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Supercard Archives / Re: GODLY KEN (c) v MAC BANE v JACK WASHINGTON v MATTHEW KNOX - World title
« on: January 13, 2023, 11:55:47 PM »
Prologue:
Jack is not on full go mode as he heads into his big championship match at Inception. Jack remains supremely confident like always, but even he understands he cannot overlook any of his opponents and is preparing for one last volley to trash talk, and he will lay all his cards on the table heading into Inception.
Outside the ring, Jack got a little bit of closure on the death of his older brother Josh, from his uncle Brian. And at the new year’s ball drop, Jack and Jason talked about the future and what could come from it and the steps they had to take, while also reflecting on the past and how they got there. But more than anything enjoying the moment of being a family, despite there not being a lot of it left.
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U-Part Auto Salvage
North Las Vegas, NV
Jack, Jason, and Brian are all here, wandering around the salvage yard. Jason doesn’t seem too interested in this, and Jack more of a passing fancy, but they aren’t here for themselves. They are here for Brian, who is looking around at all the junked cars.
Brian: You’re seriously going to let me do this?
Jack: It’s your birthday, so yes.
Jason: But this is a lot of junk. There’s broken cars as far as you can see.
Brian: That’s what you see, son. But what’s really here in endless possibilities.
Jason: Or, it’s junk.
Jack: Take it easy, We worked Brian a lot since he came out here with us. I think he’s earned this.
Brian: I deserve a lot more than this, but I’ll take it.
The three continue to walk around until they come across a car that makes Brian stop in his tracks.
Brian: There she is boys...
Brian is standing in front of a car, that is mostly intact just by looking at it, except the windshield is cracked and the body is rusted. The owner of the salvage yard pops appears from behind a container with a smile on his face.
Jack: You must be Paul.
Paul: That’s me. I see you looking at this ‘69.
Brian: She looks like she could use some restoring.
Paul: It’ll be a project, but I tell ya what, it’s not as bad as it looks.
Jason: It doesn’t look good anyway.
Brian: Ignore him. He doesn’t see the beauty here.
Paul: This one came in from California. It’s a good dry car. These are great builders. This doesn’t have an engine or transmission, but it’s a good, solid body. I mean, it’s 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner. And it’s a good solid color.
Brian: I see it. I see.
Paul: You’ve got good floors, good trunk, good quarter panels.
Brian: I must say, that’s not bad. And from Cali, that means no salt rot.
Paul: No sir.
Jason walks over to Jack and leans in and whispers.
Jason: What the hell are they talking about?
Jack: Car stuff, I don’t know everything either. Let them have their fun.
Brian: It’s missing a few pieces. Gonna need a new grille, some other trim, a windshield.
Paul: Well, that’s why you come to a salvage yard, right?
Brian: What do you say we go on a little scavanger hunt?
Paul: Sounds like a plan.
Paul and Brian head off to look for used parts and Jack and Jason are left looking at the piles of broken cars.
Jason: I don’t get it, bro. All this stuff is just broke ass car parts.
Jack: I know, but if you get some people that are dedicated, you know, you can do stuff like this and restore cars. You know that’s what Brian always wanted to do.
Jason: I didn’t realize how much junk we’d have to sift through. I don’t know if it’s worth it.
Jack: Brian’s.... Brian has been invaluable to us, Jay. He really has. I don’t know if we’d still both be here if he wasn’t around. I know I wouldn’t. And maybe you wouldn’t either. Maybe you’d be somewhere else far away from all this shit. I’m just saying that this could be much worse and Brian... he’s helped us through all this bullshit.
Jason: Yeah, I guess. You think about what we talked about though?
Jack: I don’t know Jay, We barely survived a war. We don’t have people like that. We still have people looking for us, and they could be back at any time. Starting another fight isn’t the smartest move.
Jason: But the longer we wait, we’re just sitting ducks. We have to do something.
Jack: No Jay, we don’t. We don’t have to do anything. We’re good right now.
Jason: But we can take that old man out of the picture, and then his guys become our guys. And then what? The Mexicans can come back and we’ll take them out. If we move, we can do this.
