Jack continues to prepare for his championship defense against Goth, hoping to finally but this challenge to rest. But as he listened to Goth’s words, it seemed to spark something in Jack. It seemed to do something to Jack, that neither he, or anyone else for that matter, might have been expecting. Perhaps the words Goth used were going to fuel Jack, but his demeanor actually changed after listening to it. It was a very scary scene that required both Jason and Brian to calm Jack down. But was it Goth’s words that truly did this, or was it Jason seemingly rubbing off on Jack. Or perhaps it’s the Washington bloodline itself? Time will only tell exactly how much the affected Jack, and what he would do and say later on regarding the match. But there is no question that Jack is hyped up for this match.
Outside the ring, Jack, through Jason's wheeling and dealing, managed to score a commercial shoot, using his Internet championship as a prop to help sell cars online at a used car dealership. While this was not what Jack had in mind when he thought about expanding the Washington name, it did serve its purpose and Jack did end up at least at little satisfied by the outcome. It felt really dumb to him at the time, but the commercial was indeed successful and more people began to recognize Jack along the way, since now, it wasn't just the wrestling fan who knew who Jack was, but now, more casual people, locals. As the old saying goes, you have to start somewhere.
However, it was during, and after the shoot that Jack finally seemed to notice tha Jason not only had a tough time remembering things, but also appeared overly friendly, and then in the blink of an eye could be extremely hostile. Jack was worried by this, since it is my brother, but Brian did explain that Jason has had a lot of problems since he left home. Jason also is in the market to take over the market itself, and that could undue a lot of work Jack has done in the past.
How would this all play out now?
Las Vegas, NV
Jack was training incredibly hard for his match and he was even talking to himself while lifting. He was putting the work in and basically punishing himself. This was Jack's main focus, but he really wanted to sit his brother down and try and work things out so that he didn’t mess everything up.
Jack finally finished his workout and took a shower, and once we he dressed and, in the kitchen, he pulled out a protein shake and began drinking it. Brian came in from the hallway, moving himself around the corner to peer at Jack.
Brian: Your brother is waiting for you.
Jack simply nodded to acknowledge Brian and soon walked himself down the hall and into his brother’s room, where Jason was on the phone and had a look of excitement on his face.
Jason: Yeah.. He's right here, and trust me, we’ll be happy to do it!
Jack: Oh fuck...
Jason: Yeah, see you soon!
Jason excitedly hung up and looked at Jack with a huge grin.
Jason: Another deal made, bro!
Jack: What kind of deal?
Jason: Another shoot, this time we’ll be on TV, and it’s going to get huge eyes on it.
Jack: What is it?
Jason: Some furniture place, why?
Jack: Furniture? Those places only have deals on stupid holidays!
Jason: But the brand, bro! The BRAND. We’ve still got to get out there, there’s so much territory to market.
Jack: The car thing didn’t even tie in with the casino!
Jason: But this one will! We do enough business with these people, and bam! They will be more than happy to loan us bed for prizes and shit! It’s gonna be gold!
Jack: Jay, are you feeling okay?
Jason: Yeah, why?
Jack: I’ve just been noticing that you’ve been... off.
Jason: I’m as right as rain. You’re totally down to do this, right? I mean, think of the possibilities. We could expand into a hotel! And they could supply us beds!
Jack: Well, let’s start small, okay?
Jason: But you have to think BIG, bro. Bigger than big!
Jack: I don’t want to step on toes out here.
Jason: There’s no more toes to step on! We’re taking this town over! Like we should!
Jack: It’s not that simple.
Jason: What are you talking about? It’s real simple. If anybody wants to get in our way, we’re stomp them out. That’s what we do!
Jack: It really isn’t that easy. We’re going to have to talk to Sonny.
Jack: He owns a lot of shit in Vegas. The moment we go stepping into his territory, is the moment we have issues.
Jason: Fuck ‘em. Sonny can be old news. Come on bro, when you came here, you were trying to make name for yourself, and now, you act like you don’t want to. You do wanna make a name for yourself, right?
Jack: Of course.
Jason: This is the way to go. And soon enough, that Sonny guy will be begging for our business!
Jack: Slow it down, that’s all I’m saying.
Jason: Speed is progress! We’ve got a shoot in couple of days, I just need you ready.
Jack: Yeah... I’ll be ready.
Jason: Fuck yeah!
Jack left and went and sat back at the table, while Jason went right back to working on his phone. Brian wore a big smart-ass grin on his face as he sat down next to Jack.
