Post by The New Breed Foundation on Mar 30, 2013 12:22:12 GMT -5
”Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness. ~Martin Luther King, Jr.
Mass Destruction 3 – Episode 4
A New Beginning Dawns: A New Breed Foundation Tale... the First of Many
Saturday, March 30th, 2013.
PCW's Mass Destruction 3 Week Long Event in Greenville, South Carolina
Men and women mill about the brightly colored booths and game stands at the PCW's MD3 Promotional Event getting autographs, or listening to interviewers with their favorite PCW Superstars. Some lucky fans are even getting their pictures taken with a few select Stars, while still others tag along with their kids in the Kidz Zone. As we travel through the media zoo and pick our way past the multitudes of families piled into the tents set up all around the PCW Arena, we stumble across Sebastian St. Paul wandering aimlessly through the crowds.
Every now and then, a fan will ask him for an autograph. SSP blindly takes the pad, or paper, or action figure made into his very likeness, and scribbles his name across it, handing it back to them, completely oblivious to their obvious desire to have a more concrete moment with a real wrestling Superstar. He wanders the event in a haze of emotions, confused about not just his most recent life events, but his own purpose too. So little had meaning to him anymore, and since hearing more of the truth from the Citizen than he had bargained for, he wasn't exactly sure where he stood on the whole thing yet. It was a lot to take in, and even more to try to get Darina and Owen to understand it. THAT... had taken hours. Even after all that time he took with them going over the details, they were still asking him questions when they boarded the plane to come to the show.
Really, once he understood that this was about a company, and what was really at stake here, Sebastian understood the motivators and it made the whole twisted thing unravel easily before his eyes. He had seen the kinds of greedy men that concocted this masterpiece scheme time and time again. Working for mercenaries, you meet lots of rich people with no moral compass to speak of. While the reach of these particular overly laden manipulative bastards was impressive compared to the slum lords and gang bangers SSP was used to now, but he still remembered the days overseas working for the highest bidder. He still knew the stink of the ilk when he smelled it, and it was heavy with this whole situation.
The entire thing was nearly perfect... and if it hadn't been for Charles and the Citizen, they would have missed their only opportunity to right the wrong that had been done, not just to Sebastian and his family, but the multitudes of people this conspiracy would effect. It was deeper than any of them had known, and Sebastian had known the least. It made him feel foolish and naive. He was no spring chicken, and yet here he was, rumblin', stumblin', bumblin', right into the holy mother of screw overs. He should have seen this coming a mile away... but he hadn't, and he had allowed someone else to pay the penance for his errors.
Sebastian had been so concerned with taking care of his family and trying to provide a home for them that he had lost all perspective on the reality of people. People were greedy, and vile, and if you let them, they would strip you bare and leave you in the streets alone. He knew this... had dealt with just these kinds of people for years, and yet, he still fell for it... hook, line, and sinker.
Anger flared inside of him, but it wasn't even directed at the perpetrators of the heinous acts of subterfuge and violence. It wasn't aimed at those who could have helped before and didn't. It wasn't even targeted towards the men who had lied to his face, and pretended to be his friends only to get what they wanted out of his family and bring it all crashing down around his head. It was aimed at himself. He was mad at himself for falling for the whole damned thing in the first place, but mostly, he was angry at himself for allowing it to be Charles that paid for his mistakes.
It was his fault that Charles was dead... and it would be his burden to bear forever. He had resigned himself to that fate, to pay homage and honor the life he cost them all. He accepted the burden totally, and welcomed it for his inability to do what was best for a man he had come to regard as his son. The grief had not subsided, and he wondered if it ever would. He was prepared to carry it for as long as it clasped his heart firmly between it's bony fingers.
As Sebastian meanders through the event in his daze of emotional inner speeches, he wanders into the Kidz Zone, where he is swiftly surrounded by a veritable mob of tiny people all clamoring for autographs. Normally, Sebastian was not one for appreciating the adoration of his fans, especially the little ones. However, today, with his thoughts twisted around memories of Charles and nostalgia gripping him in an unbreakable embrace, instead of sneers and jeers from the Stunning One, the children are met a blank stare that fades into a slight smile that spreads across his face.
