Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2013 2:55:26 GMT -6
“Jason Scene?! What the hell was I thinking? I haven’t talked to that guy in years. There is no chance I’ll be able to get him to the 5th anniversary show to tag with me. I might as well have said I’d team up with Barney the purple dinosaur. It’s not going to happen.”
Bobby Backdoor yelled in the locker room after Ignite 151. He was sitting on the bench, slumped over, while his new sidekick Mario Lopez worked to cut the tape off of his wrists. The grueling match with Jarek Whitaker ended with another win in the victory column, but definitely took a toll. It was a very close match, with both competitors coming out with various bumps and bruises. Although, judging from the activity in the trainers room, Whitaker probably came out if it a little worse.
“I could definitely have gotten you Barney. Guy in the suit works out at my gym.” responds Mario Lopez. “He’s also a black belt in jui-jitsu. Probably would have been a better call than Scene. Plus, you’d only have to pay him in cocaine.”
“Cocaine? He works with children. I’m not giving him any of my cocaine!” replies Backdoor.
“Please, all those PBS actors that are on kids shows are major cokeheads. Back in the early nineties I was at this Hollywood coke party and walked in on the Lamb Chop lady giving Mr. Rogers a a hand job. With her puppet hand. Puppet on. Lamb chop was a damn good neighbor to Mr. Rogers.”
“While talking about Mr. Rogers’ dick is one of my top five favorite activities, I think we need to get back to the task at hand.” said a worried Backdoor.
“Why did you say Scene?” asked Mario Lopez as he readied an ice pack for Bobby’s achy knees. “I figured you’d have mentioned your old partner from your tag team Perverted Justice, Volcano Samson. Or at least somebody from the NEW roster. You’d at least know they’d be in the arena already.”
“I haven’t talked to Volcano in years. Since NEW pulled out of the inter-promotional war and PWE died, to be exact. He had just as much invested into PWE as I had, if not more. That company going down killed our friendship.” said a sighing Backdoor. “Plus, I heard he’s back wrestling in some GCW company with a bunch of our old friends. They’re all together. Like old times. And I’m here. In New Edge Wrestling. The worst place in the world. Life isn’t fair.”
“You did get yourself into New Edge because you couldn’t stop breaking the law…”
“Shut up, Mario Lopez! Shouldn’t you be using your Hollywood connections to find Jason Scene?”
“How can Hollywood help here? Jason Scene isn’t a celebrity anymore. He’s an under-the-radar ex-wrestler.” responds Lopez.
“Okay, use your Mexican drug cartel connections then. Seriously, why do I have to keep telling you how to be a Mexican? You’re awful at this.”
“You know, I’m getting tired of all the Mexican stereotypes, Bobby!” shouts Mario. “Just because I’m a Mexican, I automatically have Mexican cartel connections?!”
“Yes…”
“Fuck you, Bobby Backdoor.”
“Do you have any cousins or anything that have done time, Mario?”
“Well, one…But that doesn’t mean he’s in the cartel…”
“Call him. I’ll be in the truck.” said Bobby Backdoor as he left a frustrated Mario Lopez in the locker room.
Traveling through the halls of NEW, Bobby still felt like an outsider. Hell, he knew he was an outsider. It showed on the faces of everybody. Even the crew members who set up the ring wouldn’t look Bobby Backdoor in the eye. Former roster member Steve Thomas, who now is paid to clean toilets and sweep floors, is treated with more respect in NEW than Bobby Backdoor. “It’s okay,” thought Bobby as he got into the taco truck he now is forced to use as every day transportation. A man gets used to dirty looks and a lack of eye contact when he takes penises in and around his face multiple times a day. It’s just another day at the office. Although wrestling was supposed to be different for Bobby. With PWE, Bobby was in charge. People looked him in the eye. Now, in New Edge, wrestling is just like porn was. Degrading. Bobby used to hire and fire guys. Hell, he hired guys in that same locker room like Seth Iser. It’s actually ironic that Bobby was now searching for Jason Scene, as it once was a young Scene who sought out Bobby Backdoor, looking for his first wrestling contract.