Brian: You boys seem hard at work.
Jack: He’s gonna fuck it up.
Brian: That’s harsh.
Jack: We can’t go to war with everybody, and he wants to.
Brian: I just think it’s the opposite approach.
Brian: When you came here, you wanted to make deals with everybody, Jason is just doing things the old-fashioned way.
Jack: Then maybe you need to lay that out to him, and explain to him we don’t have the army to go to war with people with.
Brian: You fucked it up too. Give the kid some rope.
Jack: I’m just covering all the bases. But... I’m kinda jealous of that ambition.
From the other room, Jason screams out.
Jason: Another deal! Whoo
Jack: Maybe not that much ambition. Fuck.
-- Sleep Well Las Vegas Mattress and Furniture Westwood
Las Vegas, NV
Two days later
Jack: I’m not wearing this.
Jack looks at a Revolutionary war outfit laying by his stuff.
Jason: Wearing what?
Jack: THIS. I’m not wearing this stupid thing!
Jason: Wait, are you supposed to be wearing it?
Jack: I DON’T KNOW. I didn’t set this up!
Jason: Okay, hang on, keep your pants on.
Jason walks away and Jack continues to stew, the SCW Internet championship over his shoulder and a frown on his face. He simply looks through his phone to distract himself before Jason comes back with a larger man.
Jason: Jack, this is Max, he owns the store.
Jack: I know that. I need to know why this stupid costume is here.
Max: Whoa, okay, I know, wrestlers are busy, but this is for the Memorial day sale, and that outfit isn’t for you. It’s for the stunt man.
Jack: Stunt man?
Max: Yeah, the one you’re gonna slam through the bed.
Jack suddenly likes this idea.
Jack: Oh, well... shit, why didn’t you say so?
Max: We did. We talked about this, at least he and I did.
Jack eyes Jason.
Jason: I was just messing with ya. Relax.
Jack: Let’s just get this over with.
Jason: He’ll be fine, he’s got this.
Jack rolls his eyes, clearly done with this, but he waits and eventually the commercial begins shooting.
Max: Hey everybody, Max here for Sleep Well Las Vegas Mattress and Furniture Westwood and on this Memorial Day weekend, it’s a great time to save on a new matress!
Suddenly, the stunt man in a powdered wig and British accent charges into the shot.
Stuntman: Blimey! These matresses are too cheap, the taxes must be given the king!
And that’s when Jack comes from behind the Stuntman and slams him through the breakaway table.
Jack: Sorry old boy, but Sleep Well Las Vegas Mattress and Furniture Westwood and I have teamed up, and we’re body-slamming you back across the pond and giving these savings to our people!
Max: Thanks Jack! You heard it from the champion of the Internet, folks! Thanks to Jack, if you shop online and purchase any matress, you’ll be in for huge savings!
Jack: We’re here to make sure your sleep is as comfortable as possible, and you can shop from the comfort of your own home. Use the promo code SCWJack at checkout and you’ll not only receive huge savings, you’ll earn 500 free chips out the Grand Flamingo Casino!
Max: There’s no better time or place to save than Sleep Well Las Vegas Mattress and Furniture Westwood! Shop online today!
Jack: Or we’ll body slam you, next!
The commercial ends and Jack helps up the British solider stuntman and walks away. Jason is right there to applaud him.
Jason: See! I told you! This is going to work so good!
Jack: Maybe. Maybe you got something here.
Jason: Hey, if they don’t, we’ll make ‘em understand.
Jack once again eyes his brother and his wild eyed grin.
Jason: You just focus on that old guy you’re wrestling and I’ll handle this stuff.
Jack: Since when are you interested in my matches?
Jason: Man, I heard what they dude said about you, if this was Philly, you’d of busted him up good.
Jack: You were gone when I was in the streets.
Jason: I knew. Dad always told me in letters. He was proud of that, in a way.
Jack blankly stares at Jason.
Jason: Yeah, told me all the time. You can’t let this old dude talk shit like that though man. You’re the Internet champion. You gotta serve that dude.
Jack: I will.
Jack is now once again riled up and for the second take, he slams the stuntman down even harder. Once the take is over, the stuntman is holding his back.
Stunt man: Got a little into that one, yeah?
Jack: Sorry, it is my job.
Stunt man: I got you.
After several more takes, the shoot finishes and Jack and Jason have regroup, and are in the car, leaving the shoot having been paid. Jason starts to see an unfamiliar route Jack is driving.
Jason: Where are we going?
Jack: We’ve got to see an old friend of mine, because we need to make sure we’re doing this right.
