KD Feigel & Vin Halsted versus Black List Mafia

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Location: A dimly lit corridor beneath The Crow’s Nest, Las Vegas. The concrete walls sweat with condensation. A single overhead bulb flickers. The camera finds “Kid Kaos” KD Feigel leaning against a steel door, wrists taped, hoodie half-zipped, eyes locked forward. Vin Halsted stands a step behind him, arms folded, silent. The distant rumble of the crowd bleeds through the walls.

KD Feigel:

You hear that?
That noise up there… that’s not cheers. That’s pressure. That’s expectation. That’s every person in that building waiting to see if the name Feigel still means what it used to mean in this company.

People think that name is a shield.
They think it’s a shortcut.
They think doors open because of who my father is.

Nah.

Doors open because I kick them in.

The Black List Mafia… you love that name, don’t you? Sounds dangerous. Sounds organized. Sounds like you run this place in the shadows. But I’ve learned something about groups that move in packs: every one of you is brave when you’ve got numbers, and every one of you folds the moment the fight stops being comfortable.

You’ve made a living jumping people, stacking odds, turning every match into a street ambush. That’s your brand. That’s your identity. You don’t win because you’re better. You win because you’re louder, dirtier, and quicker to pull somebody down when they’re standing tall.

That works on people who care about fairness.

I don’t.

I grew up around locker rooms. I grew up around scars. I watched friendships turn into blood feuds and heroes get carried out on stretchers. I learned real early that this business doesn’t reward the polite. It rewards the ones who can keep moving when everything in their body says stop.

So when you bring that Mafia nonsense to the ring tonight, understand something: you’re stepping into a place where chaos lives. Where rules get bent until they break. Where reputations get tested by pain.

You think you’re hunting prey.

You’re walking into a storm.

KD steps forward, the camera tightening on his face.

And then there’s Vin Halsted.

People love to talk about his past.
They love to talk about the wars he’s fought, the bodies he’s left behind, the bridges he’s burned. They love to whisper like they know the whole story.

Here’s what I know.

If you’ve got a problem with Vin Halsted, you don’t get to deal with him in pieces. You don’t get to pick a moment, jump him in the back, and call it a victory.

You go through me first.

Because tonight isn’t just about winning a match. It’s about drawing a line. It’s about telling every crew in this company that if you decide to make a statement at our expense, the response is going to be violent, public, and unforgettable.

You want chaos?
You’re looking at it.

You want a war?
We’ll give you one, bell to bell.

And when the smoke clears, when your little organization is scattered across that canvas, when you’re lying there trying to remember what hit you… I want you to understand exactly what tonight was.

This wasn’t a message from the office.
This wasn’t politics.
This wasn’t legacy.

This was personal.

KD turns slightly, nodding toward Vin.

We’re not coming out there to survive you.
We’re not coming out there to steal a win.

We’re coming out there to break the rhythm of everything you think you control.

So Black List Mafia… bring your numbers.
Bring your tricks.
Bring your reputation.

Just don’t bring excuses.

Because when that bell rings on Tuesday Night Ward, chaos doesn’t knock.

Chaos kicks the door in.

Shakin' Hands

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The scene opens up once again inside the Pleasure Dome, the official headquarters of the Black List Mafia. The scene is in the main lounge, as we see some of the strippers serve some random patrons. Eventually, the camera view reaches a VIP lounge. It was a bit more intimate than the main floor. We see a bra being tossed to the patrons inside. But they were no normal patrons.

They were actually the owners of the club. Two of the leaders of the Black List Mafia. Leon Roberts and the Silver Baron. They were enjoying the show, while having a tray of whisky shots at their table. Once they realized that the camera was on them, they dismissed the stripper. We see the redhead stripper cover her boobs with one arm, while blowing the two a kiss. Leon then motioned for the person holding the camera to come in closer

Leon: Ladies and gentlemen, and all sinners alike. You have all been waiting for this. You have all been waiting in agonizing anticipation. Now, come Ward on the third of March, the wait...is OVER!

It's time to RAISE THE FUCKEN HORNS! Mark that date on the calendar. Because on that day, March the third 2026, something wicked this way comes indeed. You're about to witness two lifelong friends, who for some fucken strange reason, have never teamed up together.

