Post by Marcus Cage on Feb 22, 2015 23:43:02 GMT
The scene fades up inside a large open room, with a wrestling ring set up in the middle, with chairs lined up all round it, except for a path leading from the ring side area, to the locker rooms along the wall. A small crowd of men and women all wearing work out gear, are sitting in the first two rows of seats, along one side of the ring. They were all sitting quietly, watching and listening to, a thin man, with short blond hair, and a light beard who, was standing in the middle of the ring, speaking to them.
Man: You gotta have passion, or you won’t go anywhere in this business. If you expect to use this to launch an acting career, or a modeling career, or even a fashion career, then you can leave right now, because I only train those who are serious about this. Don’t waste my time, and don’t waste your time. Time is a commodity, I hate to waste.
He clapped his hands together, startling the others.
Man: SO IF YOU HAVE OTHER PLANS THEN I SUGGEST YOU GET THE FUCK OUT.
He stood in silence, as he watched the others look around at each other, wondering who was going to leave, and who was going to stay. No one moved, and the man gave a smirk.
Man: Alright! Now, that we got that out of the way, Adam, why don’t you come on into the ring.
One of the men in the seats, stood up, revealing his 6’7 stature, with overly muscled frame. He climbed into the ring, and stood next to the man.
Man: Let’s see, who wants to step into the ring with Adam?
No one made an attempt to step up.
Man: I see. So I’m expected to train a bunch of pansies?
Suddenly a voice from the locker rooms broke the silence.
Voice: I’ll do it.
Everyone turned and were shocked to see Marcus Cage standing there.
Man: Marcus? What brings you here?
Marcus Cage: Well, Thomas. I figured I would stop in and check out your stock. IWF is always looking for new talent.
Thomas: So does that mean you are going to step into the ring with Adam here?
Marcus Cage: Yeah. I gotta show these lightweights what it’s like in the big leagues.
Thomas looked at Adam, then at Marcus.
Thomas: Lightweight? I know you were my top student here, but THIS GUY… has it ALL. He has charisma, size, strength, heart, and is deceivingly fast and agile. I’ve kept an eye on your career. This guy could run circles around you.
Marcus made his way to the ring, and climbed inside.
Marcus Cage: I guess we’ll have to see for ourselves.
Thomas shrugged and whispered something to Adam, before leaving the ring. He walked over to the bell and rang it. Adam and Marcus walked out to the center of the ring. Adam made the first move, grabbing Marcus in a headlock, but Marcus slipped out of his grasp, and landed a kick to his back. Marcus jumped up and put the bigger man in a sleeper hold, but the large man, just fell back, squashing Marcus. The wind was driven right out of Marcus’ lungs, and Adam made an attempt at a cover. Thomas made a make shift count.
“1……2…KICKOUT”
Marcus kicked out and got to his feet quickly. As Adam approached him, Marcus leapt into the air and caught him square in the jaw with a dropkick. Adam staggered, but didn’t fall. Marcus took him down to a knee with a chop block. He hit the man in the head with a buzz saw kick. While Adam was down, Marcus began shouting to the others sitting at ringside.
Marcus Cage: You see that? THAT’S the man who is the top dog here? PATHETIC!
Marcus turned around and was caught with a vicious clothesline, causing him to flip and land flat on his back. Adam lifted Marcus up and began trash talking him.
Adam: So YOU made it to the big leagues? Well welcome to the UPPER TIER.
He lifted Marcus up and hit a gut wrench power bomb. Adam went for a weak cover, as his arrogance began to show.
Before Thomas could strike the mat for a “1” count, Marcus wrapped his legs around Adam’s right arm, and rolled him over, holding Thomas’ shoulders to the mat.
“1…..2…..3!”
Marcus Cage got to his feet, and raised his hand in victory.
Marcus Cage: And THAT’S how you take out the big dog. You let him think he’s won. Toy with him a bit. He’ll get cocky, and get sloppy.
Thomas climbed into the ring, and approached Marcus. The two shook hands and started laughing.
Thomas: Get yourselves showered up we’re done for the day.
Thomas and Marcus sat in some of the seats and began catching up.
Thomas: So, Mr. Big Shot. How are things in the big leagues?
Marcus Cage: Got a big triple threat tag team match coming up. The number one contendership for the tag belts is on the line.
Thomas: I know WHAT is going on. I want to know HOW things are.
