And now, it's time for the final confrontation.
This Pack Rides for Retribution
Saturday of the next week, 5:00 p.m.
Griffin wasn't nervous. Not at all. This plan was as simple, and as doable, as could be. He slept through the whole night, and went about the same routine, of attempting to further restore his body as best as he could, as he had, throughout this entire week. As far as he was concerned, Kenny was done, plain and simple. All that remained now, was to show up, before the main event started, and make his move. It was almost time to leave, and Griffin prepared himself, going over the plan, one last time, in his head.
But then, his phone rang. The call was coming from Carlos. "Hey Carlos. You ready for tonight."
"Yes. But there's something I need to show you. Can you come to the house?"
"Is Alex home?"
"No one is, actually. Mrs. Dunphy said something to me yesterday, about they were all going to visit her father, tonight. They just left."
"Alright then, in that case, I'm on my way." He hung up the phone, and was then met, by Matias.
"I know Carlos wants you to come over." He said. "He just told me to come, too."
"Let's go, then." The two men entered Matias's truck, and drove off to Griffin's home.
Half an hour later...
As they arrived at Griffin's house, Griffin couldn't believe his eyes. There were now four additional motorcycles, at the house, joining his own fix-her-upper. As Matias parked up, out of the way of the bikes, he and Griffin stepped out of his truck, and joined their brothers. "What's going on, here?" He asked.
"Remember my Uncle?" Carlos started. "The one who's a mechanic? I decided to call him in, and help finish the repairs, on the bike. We finished up two days ago, and I've rode it around the driveway, just to be sure. Call it a welcome home present."
"Makes sense. But," Griffin paused, and looked back at all of the other motorcycles. "I was talking about all of these bikes."
"We all decided to get a motorcycle license." Ramone said.
"As well as our own bikes, on the same day we got our liscenses." Nick added.
"We did it, so we would make up the pack." Matias stated.
"The pack that you lead." Carlos concluded.
Griffin smiled. He then took out one of his two bandana's, from his back pocket. It was a black bandana, with Slayer logos, all over it. "The pack that I lead?" Griffin started, as he stood next to his bike. All of his brothers, then sat on their own bikes, and faced him. "Well then, I guess it's time for my first speech. Not one of us is twenty years old, but we've all known each other, for over a decade. The five of us first met, in the first grade. Since that time, we've had our disagreements, our arguments, and even our fist fights. We've beaten each other up, and have gone for brief periods of time, where we didn't even want to look at each other, let alone speak to each other. And not only, but last year... we lost one of our own, to cancer." They all then took a brief moment of silence, to remember Shawn.
"But in spite of all that," Griffin started, breaking the silence. "we've stayed strong. We've stayed close. We're still brothers."
"Yeah." All four said.
"For years, and with many more years to come, we have trained together, fought side by side, and made it clear, through the blood of both them, and us, our sweat, and their tears, that as individuals, we are strong. But as a group, we are unstoppable.
"We still stand up for one another, just as easily as we do ourselves. We still come to the aid of each other, when one of us is in trouble. We're still a team. We still would not look at anyone, and say that we would rather fight through hell, and back with them, more than with the people here, and now!"
"Yeah!"
"An attack on one member of this group, is seen as an attack on all of us. And Kenny Rollins has laid an attack on me. In response, we will show him the error of his choices, tonight. Tonight, we show the rest of this world, that if they want to bring this pack down, they had best bring army!"
"YEAH!"
"Tonight, this pack rides. Tonight, this pack rides to wrest control of the organization, from it's flawed owner! Tonight, this pack rides, for retribution!"
They all fired up their engines, after Griffin fired up his. "Tonight, THIS PACK RIDES!" with a space cleared for his own Harley, Griffin drove past his brothers, who all followed up behind him, forming two lines, lead by Griffin.
Meanwhile, at Jay and Gloria's house...
Not one member of the Dunphy, or Pritchett clan, knew what the patriarch, Jay, had gathered the entire family together, for. As Jay and Gloria walked downstairs, all eyes were on them. "We've called you all here, because we have a plan, to share with you all." Gloria stated.
