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The camera opens up to a morning shot of a London apartment building five days after the London Brawling super card. We cut to a shot inside where we see Jordan Williams waking up, laying next to Shannon, the bartender he met the night before London Brawling. Shannon is laying on Jordan’s chest-using it as a pillow.

Shannon in her thick British accent: “It sucks you gotta leave mate.”

Jordan yawns and says: “Yeah, I think I been here long enough.”

Shannon: “What’s that suppose to mean.” she says in a defensive tone.

Jordan: “Um Shannon, I have a family. I’ve lied to them all week to be here with you. I can’t stay here forever.”

Shannon sadly says: “Yes you can. I’ll kidnap you.”

Jordan laughs and says: “You’re crazy. Besides, my wife’s parents 40th  anniversary is tomorrow. I can’t miss that.”

Shannon: “Yes you can. She can divorce you and we can be together.”

Jordan shakes his head no while smiling.

The camera fades out as Shannon reaches up and kisses Jordan on the cheek.

The camera fades into a shot at a private airfield in England. The camera cuts to Jordan and Shannon arriving at the hangar. Jordan has his duffel bag on his shoulder.

Shannon: “So your wrestler friend can afford a private jet?”

Jordan: “Yeah, remember, he’s the one I was saying I went to college with. He has a financial degree and after he was done wrestling he ended up becoming the president of a few financial institutions. Plus, he hit on a few stocks and shit so, he’s made a shit ton of money. He’s worth over three-billion dollars.”

Shannon raises her eyebrows and nods her head. She turns to Jordan and grabs him by the hand.

Shannon: “I really enjoyed our time together. We both know there is something special between us. Please don’t go.”

Jordan looks around for a moment then answers back: “Look Shannon, I’m not going to deny this: I have some strong feelings for you. I shouldn’t, because I’m married. I think it’s best that we don’t see each other anymore…or else some bad things will happen.”

Shannon is taken aback by what Jordan says. Shannon’s eyes start to tear up.

Shannon: “I…um…I’ve…”

Shannon keeps stumbling around for words as Jordan walks up to her and wipes the tears from her eyes and then hugs her. Shannon wraps her arms around him tightly.

Jordan pulls away a little and lifts Shannon’s face up with his forefinger and says: “I have kids, and a wife and I love them a lot. You live here in London…I can’t take a chance on this…I really, really can’t.”

Shannon looks at Jordan with a sad face, with tears rolling down her cheeks and says: “No, you have to understand something. I’m usually stand offish when it comes to men. Guys hit on me all the time. I never indulged them the way I did you. I never took a guy back to my place and made them breakfast in bed either. I did for because I know you’re different. There’s something about you that I feel safe, and comfortable with…I just don’t want to lose the chance to see where this goes. I just want to be happy and I know I could be with you.”

Jordan takes a deep breath and says: “This is one gamble I can’t take. This has been the weirdest-most random week in my life. I meet women all the time so its easy to rebuff them, but you’re different. I’ve had plenty of one night stands and never have the turned into me sticking around for a week. You’re like my kryptonite. You have an infectious personality…God…it’s gonna be hard letting you go, but I have to. I’m sorry.”

Shannon breaks down and starts bawling. Jordan wraps his arms around Shannon holds her with a tight hug. Jordan kisses Shannon on the forehead and pulls away.

Jordan: “Gotta go.”

Jordan pulls away but Shannon holds on tightly to his hand and looks Jordan deeply in the eye with the pain and heartache of losing him etched on her face. Eventually she slowly lets go of his hand. Jordan turns to walk away towards the jet. The camera fades out as Jordan walks up the steps. Jordan looks back at Shannon one last time who blows him a kiss.

The camera fades into a shot a few moments after the plane takes off. The camera cuts to Jordan and Rob sitting in their seats. Jordan has downed four shots in a two minutes. Jordan lights up a cigar as he downs another shot.

Rob reaches across the short aisle and pats Jordan on the shoulder and says: “Jesus Christ Jordan. I have NEVER seen you like this. She must of  been one piece of ass.”

Jordan looks at Rob like he’s going to kill.

Rob puts his hands up in a defensive mode and says: “I’m sorry, you actually like this girl!?”

Jordan nods his head in agreement.

Rob belts out: “GOOD GOD!” which use to be his catch phrase when he was wrestling.

Jordan takes a puff of his cigar and blows out the smoke slowly then says: “You know I thought about leaving my family over this girl? I mean serious thoughts.” he says slowly.

Rob: “Well, I know this much. No one is worth leaving a woman like Vanessa. Vanessa is someone you grow old with and you die with. Yeah, this girl might be a catch now, but what about twenty or thirty years from now?”

Jordan: “Rob, what the fuck do you know about relationships? You never had one last more than a few weeks.”

Rob: “Its got nothing to do with relationships Jordan. Vanessa is smart, she’s ambitious. She’s a great mother. She’s a great wife. She’s stuck with you through thick and thin. When she found out about your son you had with that Puerto Rican chick, what happened? She stayed with you through that shit.”

Jordan: “Yeah, but that’s different…I had that kid before I met her.”

Rob: “Yeah but Vanessa didn’t find out until years after you guys were married. Lesser women would’ve left you and cleaned you out for any possession you had.”

Jordan nods in agreement then says: “You know the thing is: She doesn’t talk down to me like Vanessa does sometimes. She plays along with bits, Vanessa doesn’t. She isn’t controlling like Vanessa is…”

Rob: “I get that man, but that doesn’t mean she’s right for you. Vanessa’s there to keep you in line. We all know you need that.”

Jordan: “Hey I’m not some kid that needs to be babysat.”

Rob: “Jordan…You know it and I know it.” he changes tone and then says: “You know I want details brother. You don’t stay behind for five days just for personality.”

Jordan looks at Rob and shakes his head in disgust, then says: “You’re a pervert.”

Rob fires right back with: “Yes I am! Now stop fuckin‘ around and tell me!”

Jordan smirks as he takes a puff of his cigar and flips the ashes in the ashtray.

Jordan raises his eyebrows and says: “She’s an animal. She was doing it like her life depended on it!”

An exuberant Rob says: “YES! I knew it!”

Jordan: “She’s different then Vanessa…”

Rob cuts Jordan off and says: “Dude, I remember walking in on you two and for you to say that…”

Before Rob can finish Jordan reaches across the small aisle and snatches Rob by the hand with his right hand. And with his left, Jordan takes out his cigar and puts it close to Rob hand.

Jordan with his eyes bugged out: “Keep on and I will burn your shit. Then I’ll break every god damn bone in it, you perv!”

Rob: “Okay man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were so sensitive about that.”

Jordan lets go of Rob’s hand and says: “Rob, I don’t ever need to hear you describe to me how my wife fucks! You know we were fuckin, you asshole, but you just wanted to walk in and see for yourself!”

Rob: “Well for the record…she wasn’t your wife then…” he says innocently.

Jordan just shakes his head and laughs.

Jordan: “I bet you got cameras rigged in your house for when you bring women back to your place so you watch them videos later…”

Rob: “Cameras, mirrors…I admit; I’m a sexual deviant. What can I say?”

Jordan playfully chops Rob in the chest as the camera fades out.