(FLASHBACK)
“Come in!” yelled a seated, Bobby Backdoor. This PWE office was unlike any other executive office in America, that’s for sure. Most business executives don’t have a bronze mold of their cock on their desk as a paperweight. That’s probably because most executives cocks usually end up destroying their empires, not building them. While eccentric, Bobby Backdoor still gave off an intimidating presence to most people. Young, brash Jason Scene was not most people.
“I’m here to wrestle! And I’ll be the best damn wrestler in this company. I want Mike Park. I want Seth Iser. I want Usali Basilisk. I will be the PWE champion!” says a young Jason Scene as he walks toward the desk of Backdoor and sits.
“Who the hell are you?!” asks a bewildered Backdoor.
“I’m Jason Scene, your newest wrestler. Your next champion!”
“Are you even old enough to shave? Jason Scene? I’ve never heard of a wrestler named Jason Scene…”
“That’s because there hasn’t been a wrestler named Jason Scene until now. I’m going to wrestle for Phoenix Wrestling Elite. I want to prove myself against the best.”
“Kid, you want to start HERE? You do realize that locker room is full of past champions from federations all around the globe? You got guys like Nocturnal in there. They’ll eat you alive, kid. You might want to start somewhere a little less competitive, then work your way up to a PWE level. Can I recommend this little fed named New Edge Wrestling? They’d be more your speed.” said a dismissive Backdoor.
“With all due respect, Mr. Backdoor. I’m a champion, born and bred. I’m meant to be here. This is meant to be my first fed.” stated a confident Jason Scene.
“Hmmm…well…I gotta admit that I admire your moxy, kid. In fact, you remind me of a young Bobby Backdoor. The wrestling version, not the porn version. You don’t have the jaw to take a black monster. No offense.”
“Uhhh…none taken?..” said a confused Scene.
“Listen kid, I’m going to sign you because we could use a few curtain jerkers to open the show. You’re going to have to work your way up to the Mike Parks. But you could be there eventually.”
Bobby reached into his desk and pulled out a standard PWE contract. He grabbed a pen out of his desk and put it on the contract, sliding it over to Scene.
“Uhhh…do you have another pen? One a little less cartoonish?” asked Scene.
“What the hell is the matter with a Bananas in Pajamas pen? That show was awesome! They were bananas…IN PAJAMAS! Brilliant! How did they come up with that stuff? It’s gold!” said an enthusiastic Backdoor.
“With all due respect, Mr. Backdoor, I’m not going to sign my first wrestling contract with a Banana’s in Pajamas pen…”
“Fine!” snapped Backdoor as he slid a generic black bic pen across the desk to Scene. “Suit yourself, kid. But, I’ll tell you this. You’ve made an enemy today. I’ll NEVER team with somebody who doesn’t like Bananas in Pajamas. NEVER!”
(END FLASHBACK)
“Well, I guess I’ll have to go back on that decree” thought Backdoor. “That is, if I can find the damn guy.”
Mario Lopez slid into the drivers seat of the taco truck silently and turned the key in the ignition. The engine fired up and Mario put the truck in reverse. The truck was still in silence for the first hundred feet or so, before Bobby chirped up.
“So?”
“So what?” replied Mario Lopez.
“Did you find anything about Scene’s location?”
“Uh…well…I was able to find that Scene is living in an apartment in Toronto. Here’s the address.”
Mario slid a white piece of paper across the dashboard of the taco truck toward Backdoor.
“No relatives in the cartel, huh Mario?” teased Backdoor.
“Shut up. One of these days, you’re going to be wrong about us Mexicans. Damn racists can’t always win.”
“It’s not racism. It’s racial profiling. I learned a lot from watching COPS, man. Anyway, onward to Canada!”
(HOURS LATER, HIGHWAY NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER)
“So, these NEWBloods you’re facing, asks Mario Lopez. You know anything about them?”
“Very little,” replied Backdoor. “The Jacob Neal kid looks to have a lot of promise. He actually reminds me a little of a young Jason Scene. Canadian and full of confidence. I hear he actually idolized Scene as a kid. We can use that to our advantage if we can find Scene. Kid will piss himself if he gets in the ring with his idol. Do you know I actually shit myself the first time I had sex with Boy George? Poop everywhere. It was a Hunter Valentyne-esque level mess.”
“Fucking gross, man.” replied Lopez. “What about that Blitz guy?”
