Gordon Fury [vs.] Griffin Hawkins

In a match that is all about respect, Gordon Fury prepares himself as he steps into the ring with Griffin Hawkins to participate in the first ever Headbanger's Brawl Match in IWF history!

What is a Headbanger's Brawl Match you ask? Who knows...ask Griffin!!!!

Gordon had some computer problems and was half an hour or so late on his first RP, but Griffin said he could post two on deadline day, so I let it slide.

--Styg

The scene opens inside a moving car, Gordon Fury at the wheel. He is wearing a maroon button up shirt, a pair of jeans, and his signature steel chain around his neck. He is driving down a highway with his window down, right elbow resting just outside the door, his right hand holding the wheel, while his left hand sits on the gear stick. THE gearstick, not HIS gearstick. Mind out of the gutter people.

I know I have said it before, but I really miss the little things sometimes. I mean, when is the last time I have been able to just go for a drive? Just me and the road, windows down, music blaring. I mean to many people it isn't much, but it is something that I took for granted before I joined Insurgency Wrestling Federation, and now it is like a luxury I can hardly ever afford. At the very least It helps keep me grounded. Suddenly a blue light from my bluetooth hands-free system on my dashboard catches my eye as my phone in my pocket rings, although my ring tone isn't the regular ring tone I have set for my phone. I hear the utter terrible singing of Chris Cryptic.

Chris Cryptic: My name is Gordon, and I love penis in my mouth. My name is Gordon, and I take it further south, HEY!

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna fucking kill him. I'm going to disembowel him a with dessert spoon. However my anger subsides somewhat as I remember I have a call waiting. I take a closer look at the screen on my hands-free kit and see a name that puts a knot in my stomach: “Tracey Smith”. I immediately back away from the console and ignore the ringing until my message bank kicks in:

Gordon Fury: Hello, you have reached the message bank of Gordon Lowe. At this time, I am unable to take your call, so please leave a message and number after the beep. Unless you are apart of the Empire, in which case you can go fuck yourself.

The beep kicks in Tracey's voice can be heard.

Tracey Smith: Gordon, I know you can hear me, you aren't fooling anyone.

Fuck.

Tracey Smith: You can't keep ignoring me forever. I told you I would wait until you were ready, but this is getting ridiculous. We need to talk, Gordon, and soon. If you won't talk to me willingly, then I will force you to if I have to. That is all I have to say.

Gordon is getting near the end of the highway, coming up to a T-intersection.

Gordon Fury: How fucking dare she! She fucking dares to call and threaten me? Is she fucking serious? She is the fucking MORON that won't take no for an answer! I hate people!

Gordon glances out of the corner of his eye at a car approaching a give way sign coming into the intersection.

I notice the car doesn't look like it is slowing down, but don't really pay it any mind as I approach the intersection. As I get to the intersection, I notice not only is the car not slowing down, but it is picking up speed! This fucker is no gonna stop! I slam on the brakes as I reach the intersection, but the front of my car slides into it, and all I can do is turn my head and watch as the other car comes speeding straight at me.

Gordon Fury: Well, shit ay.

The last thing Gordon sees is the car staring him down like some kind of beast, and just before impact, the screen cuts to black.


The scene opens back up with nothing but darkness. It is made even more creepy by the whispers that soon follow.

?: Gordon... Gordon... Gordon!

The scene suddenly flashes and Gordon jolts up from lying down, into a seated position, trying to catch his breath. He reaches up to wipe the sweat from his brow when he feels bandages around his head.

Where the fuck am I? What happened? Last thing I remember is that car speeding towards me, and then nothing. I look around the mostly dark room, trying to figure out where I am. Its a small room, a window built in the wall to my right hand side letting the dull moonlight in. I look to my left and see some kind of medical contraption that has tubes coming from it, leading down to where an attached syringe is in embedded in my arm. Then look down at my floral print medical dress and everything clicks.

Gordon Fury: I am in the hospital. Oh well at least I'm alive.

That's very “glass half full” of you Gordon.

You just keep your mouth shut ok? I am in NO mood to deal with you right now.

Ok, I'll be good.

I continue looking around the room, and all of a sudden I notice someone sitting on the end of my bed. Naturally, I freak the fuck out.

Gordon Fury: What the fuck!? Who the fuck are you!?

I can't see the person's face, but I hear as they chuckle to themselves. There is something very familiar about it that I can't place.

