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[/url]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.