Marcus Cage: The usual. Dynamite and I show up, help bring attention to a hurting or dying division, and get met by a couple of punks. It's the same old song and dance that has played since the beginning.
Thomas: I remember a time when YOU were the young punk.
Marcus Cage: What do you mean?
Thomas: Everyone is like that at some point in their career.
Marcus Cage: Yeah, but I figured a fresh start, in a new place would be good, but I look around the backstage area, and I see the little cliques, or how self involved most of them are. I mean I haven't had a conversation with ANYONE outside of Dynamite and Candy since signing my contract. It's not that I choose not to, its that I refuse to be the third wheel to whatever soap opera is going on in each of their lives. I just don't think I have the patience to sit through another one of The Olympians sad attempt to be original. A quick search on the internet can sum up how pathetic their attempts to insult us are.
Thomas: Hey, you had a chance last week
Marcus Cage: Don't even get me started on last week. On top of the fact that both of their "promo's" were nearly carbon copies of each others, the stereo typical coming out of the closet to your mom who is completely cool with it, has been done to DEATH.
Thomas: Did you ever stop to think you just lost the passion?
Marcus Cage: What do you mean I lost the passion.
Thomas: You used to be such a passionate kid. Now you go out there and phone it in. Look at what happened last week. You said from the beginning that you didn't care to win. Just to put on a show.
Marcus Cage: Yeah?
Thomas: Well, perhaps you should care at least a little bit about winning. Shock and Awe still puts on a show like no other. I actually find you guys entertaining because you can be serious in your words, and hilarious in your actions. most others think its all about doing monolouge, voice over insults, and maybe hitting the gym or what not. You aren't afraid to bring people into your real life, the world that you live in. You aren't afraid to show the world that you are human and have your quirks.
Marcus Cage: It does seem like the politics are looking for someone to kiss ass, and conform.
Thomas: Sounds to me like you are using the politics as a crutch.
Marcus looked around at the empty seats.
Marcus Cage: Things were simpler back then.
Thomas: So really, why did you come here? It wasn’t to make my best student look like a chump.
Marcus Cage: Honestly, I came to see how my dads old promotion was holding up. See some of the new talents, and to check up on you.
Thomas: Are you still hung up on what happened?
Marcus Cage: Dude, I ended your in ring career. Now you are forced to train others and watch them go on to successful careers.
Thomas: Not all of them make it. Besides, we ALL know the risks getting into this business. Accidents happen.
Marcus Cage: I know, but if I hadn't been goofing around and showing off, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt.
Thomas: Or, maybe I still would have, or I would have ended up hurt worse. I'm still able to walk. I can take some bumps during training, but it could have been a lot worse. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.
Marcus Cage: Why? What do you have to apologize for.
Thomas: When I got hurt, your dad was furious. I tried to tell him not to get mad at you for an honest mistake, but he didn't listen. Instead the two of you went at it pretty good, and never spoke again after that. I would give up the ability to walk if it meant allowing you two to reconcile, but that's never going to happen, now is it?
Marcus just shrugged.
Thomas: I'm glad you are having fun, but don't forget the reason you perform is to prove you are the best. Now I know you can beat those clowns.
Marcus Cage: You also said your top student could run circles around me.
Thomas: That's why I don't bet. Living in Vegas, that's hard to do. But I would ALWAYS bet on you. Because you always find a way.
Marcus Cage: I suppose I do. I should be meeting up with Dynamite soon.
Thomas: Don’t be a stranger.
Marcus Cage: I won’t. Thanks for the spar. Adam has got a bright future.
Thomas: I’ll tell him you said that.
Marcus and Thomas shook hands again, and Marcus left the building.
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"Hmmm. How quick They Olympians forget. A win is a win, congrats. But as far as what you have to say, and what you do, I'm sorry but I'm not impressed. Your lack of research on us, shows in your mediocre insults, and the fact that you have a selective memory is the basis for how you remember things differently. I could go on about what you said as it pertains to the teams we have beaten... you are correct. You would have to put in some fucking effort to know the teams we have stepped into the ring with, because neither of us went into details. But that is outside your comfort zone. I get that it takes the two of you each doing promos telling the same thing to get your point across. We ALL saw that last week. But there are some very major differences between our teams.