Jack: I’m not worried about that right now. I’m worried about the here and now. We’ll get to that, when we get there. Just... trust me on this, Jay. Okay?
Jason: Yeah... but you know we need to.
Jack: Jay... not now.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV.
In the garage, having gotten the ‘69 Roadrunner delivered, Brian looks very pleased with what’s in front of him, and Jack and Jason are happy for him.
Brian: Boys, I gotta say you’ve outdone yourselves. This is going to be great.
Brian opens the car door to the destroyed interior. The seats are ripped, the inside is rusted and the vinyl is ripped and cracked. Brian doesn’t seem worried in the slightest.
Brian: Yes sir, this is going to be something.
Jack: You really think you’re going to be able to restore this?
Brian: Oh absolutely. Now we’re gonna have to take out these seats, it needs some door panels, floor mats and stuff, but, really, once we get it all stripped down and get our hands dirty, it’ll be all worth it.
Jack: Who is “We”?
Brian: I’m just speaking generally. But if you want to help, I’d be more than happy to have some.
Jack: Jay can help. And he can learn a thing or two.
Jason: What? Nah, I’m good.
Jack: It’ll be good for you.
Brian: Don’t worry son, you won’t have to do anything difficult. I want to restore this car not destroy it altogether.
Jason: I’ll pass.
Brian: Suit yourself. But oh yeah, we’re gonna need a lift in here.
Jack: What if I just get you a garage altogether?
Brian: I mean, I can do it here, you just need to get a lift. I have to lift the car up to take all this stuff off of it.
Jack: I’ll see what I can do.
Brian: Trust me, when I get this thing the way it should be, there won’t be any stopping it. She’s gonna fly.
Brian starts touching the car, wiping it down even in the rust spots.
Brian: Yeah... gonna fly.
Brian stops, and clears his throat.
Brian: Well, if you all want to help, I’m gonna take these seats out. If not uh... I guess I’ll get started.
Jack: I have a match to prepare for. Gonna let these bums know what time it is.
Brian: You do that, Stick.
Jason: … I... I guess I can help.
Brian smirks.
Brian: Trust me son, it’ll be worth it. Possibilities are endless.
Jason: If you say so.
Brian: It’s all good. Now, go put some gloves on.
Jack: I’ll leave you two car lovers to it. I have a lot of things to do.
Jack starts to walk away as Jason exits to find gloves.
Brian: Stick...
Jack: Yeah?
Brian: I uh... I didn’t say it but... Thank you.
Jack: Yeah.
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Click.
Jack sits in his chair, looking at his watch as he begins.
Jack: The time is drawing near, people. It’s the day that Mac Bane, Matt Knox, and especially Ken Davison have been dreading. Hell, it’s a day SCW has been dreading. They haven’t wanted me as the champion, and despite all odds, despite them trying to make people forget about me, I have risen above everything. I have overcome all adversity and this Sunday is my crowning moment. Sunday is where I take my title back, and take my rightful place at the top of the mountain in SCW.
You may be thinking why are you so confident, you have three opponents, and you aren’t even in the champion? Well, I am simply the uncrowned champion. I am the only one who earned this. Matt Knox hasn’t, Mac Bane hasn’t, and Ken is simply here because of a fluke. You may not like to hear those words, but they are the truth. That’s what I specialize in. I may be an asshole, I may be a prick, but I’m not living in some delusional world. I am the one person who tells you the truth, no matter what.
You can look at my track record in 2022, I lost what? Two matches. One to Goth after like the 8th time and I was kind of feeling sorry for the old man, and the other when Finn Whalen got one over on me. That was it, the rest of the time, I was smashing people left and right. And I won the Internet championship and damn near set the record for the longest reign and most defenses. And did I get a reward for that? No. Of course not. I got sent away, given a vacation so that I could be forgotten about and they hoped I wouldn’t remember that. Hoping that I would get tired of this and go away.
But I’m not going anywhere.
