Cassidy Carter vs. Konrad Raab

[Rachel Foxx]

It is the middle of the day as Cassidy and Austin ride through the streets of New Orleans, having just left their hotel, headed towards the soon to be opened Foxx Frost Wrestling Academy in the black Mercedes Cassidy had won almost two years ago in the End of the Year Battle Royal.The two of them watched the city pass by their windows with unhidden displeasure.  Most people would relish a chance to not only visit New Orleans; but, to be put up for free; but...while New Orleans can be fun, it pales to the on-demand lust and sin the two had become accustomed to in their adopted hometown.  Las Vegas, a city that put New York to shame with it’s lack of sleep.  Even at 3:30 am, the casinos were open, brothels were running strong; and, there was always a party to be found.  One of their favorite things as of late, had been going to the Marquee. It was a generic little night/day club atop the Cosmopolitan; but, it was never short of entertainment.  Wide eyed tourists looking to feel like kings could be caressed out of their money with a wink and a light touch, a technique that didn’t just work on the men.  It hadn’t taken Cassidy long to realize that the women were just as desperate to feel special as the men were.  In the end, everyone wanted to feel like the king or queen of the world; and, a minor celebrity like Cassidy was the kind of prey they all wanted to bag; and, she was content to allow them to believe she was attainable until she had taken what she wanted from them, retreating back to her husband.  The Marquee also was also one of her favorite spots because, unlike a lot of other places on the strip, the Marquee staff were willing to overlook her indiscretions.  Cassidy and Austin had received their fare share of temporary lifetime bans from bars, hotels and casinos up and down the strip.  They had even once received a lifetime from the “world famous” Bunny Ranch for one night drunkenly sneaking into the building, entering a few rooms and watching the festivities therein with a bucket of popcorn neither could remember where they had gotten from when questioned by police.  While the Marshalls were moderate celebrities in the world; they were on a first name basis with most of the staff member at the Las Vegas and Clark County Detention Centers; and, while lifetime bans never really meant a lifetime; Cassidy had grown tired of waiting out the “iron” wills of the establishment owners.  The Marquee’s willingness to let Cassidy operate unimpeded was a siren song.  It allowed Cassidy and Austin to fulfill their need to feed on chaos on destruction; but, it was also a gilded cage.  They were trapped there, and in the confines of the Cosmopolitan, as they waited out their rotating bans.  But, if you wanted to get mollied up and dance the night away on a Monday night, there was no place better.  As easy as the tourists were, the workers were even easier.  The motivations of the tourists were revolving.  Some wanted to know what it felt like to be kings and queens, rich for even a night, and the object of every girl or guys affection; come wanted to risk it all for the chance to win big; and, some simply wanted to escape reality, and live in a world where everything is permitted to a point.  It was the allure that so many people found in Westworld, a show that Cassidy’s older sister constantly was trying to get her to watch; but, why would she want to watch a Westworld, when she basically lived it every day?  The workers, on the other hand, all wanted the same thing.  Working and living in Las Vegas provided them with a steady stream of new and disposable playthings, a thrill which they all found fun...at first.  But, no matter how much they enjoyed the allure of anonymous sex with a stream of tourists that they could dispose of, consequence free when they’d had their fun and planted their flag...everyone eventually needs to feel loved.  The problem with temporary lovers is that they are just that.  It was so easy to fall in love with a single face; but eventually, that face disappeared as the stock of flesh was cycled out for new meat.  Cassidy had made it a point of talking to all the bartenders, servers, waitresses, dancers and DJs, learning their pathetic life stories and making sure that they saw her smiling face on a regular basis.  With them, she was bubbly, light, smiley...she was the flirty, yet  elusive blonde dream girl they all thought they could someday tame.  She flirted with them, allowing them to believe that she truly cared for them; and, in exchange, they provided her with the seeds of her own self-destruction.  Weed, coke, molly, Adderall, even LSD every now and then.  She had been offered heroin on more than one occasion; but...she’d seen what it did to her former employer; so, she steered clear.  She would exploit the residents’ need for human  connection to feed her own dark desires; then, return to her love to share the spoils of her emotional piracy.  

Cassidy grinned slightly as she thought back to their heavenly desert home.  She hated to admit that she had true emotions; but, she missed Vegas when she was forced to be away from it.  The comfortable silence that lingered between Cassidy and Austin was finally broken as he was the first to speak.

