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The Illusive
Topic Started: Apr 23 2018, 12:20 AM (68 Views)
Baneykinns
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An overhead shot of the South Atlantic Ocean can be seen as the camera fast tracks down to a boat that has just made dock in an island in the middle of the ocean. Getting off the boat is Henry Jenkins and Mr. Bishop. They seem to be in heated conversation as Jenkins looks a little green around the gills from his time on the boat.

Jenkins: Are you sure that he is here?

Bishop: Pretty sure.

Jenkins: You said that about the last three islands that we visited.

Bishop: Look pal, Do you want to be rid of the Bane name and go home to your lady or not?

Jenkins: Of course I do.

Bishop: Then shut the fuck up and lets find this guy.

The former Mr. Bane takes the command and shuts his mouth and follows Mr. Bishop up the beach until they find a shanty. They open the door. The light floods in and envelops the darkness of the inside. An old woman tends bar as this does not seem to be the place these two men should ever walk into. The bar patrons seem like fishermen as most of them definitely have the look and, from the look on Jenkins face, the smell of fishermen. Mr. Bishop sits at the bar and slides the lady some money and a picture. She looks at the picture and looks back at the man in horror. She then points to the back and most darkest part of the bar before taking the money and putting it in her bra. The men turn and make their way towards the back and pull up a seat. The only think that can be seen in the darkness is the cherry from what seems like a cigar as smoke billows from what little light seeps in from the holes in the roof.

Mr. Bishop: You are a very hard man to find.

The figure in the darkness shifts a bit before the cherry of his cigar end lights bright red again followed by an exhale of smoke.

Man: Looks like not hard enough since you found me. Tell me Bish...How long have you been looking?

Mr. Bishop holds his anger back before letting out a huge sigh.

Mr. Bishop: Too long. You know I hate it when you call me that.

Man: What are you going to do about it? You want another go? Remember last time to tried you didnt walk right for a month.

Mr. Bishop tightens the grip on his hat before letting loose of his hat.

Man: So Bish, why are you here? Your great franchise idea not work out like you had hoped?

Mr. Bishop: So you know already?

Man: Of course I know. I may have went to the ends of the earth to be rid of certain people but it doesnt mean I dont see what is going on. So, is this him? The last one?

Mr. Bishop: Yes. This is him. The Last Franchise.

Man: So you are the man huh?

Jenkins: Yes and its a pleasure to meet you finally.

Jenkins stands to shake the man's hand but the man does not extend the offer back to him.

Man: Why should I shake the hand of the man who killed my name? Why would I shake the hand of the man who decided that bringing fucking toys into matches was a good idea? Or the man who keeps company with whores? Or a man who sets fire to another man's property to get a rise out of him after that man beat his ass months prior? You and your former compatriots have sent the name of Bane into the ground and set it afire. It used to be if I strolled into town, the mere mention of my name would send wrestlers running for the hills. It wasnt because I beat the hell out of men with weapons or fucking toys it was because I could wrestle and everyone knew that. So I am not going to shake the hand of a trash wrestler like you, in fact maybe you should get out of my sight before these fishermen here beat the holy hell out of you.

Jenkins and Bishop get up to leave but the man tells Bishop to stay as Jenkins leaves.

Man: Why in earth did you come here and bring that guy with you?

Bishop: I realize being all the way out here that you havent gotten my letters. I needed to show you just how bad it has gotten. The world needs to remember.

Suddenly from the darkness a stack of letters gets thrown on the table.

Man: The answer is no. Go get yourself another "Franchise" because there is no way in hell that i am leaving this island.

Bishop: Fine. I didnt want to have to do this but I will.

Mr. Bishop produces something from his top pocket and throws it into the darkness. The man sounds like he unfolding something and then stops suddenly.

Man: Damn it.

Bishop: Lets go sir. We have much to do and little time to do it.

From the shadows rises a monster of a man, dwarfing Mr. Bishop. He looks as you would think a hobo fisherman looks. His face unseen by his matted hair hanging over it. Protruding from under his hair is a long beard. The man lumbers out of the shanty as all of the bar patrons watch him leave. Jenkins follows behind the man as he gives him a glace through his hair that almost turns his blood cold. All three men get back on the boat as the scene fades out.
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