You rang?
Ridge: You showed.
-With a proposition.
Ridge: I'd hate to hear whatever poison those scoundrels responsible for your condition have spun for you to say to me.
-Not quite how that works, but okay. You interested in hearing it?
Ridge: Whatver it is, I'm certain I won't have a choice in the matter. The deal involves something you want, so it'll happen anyways.
-*Smiles*
That's my brother. Tell you what, you beat me, and I will allow our friends to fix- no, break me. That's the better term.
Ridge: The catch?
-If I win, Maelstrom takes the reigns for a while.
Ridge: You wouldn't.
-*Shrugs*
I told you what is going to happen.
*Thunder from the stormcloud grows unnaturally loud*
Now let's get crackin'.
*Ridge is struck by a red lightning bolt, sending him rocketing into the ground*