Monday, January 30th, 2012
The scene opens up to an exterior shot of the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada before slowly moving in towards the direction of the hotel's penthouse suite. The scene then cuts to the interior of that suite, which shows a whole different picture. The room is what was clearly once a beautiful, huge, multi-room penthouse suite, but is currently in a state of complete disrepair. The room is filled with garbage, has a number of turned over pieces of furniture, a variety of broken outcomes and numerous unconscious bodies awkwardly laid throughout the rooms. Suddenly from in the midst of the room a figure pops out of nowhere, seeming to sit up from off of the floor next to the couch that previously blocked the view of him. Upon further examination, it is clear it is the man who just the prior night secured himself the SCW Heavyweight Championship, Nick Jones. After a moment of silence, Nick grabs his head with both hands and lets out one loud, clear sound.
Nick: OWWWWWWWWWW!!!
The noise immediately causes a few more familiar faces to stumble about, as Jimmy Mason attempts to get up from his spot on the kitchen counter, only to fall straight to the floor in a loud crash. At that same time, a few feet away, Big B gets up from his position awkwardly sleeping upside down in a recliner chair. B stumbles over to the area where Mason fell and in one felt swoop, brings him straight from the ground to up on his feet. The two then stumble over towards their employer and help him up to his feet as well. Without saying another word, all three stumble over to the couch a few feet away from them and all plop down on it simulatenously. However, that doesn't last long as the three men, along with the couch cushions go flying off of the couch.
Tony: Whata' ya doin'? Get offa' me!
As the three men hit the floor, they all turn back to see the moved couch cushions have revealed another of their fellow peers, as Tony Capicelli is seen lying flat on the area beneath where they were just sitting moments ago. Tony then pulls himself up, sitting up on the cushionless coach while glaring at the three men. As he's about to say another word, he is quickly cut-off.
Nick: What the hell were you sleeping UNDER the couch cushions for?
Tony gets to respond right away, but then stops himself. He looks around for a moment to evaluate his situation before looking back at Nick and shrugging.
Tony: Hell if I know.
The four men then all stand up and look around the situation surrounding them. After evaluating the situation, Nick seems to be surprisingly somewhat relieved about something. A moment later, the reason for that becomes clear.
Nick: Man am I glad Diana decided to pass on joining us last night.
The three other men nod in acknowledgment as Nick continues to look around.
Nick: Well that should be everyone, but why do I feel like we're missing something?
After the four men try to accomplish what seems to be the difficult task of thought, Tony is the first to speak up.
Tony: Where's da' nerd?
Nick: Who, Max? He doesn't drink.
Big B: Right, he didn't come out with us did he?
Jimmy: I have a vague memory of him last night. I can't remember much, but he was definitely with us when we went out.
Nick: Really? You sure about that? We've never been able to get that dork to come out with us before, what was different this time?
Tony: You's was celebratin' da big win. So I told 'im if he didn't come out I'd kick his ass.
Jimmy: Yeah, I remember that. But instead he just ran and hid under the bed when you said that.
Big B: That's right, but then Nick said if he didn't come he was going to be fired.
Nick seems to suddenly remember this exchange and the thought of B's last recap of the night before brings a smile to his face as Nick chuckles to himself.
Nick: Oh yeah... I can't believe that worked. Ok, so where the hell is he? Did we lose the little guy or something?
At that moment, all four men get quiet as they start to look around, and after a few seconds, all immediately have their attention grabbed at the same time by a faint whining sound. All four men spin towards the direction they hear it coming towards. After a couple of more seconds, another whine comes out and all four men start to head back towards the kitchen area. As they all get there, one more whine comes out, this time clearly much closer than before. They all start looking around and under the counter and table areas, but come back to each other but nothing confused looks and shrugs. Seeming nearly ready to give up, Nick sits up on one of the counters and leans his head back against one of the kitchen cabinets. Another whine comes, and this time Nick he's it more clear than ever. With a rather confused look on his face, Nick slowly spins around and glares at the cabinet behind him. Nick then hops down off the counter and opens up the cabinet, only to see the horrified, curled up body of his poor little accountant, Max.
Nick: Hey there buddy. How you feeling?
Nick looks at Max, who not only doesn't respond, but has his eyes never even move towards Nick. Nick quickly motions over to Tony and Big B, who come right over and then reach up into the cabinet area, slowly and carefully bringing him out and down to the floor. B then takes Max by the arm and slowly guides him over to the couch and tosses one of the cushions back on before seating him on it. Max then sits there nearly comatose on his own, as B waives his hand in front of Max's face without any reaction whatsoever. After a few moments, B walks back over to join Nick, Tony and Jimmy, letting Max relax on his own for a little bit.
Nick: Ok, so let's never bring Max out with us again.
Jimmy: Yeah baby, he's not looking good. I hope you don't need any accounting done any time soon.
Nick: No, but what I do need is to sit my ass back down. This whole standing thing is way too much work.
The three others nod in agreement as all four stumble over to the kitchen table. They quickly just toss all of the garbage that had accrued there over the past day onto the floor, then flip over all of the knocked over chairs before doing the same with them. All four men set down and then seemingly simultaneously, get quiet and let out deep sighs of relief, just enjoying the peace and quiet for a few moments. However, after a couple of seconds, that silence is broken.
Big B: I still can't believe they let us spend the entire night at the place they make M&Ms.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about?
Big B: Didn't you know? We're at the M&M Grand!