?: Come on Gordo, is that any way to speak to your brother.

And before I can blink, the person leans forward, and I can see their face as the moon shines on it through the window. Sitting on the end of my bed, is Kurt Lowe. My brother.





No way. I have got to be crazy. I just sit there staring at this young man on the end of my bed, not moving, not speaking. I just... I don't...

Kurt Lowe: Ummm hello? You in there bro?

Kurt waves his hand in front of my face, and I reach out and grab it with both hands. It feels real. All the fingers, the palm. Everything. While I am doing this Kurt is looking at me with a look as if he thinks I am crazy, which at this point I would agree with him. I let go of his hand as I finally manage to string a sentence together. Barely.

Gordon Fury: But you... you're... dead...

Kurt Lowe: Well no shit numb nuts.

Ok, what, in the bluest of blue hells is going on?

Gordon Fury: But how are you...

Kurt cuts me off mid sentence.

Kurt Lowe: You remember being in the car crash right?

Gordon Fury: Sort of, yeah.

Kurt Lowe: Well, while there is no permanent damage, you did suffer some minor brain trauma. Which, as you are witnessing now, can cause hallucinations.

Gordon Fury: But you look older. How would I know what you would look like? Sound like?

Kurt Lowe: This isn't actually me Gordo. I am actually your subconscious, manifesting itself in a form you needed, at least subconsciously, to see.

Well that does explain it, but it doesn't make it any less fucked up.

Gordon Fury: Wait, “form I needed to see?” What does that mean?

Kurt Lowe: You are conflicted Gordon, and you decided the best person to solve that conflict was me.

Gordon Fury: Conflicted? What are you talking about?

Kurt Lowe: Your match against Griffin Hawkins at Rising Monarchy.

My subconscious obviously doesn't know what it is talking about.

Gordon Fury: Hate to break it to you, but there is no conflict there. Griff is no different to anyone else that has doubted me. I'll go into Rising Monarchy, shock the world by beating Griffin in his own match, and move onwards and upwards.

Kurt Lowe: I hate to break it to YOU, but the fact I am even telling you this says otherwise. See the reason you win Gordon, is because you are innovative in that ring, and will stop at nothing to win. But can you take that same attitude with Griffin?

Gordon Fury: Of course I can. Griff is just another man who is doubting me, telling me that I don't have what it takes. Sure the circumstances are a bit different, but the end result is the same. Once again I will step up to the plate, rise to the occasion, and what nobody thinks I can. I will put Griffin down, and prove once again that I am a man of my word, and that I am ready for the main event.

Kurt Lowe: But Griff is different to the others Gordon. He isn't just a douche bag trying to stroke his own ego/tiny penis. Griffin is a man you not only respect in that ring, but is a man you also consider a friend. When it comes down to it, are you ready to do what it takes? This match is not going to be pretty, it is going to be brutal and bloody. What if you severely injure Griff? What is you retire him? When it comes down to kill or be killed, do you have what it takes to pull the trigger?

Gordon Fury: I have to be. I may subconsciously be conflicted but I have to get the fuck over it. If I give Griffin even a window of opportunity he is going to make me pay. As I proved against him last week when I pinned him in the middle of the ring, you take your eye off the ball for a second, and the other guy will take the ball and smash you over the head with it. Game over. If Griffin is going to beat me at Rising Monarchy, he is going to have earn it. Come Rising Monarchy, Griffin Hawkins is not a man I respect, he is not a friend: he is just another man standing in the way of what I rightfully deserve. And come Rising Monarchy, I am going to take it from his beaten and broken body.

Kurt just smiles and nods. I can't believe that I am actually talking to Kurt again, after all these years. Wait a minute.

Gordon Fury: Hold on, if you are just a manifestation of my subconscious, does that mean...

Kurt Lowe: That you have been talking and arguing with yourself for the past half an hour? Pretty much.

Gordon Fury: Well at least I am in good company.

Kurt chuckles, and despite knowing I am laughing at myself, I can't help but chuckle as well. After we calm down, he reaches out and grabs a hold of my shoulders. Please god don't tell me that my subconscious wants me to make out with my brother. I really hope I'm not that fucked in the head.

Kurt Lowe: Just so you know Gordo, I am proud of you, and I will be watching you at Rising Monarchy, where I know you will continue to make me proud.

