TCR/S3E20

Wakeup Call
@|-Starts inside the Bar, the bad tags are drinking to pass the time-}}

@NTRman: Ahh! That's the shit right there. I’ve almost forgotten all about the shit today...}}

@Rapeman: Now normally for me, it’s putin’ some crack-a-lackin’ pills in a bitches drink, but this works too.}}

@Thresher: ...}}

@NTRman: What's on your mind, Thresher?}}

@Thresher: Are you guys sure this is the safest place we can hide out at?}}

@Rapeman: What's wrong? Irish bitches too used to smack-a-lackin' for you?}}

@Thresher: Oh hell no, It's just that I've got an AA meeting tomorrow because of my damn court order!

It wouldn't look good if I came spunk- I mean drunk!}}

@NTRman: Paddy's a reliable guy for drinks and alibis. We'll be safe here.}}

@Rapeman: Yeah, He also good fo' smugglin' guns to a motherfucka!}}

@NTRman: He'll keep us hooked for the next 12 hours.}}

@Rapeman: Yeah, if he don't want people findin' out 'bout his pa' bein' in the IRA, he better!}}

@NTRman: Hey, Paddy! Where the fuck are ya!? We've had a rough night, and we're in no fuckin' mood for pisswater!

…

Oi, you there?!}}

@Rapeman: …Eh, he probably out back sellin' sum IED to sum local soccer club.}}

@NTRman: Argh, typical. Thresher, go behind the bar and grab the shit from under the counter. That's where he keeps the good stuff.}}

@Thresher: Uh… there’s none here, probably cus the guys we walked over had drank it all.}}

@Rapeman: Oh yeah… I forgot about those guys. Looks like someone beat us to da prize!}}

@NTRman: Hey… come to think of it,  I think I know these guys.}}

@|-Pans over the passed out investigation members-}}

@NTRman| The pale fuck in the black suit is Angela's bitch.

The guy in the raincoat is Bateman…

And there's that goddamn freak who suddenly went crazy at us one time. }}

@Rapeman: And those other mo'fuckas the ones who jumped dat Eri bitch! Thanks to yours truly!}}

@Thresher: Well I guess they won't mind us finishing off their supply then! Let’s hope they don’t have a death grip™ on them.}}

@Rapeman: ...So we goin' on the down low 'bout this, right? I dunno if the law here got that multiple offense bu'shit.

Last thing we need is dat 25-to-life fo' pimpin' out stupid ass ho's fo' a cash flow!}}

@NTRman: Yeah, yeah… I'm gonna call Tony, tell him to get our insurance. After that, it'll be Tahiti for the next few months!}}

@Rapeman: Tahiti? Shit, fuckin' love that place! Got some ol' bitches back there that I can get reacquainted with!}}

@|-Cut to imply time has gone past, with NTRman at a phone-}}

@NTRman: -The fuck you mean you don't got my money?! You better not be fuckin' with me, Tone!

If I hear you used our fuckin' money to buy your shitty fuckin' store, I'll drag your ass down with me!}}

@Tony: Why'da fuck you think I'd lie about somethin' like this? That store came outta my pocket, capishe!}}

@NTRman: Then tell me this, you fuckin' wop! Tell me how ya lost one-fucking-million in fuckin' dough?

That's not the kind of money you lose in your pockets! }}

@Tony: I dunno, It's just gone! Vanished outta thin air! I closed up the store, went to check the money and saw that it was all gone!

