Australia, but now my visa is being sponsored to be there by the company, along with Osbourne's and the girls, which means the other stuff can move forward now."
"Can you trust the middle man?" David asks.
"Well he's certainly not old Bill" Daniel replies. "I've done a little digging and he has no connection to anyone on the side of law and order."
"Then why is he helping so freely?" Comes the unsure response from David.
Daniel holds his thumb up and rubs his middle and forefinger against it.
"The same as every other fella would do it. For the moolah of course." Daniel says referring to money. "He probably thinks he makes this connection, he could end up as the middle man between the groups on a more regular basis, getting cut in to the promise land on both sides of the fences. Money is the motivation for this guy. Speaking of which..."
Without another word, David reaches in to a desk drawer and pulls out a thick wad of bank notes and casually throws them across the desk towards his older brother, who picks up it.
"Feel about right." He says as he holds them up. "But just in case..."
He looks over his shoulder and throws the notes towards Osbourne, who catches them and starts to thumb through them, counting them in his mind.
"Where's the trust?" David asks Daniel.
"Nothing to do with trust." Daniel tells him. "I'm just a very detailed dedicated man. Besides, some of that is there to pay off the middle man."
"If this one goes tits up." David starts. "I'm personally gonna fly over to that place and turn middle man's bollocks in to a bow tie."
A smile appears on Daniel's face as he takes another drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke away as he looks across at David.
"If it goes tits up." Daniel starts. "I'll pay for your ticket to turn his bollocks in to a bow tie."
Daniel looks towards Osbourne, who nods back at him, indicating that the money is all there. Daniel turns back towards David.
"Looks like everything is very much in order brother." Daniel tells him satisfied.
"There was never any doubt of that." David snaps back. "I'm not a crook."
Daniel tilts his head as he takes another puff of the cigarette, before dotting it out in a nearby ashtray.
"Well..." he starts slowly. "Not to family anyway. Besides, I've done something you couldn't do brother."
"And what's that?" Daniel asks curiously.
"I managed to get the money back from Diamond Phil." David says proudly.
"That little bastard has been dodging for a long time." Daniel says slightly taken back. "Hats off to you."
"Trust me." David says, lowering his head, an almost evil look crossing his face. "he won't be dodging us again, we came to an understanding. He pays on time, I won't put a paving slab across his knee caps."
Daniel shrugs at his younger brother.
"Can't argue with that logic." Daniel says standing up. "Anyway David, it's time for Os and I to depart, but tonight, nine O clock, casino at Westfields..."
Daniel raises his hand in a drinking motion and gets a returning nod from David.
"I'll see you there Danny." David responds.
Daniel turns to Osbourne, who hands him the huge amount of money, Daniel opening his jacket and sliding it in to an inside pocket. The two walk to the door and Osbourne opens it, allowing Daniel to move through it before he follows. He walks to the top of the stairs and quickly down them, followed by his bodyguard, and through the door, leading in to the restaurant. He walks past the man he saw earlier, casually giving him a nod.
"Have a good un, Tony." Daniel says politely.
Tony nods back to Daniel as he walks towards the door. Daniel holds the door open waits for Osbourne to take a grip of the door, allowing them both to walk out. They stop outside as a man limps past, his face swollen and eyes bruised. Daniel looks towards Osbourne.
"Was that Diamond Phil?" He asks curiously.
Osbourne nods as the camera cuts to the next scene.
The camera reopens with Daniel J Morgan looking in to a mirror, a black tuxedo covering his body, covering a white shirt, he adjusts his bow tie as he gets ready to meet his brother in an east London casino, checking his suit for even the slightest imperfection. He nods his head satisfied at the look of the tuxedo, and happy with the straightness of the bow tie, a look of confidence washes over the SCW Tag Team champion as his eyes wander up and down his body. He lightly runs his fingers over the side of his head and takes a deep breath.
"This is the time I'm gonna take to talk about something I once again set up." He says with a slight smile on the left hand side of his face. "Now I know I should have the SCW Tag Title over my shoulder here, but it doesn't go with the bow tie so..."
The camera turns around slightly to see Osbourne standing behind him with both championship belts over his shoulders.
"People were always saying to me that my mouth will get me in trouble." He starts. "They've said that to me all through my life, so there are times I have sat back and thought about everything before saying it, weighing out the risk before taking action. Now people said that I was taking a big risk at High Stakes VII when I offered two men a chance to enter a match they had no business being in, just to make it more of a challenge. People said to me Daniel, you're out of your tree for trying to make things difficult for yourself, The Monstimals are dangerous enough, but you want to risk more? Of course I did, because with high risk comes high reward and look what happened."
Daniel points high lift thumb back towards Osbourne holding the titles.
"High risk came with very high reward." He says proudly. "Not only did we win the belts, we looked so much better out of it because the reward was not only us becoming SCW Tag Team Championships, beating two teams in the process, but it gave us the right to sit there and brag that we made Lord Raab retire."
He can't help but smile at the thought.