”Well hey there kids! Are we all having fun at PCW's Mass Destruction 3 Event?” he says cheerfully, overtaken by the excitement of all of the kids enjoying their time here. It's almost infectious when they all cheer a bright and happy YES in unison. ”Good! Good... Are you guys all excited for the Pay Per View in a few days? he continues as he scans the crowd of parents gathering around him to keep close watches over their progeny as the kids once again chime in with an emphatic YES.
”That's great! Now... have you all made sure your parents have your tickets for the Pay Per View so you all can come and see the New Breed beat the Oddities AND the Flying Freebooters and become the NEW PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS???” he shouts out over the crowd who are becoming as involved in the emotional rush as he is. He looks out at the parents smiling as the kids all try to find their respective authority figures and pester them about getting tickets before they are all gone. Everyone has a good chuckle at the marketing, and then Sebastian pulls a sharpie from his pocket that one of the executives of the PCW had given him when he showed up this morning.
He holds it over his head, riding a wave of happiness he has not felt in a long time, and slowly turns around where he stands, taking the whole circle in before he speaks again. ”They told me I am supposed to use this marker here to sign you fine folks some autographs... so WHO'S FIRST, huh?”
The entire group of kids surge forward all at once, eager to get their signatures with a surprising Sebastian St. Paul, and the pile of them bring SSP to the ground in a heap laughing. Several parents hurry in to help untangle the kids and organize a line for getting autographs, but the smile on Sebastian's face never even wilts as he lays on the floor a moment looking up at the lights.
”Well I better not get too used to laying down, now should I? I might find it a little TOO comfortable and one of those nasty pirates might try to steal ANOTHER win away from me!” he laughs with the group of them as he gets to his feet and starts signing autographs for the fans. He takes his time to ask each of the kids their names, and talk to them for a minute while he can, and really seems to be enjoying himself.
After a while of signing toys and tablets, as the group begins to filter away to different parts of the event, a man in a green tee shirt with a small boy comes up to him. The child is napping on his dad's shoulder contentedly as the festivities go on all around him, his arms and legs dangling from his sides and his head lolled to one side.
”I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry for your loss. I know it must be hard... but I'm glad to see you out and about after all you have been through. It helps the rest of us know that people can go on... after... well... it's just good to see other people who know what the pain feels like to move on and keep going. Thank you.” he says as he chokes up a bit thinking about his daughter. Sebastian's smile fades, and a tear rolls down the side of his face as he looks the man square in the eye.
”No... thank you, sir. Thank you for reminding me that I am not alone in this.” he says as he hugs the man in the green shirt, careful not to wake his son. Behind him, he hears two people clapping. As he pulls away from the man, the two people clapping become four, then six, and soon, SSP and the man in the green shirt are surrounded by a gang of people clapping with hear felt sincerity at the touching scene. Sebastian smiles at the man once more before turning around and seeing the Citizen and Johnathan Cable standing in the crowd not far away watching the scene play out. They were the first two clapping.
”That was awesome Sebastian. Really, it was. To be able to inspire others with your strengths, and to have them in turn remind you that others are there to help you too... it is a blessing.” Citizen says to Sebastian as he approaches the pair.
”I don't know why I hugged that guy. I just felt like... like we both needed it. I felt so sorry for his loss, and when he came up and... I just... I never want anyone else to feel a pain like this... it's just too... he says as his voice breaks up John and the Citizen both smother him in hugs to save him from the tears.”Alright! Alright... get off of me you jerks. SSP finally says as he laughs them out of their affectionary medicine and pushes them away from him.
”OK, well come on. One of the PCW guys came and told me to come grab you. We are supposed to go do an interview or something in the media tent. He made some joke about matchstick elephants... but I didn't get it. Do you have any idea what he was talking about?” John says quizzically.
”I might...” Sebastian laughs as they head towards the media tent. The scene fades out and comes back to Cable, SSP, and the Citizen taking their places behind a plain wooden podium with the PCW logo on the front. A small crowd has gathered, and flashbulbs are popping left and right. It would seem there has been a pretty big buzz surrounding the New Breed's readiness to tackle two of the best teams in the PCW, and more than a few folks here at the event are eager to hear what they have to say in answer to those rumors.
The Citizen steps up tot he mic first, beginning the interview.