The silence returns for a few moments, as Nick, Tony and Jimmy turn to each other looking completely dumbfounded. Nick shakes his head in quiet disgust for a moment before finally responding.
Nick: It's the MGM Grand, you dipshit.
Big B: Oh. So they don't make M&Ms here?
Nick just looks at Big B without saying a word, refusing to even respond to his question before moving on to a different, but obviously somewhat related, topic.
Nick: My headache is suddenly getting worse.
Big B: It's probably because of all of the drinking.
Nick: Yeah sure, if you say so. Whatever it is, I could really use some damn Advil.
Tony: I'm witchu on dat one.
Big B: I got it guys!
Big B heads towards the bathroom as Nick gets up and looks around for a few clean glasses, but the best he can manage is to come up with a few that are at least somewhat capable of holding fluid. Clearly not too concerned with it and not interesting in cleaning them first, Nick starts to fill up a few glasses with water and pass them out to those around him. After a moment, B comes walking out of the bathroom, Advil bottle in hand and a smile on his face.
Big B: Hey guys, you should check this out. There's a bear in here!
Upon hearing this, Nick just drops the glass in his hand is at hits the floor and shatters. The eyes of all Nick, Tony and Jimmy go wide and all three make a mad dash across the suite to where B is standing. As they reach their, Tony immediately pulls Big B out of the doorway as Nick quickly slams the door shut, all three men seeming to have a look of panic on their face. B, on the other hand, seems to look more confused than anything, even for him.
Big B: What's the problem guys?
Nick: The problem? There's a freakin' bear in the bathroom! That's the problem!
Tony: Wus' a matta' wit'chu?
Tony smacks Big B upside the head for his seemingly oblivious remark.
Big B: But it's just...
B isn't allowed to continue as everyone else has now completely phased him out as they discuss amongst themselves.
Nick: Alright, somebody needs to go in there and figure out what's going on.
Jimmy: Baby, B just told us what was going on.
Nick: B's an idiot, we need somebody with at least half a brain to take a look at this.
Tony: Listen boss, I gets paid ta take care a' people, not dees' freakin' animals.
Nick: Well I'm the SCW champion, not to mention the employer for all of you. I'm way too valuable to do it.
Jimmy: Nicky baby, who's the one who made you that valuable? You can't be sending me in there, baby.
Nick: Well then who the hell are we going to send in there?
Nick then turns and looks back at Max and ponders for a moment, before shaking his head and turning back to the others.
Nick: Even I'm not cold enough to do something like that. Talk about throwing someone to the wolves... or, bear, I guess.
Big B tries to interrupt the discussion, but doesn't get very far.
Big B: Listen, guys...
Nick: SHUT UP!!! I don't know how, but I'd bet anything this stupid bear is your fault to begin with.
Nick then takes a deep breath before returning to his conversation with Tony and Jimmy.
Nick: Ok, well one of us has to go in. It sure as hell isn't going to be me, so I'll flip a coin and loser goes in. Who's going to call it.
Tony: I am.
Jimmy: Why do you get to call it?
Tony: 'Cause I can kick yer ass.
Jimmy: Fair enough, you call it.
Nick then flips the coin up in the air, but before it lands Tony snatches the coin out of mid air.
Tony: Heads.
Tony takes a quick look in his palm, and without showing it to anyone else, stares across at Jimmy.
Tony: Heads it is. Get yer ass in there, Jimmy.
Jimmy: But...
Before Jimmy can even say another word, Tony just grabs him by his shirt and drags him closer to the bathroom door, as Jimmy tries to fight free.
Jimmy: Please, baby... don't do this!
Tony doesn't even acknowledge his pleas as he quickly opens up the door, throws Jimmy into the bathroom and slams it right shut behind him, as Jimmy screams in terror as he is thrown in. After just a moment though, the screams stop. Nick and Tony look at each other slightly confused.
Nick: Well that was a quick stop to the screams. You don't think he...
Tony: He ain't dead, he'd be screamin' a lot louder for at least a few seconds before dat happened. Trust me on dat one.
Nick: Well then what the hell happened?
Tony: Dat little pansy pro'ly jus' passed out.
Nick: Well then do we get him out of there, or leave him as bear food?
Before the topic can be discussed any further, the bathroom door opens and out steps Jimmy, with a look of absolute confusion across his face. Without a word, he then takes something from his hand and throws it straight at Big B, hitting him in the head and bouncing off to the floor.
Nick: What the hell happened in there?!?
Jimmy doesn't even say a word, just pointing to the floor where the item he threw at Big B lays. Laying there is none other than a bear, a teddy bear that is. At the same exact moment, all three men look up from the plush toy on the ground to Big B, who seems completely oblivious to what just happened.
Nick: Oh my God, you're even dumber than I ever thought!
Big B: What? Why?
Nick: You told us there was a freakin' bear in the bathroom, you idiot!
Big B: Well yeah, but I was trying to tell you it was a teddy, but you guys wouldn't listen.
Nick: Well maybe you should have made that clear FIRST instead of actually expecting us to listen to your stupid ass. Well at least there's nothing for us to worry about.
Nick then stops and thinks for a moment, and his expression quickly changes, as it seems there is something he is worried about.
Nick: Wait a second. Where the hell did this thing come from? This isn't that psychopath's teddy bear is it? That's the last freakin' thing I need.
Big B: Don't worry, that's not Angel.
Nick: Who?
Big B: Despy's teddy bear, Angel.
Nick: And how the hell do you know that?
