Post by Ratball Slade on Sept 28, 2021 19:53:02 GMT -5
Present Day in Detroit
The feed opens showing Slade sitting on a couch in what appears to be a moderately sized apartment, presumably his own. It’s fairly empty with nothing on the walls and bare minimum furniture. A few bowls sit on the table next to him, slightly covered with food residue. Just across from Slade sits a television set where he watches Night of Honor week 2, studying both the matches of the current Noble and Prime Champions, Pyro and Jason Long. We see clips of both matches, Pyro and Havoc going back and forth with rapid kicks and maneuvers, then Jason and Elena’s struggle as they attempt to ignite the other. As Jason hits the Deus Ex Machina and the ring explodes, Slade takes one final note on his notepad before setting down his pen and turning off the television, then leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.
Slade Castle: Now, I don’t even know where to start. You see, things are about to be getting really interesting not only for me but for the entire Fallout roster. On my path to the Noble Championship, not only do I not feel I need to prove that I deserve that shot, but they make my first roadblock on my way there a handicap match, against the former Legacy Championship number one contender, Jason Long.
Slade stands up and walks toward a window in the side of the apartment, overlooking the streets of Detroit. As Slade begins to speak, irritation can start to be heard in his voice.
Slade Castle: Really? A handicap match? What kind of competitor do these people think I am, that I need the help of some preaching moron, whom if I recall correctly, just got choked out? Now Adora was a tough opponent and I’m not gonna take anything away from him, but I’m gonna make one thing perfectly clear. Adora, I got no more beef with you. I think I have proven my point by now and I’m not about to throw away a match with someone like Jason over some silly squabble with you. Just stay out of my way if you want a free win to add to your record. Speaking of records, why don’t we talk about mine.
Slade turns around and stares down the camera with the same dead look in his eyes that is now all too common to see.
Slade Castle: I have yet to be pinned, submitted, or knocked out. Yet, here I am with a 2 - 2 record. Now, Adora could continue this trend but I’m gonna do my absolute BEST to make sure that doesn’t happen. Even with the odds stacked against him, I know Jason will come at us with his best. He’s a sly individual and knows he only needs to single one of us out. Now should he choose to single me out he's got another thing comin’ cause I already know I can beat his ass by myself. If he chooses to single out Adora, I only gotta hope Adora can take care of himself. Adora stood toe-to-toe with me which is no easy feat so I will give him some credit, but he better do his best ‘cause I didn’t sign up with this promotion to babysit other competitors.
Slade turns back toward the window, putting his hands against the glass. Slade looks down and shakes his head before gazing out the window.
Slade Castle: You know, a part of me only wishes the positions were reversed. Jason, you may think being in this position is unfair, maybe you’ll take the challenge, or maybe you don’t even care. If I was in your position though, ooh man… I would barely be able to contain my excitement. The thrill of being in a two-on-one fight was one of the most exhilarating fights of my life.
A sick grin comes across Slade’s face.
2 years ago in somewhere in Detroit
Slade is training in a freight yard, warming up for his next fight when the manager approaches him with a suitcase in one hand and a few papers in the other. He has a worried look fused with a bit of frustration.
Manager: Hey kid, you got some sorta death wish or somethin’? Why in the hell would you challenge our two top fighters at the same time? They’re gonna kill yuh! There is no way I can let this fight happen. I’m sorry, I’m calling this off.
As the manager turns away to storm off, Slade grabs him by the back of his collar and spins him around before pulling him in close. Slade begins glaring daggers into the manager's soul.
Slade Castle: And who the hell said you get to decide what’s best for me? HUH?
The manager goes silent as his legs tremble in fear.
Slade Castle: Cause as far as I’m concerned, only I get to decide what is best for me. So if I wanna fight those two by myself, I will do as I damn well please.
Slade lets go of the manager, who takes a moment to compose himself and fix his shirt.
