“FLOWER OF THE SOUL”
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“Beautiful, is it not?”
[Zane scoffs, swigging another mouthful.]“Does that answer your question?”
[Just then, walking through the flowers towards him is a small man, no more than four feet tall. His face is rounded, his ears large and his skin a tanned colour.] [When he finally reaches Zane, he barely has to stoop down to caress a flower.]“These things hold an opulence of beauty. They’re spiritual. They cause the flower of the body to bloom; a flower than is none other than your soul, Zander.”
[He looks up, wincing.]“Perhaps the tonic in that flask does a similar feat.”
[Zander thinks about it, shrugging with a nod.] “Are you gonna tell me where I am or what? I must’ve gotten black out drunk last night because I’ve never been here before.”“My name is Xochipilli and this is my garden. I summoned you here because there is a war about to take place inside The Tap Room and I need a soldier to fight in honour of my name. You have many legions of followers, many ‘fans’ as you would put it. With you representing me, we could win this war.”
[The Rockstar doesn’t look too amused.]“And why the fuck would I do that?”
[Xochipilli smiles.] “I’m the God of art, games, beauty, dance, flowers and song. I can make you relive your glory days, Zander. I can give you back what you’ve lost to time.” [That piques his interest.]“All you have to do is represent me.”
[He leans in.]“And your first battle is but a monumental one, if you decide to stand with me.”
[Zander folds his arms.] “What do you need me to do?”“I need you to defeat the undefeated. I need you to break the unbreakable.”
[Zane’s eyes widen.]“Newton?”
[The God nods.] “Precisely. I need you to show him that his God has forsaken him. I need you to beat him, break his streak and take his Championship. I need you to show Edward Newton that his Christianity is a flaw to his intelligence, not a strength.” [The Rockstar thinks about it for a moment. He looks down at the flowers, plucking one from the ground and bringing it to his nose.] [He inhales.] [Then drops slowly to a knee.]“You have my worship, my lord.”
[Cut.]“HOME INVASION II”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Get down!” [Screams a raucous voice.] “Everyone get the fuck down!”
[Loud banging, crashing and screaming is how we open, watching as the doors of The Underground Bunker are blown from their hinges. Men and women in riot gear storm inside, accosting the first person they see and beating them to the ground with batons and riot shields.] [As the Aryan Brotherhood become quickly subdued, in walks Nightstick with a sinister smile on his face, wearing an open-faced riot mask and carrying his own shield.] [He searches the room, looking at the faces of those held down on the ground, until he finds the one he was looking for.] [Wolfgang.] [He walks over, looming above him.]“How does it feel?” [Nightstick says, grinning.] “We burst into your home, attacked your people and made you feel insecure. Isn’t that right?”
[Wolfgang laughs.] “Once a race traitor, always a race traitor. You haven’t succeeded in anything, pig.”“Oh but I have,” [Stick interrupts.] “Because I’m willing to bet that most of your men here have jackets with live warrants in them. I’m just looking at some of these beautiful faces and I can already see that at least half of your men are going to jail, if not all of them.”
[He bends down slightly.]“And that means that poor ol’ Wolfgang is going to be left on his own.”
[There’s a small struggle behind him as the cop’s haul Wolfgang’s men to their feet and begin dragging them out of the bunker.]“Do you think that’ll stop me, Nightstick? There’s no stopping me. You can’t. I’ll kill you, your wife, your kids, your everything.”
[Nightstick angrily slams his shield down on the arm of Wolfgang. There’s a terrible crunch, clearly breaking his arm. The Superior howls in agony.] [Holding the shield there, leaving his enemy breathless, Nightstick grimaces.]“First, I’m going to take away your army. Second, I’m going to take away your fight and Third, I’m going to end your miserable crusade. You don’t scare me, Wolfgang. Welcome to the end, because unlike Quinn, I’m not that much of a good man.”
[Cut.]KING ARTHUR VS. NATE WASHINGTON VS. WOLFGANG VS. GALLOWS LYNCH
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
“A GAME”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Solveig’s betrayal. Gameboy’s death. The whole situation stunk from the beginning, but it ended much worse than I anticipated it would. I won’t make the same mistake again. I can’t.”