“I knew his Dad back in TEW. PsYcho was his name. With a capital Y. I didn’t really interact with that guy, but I remember he hated when craft service didn’t capitalize the “Y” on his cups when labeling them for lunch. Always thought that was a bit weird. Capital Y? Stupid. Really dumb.”
“That is pretty dumb.” replied Mario. “Isn’t he a football player?”
“Yeah, he plays for the University of Tennessee. Which is actually the gayest football team in the land. Little known fact: half the team blows each other in the locker room as a pregame ritual. You’d think they’d quit that, considering they haven’t won a damn thing in years. Do you know how many former Volunteers have been in my bedroom? Lots of em. Peyton Manning has felt the silkiness of my sheets. Oh yeah, he has.”
“Gross again!” replied Mario Lopez.
“Whatever, man. I’m going to take these NEWbloods and show them what it is to be a wrestler at this level. If I can find Scene, that is.”
The taco truck began to creep closer and closer to the Canadian border. Bobby starts to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“Here, switch me seats Mario.”
“Uh…okay.” replied Mario Lopez. “Why?”
“You’re going to have to take one for the team now, Mario.”
“What?!” asked Mario Lopez.
“I’m kind of a wanted man here in Canada, Mario. You see, years ago, me and Volcano Samson kind of kidnapped this guy who went by Hammy J up here in Canada. This real creepy, furry-loving guy. He used to dress up like a hamster and jerk off to Mickey Mouse and stuff. A real creep. Well, we kind of kidnapped him after stealing a whole bunch of guns from the Canadian military.”
“Wait, Canada has a military?” asked Mario.
“I know, right? Everybody always asks that. Anyway, I’m kind of a wanted man here. You’re going to have to be Bobby Backdoor while I continue on to find Scene.” said Bobby.
“How the hell is that going to work?” asked Mario.
“You see, I just took a picture of you and taped it over my passport photo and did the same with a picture of me. See?” said Backdoor as he showed Mario Lopez the passports.
“That’s a picture of me from Teen Beat magazine when I was sixteen!” shouted Mario Lopez. “There’s no way this is going to work!”
“Dude, you have no idea how dumb Canadian border officers are. Borderline down syndrome. Anway, here we are. Here goes nothing…”
The taco truck rolled up to the border guard station and the Canadian border officer motioned for them to roll down the window. Bobby does that and begins to speak.
“Hello, officer. I am a very famous and Mexican Mario Lopez. I have come to Canada to sell the tacos of my people to your people.”
“Tacos, eh?” said the Canadian border officer while looking at the crudely taped passport. “Sounds good, eh. Welcome to Canada, Mexican Mario Lopez. Who is this with you?”
“That’s Bobby Backdoor. He kidnapped me! He said he’s a fugitive. He tried to rape me! And he hates Maple Syrup!” said Backdoor, pointing to Mario Lopez.
“What?! No!” Screamed a surprised Mario Lopez.
“Bobby Backdoor, eh! You’re a fugitive! You’re under arrest! I knew one day I’d find you loitering aboot! Get out of the truck!” shouts the officer.
“What the fuck? I’m Mario Lopez! That’s Bobby Backdoor! I’m a famous TV actor! I was on Saved by the Bell! I’m Mexican! He’s white! Look at my skin!” shouts Mario Lopez.
“This passport says you’re a white Bobby Backdoor, so you’re a white Bobby Backdoor. It’s right here in print.”
“It’s taped! It’s a taped picture!” screams an exasperated Mario Lopez as he’s being handcuffed.
“Quit resisting, Mr. Backdoor. Or we’ll have to use force!” said the border officer.
“He’s Mr. Backdoor! I’m Mario Lopez!” screamed a struggling Lopez.
BAM! A gunshot is heard. Mario Lopez drops to his knees, and then to the ground. Dead. Shot in the head.
“I told you, I’d have to use force. Bobby Backdoor can’t hurt Canada ever again.” said the officer as he leaned into window of the taco truck, speaking to the real Bobby Backdoor.
“Mr. Lopez, it looks like Bobby Backdoor will never be raping your butthole again.”
“Thank you so much, officer!” screamed Backdoor as he started to put the truck into gear. “Now I can sell tacos to your people, sphincter intact!”
“I’m looking forward to it! Safe travels, Mr. Lopez!” said the Canadian border police officer.
Bobby pulls away from the stop and begins to drive into Canada.