"Both the police, and his friends, are all looking for Griffin." Jay added. "The search might just be over, a lot quicker, if we all started looking."
"But, where would we even start, dad?" Claire asked.
"At the organization, he fought for. The Southern California Jr. MMA circuit."
"They're holding an event tonight," Manny chimed in. "and Jay bought enough tickets for us all."
"We go to the event," Jay started. "each of us spread all around the venue, we listen to conversations, ask questions, do whatever we have to do, and see if we hear anything, about Griffin."
"Dad, I don't really want Lily to see that kind of stuff." Mitchell stated.
"I thought you might say that. That's why Gloria doesn't have a ticket. She'll stay, and watch over Lily, while the rest of us go to the event."
"Mitchell, we need to do this, for Alex." Cameron told him.
Alex then got up, and gave her grandfather a hug. "Thank you, Grandpa." She said.
"You're welcome, sweetie."
"This will be a big help, for Alex." Phil started. "It's a great idea, and one that we should act on. Jay, what time does the event start?"
"6:30."
"That's in half an hour from now, so we should get going."
"I've emailed you all the directions." Manny started. "Jay, and I will meet you there."
"Let's go. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can start asking."
"Good Luck to you all." Gloria says to them, as they walk out the door.
An hour later, at the venue...
Griffin, and his pack had to make a couple of detours, before heading to the outdoor venue, which was holding the event. They first had to stop at the Police Station, to get the old man's childhood friend, officer John Cruise, to assemble his men. The Organization's lawyer, Travis Newton, was waiting for them, outside of the Station. He'd be receiving a police escort. They then had to head to Heath Evan's house, and knock on his door. Heath answered, and immediately got into his car. Now they were finally here. They would have to wait a bit longer, for the main event, but that gave Griffin the chance to watch the remainder of the fights, to see if Kenny was doing anything right.
"Griffin," Nick started. "Why don't we do this, before the main event?"
"Because once Erick makes quick work of David, that'll piss off the crowd, and I'll have more ammunition."
"Makes sense."
Griffin started thinking about something, then gave a soft laugh. He decided to tell his brothers his thoughts, just to kill the time. "You guys wanna hear something crazy?" Griffin asked his friends. They all looked at him, and listened, as he continued. "Before his men ambushed me, I was originally just gonna let Kenny off with a warning. I was gonna tell him that if he continued running things the way that he is, I'd take control. I would've been fine with doing both those things."
"And now," Travis started. You're gonna take control, and simultaneously send him to prison."
"That I am."
A couple hours later...
As the Main Event got started, Alex went over everything, in her head. She was sitting on the ground stands, rather than in the bleachers, on the southwest corner, five rows back from the railing. The Event was taking place at a High School Football field, which had a whole area set up. This meant that the organization would have to pay part of their earnings, with the school, as payment for renting the field. There was easily over 1,100 people here, and she could go from the field, where they had set up the guard railing, and back to the bleachers areas, to use the bathroom. That was all she found out, though, and only because she was curious. She heard some people mention that they heard that Griffin had disappeared, out of the blue, but that was all she heard. And she already knew that, which was upsetting her, not hearing anything more.
She had, throughout separate points, during the event, caught up with members of her family, and they had more or less, heard the same thing. All that Griffin's disappearance was, was a rumor, it seemed. When she stopped thinking, and looked up, she saw the ending of the fight. The defending champion scored a TKO win. As the announcer read off the results, he stated that the fight ended, with 3:50 left in the fight. This followed a chorus of boos. They cheered the Champion, as his name was announced by his interviewer, which led Alex to believe, that they were booing the interviewer, for whatever reason.
As the announcer was getting ready to interview the opponent, everything stopped, and people looked toward the entrance, when they heard a loud motorcycle engine, and saw a light riding toward the entrance. All of a sudden, the bike stopped behind the area they had set up, for the fighters to come out, and a song began to play. As the singer of the song began to sing the first verse, everyone started mumbling to themselves, trying to figure out what was going on. Alex looked into the ring, and saw confusion amongst the people in it. Out of nowhere, she then saw Carlos walk past her, and the security guard step off to the side, to allow him to hop the railing. She looked toward the other corners, and saw the rest of Griffin's friends hop the railing, to her confusion. All of a sudden, everyone around her stood up, and yelled at the top of their lungs, as they looked toward the entrance. There was the motorcycle engine, again. After the bike came to a stop, the tires could be heard squealing, and smoke floated into the sky. As she looked back to the ramp, like everyone else, she couldn't believe what she saw. It was Griffin.