[Redwing kneels on the edge of a rooftop, staring across a chasm at an adjacent office building.]“The only person I can count on is myself. So when I got a tip about the brutal kidnapping of innocent citizens, I knew I couldn’t allow death to stain this city yet again.”
[The Detective draws out what looks like a gun, but instead of a bullet it fires a rope across the space between buildings. Redwing fastens his end to a wall, and zip lines across, his cape billowing in the wind.]“Ten people, six men and four women. The suspect grabbed them off the street. Reports are inconclusive, but he likely had help of some kind. The tip said they were brought here.”
[Using a glass cutter, the Caped Crusader gains entry to this office building. Inside the shadows, the building seems to have been abandoned for some time. Redwing looks around, taking note of every mote of dust.]“A dead end.”
[Out of the darkness, light suddenly blares. A screen has been crudely fastened to the wall, and with a wall of static it opens up to show black and white footage of ten people, bound and gagged. Redwing takes in the scene, grabbing the screen for evidence. Using a small flashlight attached to his arm gauntlet, Redwing illuminates the area. Crudely written on the wall is a single phrase as Redwing’s lip curls with disgust.]“I want to play a game.”
[Cut.]VINDICATORS VS. PRYCE, BANDITO & MYSTERION
TRIOS MATCH
“POWER OF PRAYER”
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“Enter,” [Odin gruffly responds, standing up to greet the knocker as they push the door open.] [Troy Solveig is that man.]
“You summoned me, father?”
[Odin nods, walking over to greet his son with a handshake.]“Indeed. I’m afraid I have some bad news,” [he admits, walking Troy into the room and offering him a seat. They both sit at a hand-crafted wooden table, next to each other.] “The Chief has gifted resurrection to Shadow and D’von Chambers.”
[Troy looks stunned.] “What?”“He’s breaking creeds in perpetuity, son. As God’s, we adhere to strict policies and procedures put in place by the council here at Elysium Fields to ensure the sanctity of Earth. To save it and defeat his son, he revealed himself to the world and now he’s offering resurrection to his fallen warriors.”
“He must be stopped,” [Solveig angrily responds, standing. Odin offers him a hand of calm, but Troy is furious.] “You know what must happen, father.”
[Odin shakes his head.]“We cannot. Such an act would require great power, great sacrifice and would upset the balance of this planet. It remains an option, but only as a last resort. You must understand our mission here, Troy. We’re fighting for belief. The power of the God’s in our consortium will grow with every believer, every prayer, every soul that answers to us.”
“I’ll give them something to believe in, father. I’ll destroy Shadow and D’von Chambers once more and then they’ll know which God they should worship. At Exodus, The Chief’s men will crumble.”
[Odin stands to meet his son, placing his hands upon his shoulders.]“Show no mercy,” [Odin commands.] “And show no fear. Valhalla awaits you, my child.”
[Cut.]“FRAGMENTS”
BACKSTAGE
“We are truly all that remains, aren’t we?”
[Berengar nods, still not responding.]“The more I think about what happened, the more I think about how we could have prevented all of this from happening. He was right under our nose, Berengar. He turned on us and shattered our bonds in one stroke. And we let him get away with it. If we had only known… if I had just not been so frozen with fear.”
[Berengar slams his fist onto the table, forcing Spero to quite rambling as he stands up, looking down at the Hopeful Hero with a vacant scowl.]“We could have prevented this, yes. But we didn’t, and now the Vindicators… we must come to terms that we are mere fragments of what we once were, and without the others who made our ranks, what are we?”
[Berengar turns to leave, but Spero grabs for his arm, the Void Knight looking back at Spero for a moment, his former teammate looking back at him.]“We can’t just give up on justice, Berengar. There must be something we can do… maybe we could rebuild?”
[Berengar merely shakes his head.]“To rebuild we would need pieces, we would need others willing to join our ranks. But you must realize, we failed. I will stand by your side where I can, but as far as I can see. The Vindicators are no more.”
[Berengar pulls away, leaving Spero alone in the bar, the blue hero motionless, absorbing all of the information before collapsing into his chair, sitting in silence as we fade out.]SHADOW & D’VON CHAMBERS VS. HEATH SOLMAN & JIGSAW
TAG TEAM MATCH
“DESIRE”
BACKSTAGE
“Gentlemen. This is our year. Everything that we desire is there for the taking. Fortune favours the brave, and nobody’s got bigger balls than the Kingpin. Watch them all step up to get put down!”
