A few weeks ago...

The luxurious home of SCW Hall of Famer, Nick Jones.  Inside to the living room, where Jones is sprawled out across his leather couch, watching television.  A buzzing sound is heard, Nick pulls out his cell phone.  Nick is reading the name of the incoming caller, which is all too familiar:  Christian Underwood.  Nick's eyebrow raises, before letting out a sigh and clicking the "Decline".  Just a few moments later, the doorbell rings.  Nick is unphased, and continues to flip through the channels, ignoring the doorbell.  A few moments later, the bell rings again and Nick quickly looks annoyed.  He mutes the television and loudly calls out.

Nick: Hey Tony, get that!

With no response coming of any kind, a few more moments pass before the bell rings again, causing the look Nick's face, and tone of his voice, to become that much more irritated.

Nick: Damnit.  B!  Will you get the damn door!?!

Again no response, as an even more quick follow-up ring comes after it.  Nick tries to calm himself as he calls out once more.

Nick: Dee, babe, you got that?

Immediately after another lack of response, the doorbell now goes into a mode of constant ringing, again and again and again.  The momentarily self-calmed Nick comes to a quick end as jumps up off the couch.

Nick: Damn it!  Where the hell is everyone?!?

Nick angrily stomps towards the front door of the home, in the process stubbing his toe and making him even more furious.

Nick: Son of a....

Nick continues to hop along, eventually reaching the door, and pulls it open with an overly-physical tug, angrily spouting out before he even sees who is at the door.

Nick: What the hell do you want?!?

As the door finishes opening, Christian Underwood stands there with a giant smirk on his face.  Christian quickly looks Nick up and down, and seeing Nick still hopping on one foot after his prior toe-stubbing, quickly responds with a sarcastic tone.

Christian: Faking an injury already?

Nick quickly stands up straight and gets serious, but with less anger, as he glares at Christian.

Nick: What are you doing here?

Christian: Welllll... I have been trying to talk to you, but strangely enough every single call I made has gone straight to voicemail.  So I figured I better check in and make sure everything is going alright.  Something funny going on with your phone?

The tone in Christian's voice makes it clear that he knows full well what Nick has been doing, but Nick plays it off, making a point to respond very matter-of-factly.

Nick: Odd.  You know how it is with tech these days... always acting up.

Christian: I guess so.  I've even left you voicemails, you had to have gotten at least a few of those, right?

Nick: Nope, not a single one.

With Nick's phone still in his hand, it vibrates as the notification comes up "New Voicemail from Christian Underwood:  8 Total".  Nick's eyes goes wide as he sees this, and quickly tucks his phone away, but looks back to Christian who is glaring at Nick, having very clearly seen his phone.

Nick: Weird, must be an issue with the service.  I'll definitely have to talk to those folks about that.  Unbelievable, right?  Well thanks for letting me know.  Bye!

Nick goes to close the door, but Christian has none of it as he puts his hand up to stop the door, and lets himself in, walking down the hall, and plops down on the couch.  Nick slams the door shut, follows Christian over and stares down at him.

Nick: So... is there something I can do for you?

Christian: Well, as I'm sure you are already well aware, SCW is coming up on it's 200th episode of Climax Control.

Nick: Nope, hadn't heard a thing.  Good luck with that.

Christian raises an eyebrow towards Nick, clearly not believing what he has to say.

Christian: Anyway... the plan is to bring back a numerous of SCW's best, and well...

Nick: Listen, let me stop you right there.  I appreciate that you guys can hardly live without me, but I'm long since retired now.  Those days are over.  You can't expect this out of a guy like me.

Christian: Oh really?  Well this didn't seem to be a problem for some other old friends, such as Jordan Williams and Tom Dudely.

Nick tries to play it off, as he shrugs and shoulders and shakes his head.

Nick: Who???

Christian refuses to even respond, simply staring at Nick with a glare in silence.  After a few moments, Nick finally concedes.

Nick: Fine!  I know them!  But that's not really the point.  Hell, those guys probably NEED to get back in the spotlight, just to make their little lives have some meaning.  I've got enough big things going on in my life without SCW.

Christian pauses before responding, taking a look back and forth around the large, yet rather empty, house.

Christian: Yeah, I certainly got that impression.

An angry look returns to Nick's face, as Christian continues.

Christian: Listen, I'm not going to sit here and trying to talk you into doing this full time again.  It's just one appearance.  Catch up with some old friends, fans, and bring it back to just like it was for you in the old days.

Nick: Yeah, yeah.  Sounds like a great story and all, but it's just more of SCW trying to make some money off of the name of Nick Jones.  Fine, I'll do some stupid little appearance to make everyone freak out, sign some autographs that you'll charge people out the ass for, and then go on my very way.  Just a glimpse of me will have you guys rolling in more cash than you know what to do with.

Christian: Well we wouldn't want to tire you out too much, are you sure that pen wouldn't be asking a bit too much of you?  It can be tough you know.  Maybe we can just roll you out onto the stage in a wheelchair, you wave, and we send you back to the home... um, I mean your home... here.

Nick's face starts to turn red, as Christian continues to get further under his skin.

Nick: Listen bud, I told you once and I'll say it again.  I'm retired, alright?  I don't need this crap from you or anyone else.

Christian: Oh, I know.  I'm sure you could hold your own.  But we all know what it's like when you're not in the routine anymore.  Trust me, I've been there.

Nick: If I WANTED to step back into that ring, I could do it this second without blinking an eye.

Christian: Oh, of course, and I'm sure you'd do fine, but I get that it's tough to admit being "fine" when surrounded by the rest of this talent.

Nick: Listen up, if I step into that ring, there's absolutely none of those chumps, whether it be past, present, or future who could do a DAMN THING to stop me!  I doesn't matter how long I've been gone, I'm still better than all of those clowns COMBINED!  You got that?  It would be a mere dream for them to think they could ever match up with me.

Christian: Great to see you're as cocky as ever.

A smirk appears across Nick's face.

Nick: Not cocky, just the best.

Christian rolls his eyes as he hears Nick's old catchphrase, then gets up without a word and walks up to Nick and pats him on the back.

Christian: Well you've convinced me, you really do still have what it takes.  I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

Nick: Damn right.  You should know better by now.

Christian simply turns and walks out towards the front door.  He opens the door and steps out, sticking his head back in for one last moment with a big smile on his face as he calls back out.

Christian: See you in Vegas for your match!

Nick: Yeah, yeah... see you there.

With that, the door quickly slams shut, and just a moment later, Nick suddenly realizes what he just agreed to.  He quickly looks back to the door, seeing it closed and Christian gone.

Nick: Wait a damn second!

Nick goes sprinting to the front door, flinging it open and going running out as the scene fades.

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Later that day, Nick is in his home with more company, as sitting around the kitchen table as his now wife Diana, and the Entourage:  Big B, Tony, Jimmy, and Max.

Nick: So let me start by asking... where the hell were all of you earlier?

There is a look of confusion on the groups faces, not understanding where this is coming from, but he waves them off and continues.

Nick: Never mind.  Anyway, I've got some news for you guys.

Nick hesitates for a moment, taking a bit of a deep breath as the group looks at him intently.

Nick: I'm going to make a return to SCW for...

Before Nick can even finish his sentence, Diana quickly snaps back.

Diana: You're what?!?  You have got to be kidding me!

Nick: Listen babe, you don't understand.

Diana: Did you even think about maybe discussing it with me first?!?

Nick: Will you just give me a damn second to explain?!?

As this exchange quickly becomes heated, Tony leans in towards Jimmy, seated beside him, as he mumbles to him.

Tony:Yous know dis ain't gonna go well.  Nick ain't got no say no more eva' since he got tied down.

Jimmy chuckles, but Tony was too loud, as Nick turns his attention to then, who stop their laughter.  Before Nick can get a word out, Diana holds her hand up, stopping him.  This draws more chuckles, but that comes to an end as Diana glares towards them.

Diana: Laugh it up, but why don't you just remember that ever since this did happen...

Diana holds up her hand, pointing to the ring on her finger.

Diana: ... that means you idiots now work for me, too!

Diana stops for a moment as they think it over, all looking a bit timid.

Diana: Or, of course, if you prefer, I could make it that you used to work for us.

The group looks even a bit more worried now, as Nick cannot help but laugh at the situation.

Nick: And let me tell you all right now, this time, I'd be more than happy to concede to her.

Diana looks a bit more pleased with that comment from Nick, but it lasts for only a moment as she turns back to him.

Diana: Now as for you...

Nick holds his hand up, motioning for Diana to calm down a bit as he continues.

Nick: Ease up little lady... it's only for one night and you none of guys even have to go with me.

The expression on Diana's face quickly changes, with the anger completely disappearing.

Diana: Oh.

With that, Diana quickly sits back down.  Before Nick can say anymore, Big B is seen with his arm raised high in the air, excitedly waving his hand.

Nick: What is it?

Big B: Can I pleeeeeeeease go cuz?

Nick: Why?

Big B: Because it would be fun!  I can see people and talk to them and catch up and play games and watch the matches and...

Nick: Ok, ok, I get it.  Yes, you can come.  Just calm down.

B puts all his effort into containing his excitement, as others begin to chime in.

Tony:  'Ey, if yous gonna let do big kid go, den you's gots to be lettin' me go too.  I ain't gonna sit dere and let you get jumped by a bunch of dem spineless nobodies cuz dey know dey can't take ya in da ring.

Nick: Sure, fine, whatever.

Jimmy: Nicky, baby, if this is the way it's all gonna go, then you know how this works, right?  Money, baby!

Nick: You know, wherever I go, money always follows.

Jimmy: You're right Nicky, and you know where I go with you, we make even more of it, baby!

Nick seems rather surprised by the ongoing rounds of excitement from the Entourage, and he nods his heads.

Nick: If you really want to join in too, why the hell not?

Jimmy: Of course when I'm making you all that money, we need someone here to um... "creatively" account it.

Jimmy looks over towards the unsurprisingly silent one of the group, Max.  Max lets out a deep sigh of exasperation before speaking.

Max: Fine.  If you really need me there, I suppose I can make the trip.  But please, keep all of those big crazy lunatics away from me!

Max suddenly hits a high anxiety as he becomes paranoid about how they interpreted it, looking over to Big B and Tony.

Max: Oh gawd, I didn't mean you two.  I'm so sorry!

Tony seems annoyed by the comments from Max, while B is as oblivious as ever, smiling and nodding in response to Max.

Nick: Alright, alright.  So does that mean EVERYONE is going?

Nick has a smirk appear, and looks back to Diana, who can't help but chuckle as she shakes her head.

Diana: If I must.  It's not like I trust all of you idiots together without me.  At the very least, I'd really prefer if you didn't all gamble a small fortune of ours away... again.

Diana looks around at all of the men seated around him, each of whom can't help but smile and innocently shrug.

Nick: Well there you have it, like like the good old days, we'll all be making it out to Vegas.

At that moment, another voice is heard calling out from off-screen, which sounds as though a bit intoxicated.

Voice: Ye... yeah!  All...

A hiccup interrupts for a moment.

Voice: All of us!  Like the good... the... yeah!

Everyone turns their heads together, to see full-time drunk, Matt Grove.  Matt has a beer in hand as he stumbles forward, nearly falling over before catching himself on the back of the couch, spilling beer all over it and them.

Nick: What the... how the hell did you even get in here.. AGAIN?!?

Matt: Ah Rick, you were always the fun... funny one!  Just like old times, right?

Nick: It's Nick you drunken idiot!  What do you want?

Matt: We're gonna SCW it up man! Woooooooooo!

Nick: No, WE are going. I don't know, nor care, what you are doing.

Matt: Ah! Always the ball butter... bummer... buffer?

Nick: BUSTER!

Matt: Right... that.  Come on though man, I gotta go see my old cousin Shane.  It's been too damn long.

Nick: Don't you see each other all the damn time?

Matt: I... I don't think so.  I mean, I can't even remember the last time we saw each other.

Tony: Ain't dat just cuz you ain't 'member nuttin'?

Matt laughs in response to Tony's accusation, before simply nodding his head.

Matt: You... you may be onto something there, Tory!

Tony: I's Tony, stoopit!

To interrupt, Nick shoves his phone into Matt's face, showing Matt's own Instagram, which features a picture of Matt and his cousin Shane Boswell, both quite intoxicated.

Nick: This is a selfie of you two... from last night!  Dumb ass.

Matt squints his eyes as he leans in to take a closer look.  After a few moments, he bursts into laughter.

Matt: Oh yeah!  I remember that!  Sort of.

Nick: Will you just get out?

Matt: But it uh... it's cool if I grab a beer on my way out, right?

Nick: Fine, take what you want and go already.

Matt makes a bee-line to the kitchen, and after a few moments, comes walking back with his arms filled with many beer bottles he can barely control.  He stumbles along toward the door.

Matt: Th... thanks again guys.  See ya soon!

Nick shakes his head in disgust, but opts to not even respond to it, turning his attention back to the group before him.

Nick: Alright, if we're going to make this happen, we have to make this happen right.  Let's get planning.

Before anyone can respond, there is a loud crashing of breaking glass.

Matt: Um... sorry!

The look of fury quickly returns to Nick's face, as the rest of the group just look disgusted by the situation as it once again fades.

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One week ago...

Nick is on the couch, staring at his phone checking SCWrestling.net, with the lineup for Climax Control 200 having been announced.  Nick looks over the champions and roster.

Nick: I have no clue who these people are.

Nick continues as he mumbles the next line to himself

Nick: Ah crap, I'm getting old.

Nick realizes what he said and looks around, relieved to see no one heard.  Nick continues to the card.

Nick: Alright, this seems a bit more like it.

Nick goes to match, filled with familiar names.  As he reads through the opponents, his expression changes at the last name.

Nick: Oh boy.

Entourage members Tony and Jimmy have walked in the room, just in time to having heard Nick's comment.

Jimmy: Nicky, baby, what's wrong?

Nick: I just took a look at my booking and well, it's... interesting.

Tony: Just a bunch a nobodies you's already beaten before.  Ain't I right or what?  Dere ain't nuttin' to be worried 'bout.

Nick: Well... it's not so much worried, but... one of my opponents is Despayre.

Tony bursts into hysterical laughter at this remark, while Jimmy seems rather shocked by this news, responding rather loudly.

Jimmy: Seriously?  Despayre?!?

Nick: Will you two shut the hell up?  If B hears you idiots he's going to lose his damn mind.  THAT is what I'm worried about here.

Jimmy quickly quiets down, as Tony holds his laughter back a bit, but clearly can't completely stop as he continues to chuckle while trying to hold it in.

Nick: Oh yeah, laugh it up Tony... because you've got the greatest track record against the kid.

Tony's expression quickly changes, as he does not appreciate the reminder of his pasts encounters with Despayre.

Jimmy: So that's the concern, Nicky?  You don't want B freakin' out?

Nick: Well, yeah.  I mean... mostly.

Both Tony and Jimmy seem to be a bit surprised by Nick's reaction.

Nick: I mean, the little nut was starting to grow on me after a while.

The two look surprised to hear what Nick has to say, but Nick once seeing their expression, he quickly shakes it off as he expression becomes much more serious.

Nick: But that doens't mean a damn thing, I'll gladly slap him around a bit if we even spend a moment in that ring together.

Tony: A'ight, but what you's gonna do when B finds out 'bout dis, huh?

Nick: What do I pay you idiots for?

Tony: Yeah, but you's know how quickly things can change wit' da big lug.  He can be da nicest guy, but when you set him off, woo boy, he's gonna lose dat real friggin' quick.

Nick: I don't know, just distract him with something shiny, this should not be that difficult!  Figure it out!!!

With that, Nick gets up and storms off, leaving Tony and Jimmy alone, as they look to each other and shrug, clearly not quite sure what to do as the scene fades.

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Tonight...

Backstage at the Gold Coast Casino, in walk Nick, Diana, and Entourage.  The one who stands out the most is none other than Big B, who is hopping around, with a giant smile across his face.

Big B: We're here!  We're here!  We're here!  WE'RE HEEEEEEEEERRREE!!!

Nick: Jeez, calm down.  Somethings going to pop in that little brain of yours if you keep this up.

Big B: But it's just soooooo great cuz!

Nick: I know, I know.  Just take it easy, alright?

B takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Big B: Ok, ok.  Can we at least see the card now?  I can't believe we haven't been able to see the card.  I want to see the card!

Nick and the group all exchange awkward glances, clearly keeping B in the dark.  They all say nothing, but B points toward a posted copy of the night's card.

Big B: Oh look, there it is!

Nick: No, that's not it.  That's, um... a menu.  Yeah, the card is uh... this way.  Yeah, in our locker room.

B seems confused, but opts to questionably trust his cousin.  As he Nick guides B towards the locker room area, they duck into a room.  Nick pushes B onto a couch, and motions towards the Entourage, as they close and lock the door.

Big B: But where's the card?  I thought you said they had it in here.

Nick: Oh, I can um... tell it to you.

Big B: But didn't you see you didn't know it yet either?

Nick: Right... I did say that.  Well... they just told it to me.

Big B: When?

Nick: Just now.  You must have missed it.