”Thank you ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of the PCW, the New Breed Foundation would like to take this opportunity to welcome you to the Mass Destruction 3 Fan Appreciation Event. We hope you are enjoying the festivities, and we hope all of you join us in a few days for MD3. We are looking forward to our match for the PCW Tag Team Titles, and we know you guys are looking forward to all of the hottest action the PCW can bring to our biggest Pay Per View Event of the year!” he says as the gathered crowd cheers. The spectacle seems to be attracting more and more fans and reporters alike as the Citizen continues. ”Now, we understand that you all have some concerns about the New Breed's readiness to compete this week. With the recent events in Sebastian's life, I can understand how some of you could wonder how he would be mentally prepared to face the Oddities and the Flying Freebooters. With the rumored involvement of Johnathan Cable in the death of Charles Alden, some of you may even be wondering how the two of these men can be in the same ring and not in opposing corners.” he says as a murmur washes out across the crowd agreeing that they ARE curious to both of those answers. ”Well then... guys and gals... fans of the PCW of all ages... the man with the answers you seek... 'Simply Stunning' Sebastian St. Paul!” he shouts out over the sea of people lightly clapping for his introduction, but genuinely interested to get the scoop straight from the horse mouth.
”Thank you... thank you. I have actually been having a pretty good time here today with all of you, considering the last couple of weeks in my life has been pretty rough. Losing Charles has been a huge deal to me, and I am by no means through the worst of my grief... but I have a responsibility to him... and to John... to myself... and to all of you too... and I KNOW, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Charles would want me to move on with my life. I KNOW that he would want me to pour my heart and soul into this match at MD3 against the Oddities and those scurvy pirates and bring the PCW Tag Team Titles home for him. This match... I am dedicating to my son... who will be missed and mourned... but his memory will live on in the legacy I leave behind. To ensure his life is never forgotten, I am dedicating myself to becoming something more than just a good wrestler with the sexiest body around... I am committing myself to being the best.” he says as he places his hands on either side of the podium and leans towards the crowd.
”What about John being the real killer though?” a man in the crowd asks over the noise.
”Johnathan Cable is not the murderer. New information has been found concerning the investigation, and as soon as all of the pieces are in place, the evidence will be turned over to the authorities in Jacksonville and Justice will have its day. I know that is sort of a vague answer... but as this is an open investigation... it is all I can share with you concerning the case at this time. As we move through the process required in this situation, we will make information available as it becomes viable and concrete. Know that the New Breed Foundation is dedicated to helping local and national law enforcement in this investigation to the best of it's abilities, and we hope to have this whole ordeal wrapped up very soon.” Sebastian says in a practice 'press conference' tone. The whole time, he struggles to keep his composure and just tries not to think about him being gone.
To save him further questions about Charles, John steps forward and puts his hands on Sebastian's shoulders before the leans down and talks into the mic... ”I have devoted all of the resources I have available to local law enforcement to help in the investigation. My company is actively using all of its social media resources and imploring all of our employees to follow suit. I have personally pledged a fairly large reward for information leading to the arrest of the real killer. As for our readiness to take on the Tag Champs and the team of Nathan Saniti and Q... I assure you, this is a whole new day. We are a team reinvigorated, and refocused. I promise, you have never seen the New Breed quite like this! We are ready to show the PCW faithful what true Champions really look like.” John says as Sebastian smiles and nods his approval.
”I don't know about you guys... but I'm ready for this Shiny Sea Bass to wreck a couple of ships passing in the night who think they're the greatest Tag Champs to date and dash their dreams of retaining those shiny bits O' Treasure on the rocks of reality. You deserve better Champions. You... the fans... the ones who make us Superstars in the first place... the ones who cheer or boo for us and give us the strength to fight on when defeat stares us in the face... the ones who make our lives possible. I never really got that... but now, I know it's what you deserve. I can't take back any of the things I have done with my life, but I can start today on my path to living a life my son can be proud of me for. I can be better, for you, and for the PCW. I WILL be better for my son.” Sebastian says with a fire in his eye and look of determination as the crowd cheers for this new side of a man who has, for so long, been so focused on what he had to do that he lost sight of the things that really mattered. Losing Charles had changed him, and the man in the green shirt had opened his eyes to a way he could change his life for the better.
As Sebastian walks off the side of the stage and heads towards another tent, the Citizen and Johnathan step forward together to finish the interview without him, hoping to keep the attention of the assembled to give SSP some time to himself as the scene fades to black.