The camera fades into a shot a few hours later at a private airfield in New Jersey. We cut to a shot of Jordan walking to a parking lot. Jordan sees his wife Vanessa and his kids standing by a minivan waiting for him. As Jordan gets closer the three oldest kids run up to Jordan and mob him with hugs as he drops his duffel bag on the ground. Jordan and the kids exchange kisses and hugs as they tell him they miss him and all the things they have been doing for the past few weeks. After a few minutes Jordan walks over to Vanessa whom is holding their youngest son, Jayden. Jordan grabs Jayden and kisses him on the forehead. Vanessa gives Jordan a big bear hug.

Vanessa: “We missed you so much!”

Jordan: “You have know idea how much I missed you guys…damn!”

Jordan kisses Vanessa on the forehead as he squeezes her tight.

Vanessa: “We have to go. You’re suppose to go golfing with my dad and his friends.”

Jordan: “Oh crap…I forgot. Damn this will be fun.” he says sarcastically.

Vanessa: “That’s why you’re going. So you guys can build on your relationship.”

Jessica: “Daddy you don’t like grandpa?”

Jordan: “What? No honey. I like him. We just need to get to know each other more…that‘s all.” he says awkwardly.

Natasha: “We love grandpa!”

Jordan rolls his eyes as he opens the door and puts Jayden in his car seat.  Jessica, Natasha and Makaylee climb into the minivan as well. Jordan closes the door once he buckles Jayden. Jordan grabs his duffel bag and he and Vanessa walk to the back of the minivan.

Vanessa: “Look, I know you did a pretty bad thing and I’m going to forgive you for it. But please, no more surprises. You’re good looking and women love you and I know you can’t help yourself…but please do it for our family. These kids need us together and I don’t want our marriage to end because you can’t stop sleeping with other people.”

Jordan looks down at the ground and says: “I know babe. It killed me to be away from you guys.”

Vanessa: “It killed them too. These kids love you. I love you. But don’t push us away by making stupid decisions…like you’re known to do.”

Jordan opens up the trunk and throws his duffel bag in and then closes the trunk shut.

Jordan look at Vanessa: “I won’t do anything stupid anymore.”

Vanessa smiles and then kisses Jordan on the lips and gives him a hug.

Vanessa: “Okay, let’s go, you know my dad hates when people are late.”

Jordan mumbles under his breath: “I don’t care.” he says as Vanessa walks off.

Vanessa yells back: “I heard that!”

The camera fades as Jordan and Vanessa get into the minivan and drive off.

I can’t ever understand how someone can dislike you without knowing you. Long before I met Vanessa’s father, Sal, he didn’t like me. He had a problem with me being a wrestler, being black-he says he’s not racist because he roots for the Giants and the Knicks, plus, he has a few black friends. He just doesn’t want his daughter marrying a black guy, she should marry an Italian guy. Whatever. He’s an old school Italian. They have their set views and its hard to budge them from it. But that doesn’t excuse the close mindedness of his views. But oh well. He claims he knew me-without knowing me. I can’t judge anyone before getting to know them first. I never spoke to him and he never liked me. So all my dealings with him have been cold-at best. If he says anything to me at all, its to make a smart ass comment. And me being who I am; I can’t let that shit ride. That’s why it’s baffling that he invited me on this golf outing-with his friends no less. I’m going to be cautious and I’m ready for anything…

The camera cuts to Jordan walking over to a golf cart where we see three older men are standing around smoking cigarettes and talking. Vanessa’s dad is the first to greet Jordan.

Sal: “Jordan how ya doin!?” he asks.

Jordan: “I’m doin fine Mr. Sambora.” he replies as Sal extends his hand out for a handshake. Jordan and Sal have a firm hand shake.

Sal then introduces his friends: “These two bastards are my friends: Paul and Carmine.”

Jordan shakes both guys hand.

Paul: “Can you believe dis fuckin’ guy callin us bastards?”

Jordan smiles as Sal slaps him on the back.

Sal: “So, Vanessa tells me you can play golf a little bit, huh?”

Jordan: “Yeah, I’m decent. When I retired, I had some downtime so I started golfing occasionally.”

Sal: “Great, well…let’s play!”

The camera fades as Sal and Jordan get in one cart and Carmine and Paul get in another.

The camera fades in to a shot as Jordan makes a putt taking the lead. Jordan grabs the ball out of the hole and puts it into his pocket as Sal climbs into the golf cart. Jordan has a seat in the cart as well as they all start driving towards the 6th hole.

Sal: “So uh Jordan. I heard what happened.”

Jordan: “What?”

Sal: “Vanessa says you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

Jordan adjusts his sunglasses then says: “She didn’t say those exact words.”

Sal: “Whateva. Listen, since you want to have sex wit foreign whores, Hows bout you pack your bags and leave?”

Jordan: “Look Sal, I made a bad judgment, but this doesn’t concern you.”

Sal: “Oh yes it god damn does. She’s still my daughter which makes it my business. Its my business when I’m consolin her while she’s cryin over her douche bag husband.”

Jordan: “Hold on…”

Sal: “No, you hold on you cocksucker, don’t you ever hurt my daughter again or something bad will happen to you.”

Jordan: “First off, fuck you Sal. What the hell are you gonna do? You and your fat little friends gonna put a hit on me? This isn’t the Godfather. You’re just a little old man who owned a pawn shop your whole life. There ain’t nothing that you can say that will scare me.”

Sal: “I know people Jordan. Powerful people. People who can get things done. One phone call and no one will ever see your pretty little bald head again.”

Jordan: “Oh I’m so scared! What you gonna put a horse head in my bed next?” he says sarcastically. “Fuck you. I admit…I fucked up, but I don’t need to hear it from you, okay? I have to deal with disappointing her and her not trusting me and the threat of me losing her. That’s the only thing I’m afraid of.”

Sal: “Listen to me you bald headed bastard! She’s the only daughter I have in this world, okay? If you hurt her again, I’ll kill ya.”

Jordan pulls the sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and glares at Sal, then says: “You got some nerve calling someone bald. How about you shave some of that hair off your chest and your back and glue them shits onto your head!”

Suddenly, Sal slams on the brakes and puts the cart in park.

Sal yells: “C’mon ya sonofabitch! I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time!”

Sal gets out of the cart and puts his fists up to fight Jordan. Jordan takes his sunglasses of and rolls his eyes as he gets out of the cart.

Jordan walks over to Sal and says: “Get your ass back in the cart and let’s finish this game.”

Sal: “Fuck you! I’ve wanted to kick your smug ass since the day I found out my daughter started dating you!”

Paul and Carmine run (slowly) to the scene as Jordan just shakes his head while Sal is ready to fight.

Jordan to Paul and Carmine: “Calm him down. He’s lost his mind!”

Suddenly Sal takes a swing at Jordan who ducks it.

Jordan: “Chill out old man before you get hurt.”

Sal: “The only one getting hurt is you!”

Sal rushes at Jordan and tries to tackle him into the ground but Jordan doesn’t budge. Jordan shoves Sal back who comes back with a haymaker, but Jordan grabs his fist.

Jordan: “You can’t kick my ass.” he yells.

Sal then knees Jordan in the balls. Jordan doubles over and Sal hits him in the face with a right upper cut! Jordan staggers back as Sal hits Jordan in the face with a right hook.

Sal: “I told ya-ya fucka! I’m going to beat the hell outta ya!”

Sal goes for another right hook but Jordan blocks it and tags Sal with a hard jab straight to the mouth! Sal collapses to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Jordan stands over Sal and says: “Had enough?”

