Post by The Pac on Feb 12, 2013 23:28:35 GMT -5
"Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please."
"All talk and little or no action. This is what The Devil Himself contends with on a daily basis. This is a constant thing. A problem, even. One that just will not stop. No matter, though, this is what they call 'business as usual'. Yes, Damon, you and Liam are just business as usual. You just do not have all of your ducks in a row. You just...::Hello?!? Is this thing on??::....You just...::Testing! Testing! Taco. Ta-co!::...What the hell?!? David! Get out of my inner monologue, you half-sized horror! Out! ::Screw you, Dante! You had your turn. My turn! No your turn! I push-ed the button!::....Die, you leg humping half-wit! ::Elelator go up!...Elelator stop!!...Elelator go down the hooole...Wait! I do not hear Dante anymore! Woo-hoo! Victory! Okay! *clears throat* Hi.::"
::Our scene opens up inside of the office of Dante Daevain in Hell, Michigan. Dante is seen dictating a letter to his secretary while smoking a fine Cuban cigar. I am inside the closet, though, stuffing my face with quite an impressive Taco given to me by my friend Dante. Hi. My name is David. Some of you may know me..I am sorry..but some of you may not. To the world I may be a misunderstood, mentally incapable midget...but to those that understand me...I am quite the force not to be reckoned with...This is where my story will begin.::
David (from inside the closet...): Tacoooo!!!!
::I think...I think Dante heard me! I can hear footsteps walking towards the closet door!::
Dante: "David...I told you to stay quiet! No more tacos if you keep making noise!"
David: Super piZza!
::Open this door! I will tell the world about that incident in Manitoba! I swears it!::
Dante: "Shut it!"
::Dante is answering to me! Muahaha!! The door! It opens!::
Dante: "I am not given you another epic taco, David. You ate that one way too fast!"
::That's what your mom said last night! And it is about time you let me out of that closet...but I still can't get into this damn seat of yours!::
Dante: "You want up? Fine..."
::WEEEEEE!! This is fun!!::
Dante: "Listen, we are about to go for lunch. I do not what any crap from you. Do you understand?" I have a toy for you to play with."
::Holy crap! A toy?!? Where? Let me see! Let me see!::
David: PIZZA!!, PiZZA!!, TaCcOOo!!!
Dante hands David a bottle with a rag.
Dante: "Don't..I repeat..DON'T shake this thing up too much..."
David takes the bottle from Dante.
::It's...so...BEAUTIFUL!!! I want to play with this thing RIGHT NOW!!::
Dante: "The lighter is in the Suburban..."
::NO STINKING WAY!!! I am sooo going to hump your leg the first chance I get!! Give me that leg!!::
Dante: "NO! David, no!! Heel! Back into your seat!! Go...Away!!"
::This makes me so happy! Happier than a midget with bubble-wrap! Bubble-wrap?!?! Where?!?::
Dante: "Good G-...Grief! David, let us go and get lunch already..."
::Lunch? Is that anything like food? Tacos are food. Aren't they? Tacos give me the shits sometimes...real bad. Did I ever mention that I sometimes get car-sick? ...Oh damn...::
Dante: "Damn it, David! I just had this thing detailed!"
::I'm going to sleep now.::
Dante: "David?? David! No! You wake up and apologize!"
::ZzzZzzZz::
Dante pulls up to a KFC.
::Wow that was a short trip! What...what is this heavenly aroma that I smell?? Is that beignets?::
David: Super Big MaC!!
Dante: "Nope, this is KFC, buddy."
::Oh snap!! Is Colonel Sanders working today?!? I wanna see Colonel Sanders!::
Dante: "He's dead."
::IS THE COLONEL IN??::
Dante: "....What I say you, he dead!"
::Damn you, saturated fat!!::
Dante: "Yes. I will have a twelve piece bucket with four breasts..."
::God, I love boobies! Boo-bies! Boo-bies!!::
Dante: "...Six drumsticks and two wings."
::What? You think you're a bird? Imma throw you off a building like Abe Reles and then we'll see how well you fly!::
Dante pulls up to the window to pay for his food.
Cashier: That will be ten sixty-three.
Dante pays for the food.
::Holy carpe!! This things has a freakin' sun roof!! Dude! Give me a boost! A boost!!::
Dante lifts David up to the sun roof where he happily dangles with his toy. The KFC cashier brings Dante his food and hands it to him.
Cashier: Thank you! Come again!