In fact, I intend to make it worse than ever for people once this championship win is mine. Once Inception is over, there’s going to be a long, long time of me reminding each and every one of you haters that doubted me. That said I wasn’t what I said I was. Because even know I know you’re out there. And each and every time I come through, more of you have to eat crow and realize that I’m right. I am exactly what I say I am. And it makes you hate me even more. But the truth is, you know I’m right. And it’s going to be so much fun to stick it to all of you one more time.
That’s what you all have to look forward to. I hope you are ready. Because I am tired of being disrespected like I haven’t done anything here. I rose to the very top of this company in less than a year. I went straight to the top, and I came through. Who the hell else can say that? I’m on the shortest of short lists around here. Can my opponents say the same? No. I am the future of this company, and you all know it, and so do my opponents.
Jack is deadly serious, going over his opponents again.
Jack: I mean, obviously Matt Knox understood what was going on and he took it to heart that he has no business here. He knows it, and it’s the truth. I told him as much. And now, once again, he’s been nowhere to be found. He’s a fucking ghost around these parts. This spot could have gone to literally anybody else, and they would have made more effort than this old man. It’s absurd that he’s here. He has no right, and no business here, and you know, I think he should be fired to failing to deliver. But then again, SCW should have buyer’s remorse for even hiring him back. All this man did was TARNISH everything he was a part of. I’m not saying anything anybody doesn’t already know, but my god this match is a waste of space.
You may not like what I’m saying, but you know it’s the truth. Matt Knox is washed, he’s given you nothing in return for signing his name to a contract. He is STEALING from you. Every single person who pays their money to see this, and this man is doing his best casper imitation. Matt Knox should be ashamed of himself.
Or... on the other hand, maybe Matt Knox should be commended.
Hold on, hear me out on this. Maybe the man should be commended for actually understanding that he is not going to have a shot in hell of winning, so why fucking bother even trying? Why fight what he knows to be the truth? Maybe he’s smarter than he looks. Which isn’t saying much, but fact is, maybe he’s smarter than the other two by not trying to get in my way. Maybe he’s seen the light or something. Either way, it really makes no difference to me. Matt Knox not giving a shit simply makes my job easier. It makes this task all the more simple. I’ve already kicked the Cowboy’s ass, and I’ve kicked Ken Davison’s ass so, I think the man has simply accepted the reality.
Matt Knox is of the old guard. The old way of life. The old school and that bullshit. But he’s not that stupid to think that change hasn’t come for him. Times change and people change. The names and faces change. And Matt Knox knows that his time came and went. He got a little last hurrah last year, and now, that’s all over. Everyone here is done humoring him and playing nice. It’s just seems funny to me that the man talked all this game for so long and both times he and I have been in the same ring, he gets super quiet.
Well, now, there’s no more reason for him to talk, no reason for him to open his mouth anymore. At Inception he’s just going to bear witness to history. Because he knows he can’t fight the future.
Jack sighs as he continues.
Jack: What more can really be said, Cowboy? You’ve been riding a wave of meh for so long that it’s not even worth it to insult you. I partially don’t even blame you. You were a victim of hype from people who thought you were better than you are. They put all this hype and faith behind you while I was away and they wanted you, to be what I am. Though let’s just face it Cowboy, you aren’t me. And hey, you can be happy about that. You can be who you are now. A mediocre act.
You won the SCW world title three times, and nobody remembers any of them. They were all about what your girlfriend was doing, not you. You had to take a backseat, and then they tried again and again to make you something, anything that people could latch onto. And nobody bit the line, cowboy. The fish weren’t biting that day. They never bit and you were left on the line, looking stupid time and time again. Every single time they marched you out, there was a collective yawn and they had to go back to the drawing board.
But each time, there was just you, and you don’t have anything to give anybody. You’re a dumb cowboy from Texas. It’s great and all, but it’s not 1899 anymore. We are past that, Cowboy, and you know it. I’m the thing now. I’m the guy. You must be aware of this, you just don’t quite understand, but that’s okay, I’ll make it really clear for you.