AUSTIN: “Ugh...this city is booooooring!!”

Cassidy chuckled.

CASSIDY: “It DOES seem to be lacking, though I suppose it ISN’T Mardi Gras; so…”

AUSTIN: “Drunken tourists exchanging flashes of breasts for plastic beads? Count me out. This whole city feels like the underside of a nutsack.”

CASSIDY: “Well...welcome to the south.”

AUSTIN: “How the fuck did you grow up down here.”

CASSIDY: “Dreaming about getting the fuck out at the first chance I got.”

AUSTIN: “So...you left the swamp and moved to the desert?”

CASSIDY: “Well, as people are so disgustingly quick to point out, ‘It’s a DRY heat, which is totally different!’”

Cassidy used a mocking tone, expressing just how tired she was of hearing those words.  There was a slight pause. Cassidy turned her eyes back to the road, then added…

CASSIDY: “Plus, i wanted to fuck a bunch of black guys without the klan burning a cross on my lawn!”

Austin forced what came out as a very uncomfortable chuckle.  Cassidy fought the urge to grin.  She loved the fact that, even after over a year of marriage, he still couldn’t read her enough to know when she was kidding or serious.  She let the statement marinate between them for a few moments, refusing to answer his fragile insecurities before changing topics.  

CASSIDY: “Anyways...it’s a hell of a lot better than fucking Milwaukee.”

AUSTIN: “On that we can agree.”

He still sounded insecure; but, he had made peace with the fact that she wouldn’t answer his curiosity. So, they moved past it.

AUSTIN: “They keep trying to offer me tickets to the Brewers’ playoff games...as if I care whether or not those clowns make it to the World Series.”

CASSIDY: “Who the hell even watches baseball these days?”

AUSTIN: “People who live in Milwaukee and have nothing better to do.”

Cassidy laughs.

CASSIDY: “Pretty much.  There isn’t even any trouble to get into in that city; and, the hookers are all ugly.”

AUSTIN: “About the same to be said for this shithole.”

Cassidy laughed again, another genuine laugh the way she only laughed for him, when her guard was down.

CASSIDY: “You might be the first person to come to New Orleans and not enjoy it.”

AUSTIN: :Second if you count yourself.”


Cassidy shrugged slightly.

CASSIDY: “Yeah; well...to be fair, I was brought here against my will; and, until you arrived, i was being held hostage at Rachel’s place.”

AUSTIN: “Somehow, I doubt she would see it that way.”

Cassidy just chuckled as she pulled the car over to the side of the road near a bar. Austin looked over at her, raising an eyebrow.

AUSTIN: “Wha...Um...Aren’t we supposed to be meeting Rachel?”

Cassidy shrugged.

CASSIDY: “Probably.”

AUSTIN: “I mean...aren’t we…”


Cassidy smiles as she reaches out and places a single finger gently on her husband’s lips.

CASSIDY: “I’m thirsty.”

Austin looks around, then furrows his brow a bit.  

AUSTIN: “Really? Bourbon Street? I thought you hated these kitchy touristy places.”

Outside the car, a pair of fat, pale tourists walked down the street, taking pictures of literally everything.  They were ugly; but, at least they had each other.  Cassidy found it almost adorable when ugly people found each other.  ‘All animals deserve love...as long as they aren’t breeding,’ Cassidy would always say. She laughed at them as they passed, thankful for tinted windows.  She turned back to her husband and sighed a little.

CASSIDY: “Look, this city may be an overhyped shithole; but, if we are forced to be here, we might as well see the pathetic garbage it has to offer.”

Cassidy took a hair tie from her wrist, pulling her hair into a ponytail before donning a pair of large sunglasses from the center console.

CASSIDY: “Love you.”

Cassidy leaned forward and kissed her husband before exiting the car and heading into the bar.  Once inside, Cassidy took a seat at the bar, ordering 2 shots each of vodka, tequila, rum and whiskey.  “Are you sure?” the bartender asked meekly; but, when she shrugged, he reciprocated with a smile and went about pouring her shots.  By the time Austin took the seat next to her, the 8 shots were lined up, with his share spread out in front of his seat.

AUSTIN: “Really?”

Cassidy just shrugged as she threw back her shot of Vodka.

CASSIDY: “You’re one behind.”

Austin still maintained a hesitant look.

AUSTIN: :I mean...aren’t we supposed to be…”

Cassidy threw back the tequila shot, her eyes never leaving his.