[He raises his hand, lifting a glass off his office desk. His cronies follow suit. The trio clink glasses together to welcome in the new year, but that is where Nate falls silent.]“The fuck?!”
[He frantically looks around. The table. The ground. Nothing. He shoots looks at each of his men, but they simply look blankly back at him.]“Where the fuck?!”
[He tosses his tumbler to the wall and it shatters into a million pieces. He holds out his hand, where a signet ring, a symbol of his status and power is usually worn with pride. There is a band on his skin where the ring usually is, but no ring.]“Find the damned thing!”
[With a flick of his hand, he grants the order. Instinctively, both men begin by patting their own suit jackets. And surely, Nate watches as a shocked and puzzled look falls over both of their faces. Almost simultaneously, they both retrieve a piece of cloth from within their jacket and hold it up for Nate to see.]‘Much obliged.
The Guild.’
“Bring me Bandito. Find the fucker and break his fucking knees. Then drag him to me.”
[Both of his men nod and head out into the hallway. All they find when they get outside is a trio of discarded black ‘OSW STAFF’ shirts.] [No sign of the Guild or Bandito.] [No sign of the Kingpin’s ring.]“THE SUN”
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“Fear no more.”
[The words seem to come from everywhere at once. Edgar’s eyes dart around the hillside which seem barren besides him and the vegetation.]“Fear no more the heat o’ the sun.”
[Edgar Nevermore’s eyes slowly rise to look at the sun which doesn’t seem to harm his eyes in any way. He looks and admires this ball of gas for a moment before he hears a strum to his right.] [His eyes turn to see an incredibly well-tanned man laying in the grass next to him with a lyre in his hand wearing only the smallest amount of clothing to hide his form. The man strums his lyre as he looks up at Edgar.]“Do you fear the heat o’ the sun?”
[Edgar looks at the man before him and smiles although looking incredulously back at The Akropolis in full form as if just recently created…]“Nor the furious winter’s rages” [says Edgar continuing the next line of the poem.]
“You’re Apollo, I presume?”
[The lips of the man curl up at each end in a gorgeous smile.]“Mmmm, how perceptive of you, my young squire.”
[Apollo strums his lyre before meeting the eyes of Edgar.]“Mmmm, I am Apollo, the provider of music, the sun, the light, truth and prophecy, and poetry. With the gates of Olympus opened wide for us to roam, I have chosen you to be my squire.”
[Edgar Nevermore twirls his moustache as he looks him over.]“What would that entail?”
“Mmmm, a great war is on the horizon, my squire. All I ask is that you continue to write your poetry and celebrate me as your deity of choice.”
[Apollo smiles at this.]“And if I were to say no?”
“Mmmm, that war will not be stopped by your denial. However, you WILL choose a side in the end. I have foreseen this. It’s up to you to decide which of the two roads to take.”
[With that, Apollo strums his lyre once more and the sun turns to black as the walls once again resume their place as Edgar Nevermore is right back in The Taproom with a notepad in hand and a pencil.] [He tries to write something down, but he stops. He closes the notepad and puts away the pencil as he seemingly has lost his train of thought.]ELI FOREVER VS. ZANDER ZANE
SINGLES MATCH
“SLEEPING GIANT”
RINGSIDE
“MANSON!” [He roars.] [The Heir Eternal paces back and forth for a moment before realizing Manson isn’t just going to come out.]
“You wanted to make an impact, I get it. Perhaps I might even levy forgiveness to you for that transgression.”
[Hatred burns in the eyes of Eli Forever.]“But you took my mother.” [Forever begins.] “So this isn’t going to be about matching wits and outsmarting one another. You’ve made this personal, and I will stalk you to the ends of the Earth. But first, I give you the opportunity to hand her back over. I’ll go back after Newton. You can do whatever it is that you do. Perhaps we can even make an alliance one day. But only if you acquiesce to my request.”
[A pregnant pause fills the air as Forever waits.] [Still no Manson.] [Darkness.] [The lights have dropped. Eli drops his microphone with a thud.] [But when the lights come back, Manson is not there.] [But two of his followers are.] [THWACK!] [MANSON FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!] [Eli rolls out to the floor, while Manson rushes the ropes with his followers behind him.]“Don’t run, Eli.” [Manson taunts.] “This Nightmare is just beginning. You’ve awoken a sleeping giant that will never go back to sleep.”