For starters, we have EARNED everything we have recieved. I didn't just wake up one morning and say, "Hey, Julian. How about you go by the name Dynamite, and your moniker can be 'The Explosive Element' and I'll be 'The High Voltage Superstar'." No, those were names given to us by our peers. People who have stepped into the ring with us. You call Kronus and Titan your "stage names"... well that's exactly your problem. You choose your own stage name, but this isn't a play. This is a fight. This is what Dynamite and I do. Now I know you can't grasp our pop culture references, or the fact that we can speak directly to a crowd WITHOUT needing to do a monologue.
The fans are the reason I'm here, but those tag belts are the goal in my sights. Whether our references bring a sense of nostalgia, or shows that we are up to date with current events and fads, we perform, NOT for the likes of you or even ourselves. It's the people who buy the shirts, and come to the shows. So after Titan gets his head out of his ass, and Bayley gives Kronus her big girl panties to put on, maybe, JUST MAYBE they'll realize that they haven't impressed anyone around here. The fans aren't buying it, the other guys and gals, and she-males in the back, aren't buying it, and Dynamite and I damn sure aren't buying it. I had hoped for something a little more original from either of you, other than the same bull shit we saw and heard last week. Get over yourselves.
There was a reason the call for tag teams went out over Facebook. The call for tag teams to help a dying division. You two have given us the answer to the question, "what could possibly be wrong with this division." Congratulations, you live up to The Olympians name. I suppose its poetic though. You destroy everything you touch, and I haven't began to discuss Apocalypes. The very definition of destruction. I like the fact that each man takes the name from something involving the end of days. The horsemen who brings about the end of the world. And Kronus says Shock & Awe arent original. If I had a nickel for everytime I stepped into the ring with a different guy who uses some combination of similar names. But that's alright, it's not hard to understand... unless you're The Olympians. I think the terms sarcasm, creativity, and originality are foreign concepts to our opponents, but we'll find out more tonight. Because tonight, WE GO TO WAR!!!!
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Marcus Cage: Oh yeah. I was hoping we would dust this baby off.
Marcus ran his hand over the canon of the tank that stood before him in the arena parking lot.
Dynamite: Yeah, I make sure to keep her looking look.
Marcus Cage: You know it just occured to me.
Dynamite: What?
Marcus Cage: We made our tank a girl.
Dynamite: And?
Marcus Cage: She has a canon.
Dynamite: Oh Lord, I think I know where this is going.
Marcus Cage: Do you think Kronus would get turned on by a the size of her canon?
Dynamite: Eww. Not something I want to think about.
Marcus Cage: Neither do I, but we ARE in Vegas. I grew up on these streets, and I have seen some crazy shit.
Dynamite: Enough about your prom date.
Marcus Cage: Oh, you got jokes?
Dynamite: Yeah, I got jokes.
Marcus Cage: keep it up and you'll have a fat lip and a black eye too.
Dynamite: Oh, I'm so scared.
Marcus Cage: You should be.
Dynamite: Can we focus on the tag match tonight?
Marcus Cage: I don't know. I am finding myself thinking that the division can't be helped.
Dynamite: We have to at least try. That's why we are going to declare war. Maybe it can light a fire under everyones asses and bring some passion into the IWF.
Marcus Cage: I know but if I have to listen to one more bland, coma inducing promo from The Olypians, I'm going to hurl.
Dynamite pulled a bag out of his pocket.
Dynamite: If you're going to spew, spew in this. I just had the inside of the tank clean.
Marcus Cage: ... funny... you know, we should really think about giving her a name. Maybe we can take to twitter. Let the fans vote on what to name the tank.
Dynamite: That's actually not a bad idea.
Marcus Cage: Why do you sound shocked that it's a good idea.
Dynamite: No reason.
Marcus Cage: So, is she loaded?
Dynamite: No, I made sure the canon wasn't loaded.
Marcus Cage: Oh, come on. I PROMISE I won't fire it off.
Dynamite: NO, and if that were the case, then it wouldn't matter if it were loaded.
Marcus Cage: But what if The Dragonzord attacks, or Godzilla, or fucking Batman.
Dynamite: Why would Batman attack us?
Marcus Cage: I don't know, maybe he's under mind control.
Dynamite: Maybe you're an idiot.
Marcus Cage: Hey, I'll tell Candy you're calling me names.
Dynamite: Fine, I'm sorry. You big baby.
Marcus Cage: I'm going to go get into my war gear.
Marcus walked behind the tank, and emerged seconds later, completely changed into military fatigues.