-- Harrah’s Hotel and Casino
Las Vegas, NV
Jack led his brother up to the managers hotel room overlooking the Casino. Jason was marveling at how good the interior looked.
Jason: Why doesn’t ours look like that?
Jack: We made ours from nothing a year ago. This has been here for decades.
They made their way to the manager’s elevator, complete with a staff member waiting in the elevator for them.
Staffer: Welcome gentlemen.
Jason: Why don’t we have a guy?
Jack: We don’t need a guy. Nobody comes up to our office.
Once they reach the top floor, there is a waiter there with champagne on ice as Jack and Jason are escorted in, champagne glasses in hand as they see Sonny, dressed in a long bathroom and sunglasses sitting on the balcony of his hotel, drinking some champagne himself.
Jason: We don’t have a balcony.
Jack: Out hotel isn’t this big.
Sonny finally turns and waves as he comes inside from the balcony, a smile on his face.
Sonny: Ah, Jack, how are ya, kid?
Jack: I’m doing well Sonny.
Sonny: And uh... this is the hired help or...
Jason looks a little offended, but Jack puts a hand on his shoulder and s small laugh.
Jack: No, no, this my brother. Jason. He took over the casino from Benny.
Sonny: Well damn, not bad there kid. Killed two birds with one stone, did ya?
Jack: Something like that.
Sonny: I know Benny probably took it hard, but business is business and sometimes you gotta move the bums out to move forward.
Jason: He did take it hard, but I’m sure he got over it.
Sonny: Pretty hard from what I heard. Ain’t seen him around much.
Jack: I don’t know, must have left town after that.
The three of them, as if they all are in on the same joke, share a knowing look. Finally, Sonny turns away, sipping some champagne and sitting down at his table.
Sonny: So, do what do I owe the visit, boys?
Jack: We just wanted to let you know that we’re expanding, and I know that may intrude on some of your space, but we mean no disrespect by it. We wanted to be sure that when it comes to this whole thing, we don’t have any problems.
Sonny nods, a small grin crosses his face as he rests his hands on the table, leaning back.
Sonny: I appreciate that you came to me to tell me that. We’ve worked together on many things, Jack. You know that I trust that you have a solid head on your shoulders. You did right by me before, so, so long as you let me know, we won’t have any issues.
Sonny looks over at Jason, who continues to marvel at the size and look of Sonny’s hotel room and office.
Sonny: You okay over there, Junior? You look lost.
Jason seemingly snaps out of it, and nods.
Jason: I’ve just never seen anything that looks like this. I’m just... I don’t know I have to admit I’m a little jealous.
Sonny: A lot of people are.
Jason: I mean, I want this too.
Sonny: I can call some people; they can come renovate what you got over there.
Sonny snickers at this, but Jason is none too amused.
Jason: Whoa, I’m sorry, are you saying... we need help.
Jack sees this and turns to Jason, who is staring coldly as Sonny, who is confused, but smirks.
Jack: Jay, be cool, he’s just messing with you.
Jason: No no, he knows what he said, and he knows why he said it.
Sonny looks over at Jack, now even more confused by this outburst of hostile feelings.
Sonny: Listen, Junior, I was just breaking your balls a little bit alright, you and your brother. Relax.
Jason: But... you said that for a reason. You think you’re better than us, don’t you?
Sonny looks over at Jack, who again has his hand on Jason’s shoulder.
Sonny: What’s wrong with this guy, Jack? I swear you need to relax and keep him cool.
Jack: Sonny, it’s okay, he’s just been through some stuff, you know? He doesn’t mean any disrespect.
Jason stares a hole though Jack and this forces even Jack to look twice. Jack then looks his own brother up and down to stop him.
Jack: He, didn’t mean anything by it. It’s cool, Sonny.
Jason continues to stare at Jack, and then turns to Sonny.
Jason: Can you excuse us for one second?
Jason’s polite 180 turn catches Sonny by surprise as well as Jack and Jason retreat away from Sonny listening to a room on their own. The speak in a hushed tone to each other.
Jack: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jason: What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?
Jack: What do you... never mind, why are you being like that in front of him?
Jason: Why are YOU being like that in front of him.
Jack: Are we really doing this right now?
Jason: You bitched out, bro.
Jack: What? Bitched out.
Jason: I thought this was your thing, bro? You should in control of that table!
Jack: I am in control. You’re the one acting like a lunatic out there!
Jason: That’s how we’re supposed to do things! You gotta be willing to take what you want. You’re getting soft out there.