Big B: I just know Angel, and I'm telling you, that's not Angel.
Nick: And how exactly do you know this "Angel"?
Big B: We've hung out, duh.
Nick: What do you mean you've hung out? You mean you've hung out with the psychopath who stabbed you in the hand with a freakin' pencil?
Big B: Well yeah, but he apologized for that and helped patch me up. And you know, it's really not nice to insult people with names like that.
Nick looks at B in shock for a moment, before responding to him in a statement clearly dripping with sarcasm.
Nick: Oh yeah, what could I possibly be thinking? Insulting the nutjob who tried to choke me to death for touching his stupid teddy bear? Yeah, I'm soooooo sorry... idiot.
Big B: It's ok, apology accepted.
Nick just stares blankly at Big B, completely astonished by the unmatched level of cluelessness coming from his cousin. Nick then grabs the Advil pill bottle out of Big B's hand and quickly downs a couple without another word. Tony quickly grabs the bottle from Nick once he's done and does the same, immediately followed by Jimmy. Big B of course once again seems completely unaware of anyone's issues with what he's said. Everyone then goes and walks back over towards the couch where Max still sits unmoved, with Big B the last one to follow, grabbing the teddy bear from the floor before heading after them. They then replace the rest of the cushions for the couch Max is on, as well as the other couch next to it, before all taking a seat.
Nick: So nobody remembers a damn thing from last night, huh?
Tony: Nope.
Jimmy: Not really.
Big B: At least not anything after we left this room.
Nick: Well that certainly doesn't help us then, does it? It's just so strange. I feel like at this point everyone's here. Diana wasn't with us, Max is comatose over there, then there's the four of us. Although part of me kind of wishes we did lose B, and then we could not look for him.
Big B: Don't you mean you WOULD look for me?
Nick: Yeah sure, whatever. Anyway, I still feel like something is missing. What could it be?
Big B: Wasn't Hot Stuff out with us last night?
Tony: Ya know what? I t'ink da big dufus is right.
Nick: Oh yeah, I forgot all about that. Where the hell is that limey bastard anyway? Well he did have his own room. I'm sure he just went back there and is just fine.
Jimmy: Maybe so, but it's always good business to check on the boss-man, baby.
Nick: Yeah, I guess. I'll give him a call and make sure he's alright.
Nick pulls his cell phone out from his pocket and puts it on speaker phone, dealing Mark's number. After a few rings, the phone is heard to be answered. The first sound heard from the other end is a rather unpleasant groan. It is then followed by the rather miserable sounding voice of "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.
HS: I f#cking hate you, yank.
The only sound after heard after that is Mark hanging up and the call disconnecting. Nick looks to the other guys and shrugs his shoulders, chuckling a little bit at Mark's comment.
Nick: Well I guess he's alright. Well, alive at least. I guess that's it then, it doesn't look like we're missing anyone. So what is it that's nagging me so much?
Nick seems to be thinking, and sits back in the couch, plopping his hands down in his lap. Nick then starts to pat around a bit by his waist, and after a few seconds his eyes go wide and leaps up off of the couch.
Nick: Where the hell is my title belt?!?
Nick immediately gets panicked, and starts tearing the slightly back together penthouse back apart. Nick rips all of the empty cushions off of the couches, looking under them, with Big B, Tony and Jimmy all getting up out of the way as he gets to them. As Nick approaches where Max is seated, he even tosses Max straight off the couch to check under where he was seated. As the other three help Max back up, Nick continues to scramble around the rest of the penthouse looking for it. Jimmy eventually walks over to Nick and steps in front of him to get his attention.
Jimmy: Nick, baby, it will be alright, we'll find it. Did you check the bedroom? Hell, the reason you were even passed out on the floor out here is because you probably gave the belt your bed.
Nick: Good point.
Without another word Nick bolts straight to the master bedroom door and charges straight in. The other four men, still outside in the living area, then hear their boss scream out.
Nick: What the hell?!?
Tony and Big B toss Max back down on the couch before the two of them and Jimmy go running into the bedroom to check on Nick. As they enter, they see Nick standing at the foot of the bed, staring at it's occupants. Inside of the bed is a couple of familiar faces as lying asleep are none other than SCW manager Shane Boswell along with his cousin and former tag team partner, Matt Grove. Even despite the screaming, neither man appears to have even moved an inch. Nick then turns to the recently entered Tony.
Nick: Wake these morons up.
Tony walks over towards the bed and takes his hand and at the same moment, uses on each man to slap them right across the face. Both men immediately pop up in the bed, looking around through groggy and barely opened eyes.
Shane: W... what's going on?
Matt: Dude, shutup and scoot over.
Matt pushes Shane further over in the bed and then goes to lay back down to go back to sleep, but another slap across the face from Tony puts a quick end to that, as Matt pops right back up.
Matt: What?!?
Nick: You two have fun together last night?
Matt and Shane look at each other for a moment rather confused, and then realize how closely together they were sleeping and each immediately pushes away from far side of the bed.
Shane: Come on dude, it's not like that.
Nick: Hey, we don't judge. You guys can sleep with whoever you like. Just don't be doing it in my bed.
Matt: No way dude! That isn't it, it's just... we're family dude.
Nick and his entourage members all look at one another after that response and laugh for a moment. Nick then turns back to the two men still in bed.
Nick: Hate to break it to you, but I think that only makes it worse. That crap isn't legal in most states you know, but I guess "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas", right?
Shane: Awww, dude. That's not cool.