CASSIDY: “Two behind.”

Austin sighed as Cassidy reached for the rum, playfully slapping her hand before grabbing the shots of vodka and tequila before throwing them back one after the other.  Cassidy smiled warmly at him, happy he was finally getting into the spirit. Austin’s face was still hesitant.

AUSTIN: “You know, we’re already extremely late, righ? I mean, we were supposed to meet Rachel…”

He looked down at his phone, and his eyes went wide.

AUSTIN: “4 hours ago!!”

Cassidy laughed as she threw back the shot of rum with one hand, her other already ordering another round of drinks.  Austin tried to wave off the bartender; but, Cassidy motioned for him to keep working, and he did.  Her piercing blue eyes looked deep into his as a slight grin curled the edges of her lips.

CASSIDY: “Do you regret the morning so far?”

AUSTIN: “I mean...it’s hard to regret sleeping in, pigging out on room service and cocaine fueled sex...so...no.”

He paused, thinking back to the activities of the morning before continuing.

AUSTIN: “I mean, we have been having a lot of sex lately, which has been absolutely amazing.”

It had been; though, she decided against telling him why.  Not to say she didn’t enjoy climbing on top of her husband, or vice versa; but...she fought the urge to tell him that she could feel her biological clock going off; and, she desperately wanted to have his baby.  The mounting negative results had started getting to her in a way she never thought they would; but, it had to simply be a numbers game, right?  The more she let him be inside of her, the better her chances of conception would be, right?  He never asked questions, which made it easier to avoid the talk they would inevitably need to have.  She didn’t know if he wanted another kid or not. It was never a topic that either of them felt comfortable addressing.  Technically, she was a step mother to two of Austin’s bastards.  Jr, she actually liked; but, she doubted he had a favorable opinion of her.  The other of her stepchildren, by a happy coincidence, was one of Katelyn Buehler’s bastardesses.  While Cassidy hated the thought of her Austin being involved with that pathetic druggie, she absolutely relished having even partial parental authority over one of Katelyn’s kids.  Beating her in the ring felt like vindication for a whole host of nonsense she had received since joining the Supreme Championship Roster.  Pinning that whore’s shoulders to the ring, and making her admit defeat to what she saw as an inferior opponent was amazing; but...being the stepmother of one of her daughters...THAT was orgasmic!!

The funny thing is, she never stopped to ask if they SHOULD have kids.  What was that Jurassic Park line?  Cassidy was so preoccupied with whether or not she could, she didn’t stop to think if she SHOULD.  She knew she and Austin should have the talk soon.  It would be better to do it that way instead of “Surprise...I haven’t really been on birth control; and,  hope you wanted to be a dad again, because one of your sperm finally crossed the finish line in the race you didn’t know they were running.”  

AUSTIN: “Cass...you still there?”

Cassidy snapped out of the trance she had been in, her attention zooming back on him.  She could feel the words she so desperately wanted to say to him right at the top of her throat; but, when she opened her mouth, all that came out was…

CASSIDY: “I’m sorry, I was thinking of all those black guys.  What were you saying again?”

Austin stifled a chuckle and shook his head.

AUSTIN: “I said...shouldn’t we get going? Rachel is going to be extremely angry with both of us. You know she’s probably sitting there, strangling a puppy, or whatever an supervillain like her does.”

Cassidy laughed.  The moment had passed.

CASSIDY: “Probably catering to those two little…”

Cassidy couldn’t bring herself to call Rachel’s kids ‘bastards.’  She felt a sense of disappointment in herself for that.

CASSIDY: “...kids.”

AUSTIN: “Oh yeah...she DID just have a baby, didn’t she.”

Cassidy nodded, her eyes softening a little as they looked deep into his again.

CASSIDY:  “It is actually really cute.  The kind of kid that could give a woman baby fever.”

Austin raised an eyebrow.

AUSTIN: “You have baby fever?”

God yes!!! So fucking badly she should probably be quarantined, before it spread to the entire city.

CASSIDY: “No...I’m just saying…”

She paused for a moment.

CASSIDY: “Have you ever thought about it?”