You see, you tell me that I haven’t been champion in a year and I haven’t done this or that, it’s because I was on the outs. I was busy defending a different title. You see, I’m not the most popular guy. I’m not the guy who just get thrusted into random world title matches. I earn them. Unlike you. Because they wanted you to be great, and you weren’t. I have been great since the day I stepped into an SCW ring. You have simply been called great. Hell, you’ve even accepted that you may not be able to beat me. I appreciate the honesty Cowboy. I appreciate you being honest with yourself. You cannot beat me, you will not beat me. It’s just the facts of the situation.
You just need to talk a long hard look in the mirror at this point Cowboy. I talk a lot of shit, a lot of it. And I back it up. I do everything I say I’m going to do. You on the other hand have been propped up and you have still fallen over. You continue to just be here. You have to know that, Cowboy. You’re not as good as they want you to be. You wanna call me out for talking shit, and to that I’d say, welcome to the fucking show, Cowboy. But you just hear the trash talk and you assume I’m doing it because I beat you. No, you see, I talk shit, and it’s the truth. That’s what people like you really don’t understand. I think you should really look at yourself, and do the same thing that Knox did: Accept it. There’s no other option. They want you to be great, and I’m going to be greater. All day, every day, twice on Sunday.
Or rather... for the 3rd time.
Jack almost laughs as he moves on.
Jack: And then there’s you, dipshit. Ken Davison. Somehow, despite his best efforts, he is the World champion. I mean, you have to be a special kind of talented to fail upwards, like you do. You are the world champion, it makes me queasy just saying that out loud. I would question how, but it really just boils down to nobody really paying attention anymore. That’s right, we have reached levels so low, that nobody really cares that you are the world champion. That has to be what happened. You win the title, lose it and then win it back. Nobody expected you to. That’s how little faith anybody has in you, Ken. You weren’t even supposed to be here. It was supposed to be Finn Whalen. He should have been that guy and now, here you are.
The reason that I say your name a lot, is because it’s insulting to me that you have accomplished anything. That means I didn’t do my job, or someone is not letting me do my job. And also, because it gets you talking. It gets you out of your comfort zone, and you know it. You don’t have to say two words to me, and eventually I could have moved on. But you continue to let me get to you. You’re easy to work on Ken. I don’t even really have to try and I get to you. You are amusing to me.
But, you’re still trash who doesn’t deserve to be world champion, make no mistake about that. That opinion is never going to change and I will take it for as long as you are here.
But you know, despite that, I’m actually glad you are in this match. I’m actually happy for you that you are the world champion. It’s going to make my victory all the more special. Because I’m going to take the title from you. And then, when you inieviably get some random world title match on Climax Control, or another supercard, I’m going to be there and beat you again. And again, and again if need be. Beating you is going to become a highlight of my career. People are going to look back and say “why do they keep putting Ken Davison against Jack, it was never a contest!” And I’m going to laugh at that, because people will know it to be the truth.
And all of that starts at Inception, Ken. I’m going to beat you and you will be the ultimate footnote in my career. Because it’s going to kick off the greatest era in SCW world title history, and it will be because I kicked your ass one more time. I know, it’s a lot to take in, but you know that’s what’s going to happen. And no supreme being or man in the sky is going to stop me. You will fall to a simply greater wrestler. I am better than you Ken, I’ve said it, and I will make it a reality at Inception.
I have played you like a fucking fiddle Ken, and you have given me some beautiful music. And now, the time is up and over with. Your time is up. And let me assure you that you will NEVER EVER again put your grubby fucking hands on MY championship so long as I have it. You can bet on that.
Jack smirks and looks to wrap this up.
Jack: So, there you go. There’s really nothing else to say anymore. I don’t give a shit what Ken tries to throw out there trying to sound serious, or what shit the Cowboy pulls from his boots. There is no denying me, and there is no stopping me. You will all accept that I am what I say that I am. The face of this franchise. Perhaps it will take being the world champion for my name to be on the roster. But at the end of the day... the three jackasses I’m in the ring with, will only serve at witnesses to the greatness that is Jack Washington. I will restore the prestige and the shine to the SCW world championship. I will restore it's honor and glory. I will lead this company into the future.
Think of it as my... restoration project.