Matt: Yeah, whatever. If you guys don't mind, I could still use some more sleep.
Matt tries to wave off their four bedroom guests but with just a nod from Nick, Tony walks over and pulls both men out of bed, who both still appear to be fully dressed, shoes and all.
Nick: You two care to explain what you're even doing here?
Shane: What, you really think we remember?
Matt: Ha, yeah right!
Nick: Well if not, why did you even come out in the first place. Let's be honest here, none of us even like each other.
Matt and Shane both seem insulted for a moment, but then turn to each other, shrug and nod as they realize he's right before responding.
Matt: Maybe so, but we're always up to drink, dude. It doesn't really matter who it is.
Shane: Yeah, Matt's kind of got a point there. And in all truth, we kind of came out just to see our cousin Mark. Where is he anyway?
Nick: I called him before. He's fine. Hungover, but fine. Oh, and before I forget, why don't you take this back to that psycho friend of yours.
Nick turns to Big B and rips the teddy bear out of his grasp and throws it at Shane. Shane, not so quick to react, has the bear bounce right off his face. He looks at the bear lying on the ground and does nothing before turning back to Nick.
Shane: That's not Angel.
Nick: Apparently not. Whatever... you idiots seen my belt?
Matt: This one?
Matt walks up to Nick and puts his finger right about against the leather belt currently around Nick's waste, on his pants. Nick quickly smacks Matt's hand away.
Nick: No, the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt you moron.
Matt: Oh... nope.
Nick: Damnit. Alright, let's keep looking. You two idiots come with us.
All six of the men turn and leave the bedroom. Big B once again makes sure to grab the teddy bear again before leaving the room. As they get back into the main living area, Nick, Tony, B and Jimmy all split up and start looking around for the title belt. Meanwhile, Shane stumbles over and plops himself down in the a seat at the kitchen table, while Matt makes a bee-line straight for the refrigerator. Matt opens up the door and then proceeds to pull out a 12-pack of Bud Light bottles. Matt then walks back to the kitchen table, puts the entire case on the table and takes the seat across from Shane. Everyone else turns and looks at Matt with shock, as he opens up the case and pulls out two bottles, popping the tops off of both before putting one down in front of Shane and starting to drink the other. Nick then turns back to B, who is the closest person to him and quietly says to him.
Nick: What the hell is wrong with those two?
B simply shrugs in response. Meanwhile, as Matt is already half way through his beer, he looks across the table at Shane, who sits there with his hands on his head and has left his beer untouched so far.
Matt: Dude.
Shane: What?
Matt: DUDE!
Shane: Seriously, don't even start with that crap. What do you want?
Matt: Geez Mr. Crabby Pants. What's with you?
Shane: I feel like crap, what does it look like?
Matt: Well I gave you a bottle of the perfect medicine and you're not even enjoying it!
Shane: I don't need another drink. Last night was plenty, and I've got a freakin' headache.
Matt: Don't be like that, a little hair of the dog that bit you never hurt anyone.
Shane: Why don't you just piss off, huh cuz?
Matt: Oh super, now we've got Sober Shane back. This is always a real blast.
Shane: You know what? Screw you man, I'm getting sick and tired of your crap.
Matt: Yeah whatever, why don't you whine about it some more. Maybe instead of a beer I should grab you a cranberry juice, it seems like it's that time of the month, sweetheart.
Nick, B, Tony and Jimmy are now all watching on, laughing to themselves, but trying to keep as quiet as possible as they want to see how this continues to go.
Shane: Oh, HARDY FREAKIN' HAR... you are just SOOOO funny. I'm sorry that on occasion I choose to act like I have more than one brain cell.
Matt: And a vagina, don't forget your vagina.
Shane: Well then I guess last night was the closest you've been to one in months.
Matt: You mean other than your sister?
Shane, and everyone else for that matter, all turn to Matt with a disgusted look because of his last comment.
Shane: That's your cousin! What the hell is wrong with you?
Matt: Oh yeah, I meant... other than your girlfriend?
Shane: I swear I'm ready to slap the taste right out of your mouth.
Matt: Oooooo, I'm SO scared. The big bad Sober Shane is going to throw his little girly slaps and then pout me to death.
Shane: If I drink the damn beer will you just shut the hell up already?
Matt: Um... ok.
Shane picks up his beer and before he can even take a sip, Matt reaches his bottle across the table to cheers with Shane. Shane glares at Matt for a moment, before clinking their bottles together. Shane then takes a quick sip of the beer, as Matt tosses back the entire remainder of his bottle. Matt then pulls two more bottles out from the case, opening them both and now putting a second down in front of Shane, who simply lets out a sigh as Matt starts to drink his second. Meanwhile, after tearing apart the entire room, Nick plops back down on the couch with a serious look of disappointment and worry on his face. He is soon joined by Tony, B and Jimmy, as they all try to develop a plan.
Nick: I cannot believe this. Of all the things in the world to lose. I just can't believe I allowed this to happen. Now I know it had to be one of your faults, but regardless we need to get the damn thing back.
The entourage members all seem to look at each other after Nick's accusation, but are all wise enough to say nothing.
Nick: I value that belt more than anything, including any of you maroons, so it doesn't make sense that I would just up and lose it. Something had to have happened. We need to go back and retrace our steps from last night. The problem is, first we need to figure out where the hell we were. We're going to need to go around and talk to everyone we can find. No matter what it takes, no matter what the cost, we will find my belt again.