The two of them threw back their shots of bottom shelf whiskey, shaking in disgust a little, as the bartender finally placed a beer in front of each of them.  Austin pursed his lips and thought for a moment as he raised the beer and took a sip to chase away the horrible taste of cheap whiskey.  Cassidy’s eyes focused intently on him, watching him for even the slightest sign.  Eventually, he lowered his mug and, still hesitating a bit, said…

AUSTIN: “I don’t know. I mean...I suppose I’ve thought about it once or twice; but, between our...extracurricular activities and being made the interim Head Coach and General Manager of the Milwaukee Mayhem, I haven’t really had time to think about that kind of thing.”

Her heart sank a little, and she turned away to ensure none of her emotion got out as he finished his beer.  The bartender approached the two of them to see if they wanted any more; but, Austin put a hand up, indicating they didn’t want any more.  

AUSTIN: “We should probably get going.”

He tone carried a hint of authority which was immediately voided as he stood up, teetered on his feet a bit, and sat back down immediately.  Cassidy forced a chuckle that she knew did not sound natural; but, she doubted he noticed. ‘

CASSIDY: “Looks like you aren’t going anywhere.”

AUSTIN: “Seems the liquor may be hitting me slightly harder than I thought it would.  Still...we need to get going.  Rachel is waiting for us.”

CASSIDY: “Meh...let her wait.  It’s not like she’s my boss anymore.”

Austin furrowed his brow and looked up for a moment, like a kid trying to figure out a really hard math problem.

AUSTIN: “Well...she is MY boss...and…”

He looked up again, and Cassidy could almost see the gears turning in his head as he tried to do the math.

AUSTIN: “Wait...she’s the team owner, which makes her my boss.  That makes me YOUR boss; AND, as team owner...isn’t she also your boss?”

Cassidy laughed.

CASSIDY: “Technically...yes; but, she isn’t going to fire me.  I’m valuable to her.  There aren’t a ton of good quarterbacks just lying around.  Rachel needs me, which means that she is forced to play ball.  I hold just as much of the power as she does.”

His brow furrowed even more as he tried to add this new information into the equation.  He wasn’t drunk...not yet.  Cassidy found her husband much easier to manipulate when he was completely drunk.  No, he was just buzzed enough to have problems putting this kind of equation together.

There was another long pause; and then, it seemed as though Austin had come to some kind of conclusion.  He looked back at her and grinned a little.

AUSTIN: “Well, as the head coach of the Mayhem, I am your boss, and i am giving you a direct order.”

CASSIDY: “A direct order?”

AUSTIN: “Yes!! A direct order!!”

Cassidy chuckles.

CASSIDY: “If that doesn’t work for O., where my biggest paycheck comes from, do you really think that’s going to work for you?”

He pauses, then blurts out.

AUSTIN: “I’ll suspend you for 2 games!!”


Cassidy turns to the bartender and considers motioning for another round.

CASSIDY: “No you won’t”

AUSTIN: “I will!”


CASSIDY: “No you won’t.”

AUSTIN: “I am well within my rights to suspend you for...insubordination!!”

Cassidy turns back to her husband and laughs.

CASSIDY: “Insubordination? What is this, the army?”

She pauses, biting her lip a little before saying…

CASSIDY: “Actually, that could work...boss me around Mein Kommandant!!”

She said, trying to sound sexy.  He tried to be mad at her; but, he couldn’t.  She knew him too well.  Austin rolled his eyes.

AUSTIN: “Why did you go…”

CASSIDY: “Nazi? Yeah, I heard it.  Ugh, I’ve been stuck around Rachel and her kids for too long.  They only speak German to each other. I guess some of it wore off on me.”

AUSTIN: “We have to get going...seriously!”

CASSIDY: “No...we’re going to get in the car and go have sex in a public park.”

The bartender perked up with a mixture of interest and concern.

BARTENDER: “Umm...phew...okay…”

Both Cassidy and Austin turn their attention to the bartender.

BARTENDER: “Umm...okay...sooooo...as hot as the idea of having public sex in a park sounds...um...I would warn you that public decency laws in this city are actually pretty strict.  Also...um... I don’t think I can let either one of you drive out of here.”

CASSIDY: “You’re going to stop us?”

BARTENDER: “I mean...I’ll call the police...”

CASSIDY: “Fine...can I have a shot of moonshine then, since we’re staying here?”

The bartender lets out a sigh of relief and goes for the moonshine.  As he pours the shot, Cassidy leans forward.

CASSIDY: “By the way...just out of curiosity...do you know who we are?”

BARTENDER: “No idea.”