[Eli heads back for the ring, but discretion wins out over valor. His eyes taking in Manson and his followers, Forever instead backs away.] [There will be another time.] [But he only has one mother.] [Cut.]DAVID MANSON © VS. LUTHER CREED ©
REWIND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
“MY LIEGE”
BACKSTAGE
“Reveal thyself trickster. I find little amusement in the frollicking of a warped mind.”
[From the darkness, a familiar voice.]“But my liege, I dare not. For your immortal beauty blinds me as though it were the light of God, and I were but a heathen.”
[King Arthur insists.] “Step forward and reveal thyself.” [Isaac Danvers emerges from the darkness. With a smile, he regards the Lich King. Arthur does not smile back.] [Danvers looks at Arthur’s hand.] “I see you’ve received my vow.” [Arthur looks at the heart-shaped letter once more.] “What is the meaning of it?” [Danvers kneels before Arthur.] “The meaning is precisely this, my liege: I offer you my fealty.” [King Arthur looks Danvers over. Suspicious.] “Whence comes the knife in my back that is sure to follow such a sudden and unprovoked offer?” [Danvers gasps.]“Never, my liege.”
[King Arthur laughs.]“Thou doth lack the quality of a knight, and you slither in the dark as though ye art a snake.”
“Yet,” [intersects Danvers.] “I loyally stand at your side, like a dog.”
[Arthur thinks for a moment, staring the unwavering Danvers in the eye.] [Suddenly, Arthur crumples the note and drops it to the floor.] [Danvers clutches his heart.]“I refuse your offer, Danvers, and I speaketh but once my demand: Be gone from me.”
[Danvers stands to his feet.]“But my liege, I’ve told you. I’m a dog. Your dog. And good dogs are so incredibly loyal that you practically have to kill them to be rid of them. If you simply run them off, they just come back a few days later.”
[King Arthur is ever vigilant.]“Should thou return, thou willst only receive the same answer.”
“Well I will hope not.” [Danvers sighs.] [He walks away from Arthur, who keeps a keen eye on Danvers as he fades into the dark.] [Danvers mutters.] “For my sake, and yours.”
EDWARD NEWTON © VS. REDMOND QUINN ©
SINGLES MATCH
“SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“With that fool silenced, I can finally focus on what’s important. I can focus on my plans to…”
[He stops mid-sentence upon glancing at a figure on one of the screens, set just outside his lair. A scowl appears on his face as he zooms the camera in on the figure, discovering none other than Charlie Pryce climbing out of a window!]“Who does this imbecile think he is, and how did he find my lair!?”
[Mysterion rushes toward the door, reaching for a ray gun on the way…but to his surprise, the blaster is nowhere to be found! Sitting on a counter is a small card that Mysterion grabs, reading the writing on it.]“Guns are dangerous, especially the kind you play around with all the time. Cheer up love, I’m dropping this off somewhere safe. CP”
[Mysterion crumples the card, tossing it away at the realization that Pryce was not trying to enter his humble abode…he was escaping. Snarling, the Cloaked Conundrum leaves to chase down the man that’s stolen one of his weapons. All the while, lurking in the shadows of the lair is an unrecognizable figure, seeming to nod in approval at the scene unfolding before it, a strange chuckle coming from it as it disappears out of sight.] [Cut.]ISAAC DANVERS VS. EDGAR NEVERMORE
SINGLES MATCH
“UNDERWATER”
RECORDED EARLIER
“Mother Magdalene, how wonderful for us to finally meet.”
[Beside Manson stands one of his bleeding followers. The crimson mask obscures his features, but the dripping is this man’s blood.]“I know this must be a nightmare for you, but soon you will learn that the true Nightmare is the voice you are listening to. I moved mountains to bring you here.”
[Drip.]“But you must be wondering why.”
[Drip.] [Cough.]“Your son was so fixated upon the Riddler that he didn’t heed the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something was amiss. But those feelings soon turn into Nightmares, and he’s a very haunted man now.”