Manager: Alright, I’ll let it go on, but if anything happens it’ll be on you alone. Got it? I don’t exactly love the idea of losing one of my most profitable fighters, so no more of this bullshit without going through me first.
Slade turns away from the manager and resumes his warmup.
Slade Castle: I do what I want; if you got a problem with it find someone else to be your golden goose.
Minutes pass and it’s time for the fight. Slade makes his way through a maze of train cars as he finally makes his way to an opening lit by a single bright overhead light. Sitting atop the train cars, surrounding the opening, are men and women of indiscriminate class and race all ready to bet the money they have. Standing across from Slade are two men, both larger than himself. One man has short blond hair and is wearing a tanktop whilst the other has long black hair and has opted to go shirtless. Both men appear to be at each other’s throats when Slade approaches, but they immediately stop and turn their attention to him, ready to make an easy paycheck.
Tanktop: Yo, so you’re the infamous Slade Castle huh? So desperate for money you’re willing to fight both of us?
Shirtless: Or, it sounds to me that he thinks himself such a tough guy he could take us both on.
Slade ignores both of them and patiently waits for the beginning of the fight. As the announcer finishes his business he sounds the bell, but all three fighters stay where they are. Slade begins to approach the center as both men circle to opposite sides of him to surround him, using their numbers advantage. Tanktop charges Slade who ducks the punch, causing him to tumble forward and roll into Shirtless’s legs, knocking him over as well. Slade chuckles before crouching down and taunting them, telling them to bring it with a single-handed motion.
Both men get back to their feet and approach Slade in unison, but this time Slade takes the initiative and throws a right at Shirtless. The punch lands, causing Shirtless to stagger back, but this leaves an opening for Tanktop to grab Slade and put him in a full nelson. Shirtless then comes back and begins to land blow after blow into the midsection of Slade before finishing off with a slap that sends Slade to his knees.
Tanktop: Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think you can just disrespect us like that and not get the receipt?
Slade, who is crumpled over, looking at the dirt, spits the blood that has now pooled in his mouth and lets a devilish crimson grin come out. Slade slowly begins to stand up before snapping into Visions of Delusion (spinning back fist) which lands flush with Tanktop’s jaw. Shirtless rushes to grab Slade who meets him with a headbutt, splitting the foreheads of both men. Slade is the only one left standing while the other two are now groggy, trying to get back to their feet. Slade walks over to Tanktop and puts him in a rear-naked choke, now known as Lights Out. Tanktop gets to his feet, trying to throw Slade off. Tanktop sends elbow after elbow into the sides of Slade but he doesn’t lose his grip. Just as Tanktop begins to lose conciseness, Shirtless comes up behind and puts both hands around the throat of Slade.
Slade eventually loses his grip and Shirtless lifts him into the air. As Slade struggles to escape the grip, he kicks Shirtless countless times. Eventually, Tanktop returns and begins pounding Slade’s ribs. Just as Slade is about to give one final effort to get out of Shirtless’s grip, Shirtless throws Slade to the ground and both Tanktop and Shirtless begin to stomp on Slade. Eventually, Slade goes limp and the referee stops the fight. Both Tanktop and Shirtless drop to their knees and shake Slade’s shoulder before rolling him over. Slade, who was barely conscious, still gives both men a thumbs up before one final thing.
Slade Castle: Thanks for the fight…
Slade then passes out as the two men are announced the victors
1 day ago at Mental Gardens Institute.
Slade sits comfortably in his chair with his head back, resting his eyes while Miss Green gets ready for their weekly therapy session. Sarah takes a few final notes and officially begins the session.
Sarah Green: So Slade, you just had your first big show. How did it go?
Slade Castle: Pretty good, Doc. Pretty good. Knocked Adora’s punk ass out and I’m ready to move on to the next stage of my career. First, however, I gotta get through Jason Long.
Sarah adjusts her glasses and writes a small note.
Sarah Green: This Jason person, is he not a part of “the next stage” of your career?