Sal holds his face as Carmine and Paul check on Sal.

Paul yells to Jordan: “Did ya have to hit em that hard?”

Jordan: “He’s lucky I didn’t punch him harder!”

Jordan shakes his head in disgust and walks over to the golf cart, gets in and drives off as the camera fades out.

The camera fades in to a shot the next day inside the Grand Prospect Hall in Brooklyn. There are 100 or so people there to celebrate Vanessa’s parent’s wedding anniversary. There is a live band playing old world Italian music. Throughout the night we see Jordan and Vanessa drinking and talking with other couples. Later in the night the camera cuts to Jordan dancing with Vanessa’s mother, Contessa. Vanessa is dancing with her dad.

Jordan: “Mrs. Sambora, I want to apologize to you for my behavior regarding Vanessa. I was in a weird place.”

Contessa nods in agreement: “You know, I heard about the fight you and Sal had yesterday and I had to laugh because my father did the same thing to him. Sal cheated on me a long time ago when we were first married. He came in late one night…well I guess into was early in the morning after one of our arguments and he was drunk.” she says with a laugh. “He just started crying and told me what happened. I was pregnant with our oldest son, and I remembered I smacked him as hard as I could and left. Just like Vanessa, I went back to my parents house and cried like a baby. My dad was furious. He had a gun and he was going to kill Sal, but my mom talked him out of it. Eventually when he came to talk to me, he knocked at the door and my dad answered. Before Sal could get a word out, my dad punched him and knocked broke his nose!” Jordan laughs. “But I forgave him because I loved him first but because we were going to have a family. Family is so important Jordan. At the end of the day, no one will be there for like family. ‘Nessa loves you so much. Those kids love you so much. Don’t ruin it. Having a close knit family like ours is priceless. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. ‘Nessa is trying to do that with you. She’s a strong woman, but don’t force her hand. I can tell, so loves you more than anything. I mean she’s gone against her father’s wishes for crying out loud. She always did what Sal said, but not with you. She’s love you…don’t change that.”

Jordan takes in Contessa’s words then says: “I hear ya. It was a stupid-stupid thing to do. But I don’t understand why Sal doesn’t like me.”

Contessa: “He does like you Jordan. ‘Nessa is his only daughter and he wanted her to marry a certain type of person with a steady job and Italian. He’s just a spiteful person sometimes. It’s one of his flaws. It doesn’t matter who you were. If you weren’t a doctor or lawyer and Italian you weren’t going to meet his standards Jordan. However, we eventually convinced him to give you a chance and it just so happened to be after you made a mistake. We told him not to bring up what happened, but he couldn’t help it I suppose. It’s not his nature to hold stuff in. Whattya gonna do?” She says as both of them laugh.

Jordan: “Well I gotta say before the fight, he seemed like a nice guy.”

Contessa: “He can be sometimes…”

The camera fades out as Jordan and Contessa keep dancing and talking.

An hour later, everyone is gathered around Contessa and Sal as their children, Johnny, Tony and Vanessa are toasting them. Vanessa is the last one to toast the camera picks up on the end of her speech.

Vanessa: “…I hope we can be married as long as you…”

Sal interrupts Vanessa and yells out: “Not if you stayed married to that prick!”

Everyone lets out an awkward laugh as Jordan kind of chokes on his drink.

Vanessa notices Jordan getting mad and says: “Love you guys and good night everyone!”

Everyone starts clapping. Jordan walks over to Sal and extends his hand for a handshake to bury the hatchet. Sal looks confused for a second but then shakes Jordan hand. As he does that, Jordan takes his glass of Vodka and pours it on Sal head and calmly walks out the building as the camera fades out.

Three days later, the camera opens up to a shot of the Riverside Hotel in Laughlin, Nevada. Inside we see Jordan Williams wearing a black tank top and blue jeans sitting on the apron of the ring as the crew puts finishes setting up the chairs and guardrails. Standing next to Jordan is Pussy Willow.

Pussy Willow: “Jordan, on tonight’s Climax Control you face Goth. But before that, I wanted to get your reaction to what happened at London Brawling.”

Jordan in a more laid back tone than usual: “We lost the belts. Plain and simple. The funny thing is we weren’t even pinned, but whatever. You know, it is what it is. Its time to move on.”

Pussy: “On last week’s Climax Control, you left the New Xtreme’s. Do you have any regrets?”

Jordan shakes his head no, then says: “Not at all. We’re going in two different directions, so it was time to part ways.”

Pussy: “What are your thoughts on tonight’s match against Goth?”

Jordan smirks as he scratches his ear and says in his normal boisterous tone: “The whole world is being overrun by vampires, werewolves and zombies! My god when is it going to end? Everyone is dark and edgy and an enigma.” Jordan yawns and continues. “Big damn deal. Tonight I have the privilege…” Jordan rolls his eyes. “…of facing one of the dark, edgy and enigmas in SCW, Goth. If I had a dime for all the vampire dudes I’ve seen in the last five years come through this business, I would have enough money to feed my kids’ grandkids. I don’t know much about you Goth. I hear you have a pretty decent track record, nothing Hall of Fame material, but its enough to say, ‘hey this dude doesn’t completely suck.’ Goth, I’ve said this about a hundred times since I been here and I hate repeating myself, but here it goes: you haven’t wrestled anyone like me before. I’m not Casey Williams who you say you beat a hundred times. I’m not some scrub that you’re use to. You see, I’ve been places. I’ve done things. I don’t have any made up history. People throw that legend tag around like its some cheap whore. Unlike some of the so called ‘legends’ you hear about. I’ve made an impact. I left my finger prints all over this business. You are nothing but a smudge on a piece of piece of trash surging out to sea on a boat carrying trash. I look at you and I see someone who is way outta his league. I see someone who’s beaten mediocre talent and thinks he’s some sort of big shot. You have always been a big fish in a puddle. I am a god among men! I have faced the best and I have beaten the best. I’ve sold out arenas and stadiums across the world while you were being a weirdo biting/cutting yourself or other people or whatever the hell you gothic people do for fun! I’m going to drag your ass outta your coffin and beat the holy hell outta you. I’m going to beat you so soundly, that you’re going to have to rethink your position in wrestling and ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. So tonight you get the honor of being in my presence inside that ring. Did you ever think the closest you’ll ever get to greatness in this business is by getting your ass whooped by me? I'm going vampire hunting tonight like that guy what's his name? Van Helsing or Buffy! Enjoy it, I know I will. Why? Because I’m too good for ya!”

The camera fades out as Jordan stares into the camera.

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The camera opens up to a shot of beautiful Emirates Stadium in north London. The camera pans around the gigantic stadium as the fans pack the stadium to witness the match between Arsenal and Wigan Athletic. The camera cuts to a private suite where we see Jordan Williams and Rob Anderson waiting for the match to begin. Jordan is wearing a white muscle t shirt, blue jeans and a pair of Nike shoes. Rob is wearing a navy colored t shirt, black jeans and white Converse shoes. Both men are sitting in plush chairs as the bartender serves them their drinks.

Rob: “Why do you like soccer again?”

Jordan: “When Mark and I were teaming, he got me hooked. He use to talk about his team Millwall all the time. We’ve been to a few matches over the years and I enjoy myself every time. This is the first though I’ve been in a suite.”

Rob: “Yeah, I have to say, this is pretty nice.”

Jordan: “Hell yeah, the International Icon comes through again!”

