Post by Jeff Purse on May 22, 2016 10:54:45 GMT -5
We join our hero, 'The Future' Jeff Purse sitting at the counter in his kitchen, while his finacee Kari walks around the kitchen itself, trying to hold in her anger. She was of course holding it all in for the babies sake, Patrick Gage Purse, who was sleeping in his room. This was one of those rare moments that the two adults had to themselves since Kari found out that Jeff was competing in the WCF Trio's Tournament alongside his long time friends Polar Phantasm and Steve Orbit. The first match had already taken place, and soon enough they would be going up against six people in order to move on. It was a nine man tag match, and Jeff couldn't be more excited, however, Kari was very pissed off.
Kari Kendall: Jeff you are an absolute fucking asshole, you know that? I mean, you promised me that you would stop wrestling for a while and help me with Patrick, and now you are going to run off and continue to compete. What the hell is your problem?
Jeff Purse: Look, Kari, I am sorry, but its hard for me to sit around and do nothing.
Kari Kendall: Jeff. You almost died. YOU ALMOST DIED! What don't you get about that?
Jeff Purse: Look, I didn't almost die.
Kari Kendall: He launched you fucking thirty feet into the air and into the audience.
Jeff Purse: Come one Kari. I did Extreme sports, then I wrestled, and now you want me to just sit at home and do nothing.
Kari Kendall: NO! I want you to help me here. Help me take care of the baby.
Jeff Purse: Its not like I am gone that much Kari. And I do all the chores around here anyway, I cook, I clean, I do laundry-
Kari Kendall: YOU ALWAYS DO THAT! Because you are al kinds of FUCKED up!
Jeff rolls his eyes and goes to the fridge. He opens the door and pours himself a glass of apple juice. He puts the juice container back where it came from, the exact spot that apple juice is supposed to go, and turns back to Kari while drinking his juice.
Jeff Purse: I don't appreciate you referring to my OCD as being FUCKED up. Ok? I am gone one fucking day to do this.
Kari Kendall: JEFF! Nathan almost killed you. Don't you get it?
A muffled cry is heard, and Kari rolls her eyes, turning toward the baby. Jeff grabs her and kisses her.
Jeff Purse: I got it. You...take care of my juice.
Kari let out a smile she was trying to hide as Jeff turned and drank the rest of his juice, and then began washing his glass. Kari crossed her arms as Patrick cried, and Jeff put the glass into the cabinet. He smiled at Kari and went off to Patricks room. Just then the phone rang and Kari grabbed it.
Kari Kendall: Hello?
WCF Staff: Um...is Mr. Purse available.
Kari Kendall: He is busy can I take a message?
WCF Staff: Uh...is this Kari?
Kari Kendall: Yes...who is this?
WCF Staff: Um, its Hank Brown.
Kari Kendall: Oh. Hello Hank, what do you need?
Hank Brown: Um. Look...Jeff has always been real cool to me...so I wanted to call and say that most of Slam has been cancelled. Seth isn't really alerting the roster, but...tell Jeff its probably best if he stays home.
Kari Kendall: What? Why? Whats going on Hank?
Hank Brown: Look, I don't have all the details and I am already breaking the rules here. Just...tell him not to come.
Hank hung up the phone as Jeff re-entered the kitchen. Kari was standing there with the phone to her chest, thinking about how she was going to break the news to Jeff.
Jeff Purse: He is ok now. Just needed some awesome daddy snuggles. Oh jeez, I really am getting old...'awesome daddy snuggles'? Gross. Who was that on the phone?
Kari Kendall: Oh, um...that was Hank.
Jeff Purse: Hank...?
Kari Kendall: Brown. From the WCF.
Jeff Purse: OH. Right. What did he want?
Kari Kendall: Um...apparently Seth is cancelling a lot of matches on Sunday and...well..you shouldn't go.
Jeff Purse: Ok...um...what the fuck does that mean?
Kari Kendall: I don't kno-
Jeff Purse: Thats not funny Kari. You don't want me to wrestle so you tell me the show is cancelled. Wow.
Jeff takes out his phone and begins going through it as Kari stares at him with her mouth hanging slightly open.
Kari Kendall: EXCUSE ME? Jeff I am not lying to you. Why would I?