Slade sits up and begins talking normally with Sarah.
Slade Castle: Not really. That’s not to say I don’t think he’d make for a good opponent, but he’s just a stop on the road right now, maybe a big one, but just a stop nonetheless.
Sarah Green: Okay, so how do you think these...stops...affect your journey.
Slade grows a little irritated by the question and snaps a little before calming down.
Slade Castle: Cause it’s a waste of time, Doc! It’s two-on-one and I’m not even competing in his division right now. What I’m looking towards is the Noble Championship.
Sarah Green: Two-on-one? You’ll have a partner?
Slade Castle: Yeah, the guy I just fought. Adora.
Sarah reads through her notes and stops to think.
Slade Castle: Just hope he ain’t harboring no ill will cause he is not gonna screw me over in this match.
Sarah Green: Well, this will be quite the challenge for you to overcome. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve rarely worked with anyone aside from your old boxing coach.
Slade Castle: What are you…? Oh right, my “coach”. You mean the manager.
Sarah Green: Right. Either way, maybe this will be a good opportunity for you. Maybe working with this Adora guy will help you realize no matter what you may have done or what others have done to you, sometimes people can be trusted.
Slade rolls his head and cracks his neck.
Slade Castle: I don’t think you realize the kind of environment I’m in, Doc. It’s a cutthroat world, and everyone on Fallout is only lookin’ out for themselves. Even when that means making temporary alliances. Even if Adora and I are winning our match, what’s to stop him from trying to cut me outta the picture so he can get the pin? I have a reason to be concerned. He’s a tough dude though. He went the distance with me so he deserves some credit. I don’t need him, but with him in my corner, Jason has no shot. Hardly a fair match. Especially after the hell Jason just went through.
Sarah Green: So perhaps your problem isn’t with Adora or Jason, but that you don’t feel like your being seen?
Slade stays silent for a moment… then responds, now curious.
Slade Castle: What’ya mean, Doc?
Sarah Green: Perhaps you feel disrespected by the management in that they would put you in a handicap match. Maybe you think they are underrating your ability in the ring.
Slade looks around the room, trying to avoid eye contact, and lets out a huff.
Slade Castle: Yeah sure, maybe that’s why I’m just a little irritated, Doc.
Sarah Green: But that also means you just care about what other people think. Sometimes to change perceptions you just need to be exceptional in what you want to be praised for.
Slade Castle: How the hell did we get here, Doc? Does this have anything to do with my “recovery” at all?
Slade uses finger quotes to show how little he believes in these therapy sessions. Sarah takes a few more notes, taking this as the perfect time to move on knowing she has struck something she might be able to dig into later on.
Sarah Green: Okay, if you want to move on, we can move on. What else has been going on in your life?
3 Years ago in |Redacted|, Colombia
Slade is sitting in a site on a cliff overlooking a small town with few residents. The radio on his shoulder buzzes with a message.
Jackie over the radio: Alright, me and Jester are in position. The convoy should be heading through the town any minute now. So let’s stick to plan and get this done.
Slade Grabs the radio and responds back.
Slade Castle over the radio: Roger that, alright get ready everyone. We do this right, we should have minimal casualties and be back to base for dinner.
Brickson over the radio: Alright I got a visual. Should be coming around the bend now.
The radio goes silent as the trucks begin to pull through town. As they approach the center, Slade gives the signal, and Jackie and Jester quickly come out of cover and begin shouting orders to the men in the trucks, neutralizing any threats as they exit with weapons drawn. Slade takes a few shots, neutralizing a target out of view from the other two. As Slade keeps watch, the plan works flawlessly as most of the targets appear to surrender peacefully.
Jackie over the radio: Alright, shipment secure, targets neutralized. Call in the containment team.