Both Leon and Silver Baron both raised the horns. This was indeed a moment that both men got to team up. Something they never had the chance to before.

Silver Baron: That's right. It's the official team up of your favorite dealer and Parental Advisory champion, Silver Baron, along with the Devil's Titan, and the AWS Unified World Champion, Leon Roberts!

Both Leon and the Silver Baron took a shot glass each. They clinked the glasses, before downing the shots. The two then brought out their championship belts. More specifically, Leon brings out the AWS Unified World Championship.

Leon: Yeah, that's right. UNIFIED WORLD CHAMPION! I refuse to be called the pinnacle champion because our fucken boss is having yet another 'brilliant marketing strategy' idea, or something like that.

Leon snarled for a second. After a brief moment, it would give way to his signature sadistic grin. Already, the Devil's Titan was eagerly anticipating the action.

Silver Baron: In all our years in this business together, we were always dominating everywhere we went. We never needed to team up for matches, though we most certainly have wanted to. Now, that's fucken happening.

Now this is where we usually would say it doesn't matter who we're facing, the end result will be exactly what we want. Don't get us wrong, it's still happening. But our opponents this time...it does matter. Why? Because the two of us have got alot of grievances with our opponents. Namely one of them.

Leon: Heh. Still sour over the fact that You went to a draw with the kid?

Silver Baron: You think I would be. But it goes beyond that Leon. You know that.

Leon: Oh it does indeed. See our opponents are none other than K.D Feigel. The son of our 'boss'.

Silver Baron: And a former AWS Ultraviolence Champion, Vin Halsted.

Leon: Two men who think that because of names alone, they think they own the place. Moreso with K.D Feigel than Vin, but I digress.

The two lifelong friends took another shot of whisky each. The Silver Baron then got up, and stretched. He himself smirked, as he wagged one of his index fingers.

Silver Baron: I'm not going to lie. This isn't the first time that K.D Feigel and I have faced off in the ring. Last year, he and my other self, Death Baron...Went to a fucken draw with the kid. Granted I was not the one you actually faced. It certainly wasn't Death Baron who since became a champion. You really should have face me, as my true self, see what would have fucken happened then.

But no. You kept dodging, because you're afraid. Afraid of finding out the truth for yourself. Afraid that you would have been smacked around like the worthless little bitch that you are.

Leon: Let's face it K.D Feigel. No matter how hard you try to deny it, you ain't nothing more than a spoiled fucken brat! However, there is no fucken running for you now. You absolutely must face the Black List Mafia. Not only that, you're facing off against The Devil's Titan, and the notorious pimp of wrestling...We're both fucken pissed off.

Truth is, both Silver Baron and I wanted this match, with or without Vin Halsted. Our target, not just to beat, but to main and kill...is indeed K.D Feigel. It's not just for him being the ever so annoying little nepo brat he is, but WHO, he's related to.

Silver Baron: That ladies and gentlemen, is the man with oh so many 'brilliant' ideas at once, Charlie Feigel! The 'boss'. What a joke! Yet somehow he is running one of the most successful wrestling companies ever.

Leon: He's got the talent, that's for sure. Though when I say talent, I'm moreso referring to us.

Both Leon and the Silver Baron burst out laughing at that statement. It was a truth that could not be ignored whatsoever. They both reached for another shot each, and downed them quickly.

Silver Baron: Now to be fair though, he's experimenting a bit. Nothing wrong with that. I do understand where you come from.

Leon sighed for a moment while running his fingers through his hair. After a moment, he nodded in understanding of what needed to be done.

Leon: Right. We'll just do what we do best, and destroy everything in our path. Of course when it comes to our match this Ward, what does that have to do with anything? Everything really. Because we both have some frustration with the so-called boss, and we're going to take all of it out in his son. Every...Single....Grievance! Unfortunately, that means that somebody's going to be sent onto disability, or possibly into the obituary.

Silver Baron: Listen up K.D Feigel. We've constantly heard about how you want to continue the Feigel name. Well until now, you pretty much had chances. Whether is be genetically or by legacy, you will not be continuing the Feigel name. Not after we're done with you!