Ten minutes earlier...
Griffin had sent his friends in, to get into position. He spoke to Travis, and officer Cruise. "Why not enter on you're bike, to make a dramatic entrance." Newton asked him.
"This is already bordering on WWE." Griffin started. "You know what though, fuck it. Let's do it."
"We'll start walking, as soon as you take off." officer Cruise stated.
"Then start walking." Griffin said, as he started his engine. He left a cloud of smoke behind him, making his engine roar, as he got to position, as quickly as possible. Once right behind the entrance to the ramp, he took a moment, to speak to Heath.
"Nice." Heath said. "Now he now's something's wrong."
"And he can do nothing about it."
"Griffin?" The soundman said, as he approached the two legends. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing. I asked you to program that song, did you do it?"
"Yes sir. Please, save us."
"My pleasure." The soundman then hit the song: The Vengeful One, Disturbed. While waiting, Griffin too his bandana, and pulled half of it down, over his scarred eye. He then took his American Flag bandana, and tied it up, over his head, to ensure that the Slayer Bandana stayed in place, as it was.
"That so no one gets scarred, by your scar?" Heath asked.
"Exactly." Griffin then revved up his engine, preparing to ride out, onto the ramp.
"Go get him." Heath said.
"He's already got." as the Chorus hit, Griffin rode out, onto the ramp, and stopped. He continued to rev his engine, and then put her in park, to leave a cloud of smoke. He then put her in park, and stepped off to her right side. He held onto the handle bar, to keep her up. Using his one eye, he looked around to his left, and right, then straight at Kenny, who was in clear, and utter shock. He then got back on his bike, and started riding down the ramp.
As he rode down the ramp, he was completely oblivious, to Alex, or anyone else in the Dunphy clan, due to both his one eye, and his focus on Kenny. If he had known that Alex was shedding tears of joy, he might've just completely melted. But he had no idea, and kept on riding. Alex went back into the bleachers area, and was met, by her family, all of whom embraced her, with smiles on their faces. They were as happy to see Griffin, as she was. They then turned her attention back to the ring.
Griffin parked his bike, to the right of the ring, and powered her down. He dismounted, and climbed up, onto the apron. The announcer then did his job. "Ladies and Gentlemen, entering the ring. From Chicago, Illinois, standing six feet, two inches tall, weighing 258 lbs. He is a former two division Southern California Junior Champion, "The Last Warrior" Griffin Walker!" After the last words came out of the announcers mouth, Griffin pushed the ropes down, enough for jump over them. Looking to his right, up in the bleachers area, he notice a few marines, sitting together, watching the event. He went over to the corner, stood on the second rope, and saluted them. He climbed down, and then shook Erick's hand, a former opponent of his, and assured him his next fight would be the challenge he wanted. And then, he turned his attention to Kenny.
Kenny had dropped the microphone, and Griffin stepped over, and picked it up. By now, his music had stopped playing, and everyone cheered him, though they didn't know why he was here. Nor would they know what he meant, when he looked and Kenny, to speak to him. "You didn't really think it would be that easy, did you?" In a very angry tone, he uttered that question. "Better men than you have tried. The one thing you have in common with them, was failure."
He paused for a moment, and prepared himself. He took a deep breath in, and then out. "Kenny, I think I've said this before, but I'll say it again, because it is completely true, you are not you're father. You'll never be as good to this organization as he was, and if you're rule is allowed to continue, you'll run this organization into the ground."
One of Kenny's men walked toward Griffin, but Matias did his job, and pushed him back.