Big B: But we have been together the whole time.

Nick: Yeah, well... um... didn't you get distracted by something shiny?'

Big B seems to be suspicious of Nick for a moment, but a smile appears as he nods along.

Big B: Oh yeah!

Nick seems relieved.

Nick: So the first match of the night is...

Big B: No, no... I just want to know about YOUR match!

Nick: Oh, right.

Nick is displeased that his attempt to distract B came to an abrupt end.

Nick: Well my teammates are...

Big B: Nah, forget them!  Who are your opponents?

Nick: Well let's see, there's um... Tom Dudely.

As Nick motions towards the rest of the group, having them join the conversation.

Diana: Wow, it's been a while since I heard that name.

Nick: Seriously, right?  Old memories.

Tony: Yeah, and do new ones gonna be yous whoopin' him in da ring.  Am I right, or what?

Nick: Of course you're right, but isn't he someone we want to keep discussing for a while?  You know, given his long, illustrious career and his return to the ring?

Max: Well I hear he has very well kept finances.

Everyone else gives Max a look of confusion, as he immediately looks down at the floor.

Max: Sorry.

Big B: Enough about him.  Who else?!?

Nick: Well, um next... there is Jordan Williams.

Jimmy: I remember that guy.  Wasn't he Hot Stuff's best buddy?

Nick: Excuse me?

Tony: Yeah, dose two have ta be da oldest friends who ever actually made it through wrestling.  I ain't never seen two put up wit' dat much of each other, ya know?

Nick: Wait a damn minute...

Diana: Credit where it's due, he was an all-time great.  Him and Mark really made each other what they are.

Nick: Hold on...

Max: And very fiscally responsible!

Everyone gives Max an odd look once more, but he chimes in with one last thought.

Max: Which is an important lesson he taught to Mark from what I'm told.

Nick: Alright... ENOUGH!

Big B: Yeah, those two were like the best pair of bestest best friends ever!

Nick: You know what?  Enough about Jordan!  I don't want to talk about that washed-up old has-been anymore, alright?!?

They look at Nick in shock, as put a quick end to the first successful attempt to distract B.  Nick's realizes it, but just a moment too late.

Big B: Ok, who else?

Nick: Well, um... there was that Bo Dreamwolf guy.

Big B: Oh yeah, he was FUNNY.

Nick: Funny?  I don't think he was funny.

Diana: Well he did manage to pull a few pranks, from time to time.

Nick: I don't remember that.

Tony: How you ain't rememba'?  He totally did dat to you, boss.

Jimmy: Yeah, Nicky, baby... don't you remember that one time where he...

Nick: Enough!!!  Yes, we wrestled each other, yes there were some, um... "incidents".  But do we really need to be harping on the past here?

Max: Isn't that the whole point of this episode of Climax Control?

Nick: Oh, NOW you suddenly have some sort of thoughts to contribute here?

Max: It was just a question.

Diana: And while I've never said this before, Max does have a good point.

Tony: Yeah, deys an't wrong, boss.

Jimmy: It's where the money is at tonight.

Nick: Fine, but that doesn't mean it's all we have to talk about sitting in this room, now is it?

Big B: Yeah, Nick is right!

Nick is pleased with his cousin having his back, but that fades as B continues.

Big B: We should talk about something else.  Like the next opponent!

Nick: Oh, right.  Well, the next one is, uh...

Obviously avoiding bringing up the last name they are keeping from Big B, Nick lets out a rather loud grunt of disgust before saying the name he is least pleased with.

Nick: ... Spike Staggs.

Diana: Not a fan?

Nick: You could say that.

Didn't you's guys used to be on like a team togetha' or sumtin'?

Nick: That's what they say.  Although let's just say, we didn't exactly always see eye to eye.

Jimmy: Then why were you even teammates to begin with?

Nick: For some odd reason, Mark was infatuated with the guy.  Why, I will never know or understand.  So basically, I had to grin and bare it while he road the coattails.

Big B: Oh come on, cuz.  I remember Spike, he wasn't that bad!

Nick: Easy for you to say.  You didn't have to deal with the endless jealously of him desperately wanting to be me.

Max: Wasn't he the one who beat you to end your second SCW Heavyweight Championship reign?

Nick turns to Max, giving him an angry stare, while everyone else all in complete shock.

Max: What???  I remember Nick didn't receive the winner's bonus that night, nor the championship payout.

Max's logical explanation does nothing to change the expressions on faces.

Max: I suppose I'll be quiet now.

Nick: Yeah, you do that!

Max slinks back as Nick turns back to the group.

Nick: Besides, let's not forget which one of us is an SCW Hall of Famer.

Diana: Um, babe... pretty sure he is, too.

Nick: Well... fine.  But do you remember which one was in the INAUGURAL class?

Tony: He did dat too boss.

Nick: Just... just... shut up.  I don't care if it's that little wannabe Spike, stupid prankster Bo, old man Dudely, or washed up Williams, these clowns are ALL the same, the pathetic remnants of guys who only ever wished they could be as good as me.  They never were then, and they sure as hell aren't now.  I embarrassed all of those idiots back in the old days, and after tonight, they'll never want to show their faces again.  Do you all freakin' understand that?!?  Let's not forget, these chumps all hand to spend years and years of their lives, painfully long careers, to come up with a resume that still comes short of mine.  I show up after years of them grasping for straws, and like that...

Nick snaps his fingers.

Nick: I'm soaring past anything and everything they've ever dreamed of.  Those idiots made it their lives from the days when they were still floating around in daddy's sack, while I only came to this business because of one misguided wager... and guess what?  I still showed I can do it better than anyone.  I've proved it time and time again.  Every damn word of what I'm saying is true.  Regardless of what anyone else around here says, you all just remember, I'm not cocky... I'm the best.

Big B: Wow cuz, that was great!  But, um... who's your last opponent?

Nick turns white as he realizes that he is painted into the corner, with B looking for Nick's last opponent: Despayre.  In one last desperate attempt, Nick responds in a casual manner.

Nick: Well um... that's it.  That's all of them.

Big B: But isn't it a five-on-five match?

Nick: No, you must be mistaken.

Big B: But when I kept asking you about the match, you said you didn't know the card, but told me you knew it was five-on-five.

Nick: I really said that?

Nick cannot believe that he actually painted himself into this corner with his past comments, as he mumbles to himself.

Nick: Damn it.

Nick shakes it off, as he continues on.

Nick: Pretty sure, I said five-on-five.

Big B: Noooooo.  Cuz, I know it was five, cuz I remembered like this... five and five.

B holds up all of the fingers on each hand.  The group cannot help but laugh at the childish mindset of B.  However, Nick sighs, realizing he's running out of excuses.

Nick: Oh, well... I guess you're right.

Big B: Well then tell me... who's the last opponent?

Nick: Well, um... it is, uh... you see it's... uh...

Nick then suddenly looks towards the door and points.

Nick:  I've got it!

The group looks confused, as no sound was heard.

Big B: I didn't hear anything cuz.

Nick ignores this comment, instead calling out towards the door.

Nick: BE RIGHT THERE!

Nick sprints towards the door, open it and darts out into the hallway, quickly slamming the door shut behind him.  With no surprise, the hallway outside of the locker room is empty, as Nick leans back against the door again and lets out a sigh of relief, as the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens up inside of Michie Stadium in West Point, New York.  The stadium has clearly already been setup for SCW's upcoming supercard, High Stakes IV, with the entrance way in place and the seats all setup in the ringside area but, just like the stadium seats, all completely empty.  The only exception to this rule being that the SCW ring is already setup as well, and standing in the center of it are the familiar faces of two SCW superstars: the front-man and manager of the Seven Deadly Sins, Synn, along with one of the men he manages, one half of SCW's Tag Team Champion Bosom Buddies, Big B.  With just days to go for another big title defense for B and his partner Despayre, Synn is clearly doing some final preparations to get him ready for his upcoming match.  It appears that the two men have finished the in-ring portion of their training session, as Synn tosses a towel Big B's way as B grabs a water bottle from ringside and guzzles it down.  As an exhausted-looking Big B recomposes himself, Synn continues on by giving B some advice.

Synn:  So I think it's safe to say that you're physically ready for Sunday's match, but you know there's a lot more to this than just strength.

Big B stops and seems to think things over before responding.

Big B:  You mean speed?

Synn simply rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he continues on.

Synn:  I'm saying more than just physical.  You're physically prepared, but you need to be mentally prepared.  Now more than ever before.

Big B:  Yeah, I'm mentally prepared!  But wait... why more?

Synn:  For plenty of reasons.  For starters, this is a team you have faced before, and not all that long ago.  First and foremost you need to make sure you are not taking these guys lightly.

Big B:  No way, ROAR isn't light at all.  Those guys are even bigger than me!

Synn:  What I mean is... forget it.  All I'm saying is do not underestimate them.  Just because you and Despayre beat them last time does NOT mean you are certain to win Sunday's match against these two.

Big B:  Of course not, it's a seperate match.

Synn let's out a sigh, as he clearly still isn't entirely used to the simplistic nature of Big B's thought process.  However, understanding what he's dealing with he opts to simply move along.

Synn:  Right and keep in mind that they won't be making the same mistakes they made last time around.  I promise you they have learned plenty from their last encounter with the Bosom Buddies and sometimes, being the losing team can actually be more informative than being the winning team when it's time for a rematch.  They have far more mistakes to learn from than they do, but that doesn't mean you don't have plenty to learn from that past match too, and you can't forget that.

Big B:  Ok, I'll remember that there's stuff I can learn.  Got it!

Synn:  Yes, but you actually need to do the learning as well.

Big B:  Oh... right.

Synn:  The truth is you had a bit of a strange competitive advantage going on for quite some time.  There's a lot of people in this company who did not respect you as an in-ring performer, they continued to see you as nothing more than the big cousin of Nick Jones, even when you started your own wrestling career.  For a long time, that was a huge benefit to you.  A lot of your opponents underestimated you B, but you need to realize that those days are officially done.  Even when you and Despayre starting teaming up, people treated you more like a comedy act than a real team.  Even when you first won the titles, not everyone was quite convinced.  These days, that has changed and people have learned better.  Just think about this... how many matches have you and Despayre lost as a team?

Big B stops and scratches his chin as he peers aimlessly up into the sky.

Big B:  Um...

Big B then eventually looks back down at Synn, with a confused expression on his face.

Big B:  Zero?

Synn:  Exactly.  You two are undefeated and have been reigning tag team champions for over 5 months now.  There's not a competitor in this company who will step into the ring with you and make the mistake of being unprepared or overconfident.  Not anymore.

Big B:  Oh, ok.  And um... were a lot of our past opponents under...pre...fident?

Synn:  Underprepared and overconfidnet?  I can promise you that a number of them were.  I've seen every match you two have had, and there's more than one instance where teams failed to bring their A-game against you two, but those days are done.

Big B:  A game of what?

Synn:  No no... not a game... your "A-Game".  You know, as in like getting a grade of an "A".

Big B simply looks at Synn and shrugs, clearly having no idea what he is talking about, which actually brings a slight smirk from Synn before he continues on.

Synn:  The point being is that, from now on, teams will be at their very best when they step into the ring with you guys.  Keep in mind that teams much more tape on you after all of this time.

Big B immediately starts looking all over his body, causing Synn to stop what he was saying as he just looks at Big B with confusion.  B continues to search all over himself before finally speaking as he continues his search.

Big B:  Where did they put it?  Is the tape on my back?

Big B then tries to look at his own back, ultimately causing to start spinning around in circles again and again as he desperately looks for tape on himself.  Synn watches with an eyebrow raised for a few moments before, as B turns back into Synn's direction he puts his hand up towards Big B.

Synn:  STOP!

Big B comes to an immediately halt and simply looks to Synn intently.

Synn:  VIDEO tape.

Big B looks confused for a moment, then starts to think it over for a few moments until his expressoin suddenly changes.

Big B:  Oooooooh... I get it now!

Synn:  Right.  So with much more VIDEO tape of you to watch, they'll have learned more about your tendencies, habits, weakness, and the list goes on.  So now, more than ever, you can't get away with relying on the same tactics match after match.  If you just keep stepping into the ring and doing the same things over and over again, it will catch up with you.

Big B:  So I've got to do different stuff?

Synn:  Exactly.  You need to keep these guys on their toes.  Throw things at them that they'll never see coming.

Big B:  But if I throw stuff at them, won't I get disqualified?

Synn:  Yeah, sure... good point.  But perhaps you can do things in the ring that they wouldn't expect you to do.

Big B:  Oh ok, good idea!

Synn:  Glad to hear you agree, and as long as you're mentally prepared for that, I certainly think you have the ability to do those sort of things.  To be perfectly honest, I was rather surprised by how well you did in our training session today.  It seems like you've really picked up a whole lot of things lately.

Big B:  Yeah, and I've learned stuff too!

Synn rolls his eyes as he responds.

Synn:  I noticed.  It seems like you're moving along now quicker than ever.  I've got to ask, what's changed?  Do you have your own new training regimen in place or something?

Big B:  Well... sort of.  It's not really mine though.

Synn:  What's that supposed to mean?

Big B:  It's just that I've had help with my training lately.

Synn:  No kidding, who?

Big B:  My cuz... Nick!

Synn, clearly quite convinced that Big B is messing with him, cannot help but let out a little bit of a laugh.  He then looks to Big B, who is staring at Synn with a completely serious look on his face, causing Synn to immediately stop and look at Big B with more of an expression of surprise than amusement.

Synn:  Wait.  You're serious?

Big B:  Yeah.  Nick's been teaching me all sorts of stuff.

Synn:  Wow.  I never would have guessed that.  Well I guess if you're learning something that's good, but just do me a favor and... be careful.

Big B:  I'm always careful when in the ring.  Don't want to get hurt!

Synn:  I mean be careful around your cousin.

Big B:  Huh?  Why?

Synn:  Just... trust me.  Listen, I've got to run but finish up with your cool-down exercises and we'll all catch up Sunday for our pre-match planning, alright?

Big B:  Sounds good, thanks!

Big B and Synn exchange a quick handshake as Synn then climbs out through the ropes to exit the ring to the floor.  Synn then heads up the aisle and to the back while Big B watches him.  As Synn gets out of sight, Big B tosses his towel and water bottle off to the side and goes to finish things up, when his attention is suddenly grabbed the sound of some slow, but rather loud and deliberate, clapping.  Big B spins around until he suddenly notices, sitting in the otherwise empty crowd, the very familiar face of his friend, and personal bodyguard to his cousin Nick, Tony Capicelli.  Tony is looking at B with a clear smirk on his face and seems to be quite obviously be mocking in his slow clapping as he his hands raised up above his head while sitting down.  Tony eventually stops clapping and stands from the seat, heading towards the crowd barrier as he begins to speak.

Tony:  Dat was some real great friggin' training you's had dere kid

Big B:  Oh, hey Tony.  Thanks!  I didn't even see you there.

Tony:  I's was bein' sarcastic ya big doof.

Big B:  Sar-what-now?

Tony:  Fugget it, a'ight?  Alls I'm sayin' is I was sititn' here for dat whole friggin' t'ing, and it was kind of a joke.  Dat was some weak ass training you's got goin' dere.  I mean, what's wit' all da friggin' chit chat?

Big B:  Synn was just giving me advice.  But there was all sorts of real physical training before that you know.

Tony:  Yeah, I's know... I saw dat too.  And it ain't no "real" training neither, you's guys hardly even fought or nuttin'.

Big B:  Well, I didn't want to get hurt.

Tony shakes his head in disgust as he hops over the crowd barrier and then slides into the ring.  Looking Big B dead in the eyes as he continues on.

Tony:  And dats exactly why dat lil' crap you did was trainin' like a little puss, capiche?

Big B:  Nuh uh!  Besides, look at how good I've been doing in the ring.  I mean, I'm one of the tag team champions and everything!

Tony:  Yeah, maybe so... but dats only 'cause dat lil pal of yours be carrying you's all da time.

Big B:  That's not true.  I think you've got it backwards actually, I'm the one who keeps carrying Despy!

Tony:  You's gots da be friggin' kiddin' me wit' dat, right?

Big B:  No, I'm serious!  I carry Despy every match!

Tony:  Since friggin' when?

Big B:  Ever since we started teaming together.

Tony:  If dat were true den how da frig do you explain all dose wins he's got before you's two ever teamed together, huh?

Big B:  That's because Despy's really, really, REALLY good.

Tony:  If he's so friggin' good den why's you sayin' you carry his ass?

Big B:  Because it's true!

Tony looks at Big B as he is completely nuts, but Big then continues on.

Big B:  Yeah, you need to pay more attention, because I carry him on my shoulders down to the ring every time!

Tony:  Oofah!  You's a real piece of work, B, I'lls give ya dat.

Big B:  Um... thanks?

Tony:  Yeah, whateva.  Listen, all I'ms sayin' is you's betta be careful.  You's keep dis act up and sooner or later it's gonna catch up witchu.  You know what I'm sayin'?

Big B:  Not really.

Tony:  Ah, forget it.  You's a lost cause.  Just try not to get ya ass kicked out dere too friggin' bad on Sunday, a'ight?