And then you all will put some god damn respect on my name.
Jack stares into the camera looking extremely confident.
Click.
Jack is not on full go mode as he heads into his big championship match at Inception. Jack remains supremely confident like always, but even he understands he cannot overlook any of his opponents and is preparing for one last volley to trash talk, and he will lay all his cards on the table heading into Inception.
Outside the ring, Jack got a little bit of closure on the death of his older brother Josh, from his uncle Brian. And at the new year’s ball drop, Jack and Jason talked about the future and what could come from it and the steps they had to take, while also reflecting on the past and how they got there. But more than anything enjoying the moment of being a family, despite there not being a lot of it left.
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U-Part Auto Salvage
North Las Vegas, NV
Jack, Jason, and Brian are all here, wandering around the salvage yard. Jason doesn’t seem too interested in this, and Jack more of a passing fancy, but they aren’t here for themselves. They are here for Brian, who is looking around at all the junked cars.
Brian: You’re seriously going to let me do this?
Jack: It’s your birthday, so yes.
Jason: But this is a lot of junk. There’s broken cars as far as you can see.
Brian: That’s what you see, son. But what’s really here in endless possibilities.
Jason: Or, it’s junk.
Jack: Take it easy, We worked Brian a lot since he came out here with us. I think he’s earned this.
Brian: I deserve a lot more than this, but I’ll take it.
The three continue to walk around until they come across a car that makes Brian stop in his tracks.
Brian: There she is boys...
Brian is standing in front of a car, that is mostly intact just by looking at it, except the windshield is cracked and the body is rusted. The owner of the salvage yard pops appears from behind a container with a smile on his face.
Jack: You must be Paul.
Paul: That’s me. I see you looking at this ‘69.
Brian: She looks like she could use some restoring.
Paul: It’ll be a project, but I tell ya what, it’s not as bad as it looks.
Jason: It doesn’t look good anyway.
Brian: Ignore him. He doesn’t see the beauty here.
Paul: This one came in from California. It’s a good dry car. These are great builders. This doesn’t have an engine or transmission, but it’s a good, solid body. I mean, it’s 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner. And it’s a good solid color.
Brian: I see it. I see.
Paul: You’ve got good floors, good trunk, good quarter panels.
Brian: I must say, that’s not bad. And from Cali, that means no salt rot.
Paul: No sir.
Jason walks over to Jack and leans in and whispers.
Jason: What the hell are they talking about?
Jack: Car stuff, I don’t know everything either. Let them have their fun.
Brian: It’s missing a few pieces. Gonna need a new grille, some other trim, a windshield.
Paul: Well, that’s why you come to a salvage yard, right?
Brian: What do you say we go on a little scavanger hunt?
Paul: Sounds like a plan.
Paul and Brian head off to look for used parts and Jack and Jason are left looking at the piles of broken cars.
Jason: I don’t get it, bro. All this stuff is just broke ass car parts.
Jack: I know, but if you get some people that are dedicated, you know, you can do stuff like this and restore cars. You know that’s what Brian always wanted to do.
Jason: I didn’t realize how much junk we’d have to sift through. I don’t know if it’s worth it.
Jack: Brian’s.... Brian has been invaluable to us, Jay. He really has. I don’t know if we’d still both be here if he wasn’t around. I know I wouldn’t. And maybe you wouldn’t either. Maybe you’d be somewhere else far away from all this shit. I’m just saying that this could be much worse and Brian... he’s helped us through all this bullshit.
Jason: Yeah, I guess. You think about what we talked about though?
Jack: I don’t know Jay, We barely survived a war. We don’t have people like that. We still have people looking for us, and they could be back at any time. Starting another fight isn’t the smartest move.
Jason: But the longer we wait, we’re just sitting ducks. We have to do something.
Jack: No Jay, we don’t. We don’t have to do anything. We’re good right now.
Jason: But we can take that old man out of the picture, and then his guys become our guys. And then what? The Mexicans can come back and we’ll take them out. If we move, we can do this.
Jack: I’m not worried about that right now. I’m worried about the here and now. We’ll get to that, when we get there. Just... trust me on this, Jay. Okay?