“Thank you for taking one for the team, Mario. Your death will not be in vain. Now, to Jason Scene!”
(END…to be continued by Jason Scene)
Bobby Backdoor yelled in the locker room after Ignite 151. He was sitting on the bench, slumped over, while his new sidekick Mario Lopez worked to cut the tape off of his wrists. The grueling match with Jarek Whitaker ended with another win in the victory column, but definitely took a toll. It was a very close match, with both competitors coming out with various bumps and bruises. Although, judging from the activity in the trainers room, Whitaker probably came out if it a little worse.
“I could definitely have gotten you Barney. Guy in the suit works out at my gym.” responds Mario Lopez. “He’s also a black belt in jui-jitsu. Probably would have been a better call than Scene. Plus, you’d only have to pay him in cocaine.”
“Cocaine? He works with children. I’m not giving him any of my cocaine!” replies Backdoor.
“Please, all those PBS actors that are on kids shows are major cokeheads. Back in the early nineties I was at this Hollywood coke party and walked in on the Lamb Chop lady giving Mr. Rogers a a hand job. With her puppet hand. Puppet on. Lamb chop was a damn good neighbor to Mr. Rogers.”
“While talking about Mr. Rogers’ dick is one of my top five favorite activities, I think we need to get back to the task at hand.” said a worried Backdoor.
“Why did you say Scene?” asked Mario Lopez as he readied an ice pack for Bobby’s achy knees. “I figured you’d have mentioned your old partner from your tag team Perverted Justice, Volcano Samson. Or at least somebody from the NEW roster. You’d at least know they’d be in the arena already.”
“I haven’t talked to Volcano in years. Since NEW pulled out of the inter-promotional war and PWE died, to be exact. He had just as much invested into PWE as I had, if not more. That company going down killed our friendship.” said a sighing Backdoor. “Plus, I heard he’s back wrestling in some GCW company with a bunch of our old friends. They’re all together. Like old times. And I’m here. In New Edge Wrestling. The worst place in the world. Life isn’t fair.”
“You did get yourself into New Edge because you couldn’t stop breaking the law…”
“Shut up, Mario Lopez! Shouldn’t you be using your Hollywood connections to find Jason Scene?”
“How can Hollywood help here? Jason Scene isn’t a celebrity anymore. He’s an under-the-radar ex-wrestler.” responds Lopez.
“Okay, use your Mexican drug cartel connections then. Seriously, why do I have to keep telling you how to be a Mexican? You’re awful at this.”
“You know, I’m getting tired of all the Mexican stereotypes, Bobby!” shouts Mario. “Just because I’m a Mexican, I automatically have Mexican cartel connections?!”
“Yes…”
“Fuck you, Bobby Backdoor.”
“Do you have any cousins or anything that have done time, Mario?”
“Well, one…But that doesn’t mean he’s in the cartel…”
“Call him. I’ll be in the truck.” said Bobby Backdoor as he left a frustrated Mario Lopez in the locker room.
Traveling through the halls of NEW, Bobby still felt like an outsider. Hell, he knew he was an outsider. It showed on the faces of everybody. Even the crew members who set up the ring wouldn’t look Bobby Backdoor in the eye. Former roster member Steve Thomas, who now is paid to clean toilets and sweep floors, is treated with more respect in NEW than Bobby Backdoor. “It’s okay,” thought Bobby as he got into the taco truck he now is forced to use as every day transportation. A man gets used to dirty looks and a lack of eye contact when he takes penises in and around his face multiple times a day. It’s just another day at the office. Although wrestling was supposed to be different for Bobby. With PWE, Bobby was in charge. People looked him in the eye. Now, in New Edge, wrestling is just like porn was. Degrading. Bobby used to hire and fire guys. Hell, he hired guys in that same locker room like Seth Iser. It’s actually ironic that Bobby was now searching for Jason Scene, as it once was a young Scene who sought out Bobby Backdoor, looking for his first wrestling contract.
(FLASHBACK)
“Come in!” yelled a seated, Bobby Backdoor. This PWE office was unlike any other executive office in America, that’s for sure. Most business executives don’t have a bronze mold of their cock on their desk as a paperweight. That’s probably because most executives cocks usually end up destroying their empires, not building them. While eccentric, Bobby Backdoor still gave off an intimidating presence to most people. Young, brash Jason Scene was not most people.