Jack: I’m looking out for you! And besides, Sonny did right by me, and I did right by him.
Jason: And you think that’s gonna mean a fucking thing when he wants it to not mean a thing anymore? He’s gonna hold onto shit like this until he’s dead, and then the next fucking prick will come in and do the same thing, you gonna kiss his ass too? You should have brought your knee pads, might as well blow the fucker while you’re at it.
Jack finally just hauls off and slaps Jason across the face. The blow stunning Jason who holds his jaw in a little bit of amazement.
Jack: Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I’m out here keeping your stupid ass alive. You understand that. You want to go and make a fucking war with this guy? He’s got fucking goons, we don’t have goons. We still have to deal with the Mexican mother fuckers when they show back up! And you want to add to our problems. You don’t think. It’s not going soft. It’s making the smart business move.
Jason: Man... this is like war, you have to take -
Jack: NO! It's not war. It’s business. You want to start a war with everybody? Because I don’t know if you know this or not, but we are fucking outgunned.
Jason: But... but you thought about it, right?
Jason: I knew it.
Jason once again seems to just snap out of the anger at the moment, and nods, a smile forms across his face.
Jason: Okay... I got you.
Jason wipes his mouth, and then straightens up his jacket and the two leave the room and rejoin Sonny at the table. He eyes Jason suspiciously.
Sonny: You two got that all figured out now?
Jason: I’m sorry, sir. I just got caught up in the moment. Forgive me. I was a little out of line and that’s not why we came to this meeting. We came to make sure there was still peace. I don’t want to throw that away.
Jason extends his hand to Sonny, who continues to eyeball him, before he eventually shakes his hand. Jason now bares a wide grin as Jack finally speaks up.
Jack: Alright, now that that’s settled, I think we’re still just working with respect, yeah? A gentlemen’s agreement?
Sonny: Yeah, kid. Gentlemen’s agreement.
Jason: Sorry about earlier. Been through some things. We’ll be in touch.
Sonny suspiciously eyes the two as they walk away and back into the elevator. Neither one says a word until they are in the car with Jack behind the wheel.
Jason: I say we take all this shit from him.
Jack: WHAT? You were just in there telling him we’re cool!
Jason: Exactly. I’m gonna lure this old man in to a false sense of security. I’m gonna get him, before he gets us.
Jack: You clearly need help, I’m going to take you to the hospital.
Jason: Come on, bro! You know I’m telling the truth! I wasn’t wrong about Benny, and I’m not wrong about this guy. Aren’t you tired of kissing his ass? It’s time we, the Washington family, we took what should be ours. You know I’m right, deep down.
Jack stared at Jason, not even blinking before he turned away, but there was... a gleam in his eyes. He had clearly given this some thought.
On Camera: Click.
Jack this time is standing, pacing, with an almost manic look on his face. He has a wild-eyed stare at nothing in particular, almost as if he is confused at his own situation. He looks at the Internet championship on his shoulder, staring blankly for a few seconds before he turns to the camera and begins. Jack: I had to think about it, because the part of me that is... somewhat generous, the part of me that still gives a shit about people, the part of me that still wants to care... It crept back into my mind, man. It put itself front and cent of my mind and it made me think. And part of me, just want that part to go away and let me just be who I am. Because I have become conflicted with what I have to do, and how I have to do this.
Because let’s just face the truth of the situation: What I have to do, is destroy a legend. And part of doesn’t really want to do that, and Goth is pretty much forcing my hand. You know you are Goth. You’re making me do something I really don’t want to do. This should be just an easy thing, we go to Athens, I beat your ass and retain my title, and that should be the end of all this. There shouldn’t be anything more difficult than that. This should as easy as cake, but no, oh no, Goth wants to make this difficult. Goth wants to try and recapture some glory that he had a long time ago, and at the same time, prove to his new good buddies, who don’t even acknowledge his existence right now, that he is just like that. He is searching for validation and approval, and so, he has put himself in this situation, and he is actually trying to make them believe, and by virtue, you believe, that he has a chance in hell of winning this Sunday. Goth is actually going to try and re-make a name for himself at my expense.
And I have become very, very conflicted by this.
You see, I can appreciate a man trying to stand on his own two feet regardless of whether or not people cheer him or not. And by the mere fact that he will be standing in the ring with me and Into the Void, people will cheer him, because he is, as he should be, an underdog. He honestly has no business being in the ring with me, and he knows that, but he wants to make you believe that he does. He wants to make you believe that it’s 2013 again and he will be that same Goth he was back then. Part of me respects that. It really does. Hey, if you’re not bothering me, or getting in my way, do whatever the hell it is you think you can do out there. If you want to go out in the ring and act like your 25 when you’re 50, go for it. You’re only as young as you feel right? I can dig that, go out there, do you, my guy.