Austin shoots her a confused look.  Cassidy just smiles devilishly back at him.

CASSIDY: “Oh, I know this sounds weird; but, is there any way I can get a shot of Tabasco in my shot? I know it probably sounds weird; but, I’ve been on a serious spicy kick lately. “


The bartender furrows his brow skeptical; but, eventually shrugs and grabs a bottle of tabasco from beneath the bar.  

BARTENDER: “Trust me, I’ve heard stranger requests.”

He pours a decent amount of the hot sauce into the shot glass and places it in front of Cassidy.  She takes the shot glass in her hand and slyly winks at her husband.

CASSIDY: “By the way...would you be willing to settle an ongoing argument the two of us have been having?”

He looks at Cassidy hesitantly, then over to Austin.  

BARTENDER: “Um….sure…?”

Cassidy leans forward on her chair to get closer to the bartender.

CASSIDY: “Well, I bought a new perfume recently, which I absolutely love.”

Cassidy leans in a little further.

CASSIDY: “It’s the new scent by Christian Dior; and, I absolutely love it; but...my husband here, he says it smells cheap.”

Austin’s eyes suddenly light up as he plays along.

AUSTIN: “What can I say...I prefer the more classic fragrances.  Just because something is new doesn’t mean it’s better.”

Cassidy rolls her eyes.  

CASSIDY: “Well...anyways... I think my philistine husband is absolutely wrong; but, I wonder if you would be willing to be the tie breaking vote.  Would you be willing to tell this buffoon that my perfume is amazing?”

The bartender looks at her hesitantly, then over to Austin, who nods approvingly.  The bartender takes a small breath, then begins leaning in cautiously.  As he begins to move in, Cassidy moves quickly, splashing the shot into her mouth and spraying it into the bartender’s eyes.  He recoils in extreme pain.

BARTENDER: “YOU BITCH!!!! I’M CALLING THE POLICE!!”

But, before he can reach for the phone, Cassidy has already grabbed Austin’s hand as the two of them run out of the bar and to her car. They both hop in, kissing passionately before she presses the ignition button.  The car roars to life.

CASSIDY: “Next stop...SEX PARK!!!”

She steps on the gas as the car shoots down the street, swerving around a corner and off to find a public park.  


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As the camera comes once again to life, the picture flickers for a moment before coming into focus. As it does, we find Cassidy Carter sitting on a park bench. Her hair is disheveled as is her sweatshirt, which she tries to straighten before pulling a single small leaf from her blonde hair. She chuckles slightly as she looks at the leaf, then tosses it to the ground. Her husband’s voice comes from behind the camera.

ACE: “Ummm...we’re rolling.”

Cassidy’s smile fades and her face turns to one of annoyance as she looks into the camera.

CASSIDY: “Do I HAVE to do this?”

ACE: “Unfortunately, my dearest, this is part of the job. If you want to make good on the things you said in Breakdown, you're required to put in something to get them talking.”

Cassidy pouts for a moment; but, eventually she looks back into the camera.

CASSIDY: “Well...where do I start? The last few weeks have been...annoying for your SCW Television Champion...to say the least.  First, I have to deal with all of these assholes telling me that I am not the true Television Champion.”

Ace speaks from behind the camera again.

ACE: “All hail the queen!”

Cassidy smiles, continuing to talk to the camera.

CASSIDY: “Look, the fact of the matter is, that belt means absolutely nothing to me.  The television title is nothing more than a generic placeholder for the title it replaced. Now, instead of having the Underground, which was fresh, bold, cutting edge...we have another generic, bland, meaningless hunk of leather and metal, which simply blends into the current landscape of SCW. The Adrenaline Championship, the United States Championship, the Television Championship...no longer are any of these trinkets the crown of a unique style; but...participation trophies, meant to placate the roster and make them feel special.”

Cassidy pauses for a moment, and forced a small chuckle.

CASSIDY: “But...I don't need to to rehash my distaste for that meaningless heap of nonsense...do I? I have made my feelings perfectly clear. So...the question arises...why bother taking that belt if it means so little to me?”

She laughs again.

CASSIDY: “Well...because I can.  I mean, if we are just throwing around meaningless trinkets, why the hell shouldn't I have one. Besides, how cowardly is the so-called “real” SCW Television Champion that he had to have a new belt commissioned, rather than trying to reclaim the real one. He calls himself a champion; and yet, he walks around with a cheap toy.”