Slade takes a sigh of relief and puts down his gun when suddenly a loud shot can be heard from behind him. Shocked with a sudden rush of adrenaline, Slade flips over only for a man holding a gun to fall onto him. The man screams in pain as he drops his weapon when Brickson hurriedly approaches to secure the man’s hands.
Brickson: You really got to get those ears checked, man. He almost found you.
Brickson leans over and gives Slade a hand to help him up. Slade happily grabs his hand and gets to his feet.
Slade Castle: Man, I knew he was there, I was just…
Slade hesitates as he finds his footing and brushes the dirt off his gear.
Brickson: You were just what? Waitin’ for him to shoot you? Can’t have the team lead getting killed in a simple mission like this now, can we?
Slade chuckles and puts a hand on Brickson’s shoulder and smiles.
Slade Castle: Thank you.
Present Day in Detroit
Slade sits on the windowsill and tries to speak frankly to the camera.
Slade Castle: Jason, Adora, you both just got caught up in a bad situation at a bad time. I don’t need help, Adora, and I don’t think you deserve to fight the both of us, Jason. Yet here we are in this situation anyways. I know I usually have a tendency to get a little angry, but right now, I’m just annoyed. When that bell rings though, my full rage will be unleashed on you, Jason. If I gotta beat a man who’s defending himself from both sides, then so be it. I’m not gonna take this match as a two-on-one. You get my full energy just as if it were only me and you.
Slade stands up and begins walking towards the camera. As he gets closer, the camera slowly begins to back up with him.
Slade Castle: Now that you got what you need, get the hell outta my house. Next time you want to get my thoughts on a match, maybe do it the normal way and not come to my home without my strict permission. I have some calls to make.
As the camera fumbles backward out of the doorway, Slade slams the door shut, however, the camera keeps rolling. Now somewhat muffled, we can hear Slade begin to speak.
Slade Castle: Hey, I think it’s about time we started working together. Maybe you can stop some of this bullshit I’m dealing with.
Slade goes silent for a few moments as the camera can’t pick up what’s being said on the other end.
Slade Castle: Sounds great. Talk details soon.
The feed ends.
The feed opens showing Slade sitting on a couch in what appears to be a moderately sized apartment, presumably his own. It’s fairly empty with nothing on the walls and bare minimum furniture. A few bowls sit on the table next to him, slightly covered with food residue. Just across from Slade sits a television set where he watches Night of Honor week 2, studying both the matches of the current Noble and Prime Champions, Pyro and Jason Long. We see clips of both matches, Pyro and Havoc going back and forth with rapid kicks and maneuvers, then Jason and Elena’s struggle as they attempt to ignite the other. As Jason hits the Deus Ex Machina and the ring explodes, Slade takes one final note on his notepad before setting down his pen and turning off the television, then leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.
Slade Castle: Now, I don’t even know where to start. You see, things are about to be getting really interesting not only for me but for the entire Fallout roster. On my path to the Noble Championship, not only do I not feel I need to prove that I deserve that shot, but they make my first roadblock on my way there a handicap match, against the former Legacy Championship number one contender, Jason Long.
Slade stands up and walks toward a window in the side of the apartment, overlooking the streets of Detroit. As Slade begins to speak, irritation can start to be heard in his voice.
Slade Castle: Really? A handicap match? What kind of competitor do these people think I am, that I need the help of some preaching moron, whom if I recall correctly, just got choked out? Now Adora was a tough opponent and I’m not gonna take anything away from him, but I’m gonna make one thing perfectly clear. Adora, I got no more beef with you. I think I have proven my point by now and I’m not about to throw away a match with someone like Jason over some silly squabble with you. Just stay out of my way if you want a free win to add to your record. Speaking of records, why don’t we talk about mine.
Slade turns around and stares down the camera with the same dead look in his eyes that is now all too common to see.