::Eat Molotov, bitches!!::
David lights his toy on fire and hurls it into the cashier's window. The bottle explodes and sets fire to the inside of the KFC store. The fire soon catches pockets of grease on the floor and the fire violently spreads.
::Burn, baby. Burn, Burn!! DISCO INFERNOOOO!!!::
Dante drives away completely unaware of the doings of David. After pulling back into traffic with the burning KFC behind them, Dante yanks David back into the Suburban. After David is situated, Dante hands him some chicken. David happily takes the chicken and begins gnawing on it as Dante picks up a CD and places it into the CD player. Soon, we are able to hear the voice interpretation of David the Midget.
Interpreted Voice: Research? Research? Fool, you don't need to research my buddy Dante! Where were you raised? In Myanmar? By a pack of Siberian Huskies? Might as well have been, 'cause you're about as dumb as that analogy sounded. Don't go looking up for the answers when you need to be looking down at the real threat that's going to Midget Kick your kneecap straight up to your scrotum sack. I'd call you an idiot but a village might sue me for slandering their dwelling. Can't have that, now, can we?
Sure, my buddy Dante here just might be the sickest, most twisted, evil son of a hacky-sack that I know. Did you know that the Three-Foot Terror is three and a half times more likely to make you scream for Betty crocker's biscuits...and in more pain and anguish..than Dante? Yeah. There is no conceivable way in this dwelling you call earth that you can prepare for the Midget Meister. There is no way that you can fathom the chaos and destruction that I, David the Destroyer, will inflict upon the likes of you...Order and Chaos? I'll have a cheeseburger, with fries, and a diet Coke to be consumed while I give you the Mouth Soap Massacre. Chaos at its finest.
You wanna know who is driving this bus, boy? Me. Only I'm doing it with a baton. I am the Midget Maestro and I am running this show. You think that beating a helpless undersized Joe is going to save you from the Aluminum Foil Fiasco that has your name written all over it in blue crayon? You're helpless, Mr. Damon. You're under the bus and I am flooring it right over you...and then backing up and doing it all over again!
You are an in-grateful and rather direful individual, Damon. Are you aware of this? Your methods are mediocre and you are also quite inattentive...You are a hypocrite with no societal standing, except in your own mind..and you think someone of my stature below you.
Now, while I do stand well below your gargantuan size, I clearly possess a greater intelligence. No one knows my buddy Dante better than I...and no one knows me better than Santa Claus...That aside, there is no one better in this altercation at Saint Valentine's Massacre than I. Dante is in the best half sized hands that Tacos and scotch can buy! You think that just because you have never seen the Midget Love Machine in action that Dante and I are at a disadvantage. No way, Penelope. You'll be in for a sore surprise, and not from Nathan, when you step into the parallelogram-ed globular..thing.
Do not dismiss me so lightly, Damon. I am no easy target. This Marvelous Midget possesses immaculate precision and force so great that neither you, Damon, nor Liam will be able to withstand my Midget Onslaught. Each of you will be for my mercy. I will give you none.
So, Damon, I must inquire...How, exactly, will you so readily defeat what you cannot catch and keep hold of? Know this, Goliath...This Taco King has outsmarted the greatest in this business. I have embarrassed the un-embarassable. I have defeated the un-defeated. You cannot, and will not stand as a challenge to the likes of me.
Bitches.
Dante turns off the CD player and tries to hold back his laughter. After failing and letting out a good, hearty laugh, Dante regains his composure and begins to speak to the PCW camera crew that has been following them.
Dante: "Son. First of all...I do believe that you were just schooled by someone with a tenth of your I.Q...and second of all, when the world was graced with your oh so entertaining..and let us not forget 'scholarly' journey of irony and seeking of answers...did you, at any point, stop and ask yourself: 'Am I really going down this path? Am I really doing this??'...Of course you did not. Everyone knows this. Therefore, sadly, it is not only my duty, but my service to the community, to paint the picture that you distorted with your blind ignorance and hypocrisy."
Dante brings a smirk to his face.
"But I have to hand it to you, boy. Desecrating the very basic doctrines of the Church and having them on display for the world to see? A man after my own heart. I am touched. Really. And that whole thing with a midget..and exchanging money. Aside from the obvious 'you did not need to go there' and other fairly amusing jokes that may or may not involve the words: prostitution and back door surprise...I have to hand it to you, yet again...Abusing the 'little people' of the world. Quite admirable. David sure got five minutes of entertainment from it."
