Jake Seven...FUNISHED!

[Anthony Jordan]

*The scene opens up in an IWF hallway with Jake Seven talking himself up to a crew member. Obviously still using marijuana, Seven has on white face paint with black around the eyes and huge red lips that far surpass where his own end. He's even wearing a green wig.*

Seven: "So my plan is to roll a GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiganic joint, place it at the entrance of the arena, then light it! Wouldn't be awesome?"

Crew Member: "Not for the people who don't smoke."

Seven: "Hehehehhhhhh, whatever! They like men who are bold enough to save them! That means they'll like their future General Manager, ME!"

Voice: "Then they are going to love me!"

*Seven and the crew member look down the hall to see the Funisher on a scooter. Seven flips out and takes the right turn at the T intersection. The Funisher speeds to the crew member before throwing in the brakes and sliding up to him. He grabs the crew member by the collar and pushes him against the wall.*

Funisher: "Where are the rest of the drugs?!"

Crew Member: "I don't know! I swear to God!"

Funisher: "Swear to me!"

Crew Member: "You over use that line, you know that, right?"

*That smart ass statement results in the crew member being hit in the jaw with the butt of the Funisher's paintball rifle.*

Crew Member: "Batman doesn't use a gun!"

Funisher: "I am not Batman. I am the Funisher! Tell your friends!"

*He throws the crew member to the ground and gets back on his scooter. He takes the right turn and is immediately clotheslined by a broomstick. The scooter crashes into the wall and spins on the ground while the Funisher crashes to the ground. His gun slides to the other side of the hall. The camera zooms out to show Jake Seven holding a broomstick. He drops it and walks over to the gun.*

Seven: "Soooooooo, if you're some kind of dark knight, does that make me the Jaker?"

*Seven howls of laughter echo through the hall as the Funisher has gotten up and ran to his scooter. He picks it up as Seven points the gun at him.*

Seven: "You want to fight? Well COME ON! HIT ME!"

*The Funisher gets on his scooter and drives at Seven. Seven hesitates to fire as he motions for the Funisher to get closer.*

Seven: "Come on, you gruesome son of a bitch! Come to me. HAHA Come on!"

*Seven finally starts firing, but misses all his shots as the Funisher weaves effectively in the crammed hallway. As the Funisher gets about five feet from Seven, he turns the scooter sideways and lets it go as he jumps off. Seven jumps over the hurdle coming his way, but is tackled in mid-air by the Funisher. The impact causes Seven to drop the rifle. They wrestle on the ground until the Funisher pulls out his paintball pistol and puts it between Seven's eyes. "The Sin City Superstar" stops struggling, so the Funisher rolls him over and handcuffs him. He picks Seven up and shoves him down the hall.*

Funisher: "Okay, you drug-addicted, pretentious, out-of-touch piece of trash, where is your room?"

*Seven rams himself into a door to indicate that's his room.*

Funisher: "Are you lying?"

Seven: "You've said a lot of bad things about me, most true. However, the one thing I AM NOT...is a liar."

*The Funisher kicks in the door, and it is Seven's room. He tosses Seven on the room as he starts going through Seven's bags and gear. He finally turns around holding two baggies. Seven looks way more serious.*

Seven: "Don't do anything rash that we both might regret, big guy."

Funisher: "Once I destroy this, you will be gone forever."

*Seven shakes his head like he's waking up and manages to stand up.*

Seven: "You're right. Look at what I've become...I'm a clown. A clown!"

*Seven looks down.*

Seven: "Do it."

*As the Funisher examines Seven's change, Seven chimes in again.*

Seven: "And to be completely sure you destroy it all, you probably want to burn it. Just dump it all on the floor right now and set it on fire."

*Seven tries to sell his idea, but knows it failed as the Funisher just frowns at him. Seven then starts laughing hysterically, which gets a kick in the chest and sends Seven to the floor. The Funisher walks off-screen as the sound of flushing can be heard. Seven's eyes go wide as he realizes what has happened. He scrambles back up and marches up to the Funisher.*

Seven: "You made a big mistake, bucko!"

Funisher: "Consider yourself funished."

Seven: "You think you've stopped me? I'll be back. What do you think you accomplished today?"

Funisher: "My job."

*With that, the Funisher pulls out his pistol and pistol whips Seven knocking him out. The scene cuts to the Funisher on the phone.*

Funisher: "Mission accomplished. Jake Seven has been funished and will learn to appreciate sobriety a bit more."

*The scene changes to Whitey Ford at a phone grinning.*

Ford: "Let him live the hell I've lived."

*It stays on Ford as the Funisher is heard.*

Funisher: "So you are going back to the life?"