Slade Castle: I have yet to be pinned, submitted, or knocked out. Yet, here I am with a 2 - 2 record. Now, Adora could continue this trend but I’m gonna do my absolute BEST to make sure that doesn’t happen. Even with the odds stacked against him, I know Jason will come at us with his best. He’s a sly individual and knows he only needs to single one of us out. Now should he choose to single me out he's got another thing comin’ cause I already know I can beat his ass by myself. If he chooses to single out Adora, I only gotta hope Adora can take care of himself. Adora stood toe-to-toe with me which is no easy feat so I will give him some credit, but he better do his best ‘cause I didn’t sign up with this promotion to babysit other competitors.
Slade turns back toward the window, putting his hands against the glass. Slade looks down and shakes his head before gazing out the window.
Slade Castle: You know, a part of me only wishes the positions were reversed. Jason, you may think being in this position is unfair, maybe you’ll take the challenge, or maybe you don’t even care. If I was in your position though, ooh man… I would barely be able to contain my excitement. The thrill of being in a two-on-one fight was one of the most exhilarating fights of my life.
A sick grin comes across Slade’s face.
2 years ago in somewhere in Detroit
Slade is training in a freight yard, warming up for his next fight when the manager approaches him with a suitcase in one hand and a few papers in the other. He has a worried look fused with a bit of frustration.
Manager: Hey kid, you got some sorta death wish or somethin’? Why in the hell would you challenge our two top fighters at the same time? They’re gonna kill yuh! There is no way I can let this fight happen. I’m sorry, I’m calling this off.
As the manager turns away to storm off, Slade grabs him by the back of his collar and spins him around before pulling him in close. Slade begins glaring daggers into the manager's soul.
Slade Castle: And who the hell said you get to decide what’s best for me? HUH?
The manager goes silent as his legs tremble in fear.
Slade Castle: Cause as far as I’m concerned, only I get to decide what is best for me. So if I wanna fight those two by myself, I will do as I damn well please.
Slade lets go of the manager, who takes a moment to compose himself and fix his shirt.
Manager: Alright, I’ll let it go on, but if anything happens it’ll be on you alone. Got it? I don’t exactly love the idea of losing one of my most profitable fighters, so no more of this bullshit without going through me first.
Slade turns away from the manager and resumes his warmup.
Slade Castle: I do what I want; if you got a problem with it find someone else to be your golden goose.
Minutes pass and it’s time for the fight. Slade makes his way through a maze of train cars as he finally makes his way to an opening lit by a single bright overhead light. Sitting atop the train cars, surrounding the opening, are men and women of indiscriminate class and race all ready to bet the money they have. Standing across from Slade are two men, both larger than himself. One man has short blond hair and is wearing a tanktop whilst the other has long black hair and has opted to go shirtless. Both men appear to be at each other’s throats when Slade approaches, but they immediately stop and turn their attention to him, ready to make an easy paycheck.
Tanktop: Yo, so you’re the infamous Slade Castle huh? So desperate for money you’re willing to fight both of us?
Shirtless: Or, it sounds to me that he thinks himself such a tough guy he could take us both on.
Slade ignores both of them and patiently waits for the beginning of the fight. As the announcer finishes his business he sounds the bell, but all three fighters stay where they are. Slade begins to approach the center as both men circle to opposite sides of him to surround him, using their numbers advantage. Tanktop charges Slade who ducks the punch, causing him to tumble forward and roll into Shirtless’s legs, knocking him over as well. Slade chuckles before crouching down and taunting them, telling them to bring it with a single-handed motion.
Both men get back to their feet and approach Slade in unison, but this time Slade takes the initiative and throws a right at Shirtless. The punch lands, causing Shirtless to stagger back, but this leaves an opening for Tanktop to grab Slade and put him in a full nelson. Shirtless then comes back and begins to land blow after blow into the midsection of Slade before finishing off with a slap that sends Slade to his knees.
Tanktop: Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think you can just disrespect us like that and not get the receipt?