Gordon Fury: This is my subconscious telling me what I would want to hear in order to strengthen my resolve isn't it?

Kurt Lowe: Yup

Gordon Fury: Of course.

All of a sudden, the room starts spinning, black dots start to appear before my eyes.

Gordon Fury: Whoah, what the fuck is going on?

Kurt Lowe: The doctors had you put on a drip that administers a sedative to you every half an hour. For now Gordon, this is goodbye.

And that was it. Once again I was fucking unconscious. Faaaaantastic.

The scene fades to black.


The scene opens in a doctor's room. A man that very much looks like a doctor is sitting into the desk on a comfortable looking office chair, while Gordon Fury is sitting on the opposite side, on a very uncomfortable looking waiting room chair. The doctor is looking intently through some papers sitting on his desk, while Gordon waits rather impatiently.

Come on Doctor Slowfuck, what's taking so long? All I need you to tell me is that I am cleared to compete, so that I can get the fuck out of here, and back to training. I look across the table as he FINALLY seems finished as he looks up at me.

Gordon Fury: Well? All good?

Doctor: Well you aren't all good Mr. Lowe, but yes, you are hereby cleared to compete this Sunday.

Halle-fucking-luiah.

Gordon Fury: Good to hear, thanks Doc.

Doctor: However...

Oh come on!

Doctor: While physically your body has almost completely healed, there are factors that we can't control that may still have lasting effects.

Gordon Fury: Lasting effects? Like what?

Doctor: The head trauma you suffered has not completely healed, and so you may be subject to vivid hallucinations.

You don't say?

Doctor: Of course over time these hallucinations will completely disappear. I am giving you a prescription for medication to take before every match, to make sure that you don't have hallucination during. It is very important that you only use this drug in these cirtumstances, as it is a very powerful drug, and an overdose can kill you.

Gordon Fury: Noted. Anything else?

Doctor: One more thing. For the near future, you will be unable to drive anywhere. Fortunately for you, one of your friends heard about the accident, and is here right now. She has agreed to to accompany you to shows and make sure you can get wherever you need to go.

Wait. “She?” No. NO. FUCK NO!

Gordon hears footsteps behind him, and they stop at the doorway.

Tracey Smith: Ready to go Gordy?

This was almost the death of Gordon Fury. It took all of my self control to not bash my brains out against against the desk. Of all of the fucking terrible luck I have had, this takes the cake, and all of the fucking presents as well.

Gordon Fury: Sure...

I get up and turn to face her, her smiling face sending a chill down my spine. She walks through the doorway and into the main hospital corridor. With a deep sigh, I reluctantly follow her. We keep walking until we exit through the front automatic doors. She then stops and turns to me.

Tracey Smith: I'm glad you're ok Gordon. I heard about the accident and I feared the worst.

She then steps forward and embraces me. I lightly put my arms on her sides, but try to avoid as much contact as I can.

Gordon Fury: You know me, I'm tougher than I look.

Tracey lets go and steps back from me.

Tracey Smith: Yeh, you are...

She stares at me as she goes to step forward again, but I’ll be damned if I'm gonna let this play out, no fucking way.

Gordon Fury: Where did you park your car Trace?

Tracey Smith: Oh. Its just over here.

Tracey begins walking to her car, and I follow after her. We reach her car, she moves to the driver's side, and I move to the passenger's seat.

Tracey Smith: This is sort of blessing in disguise for us Gordon. It finally gives us a chance to talk.

That is exactly what I am afraid of. Out of the frying pan and into the fire I go.

Gordon and Tracey both get into the car as the scene fades to black.



The scene open with... am I reading this right? Do I have the right script? You know what, fuck it, don't care. The scene opens with Gordon Fury walking down a cement pathway. To the right hand side of Gordon is a dry, dead wasteland, made even more ominous but the unflinching black sky that hovers over it. To Gordon's left hand side is a lush, green field. Blue sky, white clouds, the whole shebang.

Gordon Fury: A lot of you may be wondering where I am, but that is something that you don't need to know. What you DO need to know is why I'm here. Often times the quality of a journey is not judged based on the final destination, but on the path you travel to get there. And my path has not been an easy one.

Gordon gestures to his right.