Jeff puts his phone to his ear as he rolls his eyes at Kari.
Jeff Purse: Hey, Cam- yeah...uh huh. Really? Why? Oh...ok.
Jeff hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket. He takes a deep sigh as he turns back to Kari.
Jeff Purse: You are so beautiful.
Kari Kendall: Shut up. What happened?
Jeff Purse: I don't know, apparently some internal strife and Seth is gonna fire everyone or something. I don't know.
Jeff walks into the living room and flops onto the couch. Kari is right behind him, sitting next to him and wrapping her arms around him. He sighs and turns on the television.
Kari Kendall: I am sorry. I mean, I didn't want you to wrestle...but I'm sorry.
Jeff Purse: I know.
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Jeff is sitting in the room of Patrick G Purse, his infant son, watching him play in his little play area. He was currently pushing blocks over, then picking them up, then pushing them over. It was thrilling, to say the very least.
Jeff Purse: And you know Patrick, what the crazy thing is...is I think we could have won. I mean, sure we had to face a lot more people than the other teams in round two, we had to face two teams, but I think we could have won. Our team had it all, we had the speed thanks to me, the gusto thanks to Polar, and the cool, awesome, pimpness thanks to Steve. Really, it was hard to say what one person was the standout. You know how every team has a stand out? Like, clearly in Gables team he was the standout. In Jay Omega's team he was the standout. Everyone had a standout. Not us though, no sir. We were all equally matched and equally equipped to win.
The baby let out a really loud, drawn out fart that made Jeff laugh.
Jeff Purse: Ah, kid, you are hilarious. I love the shit out of you. Anyway, yeah, we could have won Patrick, but then that psychopath Seth Lerch decided he was going to shred the contracts. So...fucking...I guess I just...don't have a contract anymore. Which is bullshit because I have had a contract with that damn company since 2011. You know, I helped form that fucking company into what it is today.
Just then the front door opens and the voice of Kari Kendall calls out.
Kari Kendall: Jeff, I am home. I checked the mail...you got a package.
Jeff Purse: Ooo packages are always fun. Lets go see, shall we Patrick?
With that he picks the baby up and goes to see what Kari has for him. Its a small package, clearly it has some documents in it. He opens it up and pulls out the stack of documents, on top is a letter.
Jeff Purse: Who the fuck is 'A friend'.
Kari Kendall: What is it.
Jeff looks at the actual documents themselves.
Jeff Purse: Holy shit Kari.
Kari Kendall: What?
Jeff Purse: Its...its my contract. That bastard didn't shred my contract.
Kari is a step in front of Jeff, though, as she already has WCF on the phone.
Kari Kendall: Look, my clients contract didn't get shredded when Seth had his stupid fucking rampage, and I demand you honor it, or else we will see you in court.
Jeff looks at his baby boy.
Jeff Purse: Your mom is freaking awesome.
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We join Jeff, in one of his favorite spots on his farm, sitting atop the half pipe he has constructed near the barn. He is looking up into the night sky, each star a burning ball of gas which has probably burnt out by the time Jeff's eyes see it. He doesn't care. He enjoyed staring at them, especially before a particularly big match. And he had one coming up that is for sure. Him vs Steve Orbit, for a chance to move on in the WCF Classic.
Jeff Purse: I have pretty much only known Steve Orbit as a friend. Oh sure, there were times when he and I butted heads, there were times when we were on opposing sides of a battle, I mean, Pantheon and Genesis. But I never really had too much issue with Steve at those times. Pantheon vs Vapor Kings, still MY fight was never really with Steve Orbit. Even when Jonny and I had our match, Steve was there, he referred it, but still...we never really fought.
I got the chance of a lifetime recently, a chance not many guys in this business get...its a dream of many people to be able to team up with two of the greats that this company has ever seen. Polar Phantasm, who has been like a phantom since he left back in 2012, but man when he comes back, its like that mother fucker can pick up where he left off. And I got the opportunity to not only team with him, but that son of a bitch considers me his best friend, I mean fuck, he named his kid after me. How fucking lucky am I?
