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Chapter 9: Going to War
Rahzell picked up his phone, wondering who could be calling this late on a Friday.
"Hello?" he greeted, hoping it wasn't the police for a change.
"Rahzell, it's John Banks of the WSA." The voice belonged to a high executive of the World Snowboarding Association. Though SSX and XCL were stand-alone companies, all brands had to be registered under the WSA. This bothered many promoters like Rahzell, as at times these bigwigs would just show up and change entire venues, some leagues had even gone out of business because of poor decisions by some of these execs.
"Mr. Banks, how are you?"
"No time for small talk Rahzell I'll cut straight to the point. Love what you and Moby are doing with this feud between your leagues, but seriously if you want it to work then you need to get your boarders on HIS show, makes good television."
"… sir… these are not staged attacks. This is a real ongoing rivalry, if you need proof I have the police reports to prove it." The line was silent only for a moment.
"Your leagues have been fighting like this and you never told us?"
"Sir, I've Written, Emailed, Faxed and telephoned multiple times."
"Irrelevant. Rahzell, we are sitting on a goldmine with this feud you've birthed, and we at the WSA have decided it's time to just let the competitors show who's really the best."
"Sir?"
"Rahzell, Moby has been already notified. Starting next week, Moby's XCL boarders will be a part of your broadcast, likewise your SSX boarders will be on his. We're hoping this tension will boost both ratings, get money in everyone's pockets and leave us all happier."
"Sir, we both have had casualties in this feud as it is. Mac and Griff both have damaged legs. Nate and Psymon's police records have doubled in the last six months and my star attraction is threatening to walk out unless she's protected. Sir this is not a wise move-"
"We decide what's wise and what's not, Rahzell, that's why we're the ones driving Rolls' while you don't." Rahzell sighed.
"Yes sir, thank you." He hung up the phone and leaned against his hands on his desk.
"Bad news boss?" Atomika asked, Rahzell nodded.
"Atomika, gather the crew… I have no idea how I'm going to break this to them."

There was a stunned silence over the SSX boarders as this reality sank in.
"This is horsecrap." Eddie said gruffly. "You mean now those clowns will not only be allowed at our venues and to compete in our events, but that they have the RIGHT to attack us now?" Rahzell sighed and nodded.
"Anything that happens as long as we're on the air is sanctioned by the WSA, we won't be able to do anything about it."
"But that works both ways." Nate said, cracking his knuckles, Rahzell nodded.
"Yes Nate, that runs both ways. Don't get too used to this, but you have my permission to beat down, maul, jump, mug, punk and kick the crap out of every XCL boarder that so much as looks at you funny." Nate grinned ear to ear.
"You forgot slaughter, pummel, tenderize-"
"Look, it best you not tell me what you have in mind, keeps me in less trouble." Psymon leaned forward from his chair.
"So this means Paul Diamond is going to be on SSX television." Rahzel rolled his eyes.
"Technically Mr. Morgan now it's SSXCL television… but yes, your hero Mr. Diamond will be on our broadcasts." Psymon didn't like Rahzell's tone, was it so wrong to admire a kid's skill, even if he was on the other side? "They're arriving on Monday morning people, I recommend you rest up this weekend; it may be the last good rest you get in a while."

Mac sat alone in the bar, sipping on his rye. He hated feeling so powerless, so useless. While the others were taking the fight to XCL, he was crippled on the sidelines. He looked up at the door to see Marty from XCL saunter in, Viggo was with him."Well well well look who we have here." Viggo began as he walked in a cocky fashion towards Mac. Mac pulled his M-Comm from his pocket and typed frantically under the table, still looking at Viggo. Jurgan and his usual crew of followers then entered.
"You guys aren't supposed to be here until Monday." Mac said, trying to sound calm.
"We don't start competing until Monday, we can arrive whenever the hell we plase." Viggo seemed more confident now, which one would suppose wouldn't be unusual when you have a human bull watching your back. Jurgan shoved Viggo out of the way and looked down at Mac with a cocky smile.
"How are your legs?" Mac was staring up at Jurgan with a cold expression, while under the table he was hitting the 'send' button over and over, hoping his M-Comm wouldn't somehow stop working. Jurgan put his hand on the foot of one of Mac's casts and began to squeeze, Mac's eyes watered but he wouldn't scream.
"What's next Jurgan, after you beat up a gimp are ya gonna roll some girlscouts for their cookies?" The XCL crew turned to see Nate, Psymon and Eddie walking towards the larger pack.
"My problem's with him, not with you." Jurgan said, trying to scare the trio away. Psymon reached out and pulled Jurgan from Mac.
"You got a problem with one of us, ya got a problem with all of us." Psymon snarled in the big man's face, grinning ferociously.
"But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would ya Viggo?" Eddie said as he crossed his arms, infinitely more confident from the safety behind Nate and Psymon. Jurgan glared at Eddie.
"Big words for a human Q-Tip." Nate now moved himself into Jurgan's face.
"You want him, you have to get through us." Jurgan growled at them, T-Mo now came forward.
"Yo you ain't got the cahonies to throw down with all of us in here dawg!" Nate looked at the shorter man.
"I have no idea what in the hell you just said, but I'm going to assume you just called us out." T-Mo stuck out his chin and nodded a little.
"You ain't got it in you, son." Nate now smiled.
"I don't have it in me? I don't have it in me? Alright." Nate grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on the table, turning the rounded bottle in a jagged weapon. "Hey look at that, now suddenly I have it in me. So how about we throw up now or whatever it is you ballers call it?"
"The 'ell's going on in 'ere!" The thick British accent could only belong to one man.
"Right on cue." Psymon mumbled to himself. They turned to see Rahzell and Moby both walking quickly towards the men.
"Nate what in the hell are you doing?" Rahzell scolded, Nate looked around.
"Oh, umm… I was just… umm… looking for the rest of this bottle… there's some… and some there… there's some pieces on the floor."
"You guys set off right now, let's go ya wankers!" Moby shouted at his men, pointing at the door. "Save it for the slopes!" Jurgan looked down at Moby.
"You can't be serious, Moby?"
"I'm as serious as an 'eart attack!" Jurgan and his crew hesitated, then walked out with a silent protest. Moby cursed under his breath as his crew left the bar. He then turned to the SSX crew. "You wankers leave my boys alone!"
"Hey." Rahzell now spoke up. "Moby, until Monday, this is still solely my property, and as such, I do not appreciate you telling my boys what to do."
"Oh shove it, Rahzell." Moby spat back, Rahzell tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.
"Shove it? Mr. Jones you may leave my establishment."
"I'll leave once I've said my bit, now stow your cake-'ole or I'll-"
"Mr. Jones are you familiar with the bylaws of restaurant and bar ownership?" Moby paused and gave Rahzell a confused look. "There's a law Mr. Jones that states that staff cannot touch a patron, unless he refuses to leave after being asked to do so, then the staff may use any required force." Moby took off his black sunglasses and looked even more confused at Rahzell. "Mr. Jones, you are neither a patron, nor have you left when I requested it of you, meet my staff." He extended his arms to Nate, Psymon and Eddie. "These are my new bouncers, I just hired them right now. Would you like to be their first customer?" Nate smiled savagely as the thought of tossing Moby out of this bar one more time made him excited. Moby put his sunglasses back on, cursed at the crew and walked out of the bar. There was a few seconds of silence as they stared at the door, then Nate put his arm around Rahzell.
"Barkeep! Anything this man wants!"

SSX and XCL on the same program? Crazy eh? What will happen? I'm not psychic but I'll say that the next chapters will answer that.