Matter of fact, think any women would want you after the brutal beating we plan to deliver to you? Hell naw. At least, long term. My girls though, they'll get you off. Only way you can after Ward. Hell, my girls and I love it when you guys come to blow your load...of cash!

Leon: But going back to the Feigel name. So it's got some clout in this industry. That shit was earned by your old man, K.D. That doesn't mean shit for you, because you're using something that you never fucken earned! You're using your last name to get you into places you don't belong. That, you sniveling, spineless, brain dead, daddy's boy...You never earned anything in your pathetic, pampered life!

Silver Baron: Sure, you have victories over some people who really, you shouldn't have had. Whoop-dee-fucken-DO! I wonder how many of them were actually paid off by your old man, because to be honest, that's the only way I myself, can see it. Let alone Leon here.

Oh but what's this? You want to remind me that You went to a draw with Death Baron? How cute. True, you did, but did you ever consider why? I'll tell you. The only reason you and Death Baron went to a draw, was because I forced it. The same way that I had him lose to Kurokumo, I made Death Baron hold back against you. This is because I only wanted to remind my other personality who is really in charge! Clearly, you're not going to be nearly as fucken lucky, because you got The Devil on your back, and a ruthless pimp who's pimphand has been itching to smack a sniveling little bitch around, repeatedly.

The Silver Baron raised his hands up so that they were clearly seen. He began to adjust his gloves. He really wanted to give somebody the pimp hand to their opponents for Tuesday Night Ward.

Leon: Oh but let's not forget about Vin Halsted. Your tag team partner in recent times. Heh. More like a well paid bodyguard if you ask me. Why is that? Well unlike K.D, Vin actually did earn his name. Yet when it comes down to it, how many times were you allegedly fired and re-hired in the last couple of years? Sure, you got the promotions top title at least once here, but has that actually amounted to anything? It hasn't. Because you keep coming and going, thus nobody can trust you, and nobody cares!

Silver Baron: Face it Vinnie. At this point, you ain't nothing more than a fucken hired gun. A glorified bodyguard for the little brat that is your tag team partner. I wonder how that must fucken feel. Especially considering your once known ambition for being the absolute best!

Leon began to look up, as if he was mulling over a thought. He smirked for a moment, before turning his attention back to the camera.

Leon: Heh. I almost expected you to try to step up to me by now. To try to reclaim your top spot. Clearly though, your own fight or flight response has kept you grounded. Probably the smartest thing you could have done. Why? Because deep down, you know the truth. As long as the Devil's Titan is around, everyone else can only reach third best. We're not counting the Women's side of the roster, because let's face it, that was a given as well!

Silver Baron: Oh have we exposed your pathetic truth Vinnie? You gonna bail out again Vinnie? You might as well, because it's proven to be the only thing you're good at Vinnie! Do you honestly think you're a master negotiator? That helping out the boss's kid is going to be what gets you back to the main event? HA!. You ain't nothing more that just a brainless lapdog, who's only good skill is sucking dick. It's to the point that you might as well start participating in competitive cocksucking.

Both Leon and Silver Baron burst out laughing at the end of that rant. They kept it up for a good minute, before they both took another shot.

Silver Baron: Well then. Not a bad idea. Will be making for some great content. I'll arrange it, have my girls participate, then drag your pathetic ass down to the Pleasure Dome, and make you participate. You might actually learn a thing or two.

Silver Baron smirked as Leon began to chuckle. Both were clearly amused by the topically random idea.

Leon: While the Black List Mafia and our sinners and players alike, all anticipate the next edition of Ward, K.D Feigel and Vin Halsted are feeling dread. Oh we know it. We can smell it. No matter how much bravado you put on, you're convincing nobody. Hell, you can barely convince yourselves. However, not all is lost for you two. Since you two do have ambitions beyond just tagging.

K.D Feigel. You want recognition for your own self. You want to prove your worth, yet you keep relying on the family name. As long as you do that, you will never...I repeat...NEVER...Be taken seriously. Because in a way kid, you and I are the same. Sure I might still be carrying the name of my father, Randy Roberts. One of the greatest of underground, territory days of wrestling...But I don't wear it like it's my identity.