Jordan and Rob fist bump each other and takes sips of their drinks.

Rob: “If I watch soccer, it’s during the Olympics…that’s if I do.”

Jordan: “Shit man, it’s pretty exciting stuff. I like Millwall, because Mark brainwashed me. I have to order a package on the dish to watch them though.”

Rob nods his head in approval as he takes another sip of his drink.

Jordan: “I seen Millwall has a match this weekend, so I might see Mark there.”

Rob: “Beautiful! I have to head back to New York when this is over. Even on my vacation, they still bug me!”

Jordan: “Isn’t it the first vacation you’ve taken in a while?”

Rob: “First one in three years, buddy.”

Jordan: “Damn, I thought I needed to stay busy. You’re a REAL workaholic.”

Rob: “Money never sleeps brother. And I’m not talking about that horrible sequel to Wall Street either.”

Jordan laughs as he takes a sip of his drink.

Jordan: “I hate when Hollywood puts out sequels to movies that didn’t need sequels.”

Rob: “I know, right? Godfather is the worse. I was fine with 1 & 2.”

Jordan: “Absolutely. Or how about redoing movies? You know they’re redoing Spider Man already?”

Rob shakes his head in disgust and says: “That’s fuckin’ stupid. The last one came out like three years ago? How many times do we need to see this mother fucker get bit by a god damn spider!?”

Jordan laughs and says sarcastically: “No Rob, this Spider Man is younger and sexier….whatever the fuck that means.”

Rob laughs and says: “No my favorite one is: dark and edgier!”

Jordan nods in agreement and says: “Yeah, it’s ridiculous. No one has any original ideas. They take shitty movies and remake them. Or movies that don’t need to be remade and made with a ‘younger and sexier’ cast. Gimme a fuckin break!”

Rob laughs match begins.

Rob: “I’ll tell you man. There is no more creativity left in this world.”

Jordan: “I know man. Its really weird that a movie based on a fucking board game gets made, but something creative and smart will get shot down.”

Rob takes a sip and nods in agreement, then says: “I know. There will never be another all time classic. The way we’re headed all we’ll have is movies based on comic books and TV shows.”

Jordan: “With that said, I am looking forward to the 24 movie!”

Rob puts his glass in the air, as does Jordan and they toast to that statement.

Jordan finishes his drink off and says: “Fuckin’ Jack Bauer! He’s the man! If I ever got kidnapped, I don’t want ya’ll to call the cops or the military…Call Jack Bauer!”

Rob exclaims: “Amen!”

Jordan and Rob turn their attention to the game as a chef brings their food. After the first ten minutes the crowd is booing their home team loudly as Arsenal falls behind 2-0.

Rob: “I wouldn’t mind soccer if they scored more points. And I feel like there are too many people on the field. It looks too congested out there.”

Jordan: “Yeah, but I don’t like this Wigan team scoring. I had Arsenal on the over.”

Rob: “How much you lay down?”

Jordan: “25 stacks.”

Rob cringes and says: “Well, unless Arsenal goes crazy, you my friend, just lost.”

Jordan rubs his forehead and says: “God damn!”

Jordan and Rob continue eating and watching the match.

Rob: “So, going back to what we were talking about earlier. If you had to pitch a movie to executives that starred the two of us…what would it be?”

Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “Well, we can go so many different directions. Buddy cop movie: where we don’t get along in act one. In act two, something happens to us where we bond. Then in act three we have a major shoot ‘em up scene, one of us gets wounded, the other cracks a joke. We can turn it into a Lethal Weapon type series.”

Rob nods emphatically and says: “Nice! I like it!”

Jordan: “Another we can do is a romantic comedy where we’re roommates/friends both talking about this cute girl we met by happenstance and we both end up falling in love with this girl. Little did we know we’re talking about the same girl!”

Rob again emphatically says: “Yes!”

Jordan: “Once we find out we like the same girl, we go all out to win her heart. We try to sabotage each other’s dates, we stop being friends and in the end she breaks up with the both of us and we become friends again.”

Rob: “I like it, but I like the buddy cop more. More potential for sequels so we can keep cashing in the big bucks.”

Jordan laughs and says: “We just got done talking shit about Hollywood running out of ideas and you say you like the cop one because we can keep making sequels!”

Rob: “I’m looking at it from a business prospective!”

Jordan: “Right! So the last one is a throwback to the 80s action movies where we just blow shit up for the hell of it…”

Rob: “Love it so far…”

Jordan: “We’re apart of an elite team of Navy SEALs and we have rescue American hostages in North Korea or Iraq or something. So we have to infiltrate the compound to rescue the hostages. Of course we loose a few members along the way…oh…and while we on our mission we find out we’re sent in on a suicide mission because someone in the government wants us to get caught and then killed so they can start a war with said country, but we beat the odds, get our boys. Then eventually we confront the government guy and beat his ass or something.”

Rob: “With a few tweaks, I’d love that one.”

Jordan: “Well yeah, it’s rough around the edges and with time we can flesh out a great story…but this was a half baked idea.”

Rob: “Yeah, no. It’s great. I like the buddy cop one. The SEALs one has a lot of potential too.”

Jordan nods his head as the camera fades out.

“The other day I was having a conversation with someone and they said when they think about my career, they will think of me as a tag team wrestler. The more I thought about it, it’s hard to argue. I’ve had two long standing tag teams: Hot ‘n’ Sexy and the Perfect Dynasty. Both were wildly successful, shit with Perfect Dynasty we were never beaten. We gave ourselves that name BEFORE we even had a match because we knew we would beat everyone. That’s how cocky Billy and I were. We were two world class wrestlers and athletes and we knew how much better we were than everyone so the fact we finished undefeated and had that name the Perfect Dynasty is really appropriate. My first real run of any consequence in the business was in Japan when I teamed with Omar King as part of the Black Dragons. We were just out of the Dojo and we had some great matches with those teams. When I look back now, we were still honing our craft. I wasn’t sure what I was, he didn’t either. He was more a high flying wrestler; he would later blend the high flying with submission wrestling. And I was more a standard punch, kick, clothesline, body slam type guy. Very basic. But somehow we put it together and we were a pretty good team. Eventually we went our separate ways and then I moved on to the IWA. That’s where I was having a lot success as a singles, but if I think back to those IWA days, my run with Reggie (then known as Hugh Jazz) my first memory is how dominant we were as a team. Reggie was kicking ass before I got there. I mean he was undefeated for a long time. When I came in, we were fighting the same guys separately and became partners just out of necessity. We ended up winning the tag titles…it certainly wasn’t a planned partnership, but when we did, we looked at it as hey, we can really do some fucking damage as a team and we did. Ironically, I was the one who ended his undefeated streak and dethroned him as the Heavyweight WHILE we were Tag Team Champions. Pretty funny, he still gives me shit about that. After that, I had a smorgasbord-if you will, of tag team partners. If I had a regular partnership with someone, we won the tag team titles. So, I can see how people can view me as a tag team wrestler, a tag team specialist. That’s fine, I like to think that I’ve had a nice balance to my career. At this point in my career, I’m teaming with a couple of people. My last student from my school, Power Matsuzaka and Casey Williams. Power and I-affectionately called the Power House by the Japanese media (I know I‘m getting old when they don‘t even include any part of my gimmick in the team name!), will probably be the last great team I’m on. Not to take anything from Casey, once he finds his groove, he’ll be a great one. He has a shit load of potential. One thing Casey and I did, that I never did with any of my other partners, was win the titles the first time we ever teamed up. That’s pretty damn impressive.