I have a friend in Polar Phantasm that most people dream about. When we decided to do Trio's, only one other name came to mind who could help us win. No, not Corey, not Jay, not Jonny, not Jayson, not Alex, no, there was only one. Steve. Mother. Fucking. Orbit. The pimp himself, Steve Orbit. He was the only logical choice. Three men who have dreamed about winning that tournament but never quite got there....only to have it fucked up for us. We had that match, we would have had that match anyway, since the three of us are just...much better than our opponents. But Seth went crazy...but oddly enough, me and Steve were two guys lucky enough to survive Seth's mad purge...
Jeff, in clear Jeff fashion, slid down the half pipe so that he was eventually laying in the very middle, looking up at the stars. He didn't have them on his face, because he wasn't a douche, but he did have his aviators clipped on his shirt. Just cause.
Jeff Purse: So what does that dickhead Seth do? He cancels the tournament, of course, because half the fucking roster is gone. Most of the good roster too, Jay Omega, Bonnie Blue, everyone else. Now we are left with people like Sarah Twilight and Dag Riddik. Those fucks. Oh, and of course, Logan, the WCF Champion. It would be great if that fucker won his match and he and I got to face each other and I could rip that god damn belt off of his disgusting ass. Yuck. 'The Family' is just a bunch of disgusting bullshitters. I don't know why Sarah Twilight quit them, she one of the most disgusting, biggest bullshitter that there is.
But of course, I digress. There was one person, though, of course minus Kari, who warned me about how fucked up Sarah Twilight was way back when. One person reached out to me, to help me because that person was a good person. No matter what he had done before, that person still reached out to try and help me. That person...Steve Orbit. So you get the picture I am trying to paint here. Despite the actual pimping, despite him being on opposite sides as me, Steve Orbit is a good guy. And him and I, well, we have a lot of history together.
We were in Cryogenix together, probably our first chance to really work together as a team. And while Polar and Corey and Price were all on that team as well, Steve was the standout to me. The guy who I really liked to talk to and hang out with. Our first episode had Steve and I breaking into WCF headquarters, and it was some of the best times I have had in the WCF. Basically, of course, I am trying to explain to you people how much I actually like Steve Orbit, and how bullshit it is that Seth fucking put us together first round. Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit isn't a first round mother fucking fight.
Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit is a fucking main event at a PPV, SETH! Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit is a match that people have been waiting to see, SETH! And you book it, not even as a main event, on Slam. And here I have to fight Steve on regular television, knowing that it should be Steve and I in the finals of this fucking tournament. This is a match that needs to happen though. It needs to happen for history, for the fans, and for us. Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit is a match that has to happen.
Jeff sits up now, still sitting on the bottom of the half pipe. Instead of looking up at the stars however, he is know looking straight into the camera.
Jeff Purse: And I have to win. Sorry Steve, but its how this match has to play out. Lets just look at the facts, of course. I have been here longer. I have accomplished more. I am a founding member of the best stable you have ever been apart of, Steve. I have a family, and this is something I have to have. Understand? I have to have it. Steve, believe me when I say this...I respect the shit out of you and I think you are one of the most talented wrestlers that the WCF has ever seen. You have been screwed out of wins you should have won, and you have been treated like shit in this company. Meaning, of course, you have been through it all here.
The only thing you haven't done, Steve, the one thing you haven't done which is something that you NEED to do, Steve, is lose to me. I know that that sounds like I am fucked up and I am putting the standard of this fucking company on if you lose or win against me, but I am saying this with utmost respect and honesty, Steve, you deserve to lose to me. The greatest people in this company have lost to me. Corey Black. Logan. Gravedigger...and if I could have had that match at XIII I would have beat that bitch Torture too.
Basically what I am saying Steve, is that I represent something in this company. I am the motherfucker bar, and you are still trying to reach that bar Steve. I love ya, but I am going to beat you. Because right now, as shitty as this may be to say, I am the fucking stepping stone, and for as long as you have been here, you have never been the stepping stone. That means that I have done enough that people use me as a test to see if they are serious about wrestling or not. I make superstars Steve, by having steller matches with them. NvL, NightRider, Eric Price, Sarah Twilight, fucking Chelsea Armstrong. I fucking made those names. Because of the matches that I had with those people. Who have you ever made? Nobody. Because you are too busy still climbing the mountain. And my friend, someday, you will be there. But not this time Steve. Not this time.