Tony: Sure t'ing boss. Dats what we're here for. We's gonna find dat belt a' yas, no problem.
Nick: I appreciate that Tone, but we need to figure out where to start or we can be looking forever. We just have to think up some sort of plan.
Nick sits back to think things over, letting out a sigh. He then looks down for a moment, and catches a glimpse of the watch on the wrist of Big B, who is sitting right next to him. Nick quickly grabs B's arm and pulls the watch closer, taking a look at it with eyes wide open.
Nick: Holy crap! Is that really the time?
With that, Jimmy leans over and takes a look at the watch as well.
Jimmy: Nicky, baby, you have to get going. The SCW house show starts in just a half hour, and you're booked to appear on it.
Nick: Are you kidding me? Look at me, I can't freakin' wrestle like this.
Jimmy: It's no problem, baby. I was able to make sure you weren't booked to fight. Mark and Christian just said they want you there to talk about your title win.
Nick: Fine, well then I better get my ass moving. I'm counting on you three to take care of this mess then. Just take care of him...
Nick points over to Max, still not having moved or spoken, sitting on the far end of one of the couches they are on.
Nick: Get those two dipshits out of here...
Nick then points over to Matt and Shane, but ends up interrupting himself as he watches their completely changed situation in awe. The two cousins now seem to be getting along better than ever. The 12-pack the opened not long ago has been completely finished off, and the two are now taking turns drinking out of a stray liquor bottle they found laying around the room. As Nick and his entourage watch on in disbelief, the former Life of the Party members start to speak to each other.
Matt: Dude.
Shane: What?
Matt: DUDE!!
Shane: WHAT?!?
Matt: DUDE! DUDE! DUDE!
Shane: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
Matt: Um... I forget.
Shane and Matt both simply laugh at this, and then attempt to high five one another, but completely whiff on the attempt, instead just smacking each other in the head. They both laugh even more at this, while also rubbing their own heads from the hits. Nick shakes his head at this scene before turning back to his entourage members.
Nick: Wow, those two are... something. By comparison you look like a freakin' genius.
Nick motions over to B as he makes that comment, which draws a smile from Big B, clearly unaware of the quite backhanded manner of the compliment.
Nick: Anyway, as I was saying... take care of him, get rid of those clowns and most importantly of all... find my damn belt!
Tony: You's got it boss.
Jimmy: Not a problem, baby.
Big B: Sure thing, cuz.
Nick: Good, and I don't want to see ANY of you again until that belt is either in your hands or mine. Got it? Now I've got the hell out of here and make us all some more money.
Nick gets up off the couch and groggily stumbles up and out of the door to the penthouse suite, slamming the door shut behind him. The loud slam briefly catches the attention of Matt and Shane, who both look up for a moment before returning to their drinking. Meanwhile, Tony, Jimmy and Big B all try to figure out what they're going to do now.
Jimmy: Why do I have a feeling those fans are going to get a very unpleasant person to deal with... even for Nick.
Tony: Yeah, but if we don't find dat belt, we's gonna have ta deal wit' even worse.
Big B: Good point. We better get started.
With that, all three men get off the couch and start to go on their hunt, deciding to worry about Max and the drunken cousins later. The scene then fades out.
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Later that day...
The scene opens up inside of a local arena where SCW is setup to hold one of their house show events. After a few moments of down time between a couple of matches on the card, the PA system suddenly comes alive. "It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" "Cocky" by Kid Rock kicks on and without a moments hesitation, Nick Jones stumbles out from behind the curtain, still wearing the same clothes for earlier, without his title belt and holding his head in pain. The fans boo loudly, but Nick can't be bothered to acknowledge it in the least, as he stumbles his way down the ramp with his eyes nearly closed. Once he hits the bottom of the ramp he just slides straight into the ring, rips the microphone out of the hand of Justin Decent and begins to speak.
Nick: Oh will you people just shut up?!
The reaction is the one that is most obvious, but clearly not seen coming by Nick, as the fans no boo even more loudly than before. Nick puts his hands on his ears trying to muffle the sound as he closes his eyes again, the bright lights on the ring clearly bothering him. As the fans eventually quiet down, Nick removes his hand from his ears and instead uses it to block the light coming from above.
Nick: Geez, can we knock down the brightness on these freakin' lights?
A moment later the lights dim and Nick losers his hand.
Nick: Was that so hard? Now as I was about to say...
Before Nick can get out another word, the fans suddenly burst out into no boos, clearly for no other reason than to just piss Nick off. Nick covers up his ears again and waits, as after a little while, the fans slowly tire and quiet down. Nick then lowers his hands and speaks again.
Nick: You idiots done now?
The reaction to that is of course only even louder boos, but instead of trying to cover his ears this time, he just screams over the noise.
Nick: You know what?!? Forget this shit, I'm out of here!
Nick throws down the microphone and slides out of the ring. He tries to job up the ramp to get out as quickly as possible, but still clearly being out of it, stumbles along the way as the fans boo as loudly as they can. Nick then stumbles his way back through the curtain.
The scene cuts backstage where Nick is just seen coming through the curtain, and waiting there for him is none other than SCW Co-President "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, with a big smile on his face and a bag over his shoulder. Nick shoots him a sideways glance before speaking.
Nick: What the hell are you so happy about?
HS: Hey, don't take it out on me just because you're still hungover and I'm not.
Nick: Oh shutup. Well if you wouldn't mind getting out of my way, I have something I need to take care of.