Dante mockingly claps and David joins along..only out of rhythm and much longer. David continues clapping while Dante continues.
"Time for the test, Damon. Can you tell me where you went wrong? Can you tell The Devil Himself exactly what you learned?"
Dante looks over at David who has ceased his clapping and is now raising his hand. Dante ignores this.
"No. You cannot. Now, now...Do not go off before I finish and start screaming "You don't know me! You don't know anything I was thinking!"...blah, blah..and so on and so forth. Do not go and get a red ass..."
Dante thinks about his poor choice of words for a second.
"...It is plain as day, Damon. All of this 'research'..all of that wasted time was for naught. Because, in this case, you really do not know me, it seems."
Dante's smirk goes away as he shakes his head shamefully.
"You have disappointed me, Damon. Although your Pride brings a smile to my face...you disappoint me. You believe that even though you have spent months away from this 'job' you know as 'professional wrestling' that you can just come back to this life and expect things to be the same? You think that just because you were faced with less than stellar talent that you remain untouchable?"
Dante stops at a red light and sighs heavily...
"You have it all wrong, Damon. All wrong. Size advantages? Almost champions? Playing chess? Hopscotch? You know very well that none of that matters, Damon. You claim to possess a brilliant mind that has no equal..."
Dante chuckles.
"Lies, Damon. Lies. Would you like to call me out on that and brand me a liar? Get in line, then. Of course, you would just be wasting your time because although I am the Father of Lies..I speak more truth than you could ever imagine, Damon. I call it like it is. The Devil Himself can spot a liar in a room full of lawyers...and you, sir, are that liar."
Dante grins with that sadistic look that he is known for...
"I have already won, much to your displeasure to hear that, Damon. The Devil Himself points right...and you look right while The Devil Himself slaps you with his left. Hell, David tells you to bend over, and of course you do it..whilst he humps the hell out of your leg..just try not to enjoy it too much, okay?"
Dante shudders at the thought for a second. Dante looks as though a thought had just entered his head before continuing...
"Think of this situation as being captured En Passant. You know what that is, I do not have to tell you...And as much as you may disagree with The Devil Himself, you know that this is the case. You have moved to a place that you think to be relatively safe from danger. You think that you have escaped the obvious...but, in passing, you have failed to accomplish anything. Without touching you, The Pac has already won."
Dante raises his eyebrows and smirks.
"Your revolution? Please, Damon. This 'revolution' of yours is more akin to a playground scuffle. You think yourself and Liam as high and mighty. You think yourselves to be nigh invulnerable. It will most likely displease you to know that I have handled far greater than you will ever be, Damon, and succeeded with ease. You are nothing to The Devil Himself, Damon. The sooner that you realize this, the better off you may end up after Saint Valentine's Massacre...While we are on the subject of faring off better...You'll sooner fare better in a handicap match with just The Devil Himself than you ever would against the likes of Sir David. You know nothing of his reign of terror, Damon. I would not be trifle with him. That is your only warning."
Dante glances over at Sir David who has, by now, devoured his entire load of chicken. David then lets out a big belch before Dante begins to speak once more.
"Word of advice, Damon. Just because you train as a team, fought as a team, have eaten as a team, held each others Johnson as a team...does not make you a true team. That is where we all differ, my good man. The Pac, regardless of whom is teamed with whom, are a team. We are one. No one seems to get this through their heads until it is much too late...and now is too late for you and Liam. Think about that, will you Damon? Knowing that you pale in comparison to the likes of The Pac..must drive you insane. I am sorry, Damon. I really, truly am."
Dante has a patronizing look of remorse on his face.
"Even though I stand with different individuals, The Pac's mission will forever remain the same: rid the world of posers and fools like Order and Chaos and prove to them all what true superiority is all about..show them what a real team is like. You think that you and Liam are different, Damon? Kai and Jay Thunder thought just as you do. Remy and Logan, as well. The Glamorous and Vicious Combination? Ditto. Even Bull and Ape have the same story as you, Damon. Nothing sets you and Liam apart from any of them. Your folly is the same as theirs. Your fate will be the same as theirs. Whether it be by the hand of The Devil Himself or the doings of Sir David...you will taste failure just like all of those that came before you. You can bank on all of these statements and the bank will even give you interest. Have fun, boys."
With this, Dante laughs as David begins to hang his head out of the window. As Dante and David drive off into the city of Hell, Michigan the scene slowly fades to black.