Mass Destruction 3 – Episode 4
A New Beginning Dawns: A New Breed Foundation Tale... the First of Many
Saturday, March 30th, 2013.
PCW's Mass Destruction 3 Week Long Event in Greenville, South Carolina
Men and women mill about the brightly colored booths and game stands at the PCW's MD3 Promotional Event getting autographs, or listening to interviewers with their favorite PCW Superstars. Some lucky fans are even getting their pictures taken with a few select Stars, while still others tag along with their kids in the Kidz Zone. As we travel through the media zoo and pick our way past the multitudes of families piled into the tents set up all around the PCW Arena, we stumble across Sebastian St. Paul wandering aimlessly through the crowds.
Every now and then, a fan will ask him for an autograph. SSP blindly takes the pad, or paper, or action figure made into his very likeness, and scribbles his name across it, handing it back to them, completely oblivious to their obvious desire to have a more concrete moment with a real wrestling Superstar. He wanders the event in a haze of emotions, confused about not just his most recent life events, but his own purpose too. So little had meaning to him anymore, and since hearing more of the truth from the Citizen than he had bargained for, he wasn't exactly sure where he stood on the whole thing yet. It was a lot to take in, and even more to try to get Darina and Owen to understand it. THAT... had taken hours. Even after all that time he took with them going over the details, they were still asking him questions when they boarded the plane to come to the show.
Really, once he understood that this was about a company, and what was really at stake here, Sebastian understood the motivators and it made the whole twisted thing unravel easily before his eyes. He had seen the kinds of greedy men that concocted this masterpiece scheme time and time again. Working for mercenaries, you meet lots of rich people with no moral compass to speak of. While the reach of these particular overly laden manipulative bastards was impressive compared to the slum lords and gang bangers SSP was used to now, but he still remembered the days overseas working for the highest bidder. He still knew the stink of the ilk when he smelled it, and it was heavy with this whole situation.
The entire thing was nearly perfect... and if it hadn't been for Charles and the Citizen, they would have missed their only opportunity to right the wrong that had been done, not just to Sebastian and his family, but the multitudes of people this conspiracy would effect. It was deeper than any of them had known, and Sebastian had known the least. It made him feel foolish and naive. He was no spring chicken, and yet here he was, rumblin', stumblin', bumblin', right into the holy mother of screw overs. He should have seen this coming a mile away... but he hadn't, and he had allowed someone else to pay the penance for his errors.
Sebastian had been so concerned with taking care of his family and trying to provide a home for them that he had lost all perspective on the reality of people. People were greedy, and vile, and if you let them, they would strip you bare and leave you in the streets alone. He knew this... had dealt with just these kinds of people for years, and yet, he still fell for it... hook, line, and sinker.
Anger flared inside of him, but it wasn't even directed at the perpetrators of the heinous acts of subterfuge and violence. It wasn't aimed at those who could have helped before and didn't. It wasn't even targeted towards the men who had lied to his face, and pretended to be his friends only to get what they wanted out of his family and bring it all crashing down around his head. It was aimed at himself. He was mad at himself for falling for the whole damned thing in the first place, but mostly, he was angry at himself for allowing it to be Charles that paid for his mistakes.
It was his fault that Charles was dead... and it would be his burden to bear forever. He had resigned himself to that fate, to pay homage and honor the life he cost them all. He accepted the burden totally, and welcomed it for his inability to do what was best for a man he had come to regard as his son. The grief had not subsided, and he wondered if it ever would. He was prepared to carry it for as long as it clasped his heart firmly between it's bony fingers.
As Sebastian meanders through the event in his daze of emotional inner speeches, he wanders into the Kidz Zone, where he is swiftly surrounded by a veritable mob of tiny people all clamoring for autographs. Normally, Sebastian was not one for appreciating the adoration of his fans, especially the little ones. However, today, with his thoughts twisted around memories of Charles and nostalgia gripping him in an unbreakable embrace, instead of sneers and jeers from the Stunning One, the children are met a blank stare that fades into a slight smile that spreads across his face.