Dynamite: How did you change so fast?
Marcus Cage: Vegas, baby. I had to learn to change quickly. Now hurry up and get changed. We gotta war to win.
Dynamite walked off camera leaving Marcus rubbing the side of the tank as the scene fades to black.
Man: You gotta have passion, or you won’t go anywhere in this business. If you expect to use this to launch an acting career, or a modeling career, or even a fashion career, then you can leave right now, because I only train those who are serious about this. Don’t waste my time, and don’t waste your time. Time is a commodity, I hate to waste.
He clapped his hands together, startling the others.
Man: SO IF YOU HAVE OTHER PLANS THEN I SUGGEST YOU GET THE FUCK OUT.
He stood in silence, as he watched the others look around at each other, wondering who was going to leave, and who was going to stay. No one moved, and the man gave a smirk.
Man: Alright! Now, that we got that out of the way, Adam, why don’t you come on into the ring.
One of the men in the seats, stood up, revealing his 6’7 stature, with overly muscled frame. He climbed into the ring, and stood next to the man.
Man: Let’s see, who wants to step into the ring with Adam?
No one made an attempt to step up.
Man: I see. So I’m expected to train a bunch of pansies?
Suddenly a voice from the locker rooms broke the silence.
Voice: I’ll do it.
Everyone turned and were shocked to see Marcus Cage standing there.
Man: Marcus? What brings you here?
Marcus Cage: Well, Thomas. I figured I would stop in and check out your stock. IWF is always looking for new talent.
Thomas: So does that mean you are going to step into the ring with Adam here?
Marcus Cage: Yeah. I gotta show these lightweights what it’s like in the big leagues.
Thomas looked at Adam, then at Marcus.
Thomas: Lightweight? I know you were my top student here, but THIS GUY… has it ALL. He has charisma, size, strength, heart, and is deceivingly fast and agile. I’ve kept an eye on your career. This guy could run circles around you.
Marcus made his way to the ring, and climbed inside.
Marcus Cage: I guess we’ll have to see for ourselves.
Thomas shrugged and whispered something to Adam, before leaving the ring. He walked over to the bell and rang it. Adam and Marcus walked out to the center of the ring. Adam made the first move, grabbing Marcus in a headlock, but Marcus slipped out of his grasp, and landed a kick to his back. Marcus jumped up and put the bigger man in a sleeper hold, but the large man, just fell back, squashing Marcus. The wind was driven right out of Marcus’ lungs, and Adam made an attempt at a cover. Thomas made a make shift count.
“1……2…KICKOUT”
Marcus kicked out and got to his feet quickly. As Adam approached him, Marcus leapt into the air and caught him square in the jaw with a dropkick. Adam staggered, but didn’t fall. Marcus took him down to a knee with a chop block. He hit the man in the head with a buzz saw kick. While Adam was down, Marcus began shouting to the others sitting at ringside.
Marcus Cage: You see that? THAT’S the man who is the top dog here? PATHETIC!
Marcus turned around and was caught with a vicious clothesline, causing him to flip and land flat on his back. Adam lifted Marcus up and began trash talking him.
Adam: So YOU made it to the big leagues? Well welcome to the UPPER TIER.
He lifted Marcus up and hit a gut wrench power bomb. Adam went for a weak cover, as his arrogance began to show.
Before Thomas could strike the mat for a “1” count, Marcus wrapped his legs around Adam’s right arm, and rolled him over, holding Thomas’ shoulders to the mat.
“1…..2…..3!”
Marcus Cage got to his feet, and raised his hand in victory.
Marcus Cage: And THAT’S how you take out the big dog. You let him think he’s won. Toy with him a bit. He’ll get cocky, and get sloppy.
Thomas climbed into the ring, and approached Marcus. The two shook hands and started laughing.
Thomas: Get yourselves showered up we’re done for the day.
Thomas and Marcus sat in some of the seats and began catching up.
Thomas: So, Mr. Big Shot. How are things in the big leagues?
Marcus Cage: Got a big triple threat tag team match coming up. The number one contendership for the tag belts is on the line.
Thomas: I know WHAT is going on. I want to know HOW things are.
Marcus Cage: The usual. Dynamite and I show up, help bring attention to a hurting or dying division, and get met by a couple of punks. It's the same old song and dance that has played since the beginning.
Thomas: I remember a time when YOU were the young punk.
Marcus Cage: What do you mean?