Slade, who is crumpled over, looking at the dirt, spits the blood that has now pooled in his mouth and lets a devilish crimson grin come out. Slade slowly begins to stand up before snapping into Visions of Delusion (spinning back fist) which lands flush with Tanktop’s jaw. Shirtless rushes to grab Slade who meets him with a headbutt, splitting the foreheads of both men. Slade is the only one left standing while the other two are now groggy, trying to get back to their feet. Slade walks over to Tanktop and puts him in a rear-naked choke, now known as Lights Out. Tanktop gets to his feet, trying to throw Slade off. Tanktop sends elbow after elbow into the sides of Slade but he doesn’t lose his grip. Just as Tanktop begins to lose conciseness, Shirtless comes up behind and puts both hands around the throat of Slade.
Slade eventually loses his grip and Shirtless lifts him into the air. As Slade struggles to escape the grip, he kicks Shirtless countless times. Eventually, Tanktop returns and begins pounding Slade’s ribs. Just as Slade is about to give one final effort to get out of Shirtless’s grip, Shirtless throws Slade to the ground and both Tanktop and Shirtless begin to stomp on Slade. Eventually, Slade goes limp and the referee stops the fight. Both Tanktop and Shirtless drop to their knees and shake Slade’s shoulder before rolling him over. Slade, who was barely conscious, still gives both men a thumbs up before one final thing.
Slade Castle: Thanks for the fight…
Slade then passes out as the two men are announced the victors
1 day ago at Mental Gardens Institute.
Slade sits comfortably in his chair with his head back, resting his eyes while Miss Green gets ready for their weekly therapy session. Sarah takes a few final notes and officially begins the session.
Sarah Green: So Slade, you just had your first big show. How did it go?
Slade Castle: Pretty good, Doc. Pretty good. Knocked Adora’s punk ass out and I’m ready to move on to the next stage of my career. First, however, I gotta get through Jason Long.
Sarah adjusts her glasses and writes a small note.
Sarah Green: This Jason person, is he not a part of “the next stage” of your career?
Slade sits up and begins talking normally with Sarah.
Slade Castle: Not really. That’s not to say I don’t think he’d make for a good opponent, but he’s just a stop on the road right now, maybe a big one, but just a stop nonetheless.
Sarah Green: Okay, so how do you think these...stops...affect your journey.
Slade grows a little irritated by the question and snaps a little before calming down.
Slade Castle: Cause it’s a waste of time, Doc! It’s two-on-one and I’m not even competing in his division right now. What I’m looking towards is the Noble Championship.
Sarah Green: Two-on-one? You’ll have a partner?
Slade Castle: Yeah, the guy I just fought. Adora.
Sarah reads through her notes and stops to think.
Slade Castle: Just hope he ain’t harboring no ill will cause he is not gonna screw me over in this match.
Sarah Green: Well, this will be quite the challenge for you to overcome. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve rarely worked with anyone aside from your old boxing coach.
Slade Castle: What are you…? Oh right, my “coach”. You mean the manager.
Sarah Green: Right. Either way, maybe this will be a good opportunity for you. Maybe working with this Adora guy will help you realize no matter what you may have done or what others have done to you, sometimes people can be trusted.
Slade rolls his head and cracks his neck.
Slade Castle: I don’t think you realize the kind of environment I’m in, Doc. It’s a cutthroat world, and everyone on Fallout is only lookin’ out for themselves. Even when that means making temporary alliances. Even if Adora and I are winning our match, what’s to stop him from trying to cut me outta the picture so he can get the pin? I have a reason to be concerned. He’s a tough dude though. He went the distance with me so he deserves some credit. I don’t need him, but with him in my corner, Jason has no shot. Hardly a fair match. Especially after the hell Jason just went through.
Sarah Green: So perhaps your problem isn’t with Adora or Jason, but that you don’t feel like your being seen?
Slade stays silent for a moment… then responds, now curious.
Slade Castle: What’ya mean, Doc?