Ford: "After I hang up!"

Funisher: "And Betty?"

Ford: "She deserves a guy better than me."

Funisher: "No disagreement here."

Ford: "Dick."

*They both laugh.*

Funisher: "You think we can keep Seven sober."

Ford: "He's going to be blacklisted to all the dealers I know, and I know the major ones. He'll slip through the cracks, I'm sure, but the next time he does, your sidekick will be able to stop him."

*The scene changes back to show the Funisher smirking.*

Funisher: "I leave him in your hands."

*The Funisher ends the call and looks up as the scene changes to show Jake Seven on the trainer's able. The view is from behind, so only the trainer is shown working. He applies a bandage and wipes his forehead.*

Trainer: "You're patched up, Jake."

*Seven's hand shoots out and feels around on the tray next to the table.*

Seven: "The mirror."

Trainer: "There's no need for that. Your face has a few bruises, but nothing that won't go away soon enough."

Seven: "THE MIRROR!"

*The trainer does as he's told and hands Seven the mirror. Seven looks at his regular face again and starts laughing. The trainer is freaked out as he takes a few steps back. Seven then slams the mirror against the tray, which shatters the mirror. His laughter continues as the scene ends.*

[Jake Seven]

Backstage, everything seems to have returned to normal. Jake Seven is vanquished. Whitey Ford is investing the hole in the wall, caused by his head after a long night. Anthony Jordan paces in the Team USCW locker room, still in Funisher guard. It's a job well done for The Funisher, who relishes in the moment. Whitey trips over his own feet and falls flat on his face. Funisher turns to him.


Funisher: Do you know why we fall Whitey?

Whitey Ford: Because I'm..I'm trashed..

Funisher: We fall so we can pick ourselves up.


Funisher reaches for a rope on his belt. He unties it and throws a grappling hook into the couch. He tightens the levy, and reaches down to pick his friend off the ground. Whitey looks confused.


Whitey Ford: Which hand? There are..so..many..


Funisher grasps hands with his long time friend as the duo stand up. There is a knock at the door.


Whitey Ford: Oh yeah..oh yeah..guess who I saw last night. We're in Australia after all. After we split up I swore I'd never see her again,..but I'd figure for a job well done I asked her to come over and visit our hero.


The door opens up and Rachel walks into the room.


Anthony Jordan: Rach--?


AJ turns around, trying to hide his true identity. Rachel doesn't notice it's AJ.


Funisher [To Whitey Ford]: I need to go spelunking.

Rachel: Wait! You could die. At least tell me your name...

Funisher [still turned around]: It's not who I am underneath, but what I *do* that defines me


The look on Rachel's face is heart breaking. She came to see AJ, instead he's not here. The scene freezes on her face and changes to a hallway in the IWF arena. The crew is buzzing and busy getting ready for International Incident. Inside The Factions locker room, MJW, Croc, and The Ringmaster devise a masterful plan for success.


The Ringmaster: Gentlemen, Sunday night the world is ours. MJW will walk out World Champion, with help from The Aussie Icon! It's all part of the plannn..


MJW and Croc look at each other exchanging a smirk. A crew member rushes into the locker room, asking a favor of RM and The Faction.


The Ringmaster: Bugger off, it's my day off!


MJW and Croc nod to Ringmaster, as both walk away certain of the events for the PPV. Ringmaster looks down, and throws a shot of tequila down his throat. The camera zooms in, as the lights flicker on and off.


The Ringmaster: I said bugger off!


Ringmaster doesn't look up, as shadow crosses the room. He takes another shot, reading notes on his desk. Someone stands in front of his desk, their identity lives behind the camera. Ringmaster looks up and his jaw drops in fear. His lips quiver. His neck arcs back. His hair recedes centimeters.


The Ringmaster: Jake..I..


Ringmaster looks back and forth as half of Jake Seven's face is shown on camera. It's painted multiple colors from the paintball attack from The Funisher earlier.


The Ringmaster: Jesus..I thought you were Funished.


Jake Seven reaches down and grabs the glass of Ringmasters liquor and tosses it down his throat with ease.


[Jake Seven:] Half.

The Ringmaster: What happened Jake? What happened to you? You used to stand for certain things. Honor. Respect. Morals. Look at you, what do you believe in? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN?!

[Jake Seven:] I believe that whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you.. stranger. This federation deserves a better class of General Manager, and I'm gonna give it to them! A year ago these band of heroes would have dared cross you. I mean what happened?

The Ringmaster: So what are you proposing?

[Jake Seven:] It's simple..make me General Manager..


Back in Team USCW's locker room, Rachel is being comforted by Whitey Ford.