“I’m here to wrestle! And I’ll be the best damn wrestler in this company. I want Mike Park. I want Seth Iser. I want Usali Basilisk. I will be the PWE champion!” says a young Jason Scene as he walks toward the desk of Backdoor and sits.
“Who the hell are you?!” asks a bewildered Backdoor.
“I’m Jason Scene, your newest wrestler. Your next champion!”
“Are you even old enough to shave? Jason Scene? I’ve never heard of a wrestler named Jason Scene…”
“That’s because there hasn’t been a wrestler named Jason Scene until now. I’m going to wrestle for Phoenix Wrestling Elite. I want to prove myself against the best.”
“Kid, you want to start HERE? You do realize that locker room is full of past champions from federations all around the globe? You got guys like Nocturnal in there. They’ll eat you alive, kid. You might want to start somewhere a little less competitive, then work your way up to a PWE level. Can I recommend this little fed named New Edge Wrestling? They’d be more your speed.” said a dismissive Backdoor.
“With all due respect, Mr. Backdoor. I’m a champion, born and bred. I’m meant to be here. This is meant to be my first fed.” stated a confident Jason Scene.
“Hmmm…well…I gotta admit that I admire your moxy, kid. In fact, you remind me of a young Bobby Backdoor. The wrestling version, not the porn version. You don’t have the jaw to take a black monster. No offense.”
“Uhhh…none taken?..” said a confused Scene.
“Listen kid, I’m going to sign you because we could use a few curtain jerkers to open the show. You’re going to have to work your way up to the Mike Parks. But you could be there eventually.”
Bobby reached into his desk and pulled out a standard PWE contract. He grabbed a pen out of his desk and put it on the contract, sliding it over to Scene.
“Uhhh…do you have another pen? One a little less cartoonish?” asked Scene.
“What the hell is the matter with a Bananas in Pajamas pen? That show was awesome! They were bananas…IN PAJAMAS! Brilliant! How did they come up with that stuff? It’s gold!” said an enthusiastic Backdoor.
“With all due respect, Mr. Backdoor, I’m not going to sign my first wrestling contract with a Banana’s in Pajamas pen…”
“Fine!” snapped Backdoor as he slid a generic black bic pen across the desk to Scene. “Suit yourself, kid. But, I’ll tell you this. You’ve made an enemy today. I’ll NEVER team with somebody who doesn’t like Bananas in Pajamas. NEVER!”
(END FLASHBACK)
“Well, I guess I’ll have to go back on that decree” thought Backdoor. “That is, if I can find the damn guy.”
Mario Lopez slid into the drivers seat of the taco truck silently and turned the key in the ignition. The engine fired up and Mario put the truck in reverse. The truck was still in silence for the first hundred feet or so, before Bobby chirped up.
“So?”
“So what?” replied Mario Lopez.
“Did you find anything about Scene’s location?”
“Uh…well…I was able to find that Scene is living in an apartment in Toronto. Here’s the address.”
Mario slid a white piece of paper across the dashboard of the taco truck toward Backdoor.
“No relatives in the cartel, huh Mario?” teased Backdoor.
“Shut up. One of these days, you’re going to be wrong about us Mexicans. Damn racists can’t always win.”
“It’s not racism. It’s racial profiling. I learned a lot from watching COPS, man. Anyway, onward to Canada!”
(HOURS LATER, HIGHWAY NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER)
“So, these NEWBloods you’re facing, asks Mario Lopez. You know anything about them?”
“Very little,” replied Backdoor. “The Jacob Neal kid looks to have a lot of promise. He actually reminds me a little of a young Jason Scene. Canadian and full of confidence. I hear he actually idolized Scene as a kid. We can use that to our advantage if we can find Scene. Kid will piss himself if he gets in the ring with his idol. Do you know I actually shit myself the first time I had sex with Boy George? Poop everywhere. It was a Hunter Valentyne-esque level mess.”
“Fucking gross, man.” replied Lopez. “What about that Blitz guy?”
“I knew his Dad back in TEW. PsYcho was his name. With a capital Y. I didn’t really interact with that guy, but I remember he hated when craft service didn’t capitalize the “Y” on his cups when labeling them for lunch. Always thought that was a bit weird. Capital Y? Stupid. Really dumb.”