Big B:  Sure.  I always hate it when I get kicked in the butt anyway!

Tony just chuckle and rolls his eyes before heading out of the ring.  Big B doesn't seem to get what is so funny, but then shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his cool-down routine.  Big B continues on as Tony leaves while the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up to show nothing more than a close-up shot of a smoking pile of rubble that makes up a rather significant crater.  The broken pieces that are scattered around these scene seem to vary from the opposite extremes of charred remains to red glowing embers, as smoke and steam still billow off from it all.  As this continues on, the camera shot slowly starts to zoom out a bit, bringing a bit more into view and making it apparent that the location of this scene is in the midst of the parking lot at Scott Airforce Base in St. Louis, Missouri, location of this week's SCW Climax Control.

After some time of settling in on the massive crater that exists in the midst of this parking lot, the camera shot zooms out once more to bring a familiar face into view, as it turns out that former SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones as standing at the very edge of the disastrous mess, staring down at it wide-eyed and slack-jawed, in a clear state of complete and utter shock.  Nick looks as though he has something to say, but cannot quite seem to form the words as his mouth moves just a bit, but not a single noise is heard at all.

This silence doesn't last much longer though, as after a few more moments of this scene, Nick is joined at this sight by SCW's favorite trio of Despayre, Big B and, of course, Angel.  As these three who have joined Nick spend a few moments looking on in amazement themselves, that doesn't last very long before the silence is broken, with Despayre turning his attention away from the mess before them and towards Angel and Big B.

Despayre:  Wow, that DID make a big hole.

Big B:  Yeah, no kidding.  I guess Angel was right, huh?

Nick does not say a word, at least not at first, but instead his eyes somehow manage to go even wider as he turns his head ever so slightly to look in the direction of his cousin and his cousin's friends, a look of complete rage and fury filling his eyes.  Nick glares at them without even blinking and after a few moments they seem to notice, yet don't seem to quite comprehend the displeasure and negativity that is clearly intended to go along with that look, as Nick receives a couple of goofy smiles and waves in return.

Big B:  Hey cuz!

Despayre:  Yeah, hey!  Did you see that?  Wasn't that cool?

Nick seems to have finally reached his breaking point, as he is quick to snap back after this comments, screaming back in response with a tone filled with anger.

Nick:  Hey?!?  COOL??!?  Are you two imbeciles out of your friggin' minds?!?!?

Nick does not hesitate a moment, shaking his head at himself after his last comment and not even allowing a chance for them to respond before continuing on.

Nick:  Look who I'm asking; of course you are, you're friggin' psychopaths!!!

Big B and Despayre look to each other and point back and forth to one another, and then to Angel, seeming to try to figure out who Nick's comments are actually directed at.  They eventually shrug in seeming defeat before looking back to Nick.

Big B:  So, um... you didn't answer Despy's question.  Did you see that big boom?  It was all like KAPOW!

Big B goes on to make a variety of explosion type sounds with his mouth as shoots his hands out to signal a blast.  Despayre cannot help laugh as he points towards Big B's acting job gleefully.

Despayre:  Yeah, just like that.  And don't forget the part where it went all, KRRRRRRRR!

Despayre adds on some displays of his own, seemingly indicating the aftermath of the crater that had caved in before them.  Nick watches all of this, clearly growing only more angry by the second at B and Desp's clear amusement of the situation.

Nick:  See it??  SEE IT?!? I WAS NEARLY IN THE DAMN MIDDLE OF IT!!!

Big B:  Seriously???

Despayre:  Wow, that would have been so, um... awesome!

Big B:  Yeah, I know!

Nick seems to be left in even more shock by the unexpected reaction of those two.

Nick:  AWESOME?!?  Are you trying to tell me you freakin' wackos actually did that crap on purpose?!?

Big B:  Well we didn't actually do it, ya know.

Despayre:  Nuh uh, wasn't us.

Nick:  Oh yeah, because I'm sure there's plenty of other folks around here who don't see the harm in playing around with friggin' ROCKETS.  You expect me to believe that crap?

Big B:  Um... maybe?  I don't think I understand the question.

Despayre:  Maybe you should ask Angel.  After all, he's the one who made it all go GAPOOSH!

Despayre puts on another show meant to emulate the explosion that occurred.  Nick looks back and forth between Despayre, Angel, and Big B for a few moments, seeming to not be quite sure what to say before finally settling in on his cousin and screaming at him some more.

Nick:  So you're seriously telling me you just sat by and watched while that freakin' bear...

Nick stops himself and shakes his head violently, as he realizes what he just said.  He then chooses to correct himself before continuing on.

Nick:  ... while that friggin' nutcase tried to kill me?!?

Big B:  Angel isn't a nutcase... he was just playing around.

Despayre:  Yeah, we were just having some fun!  What's the big deal?

Nick:  The big deal?!?  Oh, maybe it has something to do with the fact that you blew up my entire damn car, and nearly me along with it?!?

Despayre:  Yeah, but you would have been fine anyway... I mean you have life insurance right?

Nick looks completely dumbfounded by this comment by Despayre, as he just looks at him with a look of confusion across his face and can only muster up a one word response.

Nick:  What?

Big B:  He's right, I know you do.  Angel even made sure to ask us first.

Nick:  What?!?

Despayre:  Yeah, so it would like... insure you would still have life anyway.  No big deal, everyone's ok!

Big B:  Exactly, and obviously it worked.

Nick:  Wait... WHAT?!?!?

Nick lowers his head in shakes it in disgust as he seems unable to form a more extensive response, left nearly speechless by the ridiculous lengths that the child-like innocence of Big B and Despayre can really take them at times.  On multiple occasions, Nick seems nearly ready to say something else, but is quite clearly unable to put it all together into a coherent response to this absurdity.

Big B:  Although you might want to look into that car insurance you got for that car.  It didn't seem to work very well.

Despayre:  I think he must have just forgotten to get it, because it would insure he has a car, but look, he doesn't.

Big B:  Oh yeah, good point.  So I guess that's a lesson learned, huh cuz?

Nick looks towards both of them and still seems to be unable to muster a response.

Nick:  WHAT?!?!?!?

Big B:  Is this a new game or something?  I don't get it.

Despayre:  Maybe you can teach it to us later though!  But first we need to go get ready for our match.

Big B:  Yeah, and so then we can go into the ring and be all like KABAM to Sean Jackson!

Despayre:  And then after that, all PROOOOOOOSH to Dying Breed!

Big B and Despayre of course both get back into making their various explosive hand gestures, and continue to add on more noises as the turn and walk off, along with Angel, heading back towards the area where the show is being setup, and leaving Nick all alone once again.  With the others guy, Nick turns his attention back to the smoking pile of rubble before him, staring at it and still left in complete shock, as he continues to be able to muster up only one word of speech.

Nick:  WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?

With that, Nick continues to stare at the pile before him as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up inside of the hotel suite located somewhere in downtown Phoenix, Arizona.  The room has a large common area with a number of rooms shooting off from it.  The common area features everything from a kitchen to a dining area and finally, on the far side, is a living area, with two large couches setup in front of a large flat screen television.  Laying out across one of the couches is the very familiar SCW superstar, and one half of the tag team champion Bosom Buddies, Bernard "Big B" Jones.  Big B is busy playing with his cell phone, as it is then heard the familiar sound of a text message notification.  Big B reads the message right away, his lips moving along in the process until finally, in his usual manner, he cannot help but talk to himself out loud.

Big B:  Well this just stinks!  Despy's busy all night, now what am I gonna do?  I guess I ought to text some folks and see who else is around.

Big B quickly turns his attention back to his phone and starts to type away a bit, before his phone vibrates, immediately drawing away his attention once again.

Big B:  Ooo!  A Candy Crush update!

B is then quick to turn his attention over to the notification and clicks the update, which quickly completes and before you know it, B has started up the app on his phone and starts giggling like a little school girl as he starts playing it, now quite clearly oblivious to the fact that he was in the midst of something else entirely just moments earlier.  He gets more and more excited as he plays along, until finally he can't seem to contain himself anymore.

Big B:  Wheeeeeeeeeee!!

Big B continues on, as just a moment later one of the doors to the connecting rooms opens and Nick pokes his head out, looking around for a moment as he has a perplexed look on his face.  That is, until he notices Big B on the other side of the room and it all clearly comes together as Nick simply rolls his eyes and heads back into the room, closing the door behind him.  The sound of the closing door catches Big B's attention as he suddenly pauses the game as he opts to stop playing and look up from his phone for just a moment.

Big B:  Hello???  Who's there?

With no response, Big B eventually just shrugs his shoulders before just turning his attention back to the phone.  He scratches his head for a moment as he stares at the paused game in front of him.

Big B:  Wait... was I doing something before?

Big B tries to recall, but clearly cannot quite pin down the exact thing on his mind, which is the text message he had never actually finished or sent earlier.  In what should come to a surprise to no one, after a bit of time in trying to think about it, B's attention once again gets pulled away by the paused game in front of him, and he quickly opts to return to playing Candy Crush once more.  After just a few seconds, he's once again fully engrossed in the game and oblivious to all else, as he's back to being completely excited by it all.  As B finishes a level, he cannot help but loudly scream in victory of it.  It's just a moment later that the same door from earlier opens up and quickly appearing out from it is once again Nick, this time along with Diana, who seems to be in a bit of startled state. Nick quickly points over towards Big B as he talks to Diana.

Nick:  See?  I told you it was just that big dumb oaf.  Don't worry about it, alright?

A combination of Big B now being between levels and once again hearing something easily draws him away from the phone.  He quickly looks up to see his cousin and his cousin's lady across the room, quickly bringing a smile to his face.

Big B:  Oh, hey guys!

Realizing they've been spotted, Nick cannot help but let out a groan before mumbling to himself.

Nick:  Ah, crap.

Big B:  Something wrong?

Nick:  Absolutely, but trust me... you won't get it.  So what do you want?

Big B:  I just figured I'd see what you guys were up to.

Diana:  Nothing much really.

Nick does not say a word, but simply turns and looks at Diana, glaring at her in a combination of annoyance and complete disbelief of what she has just said.  It only takes a moment before it registers with Diana what she had said and who she said it to, quickly trying to retract.

Diana:  Except, for you know... all of that stuff.  So anyway, why do you ask?

Big B:  Well I was just thinking, we all never just hang out anymore, like casually... ya know?

Nick:  And what, you think that's an accident?

Big B just looks completely confused by that comment from Nick.

Big B:  What do you mean?

Nick:  I mean it's because I already see way too much off you as it is.  Which reminds me...

Nick does not say another word, and instead simply turns around and walks back out the door and closes it shut behind him.  Diana watches this and cannot help but laugh at Nick's means of addressing the situation.  However, that quickly comes to an end as she turns back to see Big B staring over at her with big puppy dog like eyes, and she suddenly realizes the situation left her in.  Diana starts nervously shifting around as she tries to beat Big B to the punch by speaking first, but stumbling over her words in the process.

Diana:  Well, ya know... like I was starting to say before.  I have that, um... thing... that I, uh... have to do.

Big B:  What thing?

Diana:  You know, the... the thing.  The thing that I have to do.  With those people.  Tonight.  Definitely tonight.  Very soon tonight actually.  Like right away.

Big B:  Oh.

Big B has a bit of a pout on his face as he looks down at the ground for a moment in sadness.  Diana tries to use this opportunity to quietly creep away, but before she can, Big B looks back up and starts talking to her once again.

Big B:  You know, I realized, we never really get to hang out without Nick around.

Diana:  Oh really?  Um, yes, I guess you're right.  What a weird complete coincidence that definitely is.  It's absolutely in no way one hundred percent intentional, that's for sure.  Definitely not.  It's just too bad I've already got that, that thing... the one I was talking about, going on tonight, otherwise it would totally be great to do that.  But, you know, we can't because of that.

Big B:  Oh, right.  Well could I go with you to that thing?

Diana:  No!  I mean, um... unfortunately not, because of... of what it is.

Big B:  Why?  What is it?

Diana:  It's, um... uh... well...

Suddenly the same door which Diana is still standing by swings back open, and Nick sticks his head out into the room.

Nick:  It's the thing with me, alright?  And she needs to get ready... now!

Nick then quickly grabs Diana by the arm, pulls her back into the room and slams it shut behind her.  Big B calls after them in the process, but clearly is just ignored as he does so.

Big B:  Ok!  Have fun!

Big B then gets up from his seat on the couch and walks over to one of the different doors in the suites and knocks on it, as the very familiar voice of Max is heard calling back from inside of the room.

Max:  Come in!

Big B opens the door and steps inside, revealing a double room with two queen beds.  Next to closer of the two beds is a small desk area which Max is seated at and has his laptop setup as he works away, while Jimmy is laying out on the other bed while he watches TV.

Big B:  Hey guys, how's it going?  I wanted to see if you felt like doing something tonight, maybe going out for a few drinks or something?

Max:  Go out?  Oh gawd.  It's already so late.  And I had a very heavy dinner.  And you know how drinks only do more to unsettle my stomach.  Not to mention I forgot to pack my antacids with me before we came out here!  Could you imagine that?  It can't get any worse than this!

Big B:  Oh... ok then.  What about you, Jimmy.

Jimmy:  Going out, huh?  I guess it's been a while since ole Big B got to hit the town with Jimmy Money, huh?  You know how it is baby, there ain't nothing like it.  Although I'm not sure a little town like Phoenix has really got enough to keep Jimmy Money going, you know what I'm saying baby?  I mean once I get rolling baby, you don't even...

Big B is looking at Jimmy with wide eyes the entire time before he eventually just comes him off.

Big B:  You know what?  Never mind.  Thanks anyway though.

Big B simply shakes his head before he turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.  Just a moment later another door one the far side of the room opens up, standing behind it are Nick and Diana, who are both in a fit of hysterical laughter.

Nick:  Holy shit!  This is fantastic!  You're such an obnoxious ass that YOU got blown off by BIG B!  I didn't even think that was possible, but you my friend have defied all of the odds.  Holy shit I'm about to piss myself this is so hilarious.

Both Nick and Diana continue their ongoing laughter as they head back out and close the door behind them.  As they do, it then becomes apparent that there's another laugh going on in the room, which quickly draws Jimmy's attention.  Jimmy looks to see Max chuckling a bit and shoots a glare in his direction, causing Jimmy to quickly quiet down.

The scene then cuts back over to Big B, who is now back in the main lounge area of the suite when suddenly the main door to the suite opens up and in walks Tony.  Big B is clearly glad to see him and immediately turns his attention in Tony's direction.

Big B:  Oh, hey Tone!  What's up?

Tony:  A whole lot of friggin' nuttin', dats what.  How 'bout yous?

Big B:  Pretty much the same here.  How you feeling?

Tony:  Bored out of my friggin' mind, ta tell ya da trut'.

Big B:  Really?  Well do you feel like maybe going out to grab a few drinks?

Tony:  Witchu?

Tony glares at Big B for a few moments as he seems to be thinking it over.

Tony:  Ah sure, why da hell not.  Let's do it.

Big B:  That's great!  It's going to be such a blast!  We'll have so much fun, I promise.

Tony:  If yous say so.  Ain't gonna be no worse den sittin' 'round here.

Big B:  Awesome, let's go!

With that, Big B goes to get his stuff together to leave while Tony simply waits for him by the door, as he's already ready to go given he just walked in.  Big B grabs his stuff, puts on his shoes, and excitedly runs over to the door as the scene slowly fades.

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The scene opens up back later that night inside of a bar out in Phoenix, where Big B and Tony are seen sitting on stools up at the door.  B and Tony are both drinking back their beers, with the stools next to them currently empty.  That soon changes though as a group of people show up at the bar right near them, with one of the guys in the group sitting at the stool right next to Tony.  Tony then leans over towards Big B and mumbles to him.

Tony:  Check dis out, B.

Tony then turns his attention to the man sitting at the stool next to his and shoves him in the shoulder, causing the man to turn towards Tony's direction.

Tony:  What da hell is yer problem, huh?  Yous think you can get away wit' dat shit?  Yous t'ink yous can take me or somet'in'?  I'lls even give ya da first t'row, le's see what ya got.

The man looks caught off guard at first and stands up from his seat at the bar stool, showing himself to be no small man himself by any stretch.  Tony then jumps up from his seat as well, and the two men are face to face with each other, looking ready to fight.  Seeing this, Big B quickly hops up as well and runs over to the side of them, and pushes himself in between as he looks.

Big B:  Oh hey, come on guys.  There's no need for a fight, right?  I mean, you really don't want to be fighting my friend here do you?

The other man looks over towards Big B, then up towards the bigger man who is towering over him.  The man looks back and forth between B and Tony a few times, his eyes going wide as he clearly starts to become a bit fearful of the circumstances, with B mentioning himself as Tony's friend.  The man then puts his hands up as he backs up a little bit.

Man:  You know what?  I think it's time for me to go.

The man then turns towards his friends and waves for him to follow them, as the group quickly heads to the opposite side of the bar.  Big B has a big smile on his face as he sits right back down, while Tony slowly sits down as while, glaring at Big B the entire time as he wears a scowl on his face.

Tony:  What da frig'?  Dats like da third time yous done dat tonight.