Rachel: Andy had ..changed..so much. I can't even talk to him anymore. He's too busy partying and hanging out with The Faction to even answer my calls.

Whitey Ford: *hiccup* I know. There's been some bad times here lately. The Faction runs everything with fear. You can't buy that kind of fear.

Rachel: What chance does the IWF have when the good people do nothing?


The USCW door gets kicked open at the end of that sentence. Rachel jumps in shock. Whitey Ford tries to stand, but is a bit wobbly in his defense of the girl and the intruder.


[Jake Seven:] Good evening ..lady and gentleman. I'm tonights entertainment.


Jake Seven's eyes twinkle. He smiles and turns his attention to Rachel.


[Jake Seven:] Well hello beautiful..


Jake Seven looks toward Whitey Ford.


[Jake Seven:] Where is ..Anthony..Jordan?


Jake Seven turns his attention back to a cowering Rachel.


[Jake Seven:] I'll settle for his loved one..


The scene fades away and comes back with Jake Seven, with a struggling Rachel in his arms in the parking lot. They near a police car and Jake Seven breaks the front window. He stuffs Rachel in the back. He drives the car in the middle of the town, hanging his head out the window.


Back inside the arena, Funisher walks down the hallway to the USCW locker room, seeing the destruction in his path. Whitey Ford has clearly been smoking pot. He walks over debris and into his locker room. Whitey Ford is standing on the couch with a tie wrapped around his forehead (reminiscent of Robert Downey from Natural Born Killers).

Funisher: What's going on here?

Whitey Ford: Let's face it, this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing.

Funisher: Where's Rachel?!

Whitey Ford: Who?

Funisher: Rachel. You were supposed to be watching her.

Whitey Ford: Oh yeah. Jake Seven came around looking for her. I think they left together.

Funisher: Are you smoking?

Whitey Ford: ..no.


Funisher stares at Whitey.


Whitey Ford: ..yes. But just one. He made a good deal man The girl for a blunt. I couldn't refuse. We agreed I could do it again after all. I didn't even like her. But I love pot. It was a win/win for me.


Funisher fumes at the situation.


Funisher: Did they leave?

Whitey Ford: Yeah, I guess.

Funisher: I need to find them.

Whitey Ford: Do you want the Fun-Scooter?

Funisher: In the middle of the day?

Whitey Ford: Da Lam-boo-geenuh then.


Funisher nods as the scene fades away.


Somewhere on a rooftop in the city of Sydney, Rachel is pushed to the edge of the building by Jake Seven. Funisher has found them.


Jake Seven: Let me win the match Funisher.

Funisher: Let her go.

Jake Seven: Oh that's a very poor choice of words..


Jake Seven gives Rachel a nudge as she falls off the building, free falling to the streets below. Funisher runs to catch her as Jake Seven watches them both fall off the building. Seven waves goodbye as a helicopter appears above and a ladder drops down. Seven grabs the first bar, but, is suddenly jerked down as a wire from Funisher is entangled around his legs. The helicopter goes up, and the weight of Funisher with Rachel weighs him down. He has no choice but to fall down, or be torn in two. Jake Seven plummets to the ground as Funisher looks on from the rooftop. The camera gives a close up look of Jake Seven on the ground, as a strange eery laughter cracks across the scene.

Funisher looks into Rachels eyes, as the sun slowly sets behind them.

Rachel: I never stopped thinking about you. About us. And when I heard you were back, I-I started to hope.

Rachel kisses AJ.

Rachel: But then I found out about your mask.

Funisher: Funisher's just a symbol, Rachel.

Rachel: No, *this* is your mask. Your real face is the one that criminals now fear. The man I loved - the man who vanished - he never came back at all. But maybe he's still out there, somewhere. Maybe some day, when the IWF no longer needs Funisher, I'll see him again.

They both look into the sunset as the scene fades away to darkness.[/color]


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But all is not said and done as we come back to a bar in an unknown location. Former BWA legend, Gregory Kennedy is relaxing with a drink in front of him.


Gregory Kennedy: Reload.


He brings the drink to his lips and swallows as a man walks up to him from the right side, also drinking.

Whitey Ford: Kennedy.

Gregory Kennedy: Whitey, do you always wear so nice suites or is it the stinging sensation of the liquor on my throat?

Whitey Ford: It's because you're Scottish you dumb fookin' bastard.

Gregory Kennedy: Touche.

Whitey Ford: It seems we have a problem.

Gregory Kennedy: You should talk.

Whitey Ford: You should listen. What if I told you, there were plans for a team?

Gregory Kennedy: What kind of team?


The camera sets on Whitey Ford cracking a smile, as the scene fades away.