So with our first title defense, we face The Aristocrats and Sinful Obsession. One of those damn Aristocrats attacked me during a match recently. So, payback is in order for those bastards. Maybe, he can’t stand the fact that we beat their ass for the titles. Hey, I can’t help that they suck and we’re better. But we’ll see how things are when we’re face to face and my back isn’t turned. They know they can’t beat us, so I’m sure they’ll use every little dirty, under handed tactic in the book. That’s fine, but see, when people result to such tactics, it means they lack the pure skill to get it done on talent alone. So, Aristocrats, you weaseled your way into this title match, which is smart on your part, because lord knows you guys ain’t talented enough to EARN your way into a championship match. So, be on the look out at London Brawling because you guys have a target on your back and I’m coming for you. You don’t pull on Superman’s cape, because you’re gonna get all you can handle and then some.

Sinful Obsession, you guys are probably the best team in SCW. Not probably, you are definitely the best team in SCW. I know we’ll have a hard fought battle against you guys. It’s tough to wrestle a well oiled team such as you, but this is how we’ll prove our will as a team. This is the test that Casey needs to step up to that next level. We’ll definitely be up to the challenge. Some say even though we’re the champions we’re the underdogs. I’d agree with that. Hey, you guys are world beaters and you should be the World Tag Team Champions, but we’re going to stake our claim as the best tag team in SCW. The pressure is off us and on you. Can the mighty Sinful Obsession lose to a team that on their very first try won the SCW Tag Team Titles? The experts would say you guys HAVE to beat us. If you’re the great team that we all think you are, you’ll win this match. But don’t under estimate the heart of a champion! Don’t forget the fact that I’m on this team, which means we have a puncher’s chance to win any time. The wrestling world will have their eyes on many things at London Brawling. One thing they will keep their eye on is to see if the mighty Sinful Obsession can do what they’re SUPPOSE to do and win this match OR…and this is what I’m betting on…the wrestling world will see Jordan Williams and Casey Williams defy the odds and defeat the best team in SCW. Why? Because I’m too good for ya!”

The camera fades in to a shot outside of Portman Road where Ipswich Town is hosting a match against Millwall. We see the fans entering the stadium. The camera cuts to Jordan Williams smoking a cigar and standing around, seemingly waiting for someone.

Jordan to himself: “Guess he’s not showing…”

Suddenly Jordan gets a slap on his shoulder. Jordan turns around and smiles.

Jordan: “Damn man, I thought you forgot about the tradition…”

The camera cuts to see Hot Stuff Mark Ward decked out in full Millwall regalia.

Mark with a big grin: “Can’t break tradition baldie! Even if we had to come to this dump!”

A few Ipswich Town fans turn their heads and give Mark a dirty look.

Mark: “Piss off!”

Jordan laughs and sarcastically says: “Oh boy, this is gonna be great!”

Mark: “Always is! Where’s your gear at?”

Jordan: “Hey man, I’m not upping the chances of a fight!”

Mark confidently says: “Well, when we win, we might have to fight our way out.”

Jordan shrugs his shoulders and says: “Fuck it, we’ll have to scrap then!”

The camera fades as Mark and Jordan walk to line to enter the stadium.

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Rob: “…you told them what!?”

Jordan: “I told him I don’t remember much, but I did offer them an alternative for my lack of knowledge…”

Rob: “And that would be?”

Jordan: “I got good looks…charm and charisma. I can talk anyone into doing anything.”

Rob laughs out loud and says: “Jordan…buddy…have you ever been on an interview before?”

Jordan: “Absolutely not. I had my cherry popped today.”

Rob sighs and then says: “Dude, you got balls I’ll say that.”

Jordan: “Yes I do!”

Rob: “Dude, you can’t walk apply for an executive position-degree or no degree and expect to get hired. Jordan, you have to work yourself up from the bottom.”

Jordan: “Fuck that! I want to be drinking cocktails and smoking my cigars in my office. And possibly getting oral from the secretary.”

Rob again laughs and says: “Buddy, let me tell you…since you’re in New York, stop by my office and we’ll talk some more.”

Jordan: “Okay man, see ya then.”

Rob: “See ya.”

Jordan hangs up the phone as he walks to the curb. The camera fades as he attempts to hail a cab.

The camera fades into a shot of Rob Anderson’s huge office. Rob is wearing a grey suit and black dress shoes. Rob is at his mini bar and pours himself and Jordan a drink. Rob hands Jordan his drink with a smirk on his face.

Jordan curiously asks: “What’s so funny, man?”

Rob takes a sip of his drink then says: “ Nothing…why are you getting a job man? What the hell’s going on?”

Jordan: “I already told you man, we’re moving up here and I need a different challenge. My career is on the down turn, I can’t do it forever.”

Rob: “You said Vanessa’s businesses are doing well and you still got money in the bank from wrestling.”

Jordan: “Right, but what the hell am I gonna do Rob? Sit around and be Mr. Mom? Hell no, I tried that already and it’s not me to sit around doing nothing.”

Rob: “Reopen your school. You did great man. Look at all the people you trained. You took people who didn’t have anything and gave molded them into great wrestlers.”

Jordan takes a sip of his drink while getting an annoyed look on his face and says: “I know, but been there, done that. I don’t have much to give anymore. I’m helping out this young kid Casey…”

Rob cuts off Jordan and says: “So what? You’re Jordan-fuckin’-Williams dude. You want your career to end on this note? Being on a team with a young guy and being an afterthought? What the hell man! You should be the fucking main event every single night in that little fed.”

Jordan: “Oh come on Rob…”

Rob cuts Jordan off: “You shouldn’t have even came back, but since you did you should be the top champ in that territory, not in a team with a young guy. I told you, if you wanted to come back, you should do it in Japan not here. You want to team with a young guy…you are. You’re teaming with Jin (Power Matsuzaka), at least he’s got some fucking clout in the business. He’s dominating Japan!”

Jordan: “I see your point, but I’m giving back to the young guys…make sure the business is in good hands.”

Rob: “Who gives a fuck Jordan. You’re a fucking icon, dude. Look at all the guys who ripped you off. Like I said look at what position you’re in now…”

Jordan cuts Rob off and says: “Yeah okay man. You made your point. Jesus, what’s up your ass today?”

Rob: “Nothing. I’m your friend and I care about you. I hate to see your career end like this in the States, that’s all. Japan’s been good to the both of us. Finish up out there.”

Jordan takes a sip and let’s Rob’s words sink in.

Rob: “Next thing you know, you’ll be wrestling on Indian Reservations in Oklahoma. If you’re going to do something here in the States, do something more worthwhile.”

Jordan: “Like what? Start my own fed and make it into a national powerhouse?”

Rob shrugs his shoulders and says: “I’d bank roll it.”

Jordan: “Shit man…”

Rob: “Jordan, I love you like a brother…fuck it, you are my brother. I never had any brothers and sisters, but you’re the closest thing I have to a brother. I’m trying to help you out. You don’t need to be in the corporate world man. It’s not for you. You said it yourself. You barely did any work in college. You have a great mind for wrestling. Go into a management role”

Jordan: “I wasn’t expecting a lecture when I came here…I had an idea. Why don’t you come out of retirement…The Illuminati can go one more round. Just us two this time.”