All that was left was some note.}}

@NTRman: A note? What fuckin' note? What'd it say?}}

@Tony: "What does yo' daddy and yo' money got in common? Dey both went fo' cigarettes! - D N”

With some doodle that only those fuckin' mulignan's do-}}

@|-NTRman starts slamming the phone-}}

@Rapeman: Uh… is errything a'ight?}}

@Thresher: Yeah, what the hell happened?}}

@NTRman: …It’s gone…}}

@Rapeman: Gone? What’s gone?}}

@NTRman: The money, the fuckin’ money is all gone! That fuckin' mutt got to the stash before us! }}

@Rapeman: Ayo, hol' the fuck up. That mutt stole our re-up? How the fuck he do that?!}}

@NTRman: I don't fuckin' know! Wanna ask him? I might have some of the son of a bitch's brain matter still stuck on my pants!}}

@|-Bell rings, someone is entering the bar-}}

@???: Don't mind me! Just here ta' wake up some lazy bastards!}}

@NTRman: (Shit… speaking of them…)}}

@Sundowner: Eh? Quite the surprise to see! A buncha' no good crooks drinkin' on business hours!}}

@Rapeman: Uh… We on our… uh… our break right now! Yeah!}}

@Sundowner: Yeah? While yer buildin' burns to the ground? I didn't know we were recreatin' America's funniest home videos!}}

@NTRman: Oh, that? Uh… well… We took out a big insurance on the building, we're going for a full rebuild this year.}}

@Sundowner: Heh, I remember somethin' similar during the good ol' days…

Figured with all the cash money you’d be makin, you wouldn't even have to pull this!}}

@NTRman: Hah, yeah... It's a... Uh... A new strategy we're trying out.}}

@Thresher: Yeah. Sometimes you just gotta look for a different hole!}}

@Sundowner: ...Alright, well you three aren't the idiots I'm here to teach a lesson to! I've gotta herd a packa’ drunks back to work!}}

@NTRman: You mean the drunk fucks passed out all across the room?}}

@Sundowner: Yup, those're the ones. We got some real important shit today. They’ve got sumthin' else comin' to ‘em if they think they're sleepin' through it!}}

@Thresher: They look pretty assed out- I mean passed out! How are you gonna wake them?}}

@Sundowner: I've got a way. Just eh… Plug yer ears fer the next 20 seconds!}}

@|-Sundowner leaves, do the bell ring again-}}

@NTRman: ...The fuck is he doing?}}

@Rapeman: Don't ask me [Might change this line. I Can’t think up anything currently  -Gallon]}}

@|-Cuts to outside the Bar, have Sundowner, Agent Battler and Agent Dimitri here-}}

@Sundowner: BOYS...

LIGHT 'EM UP!}}

@|-Sounds of explosives and gunshots and fireworks and shit-}}

@Sundowner: WAKE UP BOYS AND GIRLS, RISE AND SHINE!

WE'VE GOT A BIG FUCKIN' DAY AHEAD OF US... AND YOU'RE NOT MISSIN' IT!}}

@|-Door kick sound, scene transition back into the bar with Sundowner and the Agents to imply they broke the door down-}}

@Cole: Ssshhh- Huh...?}}

@Haru: Urgh... What the hell is this?}}

@Sundowner: Never heard about'a damn alarm clock before?!}}

@Akasaka: Everything... hurts...}}

@Axel: Dammit... Empty.}}

@Sundowner: You fools have been loligaggin' 😭  in 'ere for enough time! C'mon, let's go!}}

@Agent Battler: Um… Roland and Bateman won't wake up. Do you want me to-}}

@Agent Dimitri: This is not the time for one of your fantasies, Battler.}}

@Norman: ...Yeah... They've drank a lot...}}

@Sundowner: Typical... Agents, lug 'em up! We'll drop 'em off with Dallas when we're back.

Besides! I gotta make some bets with him on the big ol' title match!}}

@Haru: ...There's a title match..?}}

@Sundowner: You're goddamn right! Bateman and Hank's titles are on the line today. Winner's walkin' away with two damn belts!

Somehow Battler and some wimp who can't even show up to his matches ended up involved in this shit too!}}

@Akasaka: ...And what's your angle? Trying to get another belt under the Wind's control?}}

@Sundowner: Heh. I’ll have you know, the winds don’t have the tag-team belt no more!}}

@Axel: Huh? Who has it now?}}

@Sundowner: Guts and that maniac took the damn belts off us!

Besides! It's not my fault if Hank nabs both belts! What competition does he really have, huh?

