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The scene opens up to the rear door of The Delta Center. Fans can be seen filing out into the parking lot still...Dan Ryan comes walking out slowly, glancing toward the fans....dark sunglasses and a long overcoat hiding his identity. The phone rings....
Ryan: Hello?....Hey, what's up Dragon? Yeah, I know. (amused) Well, I don't know about that. I'm not exactly sure what to make of it just yet. We'll have to wait and see.
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Ryan: Nah, Kevin owed me one. I laid into him pretty good that night, even if I wasn't myself. We're even now.
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Ryan: (looking very serious) Not unless he's got a death wish. He knows me a lot better than that. We're through with that issue as far as I'm concerned.
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Ryan: Miller? I'm not through with Miller just yet, but I'm gonna keep all of that under wraps for now. I've got something even bigger lined up. Plus I need to get a handle on what Dupree is up to.
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Ryan: I don't know, man. He went to a lot of trouble to point out what he should've done two years ago. He knows that's what's caused all this crap to begin with. Maybe the point finally got pounded into him.
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Ryan: (laughs) Yeah, or the multiple powerbombs or the putting him in a wheelchair for three months!...I don't know, we'll see. Anyway, lemme check out. I'll give you a call this weekend......later.
Ryan clicks off his cell phone and reaches down to put it in his gym bag when a stretch limo pulls up...the back window rolls down and Chad Dupree sticks his head out...
Dupree: Hey champ, hop in.
Ryan looks at him for a moment and then glances down at his gym bag...the championship belt shining up at him....and smiles...
Ryan: Sure thing boss.
Ryan goes around to the other side of the lime, takes one last look around and gets in......and the limo drives off.......
Ryan: Hello?....Hey, what's up Dragon? Yeah, I know. (amused) Well, I don't know about that. I'm not exactly sure what to make of it just yet. We'll have to wait and see.
..pause....
Ryan: Nah, Kevin owed me one. I laid into him pretty good that night, even if I wasn't myself. We're even now.
...pause....
Ryan: (looking very serious) Not unless he's got a death wish. He knows me a lot better than that. We're through with that issue as far as I'm concerned.
..pause...
Ryan: Miller? I'm not through with Miller just yet, but I'm gonna keep all of that under wraps for now. I've got something even bigger lined up. Plus I need to get a handle on what Dupree is up to.
..pause...
Ryan: I don't know, man. He went to a lot of trouble to point out what he should've done two years ago. He knows that's what's caused all this crap to begin with. Maybe the point finally got pounded into him.
..pause...
Ryan: (laughs) Yeah, or the multiple powerbombs or the putting him in a wheelchair for three months!...I don't know, we'll see. Anyway, lemme check out. I'll give you a call this weekend......later.
Ryan clicks off his cell phone and reaches down to put it in his gym bag when a stretch limo pulls up...the back window rolls down and Chad Dupree sticks his head out...
Dupree: Hey champ, hop in.
Ryan looks at him for a moment and then glances down at his gym bag...the championship belt shining up at him....and smiles...
Ryan: Sure thing boss.
Ryan goes around to the other side of the lime, takes one last look around and gets in......and the limo drives off.......