She pauses for a moment.

CASSIDY: “Also...my husband and I have a thing for Championship belts…”

She grins slyly to the man behind the camera.

CASSIDY: “Take that statement as you want to; but, to anyone coming into contact with the SCW World Championship, or the SCW or GCW Television championships...you're welcome.”

She beams at the camera for a moment; but, soon she allows her smile to fade.

CASSIDY: And then...over the last week, I found myself trapped in an after-school special, starring the two most insufferable morons this business has ever witnessed.”

Her face twists to one of disgust.

CASSIDY: “First, we have William Mason, the milquetoast, unwanted savor of damsels in not-so-much distress everywhere. He is a generic wanna-be hero who insists on sticking his nose where it has no business being; and,  wing the white knight that no one has ever asked for.  The truth of the matter is, he is a weasel, wearing tinfoil armor, doing whatever he can to worm his way into places he has no right being...working so hard to convince the world that he is Superman, when he is nothing more than a self-serving cretin.”

She pauses, a slight hint of a grin curling one corner of her lips.

CASSIDY: “So...who is surprised that, right after Helms is ruled unable to compete, Blake Mason was close behind to whisper into the ears of those who make decisions around here, trying to convince them that HE deserves a title shot, based on nothing more than the fact that he wants one.”

Her hint of a grin turns into a full fledged smile as she looks deep into the camera.

CASSIDY: “But, there was one problem with Blakey poo's pathetic little plan...ME. When AJ Helms finally succumbed to the pressure of being the absolute fraud that he really is, there was only ONE logical solution to the question of who should take his place! That battle royale was meant to determine who would win the apparent honor of a future shot at the SCW World Championship. When the man who won that battle royale was discovered as a fraud, that ‘honor’ should fall to the last person eliminated...which was me! I dominated in that battle royale; and, if AJ is not fit to take his prize; then, it naturally falls to me! I know that, Oleg knows that, Blake knows that...you morons all know that. Like it or not, that is MY Championship opportunity.”

Ace calls out from behind the camera again.

ACE: “All hail the queen!”

Cassidy smiles back at him before continuing.

CASSIDY: “So...now we come to the man who truly is a knight in shining armor...Konrad Raab. You move through this company as the unwanted conscience, constantly imposing itself on those around him, seeing himself as the savior, who will somehow save he world from...itself.”

She pauses for dramatic effect.

CASSIDY: “The funny thing about you Konrad, is that you are closer to what Blake Mason is constantly trying to pretend he is. You are what he tries so hard to convince the world and himself that he is; and yet, you are too stupid to understand that this world does not need a white knight like you. You are not Sir Lancelot, slaying the enemies of a kingdom and restoring honor to the world...you are Don Quixote, roaming aimlessly through the countryside on your pathetic little donkey, fighting windmills. You are a pathetic old man, trying desperately to regain some semblance of a perceived former glory, fighting windmills and telling yourself that you are slaying dragons.”

She pauses again, her grin slowly returning.

CASSIDY: “And...in me...you thought you had found a true dragon. You thought, if you could just stop me in my tracks, and steal my property from me; you could be the big hero who saved the day. You are simple enough to see the world in black and white; despite the glaring fact, as my former mentor once taught me, that the truth exists in a trillion shades of gray. She taught me that good and evil are concepts that only exist in storybooks, and in the mind of simpleton children who believe these fairy tales.”

She pauses one more time for dramatic effect.

CASSIDY: “And so…Konrad Quixote...you finally stepped into the path of an actual dragon. And, as much as you think that you can win the day with a pure heart and good intentions...you are about to find out that real dragons are much more dangerous than windmills.  When I was younger, and I wanted to start a fight about something trivial, my father used to ask me ‘is this the hill you want to die on?’ It was his way of reminding me to let go of things that were petty, small, not my problem or out of my control.  So...I now pose the question to you Konrad...this fight has nothing to do with you; I will get what I want regardless of your misguided involvement...you literally have nothing to gain, and the entire world to lose by stepping into that ring with me.  This seems to be about honor for you, some moronic allegiance to a moral code that only you carry; so, I ask you…”

Cassidy paused as she looks dead into the camera.

CASSIDY: “..is this the hill you are prepared to die on? If it is...I am more than prepared to be your executioner. Tata old man...see you in the hill!”

Cassidy smiles for a few moments before the camera cuts out, and the picture cuts to black.