"All talk and little or no action. This is what The Devil Himself contends with on a daily basis. This is a constant thing. A problem, even. One that just will not stop. No matter, though, this is what they call 'business as usual'. Yes, Damon, you and Liam are just business as usual. You just do not have all of your ducks in a row. You just...::Hello?!? Is this thing on??::....You just...::Testing! Testing! Taco. Ta-co!::...What the hell?!? David! Get out of my inner monologue, you half-sized horror! Out! ::Screw you, Dante! You had your turn. My turn! No your turn! I push-ed the button!::....Die, you leg humping half-wit! ::Elelator go up!...Elelator stop!!...Elelator go down the hooole...Wait! I do not hear Dante anymore! Woo-hoo! Victory! Okay! *clears throat* Hi.::"
::Our scene opens up inside of the office of Dante Daevain in Hell, Michigan. Dante is seen dictating a letter to his secretary while smoking a fine Cuban cigar. I am inside the closet, though, stuffing my face with quite an impressive Taco given to me by my friend Dante. Hi. My name is David. Some of you may know me..I am sorry..but some of you may not. To the world I may be a misunderstood, mentally incapable midget...but to those that understand me...I am quite the force not to be reckoned with...This is where my story will begin.::
David (from inside the closet...): Tacoooo!!!!
::I think...I think Dante heard me! I can hear footsteps walking towards the closet door!::
Dante: "David...I told you to stay quiet! No more tacos if you keep making noise!"
David: Super piZza!
::Open this door! I will tell the world about that incident in Manitoba! I swears it!::
Dante: "Shut it!"
::Dante is answering to me! Muahaha!! The door! It opens!::
Dante: "I am not given you another epic taco, David. You ate that one way too fast!"
::That's what your mom said last night! And it is about time you let me out of that closet...but I still can't get into this damn seat of yours!::
Dante: "You want up? Fine..."
::WEEEEEE!! This is fun!!::
Dante: "Listen, we are about to go for lunch. I do not what any crap from you. Do you understand?" I have a toy for you to play with."
::Holy crap! A toy?!? Where? Let me see! Let me see!::
David: PIZZA!!, PiZZA!!, TaCcOOo!!!
Dante hands David a bottle with a rag.
Dante: "Don't..I repeat..DON'T shake this thing up too much..."
David takes the bottle from Dante.
::It's...so...BEAUTIFUL!!! I want to play with this thing RIGHT NOW!!::
Dante: "The lighter is in the Suburban..."
::NO STINKING WAY!!! I am sooo going to hump your leg the first chance I get!! Give me that leg!!::
Dante: "NO! David, no!! Heel! Back into your seat!! Go...Away!!"
::This makes me so happy! Happier than a midget with bubble-wrap! Bubble-wrap?!?! Where?!?::
Dante: "Good G-...Grief! David, let us go and get lunch already..."
::Lunch? Is that anything like food? Tacos are food. Aren't they? Tacos give me the shits sometimes...real bad. Did I ever mention that I sometimes get car-sick? ...Oh damn...::
Dante: "Damn it, David! I just had this thing detailed!"
::I'm going to sleep now.::
Dante: "David?? David! No! You wake up and apologize!"
::ZzzZzzZz::
Dante pulls up to a KFC.
::Wow that was a short trip! What...what is this heavenly aroma that I smell?? Is that beignets?::
David: Super Big MaC!!
Dante: "Nope, this is KFC, buddy."
::Oh snap!! Is Colonel Sanders working today?!? I wanna see Colonel Sanders!::
Dante: "He's dead."
::IS THE COLONEL IN??::
Dante: "....What I say you, he dead!"
::Damn you, saturated fat!!::
Dante: "Yes. I will have a twelve piece bucket with four breasts..."
::God, I love boobies! Boo-bies! Boo-bies!!::
Dante: "...Six drumsticks and two wings."
::What? You think you're a bird? Imma throw you off a building like Abe Reles and then we'll see how well you fly!::
Dante pulls up to the window to pay for his food.
Cashier: That will be ten sixty-three.
Dante pays for the food.
::Holy carpe!! This things has a freakin' sun roof!! Dude! Give me a boost! A boost!!::
Dante lifts David up to the sun roof where he happily dangles with his toy. The KFC cashier brings Dante his food and hands it to him.
Cashier: Thank you! Come again!