Sarah Green: Perhaps you feel disrespected by the management in that they would put you in a handicap match. Maybe you think they are underrating your ability in the ring.
Slade looks around the room, trying to avoid eye contact, and lets out a huff.
Slade Castle: Yeah sure, maybe that’s why I’m just a little irritated, Doc.
Sarah Green: But that also means you just care about what other people think. Sometimes to change perceptions you just need to be exceptional in what you want to be praised for.
Slade Castle: How the hell did we get here, Doc? Does this have anything to do with my “recovery” at all?
Slade uses finger quotes to show how little he believes in these therapy sessions. Sarah takes a few more notes, taking this as the perfect time to move on knowing she has struck something she might be able to dig into later on.
Sarah Green: Okay, if you want to move on, we can move on. What else has been going on in your life?
3 Years ago in |Redacted|, Colombia
Slade is sitting in a site on a cliff overlooking a small town with few residents. The radio on his shoulder buzzes with a message.
Jackie over the radio: Alright, me and Jester are in position. The convoy should be heading through the town any minute now. So let’s stick to plan and get this done.
Slade Grabs the radio and responds back.
Slade Castle over the radio: Roger that, alright get ready everyone. We do this right, we should have minimal casualties and be back to base for dinner.
Brickson over the radio: Alright I got a visual. Should be coming around the bend now.
The radio goes silent as the trucks begin to pull through town. As they approach the center, Slade gives the signal, and Jackie and Jester quickly come out of cover and begin shouting orders to the men in the trucks, neutralizing any threats as they exit with weapons drawn. Slade takes a few shots, neutralizing a target out of view from the other two. As Slade keeps watch, the plan works flawlessly as most of the targets appear to surrender peacefully.
Jackie over the radio: Alright, shipment secure, targets neutralized. Call in the containment team.
Slade takes a sigh of relief and puts down his gun when suddenly a loud shot can be heard from behind him. Shocked with a sudden rush of adrenaline, Slade flips over only for a man holding a gun to fall onto him. The man screams in pain as he drops his weapon when Brickson hurriedly approaches to secure the man’s hands.
Brickson: You really got to get those ears checked, man. He almost found you.
Brickson leans over and gives Slade a hand to help him up. Slade happily grabs his hand and gets to his feet.
Slade Castle: Man, I knew he was there, I was just…
Slade hesitates as he finds his footing and brushes the dirt off his gear.
Brickson: You were just what? Waitin’ for him to shoot you? Can’t have the team lead getting killed in a simple mission like this now, can we?
Slade chuckles and puts a hand on Brickson’s shoulder and smiles.
Slade Castle: Thank you.
Present Day in Detroit
Slade sits on the windowsill and tries to speak frankly to the camera.
Slade Castle: Jason, Adora, you both just got caught up in a bad situation at a bad time. I don’t need help, Adora, and I don’t think you deserve to fight the both of us, Jason. Yet here we are in this situation anyways. I know I usually have a tendency to get a little angry, but right now, I’m just annoyed. When that bell rings though, my full rage will be unleashed on you, Jason. If I gotta beat a man who’s defending himself from both sides, then so be it. I’m not gonna take this match as a two-on-one. You get my full energy just as if it were only me and you.
Slade stands up and begins walking towards the camera. As he gets closer, the camera slowly begins to back up with him.
Slade Castle: Now that you got what you need, get the hell outta my house. Next time you want to get my thoughts on a match, maybe do it the normal way and not come to my home without my strict permission. I have some calls to make.
As the camera fumbles backward out of the doorway, Slade slams the door shut, however, the camera keeps rolling. Now somewhat muffled, we can hear Slade begin to speak.
Slade Castle: Hey, I think it’s about time we started working together. Maybe you can stop some of this bullshit I’m dealing with.
Slade goes silent for a few moments as the camera can’t pick up what’s being said on the other end.
Slade Castle: Sounds great. Talk details soon.
The feed ends.