Big B:  Yeah, it's so weird that you almost end up accidentally having guys wanting to fight you, right?  I'm glad I was able to break it up though so you don't have to deal with that.

Tony looks at Big B and rolls his eyes, his friend quite clearly oblivious to the fact that Tony's quite eagerly looking for a fight.

Tony:  Yeah, what a real friggin' treat yous are.

Big B:  So anyway... what were we talking about before?

Tony:  We's was talkin' 'bout your match, and you's was all confused because you didn't seem to know what was going on with your opponents.

Big B:  Oh yeah, what were you talking about?

Tony:  Well you know who's dese guys are, right?

Big B:  Yeah, we're facing Sean Jackson and Jamie Dean.

Tony:  Right, and dose two guys friggin' hate each other, and you's gonna be facin' 'em.  What do ya t'ink of dat?

Big B:  Well isn't it obvious?  That's not good!

Tony:  Wait... what?

Big B:  I don't like it when people hate each other.

Tony:  Yeah, but in this case, dat's good ya know.

Big B:  How could it be good?  Everyone should like each other!

Tony:  They're your opponents.

Big B:  I know that.

Tony:  Which is why it's good.

Big B simply sits there and staring at Tony blankly, still not getting it.

Tony:  A'ight, lemme break it down for ya.  You's got dis Sean guy, and you's got da Jamie guy.  They ain't like each other none.  At da same time, dey gotta team up and dey gotta play against yous and Desp... as tag team partners.  When da tag team partners ain't like each other, dats only good for their opponents.  Capiche?

Big B:  Cap-what-now?

Tony:  Forget dat... you get what I'm sayin'?

Big B:  Not really.  If they're tag team partners, shouldn't they like each other?

Tony:  Yeah, dey should... but dey don't.  Dats why it's good.

Big B:  So then why would they hate each other and be tag partners?

Tony:  Ya know what?  Just friggin' forget it alright.  All ya need to worry about is that dem hating each other only means good things for yous guys.

Big B:  Nuh uh, other people hating each other makes me sad.

Tony:  Ah, screw data.  Sooner or lata', dose two is gonna be fightin' each other, and dats da beauty of it all.

Big B:  Um... I'm not sure if you understand how tag team matches work Tone.  You see, while there are four people in the match, two of them are supposed to only fight the two other guys on the other side of the ring.

Tony:  Yeah, I...

Tony's attempt to interject Big B's unnecessary explanation of tag team matches fails, as Big B is too caught up in what he is saying to even realize Tony is trying to talk.

Big B:  Like me and Despayre, we're on the same team.  And Sean and Jamie are going to be on the other team.  So either me or Despayre can fight Sean or Jamie.  But me and Despayre won't fight each other, and Sean and Jamie won't fight each other either.  Do you understand what I'm saying now?

Tony:  Yeah, yeah fine... obviously you're right that two guys who absolutely hate each other and are only forced into being tag team partners as a way ta screw wit' dem would never possibly want to end up fighting da guy that they hate, but only instead will want to spend da entire time fighting wit da guys dey ain't got nothing against.  Does dat about cover it?

Big B stops to think it all over for a few seconds, when finally a big smile comes across his face.

Big B:  Yeah, you got it!

Tony rolls his eyes in disgust as Big B is clearly oblivious to the excessive sarcasm in his comment.  Tony then turns back towards the bar and calls after the bartender.

Tony:  Hey!  I need another round over here, a'ight?  Right away!

Tony then looks back at Big B, who is smiling back at Tony.  Tony simply looks disgusted before he turns back to the bar.

Tony:  You know what?  Betta' make dat a double!

Tony lets out a sigh and just shakes his head as he continues drinking the other drink he still had in front of him as the scene then slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up within the all-too-familiar lovely Los Angeles home of the former SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones (And why wouldn't it?  When the show is in Vegas, might as well live in the lap of luxury).  The scene quickly moves in on Nick himself, who is seen sprawled out on a leather coach in front of his large screen television, interestingly enough watching the most recent episode of SCW's Climax Control.  Perhaps even more noteworthy is that the particular match in question he is watching is that of his cousin, Bernard "Big B" Jones, going up against Lucian Frost.  Just as Nick ends up watching the intense finish to this match, Big B enters the room from behind Nick, just in time to catch what his cousin was watching.  Big B seems a bit confused by this, and just as the match finishes, Nick stops the recording of the show and Big B quickly chimes in, sounding slightly upset.

Big B:  You only JUST watched my match now?

Nick, clearly having no idea that Big B was standing right behind the couch, jumps from his seat for a moment, startled by the sound of his cousin.  Nick then quickly spins around to see B and lets out a deep breath and shakes his head before cousin in annoyance before responding.

Nick:  Yeah, so what?

Big B:  Well the match was almost TWO WEEKS ago.  I know you weren't there and stuff, which I didn't make a big deal out of it or anything, but I thought you'd at least have watched the match.  Even if not live, at least sometime soon after that.

Nick:  I don't know what to tell you, B.  I'm a busy man, and this is the first chance I've had to get to it.  I still watched it, didn't I?  No reason to be so sensitive.  You should just be appreciative that I made the time for it at all.

Big B:  Oh... ok.  I guess that makes sense why I've hardly seen you the past few weeks.  What have you been doing that's made you so busy?

The tone of Big B's response makes it clear that the question is innocent enough, as B seemed to be more curious as opposed to having any interest in trying to catch Nick in a lie.  However, that still doesn't do Nick any good, as he is left stammering a bit while searching for a response.

Nick:  Well, it's... it's just... it hasn't really just been ONE thing, you know.  There's been lots of things.  Really it's a list too long to even begin to get into.  I wouldn't want to bore you with all of the details, but I've just been very busy, that's all.

Nick seems to look at B a bit nervously, seemingly unsure even if his typically gullible cousin is going to fall for this one, as B silently stands there thinking things over.  However, just a moment or two passes before a smile comes across Big B's face as he nods back at Nick.

Big B:  Ok, fair enough.

Nick looks relieved as he then takes the opportunity to turn back to the TV, grabbing the remote and ready to put something on, but before he can get that far, Big B suddenly goes leaping over the catch and goes crashing down onto the couch cushion right next to Nick.  With the impact of B's additional size and weight over his cousin, this causes the entire couch to temporary tilt in B's direction and ultimately makes Nick, who was caught completely off guard, go falling over right into Big B.  Big B just chuckles to himself as Nick looks rather annoyed, pushing himself away from B as quickly as he can before glaring over at him.

Nick:  What the hell was that?

Big B:  I'll tell you what it was...

Big B gets quiet for a moment as Nick simply looks confused.  Nick opens his mouth to respond but before he can get a word in, Big B quickly darts forward to get face to face with his cousin as he screams out.

Big B:  FUN!!!

Big B quickly falls back into his seat and breaks out into hysterical laughter, kicking around in the process as Nick rolls his eyes.  Nick goes to grab the remote once more, but before he gets very far, Big B gets his act together and addresses his cousin once again.

Big B:  So what did ya think?

Nick:  Of what?  You nearly breaking my couch, or your stupid little joke after that?

Big B:  No, no, no... the match, silly!

Nick:  Oh, the match.

Nick seems to actually be presently surprised in his cousin's interest to discuss a more serious matter, particularly one Nick is actually interested in.  Nick stops to think it over for a moment before responding.

Nick:  Well I've got to give credit where credit is due... you had quite the performance out there.

Big B's face quickly glows at the fact of receiving any degree of praise from Nick, the cousin who he so clearly looks up to, as much as that may confuse so many people.

Big B:  Really?!?

Nick:  Absolutely.  You know as well as anyone that I've always told you how singles wrestling versus tag team wrestling is a whole different ball-game, but you went out there and showed you could handle it on your own in that ring.  Now granted, it's not like it was against some top level talent or for some major title, but hell... for you, that was pretty good.

Big B, clearly missing the slight at himself that was implied in Nick's last comment, becomes more excited as Nick continues on.

Nick:  I guess you really were paying attention to everything I taught you.  I'm glad that, thanks to me, you've been able to become a legitimate competitor out there.  I won't lie, I had concerns that you would simply be out there, doing you own thing, not acting like a real wrestler and instead running around out there like a chicken with his head cut off, kind of like that lunatic buddy of yours...

Nick stops himself mid-sentence and looks at his cousin, seeming to ponder what he was about to say for a few moments.

Nick:  ... well never mind that.  Anyway, the point is really that I'm glad to see you took to your teaching well and that, all thanks to me, and everything I've thought you, that you've shown yourself capable of having matches like you did right there.  And don't worry, there's no need to thank me for absolutely everything that I've done to make you into the talent that you've become, what I see in that ring is enough of an acknowledgment of all of the credit I deserve.

Big B nods along with a big smile on his face the entire time, letting his cousin finish before chiming in with his response.

Big B:  Yeah!  Plus, you know it was also really cool how before the match and everything, Synn sat down with me and went over all sort of strategizingness of the match.  That definitely made a huge difference in what I did, especially given that it was a singles match.  I don't think I could have done it without him!

Nick does not take too kindly to Big B's crediting of Synn, as a scowl quickly appears on his face and, with a displeased tone in his voice, he is quick to cut in.

Nick:  Yeah, while I'm sure that was REEEAL helpful and all, I think it's safe to say that five minutes of chit-chat with some never was might not have been quite as important as everything you learned from watching the best in the business with a front row seat, right?

Big B seems rather confused by Nick's comments, not quite getting the intended insult at Synn, but rather just unsure of what Nick is saying overall.

Big B:  Um... right?  But yeah, I mean obviously there was A LOT more to it than just that talk with Synn.  That was really a small piece of the puzzle.

A smile comes back to the face of Nick as he perceives his cousin conceding to his point.  That doesn't last very long, however, as Big B proceeds with his point.

Big B:  I mean it's been for weeks before that, even months, that Synn has been teaching me all sorts of stuff.  It's been great!  I mean, there's still I didn't never know about wrestling at all until Synn taught me it.  It was so cool and it helps me do all these new moves and how to counter stuff, and everything.

Nick:  Oh yeah, because I'm sure really a few weeks from some second rate hack did way more for your development as wrestler than all of the years before that ever did.

Clearly not catching the sarcasm of Nick's comment, Big B simply looks to his cousin and shrugs.

Big B:  I guess so.

Nick gets more annoyed by this response, but then makes an effort to simply change the topic.

Nick:  Well whatever... how about this next match of yours, huh?  You and your little buddy have yourselves a tag title defense I see.  So with gold on the line you always have to be prepared, even if you are going up against a couple of nobodies.

Big B:  Our match isn't against nobody... our match is against two people, another tag team!

Nick:  Right, but I meant... never mind.

Big B:  Yeah, these guys are also pretty awesome too, ya know.

Nick:  Awesome?  Come on, give me a break.  It's one thing to underrate your opponents, which is never good, but you seem to hold every one of these clowns up on a pedestal.  What has either one of those losers ever accomplished?

Big B:  Well Lucian Frost was the FIRST EVER SCW Roulette Champion!  And of course...

Nick doesn't even let Big B finish as he cuts him off mid-sentence.

Nick:  Well yeah, obviously... but winning some low-level title years and years ago doesn't mean much today, now does it?  Besides, I meant what have they two of them ever actually accomplished as a TEAM.  It is a tag team title match after all, not a roulette match.

Big B:  Yeah, I know, but that's what I was gonna say... they also are former SCW Tag Team Champions, too!

As this conversation is ongoing, Tony is seen walking by in the background and cannot help but stop and listen in, clearly quite intrigued by what he's hearing.  Meanwhile, Nick tries to talk his way out of not knowing these facts he was quite oblivious to before this.

Nick:  Obviously I know about that, that's not what I really meant.  I mean, how long ago was THAT, right?

Big B:  It was actually pretty recently!

Nick:  That's all relative though.  "Pretty recently?"  Come on, don't fall into that trap.  "Recently" doesn't really mean much of anything, in the end it's still a while ago and, when you look at it in the measure of what really matters at all, they are one in a long line of former champions A.K.A., losers.  Right?

Big B:  Yeah, but cuz, they were the ones who Despy and me actually won the tag team titles from!

Nick is completely stunned, not quite sure how to respond to this as he seemed to not have a clue that this was true.  He stutters for a bit and can't come up with anything, so before he can even mutter a single intelligible word, Tony opts to chime in, drawing the attention of both Nick and Big B in the process.

Tony: Jeez, and I t'ought it was supposed ta be B who was da friggin'...

Tony puts his fingers up in air quotes.

Tony: ... "stupit one".

Tony chuckles, as Big B joins him laughter, of course oblivious to the joke being an insult to him just as much as it was to Nick.  Nick, of course, is not quite so amused as he is quick to snap back.

Nick:  Well aren't you just a damn riot, huh?  Well maybe you want to be the...

Nick now makes air quotes of his own.

Nick:  ... "unemployed one".

Tony notices the pissy nature of his boss at this point, and rather then pushing the matter further simply waves Nick off and turns and walks out of the area, bringing a smug look of satisfaction to Nick's face in the process.

Big B:  Well anyway... enough about all of this tag match stuff, there are more important things to worry about for Sunday.

Nick turns back towards his cousin, a look of confusion on his face.

Nick:  What the hell are you talking about?

Big B:  What do you think, silly?  Sunday is not only the Into the Void supercard, but that's also SCW's Make a Wish event!

Nick raises an eyebrow at his cousin, perplexed at this comment from him.

Nick:  THAT is more important?

Big B's jaw drops in shock as he hears this comment from Nick, and for the first time Nick seems to hear himself, as he stops for a moment and his expression changes as he shakes his head.

Nick:  Yeah, wow... I just heard how that came out.  That came across pretty bad, huh?

Big B does not say a word, but simply nods rather vigorously at his cousin.

Nick:  Yeah, sorry about that.  I mean, I'm not saying this whole Make-a-Wish thing isn't important, but it's not like you need to prepare in advance for it, or put all of your focus on that going in.  For a match, you actually need to do that stuff, you know what I'm saying?

Big B shakes his head at Nick before responding.

Big B:  Nuh uh!  I'll be ready for the match, don't worry about that, but trust me, I absolutely totally need to be preparing in advance and all of that stuff for the Make-a-Wish!  It's super duper important!

Nick:  Sure, I guess so, but...

Big B:  I know not to underestimate my opponents, but you're the one always telling me how much betterer and strongerer I am than them, right?

Nick:  Um... right.

Big B:  So why do I need to waste all of my time on them?  The answer is I don't!  So now if I spend my time on more important things, like the super duper ultra mega important Make a Wish, then I can help make even more wishes come true, right?  And what's more important than that?

Nick stops and thinks for a moment, but cannot seem to come up with an answer to his cousin's question.

Nick:  Well I guess you make quite the point there.  That's quite, um... admirable, I guess you'd say.  Good for you, and if you've really got yourself at the point where you know you've got this match in the bag, then good for you, make the best of it.  You do whatever you think you should do.

Big B:  Not just me.  What about you?

Nick looks confused by this comment from B, not seeming to understanding what he's getting at.

Nick:  What about me?

Big B:  You're going to be there too, right?

Nick:  At the show?  Of course.  I know I missed Climax Control, but this is a supercard, and the titles are on the line.  I wouldn't miss that.

Big B:  I'm not talking about the show.  Well, I am talking about the show sort of, but that's not what I was really asking.

Nick:  Alright, you've lost me... what ARE you asking?

Big B:  I'm asking about Make A Wish!

Nick:  Didn't we just finish talking about that?  I said good for you if that's what you wanted to do.

Big B:  No, we didn't finish.  That's what I'm still talking about.

Nick:  I'm still not following you, B.

Big B:  I'm saying that it's not just me, what about YOU being there for Make a Wish?

For the first time, B's implications finally catch on with Nick and his expression quickly changes.  While he doesn't look unhappy about this question from B, he certainly seems a bit uncertain.  Nick responds slowly and quietly, some hesitancy clearly present in his voice.

Nick:  Well I don't know about that one, B.

Big B:  Why not?

Nick:  It's just... it's complicated.

Big B:  What's so complicated?  We're gonna get to see all of these kids and they'll be so excited and it'll be great!

Nick:  Yeah, I know.  But it's um... you know.

Big B:  No, I don't... what?

Nick:  I'm just so damn busy lately, you know.

Big B:  I know, but didn't you just say you were going to be at the supercard?

Nick:  Well... yeah.

Nick seems to try to come up with something else to say, but has nothing and eventually just stops trying to even conjure up some weak response to this.

Big B:  So then you'll be there with me for Make a Wish?

Nick thinks this over and then a small smile creeps across his face, a very uncommon sight for Nick, as he responds to his cousin.

Nick:  Yeah, I guess I will.

Big B:  GREAT!!! Oh my gosh, this is gonna be so much fun.  I'm gonna love it, you're gonna love it, all the Entourage is gonna love it, and the KIDS are gonna love it!