Bateman? He's too busy gettin' shitfaced to realize he's even got a damn match in the mornin'!}}

@Haru: Pfft… Nothing a smoke won’t solve. Anyone else want one? I got plenty of spares.}}

@Akasaka: You’re still sneaking those?}}

@Haru: Hey, you’re not gonna stop me. C’mon, we should get going, not nagging about cigs.}}

@|-investigation other than sundowner leaves-}}

@Sundowner: Alright then…

Well, if you shitheads find the two dolled-up European-lookin’ boys, tell ‘em to get to the fuckin’ meeting!}}

@|-Sundowner Leaves-}}

@NTRman: Did they really have to kick the damn door down? They're letting in the fuckin' breeze! }}

@Rapeman: So I guess we ain't goin' to Tahiti! We stuck in dis shithole now!}}

@Thresher: Well then where are we gonna go? The money's gone, the whole business is cumput- I mean kaput! }}

@Rapeman: If we goin on the run, we gotta get a headstart! No damn way we making the same mistakes like what happened to Necroman.

That corpsefucker was caught balls deep, didn't even get chance to go on the lam!}}

@Thresher: …But how are we gonna get some head- I mean a head start!?

The damn pigs must already know by now that we can't have the money to make them turn a blind eye over this!

My goddamn life will be ruined!}}

@NTRman: Shut the fuck up and listen!

There's one way we can still get our asses out of this mess.}}

@Thresher: And what the hell is it?}}

@NTRman: Follow me and you'll find out.

Now let's get the fuck outta here, time's of the essence.}}

Tall & Fat
Clown tables match.

Hospital In-and-Out
@Dallas: Look, Sundowner. Despite what you think, We don’t have a sign saying “L Corp Fuckup Storage” outside the building.}}

@Sundowner: Wait, yer tellin’ me there ain’t? Coulda sworn I saw that sign on the way in.}}

@Dallas: Very fuckin’ funny, Sundowner…

You should appreciate the fact you’re not the one having to make sure their nurse doesn’t fuck another comatose guy.}}

@Sundowner: Then you clearly haven’t heard all the stories about the maneater who helps train the Agents.

Had two fellers damn near piss themselves when they heard they were ordered for retrainin’ with her!}}

@Dallas: That’s not the point, I’m not some fuckin’ corporate stooge. This is a side gig, and side gigs can get expensive real fast.

I can deal with fudging up paperwork, even letting the fuckin’ Woman in Black do god knows what to the patients here…

But now you want me to babysit a buncha’ damn drunks for you? You’re gonna get my ass busted out if this keeps up!}}

@Sundowner: Well, maybe I’ll pay for this mess when you can pay off the debt you got from that little pussy no-showing his match with Hank!}}

@Dallas: Fuck you! I’m not paying shit for a match that never happened to begin with!

So until we have that match, you’re paying for this time!}}

@Sundowner: Maybe you should try lookin’ in one of the local scrap yards for yer idiot!

Good odds you’d find the peckerhead in some goddamn wreck with how much he crashes his car!

Besides, even if I wanted to pay for this, which I don’t, ‘tain’t comin’ outta my pocket anyway!}}

@Dallas: Then who’s paying for this?}}

@Sundowner: The old man wants Bateman fightin’ fit so he can fight for his belt, the others just need to be awake enough for today.}}

@Dallas: The old man? I thought he doesn’t give two shits about Bateman, what the hell does he want him fighting fit for?}}

@Sundowner: To tie up all loose ends before we go and feed some fuckin’ monsters some good ol’ American lead!

But Bateman didn’t remember to tell us that he got a belt to fight for!

And last thing I need is these fuckin’ idiots droppin’ out of the fun because of some damn belt!}}

@sallaD: Well so long as someone is footin’ the bill for this, I can get the others awake for you at least.}}

@Sundowner: That’ll do, I don’t give two fucks if their heads are poundin’ or not!

Maybe it’ll serve ‘em a good lesson on not drinking so damn much before a big day!