Gordon Fury: This, is the wasteland of the under-card. Many people wonder these wastelands, trapped by their lack of drive and skill. This was where I was not to long ago, but I found my way out. I braved the wasteland and have found myself on the path of the mid-card. I am not the only man to walk this path, but at this present time, I am the most powerful who walks this path. And while this path is indeed an improvement over the wasteland, it is not the final destination. To my left is as place that few have managed to cross over to, the destination that every man in my profession aims to get to. The fields of the main event. While I did not spend much time in the wasteland, and I have only just become champion of this path, I am ready to step off the other side, and be where I belong. However, there is one man that is preventing me from crossing over, and that man, is Griffin Hawkins.

Gordon goes to step off the path and onto the field, when an image of Griffin appears, acting as some kind of barrier, preventing Gordon from getting any further.

Gordon Fury: Griffin, what you have to realise is that your doubt, your need for me to prove myself is more important to me than you will ever know. Every accomplishment I have gained up to this point, people have written off as a fluke. The world probably considers me the luckiest man in wrestling. Well, the whole world except for me. But by beating you Griff, by beating you in your own match type, finally people will start to realise that what I have said all along is true. I belong in the main event. The first person who is to be illuminated by this fact Griff, is you. As I said last week, I am not angry at you for what you said, you came up to me like a man and told me what you honestly believed, and I more than anyone can appreciate the kind of man that can do that. However what you have done, is given me more drive than you could possibly imagine. See Griff, the fact that you are a man I consider a friend, as well as someone I respect in that ring, is the fact that I am so driven. If someone like you can doubt me, then it is time I prove once and for all that I am here to stay.

However Griff, your issue is that I am moving way too fast. That at this point in my career, I am not ready for the main event. Let me show you something.

Gordon clicks his fingers, and out of nowhere a moving image materializes in front of him. It shows the Final moments of the High Impact title match where Gordon won first became champion. Gordon covers Steel and the ref's hand just hits the mat for 3 when Gordon clicks again, pausing the image.

Gordon Fury: In a lot of people's eyes Griff, this match never should have happened. I came off a loss to Sean Libby at pick your poison, and I still went out and accepted Steel's challenge. Then and there everyone counted me out. Devlin had more experience, more victories. He had everything going his way. Yet I told everyone that I would run through Dev and win the series. And I fucking dominated him. Then comes the match itself, against a former world champ no less. I told Steel I would leave with the title, and after I took his head off with the Skyfall Guillotine, that is exactly what I did.

Gordon clicks his fingers again, and the image distorts and shifts, showing the end of Gordon's match with Axle Vengeance, just as Gordon nails the Dread Spike, and covers. Once again the ref counts 3, and Gordon clicks to freeze the view.

Gordon Fury: I told everyone coming into this week that I would make Axle Vengeance feel human, that he usual bullshit wouldn't work on me. No one believed I could take down the unstoppable Hall of Fame Killer Axle Vengeance. And yet, as you can see, he was very much stopped. By me. I pinned the Empire's queen bitch in the center of that ring, just like I said I would.

Is my message getting through to you Griff? Do you understand? If not, let me make it crystal clear for you.

Gordon clicks his fingers one final time, and the screen distorts to show Griff's head whip-lashing back from the Dread Spike, and the ref once again counting the 3. Gordon clicks and freezes it on that image.

Gordon Fury: Griff, this week you applauded me for doing exactly what I said I was going to do. If if it was something new. News flash Griff, that is ALL I have ever done. You think I am biting off more than I can chew, that I can't back up my words? Are you fucking KIDDING ME? Not ONCE since coming to IWF has ANYONE managed to prove me wrong. You dare to say I am bragging, like I make empty threats or talk myself up. Sure, I haven't kept my words soft and sweet, because honesty isn't soft and sweet Griff. I have claimed things every week that makes people think I am too overconfident, and yet every week I cash my checks. Every week, I prove all of my doubters wrong. And you should know this Griff. You think that the High Impact Championship is getting to my head? I think your own reputation is getting to yours.

Gordon clicks and the screen disappears, and he continues walking.

Gordon Fury: All of your “casualties of rock” have been self obsessed douche bags, men who challenged you because they thought they were better than you, and you put them down. This has put you on a hell of a roll as of late Griff, and it has gone to your head. You saw me looking to join the main event as a threat, putting me straight into the same category as the others you are trying to knock you down. And this is the mistake that is going to cost you at Rising Monarchy. I am not like any of the others Griff. I am not like any other man alive. There is only one Gordon Fury, and that is what you don't understand. You don't understand that I where you see arrogance, I see self belief. Where you see bragging, I see stating the truth. You have let your hot streak convince yourself that you are unbeatable Griff, just as Axle thought he was. And as everyone knows, that is NOT the case.