Rob rubs his nose and says: “Jordan, look around. I got businesses to run man. I don’t have time to wrestle anymore. I’m responsible for BILLIONS of dollars a day. I don’t ever have an off day, because when I do, its spent traveling to the next thing I have to do.”

Jordan: “I know that and I’m proud of you for it. But shit man, when I retire again from wrestling, it’ll be for good. I don’t want to run a territory or a school. I know I can book some great stuff, but I don’t want to do that shit. So, that’s why I’m doing this, so I can have something to do.”

Rob shrugs his shoulders and looks out his large window and says: “You should stay your lane, but okay. I’ll make a call and get you an executive spot at this firm on the Upper East side. I’m friends with all the partners.”

Jordan smiles and says: “Thanks man, I don’t want to have to work my way up from the bottom.”

Rob: “Well you should, but it’s all good. You’re my friend, I’ll do anything for you.”

Jordan and Rob toast to what Rob says. Rob goes over to the bar and grabs bottle of Bourbon for Jordan and pours it for him. Rob pours himself some Vodka.

Jordan: “Guess I should cancel that other interview.”

Rob nods his head in agreement then asks: “So where you headed after this?”

Jordan: “Amsterdam!”

Rob eyes light up and rhetorically asks: “Amsterdam?”

Jordan: “Yep, going on a European tour. I’ll be going back and forth between here and Europe.”

Rob: “Dude, I need to go with you!”

Jordan: “Okay bro, I gotta leave later on tonight.”

Rob enthusiastically says: “Great! I’m going to get so fuckin’ high!”

Jordan laughs and says: “You can do that here you know?”

Rob: “Yeah, but it’s a burden to smoke here, its legal over there. I’ll have my secretary book us a room, it’ll be great!”

Jordan: “Sounds good.”

Rob: “Besides, I can’t let you fly all the way over there next to all the stinky, smelly strangers.”

Jordan laughs as he takes a sip of Bourbon. The camera fades out as Rob calls his secretary to make reservations for he and Jordan.

The camera fades into a shot the next night at five star hotel in downtown Amsterdam. Inside we hear coughing and laughter. The camera cuts to the dining room area we see Jordan and Rob sitting with two beautiful local ladies as all of them are drinking wine and smoking weed. The group is playing strip poker. Jordan is shirtless, but with his pants still intact. Girl #1 is in her bra and panties. Rob is just in his underwear and girl #2 has her skirt, bra and panties still on. After about thirty minutes, the girls shockingly lose.

Jordan: “I never felt better about winning.”

One of the girls walk over to Jordan and straddle him. Jordan takes a hit off his blunt as the girl starts kissing him on his neck. The other girl grabs Rob by the hand and starts to lead him towards the bedroom.

Rob puts out his blunt as he follows the girl into the bedroom. Rob gives Jordan a thumbs up. Jordan returns a thumbs up as the girl starts to unbuckle his belt.

Jordan: “I can’t do this, I’m married.”

Girl in her thick Dutch accent: “Don’t worry, I take good care of you.”

Jordan raises his eyebrows and just shrugs his shoulders as the girl unbuttons his pants. The camera fades out as Jordan takes a hit and blows out the smoke slowly as the girl starts to “take good care of him.”

The camera fades into a shot the next day during the afternoon time. Jordan is sitting in the living room on a plush couch flipping through the channels. Rob emerges from the bathroom drying his hair as he sits on the coffee table.

Rob: “Damn man, last night was fun.”

Jordan: “Fuck Rob, it was a great time man. I haven’t gotten high in so long bro.”

Rob laughs and says: “I know it man. That girl last night….whew…she was nasty. Damn!!!”

Jordan: “Same with the one I had.”

Rob stops drying his hair and looks at Jordan flabbergasted.

Rob: “Dude…you really did it huh?”

Jordan nods his head in agreement with a grim look on his face.

Rob: “OH MY GOD! You mean to tell me all you needed was to smoke some weed before your conscious slipped away?”

Jordan mumbles: “I’m not proud of it…I feel dirty bro.”

Rob sits next to Jordan and puts his arm around him and says: “Hey man, shit happens, right?”

Jordan says slowly: “Yeah…shit…happens.”

The camera fades out as Jordan stares blankly at the TV as Rob pats Jordan on the back.

The camera fades into a shot backstage at the University of Amsterdam where Jordan Williams is standing next to Pussy Willow for an interview. Jordan has on his ring gear and has his SCW Tag Team Championship wrapped around his waist.

Pussy Willow: “Jordan, first I’d like to ask you what are your feelings on what happened between Spike and Misty?”

Jordan: “You know in wrestling, weddings and birthdays don’t always go according to plan, so I’m not shocked; but I was taken aback by it, for sure. But at the end of the day, I feel for Spike and his family, because no one wants that kind of stuff to happen…especially in front of hundreds of people.”

Pussy Willow: “Two weeks ago, you and Casey Williams became the brand new SCW Tag Team Champions, how do you feel about that?”

Jordan sarcastically says: “Oh I doubted that we would win, I mean look at the teams we were facing.”

Jordan laughs as he looks at his title belt.

Jordan continues: “No seriously, I knew it. You know why? Because I said it was going to happen that’s why. I should be a fortune teller. Those other three teams were good, but my team is better, because I’m on it, it’s that simple. There’s no other way to say it, but this way: When you have me on your side, you’re always going to win. While the other three teams are good, they’re not great. My team is great, because of me. Casey is the Freight Train of Pain…I’m Purely Sexy, the God of professional wrestling and you can’t lose when you have me on your side.”

Pussy Willow: “Well then…tonight you and Spike team up against Rage and Gabriel of the 7 Deadly Sins…”

Jordan in his usual boisterous tone: “The circus is comin to town! I always enjoyed the circus when I was younger. 7 Deadly Sins, you are no Barnum & Bailey I can assure you.”

Pussy Willow: “Jordan, they aren’t a circus act…”

Jordan scratches his head and asks: “Are you sure? I mean my man Gabriel can do all kinds of disappearing acts and tricks. Then he has his clowns aren’t far behind him…hmm…I guess they technically aren’t a circus…I mean I know I’m loopy and as crazy as ever…one too many chair shots to the head…too many concussions, but I could’ve sworn they were the resident circus act in SCW?”

Pussy Willow: “No, they’re not.”

Jordan smiles into the camera and then starts to get serious and says: “Jokes aside, Gabriel I respect you. You seem to be the best of the bunch in your group. I like the fact that you want to use me as a stepping stone; as a measuring stick. You see something Gabriel, I am the man of which all other wrestlers in the world should measure themselves by. Not very many are on my level, but I see great potential in you and I think one day you’ll get there, but guess what? Today’s not that day. I may be a little old…if I didn’t have a bald head, I’d have a few grey hairs, but I’m still at the top of my game. Don’t get that twisted for one second. I’m a world class athlete and I can still do the things I need to do to get the job done inside that ring. You’re a former Heavyweight Champion here and you have my attention, Gabriel. I’m not going to dismiss you like I do most of these other punks in this territory. I’m sure when we’re in that ring tonight, you’ll have the upper hand, then I’ll have the upper hand, but in the end me…my team, we’ll be walking away with the victory, because we’re just a little bit better than you.”

Pussy Willow: “Do you think Spike Staggs will be focused for this match?”