::Eat Molotov, bitches!!::
David lights his toy on fire and hurls it into the cashier's window. The bottle explodes and sets fire to the inside of the KFC store. The fire soon catches pockets of grease on the floor and the fire violently spreads.
::Burn, baby. Burn, Burn!! DISCO INFERNOOOO!!!::
Dante drives away completely unaware of the doings of David. After pulling back into traffic with the burning KFC behind them, Dante yanks David back into the Suburban. After David is situated, Dante hands him some chicken. David happily takes the chicken and begins gnawing on it as Dante picks up a CD and places it into the CD player. Soon, we are able to hear the voice interpretation of David the Midget.
Interpreted Voice: Research? Research? Fool, you don't need to research my buddy Dante! Where were you raised? In Myanmar? By a pack of Siberian Huskies? Might as well have been, 'cause you're about as dumb as that analogy sounded. Don't go looking up for the answers when you need to be looking down at the real threat that's going to Midget Kick your kneecap straight up to your scrotum sack. I'd call you an idiot but a village might sue me for slandering their dwelling. Can't have that, now, can we?
Sure, my buddy Dante here just might be the sickest, most twisted, evil son of a hacky-sack that I know. Did you know that the Three-Foot Terror is three and a half times more likely to make you scream for Betty crocker's biscuits...and in more pain and anguish..than Dante? Yeah. There is no conceivable way in this dwelling you call earth that you can prepare for the Midget Meister. There is no way that you can fathom the chaos and destruction that I, David the Destroyer, will inflict upon the likes of you...Order and Chaos? I'll have a cheeseburger, with fries, and a diet Coke to be consumed while I give you the Mouth Soap Massacre. Chaos at its finest.
You wanna know who is driving this bus, boy? Me. Only I'm doing it with a baton. I am the Midget Maestro and I am running this show. You think that beating a helpless undersized Joe is going to save you from the Aluminum Foil Fiasco that has your name written all over it in blue crayon? You're helpless, Mr. Damon. You're under the bus and I am flooring it right over you...and then backing up and doing it all over again!
You are an in-grateful and rather direful individual, Damon. Are you aware of this? Your methods are mediocre and you are also quite inattentive...You are a hypocrite with no societal standing, except in your own mind..and you think someone of my stature below you.
Now, while I do stand well below your gargantuan size, I clearly possess a greater intelligence. No one knows my buddy Dante better than I...and no one knows me better than Santa Claus...That aside, there is no one better in this altercation at Saint Valentine's Massacre than I. Dante is in the best half sized hands that Tacos and scotch can buy! You think that just because you have never seen the Midget Love Machine in action that Dante and I are at a disadvantage. No way, Penelope. You'll be in for a sore surprise, and not from Nathan, when you step into the parallelogram-ed globular..thing.
Do not dismiss me so lightly, Damon. I am no easy target. This Marvelous Midget possesses immaculate precision and force so great that neither you, Damon, nor Liam will be able to withstand my Midget Onslaught. Each of you will be for my mercy. I will give you none.
So, Damon, I must inquire...How, exactly, will you so readily defeat what you cannot catch and keep hold of? Know this, Goliath...This Taco King has outsmarted the greatest in this business. I have embarrassed the un-embarassable. I have defeated the un-defeated. You cannot, and will not stand as a challenge to the likes of me.
Bitches.
Dante turns off the CD player and tries to hold back his laughter. After failing and letting out a good, hearty laugh, Dante regains his composure and begins to speak to the PCW camera crew that has been following them.
Dante: "Son. First of all...I do believe that you were just schooled by someone with a tenth of your I.Q...and second of all, when the world was graced with your oh so entertaining..and let us not forget 'scholarly' journey of irony and seeking of answers...did you, at any point, stop and ask yourself: 'Am I really going down this path? Am I really doing this??'...Of course you did not. Everyone knows this. Therefore, sadly, it is not only my duty, but my service to the community, to paint the picture that you distorted with your blind ignorance and hypocrisy."
Dante brings a smirk to his face.
"But I have to hand it to you, boy. Desecrating the very basic doctrines of the Church and having them on display for the world to see? A man after my own heart. I am touched. Really. And that whole thing with a midget..and exchanging money. Aside from the obvious 'you did not need to go there' and other fairly amusing jokes that may or may not involve the words: prostitution and back door surprise...I have to hand it to you, yet again...Abusing the 'little people' of the world. Quite admirable. David sure got five minutes of entertainment from it."