Good luck buddy, you are gonna need it.
The scene fades to black.
Kari Kendall: Jeff you are an absolute fucking asshole, you know that? I mean, you promised me that you would stop wrestling for a while and help me with Patrick, and now you are going to run off and continue to compete. What the hell is your problem?
Jeff Purse: Look, Kari, I am sorry, but its hard for me to sit around and do nothing.
Kari Kendall: Jeff. You almost died. YOU ALMOST DIED! What don't you get about that?
Jeff Purse: Look, I didn't almost die.
Kari Kendall: He launched you fucking thirty feet into the air and into the audience.
Jeff Purse: Come one Kari. I did Extreme sports, then I wrestled, and now you want me to just sit at home and do nothing.
Kari Kendall: NO! I want you to help me here. Help me take care of the baby.
Jeff Purse: Its not like I am gone that much Kari. And I do all the chores around here anyway, I cook, I clean, I do laundry-
Kari Kendall: YOU ALWAYS DO THAT! Because you are al kinds of FUCKED up!
Jeff rolls his eyes and goes to the fridge. He opens the door and pours himself a glass of apple juice. He puts the juice container back where it came from, the exact spot that apple juice is supposed to go, and turns back to Kari while drinking his juice.
Jeff Purse: I don't appreciate you referring to my OCD as being FUCKED up. Ok? I am gone one fucking day to do this.
Kari Kendall: JEFF! Nathan almost killed you. Don't you get it?
A muffled cry is heard, and Kari rolls her eyes, turning toward the baby. Jeff grabs her and kisses her.
Jeff Purse: I got it. You...take care of my juice.
Kari let out a smile she was trying to hide as Jeff turned and drank the rest of his juice, and then began washing his glass. Kari crossed her arms as Patrick cried, and Jeff put the glass into the cabinet. He smiled at Kari and went off to Patricks room. Just then the phone rang and Kari grabbed it.
Kari Kendall: Hello?
WCF Staff: Um...is Mr. Purse available.
Kari Kendall: He is busy can I take a message?
WCF Staff: Uh...is this Kari?
Kari Kendall: Yes...who is this?
WCF Staff: Um, its Hank Brown.
Kari Kendall: Oh. Hello Hank, what do you need?
Hank Brown: Um. Look...Jeff has always been real cool to me...so I wanted to call and say that most of Slam has been cancelled. Seth isn't really alerting the roster, but...tell Jeff its probably best if he stays home.
Kari Kendall: What? Why? Whats going on Hank?
Hank Brown: Look, I don't have all the details and I am already breaking the rules here. Just...tell him not to come.
Hank hung up the phone as Jeff re-entered the kitchen. Kari was standing there with the phone to her chest, thinking about how she was going to break the news to Jeff.
Jeff Purse: He is ok now. Just needed some awesome daddy snuggles. Oh jeez, I really am getting old...'awesome daddy snuggles'? Gross. Who was that on the phone?
Kari Kendall: Oh, um...that was Hank.
Jeff Purse: Hank...?
Kari Kendall: Brown. From the WCF.
Jeff Purse: OH. Right. What did he want?
Kari Kendall: Um...apparently Seth is cancelling a lot of matches on Sunday and...well..you shouldn't go.
Jeff Purse: Ok...um...what the fuck does that mean?
Kari Kendall: I don't kno-
Jeff Purse: Thats not funny Kari. You don't want me to wrestle so you tell me the show is cancelled. Wow.
Jeff takes out his phone and begins going through it as Kari stares at him with her mouth hanging slightly open.
Kari Kendall: EXCUSE ME? Jeff I am not lying to you. Why would I?
Jeff puts his phone to his ear as he rolls his eyes at Kari.
Jeff Purse: Hey, Cam- yeah...uh huh. Really? Why? Oh...ok.
Jeff hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket. He takes a deep sigh as he turns back to Kari.
Jeff Purse: You are so beautiful.
Kari Kendall: Shut up. What happened?
Jeff Purse: I don't know, apparently some internal strife and Seth is gonna fire everyone or something. I don't know.