HS: Oh... are you looking for something?
Nick shoots Hot Stuff a look of confusion, wondering where that came from.
HS: This... perhaps?
With that, Mark reaches into his bag and pulls out from it the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt. Without saying a word, Nick rips the belt out of Mark's hands and grips it tightly, hugging the belt as a big smile comes across his face. After a few moments, he looks back to Mark.
Nick: Thanks man, how the hell did you find this?
HS: Here's the funny thing, I didn't exactly need to find it.
Nick: What are you talking about?
HS: Well... as frightening of a concept as this may be, I was the most sober one in the group.
Nick: What, did you give up drinking for the month or something?
HS: No, of course not, what kind of idiot would do a thing like that.
Nick and Mark both get quiet for a moment as they both turn and look at the camera. A slight cough is then heard in the background. After a second of that, the two men face back towards each other and continue.
HS: Anyway, I was the most sober, knowing I had to run this show today and decided it was time for me to head back. Seeing the shape you were in at that time, I figured if I let you keep that belt on you for the rest of the night you'd lose it, end up betting it on something, or end up in a drunken bar room title match.
Nick just chuckles at the last possibility, knowing how true it probably is.
HS: So when I was leaving, I just decided to take it with me. I figured you so obliterated you would never even notice it was missing until you sobered up this morning anyway. From the looks of things, I think I was right.
Nick: Whatever man, I would normally be pissed about something like that, but I was so drunk you probably did the right thing anyway. I'm just thrilled to have my belt back. Thanks a ton man.
HS: Any time, yank.
Nick then grabs Hot Stuff and hugs him, while Mark seems a little uncomfortable and unsure of what to do about it, lightly patting Nick on the back as he looks around strangely. Nick eventually lets get and walks off, clutching his belt in both hands and staring down at it intently as the scene fades.
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Saturday, February 18th, 2012
The scene opens up in the hotel room of Nick Jones and the Entourage, at the Palms Casino and Resort in Las Vegas, Nevada, sight of the SCW supercard Blaze of Glory. In the room at the time are Nick, Diana, Tony, who are all seated on the couch, and Big B who is seated in a chair. They are all in front of the TV, as promos from various SCW wrestlers are being aired. The one currently being shown is one of Nick's Blazy of Glory opponents, Damon Synn. While the others watched, Nick seems to be far more focused on his SCW Heavyweight Championship belt.
Nick: I'll never lose you again, my dearest.
Diana just glares at Nick, looking rather annoyed with the affection Nick is showing his title belt. All of the sudden, the atmosphere quickly changes as Big B jumps up out of his chair screaming.
Big B: I'LL KILL HIM!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
B then grabs the chair he was sitting in, lifts it over his head and heaves it straight out the hotel room window, causing glass to go shattering everywhere and the chair to go flying out into the darkness of the Vegas night. Nick immediately leaps out of his seat on the couch and gets in Big B's facing, screaming.
Nick: What the hell is wrong with you?!?
Big B: That son of a bitch Damon Synn! I'm going to tear his head off!
Nick: What the hell happened.
Big B: He called me... he called me that name.
Nick: Are you serious with this shit? Dude, it's your freakin' name. You seriously need to get over this crap. Who gives a crap if you called you Bernard.
Big B doesn't say a word, but only reacts by grabbing Nick by his shirt collar and pulling him right up into his face. Tony quickly leaps up off the couch, fist clenched and ready to swing, but Nick quickly waives Tony off, putting a stop top it. Nick then grabs B's hands and slowly removes them from his shirt, as B tries to calm himself down.
Nick: It means nothing B, so try not to worry about it. You know as well as I do, all that loser can do is talk. Once he steps into that ring I'm going to embarrass him, and I'll make sure I get a little extra in there for you, cuz. When I'm done with him, when I've thoroughly embarrassed him in that ring, and destroy him for everyone to see, the man will not have another word to say to or about any of us again. And not only that, once I'm with him, you can feel free to do whatever you want to what's left of him. How does that sound.
The expression on B's face quickly turns to a bit of a sadisitic grin.
Big B: That sound fantastic.
Nick: Good. Now take Tony downstairs and take care of this little "incident" before the cops show up. I have no doubt you two can be very convincing with the management.
Tony nods in acknowledgment and waives over to B to follow him. The two men walk out of the room to go address the result of B's tantrum as Nick sits back down on the couch. He continues to barely pay attention to the promos being aired, or his own girlfriend, as all of his focus goes back to his title belt. Diana sits there, looking at Nick in disgust, as the scene fades.
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Sunday, February 26th, 2012
The scene opens up inside of the Palms Casino and Resort in Las Vegas, Nevada, just under an hour until the start of SCW's latest and greatest supercard event, Blaze of Glory. The arena is set and ready to go, and the fans have started filing into their seats, ready for a little of the pre-show action that typically accompanies events like these. Just as expected, one of those moments is clearly about to occur as the PA system kicks on and the words can be heard echoing throughout the arena, "It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" and "Cocky" by Kid Rock kicks on. The reactions are nothing but boos, as everyone knows what is coming next and as expected, moments later the curtain parts and out steps the SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones. At that point, the boos only intensify as Nick, already dressed and ready in his ring gear with his title belt fastened around his waste, strikes a flexing pose, accompanied by a giant grin across his face. A moment later he is accompanied by his lovely girlfriend Diana Roberts, who comes out and takes him by the arm as they begin to walk down the ramp, and only moments later are followed by the emergence from the back of Tony Capicelli and "Big" B. Jones. They all proceed down the ramp and as they reach the ring, Nick takes Diana by the hand and leads her up the ring steps, before then following her up the steps and holding open the ring ropes for it, happily watching as she bends over in front of him to climb in. Nick then follows in after her as Tony and B both wait outside of the ring. Nick walks across the ring towards the timekeepers area and has one of the SCW crew members toss him a microphone before heading back to the center of the ring. Nick puts his left arm around Diana while pulling his title belt off of his waist and putting it over his right shoulder. Nick then waits for the crowd to eventually quiet down before raising the mic to his mouth and beginning to speak.