I made myself a far bigger name than he did. I most certainly am not using the Roberts name as a shield, unlike you. Let's face it kid, the only one you're trying to convince you're not using your name as a fucken shield, is you!

Leon was now glaring at the camera. The intensity in his eyes was quite palpable. Meanwhile, Silver Baron smirked at how quickly furious he saw his tag team partner become.

Leon: Vin Halsted, it's clear to everyone that your ambitions have been tempered. How fucken pathetic, really. You, who's drive was considered high at one point, are nothing more in a hired gun. A disposable pawn. As long as you're doing the Feigel's bidding, you'll never be taken seriously again. It's as Silver has said, you ain't nothing more than just a glorified cocksucker!

Leon was still glaring hard at the camera. After a moment, he took a breath, and calmed down. He then chuckled, as he stretched out his fingers. He then extended one of his hands forward, as if offering a handshake.

Leon: There is one way you two can escape your fates of obscurity. Take my hand, and shake it. I can get you where you want to go. I can free you from the things that hold you back. The first thing I'll need, is for either one of you to bring me the head of Charlie Feigel. A test to prove just how ambitious you can be. Of course, if you think trying reject my generosity will help you more, you both are bigger idiots than I give you credit for.

For my offer isn't just one of mercy. It's what you need to truly achieve what you aim for. You swear your allegiance to me and the Black List Mafia, you'll go places that seem so far out of reach. You do what we say, we'll get you far. But should you decide you're above such things, which I'm not going to lie, I can see you two being delusional enough to think you don't want to take me up on my offer...

Leon withdrew his hand. He then clicked his tongue a couple times as he wagged his right index finger.

Leon: That's going to be, not only the biggest mistake you'll ever fucken make, but also your last. Maybe I should make an pit in the Mojave, big enough for a few bodies. Just so we can either set you all on fire and watch you burn, or just bury you alive!

As Leon was saying that, Silver Baron had a mock surprise and anticipation look to his face. He even began rubbing his hands together.

Silver Baron: Ooooh, looks like you two better take the deal offered, if you want to live. Regardless of any of that, we're still going to fight. It's going to be a highway robbery on Ward, because we're going to run over your asses. After the ass whooping you receive, you'll want to take that deal. Trust us on that one. I know you are tempted to shield yourselves further by saying shit like...The house always wins. A popular Sin City line. One we actually agree with, because the house is ours now, whether anyone likes it or not!

Leon: Indeed. Silver Baron...Vega....ARE YOU READY!

Silver Baron: Oh you fucken know it brotha!

Leon and Silver Baron each extended a hand out, and met with the classic 'bro handshake'. They then both looked at the camera, with a smirk on both of their faces.

Leon: Tuesday Night Ward. It's going to be the greatest fight of your fucken lives. K.D Feigel and Vin Halsted will have the memory of the brutality we inflicted upon them, and it will be the defining moments of your lives just far. For the Black List Mafia...

Silver Baron: It's just another Tuesday!

Silver Baron and Leon both took one last shot glass each. They clinked the glasses, before downing their last shots.

Silver Baron: Now if you'll excuse us, we got some business to attend to.

Both Leon and Silver Baron stood up. Leon raised the horns with both hands while sticking his tongue out, while Silver Baron adjusted his gloves again. The scene would fade to black as the two left the view.

AWS - Vin Halsted - Sins of the Father

::FLASHBACK to a random day during COVID - A Motorola Razr vibrates on a marble top kitchen counter as a little hand reaches to lift it up.::

Caden: Daddy, your phone is ringing.

Cranston: Thanks, kiddo.

::Joe Cranston flips open his phone and immediately answers the call.::

Cranston: Hey, Charlie, how have you been?

::A brief pause as two old friends exchange pleasantries.::

Cranston: Yeah, man… It’s been a while. Retirement is great. I’m enjoying my time now that I don’t have to placate any bruised egos after I closed HHW and CWI for the final time.

::A brief pause as two friends reminisce about better times.::

Cranston: Those were good times, but I knew I had bigger responsibilities as a father to Caden after the adoption papers were signed. CWI was no place for a child, ya know?