Jason: Yeah... but you know we need to.
Jack: Jay... not now.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV.
In the garage, having gotten the ‘69 Roadrunner delivered, Brian looks very pleased with what’s in front of him, and Jack and Jason are happy for him.
Brian: Boys, I gotta say you’ve outdone yourselves. This is going to be great.
Brian opens the car door to the destroyed interior. The seats are ripped, the inside is rusted and the vinyl is ripped and cracked. Brian doesn’t seem worried in the slightest.
Brian: Yes sir, this is going to be something.
Jack: You really think you’re going to be able to restore this?
Brian: Oh absolutely. Now we’re gonna have to take out these seats, it needs some door panels, floor mats and stuff, but, really, once we get it all stripped down and get our hands dirty, it’ll be all worth it.
Jack: Who is “We”?
Brian: I’m just speaking generally. But if you want to help, I’d be more than happy to have some.
Jack: Jay can help. And he can learn a thing or two.
Jason: What? Nah, I’m good.
Jack: It’ll be good for you.
Brian: Don’t worry son, you won’t have to do anything difficult. I want to restore this car not destroy it altogether.
Jason: I’ll pass.
Brian: Suit yourself. But oh yeah, we’re gonna need a lift in here.
Jack: What if I just get you a garage altogether?
Brian: I mean, I can do it here, you just need to get a lift. I have to lift the car up to take all this stuff off of it.
Jack: I’ll see what I can do.
Brian: Trust me, when I get this thing the way it should be, there won’t be any stopping it. She’s gonna fly.
Brian starts touching the car, wiping it down even in the rust spots.
Brian: Yeah... gonna fly.
Brian stops, and clears his throat.
Brian: Well, if you all want to help, I’m gonna take these seats out. If not uh... I guess I’ll get started.
Jack: I have a match to prepare for. Gonna let these bums know what time it is.
Brian: You do that, Stick.
Jason: … I... I guess I can help.
Brian smirks.
Brian: Trust me son, it’ll be worth it. Possibilities are endless.
Jason: If you say so.
Brian: It’s all good. Now, go put some gloves on.
Jack: I’ll leave you two car lovers to it. I have a lot of things to do.
Jack starts to walk away as Jason exits to find gloves.
Brian: Stick...
Jack: Yeah?
Brian: I uh... I didn’t say it but... Thank you.
Jack: Yeah.
--
On Camera:
Click.
Jack sits in his chair, looking at his watch as he begins.
Jack: The time is drawing near, people. It’s the day that Mac Bane, Matt Knox, and especially Ken Davison have been dreading. Hell, it’s a day SCW has been dreading. They haven’t wanted me as the champion, and despite all odds, despite them trying to make people forget about me, I have risen above everything. I have overcome all adversity and this Sunday is my crowning moment. Sunday is where I take my title back, and take my rightful place at the top of the mountain in SCW.
You may be thinking why are you so confident, you have three opponents, and you aren’t even in the champion? Well, I am simply the uncrowned champion. I am the only one who earned this. Matt Knox hasn’t, Mac Bane hasn’t, and Ken is simply here because of a fluke. You may not like to hear those words, but they are the truth. That’s what I specialize in. I may be an asshole, I may be a prick, but I’m not living in some delusional world. I am the one person who tells you the truth, no matter what.
You can look at my track record in 2022, I lost what? Two matches. One to Goth after like the 8th time and I was kind of feeling sorry for the old man, and the other when Finn Whalen got one over on me. That was it, the rest of the time, I was smashing people left and right. And I won the Internet championship and damn near set the record for the longest reign and most defenses. And did I get a reward for that? No. Of course not. I got sent away, given a vacation so that I could be forgotten about and they hoped I wouldn’t remember that. Hoping that I would get tired of this and go away.
But I’m not going anywhere.
In fact, I intend to make it worse than ever for people once this championship win is mine. Once Inception is over, there’s going to be a long, long time of me reminding each and every one of you haters that doubted me. That said I wasn’t what I said I was. Because even know I know you’re out there. And each and every time I come through, more of you have to eat crow and realize that I’m right. I am exactly what I say I am. And it makes you hate me even more. But the truth is, you know I’m right. And it’s going to be so much fun to stick it to all of you one more time.