Which reminds me, speakin’ of “two fucks”, didya’ see two queers around here at some point? }}

@Dallas: Two queers? What are ya- Oh! I think I know who you’re talking about.

The ones who look like they’re from a damn comic book store, right?}}

@Sundowner: Those’re the ones!}}

@Dallas: Yeah, they showed up a few hours ago with this tough yakuza lookin’ guy in tow.

Said he was in a “fishing accident”, which naturally is a whole lotta bullshit on their part that the yakuza guy probably told ‘em to say.}}

@Sundowner: Heh, Fishin’ accident? What would’a Yakuza be fishin’ up?

Probably some dead greaseball strapped to some cinder blocks knowing these sorts.}}

@Dallas: He probably pissed off the wrong guys from the looks of it… Whatever, the back door is open so take ‘em through there.

I gotta clear out some of these beds before the “princess” has her way with them.}}

@Sundowner: I’ll leave you to that then!

Make sure when they wake up from the drunk tank to tell them they better get their sorry asses over to the meeting pronto!

And one last thing, if ya’ can find the chickenshit who bailed out from the match, make sure to gimme a call!}}

@|-Sundowner leaves-}}

@Dallas: Son of goddamn bitch, I need to change the contract if this bullshit keeps up…}}

@-Dallas examines Q-taro clone and Kuze-}}

@Dallas: So this one is some L Corp clone, huh? Honestly couldn’t even tell him from the real deal.

And this one… Yeah, “fishing accident” my ass.

Been shot enough times now to know that’s a gunshot wound, and that is not to mention the burns he has…

The hell did this guy do to piss someone off this bad? And better yet, how is he still alive? Guess someone upstairs really owes him a goddamn favor to keep him down here.

…Hm, I might see if he knows the pussy who ran from the match.

Right, so medic bag ‘em, give a good shout, and point the clone to the Corp? Easy enough.

… }}

@|-bandaging noises and such for a while-}}

@Dallas| Alright, that’s the medic bag used up.

HEY ASSHOLES! GET THE FUCK UP! I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!}}

@Q-Taro?: Huh? Where the-!?

That bomb! Dallas! Did any bomb go off!?}}

@Dallas: Relax, will ya? If the bomb went off, you would be nothing but a stain on the wall. }}

@Q-Taro?: Ah… Thank goodness… The bastard got lucky! How about Ace and Tadano?}}

@Dallas: They got outta here a few days ago, you got fucked up pretty good out there.}}

@Q-taro: Crap! Doc, you gotta lemme out of here! He’s still out there, I need to stop him before he strikes again!}}

@Dallas: Well, I guess you're gonna be waiting a good while for that chance to happen again.}}

@Q-taro: I can still walk! That means I can still fight!}}

@Dallas: Hold ya damn horses. Ya not gonna get another chance because the asshole is dead!}}

@Q-taro: Dead?! Who killed him!}}

@Dallas: Funny you should say that, they said the real you went after him and get this…

The real Kenshiro also showed up and dealt the final blow on the imposter!}}

@Q-taro: The real me…? But- But that’s not possible! …D-Does that mean… it’s really true… What he said to me was the truth?!}}

@Dallas: That you’re a clone? Hell, I dunno about. When it comes to clones, you’re talkin’ to the wrong guy.

See, I rob banks and make sure guys like you actually get up from their beating.

Not even the “princess” would have any idea about it…}}

@Q-taro: Then who would know about this?}}

@Dallas: Take my advice, if you really wanna deal with your existential crisis, go talk to a shrink.

And if that doesn't work, take it up with the corporation that made ya or something.}}

@Q-Taro: I see… Maybe I’ll get some answers there… Dallas?}}

@Dallas: Yeah?}}

@Q-taro: …Thanks… Thanks for keeping me alive… Although I dunno if the world is big enough for the two of me.}}

@|-Clone q-taro leaves-}}

@Dallas: Both of those guys better not get their ass kicked again, hate that goddamn paperwork they get me to do.}}

@|-Kuze appears-}}

@Kuze: …Who… The hell is that guy? Who the hell are you?}}

@Dallas: … Ah, so you finally up and out too? Y’know some patients don't like others listening into their conversations.}}

@Kuze: …They seriously call you the doctor around here? You look like you're planning on robbing a bank.}}

@Dallas: Well aren't you a master of observation, a man's gotta make money on the side while waiting for a score.