Big B excitedly rambles on with all of his plans for the upcoming Sunday as Nick quietly sits and listens to his cousin go on, with it all fading off into the background as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens at the Los Angeles International Airport, which is of course extremely busy with a non-stop rush of people running all around, rushing to catch their planes and gleefully reaching their final destination and attempting to finally get back home.  As the shot scans around the airport, it slowly but surely starts to focus in on one particularly area, which as it gets closer reveals itself to be the baggage claim area.  As it continues to move in, the shot particularly focuses on one particular baggage carousel and it is not long before a familiar face is noticed, as his head peaks out above the average folks all around him.  Standing there with a gleeful smile on his face is none other than one-half of the SCW Tag Team Champion Bosom Buddies, Bernard "Big B" Jones.  B stands at the carousel, which is not yet moving as no bags have arrived from the flight yet, as the crowd continues to grow.  Big B, however, has managed to position himself quite well, being right up against the carousel and directly in front of the area which the baggage comes down to, giving him the opportunity to quickly bag as soon as it arrives.  It is at that point that the red light in front of Big B starts to flash and a loud buzzing sound is heard, indicating that the baggage is now finally on it's way.

Big B:  Oooo!  Oooo!  Here it comes!

Big B gets almost giddy as a smile grows across his face and the carousel starts to now move.  A few moments later, bags start dropping down onto it one by one, as Big B's head can be seen staring at each one intently, watching it as it goes past him, despite many of them looking not at all similar to each other, and therefore clearly not all looking like his own bag.  At one point, one of the bags slides down but gets caught at the top of the carousel, making it completely out of reach for many folks.  It is at that point that a small woman looks up to the much taller B and flashes him a smile.

Woman:  Excuse me, sir.  Would you mind doing me a favor and grabbing that bag for me?

The woman motions to the bag in question as Big B looks to it, then back at her, before happily nodding.

Big B:  Yeah, of course!

The delay caused by the conversation has however caused the bag to move further away from B's reach, yet he still attempts to lean over and grab the bag.  As it is just out of his reach, Big B tries to lean in even closer, despite the bag only getting further away as he does.  Big B eventually leans in so much that he suddenly tumbles over and falls completely onto the carousel!  The people all around look at B quite curiously, while a number of others immediately burst out into laughter.  Big B, riding around on the carousel, now continues to crawl forward on it until he reaches the bag he was looking for and grabs it with both hands.  B then stands up, lifts the bag up, and holds it over his head as he looks back to the woman, screaming back to her as he's now on the complete other side.

Big B:  I GOT IT!!!

B then looks at the bag, then back to the woman, and at the bag again.  Clearly confused by the situation, a smile comes across his face as he looks back to the woman once more.

Big B:  I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!!!

With that, Big B sits back down onto the carousel and waits is it slowly but surely circles him around.  People all around look at Big B like he's absolutely nuts, some still laughing, while B simply smiles and waves to walks as he passes them by.  Eventually, Big B comes all the way around back to where he started, at which point he hands the bag off of the carousel to the woman who was waiting for it, who is looking at Big B in utter shock.

Woman:  Um... thanks?  You know that really wasn't necessary.

Big B:  You're welcome.  Glad to help.

Clearly distracted by passing off the baggage and his conversation with the woman, Big B becomes rather oblivious to his circumstances and finds himself still on the baggage carousel, continuing to ride around.  Once the woman walks away, Big B goes to lean back but then seems to suddenly come to a realization.  He looks down and then immediately tries to climb off the carousel, but in the process stumbles over and, due to his size, knocks over another three people all trying to get their luggage, falling to the ground along with them.  Big B gets up and brushes himself off before looking down at the other three fallen individuals.

Big B:  Oops... sorry.

Big B then grabs two of them by the arms and in one felt swoop, yanks them right up to their, and nearly pulling them back down in the opposite direction, before they both manage to barely get their balance.  B then goes to grab the last person, who quickly waves Big B off before getting up on their own.  Big B simply smiles and nods to the three people, all of whom are giving B dirty looks, but he seems unaware of this.  Big B then turns around just in time to see a familiar piece of baggage go moving past him.

Big B:  Oh no!  That's mine!

With the bag clearly out of reach, Big B opts not to repeat his mistakes but instead decides to go chasing after it.  Staying just along side of the carousel the whole time, Big B tries to go after it, despite the entire area being swarmed by others trying to get their bags.  B seems unintentionally oblivious to this however, as he is so focused in on his bag, that B's unusual size and strength causes him to effortlessly toss people aside as he chases after the bag.  Eventually, so many people have gotten bulldozed by the big man, that others seem him coming and quickly step back to clear his path.  With this happening, it finally allows Big B to catch up to the bag and he is able to grab it and pull it off of the carousel.  Big B then looks at the luggage tag and immediately furrows his brow.

Big B:  Hey, this bag isn't mine.

Big B immediately puts the bag back onto the carousel, but as he does, an identical looking bag goes moving past him, catching his attention just a moment too late.

Big B:  Not again!

As soon as he says that, before he even gets a chance to move, all of the folks who had moved back in immediately step back away to clear a path as Big B once again goes chasing after the bag.  However, after just a short ways around it, B immediately comes to a screeching halt as he sees a hand reach onto the carousel, grab his bag, and pull it off.  B stares down at his bag on the ground as he gets a bit whiny in his tone.

Big B:  Now hold on one gosh darn second!

Big B stops himself and thinks for a moment before continuing on.

Big B:  Sorry for my potty mouth, but that's my bag!

There is a rather quick response of what seems to be a very familiar voice.

Voice:  Yeah, no shit Sherlock.

Big B finally looks up for the first time since catching up to the bag to see the wide, cocky smirk plastered across the face of his cousin, Nick Jones.

Big B:  Nicky!!!

Big B immediately wraps his arms around his cousin in a big bear hug, lifting him up off the ground in the process as Nick's eyes go completely wide.

Big B:  I didn't expect to see you here.

Big B then looks past Nick and notices the very familiar faces of the entire Entourage: Diana, Tony, Jimmy, and Max.  Upon seeing them, Big B goes to move into their direction.

Big B:  Hey guys!

Big B takes a step forward, but clearly wanting to avoid a similar fate as Nick had just received, they all take a step back while waiving Big B off and each providing quick greetings in response.  Big B then turns his attention back towards his cousin.

Big B:  What a funny coincidence that you're not only here, but you accidentally picked up my bag too.

Nick rolls his eyes before responding to his cousin.

Nick:  No, it wasn't a coincidence.  I picked up the bag BECAUSE...

Nick stops himself as he shakes his head in disgust.

Nick:  You know what?  Forget it.  Welcome come big guy.

Big B:  Thanks cuz.

Big B then pulls out the handle from his baggage and starts to roll it along, as the group all start to walk away from the baggage area, talking along the way.

Nick:  So what took you so long to get back to LA anyway?

Big B:  What do you mean?

Nick:  What do you mean "What do you mean"?  The freakin' supercard was over two weeks ago, and nobody has seen or heard you since then.  What the hell was going on?

Big B:  Well, um... you see I had, uh... decided to um... decided to continue on my own tour all around Africa.  And um... not just Africa, other countries too.

After Big B refers to Africa as a "country", Big B looks at his cousin rather sadly before not being able to help but correct him.

Nick:  Continents?

Big B stops and looks back at his cousin seemingly perplexed.

Big B:  Yeah, I was going to the bathroom just fine.  Why?

Nick can't help but laugh at this one as he just shakes his head.

Nick:  Never mind.  But back to your previous point, do you really expect anyone to believe that story?

Big B:  Sure?  Why not?

Nick:  Well aside from all of your "um"s and "uh"s, what possible reason would anyone have to believe that after an entire tour with SCW, paid by SCW, and with plenty of other people, you'd want to continue going on one by yourself?

Big B does not respond, but simply lowers his head, looking down at his shoes as he kicks his feet.

Nick:  Care to tell us what really happened, B?

Big B lets out a deep sigh before responding.

Big B:  Um... ok.

B then looks up to the group, who are all standing there watching B, waiting to hear his story.

Big B:  So you see, I was supposed to take a flight back here the day after Chaos in Cape Town, but I... well I kind of got onto the wrong plane.

Nick can't help but chuckle, but doesn't say a word as he lets B continue on.

Big B:  So I had to try to get connecting flights to go back to LA, because where I went to didn't have any direct flights here.  So then I ended up flying all over Africa.  Then I somehow ended up in Europe.  Then I totally find a flight that said on the little screen thingy that it was going back to LA, so I buy a ticket for that flight, I even get on the right flight and everything.  Then I get off the plane, and I'm in Louisiana!  Did you know that they use LA as an abbreviation for Louisiana?!?

Nick and all of the Entourage burst into hysterical laughter hearing this, while B is clearly oblivious as to why.  As they quiet down, Nick manages to barely muster through his laughter a response.

Nick:  I think I may have heard that.  So what happened then?

Big B:  Well then the next flight to Los Angeles wasn't until the next morning, so I had to stay at a hotel for the night.  So then I stayed there, but when I went to the airport, I found out I had missed the flight.  Apparently my watch was set to some sort of different African time or something.  So then there wasn't another flight to LA until the next day, so I had to book that.

Nick:  And did you forget to set your watch to the local time and miss the flight again?

Big B looks down to the ground again as he quietly responds.

Big B:  Well... no.

Nick:  But??

Big B mumbles a response that is barely audible.

Big B:  But I overslept.

Nick lets out another laugh before responding.

Nick:  So did you FINALLY make it out of Louisiana on the flight after that?

Big B:  Well of course, that was this morning.  I'm not an idiot you know.

The entire group simply stares at Big B in silence after he says that, nobody given the slightest bit of reaction to that.  After a bit of awkwardness, Nick then turns and continues on their earlier path towards the parking area.  The entire group walks on without saying a word and as they get their, they eventually walk right up to a luxurious limousine.  As soon as they get there, Nick then turns back towards the group and looks at them.  Nick specifically points over into the direction of Tony, Max and Jimmy as he speaks.

Nick:  So which one of you pulled the short straw, huh?

They all looked confused by this, but of course Tony is the one least worried about speaking up.

Tony:  What da frig' you's talkin' 'bout, boss?

Nick:  Which one of you is it gonna be?

Still all confused, Jimmy musters up the courage to chime in.

Jimmy:  Nicky, baby, gonna be to do what?

Nick:  To drive the damn limo you dumbasses.  What do you think I'm talking about?

Jimmy:  But Nick, you had me hire and pay for a professional limousine driver.  He's the one who drove us here.  Oh gawd, what happened to him?

Nick:  What happened is I fired that dipshits sorry ass, that's what happened.

Tony:  What da frig' for?

For the first time amongst all of this, Diana finally opts to speak up.

Diana:  Because that creepy old bastard was staring at my breasts through the side window in the back when we stopped on the way here, that's why!

Nick quietly mumbles to himself after Diana says this.

Nick:  Pretty sure he was just looking at the friggin' pump while standing there and filling the gas tank.

Despite his attempts to be very quiet, Diana clearly heard Nick's comments and shoots him a dirty look.  Upon seeing this, Nick clears his throat, speaks up and quickly changes his tune.

Nick:  I mean, um... yeah, that creepo was staring at her tits!

Diana shoots Nick another dirty look, causing him to corrects himself once more.

Nick:  Um... her chest that is.  Yeah, that.

Jimmy:  But baby, I have got to ask, if Diana is the one who wanted him fired, then why is she not the one who is going to drive?  Only seems fair, baby.

The entire group all turn and look at Jimmy like he is a complete moron, some even seeming shocked that he would dare to even suggest such a thing.  The looks quickly register with Jimmy as he continues on.

Jimmy:  Haha, gotcha!  Great joke, right guys?  So alright, how do we decide which one of us does it?

Jimmy looks to Tony and Max, who seem to mull it over for a few seconds before Tony proposes a solution.

Tony:  Why's don't we's fight fer it?

Both Jimmy and Max look petrified by this possibility and both are stumbling over their words, incapable of getting out a response.  After a few seconds, Nick lets out a chuckle before responding.

Nick:  Well I think it's safe to say that Tony has successfully taken himself out of contention for getting stuck with this job.  So which one of you two is it going to be, huh?  Figure it out quickly, I want to get the hell out of here.

Having previously been quiet since the awkward silence that followed his story, Big B finally chimes in again.

Big B:  How come only those two get to drive?  Why aren't I allowed to do it?

Nick:  Well I figure since you're the one coming back, that we're here to pick you up, and you've been flying around all this time, I'd cut you a break.

Nick then goes to turn to Jimmy and Max again, but stops and thinks what Big B said over again before turning back to Big B.

Nick:  Wait a second, what do you mean by "allowed"?  Do you mean to tell us you actually WANT to drive the limo back home?

Big B:  Yeah, it'd be so cool!  I always wanted to do it since I was little kid.  Look at how big and long it is and stuff.  Plus the best part is I would get to wear this cool hat!

Big B reaches over to the front door and opens it up, quickly reaching in and pulling out the traditional limousine drivers cap that was left on the seat.  Big B places it down on top of his head, and it is quite clearly multiple sizes too small as it does not fit at all.  However, this does not stop Big B from flashing a big smile in the direction of all those around him.

Nick:  Um... alright then, I guess you're driving!

Big B quickly runs over to the back door and opens it up, holding it open as each of Diana, Nick, Tony, Jimmy and Max climb in one after another.  Big B closes the door behind them before rushing up to the front seat and jumping in as the scene fades.

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The scene fades back in a short while later to a close up shot from the front of the limo, as Big B is seen behind the wheel of the limo, driving down one of the highways in the area.  Big B is in the midst of what seems to be quite the long story, as the entire rest of the group can be seen sitting far behind him, all looking bored out of their minds, as they are each laying their motionless or rolling their eyes in disgust.

Big B:  So then I says to the guy, no way... LA stands for Los Angeles.  So we have got to be in Los Angeles, right?!?  But then he tells me...

At this point, Nick can be seen in the back of the vehicle reaching up, and as he pushes down on a switch, Big B is interrupted by the divider between the front and back of the limo going up between them.  Big B stops talking as he notices this and scratches his head in confusion.  B then looks around, completely taking his attention off the road as a number of horns are heard honking and B can clearly be seen swerving around.  B finally finds what he is looking for, and hits the switch on his side as the divider goes back down.

Big B:  Wow, that was so weird.

Nick:  Yeah, really weird.

Big B:  So as I was saying, then this guy tells me...

Nick then nods over towards Jimmy, who quickly hits the switch in the back once more, as the divider closes again.  Big B stops again and this time turns all the way around to look at the divider, and in the process completely weaving all the way across multiple lanes, and a number of screeching tires and more honking horns can be heard.  Big B quickly turns around and then sees confused by the mess around him and simply shrugs, before reaching over to his switch again and putting the divider back down.

Big B:  Why does that keep happening?

Nick:  No idea.

Nick then looks over towards Max this time, and nods towards him. Max then starts to hit the switch as well, and the divider goes about half way up before Big B hits his and it starts to go back down.  Nick nods right back at Max who hits the switch again, causing it to head up again, but it doesn't make it up before B hits his switch to bring it back down.  This continues back and forth multiple times, each time Big B getting about one word in before he stops to put the divider back up.  Eventually Max starts to shake his hand off in pain and Big B manages to successfully get the divider all the way back down.

Big B:  This is so weird!  What's going on?!?

Nick:  I don't know, it must be broken or something.  Better not touch that switch again or you might get shocked or something.  Could be dangerous you know.

Big B:  Oh ok, good point.  Thanks cuz, you're always looking out for me, huh?

Nick:  Oh yeah, you bet.

Big B:  So like I was saying...

Before he can even say another word, or Nick even give the nod to anyone, both Diana and Tony make a move for the switch, but Tony waves Diana off and takes care of it himself, also making a fist as he seems ready to swing if Big B reaches for his own switch again.  However, this time B seems to take the advice of Nick, as Tony gets the divider all the way back up successfully.  The entire group lets out a collective set of sighs of relief.  As they enjoy the silence for a few seconds, there is suddenly a clicking sound heard from somewhere behind them.

Big B:  Oh look, isn't this so cool?  There's an intercom system in here!  Now even with the broken window thingy-majig we can still talk!

Nick hits the button on their side to active the microphone as he gives a response that is filled with a heavy does of sarcasm.

Nick:  Oh super.

Big B:  So what was I saying?  Oh... I don't remember.  But anyway, did you guys see the Bosom Buddies have a match on Sunday?  We've got a title defense, it will be so cool!  And before that, there's going to be this super cool in-ring celebration thing that's planned for us because of our title win!  How cool is that?

That last comment clearly catches Nick's attention as he quickly sits up and presses the intercom button.

Nick:  I'm sorry, what was that?

Big B:  Oh, me and Despy were just told that we should be ready to go down to the ring to have a little celebration ceremony for our title win.  It's going to be like our own little party.  Soooooo cool, right?

Nick:  Oh yeah, that should be quite interesting.  I know I'm certainly looking forward to it.

Big B:  Why?  It's just for me and Depsy.  I'm pretty sure it's invite only.  Sorry cuz.

A smirk comes across Nick's face, as he gives a very insincere sounding response.

Nick:  Oh yes, of course.  I know that I cannot be there.  I'm just so happy for you is all.

Big B:  Oh... thanks!

Nick looks to the rest of the group and rolls his eyes that Big B fell for that as the sly grin continues to grow on his face.

