The camera fades in, revealing a dimly lit pool hall, the clatter of pool balls echoing in the background. At the center, leaning casually against the pool table with a cue in hand, stands The Blue Shark.
“I’ve always liked the quiet of a pool hall,” The Blue Shark begins, his voice low and steady. “It’s a place where skill and strategy come together. But it’s also about disruption. About breaking things up.” He chalks his cue as he speaks.
“You know, the ACA thinks they’ve got the game all figured out,” he continues, circling the table. “Boswick, Goode, PMS, and Kleen… they’re like these pool balls,” he gestures to the neatly racked balls, “all lined up, thinking they’re in control, setting up their perfect, censored world.”
With a sudden, fluid motion, The Blue Shark strikes, sending the balls scattering across the green felt. “But here’s the thing,” he grins, “I’m the shark in their pool. And sharks, my friends, they create chaos.”
With a calculated shot, The Blue Shark addresses Boswick. “Boswick, you’re trying to censor what doesn’t fit into your little box of morality. But here’s the thing – in my world, we’re not afraid of the truth, no matter how raw or unfiltered it is. We don’t hide from reality; we face it head-on.”
He smoothly sinks another ball, his focus shifting to Tucker. “And Tucker, it’s a real shame, hiding who you really are, fighting against your own truth. You’re caught up in your hypocrisy, but in my world, we stand tall in our truth. We embrace who we are, unashamedly and proudly.”
The Blue Shark’s shot sends another ball rolling effortlessly into the pocket. “Now, PMS, you’re all about conformity, wanting every woman to fit into your narrow definition of ‘proper’. But let me tell you, I’ve seen women out there, stronger and fiercer than you could ever imagine, without conforming to your expectations. In my pool, everyone is free to be themselves, no constraints, no expectations.”
He pauses, lining up his next shot. “And Mr. Kleen, always trying to cleanse the world of what you fear. But you know what? Life isn’t sterile. It’s full of mess, chaos, and that’s what makes it beautiful. You can’t just scrub away the parts you don’t like.”
With a powerful strike, he sinks the last ball. “See, in my pool, we don’t fear chaos. We thrive in it. We don’t play by your rules. We make our own.”
The Blue Shark leans over the table, his tone turning serious. “So, ACA, consider this your invitation to my game. But remember, when you’re in the pool with a shark, you’re in my territory. And I’m not just playing to win. I’m playing to end.”
He straightens up, the cue resting on his shoulder. “You might try to rack us up, set us straight, but remember this,” he says, his voice rising, “In this game, I’m not just a player. I am the chaos you never saw coming. ACA, you’re just balls waiting to be pocketed. And me? I’m the one holding the cue.”
Darkness.