Posted by Bryan Prodigy on July 3, 2004, 12:11 am, in reply to "Why we missed the flight 2"

Bryan is 6 ft 7 and 274 lbs. He’s no small guy by any sense of the word, and he’s got a reputation as being legitimately tough. To use the proverbial phrase, “he doesn’t care how stiff you work, he can take it”. Bryan, however, draws the line when it comes to staring into the face of the 6 ft 11, 297 lb Karl Pace. Karl Pace’s little eyes, hidden in his shaggy hair and beard, visibly dialate as he looks down at Bryan and his little sister. Bryan’s life flashes before his eyes. This is right before Karl reaches out, lifts him by the throat, and quite literally throws him RIGHT THROUGH THE WALL. On the other side of the wall, Carrie wakes in a fright as her brother’s body smashes through the paperboard, followed by a growling mountain of Redneck. Karl reaches down, pulls Bryan up, and throws him back through the wall. Bryan lands in Tara and Kate’s living room in a cloud of plaster dust. Tara is screaming for Karl to stop. Carrie is screaming for Karl to stop. Karl is throwing Bryan through the wall a third time. As Bryan makes a 4th trip through the wall, the door opens, and Chris, Kate, and Ryan Prodigy walk in. Apparently Chris stopped to get Ryan on his way back from the hospital. And it’s a good thing, because without Ryan’s help, Chris wouldn’t have been able to get Karl stopped. But with Chris holding one arm, Ryan holding the other, Carrie and Tara each holding a leg, and Kate with her cast wrapped around Karl’s neck, the 5 of them finally manage to drag Karl to the ground. A day later. “You gotta understand, Bryan, that I didn’ correctly know what was goin’ on with you an’ Tara.” “Yeah, well, if it’d Carrie instead of Tara I’d have done the same thing, so no hard feelings.” Bryan’s wording wasn’t the greatest, but Karl Pace isn’t the kind of guy who cares about word usage. It’s about what you mean, not about what you say. “So lemme get this straight – you an’ your bro wanna hire Karl Pace as a bodyguard. Because you can’t watch your sister all the time, an’ you can’t beat the odds sometimes.” “Yeah. See, what Prodigy Inc is all about, is beating whoever it is we’ve gotta beat – Gemma Lockhart and Daeriq Damien, The Dominators, Jeffy Andrews and Kai Scott, whoever we end up fighting – on their own terms. They want to keep things clean and straight up, we’re fine with that. They wanna cheat, well, Carrie can out think anyone in IWA. But outthinking isn’t always enough.” Most of the time, two guys don’t just have a conversation. But this is business, so it’s acceptable. And they’re drinking some kind of beer so dark that it’s almost tar black. Very good stuff. “So yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’ you ain’ got the manpower you need, so that’s why you want me. So then tell me why it is that I’m sidin’ with you an’ Chris instead of, I dunno, Andrews Foundation.” “Because that’s what EFO is all about, man. I know your career, I know you’ve had enough of being the tool of every wannabe staffer who comes along. Regulators in IWA, CFAC in NPW, whatever the hell that was you did in APWF you had enough of bullshit administration, man, and that’s what we are. We’re anti bullshit. We’re doin things OUR way, and we’re kicking the asses of anyone we damn well want to and anyone who don’t like that can ” “#### off an’ let us be. Bryan, you got yerself a deal.” Bryan Prodigy and Karl Pace shake hands.