“That is pretty dumb.” replied Mario. “Isn’t he a football player?”
“Yeah, he plays for the University of Tennessee. Which is actually the gayest football team in the land. Little known fact: half the team blows each other in the locker room as a pregame ritual. You’d think they’d quit that, considering they haven’t won a damn thing in years. Do you know how many former Volunteers have been in my bedroom? Lots of em. Peyton Manning has felt the silkiness of my sheets. Oh yeah, he has.”
“Gross again!” replied Mario Lopez.
“Whatever, man. I’m going to take these NEWbloods and show them what it is to be a wrestler at this level. If I can find Scene, that is.”
The taco truck began to creep closer and closer to the Canadian border. Bobby starts to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“Here, switch me seats Mario.”
“Uh…okay.” replied Mario Lopez. “Why?”
“You’re going to have to take one for the team now, Mario.”
“What?!” asked Mario Lopez.
“I’m kind of a wanted man here in Canada, Mario. You see, years ago, me and Volcano Samson kind of kidnapped this guy who went by Hammy J up here in Canada. This real creepy, furry-loving guy. He used to dress up like a hamster and jerk off to Mickey Mouse and stuff. A real creep. Well, we kind of kidnapped him after stealing a whole bunch of guns from the Canadian military.”
“Wait, Canada has a military?” asked Mario.
“I know, right? Everybody always asks that. Anyway, I’m kind of a wanted man here. You’re going to have to be Bobby Backdoor while I continue on to find Scene.” said Bobby.
“How the hell is that going to work?” asked Mario.
“You see, I just took a picture of you and taped it over my passport photo and did the same with a picture of me. See?” said Backdoor as he showed Mario Lopez the passports.
“That’s a picture of me from Teen Beat magazine when I was sixteen!” shouted Mario Lopez. “There’s no way this is going to work!”
“Dude, you have no idea how dumb Canadian border officers are. Borderline down syndrome. Anway, here we are. Here goes nothing…”
The taco truck rolled up to the border guard station and the Canadian border officer motioned for them to roll down the window. Bobby does that and begins to speak.
“Hello, officer. I am a very famous and Mexican Mario Lopez. I have come to Canada to sell the tacos of my people to your people.”
“Tacos, eh?” said the Canadian border officer while looking at the crudely taped passport. “Sounds good, eh. Welcome to Canada, Mexican Mario Lopez. Who is this with you?”
“That’s Bobby Backdoor. He kidnapped me! He said he’s a fugitive. He tried to rape me! And he hates Maple Syrup!” said Backdoor, pointing to Mario Lopez.
“What?! No!” Screamed a surprised Mario Lopez.
“Bobby Backdoor, eh! You’re a fugitive! You’re under arrest! I knew one day I’d find you loitering aboot! Get out of the truck!” shouts the officer.
“What the fuck? I’m Mario Lopez! That’s Bobby Backdoor! I’m a famous TV actor! I was on Saved by the Bell! I’m Mexican! He’s white! Look at my skin!” shouts Mario Lopez.
“This passport says you’re a white Bobby Backdoor, so you’re a white Bobby Backdoor. It’s right here in print.”
“It’s taped! It’s a taped picture!” screams an exasperated Mario Lopez as he’s being handcuffed.
“Quit resisting, Mr. Backdoor. Or we’ll have to use force!” said the border officer.
“He’s Mr. Backdoor! I’m Mario Lopez!” screamed a struggling Lopez.
BAM! A gunshot is heard. Mario Lopez drops to his knees, and then to the ground. Dead. Shot in the head.
“I told you, I’d have to use force. Bobby Backdoor can’t hurt Canada ever again.” said the officer as he leaned into window of the taco truck, speaking to the real Bobby Backdoor.
“Mr. Lopez, it looks like Bobby Backdoor will never be raping your butthole again.”
“Thank you so much, officer!” screamed Backdoor as he started to put the truck into gear. “Now I can sell tacos to your people, sphincter intact!”
“I’m looking forward to it! Safe travels, Mr. Lopez!” said the Canadian border police officer.
Bobby pulls away from the stop and begins to drive into Canada.
“Thank you for taking one for the team, Mario. Your death will not be in vain. Now, to Jason Scene!”
(END…to be continued by Jason Scene)