::The two continue to reminisce as Cranston cackles in response.::

Cranston: Oh, you know, Big Nose has never gotten over the greatest Breakfast Match of All Time!

::The two share another laugh.::

Cranston: What can I say? The kid takes after his Daddy and has a wicked tornado DDT into a cereal bowl.

::The two continue to laugh as Vin Halsted walks into the kitchen of Halsted Manor. He looks a little disheveled as he seems to be shaking off his morning sleep.::

Halsted: Dude… Who are you cackling with this early in the morning?

::Cranston looks up from his cereal bowl.::

Cranston: Speak of the Devil….

::Cranston sets the phone down on the marble-top kitchen counter next to the cereal bowl while still on the call.::

Cranston: Funny you should ask.

Halsted: Oh… I don’t think I like where this is going.

::Cranston shrugs.::

Cranston: Well, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves here.

::Halsted looks down at the phone and sees a number he recognizes. Then, angrily points at it.::

Halsted: Oh… Absolutely not… I told you to block that damn number. I don’t wanna hear anything that snake has to say.

Cranston: I can talk to anyone I want, Vin. Just because Caden and I live at the Manor, doesn’t mean that we can’t be friends with Chuckles.

Halsted: ya know, I would think that you’d have more respect for me after you saw what happened in AWS this last time. 

Cranston: Just hear him out, man.

Halsted: No… That guy is dead to me. He asked me to come back to AWS for another surprise return for a stupid ass tournament for his federation’s top prize. I went through two brutal matches to get the finals only for him to swerve me again. He literally handed that fucking title to his step-son for a second time at my expense and then, when I called him out, I got sent on another exile. For what?

Cranston: Now, you know you have a temper and you said a lot more than that, but I digress. Chuckles is still my friend and I can talk to him whenever I want.

::With that, Cranston grabs his phone and runs out of the kitchen like a moody teenager.::

Halsted: Whatever… I have better things to do than pacify you.

::Cranston screams back as he exits the kitchen.::

Cranston: How dare you!!!

::Cranston continues the call once he’s out of Halsted’s earshot.::

Cranston: No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Charlie. He’s just still kinda pissed at you, ya know? So what’s this all about?

::Feigel responds with some more apologetic sentiments, then explains everything to Joey. He tells Joey that he has something that he thinks Halsted needs to hear and that it might finally mend the fence between the two old friends. Cranston’s jaw drops as he listens to his friend explain everything.::

Cranston: Well, that certainly could change things between you two fore the better, but I think you two need to sit down and talk it all out.

::Charlie agrees with Cranston, then tells him what he has to offer.::

Cranston: Wo… do you really wanna go there with him?

::Charlie continues to explain that he wants to help his son have the best chances as he starts to break into the business. This rings loudly in Cranston’s ear.::

Cranston: Family is everything, my friend, I know what it’s like to want to help your son with anything that you can within your own power. Let’s have you and the kid over for dinner.

::Charlie sounds relieved in his response, but asks if that would be ok.::

Cranston: Let me worry about him. Besides, this could be fun!

::Cranston sets the time and place for a meeting and Charlie agrees to it. Later that night, Cranston convinces Halsted that they should go out for a big dinner at Signature Room & Lounge at the 95th inside of the John Hancock Center. Cranston encouraged Halsted to wear one of his best suits and Cranston decided to wear his famous orange tuxedo that he had made in honor of Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber.::

Halsted: Dear God… I can’t believe you wore that hideous thing again. I thought I told you to burn it and let me get you set up with my tailor.

Cranston: Don’t hate, Vin!!

::Halsted rolls his eyes.::

Halsted: Whatever, why are we here, again?

::Cranston cackles.::

Cranston: I told you… we had some unexpected friends who came into town and I wanted to show them a good time.

Halsted: Riiiiight.

Cranston: Don’t be like that… I know how much you love this place and I figured they would like it, too. It’s been too long since I released the poison onto CWI but we still have old friends from that time period!

Halsted: Yeah… I know how much you love shoving your weird friendship with Gino and Neo in my face so I’m looking forward to seeing those two screwballs again. Maybe we can hit up Sound Bar after this.