"He decided enough was enough and he packed up his bags and left." He says with a wave of his finger. "This past week, people were saying the exact same thing to me. Daniel, you're out of your tree again. You could have let Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Horace Jackson just leave, but you let your mouth run, accepting their open challenge, pushing them on by dangling the golden carrot in front of them. Don't you know they'll give it their all to end their SCW careers with those titles that have alluded them from the beginning? It's their last match Daniel, they'll be so motivated, you won't face them at a worst time for you."
Daniel scrunches up his nose and shakes his head.
"Again, high risk, high reward." He explains. "Are they really gonna be as motivated as people think? They know they've got one foot out of the door heading towards the sunset. They know they've got to ride off in to it. These title belts mean nothing when it comes to being active, they'll just be the end of the underdog story known as Ben's Club. You see, we've got the gold, it's ours, it's what we worked for, it's what all those extra hours were for working with a Hall of Fame duo that was one of the best tag teams ever to step foot in SCW, no names needed here, but we followed in their footsteps. We have the gold and let's be honest, there's no one out there willing to try and get them off us. I know Jet City 2.0 didn't just return to sit on the sidelines, but reboots and second comings will never match up to the real deal of the real Jet City, so we have to make our own little challenges these days to keep us busy. That's what the case is with us accepting the challenge of Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Horace Jackson."
Daniel brushes the left side of his suit down with the back of his right hand.
"Our challenge is simple for this one." he says looking at himself in the mirror. "We want to give you two a send off that you won't forget. It won't be like a send off when former champions or future Hall of Famers, who have an inclination for Teddy bears, would get. It won't be an emotional send off with everyone shouting thank you, or crying or sad to see you walk up that ramp for the last time. It's gonna be one of those send offs that the fans will remember for one reason, and that's because there was no fairytale ending for you. There was no underdog happy ending where you leave with our titles. They will remember you for the fact that you just fell short of everything you ever wanted. That's gonna be your final hurrah."
Daniel takes the collar of his jacket on both sides, just straightening it up.
"The thing is with underdog stories chaps, is they don't always turn out the way they are planned in your head." He says firmly. "Sometimes underdogs are underdogs for a reason. Try as they may, they could never reach the top of the rope. This ain't an 80's movie where the little guys get the girl from the beefy lifeguard or whatever, this is reality, and although Travis, Horace, there's a little bit of begrudging respect from both Os and me for what you've done in your careers, and they have been longer than most people take the time to find out, there's gonna be nothing at the end of your retirement to be proud of, just the mandatory gold watch with the good luck inscription and a handshake. The real gold that you want, it's staying with us."
Daniel stares at himself in the mirror once more.
"I know it's your dream to have what's ours Travis, I know you've craved it Horace." Daniel says with a sympathetic nod "You'd think we'd feel bad about stopping two people from getting their dreams when I've done a lot to help people get what they want over here. My own people mean a lot to me and if I can help them out, and they don't take the piss, I'd do it, but I was told something at a young age. I was told that think of life as one big ocean, you can sit there and just float there on a blow up bed thing, and drift though, or you can swim for that shoreline and see what you can do for yourself. No one's gonna swim to you and pull you back in, you need to make the effort to get where you want to be. I've lived by that because everything I've done is to get me to that shoreline, I've never been happy with just coasting along and doing nothing else. I'm not gonna start coasting along now chaps, so don't expect us to come and be half arsed against ya."
He breathes in sharply.
"I've worked for what I've got and will continue to do so." He states "I worked for months to even learn what you do, it took you two years to be as good as you are, and it took me months to be better than you could dream of being. Os and I have the Tag Team Championships and I'll be insulting both of you, I'd be insulting myself and I'll be insulting the SCW Tag Team Championships if I didn't come in full force and give it all I got, so that is what you two should expect for your last match inside this six sided playground."
He reaches down on his tuxedo jacket, pulling it together and doing up the lowest button.
"When it comes down to it though lads, I do wish you both the very best for your future." He says with a hint of sincerity in his tone. "I hope retirement suits you both down to the ground, I hope you both get to do all the things you dreamed of that you couldn't do while forging a career between the ropes. I hope ya get to travel the world without knowing that you have to work, hell, I hope you buy ranches and raise horses and do everything else that people do when they feel that it's time to hang up those boots one last time."
He moves his finger up to the second button and quickly fastens it.
"I hope you two take a day you can just waste sitting by a pool and forgetting the world even exists." He says with a nod.
His fingers move to the third button and final button and he fastens it up quickly.
"But make no bones about it at all." Daniel says with a smile on his face. "After we're done with you both, you'll gonna know without a doubt in your mind, that this is the perfect time to knock it on the head and retire, because there will be no coming back after the hell we put your bodies through. Enjoy waking up one last time in agony and smile, because you'll know you'll never have to feel that pain again."
Daniel looks down at his watch before looking up at the mirror.
"And this is where we bid you adieu." He says exhaling "Because there's money to be won and lost tonight. Ben's Club, your party is over now, feel free to send us a thank you card for sending you off with a bang."
Daniel nods at the camera and turns to walk away, followed by Osbourne before the camera fades to black.