"Kenny, you do so many things wrong, and tonight is a prime example. Admittedly, I missed the first two fights of tonight. But if they were anything like the rest of the fights, they were disasters." The crowd voiced their conformations. "You mismatch the hell out of every fight card you put together, which is why you should've hired a matchmaker. Every fight tonight was a talented individual, whooping the ass of someone who wasn't at their level, yet. I someone even say that you had the number six ranked Lightweight, in this organization, fight the number twenty-nine ranked lightweight. What. The. Hell? And the title fight? I've fought Johnson twice. He's a stud. And now he's a stud with a championship. You have a stud with a championship, you do what the old man did with me. You put him up against the best studs you got. Not David McGarett."
McGarett took offense to this, and grabbed at Griffin's bandana. Griffin responded by twisting his arm off of the bandana, at which point, Carlos, who was to Griffin's rear-left, held McGarett back. "Boy, you put you're hands on me again, and I'll knock your pasty ass out." This got a reaction from the crowd. He then turned his attention, back to Kenny. "That's not even the end of you're failures, Kenny." Griffin's voice turned passionate. "You're father, when he was alive, did what he was supposed to. He made sure that his fighters were not only the best they could be, he made sure that they were as healthy as they could be. You do neither. You neglect. You neglect all of us. And because of that, in the short amount of time you've been running this place, these are only a few examples, but you didn't see to the proper treatment, of myself, Keith Ramirez, and Chris Dawson."
Griffin paused for a moment, to take a deep breath in, and out. He knew that if he didn't he would kill Kenny, in the next two minutes. "Because of you're neglect, Keith got a concussion. It was so bad, that he came very, very close to losing all of his vision, permanently. I fucked up my back so badly, that I was almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life!" This last one, was really tough on Griffin. "Kenny... because of you're neglect, Chris... died from his injuries. I know you don't like me, and believe me, the feeling is mutual. I also know you weren't too fond of either Keith, or Chris either. But you're father had fighters he didn't like, that were under contract of this organization, as well. But he still made sure that those men's injuries were properly tended to. Meanwhile, you let a sixteen year old, up and comer, die! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
Kenny couldn't even come up with the words. "Just what I thought you'd say: not a damn thing at all. You make me sick!" Griffin took another moment, and then a smile hit his face. "You know, I was going to warn you. Warn you that if you didn't change how you ran things, I'd invoke that right that you're father gave me, in his will, and take control of this place, from you." This got a reaction from the crowd, who cheered, then chanted "Do it!" Griffin held up his hand. "Hold on! Hold on!" Griffin then looked back to the ramp, right at Heath. He gave the signal, and Heath gave a thumbs up. He then poked his head behind the curtain, and brought the police in, from backstage. "But you have bigger problems, than that." Griffin continued.
The cops made their way toward the ring, and as Officer Cruised stepped inside, Griffin handed him the mic. As his men entered the ring, they put Kenny's hands behind his back, and cuffed him. "Kenny Rollins, you are under arrest, for orchestrating the assault, and later kidnapping, second degree torture, and second degree attempted murder, of Griffin Walker."
Cruise then handed the mic back to Griffin, and the two men shook hands. "But since you're going away for some time, Kenny, control automatically falls to me." The crowd screamed at the top of their lungs. He waited for the cops to make it to the middle of the ramp. Following this, no one was left in the ring, but Griffin, as his pack went to await their leader taking off. At last, it was time for him to address the crowd. "Sorry about that WWE-style bullshit, guys. I know you guys came here, in the hopes that this wouldn't be a total disaster. But on the bright side, that is Kenny's last disaster." They cheered. Griffin stood in the middle of the ring. He took a moment, to look into the sky. He didn't raise the microphone to his mouth, but still spoke. "Rest In Peace, Jack. I love you, old man." After this, he looked back out, at the crowd, now raising the microphone to his mouth. "Thanks for coming out tonight, guys. I have just one more thing to say. There's gonna be some changes around here." That got a huge reaction from the crowd, and as Griffin powered up his bike, after getting out of the ring, and circled around the ring, to the sound of The Vengeful One, the crowd chanted his name.
As he got to the top of the stage, Griffin stopped at entrance to the ramp. He didn't look back. He didn't say anything. He just raised his arm up, and threw up the horns. He then pushed the bandana off of his eye, and rode off.
And now, I'm going to bed, because it's fucking late!
