Family Reunion
{The large hand on the giant clock known internationally as "Big Ben" strikes 12 o'clock, and chimes begin to sound, annoucing the time to the surrounding city. Directly below, sitting on a bench along the sidewalk, is Angel of Death. He looks at his watch, comparing the time on it to the time being announced to the world, then begins adjusting his watch to match it. As he does so, a familar figure steps up to the bench. Pan up to see Rick Donaldson, better known as The Wraith, smiling down at AOD.}
Rick: {sitting down} Don't you ever have that thing correct?
AOD: Normally, oh brother in law of mine. But since you decided to move halfway around the world from your sister and I, my watch just hasn't been able to catch up.
Rick: From what I hear, your watch isn't the only one losing a step lately.
AOD: Yeah, an unfortunate loss last week thanks to Ray Santana is just the beginning of my problems. Now he and I have to sign a non-aggression contract until Blood Bath.
Rick: Convenient timing though. You guys sign the contract, and then you have an International Title shot later in the night. Couldn't ask for better odds, now could you?
AOD: Well, if you would come out of retirement ...
Rick: Sorry, bro. Nothing could get me back into that ring full time.
AOD: Not even the return of Team Danger?
{Rick looks at AOD with surprise, then frowns.}
Rick: Don't kid about that type of thing.
AOD: Hate to tell you, but I'm not kidding.
Rick: Damn. No, not even a chance at Team Danger would bring me back. I'm happy where I am, working for EUWC Europe here in London. I tell ya, working as a talent scout is something you should think about.
AOD: I already scout talent. While kicking their ass in the ring. But that's neither here nor there. You are right about the perfect timing. Taylor can't have Santana's help in that match, and he'll need it. I have every intention of breaking his little streak as International Champion, and shutting him up for good. He's got a shot at the big belt right now, and maybe it's time he dropped the International Title and took aim at a title that many feel he deserves more. Personally, I hate the jackass, and his awful sense of humor. Seriously, blaming Alucard for my win and subsequent loss of the EUWC World Title?
Rick: Come on now, that bit was funny. Iowa? Alucard is responsible for the state of Iowa? Classic stuff, Dante. Classic stuff.
AOD: True, he has his funny moments. But being World Champion isn't all fun and games. To be a champion you need to be serious too. Frankly, I'm afraid that becoming EUWC World Champion ranks too far below getting into Kandi Reed's pants in his book.
Rick: Kandi? Hell, who hasn't been in her pants.
AOD: Well, I for one, and apparently Taylor. Of course, the rejection he feels from Kandi will be nothing compared to the pain I plan on inflicting on him this Friday. The International Title is the last real title I need to hold in the EUWC before I can truly call myself a legend in that promotion. I realized this shortly after I held the World Title. While I want to be World Champion again, I think I need to be International Champion first, to prove that it's really time to remember me, and what I can bring to a title. Honor, prestige, and class. Not like that joker Taylor. Living by the rules. Hell, you and I both know that not everything can follow the rules to the letter. There's always room for interpretation and improvisation. I'll just have to teach that lesson to Taylor.
Rick: Well, good luck this Friday. You know there's two people cheering for you over on this side of the pond. Say hi to Rebecca for me.
{Rick stands up, and AOD does shortly after. They shake hands briefly, then embrace.}
AOD: I will. You say hello to Jessica for us. I'll be seeing you.
{The brothers-in-law part ways as we fade to black.}