And as for you, it's clear wrestling isn't your only employment. It looks like you've got something else on the side too.}}

@Kuze: ...Fishing. I fish.}}

@Dallas: Right, right, well let me reel this in for you, Mr. Fisherman.

What type of fishing accident involves a fuckin' bullet wound?}}

@Kuze: ...You're asking me too many questions.}}

@Dallas: Who gives a shit, this aint Japan. They don't give a fuck about Yakuza's here;

former or otherwise}}

@Kuze: …I've figured that one out already. The lunatics are already running the asylum around here as it is.}}

@Dallas: Listen, you look like you've put in a whole lotta work on the streets. I need a guy just like that to do some work outside the ring.}}

@Kuze: Lemme guess, you need a 200,000 yen tuna?}}

@Dallas: A fuckin' comedian right here! Look, are you interested in the job or not?}}

@Kuze: Fine, I've got nothing better to do now that Kiryu is dead.}}

@Dallas: Kiryu? Ya talking about one of the guys who got killed by whathisname… the asshole with the tophat?}}

@Kuze: …Yeah, friend told me all about it.}}

@Dallas: Oh, guess I'm sorry to hear that…

Well anyway, there's this angry little man who keeps dodging his matches. He's got beady little eyes, barely taller than a midge, brain is kinda wonky from his ass getting beat alot.}}

@Kuze: ...And? Do you many fuckin' shiteating dumbass punks I know who can be described as that?}}

@Dallas: What more do you even need? That's the best way I could describe 'em!}}

@Kuze: Well, a name would be a start.}}

@Dallas: A name? The dumbshit's name is Moma, got no idea what his last name is.}}

@Kuze: …Now that name sounds familiar… he could be the guy that the fat man wanted to put out of commission…}}

@Dallas: Hey, if ya know him, that makes it easier for ya to find him!}}

@Kuze: I'll see what I can do. Right now, I need some time to think about what to do next.}}

@Dallas: No rest for the wicked in this job, I'm afraid.

There's a big match tonight and I can't have him no showing it again! So if you spot him, beat his ass and drag him over here so I can "prepare" him for his match!}}

@Kuze: I can't make any promises, but I guess I'll keep a look out...}}

@|-Kuze begins to walk out but stops for the Dallas line-}}

@Dallas: ...HEY! Where's the fuckin' payment for your injuries!}}

@Kuze: If I do the job, you'll pay me by making this stay cost nothing.

Got it?}}

@Dallas: Yeah, sure, okay then. Get the retard and I'll wipe away the debt!

And if you do a good enough job, maybe there'll be some money in it for you at the next job!}}

@Kuze: Don’t get your hopes up, I expect this to be a one time deal.}}

@|-Kuze walks out-}}

@Dallas: …Now that things are calming down, I might start looking into that new score…}}

Eye for an Eye, Wire for a Wire
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Bad Tags Back In The Gig
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Grand Autismo Championship: Title Road On Sunshine
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Duel of the Crownless King
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Revenge Yet Lives
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Resonance of a Light that Creeps Around in the Darkness
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??-??: AN ESCAPE (OR THREE)
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EL LOCO'S PARTY SELECT

 * 1) Dyatlov
 * 2) Travelling Knight
 * 3) Midge
 * 4) George Ushiromiya

JAMES' PARTY SELECT

 * 1) Jon
 * 2) Soldier
 * 3) Kunt
 * 4) Potion Seller
 * 5) Harold

NAEGI'S PARTY SELECT

 * 1) Inspector Gadget
 * 2) Quint
 * 3) Gamer Wizzard
 * 4) Whizzard