Jordan: “Of course he will. He’s a pro, so he’ll be ready. I’m not worried about that. But, Rage and Gabriel, I hope you’re worried. Spike is a crazy man. He’s going to go ape shit tonight. I can guarantee that. Just a random thought…You guys are the Seven Deadly Sins, well let me tell you something, I’m all seven sins wrapped in one, baby! But anyways, this should be a good match, but tonight I send the circus packing to another town and I mind fuck-the mind fucker, why? Because, I’M TOO GOOD FOR YA!”

The camera fades as Jordan does his double guns pose.

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All three men enter the car, with Max driving, Carson in the front passenger seat and Jordan in the back.

Jordan: “Okay, since you guys don’t like each other, it’s my job to bring us all together. We’re a family. I need you two to get along for business sake.”

Max looks at Carson grimly, who returns a cold glare.

Jordan: “We’re going to have a team building exercise. We’re going to play a game I call the Hypothetical Road Trip!”

Carson asks: “What do we have to do?”

Jordan in a giddy voice says: “Okay, you have to pick one person to ride with from the Santa Monica Pier to the Epcot Center…”

Max: “Oh okay, got it!”

Jordan with a sheepish grin on his face: “These people aren’t pleasant to be around…at least in my eyes. So pick the lesser of two evils in your view.”

Carson: “Okay, let’s do this!”

Jordan: “Who would you rather drive with? Guy who likes his own status on Facebook or guy who begs you to follow him on Twitter even though he isn’t a celebrity. Max, you first.”

Max thinks about it for a second and says: “I’d rather drive with Facebook guy-even though both guys are blow hards.”

Carson: “Twitter guy I suppose…”

Jordan makes the sound of a buzzer: “Sorry Carson, wrong answer. You see, Twitter guy is an egomaniac…coming from me, that’s a strong statement!”

Carson rolls his eyes and says: “Yeah, no kidding.”

Jordan: “Although Facebook guy is annoying, I can tolerate him a little bit more because Twitter guy would be telling me about all his tweets and people commenting on them…I couldn’t stand it. Next one. Occupy Wall Street guy or avid PETA member. Go ahead Carson.”

Carson: “I’d pick PETA member because at least that person cares a lot about the safety and treatment of animals.”

Max nods his head in disagreement: “What a shock you’d pick that. This is easy. Occupy Wall Street guy is right up my alley. We’d have lots to talk about…the shitty government for one.”

Jordan: “I’m sorry Carson. You’re wrong again. What if you got pulled over by the cops and the cop had on some…I don’t know fur boots…”

Carson scratches his head and says: “Fur boots???”

Jordan thinks for a second and says: “Ummm…yeah! He’s going to throw a can of paint on the cop and you guys get arrested for assault…it’ll be horrible.”

Carson: “Whatever!”

Max flashes a toothy grin.

The camera fades as they continue playing the game all the way to the Tokyo airport. For the record, Carson lost on purpose, Jordan loves driving him crazy.

The camera fades in to a shot the next day to a wide shot of the jam packed Palms Casino and Resort. The opening drum beat to "Miseria Cantare" plays as the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. Jordan is in his gear: black trunks, black kick pad boots and black knee pads. Under the knee pads, Jordan has both knees taped (think Triple H). Jordan has on white wrist tape and white tape on around all his fingers and thumbs. On the back of his trunks, written in lime green is 2G4U (his catch phrase “TOO GOOD FOR YA”)The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas. Jordan is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. Jordan surveys the arena as the cheers reach ear drum bursting decibel level.

Jordan waits for the cheers to die down and then playfully says: “Finally the day has come. Even though I pictured this day to come under different circumstances. The first time ever. The monumental collision. The irresistible force meeting the immovable object! Jordan “PS” Williams vs. “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward!”

The erupts into cheers.

Jordan: “The first ever in ring meeting between the former best friends and tag team partners!”

Jordan pauses for a moment and gets serious: “Not exactly the way I envisioned our first meeting to go down. It’s actually a tag team match with JT or Justin Underwood…I guess whatever he decides on this week and Mark vs. myself and Spike Staggs.”

The fans again cheer.

Jordan: “It’s all good though, because I finally get my hands on you Mark. By any means possible, whether it was a one on one match or a tag match, I wanted to have a match to ensure me and you finally meet and I can show who's best. However, I think my partner Spike wants to get at you worse. It’s funny Mark, you have a history of pissing off people who use to be your friends, stable mates, tag team partners, ex-girlfriends, former school mates, ex-teammates on your Pee Wee soccer…err…excuse me…football team back in England.”

Jordan looks at the fans-who continue to cheer him on.

Jordan gets serious again: “Long history of pissing people off, bro. Starting to sense a pattern here. This is why I caution you Justin, eventually you’ll get double crossed by the boy scout himself…ole Hot Stuff!”

Jordan pauses as he strokes his chin.

Jordan: “You know Mark, I don’t envy you one bit. I’ve talked to Spike ever since this match was announced and he’s been chompin’ at the bit to get you in the ring. Hell, like I said, he wants to beat the hell outta you more than I do. So tried calming him down during the week, tried to talk some sense into him. I wanted him to channel that rage. I wasn't getting through to him the way I wanted so it dawned on me…Why would I want this sick…demented...twisted individual such as Spike…why would I want to calm him down? Spike is like a caged animal. I realized, I want him hyped up, I want him full of anger and rage and I want him to take it out on you Mark. But I told him, as badly as he wants to kick your ass, I want to do the same. So I told him to leave enough for me!”

Jordan pauses as the fans cheer once more.

Jordan: “Mark and Justin, I will not be responsible for what happens in this ring later on tonight. I’m coming at you and Spike has all this pent up anger and rage and we’re prepared to rain down a shit storm onto you two! Mark I hope you took some sort of insurance policy out, because I think Spike is coming to hurt you…really bad. I just want to beat some god damn respect into you, bro. Spike is coming to maim you.”

Jordan looks around as the fans chant for Jordan.

Jordan leans on the ropes and continues: “I’ve looked forward to this night for a long time Hot Stuff. I know you run around saying you were the one carrying me, blah, blah, blah. Like I said, I was the heart and soul of that team. I was the engine. You were just a young pup learning his way. I kept us going. Its funny that you are still blind that fact. When we lock up in the ring tonight Hot Stuff, you’re going to see why I was the straw that stirred the drink. Why I was heart of that team. This is about respect Mark, nothing more, nothing less. Justin, you’re just an innocent bystander in this whole situation. Just because Spike and myself want to beat the hell outta Mark, doesn’t mean you won’t get some too. Justin, you’re stepping into the lion’s den. It’s not too late to turn back. Hell, Mark is gonna stab you in the back eventually, you better do unto him before he does unto you. I won’t blame you for backing outta this match. However, if you do decide to step into the ring…so help you god. This moment is just a little bit to big for you. Justin you don’t understand the size of the situation. Can you rise to the occasion? I’ve been in your shoes a long time ago. It’s a pressure situation. Can you up your game to prove you belong in there with a world class wrestler such as myself. If I was a betting man…and I am. I would label you a stay away.”

Jordan once again pauses as he scans the arena.

Jordan: “We’re about to find out, finally who’s better. I’d bet on me. Why? Because I’m too good….”

The fans finish off the phrase: “FOR YA!!!” as Jordan drops the microphone. The camera fades as Jordan plays to the crowd.