That’s what you all have to look forward to. I hope you are ready. Because I am tired of being disrespected like I haven’t done anything here. I rose to the very top of this company in less than a year. I went straight to the top, and I came through. Who the hell else can say that? I’m on the shortest of short lists around here. Can my opponents say the same? No. I am the future of this company, and you all know it, and so do my opponents.
Jack is deadly serious, going over his opponents again.
Jack: I mean, obviously Matt Knox understood what was going on and he took it to heart that he has no business here. He knows it, and it’s the truth. I told him as much. And now, once again, he’s been nowhere to be found. He’s a fucking ghost around these parts. This spot could have gone to literally anybody else, and they would have made more effort than this old man. It’s absurd that he’s here. He has no right, and no business here, and you know, I think he should be fired to failing to deliver. But then again, SCW should have buyer’s remorse for even hiring him back. All this man did was TARNISH everything he was a part of. I’m not saying anything anybody doesn’t already know, but my god this match is a waste of space.
You may not like what I’m saying, but you know it’s the truth. Matt Knox is washed, he’s given you nothing in return for signing his name to a contract. He is STEALING from you. Every single person who pays their money to see this, and this man is doing his best casper imitation. Matt Knox should be ashamed of himself.
Or... on the other hand, maybe Matt Knox should be commended.
Hold on, hear me out on this. Maybe the man should be commended for actually understanding that he is not going to have a shot in hell of winning, so why fucking bother even trying? Why fight what he knows to be the truth? Maybe he’s smarter than he looks. Which isn’t saying much, but fact is, maybe he’s smarter than the other two by not trying to get in my way. Maybe he’s seen the light or something. Either way, it really makes no difference to me. Matt Knox not giving a shit simply makes my job easier. It makes this task all the more simple. I’ve already kicked the Cowboy’s ass, and I’ve kicked Ken Davison’s ass so, I think the man has simply accepted the reality.
Matt Knox is of the old guard. The old way of life. The old school and that bullshit. But he’s not that stupid to think that change hasn’t come for him. Times change and people change. The names and faces change. And Matt Knox knows that his time came and went. He got a little last hurrah last year, and now, that’s all over. Everyone here is done humoring him and playing nice. It’s just seems funny to me that the man talked all this game for so long and both times he and I have been in the same ring, he gets super quiet.
Well, now, there’s no more reason for him to talk, no reason for him to open his mouth anymore. At Inception he’s just going to bear witness to history. Because he knows he can’t fight the future.
Jack sighs as he continues.
Jack: What more can really be said, Cowboy? You’ve been riding a wave of meh for so long that it’s not even worth it to insult you. I partially don’t even blame you. You were a victim of hype from people who thought you were better than you are. They put all this hype and faith behind you while I was away and they wanted you, to be what I am. Though let’s just face it Cowboy, you aren’t me. And hey, you can be happy about that. You can be who you are now. A mediocre act.
You won the SCW world title three times, and nobody remembers any of them. They were all about what your girlfriend was doing, not you. You had to take a backseat, and then they tried again and again to make you something, anything that people could latch onto. And nobody bit the line, cowboy. The fish weren’t biting that day. They never bit and you were left on the line, looking stupid time and time again. Every single time they marched you out, there was a collective yawn and they had to go back to the drawing board.
But each time, there was just you, and you don’t have anything to give anybody. You’re a dumb cowboy from Texas. It’s great and all, but it’s not 1899 anymore. We are past that, Cowboy, and you know it. I’m the thing now. I’m the guy. You must be aware of this, you just don’t quite understand, but that’s okay, I’ll make it really clear for you.
You see, you tell me that I haven’t been champion in a year and I haven’t done this or that, it’s because I was on the outs. I was busy defending a different title. You see, I’m not the most popular guy. I’m not the guy who just get thrusted into random world title matches. I earn them. Unlike you. Because they wanted you to be great, and you weren’t. I have been great since the day I stepped into an SCW ring. You have simply been called great. Hell, you’ve even accepted that you may not be able to beat me. I appreciate the honesty Cowboy. I appreciate you being honest with yourself. You cannot beat me, you will not beat me. It’s just the facts of the situation.