”Well hey there kids! Are we all having fun at PCW's Mass Destruction 3 Event?” he says cheerfully, overtaken by the excitement of all of the kids enjoying their time here. It's almost infectious when they all cheer a bright and happy YES in unison. ”Good! Good... Are you guys all excited for the Pay Per View in a few days? he continues as he scans the crowd of parents gathering around him to keep close watches over their progeny as the kids once again chime in with an emphatic YES.
”That's great! Now... have you all made sure your parents have your tickets for the Pay Per View so you all can come and see the New Breed beat the Oddities AND the Flying Freebooters and become the NEW PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS???” he shouts out over the crowd who are becoming as involved in the emotional rush as he is. He looks out at the parents smiling as the kids all try to find their respective authority figures and pester them about getting tickets before they are all gone. Everyone has a good chuckle at the marketing, and then Sebastian pulls a sharpie from his pocket that one of the executives of the PCW had given him when he showed up this morning.
He holds it over his head, riding a wave of happiness he has not felt in a long time, and slowly turns around where he stands, taking the whole circle in before he speaks again. ”They told me I am supposed to use this marker here to sign you fine folks some autographs... so WHO'S FIRST, huh?”
The entire group of kids surge forward all at once, eager to get their signatures with a surprising Sebastian St. Paul, and the pile of them bring SSP to the ground in a heap laughing. Several parents hurry in to help untangle the kids and organize a line for getting autographs, but the smile on Sebastian's face never even wilts as he lays on the floor a moment looking up at the lights.
”Well I better not get too used to laying down, now should I? I might find it a little TOO comfortable and one of those nasty pirates might try to steal ANOTHER win away from me!” he laughs with the group of them as he gets to his feet and starts signing autographs for the fans. He takes his time to ask each of the kids their names, and talk to them for a minute while he can, and really seems to be enjoying himself.
After a while of signing toys and tablets, as the group begins to filter away to different parts of the event, a man in a green tee shirt with a small boy comes up to him. The child is napping on his dad's shoulder contentedly as the festivities go on all around him, his arms and legs dangling from his sides and his head lolled to one side.
”I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry for your loss. I know it must be hard... but I'm glad to see you out and about after all you have been through. It helps the rest of us know that people can go on... after... well... it's just good to see other people who know what the pain feels like to move on and keep going. Thank you.” he says as he chokes up a bit thinking about his daughter. Sebastian's smile fades, and a tear rolls down the side of his face as he looks the man square in the eye.
”No... thank you, sir. Thank you for reminding me that I am not alone in this.” he says as he hugs the man in the green shirt, careful not to wake his son. Behind him, he hears two people clapping. As he pulls away from the man, the two people clapping become four, then six, and soon, SSP and the man in the green shirt are surrounded by a gang of people clapping with hear felt sincerity at the touching scene. Sebastian smiles at the man once more before turning around and seeing the Citizen and Johnathan Cable standing in the crowd not far away watching the scene play out. They were the first two clapping.
”That was awesome Sebastian. Really, it was. To be able to inspire others with your strengths, and to have them in turn remind you that others are there to help you too... it is a blessing.” Citizen says to Sebastian as he approaches the pair.
”I don't know why I hugged that guy. I just felt like... like we both needed it. I felt so sorry for his loss, and when he came up and... I just... I never want anyone else to feel a pain like this... it's just too... he says as his voice breaks up John and the Citizen both smother him in hugs to save him from the tears.”Alright! Alright... get off of me you jerks. SSP finally says as he laughs them out of their affectionary medicine and pushes them away from him.
”OK, well come on. One of the PCW guys came and told me to come grab you. We are supposed to go do an interview or something in the media tent. He made some joke about matchstick elephants... but I didn't get it. Do you have any idea what he was talking about?” John says quizzically.
”I might...” Sebastian laughs as they head towards the media tent. The scene fades out and comes back to Cable, SSP, and the Citizen taking their places behind a plain wooden podium with the PCW logo on the front. A small crowd has gathered, and flashbulbs are popping left and right. It would seem there has been a pretty big buzz surrounding the New Breed's readiness to tackle two of the best teams in the PCW, and more than a few folks here at the event are eager to hear what they have to say in answer to those rumors.
The Citizen steps up tot he mic first, beginning the interview.