Nick: Well, well, well. The more things change the more they seem to stay the same. This company has turned into one giant carbon copy, with every man who steps into this ring being no different than the ones before him. It's amazing how many times I have to hear the same things repeated over and over from a whole slew of different people, yet not a single one of them has ever been able to back those words up for even a moment. By now, I'm sure even you idiots here in this arena know what I'm talking about.
Unsurprisingly, the last comment draws loud boos from the crowd, which only brings a smile to Nick's face.
Nick: Man you people just make it too easy. The bottom line is I'm talking about those pair of losers who think they have a shot when they step in the ring with me tonight, Damon Synn and Kain. They try to tell me, or more accurately, convince themselves, that I'm washed up, but here I am with a title that neither man has ever touched, and tonight they will learn for certain that they damn sure never will. Go take a look over at that SCW roster. Who in this entire company has more victories than anyone else? That's right, that would once again be the SCW Champion, the one and only, Nick Jones.
More boos follow, but Nick does not even hesitate, as he talks straight through them.
Nick: Synn, you can ramble on all you want about your little streak, but who the hell have you faced worth a damn? Not one single person. I have still yet to lose a singles match in this company, and have done that in matches when I EARNED my #1 Contenders spot and won I EARNED my place as SCW Champion. But oh, Kain will ramble on and on, crying about how it was all my fault that we lost our tag team match together. Funny thing is, I remember distinctly hearing that little slut of yours go on and on about how it wasn't your fault because you were "nowhere near the ring". Think about Einstein, ever consider for a moment that might be a slight bit of a problem? The truth is, the only reason that match was loss was because I was facing a three-man team, by myself, because as your own lady admitted, you were nowhere near the ring. Not to mention, our third "partner" had already dedicated himself to the losers on the other side of that ring. So after already being left to a 4-on-1 battle, I still did it all by myself, and had that loser Spike down for the count, until that spineless little punk Matt Ward ran in and jumped me from behind, which is the last time any of us saw him before he went running scared out of SCW. So congratulations Kain, you were so completely useless in the match, that I had a 5-on-1 contest won if you had just been competent enough to allow me to get the pinfall victory I had already secured, instead of standing there and watching those losers cheat their way to victory, but even that was asking too much. I'm not sure what's more pathetic, you trying to excuse away your loss because you were so useless that it couldn't be your fault, or Synn walking around like he's the greatest of all time because he's beaten the biggest nobodies losers in all of SCW, who couldn't score a win over anyone if their lives depended on it. Then there's me, as long as I don't have some useless loser who I have to try to waste my time teaming with, I'll beat anyone they put in front of me. Hell, I already had a 5-on-1 match in the bag if it wasn't for Kain, so now that I don't have to worry about that loser dragging me down, and instead get the glorious benefit of having him as an opponent, I have no doubt that I can and will take both of them apart exactly when and how I choose. The truth is, both of you clowns want to ramble on and on, trying to act like such big, scary tough guys and think if you act all serious, it's going to make you all that much more impressive, but in the end your words are nothing more than that. They mean absolutely nothing. Neither of you have proven a thing. My words are simply an extension of everything I've done in this ring. I have proven time and again I'm not only as good as I say I am, I'm actually that much better than that, and everyone else in this company. If you want to know how good I am, to see all the evidence that you need, just take a look at what I've got here on my left arm.
A smile comes across the face of Diana, as Nick has his left arm around her, and she raises her arm to what actually generates a few cheers and hoots from the crowd. Nick then looks over at her confused and then suddenly seems to understand what just happened.
Nick: Oops, allow me to correct myself, all the evidence that is needed is on my RIGHT arm.
Nick looks over to his right and lifts the SCW title belt from his left shoulder high up into the air, generate a chorus of boos as Diana looks rather unhappy with Nick's correction. Diana glares at Nick for a moment, but he seems completely oblivious as he continues.
Nick: Just remember, in the end you can talk all you want, but there is only one man in this company who holds the record for most victories, there's only man who currently reigns supreme as Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, and you can try to talk your way around it as much as you want, that can't be changed now, and it won't be changed in this ring tonight. It's funny how I keep hearing endless whining and crying throughout the company about me not deserving this title, but my question for you is I do don't deserve it, then who the hell does? My opponents for tonight were going to get the chance to actually earn their shot, but instead they get it handed to them because another spineless loser went running scared from me for the second time in a row, this time it being that loser Blake. Hate to break it to you boys, but neither of you have earned shit. That point will be made perfectly clear here tonight, I promise you that. You see, I earned my shot. I earned it ten times over. Not only did I win a match to earn my spot as #1 Contender, I then had to deal with time after time after time of a certain Co-Owner trying to screw my out of my shot, out of my title, and he's still trying to do that to this day, and that's the only reason you two clowns will be standing in this ring with me tonight. Unfortunately for the two of you, and our boss Christian, it didn't work before, and it won't work now. Like it or not, the truth is I am the only man in this company's history who has ever earned their shot at this title, MY title!
