Electra: "If you think about it we are the enemies because we are foreign. This might have been a mistake."
She is worried because of the things she had read on social media. Jafar enters the scene and looks at Mufasa standing gloriously tall as normal. He is very proud of his soon to be brother in Law. Jafar feels like he has done very well for himself, he is honestly adapting to the capitalist way of living much better than his father or mother had given him credit for. Why would he leave a beautiful palace? Why would he give up a harem of 9000 women for just Electra? Simple because he wants more, who needs a small nation when you could overthrow the world? Who needs a world when you could own the Universe?
Jafar rubs his hands as his mind slips away from him but his turban keeps his cosmic thoughts restrained inside his head. This Prison has allowed him to focus on one point. Once he owns the prison he will step beyond that as the IWS Universe Champion, but that is very far ahead my friends.
Electra: "My truest, I am so grateful for the condemnations you have gotten for us."
Looking around this cell actually is a lot cleaner than most of them, and it was away from the General Pop section. Very few would actually be in this section in fact thanks to a deal he has made with the Warden. Money is Money and has no prejudice. Still Jafar has named them the Cold Streak Assassins for a reason. They are to assassinate every one that is weak, it is survival of the fittest when it really comes down to it. Luckily for him his money still speaks, but what if money was not the currency?
Jafar: "Thank-you. Only the best. Mufasa my friend please. I know that you are facing Lance Diamond, this guy is say a second maybe third generation wrestler. His bloodline is long and truly gangster. We are from kings and warriors. What has America taught you my friend? We must be cold and we must stomp on the enemy. This week Lance Diamond is our enemy. That James Ryder is our enemy. They are weak from Hallowicked and we shall capitalize. Do you understand me my friend?"
He asks as he pats Mufasa on the shoulder, it was impressive how effective Jafar was on getting through to Mufasa who everyone writes off as a big slow dummy. Still he is BIG! All he needs is focus and Jafar is that director taking this giant to a new height.
Mufasa: "Yes, Mufasa crush."
He chuckles at Mufasa and straightens his turban back on, he likes that spirit. YES! What a great fighter this man is, and the way Americans can't help their carnal desires my wife is also a great weapon.
Jafar: "Yes, YES! My friend, yes! We are cold and ruthless. Why because we are the warriors fighting for the right to rule. Who would follow a weak coward like our current Champion? Not I! Would you?"
Mufasa shakes his head and slams his fist on his hand symbolizing what he would do to such a command of anyone. This again makes Jafar smirk and rub his chin. H catches a glance of Electra watching him plot and mold Mufasa to what he needs him to be.
Jafar: "We all want someone that takes control, and in this land nobody wants that more than the people that are paying to see us fight. Do not disappoint them Mufasa. Remind them what a big tank you are out there my friend! Do it for our survival here, do it for our prestige! The CSA!"
Mufasa: "YES! CRUSH!"
He stood up and walked past Elextra and to the door that lead to the Yard it is not time for Injection yet so the guard try and stop him, but Mufasa throws all of them off him and against the walls like flies. He hits the door till it opens before Jafar stops him.
Jafar: "Wait my friend, just wait. Let us meditate until entrance time. Your energy must be saved."
The guards surround him and get ready to taze him, but Mufasa sits down like a rock and folds his hands together. Jafar negotiates with the guards and offers them all some of his gold from home to have them look past this.