”Thank you ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of the PCW, the New Breed Foundation would like to take this opportunity to welcome you to the Mass Destruction 3 Fan Appreciation Event. We hope you are enjoying the festivities, and we hope all of you join us in a few days for MD3. We are looking forward to our match for the PCW Tag Team Titles, and we know you guys are looking forward to all of the hottest action the PCW can bring to our biggest Pay Per View Event of the year!” he says as the gathered crowd cheers. The spectacle seems to be attracting more and more fans and reporters alike as the Citizen continues. ”Now, we understand that you all have some concerns about the New Breed's readiness to compete this week. With the recent events in Sebastian's life, I can understand how some of you could wonder how he would be mentally prepared to face the Oddities and the Flying Freebooters. With the rumored involvement of Johnathan Cable in the death of Charles Alden, some of you may even be wondering how the two of these men can be in the same ring and not in opposing corners.” he says as a murmur washes out across the crowd agreeing that they ARE curious to both of those answers. ”Well then... guys and gals... fans of the PCW of all ages... the man with the answers you seek... 'Simply Stunning' Sebastian St. Paul!” he shouts out over the sea of people lightly clapping for his introduction, but genuinely interested to get the scoop straight from the horse mouth.
”Thank you... thank you. I have actually been having a pretty good time here today with all of you, considering the last couple of weeks in my life has been pretty rough. Losing Charles has been a huge deal to me, and I am by no means through the worst of my grief... but I have a responsibility to him... and to John... to myself... and to all of you too... and I KNOW, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Charles would want me to move on with my life. I KNOW that he would want me to pour my heart and soul into this match at MD3 against the Oddities and those scurvy pirates and bring the PCW Tag Team Titles home for him. This match... I am dedicating to my son... who will be missed and mourned... but his memory will live on in the legacy I leave behind. To ensure his life is never forgotten, I am dedicating myself to becoming something more than just a good wrestler with the sexiest body around... I am committing myself to being the best.” he says as he places his hands on either side of the podium and leans towards the crowd.
”What about John being the real killer though?” a man in the crowd asks over the noise.
”Johnathan Cable is not the murderer. New information has been found concerning the investigation, and as soon as all of the pieces are in place, the evidence will be turned over to the authorities in Jacksonville and Justice will have its day. I know that is sort of a vague answer... but as this is an open investigation... it is all I can share with you concerning the case at this time. As we move through the process required in this situation, we will make information available as it becomes viable and concrete. Know that the New Breed Foundation is dedicated to helping local and national law enforcement in this investigation to the best of it's abilities, and we hope to have this whole ordeal wrapped up very soon.” Sebastian says in a practice 'press conference' tone. The whole time, he struggles to keep his composure and just tries not to think about him being gone.
To save him further questions about Charles, John steps forward and puts his hands on Sebastian's shoulders before the leans down and talks into the mic... ”I have devoted all of the resources I have available to local law enforcement to help in the investigation. My company is actively using all of its social media resources and imploring all of our employees to follow suit. I have personally pledged a fairly large reward for information leading to the arrest of the real killer. As for our readiness to take on the Tag Champs and the team of Nathan Saniti and Q... I assure you, this is a whole new day. We are a team reinvigorated, and refocused. I promise, you have never seen the New Breed quite like this! We are ready to show the PCW faithful what true Champions really look like.” John says as Sebastian smiles and nods his approval.
”I don't know about you guys... but I'm ready for this Shiny Sea Bass to wreck a couple of ships passing in the night who think they're the greatest Tag Champs to date and dash their dreams of retaining those shiny bits O' Treasure on the rocks of reality. You deserve better Champions. You... the fans... the ones who make us Superstars in the first place... the ones who cheer or boo for us and give us the strength to fight on when defeat stares us in the face... the ones who make our lives possible. I never really got that... but now, I know it's what you deserve. I can't take back any of the things I have done with my life, but I can start today on my path to living a life my son can be proud of me for. I can be better, for you, and for the PCW. I WILL be better for my son.” Sebastian says with a fire in his eye and look of determination as the crowd cheers for this new side of a man who has, for so long, been so focused on what he had to do that he lost sight of the things that really mattered. Losing Charles had changed him, and the man in the green shirt had opened his eyes to a way he could change his life for the better.
As Sebastian walks off the side of the stage and heads towards another tent, the Citizen and Johnathan step forward together to finish the interview without him, hoping to keep the attention of the assembled to give SSP some time to himself as the scene fades to black.