Nick raises the belt up again to another round of boos.
Nick: Have any of these other clowns done anything close to what I have done in this ring? Nope. Yet, look at these losers who have gotten their title shots. Before our new colleague got his crap together and just went by "JT", what did he ever do? Oh, he was 2nd place in the match to become the first SCW Heavyweight Champion. Whoop-dee-doo. Second place is nothing but first loser, and it's good for absolutely nothing. So then "JT" gets himself a title shot and does he win the title? Nope, he can't get the job done in under an hour, so no title for him. So what does SCW do? Well, they give him another unearned shot of course! And what does he do? He lets his opponent pin himself to win the championship. Yeah, REAL impressive. It only took three chances before your incompetent opponent, a tag team wrestler someone holding the top prize, finally just beat himself. And what does our new champ do before he can ever even defend the title? He runs off with his tail between his legs. So who is SCW left with? Well the #1 contender of course, the guy who EARNED his shot... me. And what happens then? Well I have to face off against some clown who never earned his shot to get MY belt. Of course, I whooped his ass around the ring and walked out as champion. So now who needs to earn themselves a shot? Oh, well nobody apparently, let's just hand another unearned shot to that loser Blake! Yeah, that's setting just a fantastic example SCW, the more big matches you lose, the more shots at the title you'll get! Of course, just like the last guy set to face me, he goes running off scared as well. So here we are again, trying to figure out who has EARNED a shot at my title. I gave SCW a lot of credit, because they had booked themselves a new #1 contenders match for Blaze of Glory, and I would have been more than happy to beat around the ring whichever loser at least somehow earned their shot. But oh wait, with Blake running off scared, why bother making these guys earn their shot? Instead, why not just give them BOTH a shot without ever accomplishing a single thing to ever earn that shot? Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant plan. Maybe when I beat both of these clowns, they'll both get another shot too. That would seem to be about on par for SCW's recent strategy. Maybe I should just drag one of you punks from the audience into the ring right now, pin your asses in the center of this ring and before you know it, you'll be lined up for a shot at the next supercard!
Nick laughs to himself as another chorus of boos fills the arena. Nick goes to continue speaking, but is cut-off as a fan close by at ringside continues to scream at Nick after the rest of the crowd has died down.
Nick: Oh will you shut up already?
Fan: Come on tough guy, why don't you take a shot at me?
Nick: Hey moron, I wasn't being serious. Trust me, wasting my time beating the crap out of some pathetic loser who lives in his mom's basement isn't exactly what I'm looking to be doing with my time right now.
Fan: You suck, loser. I bet you hit like a girl!
Nick: You can't possibly be stupid enough to think that me stepping out of this ring and hitting you hard that you shit your own pants is going to get you an SCW title shot, are you? Even I have to give the SCW fans more credit than being that stupid, but you're really dragging that average intelligence level down even further.
Fan: What's the matter? You too scared!
Nick doesn't say another word in response, and instead turns over towards Tony and gives him a quick, subtle nod. The fan in question continues to scream out a bevy of insult and expletives in Nick's direction, but Nick just stands there, not responding at all, watching the scenario unfold with a slight smirk across his face. Meanwhile, Tony walks around the ringside area towards the smack-talking fan who's sitting right up in the front row. As Tony gets closer, the fan turns to look at him and seems to be about to send some insults in his direction as well, but never gets that far, as one quick swing by Tony nails a stiff punch right to the face of the fan, and sends him crumbling to the arena floor in a heap, and down to the ground in an unconscious.
Nick: Thanks, Tone.
Tony looks back at Nick and nods in acknowledgment before rejoining Big B over by the rampway.
Nick: Uh oh, what was I thinking, now I'm sure Damon Synn will have some thoughts on that. After all, not wanting to waste my time on some loser fan and having my fantastic employee Tony take care of it for me apparently proves some sort of great point about how good I am in the ring, when Tony is nowhere to be seen, and I'm winning the SCW Championship. Try to paint whatever picture you want buddy, but the truth is that as good as these guys are at what they do, I didn't need them to win a title, and I won't need them to defend on either. You see Synn, let me clue you in on something you will never, ever understand. When you are the very best this business has to offer, as I am, there's just too many people who always want a shot at you. I don't have time for useless trash who aren't worth my effort, and that's why I'm lucky enough to have a guy as good at what he does as my man Tony here. Frankly, I have no doubt either Tony or B could take you out without breaking a sweat, but that's not how this is going down. You were lucky enough to be handed a shot you never earned, and stupid enough to accept it. So now, I guess I'll just have to take the time out to take care of this myself. And you can ramble on all you want about how good I still may be, but I didn't need either of these guys out there to take this championship home, and I certainly won't need them to beat the sorry little asses of you or Kain.
Nick looks over to both Tony and B, who both smile and nod approvingly in Nick's direction.
Nick: And of course, as for you Kain, I see you took exception to me pointing our your name as an obvious knock-off of some deformed loser in another company. Well I guess that's my mistake, what could I have possibly been thinking. I mean you, rip something off from another company's star? You would never do such a thing. Obviously you're not anything like that similarly named fellow OR any other of his co-workers, right? After all, I've certainly never heard anyone else your ultra unique self-dubbed nickname of the "King of Kings". That's so damn original, how did you ever come up with that?
Nick laughs to himself before continuing.