Big B:  Then after that, we have our tag team title defense.  We're facing these two guys, one's name is like Rat or something, and the other one is a Metal Rapper.

Nick:  Actually... it's Wrath and the Mental Rapist.  How do you never know who it is you're facing?

Big B:  Well you don't win matches by knowing their names!

Nick seems to be a bit shocked by this response and, while not giving B the satisfaction of responding approvingly, Nick does nod his head, accepting his premise, as B continues on.

Big B:  So anyway, these guys are pretty good.  You know they're part of your old buddy Mark's team.  You know, not the one you were on with him, but he's got a new one now.  You know, the one you're not on.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah.

Big B:  So like, he asked those two guys to be on his team, but not you right?  So they must be pretty good if that's what he decided to do.  

Nick:  Right, got your point.

Big B:  I mean, really really really good.  So even though me and Despy Were good enough to beat three other teams, we are totally being careful.  Because we're both like "whoa, both of these guys must be better than Nick, huh?"  Or at least that's what your old buddy things or something.

Nick is now becoming quite annoyed by this topic of conversation, and hits the intercom button one last time.

Nick:  What's that?  You seem to be breaking up.  It looks like the intercom must be broken too.

With that, Nick turns and turns, reaches behind him, and grabs the intercom speaker that is setup and tears it right away from where it is pointed, and rips out the wiring that has it setup.  Nick then sits back again, and he, along with the rest of the Entourage, let out deep sighs of relief.  Of course, that doesn't last too long, as after a few seconds, the radio can be heard turning on.  Nobody seems to bothered by this at first, as Big B can be heard flipping through the channels of the radio station.  It all finally comes to a stop, and the entire group looks at each other in horror as Big B stops upon a station that is just starting up with Rebecca Black's "Friday".

Nick:  Oh sweet mother of God.  I think it might be time to just jump out of the damn car.

Things only go from bad to worse as the lyrics start to hit and despite the divider being up, B can be heard loudly screaming along with the song in a manner that seems to being his attempting at singing, but is just painfully awful.  The entire group attempts to cover their ears, but the blasting sounds of this awful song and B's even worse singing cannot be blocked out as they all appear to be in absolute agony as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up aboard an airplane which appears to be traveling from the destination of last week's SCW Climax Control, Kinshasa, to the tour's next destination, Antananarivo, Madagascar.  As the camera shot pans around the plane, far back in the plane we see the familiar faces of many members of the Entourage, including Tony Capicelli, Jimmy Money, Max Goldstein, and perhaps most interestingly of all, even Diana Roberts despite Nick Jones being nowhere in sight.  However, that eventually gets explained as the camera continues to move throughout the airplane until it reaches the front where seated is the group's only active SCW superstar, Bernard "Big B" Jones, who has once again gotten himself a seat in the first class section, however after the last issue that occurred regarding this, it appears that his cousin Nick has also managed to get himself moved up as well, as the two cousins sit side by side.

Big B:  I have to say, I'm really excited about this.

Nick:  About what?  This flight?  Seriously cuz, I think we've had enough of these, and by now I figured you'd even be used to the whole first class thing by now.

Big B:  No, no... not that.  It's where we're actually going.

Nick:  Seriously?  I can't believe you actually have ever even heard of Madagascar, never mind actually be excited to go there.

Big B:  Of course I've heard of Masga... Mader... of course I've heard of that place.  I'm not stupid, ya know!

Nick, after having earlier been staring forward while talking to his cousin, suddenly stops to turn and look right at his cousin, raising an eyebrow in his direction, yet restraining himself from saying a word.  Big B seems rather oblivious to it though as, after a few seconds of silent, he continues on.

Big B:  But not only that, I learned all about it a few years back when I saw this really cool documentary all about the country.

Nick looks completely taken back as he hears Big B say this.

Nick:  You're kidding me.  I've got to admit, I never would have guessed you to be the type to watch documentaries.

Big B:  Yeah, I know, and usually I'm not.  But this one was like... really, really cool and stuff.

Nick:  So what is that you saw which had you so excited about checking this place out?

Big B:  Well there was a bunch of cool stuff really, but the coolest part more than anything totally had to be... they have animals that can talk!!

Big B's face lights up like an excited little child as Nick's expression instantly changes from one of actual interest to now having a look of absolute disgust on his face.  Nick immediately turns away from his cousin and looks towards a nearby flight attendant, quickly flagging her down to get her attention.  The flight attendant sees Nick and walks right over.

Flight Attendant:  Hello, is there something I can help you with?

Nick:  Sure, is there any chance you can go ahead and switch my seat?

Flight Attendant:  I'm sorry, is there something wrong?

Nick:  Yeah it's um... the seat is a problem because of, um... my leg, sure, that's it.

Nick points to his right knee which is still in a brace as well as motioning towards the cane which is still sporting.

Flight Attendant:  Well I'm so sorry sir, but unfortunately this flight is completely booked up.  There are no other seats available on the plane.

Big B:  Oh, I know!  I can just switch seats with you cuz if it's bothering you.  I don't want you to be uncomfortable if another seat will help.

Flight Attendant:  Oh, thank you so much for that sir.  That's very kind of you.

Nick shakes his head a bit as he responds with a very displeased tone to his voice.

Nick:  Oh yeah... that's just super.  Switching seats with you will really address the reason why I wanted to change seats.

Nick rolls his eyes as Big B gets up.  Nick then slowly pushes himself up out of his seat, as Big B tries to reach down and help Nick up, but Nick shoves him away and despite his struggles, eventually manages to get up.  Nick then shoves past Big B and then plops down into B's old seat.  Big B then sits down in Nick's seat and immediately looks over at his cousin.

Big B:  Feel better now, cuz?

Nick:  Yeah, sure, whatever.

Big B:  So what we were talking about again?  Oh yeah, that awesome documentary I watched.  So you see, there was this zebra...

Nick:  You know, it's not that I don't want to hear all about this super interesting story you've got here, because I certainly do, but... I'm a bit tired.  So I'm going to go ahead and take a nap.  Alright?

Big B:  Oh, um... ok.  Well I'll just tell you all about it once you wake up.

Nick:  Oh great... can't wait for that.

Big B:  I guess I'll just read while you take your nap.  I got this super awesome new book that's supposed to be like... the best ever.  It's apparently a real classic.

Big B then reaches to his carry on bag which is down under his seat, opens his bag and pulls out... the original book in the Twilight series.  Nick sees this and just chuckles to himself, but still opts to sit back in his seat, put his head back and close his eyes, still chuckling all along at his cousin.  Big B then opens up the book to the first page as he starts to read aloud.

Big B:  Twilight... by Stephenie Meyer.

Nick opens his eyes for a moment and looks at his cousin like he is nuts, but as B gets quiet, Nick shakes his head and returns to his attempt to go to sleep.  However, that doesn't last long as Big B starts to speak again.

Big B:  Preface... I'd never given much thought...

It clearly doesn't take much, as Nick has had enough and even in spite of his ongoing injury to his leg, manages to jump up out of his seat as he screams out in anger.  Nick then storms off away from his seat, clearly with the sole intention of getting away from Big B.  Nick then heads over towards one of the bathrooms, goes inside and slams the door shut, locking himself in.  Big B seems to be caught a bit off guard by this, but after a moment of watching his cousin storm off, simply shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his book.

Big B:  Now I have to start over.  I'd never given much thought...

Big B continues reading on as the scene slowly fades.

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The scene fades back in to a scene a day later on a beach in Madagascar.  All seated together on lounge chairs on the beach are the Bosom Buddies, Big B and Despayre, and seated between them on his own chair is none other than Angel.  As a conversation amongst them seems to have just wrapped up, Despayre gets up and walks off out of the shot just as the scene fades in.  It only takes a moment before Nick, who it quickly becomes apparent was waiting for Despayre to leave, swoops on in, hobbling over towards where his cousin is seated.  Nick goes to sit down on the lounge chair next to Big B, but B quickly stops him.

Big B:  Wait!  You can't sit there!

Nick:  What?  Why the hell not?

Big B:  The seat is already taken!

Big B points onto the chair and Nick turns around and looks down to see Angel seated upon the chair.  Nick turns back to Big B and looks ready to say something, but instead just lets out a deep sigh and instead opts to stand as he talks to his cousin.

Nick:  Listen, we need to make this quick, because I wanted to just talk to you one on one; without your little buddy here.

Big B:  But like I said just said... Angel is right there.

Nick:  No... the other one!

Big B:  Oh... but wait, why are you trying to avoid Despayre? That doesn't seem very nice you know.  I don't like that.

Nick:  It's nothing like that.  Come on, we're cousins!  Can't family have a little one on one time?

Big B:  Oh yeah, I guess that makes sense.  Ok, what's up?

Big B then leans in and whispers quietly to Nick.

Big B:  Although just so you know, Angel can be kind of nosy sometimes, so don't be surprised if he listens in and tells Despy what we talk about.

Nick rolls his eyes then looks around a little, grabs a nearby towel and tosses it right over Angel.  Big B looks rather uncomfortable about it as Nick simply ignores B's reaction.

Nick:  There, all better.  So anyway... I just wanted to let you know I saw the card for this week and there's some big news.  You're going to be in the main event of this week's Climax Control!

Big B:  What?  REALLY?!?  Oh my gosh, that's so awesome!  It's going to be so great that I get to be in the main event.  That means we get to be in like the coolest match and everyone is going to watch and see how good we are and everything.  oh my gosh, I can't wait to tell Despy all about it!

Nick:  Well now hold on a second...

Big B:  I bet he's going to be excited too.  I mean, I know he's been in main events and stuff before, but never with me.  The Bosom Buddies get to main event for their first time ever.  It will be so cool.

Nick:  I think you might have misunderstood, because...

Big B:  If we go and win a main event together, everyone will totally know that we're like the best tag team ever!  Right?

Nick:  It's not quite like that.

Big B seems to finally become aware of what Nick is saying as he snaps out of it and looks to his cousin with a look of concern.

Big B:  Wait... what?!?

Nick:  This match... I don't think it's what you think it is.

Big B:  Well, Despy's in the match isn't he?

Nick:  Oh, he's definitely in the match, but you see... it's an 8 man tag match and...

Big B:  OHHHH!  So we just have to team up with another two guys?  Well that's ok, we don't mind that.  Teaming up with other guys can be fun too.  Then it can be us and the other team who will both seem like the best, but then we can prove we're better than them later so that we're totally the best.  You know?

Nick:  Will you just let me finish damn it?!?  YOU TWO AREN'T ON THE SAME TEAM!!!

Big B seems completely confused as he hears Nick say this.

Big B:  Of course we are... we're the Bosom Buddies!

Nick:  No no, in THIS MATCH, you are on opposite sides.

Big B looks at Nick in complete shock as he hears this news.

Big B:  What do you mean?  That can't be.  It has to be some sort of mistake.

Nick:  It's no mistake, they did this to everyone.  It's an 8 man tag match, four teams with every tag team split up onto separate sides of this match.

Big B:  But... but... why would they do that?

Nick:  Because they think it's entertaining, that's why.

Big B:  No... they... they can't!

Nick:  Well apparently they can, because they did it.

Big B seems to start to get angry as his face turns red and his starts breathing heavily.

Big B:  No.  NO! NOOOOO!!!!!

Nick:  You know what, that's fine... be angry.  But the key is, USE the ANGER, and use it on Sunday.

Big B:  I cannot, I WILL NOT hurt my tag team partner!  And you can't talk me into it damn it!

Nick:  You know what, fine, I don't give a crap... if you're too spineless to attack one of your opponents then there's nothing I can do about that.  But let me clue you in on a little something, you've got three other guys, three other REAL opponents that you'll be out there in that ring with.  You take that anger and you take it out on THEM, you hear me?  You show the bookers, you show the other guys in the ring, you show everyone watching what you really think about this whole situation and what happens to folks when they mess with Big B.

Big B:  You know what?  You're right!  These guys are all about to learn a very serious lesson!  This will be the last time anyone thinks they can screw with the Bosom Buddies and get away with it!

Nick:  That's the spirit, B.  Now you take this anger, you go out there and you kick some serious ass!

Big B:  YEAH!!!

Big B jumps up from his chair and high fives Nick Jones, doing so with such power that Nick ends up actually shaking his hand off in pain after the fact.

Nick:  Now THIS is the Big B that kicks ass, THIS is the Big B that dominates, and THIS is the Big B that goes out there and wins a main event.  Go get 'em, cuz.

With that, Nick Jones turns and goes to walk away, as Big B sits back down in his chair.  As Nick is walking off, Big B picks up a tropical drink he had sitting on a little table next to his chair, and begins to drink it out of a long and brightly colored swirly straw.  As soon as he starts drinking from it Big B then starts to giggle uncontrollably.

Big B:  WHEEEE!!!

Nick hears this and immediately turns back around to see his cousin once again acting like his childish little self only moments after Nick had gotten Big B riled up with anger.  Nick sees this and rolls his eyes while shaking his head disgust.  Nick throws his arms up in surrender before turning and walking off, clearly giving up his efforts as the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens up backstage at the Crawford Hall in Irvine, CA, a couple of hours prior to the start of SCW's Climax Control going on the air.  We see one of the main common areas that has a variety of SCW's staff, crew, and wrestlers walking through back and forth, while along the back wall can be seen hanging a sheet of paper which appears to have the night's card posted on it.  After a few moments go by, one of SCW's oldest faces but newest wrestlers, Big B, walks into the scene and heads straight over to the card.  The camera zooms in, moving in closer and closer to B as he reaches the card, his lips moving along the entire time as he moves his finger along line by line, finally coming to a stop when he sees one particular line:

DESPAYRE and BIG B vs GOTH and BROTHER GRIMM

A smile comes across the face of Big B as he sees this and he lowers his hand.  As B spends a few more moments staring intently at his booking, a very familiar voice is heard coming from behind him.

Voice:  You can't possibly be serious, can you?

B looks confused for a moment and then quickly turns around to see his cousin, Nick Jones, walking towards him, with a slight limp in his step in the process as he shakes his head at B.

Nick:  I mean, you're freakin' kidding me, right?

The look of confusion on Big B's face only grows as he seems to not understand what his cousin is getting at.

Big B:  Kidding you about what?

Nick:  What do you think?  THAT!

Nick points towards the sheet of paper hanging on the wall that B was staring at just seconds earlier.  B turns to look at it, as if he wasn't sure what Nick was pointing out, before turning back to Nick again, still looking confused.

Big B:  That's the card.

Nick:  Yeah, no shit.  I've been around here long enough that I think I know what the freakin' card looks like.  What I was talking about was just a tad more specific than it being a damn card.

Big B:  Oh...

Big B turns back around to look at the card once more, seeming to study it more intently before turning back to Nick.

Big B:  That's the card for tonight's Climax Control.

Nick shakes his head in disgust as he puts his face down into his hands.  Nick then lets out a deep sigh before looking back up at his cousin.

Nick:  Yeah, once again, NOT what I was talking about.  I'm talking about the damn match!

Big B:  Which one?

Nick:  Oh, I don't know... your match?

Big B:  Wait... is my match or do you not know?

Nick:  Sweet mother of God, YOUR match ya big goon!

Big B:  Then why did you say you didn't know?

Nick:  It's called sarc... you know what, just forget it.  The point is simple, what the hell are you doing with a match?

Big B:  They booked me in one.

Nick:  Yeah, I can see that.  The question is simple; why?

Big B:  I think because they wanted me to fight with Despayre against those other two guys.

Nick:  I'm not asking why they booked you, I want to know why the hell you're even getting booked in matches?!?

Big B looks at Nick completely blankly, obviously having no clue as to what Nick is getting at.

Nick:  WHY... ARE... YOU... WRESTLING?!?

Big B:  Oh, um... I don't know.

Nick:  Well let me just tell you right now, you shouldn't be.

Big B:  Why not?

Nick:  Why not?!?  How about because you're not a freakin' wrestler!  I know you may not exactly be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even you've got to understand there's a hell of a lot more than meets the eye when it comes to wrestling.  It's more than just being big and strong.  Hell, look at the number of guys I've faced in my career who were bigger than me, or stronger than me, that I've still managed to whoop their asses in that ring.

Big B:  Yeah, I know, but...

Nick:  But nothing!  Now sure, none of these clowns you're facing will ever be on my level, but that's not the point.  As poorly trained as they may be, they are still at least trained wrestlers, which is a hell of a lot more than you can say.  You're going to go in there and be running around that ring like a damn chicken with your head cut off.  Yet you think being bigger will make a damn bit of difference?  Look over this roster, hell, even go back and look over GXW's roster.  There were tons of guys who towered over me if you looked at nothing but physical stature, but in the end they were nothing... NOTHING compared to yours truly.  Now I know I make it all looks so damn easy, so spending all of these years watching me probably has you convinced that you can do it just the same, but that's not the way it works in reality.  To be blunt, and I'm only saying this to help you out, because we're family... I'm not sure you're really cut out for being a true in-ring competitor.

Big B:  Well what about that win me and Despy got at My Bloody Valentine over JT Starr and Michael Hardy?  I even got the pin and everything!