[Drip.]“In his plot, he never noticed several new followers infiltrating. Just as I did with the Awakening, I carefully maneuvered every piece into place. Even now, he doesn’t see them. Nor will he.”
[Cough.]“But I don’t want to infiltrate, my dear. No, I want those that bow to him to bow to me. To follow me is to devote yourself utterly to the Nightmare. Your son has such devotion from his followers. But you will tell me how best to turn them to my cause. I’ve planted seeds, and you will fertilize them.”
[Manson grins as we zoom out.] [Drip.] [Blood drips down upon the covered face of Mother Magdalene, from the face of Manson’s follower. Her body is bound and restrained.]“You will tell me what I wish to know, woman.” [Manson commands.] [She does not speak, but only struggles to breath. The Nightmare lets a small grin out, patting Magdalene on the arm, somehow comfortingly menacing.]
“Your son’s followers will be mine.”
[He nods to his follower as he takes his leave.]“One way or another.”
[Cut.]“WHEN MISFITS COLLIDE”
BACKSTAGE
“Hold on. We’re not alone.”
“You never are Luther. You’ve got your best friend watching your back don’t you? At least, as well as one can when they’re dead.”
[The voice emerges from the shadows as Rain. Smiling, with hands open, he greets them. Luther and Redmond however, simply stare down the intruding wrestler. Luther locks eyes, focusing on the Misfit]“What do you want man? We’re sort of in the middle of things.”
“Just a minute of your time, if it’s not too much to ask.”
[From around the corner comes Heath Solman, looking sheepishly as he does. With sudden appearances of the two, both guards of Creed and Quinn go up. Rain continues on, trying his best to defuse tensions.]“Change is coming to the Tap Room. The dead are stirring up as if leaves in a storm. In the case of trouble, we want to make sure that we outsiders have each other backs.’
[The Revolution blinks, not quite sure that they heard what correctly. Creed speaks up first.]“You want what?”
“What Rain’s trying to say is that we want to make an alliance. Given that things are gonna be changing, we figured that a teamup would be-“
“No.”
[Surprsing both the Outcasts and Luther, it is Redmond who speaks up, anger furling in his brow. He marches up to Rain, who looks surprised as the teacher gets confrontational.]“You want to try and buddy buddy up, after creeping out of the dark at us? Whatever games you’re playing, we don’t want them. You’re gonna have to earn our respect before we even think about teaming up with you. Now get lost, or else.”
[Taking the hint, Rain and Solman back off, retreating deeper into the Tap Room. Luther tries to talk to Redmond, only to get brushed off.]NIGHTSTICK © VS. RAIN
DOUBLE FEATURE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
his tracks by a massive freight rain in Nightstick?] [The bell rings as Rain rushes forward, taking Nightstick by surprise with a flurry of lefts and rights, the blows staggering the Law back into the ropes as Rain tries to throw Nightstick across the ring but gets reversed. Rain bounces off the other side, ducking a clothesline attempt as he lands a hard leg lariat to the chest. Nightstick stumbles back before exploding with a mammoth Big Boot that turns the Misfit inside out. Rain slowly stumbles to his feet right into Nightstick’s clutches who lifts him, spinning him around, before planting him nearly through the mat with the ODE TO BOSSMAN!] [The side slam drives all the wind out of Rain as Nightstick hooks a leg for the cover, ONE…TWO…Rain just gets the shoulder up! Nightstick pulls Rain up to his feet, rocking him with a fierce uppercut before lifting him up high, 91…BULLDOG! Rain manages to slip out, planting Nightstick with a one handed bulldog out of nowhere. Nightstick staggers up to his feet right into a stiff enziguri to the back of the head before he’s grabbed and slammed into the mat with a Forward Russian Legsweep!] [Rain rolls Nightstick over, hooking him into a cradle for the victory. ONE…TWO…Nightstick just gets the shoulder up! Rain waits for Nightstick to get to his feet before drilling him with a stiff shot to the gut, BROTHER…Nightstick slips out, BULLHAMMER ELBOW! A second Bullhammer, SMITH AND WESSON! Nightstick backs up as Rain slowly rises to his feet before rushing forward and nearly taking his damn head off with a thunderous HARD JUSTICE! Nightstick covers the unconscious Rain, ONE…TWO…THREE!!!] [Nightstick retains his title here tonight, the Misfit put up a great fight but in the end, he couldn’t outrun Justice.]