Thomas: Everyone is like that at some point in their career.
Marcus Cage: Yeah, but I figured a fresh start, in a new place would be good, but I look around the backstage area, and I see the little cliques, or how self involved most of them are. I mean I haven't had a conversation with ANYONE outside of Dynamite and Candy since signing my contract. It's not that I choose not to, its that I refuse to be the third wheel to whatever soap opera is going on in each of their lives. I just don't think I have the patience to sit through another one of The Olympians sad attempt to be original. A quick search on the internet can sum up how pathetic their attempts to insult us are.
Thomas: Hey, you had a chance last week
Marcus Cage: Don't even get me started on last week. On top of the fact that both of their "promo's" were nearly carbon copies of each others, the stereo typical coming out of the closet to your mom who is completely cool with it, has been done to DEATH.
Thomas: Did you ever stop to think you just lost the passion?
Marcus Cage: What do you mean I lost the passion.
Thomas: You used to be such a passionate kid. Now you go out there and phone it in. Look at what happened last week. You said from the beginning that you didn't care to win. Just to put on a show.
Marcus Cage: Yeah?
Thomas: Well, perhaps you should care at least a little bit about winning. Shock and Awe still puts on a show like no other. I actually find you guys entertaining because you can be serious in your words, and hilarious in your actions. most others think its all about doing monolouge, voice over insults, and maybe hitting the gym or what not. You aren't afraid to bring people into your real life, the world that you live in. You aren't afraid to show the world that you are human and have your quirks.
Marcus Cage: It does seem like the politics are looking for someone to kiss ass, and conform.
Thomas: Sounds to me like you are using the politics as a crutch.
Marcus looked around at the empty seats.
Marcus Cage: Things were simpler back then.
Thomas: So really, why did you come here? It wasn’t to make my best student look like a chump.
Marcus Cage: Honestly, I came to see how my dads old promotion was holding up. See some of the new talents, and to check up on you.
Thomas: Are you still hung up on what happened?
Marcus Cage: Dude, I ended your in ring career. Now you are forced to train others and watch them go on to successful careers.
Thomas: Not all of them make it. Besides, we ALL know the risks getting into this business. Accidents happen.
Marcus Cage: I know, but if I hadn't been goofing around and showing off, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt.
Thomas: Or, maybe I still would have, or I would have ended up hurt worse. I'm still able to walk. I can take some bumps during training, but it could have been a lot worse. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.
Marcus Cage: Why? What do you have to apologize for.
Thomas: When I got hurt, your dad was furious. I tried to tell him not to get mad at you for an honest mistake, but he didn't listen. Instead the two of you went at it pretty good, and never spoke again after that. I would give up the ability to walk if it meant allowing you two to reconcile, but that's never going to happen, now is it?
Marcus just shrugged.
Thomas: I'm glad you are having fun, but don't forget the reason you perform is to prove you are the best. Now I know you can beat those clowns.
Marcus Cage: You also said your top student could run circles around me.
Thomas: That's why I don't bet. Living in Vegas, that's hard to do. But I would ALWAYS bet on you. Because you always find a way.
Marcus Cage: I suppose I do. I should be meeting up with Dynamite soon.
Thomas: Don’t be a stranger.
Marcus Cage: I won’t. Thanks for the spar. Adam has got a bright future.
Thomas: I’ll tell him you said that.
Marcus and Thomas shook hands again, and Marcus left the building.
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"Hmmm. How quick They Olympians forget. A win is a win, congrats. But as far as what you have to say, and what you do, I'm sorry but I'm not impressed. Your lack of research on us, shows in your mediocre insults, and the fact that you have a selective memory is the basis for how you remember things differently. I could go on about what you said as it pertains to the teams we have beaten... you are correct. You would have to put in some fucking effort to know the teams we have stepped into the ring with, because neither of us went into details. But that is outside your comfort zone. I get that it takes the two of you each doing promos telling the same thing to get your point across. We ALL saw that last week. But there are some very major differences between our teams.
For starters, we have EARNED everything we have recieved. I didn't just wake up one morning and say, "Hey, Julian. How about you go by the name Dynamite, and your moniker can be 'The Explosive Element' and I'll be 'The High Voltage Superstar'." No, those were names given to us by our peers. People who have stepped into the ring with us. You call Kronus and Titan your "stage names"... well that's exactly your problem. You choose your own stage name, but this isn't a play. This is a fight. This is what Dynamite and I do. Now I know you can't grasp our pop culture references, or the fact that we can speak directly to a crowd WITHOUT needing to do a monologue.
