Out of the Loop

[M BISON]

Boston, Massachusetts
5:30 PM on a Monday

A black Corvette pulls up to a large building, the figure in it impossible to distinguish due to the window tint, yet appearing to not have a normal human head. The engine cuts off, and after a few seconds, the door opens and what appears to be a man in a giant chicken suit steps out. Set of keys in hand, the anthropomorphic fowl stomps up to a nearby door and tries to unlock it. Failing to unlock the door flusters our subject as he begins to case the property.

"Buck buck buck."

The man-chicken known in Boston as Monster Cock turns a corner to find the familiar front door of the GHW Arena. The costumed fellow grabs the door handle and pulls to no avail. Completely stumped, he pounds on the door until a buzzer sounds. The door slowly opens outward, much to MC's surprise.

"You lost, son?"

An African-American man in uniform sits at a front desk in a small foyer, a locked door on each of the three other walls in the room. The head of the chicken suit comes off, and none other than Metal Dragon is under it as usual.

"Yeah, I think I work here still."

"You ain't got no ID card, I don't think so."

"This isn't my building anymore, is it?"

MD drops the costume head to the floor and takes a deep breath.

"This is a call center now, isn't it?"

"Yep, just opened the other day. That old wrestling company, GHW, yeah, they went under. Guess they all went to California."

"Hm... Well, thanks for your help..."

The Man of Golden Words picks up the chicken head and steps outside. A bench is set up near the front door. The feathery superstar takes a seat, aviary cranium resting next to him, and produces his cell phone from a pouch on his abdomen.

"California. California? CALIFORNIA? Fuck me. Speakerphone... on."

Ringing is audible from the iPhone that sits in MD's lap. Two rings, and a familiar voice answers.

"Yeh-hello?"

"Jag?"

"Yep?"

"Where the fuck did my company go?"

"Well, RAWB... Usually when the owner leaves for a year to get sober or find Jesus or whatever the fuck you were doing, they go under. We're out in Concord again working with EVPW, it's a great arrangement."

"So basically I just cleaned my act up and started my life over just to be broke and unemployed?"

"Get your ass out here."

Dragon smiles.

"Sure thing."

MD puts his head on to once again become Monster Cock, rising from his seat and walking back over to his Corvette. The fowl enters the car and shuts the door as the camera feed fades out.

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