You don't understand my motivations for this Griff, you don't understand why, even despite my short time here, that I believe heart and soul that I am ready. And the real kicker here is that it wasn't too long ago that you were in my position. Doubted by everyone, having to prove yourself to everyone that you belong. How quickly we forget huh Griff? The difference there is that you had Tiffani, and to a lesser extent Remington, you had people in this business that you could rely on to have your back. I have no such luck. I came here completely unknown, and alone I have turned back EVERY challenge brought my way. I have made a shit ton of enimies, and no allies, and I prepared to deal with that. No one is going to believe in me but me Griff, and I have come to terms with that. What you need to understand about this though is that my biggest support is in the ring with me every single time I wrestle, and that when everything seems hopeless, when all chance of victory seems lost, they will always be there to pick me up and lead me to victory.

Gordon stops walking and his intensity increases.

Gordon Fury: The fact that this is something you don;t understand shows me that you have no taken me seriously Griff, and by doing so, you have sealed your fate. I am coming into Rising Monarchy, once again as the underdog, and I, for the fucking upteenth time, am going to shock the world. I am going to beat Griffin Hawkins in his own match, and prove that once and for all that I deserve to be in the main event. Griffin, I refuse to stay on this path any longer, the green pastures are where I belong, and I refuse to let you stop me. I will do whatever it takes Griff, and if I have to take you out to walk on that green grass, then so be it.

Come Rising Monarchy, you are trapping yourself in a cage with someone who will stop at nothing to leave you beaten and broken. You think last week was bad Griff? You ain't seen nothing yet. It is time to face the fury...

mate.

Suddenly a flash of white covers the scene and it quickly flashes again as it shows Gordon jolt up in his bed, panting and sweating. He quickly looks around the room as he shakes his head, before lying back down. The scene fades to black.

The scene opens with Gordon Fury in an unfamiliar bedroom. He is wearing black board shorts and no shirt, as he is busy doing push ups on the floor.

This is so bullshit. If I ever snap and go on a killing spree, that doctor is the first one to die. He conveniently forgot to mention to me that I had to stay with Tracey for the first few days just in case there are some complications. I pretty much had to demand a spare room in order to not have to sleep in the same room as her. Or a room that didn't have a locked door. I am completely lost in my push ups, because as far as I'm concerned, the sooner by body is ready, the sooner I can leave this house and go back to staying in shitty motels. Suddenly my head starts spinning, and I have to stop doing push ups and sit down to clear my head. My head finally stops spinning and and I stand back up. I glance at my bed as I get back up, and I have to double take to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Turns out, I was. Lying on my bed, in a singlet and footy shorts, is my brother Kurt.

Kurt Lowe: Hey man.

Gordon Lowe: Well looks like I'm tripping out again huh?

Kurt Lowe: Looks like it.

Gordon Fury: Wait, you said you will only manifest if there is a conflict within me. So why are you here?

Kurt Lowe: Three... Two... One...

Suddenly I hear a knock on my door. Wait... conflict, knock on my door... oh fuck no.

Gordon Fury: You don't mean conflict concerning...

Kurt Lowe: Yup.

Nope. No way. Nope. Nup. Nu uh. Not happening.

Gordon Fury: You have GOT to be joking.

I hear the knock on the door again.

Tracey Smith: Gordy? You ok in there? Just wondering if you were up to talking.

Kurt Lowe: Well? You gonna answer the door or what?

I reluctantly walk over to the door and unlock it, opening it and stepping out of the way, allowing Tracey to walk in the room, because I am a fucking gentleman. She is wearing a pink tank-top and a short denim skirt. She walks over and sits just in front of where “Kurt” is laying, before patting the spot next to her for me to sit. And sit next to her I do. Here we go.

Tracey Smith: Gordon, I wanted to wait until you were feeling better, but I can't wait anymore. I have given you as much time as I can possibly give. I have put my heart on the line for you, you have to understand what that means to me.

And off I go, around the world on a guilt trip.

Gordon Fury: Listen Tracey...

I am cut off mid sentence by Kurt.

Kurt Lowe: Wait a minute Gordon, really think about this.

Gordon Fury: What?

Tracey Smith: I didn't say anything.