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Marco in a strong New Jersey accent: “Howya doin huh?”

Marco slaps Jordan on the back as both men sit down at the bar.

Jordan: “Hey Marco, this is my Assistant, Carson…Carson this is an old friend of mine, Marco Garcia.”

Marco and Carson shake hands and Marco says: “Assistant, whattya a fuckin’ top flight executive of a Fortune 500 company or sumptin?”

Jordan laughs and says: “Yes!!!”

All three laugh. Marco and Jordan go way back. Jordan got Marco booked on his first tour of Japan and was a catalyst for Marco coming to GCW. Also, Marco and his family are friends of Vanessa’s family. Now that he doesn’t wrestle anymore, Marco is one of the top lieutenants of one of New Jersey’s most notorious Italian crime families, the Garzoni’s. Marco orders a drink.

Marco: “So whattya doin in Vegas? Getting some action on the playoffs?”

Jordan laughs and says: “Shit…you know it. I’m catching a flight to Reno for a show.”

Marco: “You wrestling again?”

Jordan: “Yeah…just part time though.”

Marco nods in agreement and says: “Oh cool. I haven’t been in the ring in ages.”

Jordan takes a sip of his drink and says: “What you doing out here?”

Marco in an uneasy tone: “Family business.”

Jordan smacks the bar and says: “Say no more! You’re probably burying people alive out in the desert like on Casino!”

Marco and Carson laugh.

Marco receives his drink, takes a sip and says with a grin: “…Yeah…sumptin like that. So, why ya wrestling? Need money?”

Jordan looks at Carson and says: “Why do people think that?”

Carson shrugs his shoulders.

Marco: “Just sayin…If you guys needed money, Vanessa knows who to call and we get that taken care of…”

Jordan laughs and says: “Naw man, I’m doing it because I kind of miss it, you know?”

Marco nods and says: “Sure…I do from time to time.”

Jordan: “Plus the kids never seen me wrestle, so it’ll be cool.”

Marco: “Oh...I apologize, I forgot to ask about the family. How is Vanessa and the kids?”

Jordan: “They’re doing great man. I’m blessed to have them.”

Marco: “Good bro. Glad to hear that.”

Jordan and Marco continue talking and drinking. The camera cuts to Jordan telling Carson a story about Marco.

Jordan: “…we were in this bar in…I think Minneapolis, it was Marco, me, Paul, Dre, and few other guys drinking and playing pool and this big white guy comes up to Marco and starts talking shit…”

Marco: “…Yeah that dick-head was bigger than me…I’m 6’7 and was around 280 pounds back then…He was a fat guy though, but I remember he was taller than me…”

Jordan: “…he kept on Marco about wrestling being fake and blah, blah, blah…you know typical shit we always hear, I was paying it no mind but…”

Marco: “...But you know how us Italians are…”

Jordan laughs and says: “Right! But yeah he said something about dropping a load on your girl’s face, right?”

Marco grins and says: “Yeah…I don’t know why that pissed me off, but it doesn‘t take much to piss me off…”

Jordan: “Then you lay into him…I’ll tell you Carson, I never seen a guy get his ass whooped so bad!!! Marco broke bottles on his head and broke the dude’s hand with a bar stool. But that wasn’t enough for the guy!”

Marco: “That’s right ‘cause he kept talking shit and he called Dre the “N” word…”

Jordan: “Carson, you don’t know Dre. Dre is unstable as it is. If ANY one says that word to him or around him he flips and Dre was smoking weed…he don’t like to waste his weed and he took his blunt and burned the guy!”

Carson shockingly says: “Oh my!”

Marco laughs as Jordan continues: “Then Dre threw the guy on the pool table and pulled the dude’s pants down and grabbed a pool stick…”

Marco to Carson: “This is my favorite part of the story!”

Jordan exclaims: “Dre shoves the stick up the guy’s ass!”

Jordan and Marco: “WITH NO GREASE!!!”

Both men laugh out loud.

Carson gets disgusted and says: “Jeez….”

Jordan: “Then Marco takes another stick and breaks the stick over his head…it was great!”

Jordan and Marco laugh hard as Carson looks on in horror.

Jordan: “But, the bar owner loved us because we spent a lot of money when we came in town and tipped his waitresses good, so no cops were called.”

The camera fades out as Jordan and Marco continue telling road stories.

The camera fades in to a shot later in the evening to a wide shot of the jam packed Reno Sparks Convention Center. The opening drum beat to "Miseria Cantare" plays as the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. Jordan is in his new gear: black trunks, black kick pad boots and black knee pads. Under the knee pads, Jordan has both knees taped (think Triple H). Jordan has on white wrist tape and white tape on around all his fingers and thumbs. On the back of his trunks, written in lime green is 2G4U (his catch phrase “TOO GOOD FOR YA”)The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas. Jordan is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. Jordan surveys the arena as the cheers reach ear drum bursting decibel level.

Jordan: “Tonight I get my first singles match against someone I’m a little familiar with, Rix Usher.”

The fans boo at the sound of Rix’s name.

Jordan: “Rix, tonight you make your return to the ring…This is my first singles match here and I’m gonna show everyone in this building to the people at home to the boys in the back just why I am THE best wrestler to ever step into this ring. You know Rix, I’m not surprised that you came back and aligned yourself with Mark. You wanna know why? From the time we let you hang around the Perfection Connection back in the day, you always hung around Mark. You were riding his coat tails and that’s fine…you were a young guy coming up in the world of professional wrestling and we all needed mentors. That veteran to pull you aside and show you the ropes and to help you along. After a while, you move on and start making your own name and doing things on your own. Here we are…some years later and you’re still riding on Mark’s coat tails to make it to the top…”

The fans in the arena cheer in support.

Jordan continues: “Even Mark knew when it was time to go at it alone, he did it and I commend him for that..”

The fans boo.

Jordan: “But see Rix, you wanna have Mark in your back pocket to make sure the ball bounces your way and make sure the odds are stacked in your favor. Tonight though, Mark isn’t going to help you. None of the others who kiss his ass can help you. Once you step into this ring, all the little MMA training and all your years in this business won’t be enough to prepare you for the ass kicking you’re about to receive!”

The fans erupt into cheers as Jordan nods in approval.

Jordan: You know just as a side note, when did everyone in wrestling turn into MMA fighters? Rix, this isn't some MMA cage fight, but if you want to throw down, I can do it with the best of them. I can do it all, son. This is my sanctuary...this is my world...You're going to find that out first hand! I am going to physically and mentally break you down Rix...After I am done with you, you will wonder why did you come back...I will systematically destroy so bad, you're going to question your own very existence.

The fans cheer in support of Jordan.

Jordan: “Rix, when you step into the ring and you look across at the man, the myth, the legend himself…ME! You will realize you made the biggest mistake in your life by making your return. I'm not some noob, you will be in the ring with greatness. And after I beat the holy hell outta you, you can thank Mark for leading you to slaughter. His mouth is writing checks that you can’t cash. A little advice to you Rix and you too Mark, when you come at the King, you best not miss. Why? Because I’m TOO GOOD…”

The crowd finishes the rest of the quote off: “FOR YA!”

Jordan tosses the microphone down as "Miseria Cantare" plays. The fans erupts into deafening cheers as Jordan climbs to the turnbuckles and plays to the crowd. The camera fades as Jordan exit’s the ring and walk back up the aisle as the fans cheer him on.