Admiral Action in One man’s Epilogue is another’s Prologue

Open on a balcony overlooking a city, the morning light shines down on a table on the balcony. On it, sits a breakfast for one. A figure pours himself a glass of orange juice. Drinks it down and heads inside.



As he does so, a man in red ‘Warble Wizard’ enters and presents him with some nicely folded and ironed clothing.



The man throws the grey shirt on, taking time to do each button up properly, but deliberately leaving the top few open.


The man lifts a pair of cuff links. The cuff links are silver ‘A’s, neatly he slides them into the shirt.



He turns to a switched off TV. In the reflection we see the figure is Admiral Action. He smiles at his reflection, then elects to undo one more button. He lifts the remote and switches on the TV.



The TV opens to a news report.  The reporter is stood in a hotel lobby.  While the report plays Action throws on his white suit jacket and adjusts it.




On the TV, grainy zoomed in footage plays of Leslie Jones snapping Chiklis’s neck. The footage cuts as soon as the neck is snapped.




Admiral Action smiles as he gets into an elevator and presses the ground floor button.  The doors close on the man as he grins almost manically. 




The elevator opens onto crowds of people. Journalists snapping photos and fans trying to get autographs from the man who stopped the Barron. The Admiral smiles, he takes some photos and signs some papers as he moves through the group.



The reporter from the TV news earlier is in the group.  Action makes a point to look at her camera and smile directly down it.


A rural farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Leslie Jones, bloodied and dirty sits against the wood. She’s badly wounded, but has made attempts to patch herself up. She’s wearing a handmade cast for a broken arm and has torn some of her trousers to make a covering for a head wound. She breathes heavily before dropping her head into her hand.  In front of her is a small campfire that no longer burns.     




Action has made his way through the crowed, smiling and waving for the photos before getting into a car driven by Warble Wizard.



The two drive down a busy road. Action adjusts his cuff links again. Making sure the ‘A’s sit the right way up.



A few drops of rain start to hit the car.  Action looks out the window at the clouds coming over them.



Admiral Action leans forward and
taps on Warble Wizards shoulder twice.


The car pulls over and Action gets out with a white umbrella in hand.



He starts to walk down the street. The rain now falling heavily around him. He reaches a hand out to let the water touch his hand. He watches it roll off his skin and smiles.



He takes another couple of steps and is stopped by someone pulling on his jacket.



He turns to see a small child stood behind him. The child gestures up with a pad of paper. On the paper shes stuck a flyer for the AWF match down on it.  Action smiles and gets down on his knees. He signs the paper then notices the child has some rain on her face.



Like a caring parent he reaches out and rubs the water of with his thumb.





A large sunny conservatory. A nurse with a napkin wipes some drool of the face of a man in a wheelchair, Kolotov. He’s little more than skin and bones. The fallout from the drug has left little of the man behind. He stares vacantly out of the glass. He doesn’t respond as the drool is wiped away and the nurse starts to wheel him out of the room.  Two nurses lift him up and lie him down in a bed.  He remains totally non responsive.   





Action smiles and stands. He turns to see a large poster for Barron Boneius being hurriedly taken down. The men taking it down notice him.  Admiral Action shoots them a thumbs up.
  The men look back shocked.




A high security prison.  A group of prisons watch on in shock as six heavily armed men escort The Barron, in an orange prison jumpsuit towards a small dark metal room.  The Barron looks at none of them.  The men gesture him into the room, the only light in the room coming from a window at the top, no bigger than a wrist. The Barron still wears a pair of heavy metal ridged conjoined cuffs. The Barron enters the room and the door is slammed closed behind him.



His red eyes remain visible through a small viewing slot. The men spin and click several locks into place before one slams he viewing hole closed.





Action stands outside the AWF hotel. The rain now pours down around him heavily. Once more he checks his cuffs.



He puts the umbrella away, allowing his clothes to get wet for a long moment before walking up to the door. He hurls the umbrella off into some bushes at the side, out of sight.



Entering the hotel the receptionist immediately recognises him. She stares in awe as he walks up, he runs his hands through his hair to get some of the water out.





He smiles towards her and leans on the desk.





The receptionist nods.





He heads into the hotel to formally make his entrance.