FADE IN to the fog covered streets of Brooklyn, New York. The grey 1999 C-34-member of the Mercedes Benz family brushed past the intersection of Atlantic/Clinton headed west en route to the Cathedral.
In the drivers seat? Osario Duke.
Grandson of late, Peter Duke and the newest generation of the Duke tradition.
If you know anything about the foundation of LEGION, the last name Duke should ring plenty bells. Peter Duke is a New York fuckin’ LANDMARK and he paid the cost to be the boss. Or so went the mind of Osario, not fully realizing the controversy and finally disaster his grandfather finally met within the streets of Brooklyn. Now that his time is up and his only son’s two children are left to be part of the company that’s finally off it’s feet for the fourth time…
…lets just say we have a severe case of Sibling Rivalry with a little Disfunctional Family on top. She doesn't want any of this, but he does, and she doesn't want him to have it because she simply doesn't trust him. So she holds onto Legion. Simple as that.
Osario Duke is on his way to the Cathedral, the Church of Fight.
The time can’t be past 11:30 AM and traffic is heavy as usual but the car strolls along before making a couple twists and turns before he put the car in park and looked across the street at where all LEGION events would take place.
The Church of Fight.
Racing through his mind were thoughts of discomfort in terms of how things turned out for the company – his grandfathers pride and joy. Now managed by Russel David, O’s sister only owning the rights to the company it was almost as if the Duke family had no say in the matter anymore of a company they’ve had in the family from the ground – up.
See unfortunately for O, he was the younger of the two and Peter Duke didn’t exactly create a Will when he passed away. So the only two remaining members of his family, not including his mother in Queens who wasn't exactly in the best shape, were to decide who would receive rights to Legion. Unfortunately for Osario, who grew up watching his grandfather’s blood, sweat and tears in the form of the company could not receive the rights to the company.
His elder sister Sonja received rights and until this day will swear to never allow Osario to have anything to do with the company.
Her reasons? She loves him but he’s a punk. He’s an idiot. He’s a thug. He’s a hustler. He’s a thief. He’s a drug dealer.
…the list goes on and on.
So while he got the shaft in terms of management, Osario being the… notorious figure around Brooklyn and Queens, that he is, pulled a couple strings with his boys and instead of handing out the Dunn Cup after each season – he would be competing for it.
The first Duke INSIDE of a Legion ring.
Something the great Peter Duke couldn’t have wanted more.
Unfortunately lack of athletic ability and self discipline rendered Peter a better fit for the management of a pro wrestling circuit as opposed to competing in one. Same could be said for Legion's other architects.
After putting the car in park and finishing a Newport, Osario got out of his Benz and sat on the hood admiring the Church of Fight across the street and attempted to visualize the battles he’d be enduring at this very spot in the near future.
That’s when the vibration of a silent-mode activated phone was heard and Osario checked the call display on his cell and it read – SONJA.
Osario chuckled before answering the phone…
OSARIO – “Sis! How nice to hear from you…”
SONJA – “O, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?”
OSARIO – “Me? Well I’m wondering what my FUCKHEAD sister has done to our families company and trying not to think of how many times grandpa has turned in his grave since you sold the rights!”
SONJA – “I DIDN’T SELL THE RIGHTS, O. I SOLD THE IDEA!”
OSARIO – “Oh that makes everything all better. Heels all the wounds. Fixes all the problems. Now what grandpa spent his entire life brainstorming and envisioning belongs to somebody we don’t even KNOW. This shows now in the hands of somebody outside of the family and that means as ‘pa’s grand kids – we fucked up. So instead of being in-charge of where the Dunn Cup stays at night or making sure everybodies playing fair – I will be doing something you and I both know Grandpa only DREAMED he could’ve done. I’m going to win, the Dunn Cup.”
SONJA – “You must be out of your fucking MIND, O! Have you seen some of the guys they’ve already hired? You’re fuckin’ high if you think you can compete let alone win the Dunn Cup, you're going to get hurt!”
OSARIO – “I don’t plan on anything but bringing the Dunn Cup home and putting our last name on it’s plaque. And when I do bring that title home, Son – we’ll know who almost FUCKED it all up… and who SAVED HIS SISTERS ASS!”
O slid his phone shut before putting it back in his pocket just as a short but sadistic smirk developed on his face and FADE OUT.