Cranston: What Bar??? Oh no… we’re too old for that silliness, besides you don’t drink like that anymore, remember?

::Halsted nods in agreement as Cranston wanders off to greet the hostess. Cranston quickly banters a little bit with her before she nods and leads the two men over to their table that overlooks the entire city of Chicago. There they meet two well-dressed men who stand when they approach the table. Halsted’s face immediately turns red upon seeing the older of the two men.::

Halsted: What the Hell is this, Joey?

Cranston: I told you… old friends were in town.

Halsted: You’re an asshole… you told me that Gino and Neo were in town.

Cranston: No, I didn’t. I just let you think that on you’re own.

::Halsted scoffs in disgust as he looks over at Charlie and KD Feigel. The Feigels seem to look a little out of sorts as the tension between Halsted and Charlie can be cut with a knife. Charlie exyends his hand to Vin and Halsted thinks it over for a moment before receiving his handshake.::

Cranston: Whew…now that that’s out of the way… Let’s talk, gentleman.

Feigel: Damn, Joe… you still know how to set up a meeting.

Cranston: Of course, I do! I may be retired but I still hold the business firmly in my heart and I think this is what’s best for business in AWS.

::The four men sit down and begin to break bread.::

Feigel: Agreed, so let me start… Vin, I’m sorry and you were right about everything. I brought you back with the intention of pushing my stepson over you. He lobbied for it and I caved. I made promises at your expense and I set you up both times.

::Halsted slams his fists on the table.::

Halsted: I knew it… YOU SON OF A…

::Just as Halsted is about to lose his mind, the server rushes over to their table.::

Server: Good evening, gentleman. I was told to ensure that all of you are well-taken care of, so let's start the first course!

::The server waves frantically to cool the tension and has a group of servers rush out with Warm Octopus Salad for each of the men. Joey squeals at the sight of it and Halsted rolls his eyes.::

Halsted: Just eat it, Joe.

Cranston: But it’s got those thingies.

::Halsted smirks as Joey pokes the tentacles. Halsted takes a bite and stares down Cranston until he does the same while pinching his nose. Cranston stops chewing then nods in approval. Charlie continues his confession.::

Feigel: Look, I’m sorry, but it was just business, nothing personal.

Halsted: Fuck that… It was absolutely personal BOTH times!! You needed my name to put him and your DAMN title over with the Halsted rub. I know for a fact that AWS and you were drowning in debt and you needed me and my name to pull you back up. It was a dirty fucking thing to do and you know it.

Feigel: You’re right. I used your name to get asses in seats and to pay the bills. You did that and I owe you one now that AWS is thriving again.

Halsted: Yeah, you do… you need to put his head on a platter and serve him up to me like you did for him.

Feigel: I can’t do that, Vin.

Halsted: then, I don’t know why you’re here because we’ve gotten to this point in conversations before without the truth being said, of course, and we’ve never found a way to get past this, so what’s different now?

Feigel: My retirement.

::Crnston nearly choices on his next bite upon hearing these words. Halsted drops his fork.::

Halsted: Excuse me?

Feigel: You heard me, Vin… I’m retiring and I want you to be the one to finish it.

Halsted: Absolutely not. 

Feigel: Vin, I’m the reason why your career was derailed from the start and now it’s time for me to make things right.

Halsted: That’s bull shit, man.

::The server rushes over with the main course of the Signature Selection Ribeye for each man cooked to each of their preferences that were sent in by Scarlett before their arrival.::

Feigel: Look, I’m not gonna lay down for you, but I’ve decided that I want a Retirement Match with you. If you win, I will retire from being an in-ring performer forever.

Halsted: What are the terms?

Feigel: We’re gonna lay it all out in the ring and the better man will walk away knowing that they have always been the better man.

::Halsted shakes his finger at Charlie.::

Halsted: That doesn’t work for me, Chuckles… We’ve already done that dance enough times. 

Feigel: Fine… You get the honor of retiring me, if you can, but you stay far away from my stepson. This match will end the issue and you never bring it up or touch him ever again.

Halsted: How does that solve anything?