But then we come to the big problem. You see, Goth IS standing in my way, Goth IS trying to take this championship from ME. And that, that can’t really happen. I tried to tell him, tried to warn him about what could happen, I told him flat out that he’s not in my league, he’s old, he’s fragile, he is broken down and he is better off just coming out as some kind of special attraction, or renting a folding table at a VFW and talking with all the other old-timers about the good-old days. He is much better served doing that, but no, no, Goth doesn’t want to listen. Maybe he’s hard of hearing or something, but when you come out and tell me, and tell the world that I... amuse you as the champion, that’s some disrespectful shit and that spits in the face of everything I have done, and all the work I put into this. That pisses me off and it makes me want to hurt Goth, really, really fucking bad.
I have to fight this urge now, to just walk up on this old man, and slap the shit out of him, knock him out of his walker and kick that shit down the road. Because I got that urge really bad right now, and I don’t want to go to jail, and I don’t want to be held responsible for what Goth is trying to make me do. Goth has his finger on the button, SCW. He’s really getting ready to push that button, and I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t know what will be left of him if he does. The man apparently has a death wish and he really wants me to put him out of his misery. He really is asking for me to do that to him, and I know you guys in SCW, you love Goth, he’s a legend, he’s a hall of famer, former world champion and everything. You want him around; you want him to show up and be able to compete in matches.
But if he pushes that button, he might not make it out of Athens.
Jack shakes his head, again staring at the championship, almost as if he is reassuring himself about what he’s about to get into. A small manic grin crosses his face as he contines. Jack: I just want everybody to understand the situation that we are in right now, and how badly things can go with Goth if he continues the disrespect, he’s shown to me. Goth is of the past, and I am the present, and future of this company, I already put the damn thing on my back twice already, and we soared to the highest of highs, and now, nobody gives a shit that the cowboy has the title. And he’s gonna face another old man and things are just going downhill. I’m trying, I’m really fucking trying to do everybody a big favor and make this work. But I can’t guarantee anything if Goth really wants to go through with this. I just want to appeal the human being Goth, and not the foolish old man who is trying to re-live his glory days. I’m making it as plain as I can that this man is in trouble. I’m making it as simple as humanly possible, that if Goth pushes that button, we’re going someplace that he is no longer ready for, and he may not have ever been ready for his entire LIFE.
I’m making this appeal because part of me really, really don’t want Goth to make me do what he’s trying to make do. I don’t want to end a career, I don’t want to have to embarrass and humiliate this man on a stage like this. There’s no glory in that. There’s nothing to be proud of. This is lose-lose for me. If I win this match, of course I won this match, I was supposed to. Goth is an old man, he’s feeble and washed up, but if I lose, I lost to an old man. Is it not enough that you had your time a decade ago Goth? Is that not good enough for you? Are you that insecure and jealous? Is it really like that? Because if it is, and you take the choice out of my hands, and you make the choice for me, you will not have anyone to blame but yourself. I will not take responsibility for crippling an old man and making an example of him. If you choose to continue the way you’re going, this could be your last match ever. I’m telling you this, because you are a legend and I can respect that.
But... but but but, that’s part of me. The other part? The other very much wants you to make that choice. That part of me, is HOPING you make that choice and you make me do this. A BIG part of me wants you to make me pull that trigger, Goth. Part of me would LOVE it for you to put me in this position, because then, then I can do this without restrictions and put you out of the game without feeling the least bit sorry about it. I’ve been wanting to beat the shit out of a lot of people, and you are rapidly climbing the list. Part of me is thinking about what I could do to you.
The small grin is replaced by a nearly psychotic grin. Jack has never had this look on his face before on camera. The near ever-present scowl, and only semi-present smug grin is replaced by this new look. One of pure malevolence. Jack: Oh yes, a big part of me wants that very much. How I could cement my legacy by putting you down once and for all. To make sure that you NEVER try and cross my path again, that you are brought back to your garbage little group in pieces and barely able to communicate, and you eat your meals through a straw for a long ass time. Part of me would RELISH in dismantling a hall of famer and leaving him a broken mess. And I get why you joined the group, Goth. You are like they are, you are weak and unable to stand on your own. And part of me can’t wait to see the look on their faces when you walk back empty handed and are nothing but a drooling mess of a person.