The fans are the reason I'm here, but those tag belts are the goal in my sights. Whether our references bring a sense of nostalgia, or shows that we are up to date with current events and fads, we perform, NOT for the likes of you or even ourselves. It's the people who buy the shirts, and come to the shows. So after Titan gets his head out of his ass, and Bayley gives Kronus her big girl panties to put on, maybe, JUST MAYBE they'll realize that they haven't impressed anyone around here. The fans aren't buying it, the other guys and gals, and she-males in the back, aren't buying it, and Dynamite and I damn sure aren't buying it. I had hoped for something a little more original from either of you, other than the same bull shit we saw and heard last week. Get over yourselves.
There was a reason the call for tag teams went out over Facebook. The call for tag teams to help a dying division. You two have given us the answer to the question, "what could possibly be wrong with this division." Congratulations, you live up to The Olympians name. I suppose its poetic though. You destroy everything you touch, and I haven't began to discuss Apocalypes. The very definition of destruction. I like the fact that each man takes the name from something involving the end of days. The horsemen who brings about the end of the world. And Kronus says Shock & Awe arent original. If I had a nickel for everytime I stepped into the ring with a different guy who uses some combination of similar names. But that's alright, it's not hard to understand... unless you're The Olympians. I think the terms sarcasm, creativity, and originality are foreign concepts to our opponents, but we'll find out more tonight. Because tonight, WE GO TO WAR!!!!
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Marcus Cage: Oh yeah. I was hoping we would dust this baby off.
Marcus ran his hand over the canon of the tank that stood before him in the arena parking lot.
Dynamite: Yeah, I make sure to keep her looking look.
Marcus Cage: You know it just occured to me.
Dynamite: What?
Marcus Cage: We made our tank a girl.
Dynamite: And?
Marcus Cage: She has a canon.
Dynamite: Oh Lord, I think I know where this is going.
Marcus Cage: Do you think Kronus would get turned on by a the size of her canon?
Dynamite: Eww. Not something I want to think about.
Marcus Cage: Neither do I, but we ARE in Vegas. I grew up on these streets, and I have seen some crazy shit.
Dynamite: Enough about your prom date.
Marcus Cage: Oh, you got jokes?
Dynamite: Yeah, I got jokes.
Marcus Cage: keep it up and you'll have a fat lip and a black eye too.
Dynamite: Oh, I'm so scared.
Marcus Cage: You should be.
Dynamite: Can we focus on the tag match tonight?
Marcus Cage: I don't know. I am finding myself thinking that the division can't be helped.
Dynamite: We have to at least try. That's why we are going to declare war. Maybe it can light a fire under everyones asses and bring some passion into the IWF.
Marcus Cage: I know but if I have to listen to one more bland, coma inducing promo from The Olypians, I'm going to hurl.
Dynamite pulled a bag out of his pocket.
Dynamite: If you're going to spew, spew in this. I just had the inside of the tank clean.
Marcus Cage: ... funny... you know, we should really think about giving her a name. Maybe we can take to twitter. Let the fans vote on what to name the tank.
Dynamite: That's actually not a bad idea.
Marcus Cage: Why do you sound shocked that it's a good idea.
Dynamite: No reason.
Marcus Cage: So, is she loaded?
Dynamite: No, I made sure the canon wasn't loaded.
Marcus Cage: Oh, come on. I PROMISE I won't fire it off.
Dynamite: NO, and if that were the case, then it wouldn't matter if it were loaded.
Marcus Cage: But what if The Dragonzord attacks, or Godzilla, or fucking Batman.
Dynamite: Why would Batman attack us?
Marcus Cage: I don't know, maybe he's under mind control.
Dynamite: Maybe you're an idiot.
Marcus Cage: Hey, I'll tell Candy you're calling me names.
Dynamite: Fine, I'm sorry. You big baby.
Marcus Cage: I'm going to go get into my war gear.
Marcus walked behind the tank, and emerged seconds later, completely changed into military fatigues.
Dynamite: How did you change so fast?
Marcus Cage: Vegas, baby. I had to learn to change quickly. Now hurry up and get changed. We gotta war to win.
Dynamite walked off camera leaving Marcus rubbing the side of the tank as the scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.