Nick lets out a bit of a mocking chuckle before responding.

Nick:  Listen B, I hate to have to break this to you, but scoring one single solitary win over a couple of second-class nobodies doesn't prove a damn thing.  That's the very first lesson you need to learn in the world of professional wrestling.  Because trust me, if you don't learn it might quick, someone else will be more than happy to beat it into you.

Big B:  Um... ok.  Then what about at December 2 Dismember when me and Despy won that match over you and Tony?

Nick's jaw suddenly drops and his face immediately turns pale white as he is left completely speechless, at least for a few moments, which has to be considered an eternity for a man like Nick Jones.  He eventually starts to formulate a response, but stumbles on his words the entire time.

Nick:  Well, um... you see.  That's uh... that's totally different.  That's not the same, because um... you know... it's that, uh...

Nick's expression suddenly changes, as a light seems to go on as a big grin shows up on his face.

Nick:  Because it doesn't mean crap when you're facing another guy who isn't cut out to be a wrestler.  It ain't my damn fault that hired thug may be good at kicking asses, but not capable of handling himself in a ring.  In the end, it was a trained wrestler in that weird little friend of yours, that beat another guy who didn't belong there.  It had nothing to do with me, that's for shit sure.  I didn't lose that much, got it?  GOT IT?!?

Big B:  Um... yeah... sure.

Nick:  Good.  And you didn't win it either, alright?!?  So get that through your thick skull!  Despayre won, Tony lost and that's all there is to it.  If you keep stepping into that ring week after week, all you'll be doing is recreating that scenario as you're the one getting pinned at the end of every match.  Alright?!?

Big B:  Sure.  I'm sorry, but what did I say?  Why are you so upset cuz?

Nick:  Because you have no clue what the hell you're talking about, that's why.  So how about you listen to someone who actually has a clue and is trying to give you some good advice?  And if you don't believe what I'm telling you, and if you don't believe that neither of us had anything to do with the finish of that match, I can teach you real quick.  If you ever want to step into that ring with me one on one, I'll be sure to show you exactly what being a professional wrestler is really all about.

Big B:  I thought you weren't cleared to wrestle yet though.

Nick's demeanor seems to change from angry to a bit uneasy as this comment comes from him.  Nick looks down at himself, focusing on his leg that he was limping on a few moments earlier, and shakes his head a bit before looking back at B.

Nick:  Whatever, that's not the point.  It's just that... it just doesn't matter.

Big B:  But don't you still have a few months of rehab that the doctors said you have to go through?

Nick looks out a deep sigh and looks to the ground as he quietly mumbles in response.

Nick:  Yeah, I guess.  If you're going to believe those stupid quacks.  Although I'll be damned if I'll let them keep me out of the SCW picture for that long.

Nick then looks up and his expression again changes as he seems to be thinking something over for a bit.  B watches his cousin and doesn't quite know what is going on as Nick suddenly seems to snap out of it and has his usual grin come back across his face.

Nick:  You know what?  Maybe I was wrong.

Such a comment coming from Nick seems to completely confuse B more than ever, as it may very well be the first time he's ever heard such words come from his cousin.

Big B:  You were?!?  Are you sure?

Nick:  Don't act so surprised.  I'm man enough to admit my mistakes.

B doesn't say a word, instead just continuing to look at his cousin in disbelief.

Nick:  What?!?  I am!  Anyway, the point is that maybe this whole thing of you becoming a real full-time competitor isn't such a bad idea after all.  You should definitely pursue that.

Big B:  Um... ok... thanks.  I think?

The smirk on Nick's face only grows as it becomes clear that he does not necessarily have the greatest intentions with all of this.

Nick:  And you know, being the great cousin that I am, I could help you out in order to help make sure you have as much success as possible...

Nick then quickly mumbles to himself under his breath.

Nick: ... and keep myself on the SCW scene while I'm at it.

Big B:  What was that?

Nick:  Oh, nothing.  Just saying that you should probably get ready for your match.  You know, start off by finding out some more about your opponents.

Big B:  Well Despayre already told me a bunch about them.

Nick:  Wait, you already knew about the match?

Big B:  Yeah, of course.

Nick:  Then why the hell were you standing here grinning like an idiot as you stared at the card when I walked over?

Big B:  Because it was the first time I ever got to look at the card myself and see my name on it.

Nick:  You're kidding me, right?

Big B:  No, why?

Nick:  Forget it.  Anyway, so what did your little buddy tell you was the deal with your match?

Big B:  Well Despy said something about one of our opponents being a booger man.  Which sounds pretty gross.

Nick:  Booger man?  What the hell are you talking about?

Big B:  I don't know, that's what Despy said.  Apparently it's some sort of scary monster kind of guy.

Nick now realizes what B is getting at, and looks at his cousin in disgust.

Nick:  You're an idiot, it's not a booger man you're facing, it's a BOOGEY man.

Big B:  Is that like a boogey board?

Nick:  What?!?  Holy crap, have you gotten dumber?  You know what, just forget the whole damn thing.

Big B:  No way!  I need you to tell me what I'm up against if I'm going to be facing this booger board man in my match!

Nick:  It's a boogey man and we're not talking about it because there's nothing to talk about.

Big B:  Why not?

Nick:  Because it's nothing more than a bunch of fictitious nonsense!

As has become common practice by now, Big B once again seems completely confused by this all.

Big B:  He's a fict-what-now???

Nick:  Holy crap, I can not deal with this nonsense any more.

In what seems as though it could not be more perfect timing, at this exact point in time, turning down the hallway is the familiar faces of the rest of Nick's Entourage:  Diana, Tony, Max and Jimmy.  As soon as he sees them, Nick's eyes immediately go wide as he excitedly calls after them.

Nick:  Oh look who it is!  HEY GUYS!! OVER HERE!!

The group, clearly planning to walk right on by with another destination in mind, all stop and take a look at each other, seeming to be quite thrown off by Nick's surprisingly excited reaction to seeing them.  They eventually all shrug it off and, in order to avoid pissing off their boss, immediately turn and head towards Nick and Big B.  As soon as they get within a reasonable distance, Nick moves towards them as quickly as possible despite his lip, going straight over and grabbing Diana excitedly and hugging her before turning back towards all of them with his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close while also using her as balance.

Nick:  Hey guys!  How's it going?

Diana:  Um... the same as it was when we all got here together like 20 minutes ago?

Nick lets out what is clearly a very fake and forced laugh, as Diana raises an eyebrow in his direction.

Nick:  Oh, hahaha, you're such a hoot!  So anyway, what's new guys?

At that same time, Big B comes walking over towards the group and as he does, Tony looks straight over to him and talks in his direction.

Tony:  Ain't you's gots a match or sumt'in tonight, B?

With the topic having quickly turned back to that which Nick was trying to avoid, his excitedly expression quickly disappears and is instead replaced with a look of disgust as he mumbles to himself.

Nick:  Son of a bitch.

With that, Nick takes his arm away from Diana, turns, and starts to limp away, while the entire group watches on in wonderment, with the exception of Big B who is excitedly responding to Tony's question, rambling on amazingly quickly in the process.

Big B:  Yeah, I do!!!  You see what happened was that Despayre was always tag team partners with Gabriel.  But Gabriel's not around anymore so he didn't have a tag team partner.  But he didn't want to be a singles wrestler so he had to find another partner.  So then he started teaming but Rage, but then he left too.  So then Despayre didn't want to tag with anyone anymore.  But then there was that one match that me and him teamed against you guys, and that was just supposed to be a one time thing, but it went really well.  So then when Despy got booked in another tag team match without a partner he originally refused to have a partner...

The entire group has turned back to Big B, but cannot believe it as he is continuing to rant on at a great speed without ever taking a breath.

Big B:  But then I told him that I could be his partner.  But he wasn't sure at first, but then he decided I could be his partner, so I was his partner at the supercard.  So then we teamed together and we won again.  So then it was like, oh my god, no way, we're undefeated together, that's awesome.  So then Despy agreed to let me be his tag team partner full time.  So then that's when I decided I could totally be a full time wrestler, because I've had a bunch of matches lately and I keep winning and it's like really, really fun.  Plus teaming with Despy would be awesome and I'd get to hang out with all of you guys again too and it'd be great.  So then we worked it all out that I was given a contract as a real wrestler and the bookers could book me and stuff, so then this week they finally booked it and me and Despy are totally going to be tag-teaming again...

With B still carrying on without anyone else having a chance to butt in, the Entourage clearly starts to become increasingly annoyed with me, one by one all starting to ignore what he is saying and focusing their attention elsewhere.  Tony, despite being the one to ask about it, is the first to react most severely as he eventually has had enough and, after looking at his watch, simply turns and walks away without a word.  However, this does nothing to slow B down, as he simply towards more in the direction of the rest of the group as he continues on.

Big B:  So when they booked this match we totally found out we're going to be facing these two guys named Goth and Brother Grimm, and apparently one Despy already totally knows and the other one is some sort of booger board man or something.

As B continues on, Diana is not-so-surprisingly the next one to have had enough, as she turns and follows the lead of Tony and her boyfriend Nick, leaving only Jimmy and Max as the only two behind.  The always fast-talking Jimmy seems to make repeated efforts to jump into the conversation, but despite various attempts seems to have no such luck.

Big B:  Now we get to totally team together as like a real official tag team for the first time and everything.  So we're talking about entrance music and tag team finishers and everything, which is going to make it totally ever cooler than the awesomeness that it already is, you know?  And not only that...

After yet another failed attempt to intervene, Max is the next to give up and simply waves Big B off as he turns and leaves.  This makes the always-intimidated Max as the last man remaining, now being the sole focus of B's attention in the process.  Max tries to back off a bit but, due to this reality, B seems to continue to follow after Max without any real thought to it.

Big B:  ... but now it's no longer a thing where it's like "oh they're just teaming together because of those two guys" or "B is just there because Despy needs a partner" and all that other junk, it's like totally real and stuff and it counts and everything!  Plus these are like some crazy awesome opponents so if we beat them everyone is gonna be all like "wow, these guys are a really good team", and they'll be like "hey look, Big B can totally wrestler for real and stuff".  It's going to be so awesome that I can't even explain how excited I am.  Can you tell how excited I am?

Max goes to answer but doesn't even have the chance.

Big B:  I bet you can, but even if you can't that's totally fine because...

Max has finally backed up too far, as he now has pinned himself up against the wall and B has moved in right up to him, giving Max nowhere else to go.  Max simply stares at Big B with his eyes wide open, having a look of fear in them, as B continues to excitedly rant on as the scene fades.

 The scene opens up backstage Vanguard Grand Nightclub in Hollywood, California just after the last Climax Control before December 2 Dismember II has gone off the air.  Back in the locker room of Nick Jones, not long after his match against his cousin, Big B, he is there along with all of the members of the Entourage.  Nick seems quite clearly rather displeased as he is in the process of reaming out both Jimmy Mason and Max Goldstein as the camera begins to pick up the ongoing conversation.

Nick:  Are you two out of your damn mind?!?

Jimmy:  Nicky, baby... I don't see what the problem is.

Nick:  Of course you don't because you're a freakin' moron!  Apparently with B's stupid ass no longer around you two dipshits figured you needed to fill in his role as the dumbass of the group, huh?

Max:  Oh Gawd!

Max, quite clearly letting his anxiety get the best of him, starts to breath rather heavily as Nick continues to berate the two men.

Nick:  Have you two stopped for even just an instant to think what the hell you did out there?

Jimmy:  What's wrong?  We distracted that little nutjob for you, just like you wanted, baby.

Nick:  No, no, you didn't just distract him, you did the very last thing you ever should have ever done when it comes to that raging lunatic; you touched his damn teddy bear!

Jimmy:  Yeah, and it got him to come chasing after us, which was great.  I don't get it.

Nick:  It's not the reaction for a few seconds that I'm talking about, I'm talking about the fact that you're working that raging psychopath up even more than he already was for this damn match.  How do you not see the problem with that?!?  Where the hell would you possibly come up with such a stupid ass idea in the first place?

Jimmy and Max both stand there silently as they look away from Nick, staring down at the floor.  Max peaks up from the floor a little bit and his eyes shift to look past Nick for just a moment before quickly returning to looking down at the floor.  Nick seems confused for a moment before turning to look behind him, where he sees Tony standing, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest.  Tony stands there with no expression on his face, just watching and staring at Jimmy and Max the entire time.  Nick then quickly turns back to Jimmy and Max, just in time to catch them looking back at Tony and mouthing something to him, before they're able to quickly look away again upon realizing Nick is looking back at them.  Nick then looks back at Tony, now seeming even more pissed off than before.

Nick:  Wait a damn second, this was YOUR idea?!?

Tony:  Yeah, wut da frig' is da problem, boss?

Nick:  Did you not hear everything I just told these two little shits?  I thought YOU of all people would know better.  Hell, now you're going to have to deal with this wacko in the match too you know.

Tony:  Yeah, and?  I ain't friggin' care 'bout dat.  Dat lil' shit ain't gonna do nuttin' ta me, capiche?  I ain't know wut you's so upset 'bout anyway, it friggin' worked didn't it?  I mean, you's got da win, right boss?

Nick:  Well, um....

Nick stops and seems to be thinking it over, but cannot come up with much of a response to Tony.  That seems to make Tony quite pleased with myself, as a big smile appears across his face as he comes to realizes he's left his boss nearly speechless; which is as close as Nick will ever get to being quiet.  However, Nick's expression changes from one to deep thought back to annoyance as soon as he sees the smile on Tony's face.

Nick:  You can wipe that smug smirk off of your damn face, alright you arrogant little greaseball?

Tony:  Hey!  What da...

Tony seems annoyed, but stops himself and seems to let it go, instead wiping away the smile as he's so asked.

Tony:  Whateva', boss.

Nick:  Well listen, if you're so damn convinced that this won't be a problem, then I've got a little proposal for you.  How about when Despayre finally snaps, and we know it's just a matter of when and not if, and goes completely batshit crazy at December 2 Dismember, YOU are going to be the one who will get to deal with his insane nonsense, got it?

Tony:  Sure t'ing, boss.  You's know I'mma be more den happy to put dat little shit in his place once and fer all.

Nick:  Alright then, I suppose we have this all sorted out.

Nick turns and goes to leave, but stops himself.  He then and turns back to the group, addressing all three men.

Nick:  Just one last thing.  For future reference, you all need to remember one damn thing.  I'm the one who makes the decisions around here, got it?  So next time you even think about pulling one of these stupid ass little stunts, you better check with me first, alright?

Tony:  You's got it, boss.

Jimmy:  Sure thing, baby.

Max:  Of course, sir.

Nick:  Good.  Now let's get the hell out of here.

With that, Nick turns and goes to leave, with the group following behind him as the scene cuts away.

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The scene opens up at the Los Angeles home of Nick Jones on Thanksgiving Day.  As the scene moves inside, it starts off in the master bedroom, where Nick is finishing getting ready, with Diana there along with him.  The two are talking about the days plans, which Nick seems none too happy about.

Nick:  All I'm saying is I'm not so sure what's supposed to be so freakin' great about all of these damn holidays.  It's nothing more than a day that you have to deal with a bunch of obnoxious family members that you're thrilled not to have to see for the rest of the year giving you crap about anything and everything humanly possible.  If I wanted anything to do with these people, then I would, but I really don't.  I'm just absolutely dreading this crap.

Diana:  Oh, come on Nick, don't be like that.  I'm sure it really won't be that bad.  It's just a couple of days a year, for a dinner and some chatting and that's it, then you get to move on.  I mean, you want to keep in touch with your family to SOME degree, right?

Nick:  I don't know, if you say so I suppose.  I just don't see it.  More than anything they're a monstrous pain in my ass and a burden on my wallet.  Not sure I really get the supposed appeal.

Diana:  Oh stop.  Besides, I didn't even know you had that invited that many people to come out today.  When are they getting here?

Nick:  You mean the dinner crowd?  They're all already here.

Diana seems to be caught completely off-guard by that, as she has a look of shock on her face.

Diana:  They're what?!?  Oh my God, why didn't you say so?  Come on, move your ass!

Nick:  What are you freaking out about?  What's the big deal?

Diana:  We have house guests.  You're seriously leaving them sitting downstairs waiting for us?

Nick:  Yeah, what's your point?

Diana:  Just shut up and let's go.

Nick:  Whatever you say.

Nick simply shrugs his shoulders and follows Diana as the both head out of the master bedroom and go straight down the main stairs.  Nick and Diana then both head into the living room, where their guests are waiting for them.  Diana looks confused as a quick look around the room shows some very familiar faces, as the room is filled only with the usual suspects:  Tony, Jimmy and Max, all of whom are occupying themselves by watching television.

Nick:  See?  They're fine.  Jeez, it's Thanksgiving and all of the sudden you'd think this group of leeches can't handle being alone for a few minutes.  You think they'd be used to it by now.

Diana:  Wait, but... no.  What the hell is going on here?

Nick:  They're watching TV.  What's with you, D?

Diana:  You were carrying on and on about your family.  Where are they?

Nick bursts out into laughter as Diana looks even more confused now than before.

Nick:  Wait... you actually seriously thought I invited my derelict family here for Thanksgiving?  Are you out of your mind?