Oh yes, that would be great. That part of me has been wanting to be unleashed for a long time, Goth. The part that watches men like you crumble, and look up at me with those eye that plead for mercy once they realize the mistake they have made. It’s why I work alone, Goth. It’s why I do what I do. Because I get the chance to humble people like you. Because you have to understand Goth, I hold your future in my hands. I can do things to you that nobody has ever done before. I can take you and reduce you to less than nothing, and part of me wants to see what that’s actually like. I get fucking giddy over here, thinking about how I can hurt you, and how I can show you how dangerous I am. I always tell people I will do whatever it takes to get to the top, and stay at the top. And what you are doing right now? What you’re doing right now is putting your finger on that button to make unleash everything and not have to worry about the consequences, because it’s not ME who’s going to be responsible for that. No, it’s you Goth. You would be solely responsible for what I do to you.
That part of me scares me sometimes Goth. Maybe I’m fucked up, you know? Maybe I just have these impulses to do bad things and that darker side just pokes it’s head out from time to time and it’s just making sure I know it’s still there. And I know, you’ve got a name like Goth, you’re into that cult shit, that devil worshipping or whatever, and that doesn’t scare me, like I scare myself. Because you can dress like it’s the fucking 1700’s or bite the heads of chickens and bathe in their blood or whatever the fuck, but nothing worries me, than thinking about what I can do to a man. But that’s not even the worst part. That part of me that wants to do that shit, it wants to let me ENJOY IT.
That part of me has imagined what it would be like. I mean, that’s what I got into wrestling for outside of money. To punch motherfuckers in the face and not go to jail for it. And what you’re doing right now is going to take the handcuffs off of me. It’s going to set me free and then, when I destroy you, and when I beat your ass, possibly nearly to death at your age, it won’t be my fault. You have you hand on that button, and I know, I know deep down you want to push it, because you want to prove yourself. You want to show everybody that you still got it and you can hang with any generation of talent. And you know that you’re going to really want to push that button, and while part of me really wants you to stop yourself, because that part of me knows what’s going to happen, the other half is outright FUCKING DARING YOU to do it. That part of me is licking his chops, ready to beat you within an inch of your life and make you regret ever trying me, Goth. I guess the ball is in your court now.
It looks like someone has just flipped a switch and all that maniacal grinning goes away. The scowl returns, and then the smug grin. Clearly Jack is torn, or borderline psychotic himself. Something clearly has changed. Jack: That choice is really up to you. You are playing with fire and you’re going to get burned, Goth. The real questions is, which are you going to choose. Are you going to restrain yourself, take your ass whooping like a man, and then show me the respect I deserve? Are you going to understand that you are taking not only your career but your LIFE in your hands when you do this? Are you going to realize that you are no longer a player in this game and just let it finally sink in?
Or... are you going to make me beat the respect and everything else, out of you? You understand that you’re fucked, either way, right? You’re not going to walk out of Athens with my championship, that’s for damn sure, if you’re think that you got a punchers chance, that’s about the best you have, Goth. But you might as well be blind and have arthritis because that’s the best you can hope for. Are you going to push that button and make me beat you like a red-headed step child until you cannot take it anymore, Goth? Are you going to play the brave solider and ride into battle and go out guns blazing? Let me just make it clear that you have no more ammo in your gun and you are out gunned from the start. It’s basically a suicide mission for you, Goth.
Is that what you want? Is that REALLY what you want?
I would just advise you to choose carefully. Because one way or another, I’m going to do what should have been done a long time ago, Goth. It’s just like when the horse is lame and it can’t race anymore. It’s like when... what’s the dog, old yeller. Yah, Old yeller got rabies and they had to put him down. That’s what this is going to be, Goth. Just like that. The only real difference, you have a choice how you go out. You can go out peacefully, or I can TAKE YOU OUT.
I will leave the choice up to you Goth, I just hope that you are comfortable with the consequences of your actions.
You will be put down, Goth. One way or another. Part of me wants you to accept that, and the other half is BEGGING for you to disagree. It’s waiting for you to make that choice, and when you do, that’s it. Although, I have to warn you now, that you may choose the easy way, and you might just still get the beating of your life.
One way or another, we’re going out back, Goth.
And I’m gonna pull the trigger.
See you in Athens, Old man.
Jack makes a gun out of his finger, and mimics a trigger pulling and that has us cut to black and we’re out. Click.
Face. Of. The. Franchise