You just need to talk a long hard look in the mirror at this point Cowboy. I talk a lot of shit, a lot of it. And I back it up. I do everything I say I’m going to do. You on the other hand have been propped up and you have still fallen over. You continue to just be here. You have to know that, Cowboy. You’re not as good as they want you to be. You wanna call me out for talking shit, and to that I’d say, welcome to the fucking show, Cowboy. But you just hear the trash talk and you assume I’m doing it because I beat you. No, you see, I talk shit, and it’s the truth. That’s what people like you really don’t understand. I think you should really look at yourself, and do the same thing that Knox did: Accept it. There’s no other option. They want you to be great, and I’m going to be greater. All day, every day, twice on Sunday.
Or rather... for the 3rd time.
Jack almost laughs as he moves on.
Jack: And then there’s you, dipshit. Ken Davison. Somehow, despite his best efforts, he is the World champion. I mean, you have to be a special kind of talented to fail upwards, like you do. You are the world champion, it makes me queasy just saying that out loud. I would question how, but it really just boils down to nobody really paying attention anymore. That’s right, we have reached levels so low, that nobody really cares that you are the world champion. That has to be what happened. You win the title, lose it and then win it back. Nobody expected you to. That’s how little faith anybody has in you, Ken. You weren’t even supposed to be here. It was supposed to be Finn Whalen. He should have been that guy and now, here you are.
The reason that I say your name a lot, is because it’s insulting to me that you have accomplished anything. That means I didn’t do my job, or someone is not letting me do my job. And also, because it gets you talking. It gets you out of your comfort zone, and you know it. You don’t have to say two words to me, and eventually I could have moved on. But you continue to let me get to you. You’re easy to work on Ken. I don’t even really have to try and I get to you. You are amusing to me.
But, you’re still trash who doesn’t deserve to be world champion, make no mistake about that. That opinion is never going to change and I will take it for as long as you are here.
But you know, despite that, I’m actually glad you are in this match. I’m actually happy for you that you are the world champion. It’s going to make my victory all the more special. Because I’m going to take the title from you. And then, when you inieviably get some random world title match on Climax Control, or another supercard, I’m going to be there and beat you again. And again, and again if need be. Beating you is going to become a highlight of my career. People are going to look back and say “why do they keep putting Ken Davison against Jack, it was never a contest!” And I’m going to laugh at that, because people will know it to be the truth.
And all of that starts at Inception, Ken. I’m going to beat you and you will be the ultimate footnote in my career. Because it’s going to kick off the greatest era in SCW world title history, and it will be because I kicked your ass one more time. I know, it’s a lot to take in, but you know that’s what’s going to happen. And no supreme being or man in the sky is going to stop me. You will fall to a simply greater wrestler. I am better than you Ken, I’ve said it, and I will make it a reality at Inception.
I have played you like a fucking fiddle Ken, and you have given me some beautiful music. And now, the time is up and over with. Your time is up. And let me assure you that you will NEVER EVER again put your grubby fucking hands on MY championship so long as I have it. You can bet on that.
Jack smirks and looks to wrap this up.
Jack: So, there you go. There’s really nothing else to say anymore. I don’t give a shit what Ken tries to throw out there trying to sound serious, or what shit the Cowboy pulls from his boots. There is no denying me, and there is no stopping me. You will all accept that I am what I say that I am. The face of this franchise. Perhaps it will take being the world champion for my name to be on the roster. But at the end of the day... the three jackasses I’m in the ring with, will only serve at witnesses to the greatness that is Jack Washington. I will restore the prestige and the shine to the SCW world championship. I will restore it's honor and glory. I will lead this company into the future.
Think of it as my... restoration project.
And then you all will put some god damn respect on my name.
Jack stares into the camera looking extremely confident.
Click.
Face. Of. The. Franchise.