Curt and Shakir wait patiently in a beat up rusted van outside of a hotel; both of them are dressed in Arabic robes that are plain brown and black. Curt is behind the wheel with Shakir in the passenger seat keeping a keen eye out for their target Meanwhile, Ronnie is walking down the hotel lobby, having a conversation with his wife Toya, talking about nothing in particular, but more like catching up with each other since both are out of town at the moment. Ronnie walks through the revolving door of the hotel, and stands there, looking around. Shakir spots Ronnie instantly he reaches over tapping Curt on the shoulder frantically

Shakir: There he is! There he is!

Curt Evers: Alright let’s ambush him and give him his two choices.

The two jump out of the van Curt has a handgun in his hand and stuffs it inside his robe as the two sly men begin weaseling their way towards an unexpecting Ronnie. Shakir's cell phone goes off startling him and making him frantically grab the phone to shut it off making him just seconds late on appearing on the other side of Ronnie...which gives him enough time to clothesline Curt and kick Shakir, before grabbing them both and trying to take them back to the van. Both Shakir and Curt start to fight with Ronnie again, but Ronnie, spotting the cops down the block, quickly lets them "escort" him with no incident back to the van, as all three get in.

Ronnie: Now if you wanted to meet me, all you had to do was ask. What do you want?
Curt's rage explodes in him as he tries to lunge at Ronnie but Shakir grabs him throwing him back

Shakir: We are here to negotiate with you; we are nothing more then humble servants of Allah here to give you two humbling choices friend.

Curt reaches into his robe putting his hand on the gun wanting so badly to give into the urge to put two in Ronnie's chest but manages to push his anger down

Curt Evers: The two choices are die right here by my hand, or agree to a deal that will be a major gain to the both of us.

Shakir: What my friend is saying about this other choice is after this Havoc the following Havoc we make a vote to seal the deal between us. You agree to help us and we agree to help you. You want the world title in your hands do you not? Well Curt and I want the All Stars title in our possession.

Curt Evers: So what that means is we gather in a circle of champions meeting and make a binding agreement that we will help you achieve your goal of becoming World champion again in return you ensure us the All Stars title.

Ronnie: So you've given up on the tag titles? You don't want any glory on your own Shakir...you're so willing to let Curt have it all?

Curt Evers: We haven’t given up on the tag titles at all, think of the All Stars title as being our back up to the possibilities of us losing the tag titles... We have to stay in the circle of Champions some how or another.

Shakir: I do not seek glory like my friend Curt, I only seek to obey and serve Allah.....

Curt Evers: So when the time comes you get the world title and you ensure the All Stars title goes around my waist, after that we can part ways.... I don't think you really have much of a choice Ronnie either help us and yourself in the process or be exterminated here and now. We could save Senester the trouble of dealing with you....

Ronnie: You can put the gun down now. Your offer does interest me. All this is conditional on when the World title is officially mine, and not one second before. And if Senester really wanted to deal with me, it would have already been done by now. He knows the truth when it is staring him in the face, and that is why he will do nothing to me

Curt Evers: Perfect the very next Havoc at the circle of Champions meeting the agreement will be put in a binding contract where if you fail to deliver on your end or decide to bail all of a sudden your contract here will be terminated. The same consequences will be added to our end as well if we fail to deliver on our end which we won’t.

Shakir: Know this Ronnie McNeil by signing this deal with us you will be working for Allah himself the very one you challenge....

Shakir's serious tone goes into a sly victorious tone

Shakir: But I'm sure you already knew that, you already know what you’re getting yourself into, don't you Ronnie....

Ronnie: There are many things about me that you don't understand...we may very well be looking in the same direction...or not. We may have the same goals...or not. The only thing that won't change is my desire to become the world champion again. And to those ends....are why I agree to help you.

Curt Evers: Shakir and I both agree Ronnie that you would make a far better world champion then that flash in the pan Talon Wilkinson.... Once you become world champion we might even pop in from time to time to help ensure Talon is kept at bay from the World title....

Shakir: Allah wants the world title around you Ronnie it is his will.... For whatever his reasoning and plans are behind it I do not know but it is your destiny to take the title for yourself... Allah isn't the threatening challenge that is before you Ronnie, the challenge is yourself.... You must overcome the odds and your own personal struggles if you wish to be the greatest once more...

Curt Evers: Yeah whatever he said.... Now I guess our meeting is done and over get the hell out of our van before anymore attention is drawn this way.

Ronnie: Curt....if you ever learned to control that fire...you could obtain everything you ever wanted...think on that...

And with that, Ronnie slides open the van door, and gets out. The van starts up and TNT drives off leaving Ronnie behind to think on the decision he has just made.


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I already know you know the despicable mother ####er that's in front of you. I'm a Jedi riding the red eye destined for greatness, Logan, and you're stuck in a man's game now like Danica Patrick. I'm what champions are made of and you're an intruder. You're faced me once before, and you know deep down in your entire being that you can't beat me. Candle lit dinners leave you grounded like electrical sockets when ####ing with a man such as myself. My thoughts alone take catwalks above the feeble monstrosities you think enlighten the peers amongst you. Hand jobs on the media circuit don't win matches, son, so shut your mouth like a b###h with crooked teeth when the camera flashes. I'm far from liking you and your motives don't allow me to accept you. I fly while you mortals figure we're birds. Get a clue before you're eaten. And if my rhetoric isn't hitting your ear flawlessly like a device with Bluetooth technology, I don't know what is. I’m here to kill, not to cater nor play around to the opponents put in front of me. You're a bowling pin and I'm far from the single ball that comes down the lane with the skill of the person who rolled it. I'm the sweeper, taking all of you out when your turn ends.


And with that being said, I hope your loss this week soothes your pride in ways you never imagined. I hope it gives you a sense of urgency when it comes to being who you are, rather than what people want you to be. After all, look at what it's done for me, Logan. In any event, I must end this at some point, and when it does, just know for a fact that it starts my gold rush towards making you worse off than the bar fights you already go through.

Fate salutes you with open arms, Logan, accept it.