Amagad... RWU! (Schulz RP)

[A blonde male enters the arena. He's in the backstage area, with a dufflebag over his shoulder. He seems to be a bit lost, looking at a piece of paper in his hands. Workers pass him buy, busy as bees. Finally, the man manages to stop one of the workers.]

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Man: Hey... hey! Sorry, pal... erm, can you help me?

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Worker: I don't know... can I?

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Man: My name's Chris Schulz... "The Truth"... maybe you heard of me...

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Worker: Nope.

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Schulz: Ah, thought so. Well, I'm looking for a wrestler...

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Worker: Are you kidding me? This is a wrestling arena! Here are like, like what, 40 of them?

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Schulz: The guy I'm looking for is called Xander... I think I saw him on cable a couple of times.

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Worker: Oh! Oh... yeah... Xander... if I were you, I'd check the cellar, maybe the boiler room.

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Schulz: [mumbles] ... I thought he was over this phase...

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Worker: Ah, no, he's not holding someone hostage down there. I think he checks out the arena... he doesn't seem too convinced about the whole thing.

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Schulz: Why?

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Worker: Don't know. He doesn't seem to trust the GM.

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Schulz: Why?

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Worker: Kid... don't make me smack you.

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Schulz: Got'cha. So... downstairs, you say?

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Worker: Right on.

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Schulz: Thank you!

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[Schulz heads towards the heavy steel doors which lead to the cellar level. It opens with an awkward screech.]

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Schulz: [to himself] Excellent. A b-movie horror scenario. And I'm about to look for one of the most dangerous men on the planet down there. Chris, you're a lucky bastard.

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[The Truth walks down the stairs. Mechanical noise can be heard, the deep hum of giant machines running. Water drips somewhere. Every step echoes through the alleyway. The light flickers and Schulz has to pass a couple of really, really, reaaaally dark corners.]

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Voice: Are you looking for something in particular?

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[Schulz shrieks and drops his bag, turns around - just to find Xander walking out of the shadows, with a big grin on his face]

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Schulz: Jesus Christ, that was close to a heart attack!

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Xander: That's my effect on people... what are you doing down here, Blondie?

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Schulz: Blondie... alright... if I needed a proof that you're Xander, now I got it.

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Xander: So, you're looking for me?

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Schulz: Absolutely.

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Xander: Damn, that woman does never give up, huh?

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Schulz: Sorry?

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Xander: Nevermind... what leads you here?

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Schulz: I could ask you the same question...

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Xander: But I asked first. And I'm stronger than you.

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Schulz: ... good point. Well, I think you remember Aidan Grey, don't you?

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Xander: [smiles] How could I forget the man who made me...

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Schulz: It looks like now he's the man who's making me.

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Xander: Woo, good old Aidan, still doing young ones, eh? [smirks]

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Schulz: That wasn't funny. Anyways, I'm here because Aidan told me to look for you. He said you might have some good adivce and guidance for a freshman. So, here I am.

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Xander: [puts forth his hand] A friend of Aidan's is a friend of mine... somehow... at least. Welcome.

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Schulz: [takes his hand shakes it] Thanks, man. But... seriously... what are you doing down here?

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Xander: Looking for bombs. Nuclear devices. Don't ask, long story - but I have my reasons.

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Schulz: Grey didn't understate when he described you.

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Xander: I take this as a compliment. Let's get outta here.

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[Both men leave. Schulz leads, Xander takes a quick turn and checks yet another niche. No bomb.]