Kurt Lowe: Whether you choose to accept it or not, there is a connection between you two. And deep down you know it has nothing to do with me.

Gordon Fury: Bullshit!

Tracey is getting very confused by my conversation to myself.

Tracey Smith: What is?

Gordon Fury: Sorry, just ignore me for a bit, trying to put my feelings into words.

She seems to believe that bullshit story, so at least it buys me some time.

Kurt Lowe: Gordon, if you truly hated Tracey, then you would not be at her house right now. And don't give me that “I don't want to hurt her feelings” bullshit, because we both know that's not the reason. Trust me Gordon, I have it on good authority. Just ask her out on a date. A single date. If you feel nothing, then let her down. But on the off chance you feel what she is feeling, do you really want to shoot her down before you know for sure?

I put my head down, trying to process these thoughts. There is no way I can have feelings for her is there? I mean.. just... fuck emotions.

Gordon Fury: But... you...

Tracey is trying to look into my eyes, to try and understand what is going through my head. I am determined to not meet her gaze though.

Kurt Lowe: You know deep down that this won't disgrace my memory Gordon. You know that I would understand, maybe even support it.

Could Kurt be right? I mean, what the harm in one date right? Oh god this is going to end fucking terribly. The look on her face is that of uncertainty, making it abundantly clear that whatever decision I make would change things between us forever.

Gordon Fury: Tracey listen. I have been doing some thinking, and I don't think we should jump into a relationship. Things are just moving way too fast and I can't handle it.

She looks absolutely heartbroken, on the verge of tears, I should probably finish my thought before she cries loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Gordon Fury: However, to say there isn't something between us would be a lie. So how about a take you out to dinner sometime, and we go from there?

I see the look in her eyes change. Tears start rolling down her cheeks, but they are not of sadness. I think. A smile crosses her face the like I haven't seen in a very long time. She is obviously very emotional, so she keeps her words very soft.

Tracey Smith: I would that that Gordy. Thank you.

With that she quickly gets up and exits out the door, looking back at me one final time before shutting the door. Kurt is looking at me with a smug look on his face.

Gordon Fury: Fuck you.

Kurt Lowe: You are welcome.

Gordon Fury: I feel sorry for Griff. I REALLY want to beat somebody up now.

Gordon drops back to the floor and starts going push ups again, and Kurt just shakes his head. The scene fades to black.



The scene opens up and Gordon is inside what looks like a music shop. He is wearing his usual casual attire, and has his back currently to the camera as it looks like he is rifling through the racks, looking for something in particular.

Gordon Fury: Ah hah!

Having seemingly found what he was looking for, Gordon turns around to face the camera, holding a CD in each hand, although they both cannot be clearly seen.

Gordon Fury: The music people listen to often times says a lot about who they are. There personality, beliefs, everything. Music is the window to the soul as they say. The same goes for us Griff. Comparing our respective theme songs says a lot about who we are, and actually relates to our match at Rising Monarchy.

He holds up the CD in his left hand: “Sin and Bones” by Fozzy. In the other hand he holds “Post Mortem” by Black Tide.

Gordon Fury: Your song “Sandpaper” is heavy rock, while my song “Honest Eyes” is heavy metal. Heavy rock, like you, is hard hitting, mostly well liked. However it is also somewhat predictable, often relying on tried and true rhythms and melodies. Heavy rock, compared to heavy metal, is also somewhat tame. It is reluctant to really push outside of its comfort zone.

Griff, you are one hell of a fighter, and your record shows it. However your offense never changes, never adapts. You have your way to do it, and that's how you will get it done. You are relectant to push boundaries, to do things that people may look down on you for. In a match like Headbangers brawl, that is going to cost you. As for me, heavy metal is rough, harsh, and what it lacks in musical skill it makes up for in intensity. It is also not afraid to venture into unknown and unexplored fields if it mean possibly creating another smash hit. What you don't realise Griff, is that by challenging me to this match, you have given me the edge. You have put my back against the wall where you will need to adapt and think outside of the square in order to win. And that is EXACTLY what I am known for.

I have the advantage Griff, and I don't plan on giving it up. You have given me an opening, and by doing so, have ensured that, like rock stars after a concert, you will be in for a rough night...

...mate.

Gordon walks out of the shot as a voice is heard from off screen.

Cashier: Hey! You have to pay for those!

The scene fades to black.