Jeff walks into the living room and flops onto the couch. Kari is right behind him, sitting next to him and wrapping her arms around him. He sighs and turns on the television.
Kari Kendall: I am sorry. I mean, I didn't want you to wrestle...but I'm sorry.
Jeff Purse: I know.
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Jeff is sitting in the room of Patrick G Purse, his infant son, watching him play in his little play area. He was currently pushing blocks over, then picking them up, then pushing them over. It was thrilling, to say the very least.
Jeff Purse: And you know Patrick, what the crazy thing is...is I think we could have won. I mean, sure we had to face a lot more people than the other teams in round two, we had to face two teams, but I think we could have won. Our team had it all, we had the speed thanks to me, the gusto thanks to Polar, and the cool, awesome, pimpness thanks to Steve. Really, it was hard to say what one person was the standout. You know how every team has a stand out? Like, clearly in Gables team he was the standout. In Jay Omega's team he was the standout. Everyone had a standout. Not us though, no sir. We were all equally matched and equally equipped to win.
The baby let out a really loud, drawn out fart that made Jeff laugh.
Jeff Purse: Ah, kid, you are hilarious. I love the shit out of you. Anyway, yeah, we could have won Patrick, but then that psychopath Seth Lerch decided he was going to shred the contracts. So...fucking...I guess I just...don't have a contract anymore. Which is bullshit because I have had a contract with that damn company since 2011. You know, I helped form that fucking company into what it is today.
Just then the front door opens and the voice of Kari Kendall calls out.
Kari Kendall: Jeff, I am home. I checked the mail...you got a package.
Jeff Purse: Ooo packages are always fun. Lets go see, shall we Patrick?
With that he picks the baby up and goes to see what Kari has for him. Its a small package, clearly it has some documents in it. He opens it up and pulls out the stack of documents, on top is a letter.
Dear Mr. Jeff Purse,
I am disappointed by what happened in the WCF, it was always one of my favorite things. I managed to salvage this interesting read that I think you find quite...interesting. All the best.
From, A Friend.
I am disappointed by what happened in the WCF, it was always one of my favorite things. I managed to salvage this interesting read that I think you find quite...interesting. All the best.
From, A Friend.
Jeff Purse: Who the fuck is 'A friend'.
Kari Kendall: What is it.
Jeff looks at the actual documents themselves.
Jeff Purse: Holy shit Kari.
Kari Kendall: What?
Jeff Purse: Its...its my contract. That bastard didn't shred my contract.
Kari is a step in front of Jeff, though, as she already has WCF on the phone.
Kari Kendall: Look, my clients contract didn't get shredded when Seth had his stupid fucking rampage, and I demand you honor it, or else we will see you in court.
Jeff looks at his baby boy.
Jeff Purse: Your mom is freaking awesome.
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We join Jeff, in one of his favorite spots on his farm, sitting atop the half pipe he has constructed near the barn. He is looking up into the night sky, each star a burning ball of gas which has probably burnt out by the time Jeff's eyes see it. He doesn't care. He enjoyed staring at them, especially before a particularly big match. And he had one coming up that is for sure. Him vs Steve Orbit, for a chance to move on in the WCF Classic.
Jeff Purse: I have pretty much only known Steve Orbit as a friend. Oh sure, there were times when he and I butted heads, there were times when we were on opposing sides of a battle, I mean, Pantheon and Genesis. But I never really had too much issue with Steve at those times. Pantheon vs Vapor Kings, still MY fight was never really with Steve Orbit. Even when Jonny and I had our match, Steve was there, he referred it, but still...we never really fought.
I got the chance of a lifetime recently, a chance not many guys in this business get...its a dream of many people to be able to team up with two of the greats that this company has ever seen. Polar Phantasm, who has been like a phantom since he left back in 2012, but man when he comes back, its like that mother fucker can pick up where he left off. And I got the opportunity to not only team with him, but that son of a bitch considers me his best friend, I mean fuck, he named his kid after me. How fucking lucky am I?