Dante mockingly claps and David joins along..only out of rhythm and much longer. David continues clapping while Dante continues.
"Time for the test, Damon. Can you tell me where you went wrong? Can you tell The Devil Himself exactly what you learned?"
Dante looks over at David who has ceased his clapping and is now raising his hand. Dante ignores this.
"No. You cannot. Now, now...Do not go off before I finish and start screaming "You don't know me! You don't know anything I was thinking!"...blah, blah..and so on and so forth. Do not go and get a red ass..."
Dante thinks about his poor choice of words for a second.
"...It is plain as day, Damon. All of this 'research'..all of that wasted time was for naught. Because, in this case, you really do not know me, it seems."
Dante's smirk goes away as he shakes his head shamefully.
"You have disappointed me, Damon. Although your Pride brings a smile to my face...you disappoint me. You believe that even though you have spent months away from this 'job' you know as 'professional wrestling' that you can just come back to this life and expect things to be the same? You think that just because you were faced with less than stellar talent that you remain untouchable?"
Dante stops at a red light and sighs heavily...
"You have it all wrong, Damon. All wrong. Size advantages? Almost champions? Playing chess? Hopscotch? You know very well that none of that matters, Damon. You claim to possess a brilliant mind that has no equal..."
Dante chuckles.
"Lies, Damon. Lies. Would you like to call me out on that and brand me a liar? Get in line, then. Of course, you would just be wasting your time because although I am the Father of Lies..I speak more truth than you could ever imagine, Damon. I call it like it is. The Devil Himself can spot a liar in a room full of lawyers...and you, sir, are that liar."
Dante grins with that sadistic look that he is known for...
"I have already won, much to your displeasure to hear that, Damon. The Devil Himself points right...and you look right while The Devil Himself slaps you with his left. Hell, David tells you to bend over, and of course you do it..whilst he humps the hell out of your leg..just try not to enjoy it too much, okay?"
Dante shudders at the thought for a second. Dante looks as though a thought had just entered his head before continuing...
"Think of this situation as being captured En Passant. You know what that is, I do not have to tell you...And as much as you may disagree with The Devil Himself, you know that this is the case. You have moved to a place that you think to be relatively safe from danger. You think that you have escaped the obvious...but, in passing, you have failed to accomplish anything. Without touching you, The Pac has already won."
Dante raises his eyebrows and smirks.
"Your revolution? Please, Damon. This 'revolution' of yours is more akin to a playground scuffle. You think yourself and Liam as high and mighty. You think yourselves to be nigh invulnerable. It will most likely displease you to know that I have handled far greater than you will ever be, Damon, and succeeded with ease. You are nothing to The Devil Himself, Damon. The sooner that you realize this, the better off you may end up after Saint Valentine's Massacre...While we are on the subject of faring off better...You'll sooner fare better in a handicap match with just The Devil Himself than you ever would against the likes of Sir David. You know nothing of his reign of terror, Damon. I would not be trifle with him. That is your only warning."
Dante glances over at Sir David who has, by now, devoured his entire load of chicken. David then lets out a big belch before Dante begins to speak once more.
"Word of advice, Damon. Just because you train as a team, fought as a team, have eaten as a team, held each others Johnson as a team...does not make you a true team. That is where we all differ, my good man. The Pac, regardless of whom is teamed with whom, are a team. We are one. No one seems to get this through their heads until it is much too late...and now is too late for you and Liam. Think about that, will you Damon? Knowing that you pale in comparison to the likes of The Pac..must drive you insane. I am sorry, Damon. I really, truly am."
Dante has a patronizing look of remorse on his face.
"Even though I stand with different individuals, The Pac's mission will forever remain the same: rid the world of posers and fools like Order and Chaos and prove to them all what true superiority is all about..show them what a real team is like. You think that you and Liam are different, Damon? Kai and Jay Thunder thought just as you do. Remy and Logan, as well. The Glamorous and Vicious Combination? Ditto. Even Bull and Ape have the same story as you, Damon. Nothing sets you and Liam apart from any of them. Your folly is the same as theirs. Your fate will be the same as theirs. Whether it be by the hand of The Devil Himself or the doings of Sir David...you will taste failure just like all of those that came before you. You can bank on all of these statements and the bank will even give you interest. Have fun, boys."
With this, Dante laughs as David begins to hang his head out of the window. As Dante and David drive off into the city of Hell, Michigan the scene slowly fades to black.