Feigel: i can’t carry thins anymore andit’s broken me. I’m not the man I was and I need you to step in for me as KD steps out of my shadow and into the big bright lights of AWS and beyond. I can’t do it any more and KD deserves to have the best possible partner and mentor I can think of to help him achieve things I can’t do for him.

::Halsted and Cranston look at each other in shock.::

Cranston: Vin… you need to do this. This will finally give you the peace to put the past away and move forward with a new fire lit inside of you. I’ve seen what KD can do and I know you two can take the world by storm, together. That’s why I set this meeting up. It’s time to move forward.

Feigel: Please, Vin, don’t let my sins prevent KD from becoming everything I know he can with your help and guidance. I promise that once you come back that the sky’s the limit.

Halsted: Ya know, I was looking for a way to finish my story but you and your piece of shit stepson took that from me… TWICE. What makes this any different?

Kid Kaos: Because I hate that asshole as much as you do, Vin…. I don’t know any other way to spite him that is coming to you to partner up. It will eat him up inside!!

Halsted: Hmm… I like the sound of that!

::Halsted raises a glass and offers a toast to the Feigels and Cranston as they enjoy their incredible meals together while overlooking the greater Chicagoland area for the 93rd Floor. Scene fades to back. END SCENE.::

::PRESENT DAY - Halsted is scene in-ring with KD at the Halsted Fieldhouse. The two men continue to perfect their new tandem finisher that Margot taught them, the God Butcher. The two continue to work as the cameras zoom in and the two sit down on the ring apron.::

Halsted: That’s it, Kid… keep it coming. Bring everything you got because we need to function as if we were of one mind in this ring when we take on the frat boys, Leon and his little creepy boyfriend, The Baron.

KD: Those two have no clue what they landed themselves in. 

Halsted: No… they sure as Hell do not. Those two little bitches think that cursing and slapping asses makes them tough. Leon wants to show off a title that he never really earned because he never faced me. Anyone who has held the AWS World Championship since I left the first, second, and third time, think they’re valid champions but they’ve only been placeholders until I returned. I’ve won that title three times and it seems like Leon needs a lesson in history.

KD: They both do. They think you’re just here to put me over and they will learn how wrong that really is.

Halsted: Leon wasn’t even on my radar because he’s just a flash in the pan. He won’t even be champion by the time I decide to set my sights on regaining what I never lost! But now, he wants to dredge up the bodies in my backyard, well… the two butt-buddies are about to find out what happens when you try to play gangster with us. They wanna talk about desert burials, but the only funeral they’re attending is their own right here in my hometown of Chicago. I can make a call and have some special shoes made for a nice boat ride on Lake Michigan.

KD: Nah… we don’t have to make that call because we’re gonna bury them right in the middle of The United Center in front of the entire AWS Universe.

Halsted: Fair enough… I’ll show them who the real dogs are when I shred them into pieces like Cerebus. I made him my bitch during my exile and I’ll do the same to them. The BLM will fall at our hands and then you’ll take everything from Leon because you let him off easy in that draw last time. Show him why you are the second-coming of the only kind of Hell a Feigel can serve up.

KD: It’ll be my pleasure, Vin. Together we are unstoppable and there’s nothing they can do about it. Kaos will be served!

Halsted: That’s all I need to hear because I’m gonna take care of the Baron for you. Leon is nothing without his back-up and the Baron is nothing more than a waste of human trash. I’m gonna flush him down with a Halsted Hangover and I’ll leave Leon’s scraps to you for the finish but before we go. I need to address the elephant in the room, now that Leon and He Who Shall Not Be Named opened their mouths and opened the door to the past sins of the father. 

::KD nods.::

Halsted: the punishment is that yo will never get what you want. You had your chance at a fair dance and you blew it so you need to live with that forever. I know it burns you up inside but I have the final say and here it is: NEVER again… Bend the fucking knee and move the fuck on because Austin versus Hogan will never happen so let that keep you up at night as you cry into your pillow you fucking piece of shit. You low-life fucking heat… we all know you could never beat me on your best day without it being handed to you just like every title you have ever held. You never earned anything on your own and you never will. Let that sink in for you and for that false champion, Leon.

::KD and Vin stare down the cameras as they fade to black. END SCENE.::