I have a friend in Polar Phantasm that most people dream about. When we decided to do Trio's, only one other name came to mind who could help us win. No, not Corey, not Jay, not Jonny, not Jayson, not Alex, no, there was only one. Steve. Mother. Fucking. Orbit. The pimp himself, Steve Orbit. He was the only logical choice. Three men who have dreamed about winning that tournament but never quite got there....only to have it fucked up for us. We had that match, we would have had that match anyway, since the three of us are just...much better than our opponents. But Seth went crazy...but oddly enough, me and Steve were two guys lucky enough to survive Seth's mad purge...
Jeff, in clear Jeff fashion, slid down the half pipe so that he was eventually laying in the very middle, looking up at the stars. He didn't have them on his face, because he wasn't a douche, but he did have his aviators clipped on his shirt. Just cause.
Jeff Purse: So what does that dickhead Seth do? He cancels the tournament, of course, because half the fucking roster is gone. Most of the good roster too, Jay Omega, Bonnie Blue, everyone else. Now we are left with people like Sarah Twilight and Dag Riddik. Those fucks. Oh, and of course, Logan, the WCF Champion. It would be great if that fucker won his match and he and I got to face each other and I could rip that god damn belt off of his disgusting ass. Yuck. 'The Family' is just a bunch of disgusting bullshitters. I don't know why Sarah Twilight quit them, she one of the most disgusting, biggest bullshitter that there is.
But of course, I digress. There was one person, though, of course minus Kari, who warned me about how fucked up Sarah Twilight was way back when. One person reached out to me, to help me because that person was a good person. No matter what he had done before, that person still reached out to try and help me. That person...Steve Orbit. So you get the picture I am trying to paint here. Despite the actual pimping, despite him being on opposite sides as me, Steve Orbit is a good guy. And him and I, well, we have a lot of history together.
We were in Cryogenix together, probably our first chance to really work together as a team. And while Polar and Corey and Price were all on that team as well, Steve was the standout to me. The guy who I really liked to talk to and hang out with. Our first episode had Steve and I breaking into WCF headquarters, and it was some of the best times I have had in the WCF. Basically, of course, I am trying to explain to you people how much I actually like Steve Orbit, and how bullshit it is that Seth fucking put us together first round. Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit isn't a first round mother fucking fight.
Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit is a fucking main event at a PPV, SETH! Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit is a match that people have been waiting to see, SETH! And you book it, not even as a main event, on Slam. And here I have to fight Steve on regular television, knowing that it should be Steve and I in the finals of this fucking tournament. This is a match that needs to happen though. It needs to happen for history, for the fans, and for us. Jeff Purse vs Steve Orbit is a match that has to happen.
Jeff sits up now, still sitting on the bottom of the half pipe. Instead of looking up at the stars however, he is know looking straight into the camera.
Jeff Purse: And I have to win. Sorry Steve, but its how this match has to play out. Lets just look at the facts, of course. I have been here longer. I have accomplished more. I am a founding member of the best stable you have ever been apart of, Steve. I have a family, and this is something I have to have. Understand? I have to have it. Steve, believe me when I say this...I respect the shit out of you and I think you are one of the most talented wrestlers that the WCF has ever seen. You have been screwed out of wins you should have won, and you have been treated like shit in this company. Meaning, of course, you have been through it all here.
The only thing you haven't done, Steve, the one thing you haven't done which is something that you NEED to do, Steve, is lose to me. I know that that sounds like I am fucked up and I am putting the standard of this fucking company on if you lose or win against me, but I am saying this with utmost respect and honesty, Steve, you deserve to lose to me. The greatest people in this company have lost to me. Corey Black. Logan. Gravedigger...and if I could have had that match at XIII I would have beat that bitch Torture too.
Basically what I am saying Steve, is that I represent something in this company. I am the motherfucker bar, and you are still trying to reach that bar Steve. I love ya, but I am going to beat you. Because right now, as shitty as this may be to say, I am the fucking stepping stone, and for as long as you have been here, you have never been the stepping stone. That means that I have done enough that people use me as a test to see if they are serious about wrestling or not. I make superstars Steve, by having steller matches with them. NvL, NightRider, Eric Price, Sarah Twilight, fucking Chelsea Armstrong. I fucking made those names. Because of the matches that I had with those people. Who have you ever made? Nobody. Because you are too busy still climbing the mountain. And my friend, someday, you will be there. But not this time Steve. Not this time.
Good luck buddy, you are gonna need it.
The scene fades to black.