“YOU DIED”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
TROY SOLVEIG VS. GAMEBOY
BETWEEN HEL AND VALHALLA
“YOU betrayed us! YOU KILLED me! YOU MUST BE FINISHED!”
[The entire building and room begins to shake as the eyes of Gameboy once more flash red as his entire body begins to shake.]“FATALI-“
[DING!] [The hammer of Troy is thrown right into the side of Gameboy’s head as he’s knocked out of his Kill It With Fire move! Gameboy is disoriented as he’s standing there. The room has ceased shaking from the blow. Troy grins as he’s barely able to stand himself as he approaches Gameboy and grabs the side of his head.]“Just remember… you did this to yourself.”
[HAMMER OF THE GODS!] [The jackhammer splatters Gameboy across the wooden boards as Troy rises to his feet.] [Gameboy isn’t moving.] [Troy smirks down at him as he holds his hammer over his head, once again ready to end it all… again.]“HAMMER OF THE GODS”
RINGSIDE
“You?” [He growls.] “You should be dead!”
[Suddenly, D’von Chambers tackles him from the side, Spearing him to the ground with a ginormous thud. Shadow takes his hand away from Vǫlsungr, the hammer hitting heavily on the mat as he does.]“You have your God and we have ours,” [Shadow retorts, bending down to pick up The Hammer. Troy looks amazed, watching in horror as he somehow wields this weapon.] “And ours gifts us with power, just like Odin has you.”
[Shadow lifts the weapon above his head.]“Now, let’s see if your God will resurrect you.”
[He’s about to slam the hammer down on Troy as Chambers holds him, until a massive shockwave ripples through the air, sending Shadow and Chambers flying across the cage into the metal.] [It’s Odin!] [With his long grey hair, eye patch and beard, Odin’s staff has connected with the ground with such power that everyone inside the cage except him as flown across it. He reaches down, grabbing Troy by the arm, pulling him into a void of darkness and to safety.] [Vanished.] [Shadow gets back to his feet, helping Chambers up too. They both walk over to the hammer, looking at it with wry smiles.] [Then Shadow grasps it by the handle, lifting it off the ground and placing it over his shoulder.] [Cut.]“ETERNITY”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“They’re in a better place,” [a voice startles him.] “I’ve seen it.”
[Newton stands up angrily, turning to see the face of a man that terrifies him. He stumbles backwards, careful to side step the grave.]“Don’t be afraid, I haven’t come to harm you,” [the voice continues.] “I’ve come to reason with you.”
“How can this be?” [Newton argues, taking off his glasses. He wipes the insides with a cloth ripped from his top pocket and puts them back on.] “You’re dead. I watched you ascend to heaven.”
“And by the glory of God, I have returned.”
[Edward doesn’t know what to say; his face is a picture of shock and horror.]“I have a mission and I need your help to complete it, Edward. The God’s of old are coming to Old School Wrestling; they’ve infiltrated this roster and they’ve begun selecting their warriors. One of these warriors is Zander Zane.”
[Newton frowns.] “But I killed your entire family,” [he says solemnly.] “The Book of the Damned made me do terrible, unforgivable things. Things even God wouldn’t forgive.” [Finally, the face of the speaker is revealed.] [Bruce Van Chan.]“God has sent me here to offer you atonement. My family are safe in paradise and despite their time on Earth ending far too soon, it was you that brought them there. I harbor only forgiveness for you, Edward Newton. Our Lord wishes you to battle for him in the upcoming war. Despite your sins, he’ll offer you eternity in the afterlife for your fealty.”
[The World Champion considers it.] “And what of Zander Zane?”“He amongst others are being courted by other God’s. I need you to take care of the threat that is Zander Zane and I will take care of a threat of my own. Together, we may stop these men from making the wrong decisions.”
[Bruce offers him a handshake.]“But only together can we truly succeed.”
[Edward takes the handshake, accepting the offer.]“You don’t have to come here asking for forgiveness any longer. I forgive you for what you did to my family, Edward. I forgive you. But now it’s time for you to harness your intelligence, your rage and your power into something positive.”
[Newton nods.]“For God and for all mankind.”
[Cut.]