Diana:  I never would have thought so, but you wouldn't stop ranting on about them.  If they're not coming here, then what was with all the whining?

Nick:  It's because...

Before Nick can finish, his phone starts to ring with his custom ring tone of Kid Rock's "Cocky" playing.  Nick pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and looks at it before holding it up for Diana to see.

Nick:  See?!?  THIS is the crap I'm talking about!

A closer look shows that the call in question is coming from a contact simply labeled as "Mom".

Diana:  You're seriously complaining about a phone call from your mom on Thanksgiving?

Nick:  Oh, just wait.  You'll see.

Nick then takes the phone and hits the answer button, putting it up to the side of his head before speaking with a rather annoyed tone to his voice.

Nick:  Yeah?

Diana seems a little taken back by how Nick responded to his mom's call, as Nick seems to be listening to what she's saying on the phone.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah... Happy Thanksgiving to you too... right, whatever.

Nick listens again as he rolls his eyes a bit in the process.

Nick:  Fine, tell dad the same too I guess.  Is that it?

Nick listens for a moment until suddenly his eyes go wide and he seems to get a bit nervous.

Nick:  What?!?  No way.  No, no, no... I can't talk to her, I um... I have to go.  Yeah, right now.  I can't wait, I.... but.... damnit!

Nick pulls the phone away from his ear a moment as he talks to Diana.

Nick:  My mom is putting my freakin' aunt on the phone!

Diana seems a bit perplexed by Nick having such a more significant issue with this.  That is, until he explains it further.

Nick:  B's mom!

Diana seems to suddenly get it, nodding along assuredly as Nick puts the phone back up to his ear.

Nick:  Oh, hi.  Um, Happy Thanksg...

Nick cannot even finish his sentence before he is cut off, with the screaming being so loud that it can be heard even far away from the phone.  Nick pulls the phone away from his ear a bit due to this and as soon as there is a break from the screaming by his aunt, he quickly tries to interject.

Nick:  Listen, you don't understand!  It's just that...

Nick seems to change to somewhat annoyed as he is clearly interrupted once again.

Nick:  No, if you'd just let me finish, I'm trying to tell you that...

Nick becomes increasingly more annoyed as he's cut off once more.

Nick:  YES!  Just freakin' listen for one damn second and I'll tell you exactly why that dipshit son of yours had it coming!

The screaming from the other end of the phone gets louder than ever as Nick pulls the phone away from his ear.  He rolls his eyes and then hits the mute button on his phone before sticking it in his shirt pocket.

Nick:  This friggin' broad.  I paid my idiot cousin God knows how much money over years because she asked me to, and now I've got to listen to her bullshit because he got the ass-kicking he's been asking for, for a VERY long time now?

Diana:  Yeah, but isn't this little maneuver only going to piss her off even more?

Diana points down to the muted phone in Nick's hand, which is still connected to the call.

Nick:  This?  She's just ranting and raving like a lunatic, she wouldn't be listening to a damn word I said anyway.  She won't even notice that I'm not there or not listening, trust me.  This way she can get it out of her system and I don't have to listen to her nonsense.

Diana:  That's quite the little trick you've got there, I'll give you that.

Diana then stops and seems to think it over for a moment before coming to a realization.

Diana:  Wait a damn second, you don't pull that crap with me, do you?

Nick:  Well, um... uh... no, of course not.

Diana:  Oh really?  And why exactly should I believe that?  Now that I think about it, every time you and I are arguing on the phone, you always...

Before Diana can finish, Nick notices that his phone gets a bit quiet and he quickly puts his finger up to indicate Diana wait for a moment, as he quickly pulls the phone up and unmutes it before speaking into the phone again.

Nick:  Yes.  Yes, I understand.

It can then be heard that Nick's aunt continues on with her screaming, as Nick once again pulls the phone away and mutes it.

Nick:  Sorry.  What were you saying again?

Nick thinks and then realizes what it was so quickly changes the subject.

Nick:  Never mind that.  So how's the game going anyway?

Nick turns and looks to see the Raiders / Cowboys on TV, and immediately notices that the Raiders are losing the game, letting out a sigh.

Nick:  Friggin' Oakland.  They really are just the worst, aren't they?  Well, I guess it could be worse.  At least I'm not a damn Jets fan, right?

Nick stops, turns and looks straight into the camera for a moment, shrugging his shoulders, before turning back to the group.

Nick:  Alright folks, let's go eat.

Nick then unmutes and puts it back up to his ear.

Nick:  You're right, I'm so sorry, I have to go, bye.

Nick then quickly hangs up the phone before any type of response can come from his aunt and then puts his phone away.  Nick then turns and heads towards the dining room, which is already completely setup and has the food on the table, clearly having been catered by some outside source.  They all sit down around the table and Nick immediately goes to reach for some food,  but Diana slaps his hand away before he can grab anything.

Diana:  Not yet.  Before we have anything to eat, we all need to say what we are thankful for.

Nick:  Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.

Diana:  I am dead serious.  Is it really that hard to come up with ONE thing to have something positive to say?

Nick:  You know, it just might be.

Diana:  Well too bad, come up with something.

Tony:  You's know what?  I's got sumtin'.  I'll start.

The group all seems to be caught a little off guard by that, but all listen as they turn and look towards Tony.

Tony:  I's t'ankful fer da fact dat I's get to get my hands around da neck of dat little nutjob, Despy.

Diana looks unamused while Nick cannot help but chuckle.'

Nick:  Well you know what, Tone?  You've inspired me.  I'll tell you what I'm thankful for, I'm thankful for the fact that I'm getting to do what I've wanted to do for many, many, MANY years.  Something I've wanted to do for as many years as that dipshit cousin of mine has even been alive.  I'm thankful for getting to beat the hell out of that moron of a cousin of mine;  not just once, but also a second time, and soon enough, it will be the third time that's a charm.  THAT is what I'm thankful for.  Alright Maxi-Pad... you're up.

Max:  Oh Gawd!  I'm thankful for... oh Gawd!

Nick:  Great, Max is thankful for God.  Moving on... what have you got Jimmy?

Jimmy:  What am I thankful for?  You all know what it is... money, baby!  Money!

Nick:  Alright then, that leaves you sweetheart.  What have you got?

Diana:  Well what I am thankful for is to have this time to spend all of this time that I can around the people I care about most.  The fact that I get to spend so much of my time around the love of our life and not only that, but our closest friends, who are by all means our truest family.  That is what I'm thankful for.

The rest of the room gets completely silent, as the entire group look at Diana as if she's completely nuts after listening to her seemingly heartfelt and sincere thanks.  That is, until she continues on.

Diana:  Nah, I'm just screwing with you!  I'm really just thankful that we've got this awesome meal and that I didn't have to cook one single freakin' piece of it!  Plus, watching Nick and Tony beat the ever-loving shit out of two of the most unimaginably irritating people I've ever had the displeasure of being around will certainly be something to be thankful for as well.

Nick:  Now, THAT is more like it.  Cheers!

With that, the group all raise their drinks to cheers before drinking them back.  The group all then starts to fill their plates with food and begin their eating.  After a minute or two into the meal, the conversation starts back up about their holiday plans.

Diana:  So we've got to start putting our plans together.  With Thanksgiving so late, Christmas is just right around the corner.

Nick:  Yeah, but you weren't serious about that New York City trip you were rambling on about were you?  I mean, you were just joking with that nonsense, right?

Diana:  What?!?  No way, I was totally series.  How can you not want to go for New York for Christmas time.  It's great out there.  What, do you have a problem with the Rockefeller Center or something?

Nick:  You seriously want to go all the way across the country for some stupid big ass tree?  Give me a damn break.  You DO realize that I have a match coming up in Newark, and that's in Newark, CALIFORNIA, not New Jersey!

Diana:  Oh, you've got two weeks before your match, don't be such a big baby.  The tree is awesome and you know once we're there you'll be happy we went.

Tony:  Hey Dee, I ain't t'ink it's da tree da Nick's got da problem wit'.

Diana:  Then what do you think his problem is?

Tony:  Ain't it obvious?  He's scared of goin' anywhere near St. Pat's.

The entire group chuckles while Nick seems less than amused by the remark.

Jimmy:  Yeah baby, he's afraid if he walks inside he'll burst into flames or something.

Max:  Oh Gawd Jimmy, don't be ridiculous.

Max seems quite serious at first, but then suddenly a smile comes across his face.

Max:  That said, he really better make sure he avoids letting the holy water touch his skin, because that's sure to burn.

Nick glares over at Max, still seem unamused by all of this.

Nick:  This coming from the Jewish guy.  Seriously?

Max:  Hey, Jesus was a Jew too ya know.

Nick:  Ah, whatever.  My only problem with the church is that cheap, shitty wine they serve.  If I'm going out drinking, I want to drink like a freakin' man, not like some poor little sissy.

Diana:  Well then, we'll be sure to hit a bar before we go to Rockefeller Center or St. Patrick's.  See?  I'm more than happy to compromise.  Now let's book this trip!

Nick:  Wait... no.  That's not what I was saying.

Diana:  Too late to back out of it now, Nick.  I'll have it all booked tomorrow.

Nick:  Ah, crap.

Nick shakes his head and turns his attention back to his food as the scene slowly fades to black.

 The scene opens up at the Los Angeles, California home of the former two-time SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones.  Nick is seen inside of his house, laid out across the couch and watch television.  A quick look shows that Nick is in fact watching this past week's episode of Climax Control.  As he watches intently, he has a bit of a scowl on his face in the process, clearly not too happy with what he is seeing.  A moment later, Nick's girlfriend Diana Roberts walks into the room and immediately notices the look on Nick's face, causing her to roll her eyes.

Diana:  Oh no, what is it this time?

Nick:  Nothing really, it's just... this nonsense.

Nick motions over towards the television causing Diana to turn back and look at for the first time, now only just realizing what Nick is watching and, in the process, bringing a look of confusion to her face.  She turns back to Nick with an eyebrow raised as she speaks to him in a rather surprised tone.

Diana:  You're really watching... this?

Nick:  Yeah, what of it?

Diana:  This is SCW... the last Climax Control.

Nick:  Um, yeah... I know that, I'm the one who put it on, babe.

Diana:  Yeah, I get that.  I just find it... surprising... is all.

Nick:  Why?  I watch SCW all the freakin' time?

Diana:  I guess so.  But you do realize that this is not YOU on SCW TV, right?  More importantly, it's not you kicking someone else's ass on SCW TV.

Nick cannot help but let out a chuckle as he looks around from the TV for the first time in this conversation, looking towards Diana as he shrugs his shoulders.

Nick:  What can I say?  I guess you've got a point there.

Diana:  Ok, well I guess that makes me feel a little better.  So what's going on with this?

Nick:  It's, it's... this.  Look at this crap!

Diana turns towards the television and starts playing closer attention to what is on, and it happens to be last week's promo from Nick's upcoming tag team partner, Giani Di Luca.

Diana:  Ah.  Not a fan, are we?

Nick:  What the hell do you think?  Do you believe I seriously have to team with this schmuck?

Diana:  It's not like you haven't been forced to team with other imbeciles in the past, so what's the difference?  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm well aware that this guy is a bit of a horses ass...

Nick doesn't even let her finish as he immediately jumps in to cut her off.

Nick:  Yeah, and now he's worse than ever!

Diana:  Really?  What makes you say that?

Nick:  Just listen to this verbal diarrhea he's spewing.  Sure, he may have been obnoxious before, but I could at least let it go for one night, given the guy actually had the balls to not pander to those mindless mouth-breathers in the audience.  

Diana:  But...?

Nick:  Do I even need ot say it?  Just look at him now!  The guy at least showed a little something before, even if he was a worthless piece of Jersey trash.  Sure, he represented everything that was wrong with those people, that place, and really just absolutely everything associated with New Jersey.

Diana:  Wow, where did that come from?

Nick:  I'm not really a fan of that state.

Diana:  Yeah, I kind of got that.

Nick:  It's more than that, to be honest I really just hate absolutely everything and EVERYONE from that garbage dump, without a single damn exception.  You got me?

Diana suddenly looks confused again, as she questions Nick on something.

Diana:  Everyone?  Really?  But isn't Cr...

Nick doesn't let Diana finish her thought, as he quickly interjects and carries on.

Nick:  It doens't matter, the point is about this clown and the way he's acting right now.  Now he's moved on to trying to become this ridiculous ball-washer to every one of these useless nobodies.  While I may be used to unfortunately having to step into the ring and go up against one or two of those complete clowns every now and then, actually being forced to team with one of those is just nauseating.  I'm seriously not sure I can even do it.

Diana gives Nick a bit of a suspicious glance as she seems to be made a bit uncertain by how Nick is getting so riled up on this matter.

Diana:  What is going on here, hun?  You've been teamed with an endless list of nobodies, loser and obnoxious idiots throughout your entire wrestling career, both in SCW and before that.  Why is this one suddenly such a big deal?  I don't get it.

Nick seems to be made a bit uneasy by the question at first, but then quickly tries to play it off.

Nick:  Whatever, forget it.  It's not a big deal.  I've just gotten sick and tired of the whole ordeal, that's all.

Diana continues to look rather suspicious of Nick, when suddenly her entire expression changes as she seems to come to a bit of an epiphany.

Diana:  Wait one damn second.  I know what this is all about.  This is about the SCW Heavyweight Championship isn't it?  And that Giani won the title match in your guys match last week?

The annoyed look on Nick's face quickly translates to anger as he immediately snaps back after Diana's comment.

Nick:  Well how the hell do you think I should feel?  I get screw over time and time again by this shit-hole of a company, and I'm supposed to be just fine and dandy with it?  SCREW THAT!!!  You are talking to the TWO-TIME SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION here honey, don't you friggin' forget that.  The rest of these no-name talentless clowns don't have as many Heavyweight title reigns combined as I do on my own, yet they have been given their shots at the belt.  Yet in spite of all of this, somehow, someway, I still get screwed time and time again.  Do I even need to points out the fact that I STILL have yet to even receive my title rematch from my second championship reign, which ended nearly a year ago now?!?  That's right, a year and NO FREAKIN' REMATCH!!!

Diana:  Doesn't his match at Summer XXXtreme II count as that though?

Nick:  Are you kidding me with that shit?!?  What, do you work for this company full of idiots now, too?  Are you trying to tell me that some absurd 6-man tag match, 10 friggin' months later, that I by all rights won by the way should have me as the reigning SCW champ, is now supposed to suddenly count as the 1-on-1 rematch I was supposed to get long, long ago?

Diana gets a little quieter and rolls her eyes before responding.

Diana:  Sorry I asked.

Nick:  Is anything I said not true though?  I held that damn title for nearly the ENTIRETY of 2012.  I was named SCW's Wrestler of the Year, Man of the Year and hell... the list goes on.  Yet, in spite of all of this, how am I treated?  Like utter crap, that's how!

Diana:  And what does any of this have to do with Sunday's match?

Nick:  I'll tell you exactly what, it's my chance to make a damn point to these numbskullls.  Here's an idea, how about I go out there and show everyone that I'm not just better than each of those clowns on their own, which anyone with half a brain already knows, but how about I also show them how I'm better than all three of their sorry asses combined?  Then all three of them, all of the other idiots in that locker room and in the back offices, can take their stupid little title shots and shove them right up their collective asses.  Because at that point, I will be well on my way to regaining what is by all rights mine.

Nick has a smug smile as he seems rather proud of himself, but Diana seems to be made a bit nervous by the idea.

Diana:  I like your spirit, but perhaps that's not such a good idea.  You're basically suggesting turning the currently booked tag team match into a three-on-one handicap match.  I mean, say what you want about Giani, but he's not exactly going to stand by and let you turn on him to prove a point without any sort of retaliation.  Those three also all have friends of their own while these days, well... I have to be honest, the only person you can count on to have your back anymore is that big goomba over there.

Diana points over towards the entryway to the living room where Nick's friend and goon, Tony Capicelli, is standing there leaning up against the doorway, quietly watching this all transpire.  Tony then gives a quick nod towards Nick and slight hand wave before flicking away the toothpick that he was currently using and cracking his knuckles.  Nick looks at Tony for a few seconds and seems to be a bit annoyed as he seems to realize Diana is right.  He then stands up from his seat on the couch and glares back down at Diana.

Nick:  Whatever, that's not the damn point.  Just... just... forget it!

Nick turns and goes to storm off, but before he gets more than a step or two away, the promo from Giani on TV reaches the point where Spike kicks Giani right in the family jewels.  The sight causes Nick to stop in his tracks and burst out into laughter as he watches Giani crumble to the ground in a heap.

Nick:  That is freakin' fantastic!  I will tell you what, that right there really just kind of made it all a little better.  Hell, maybe I had Spike all wrong back when were at each others throats.

Nick then stops and thinks things over for a moment before shaking his head vigorously.

Nick:  Nah!  They're both complete sellout douchebag losers, but it's still funny to watch one kick the other in the balls.  It's going to be even funnier when I have both Kain and Goth then even more pain then a simple kick to the nuts can give to anyone.  Trust me babe, this is only the beginning.

With that, Nick turns and walks off as the scene fades.