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Supercard Archives / Re: ALEX JONES (c) vs JACK WASHINGTON - WORLD TITLE
« on: November 05, 2021, 11:28:08 PM »
Prologue:
Jack was now only days away from his championship match and a chance to share a little bit of history after such a short time in SCW. A chance to be only the third man in SCW history to become the SCW world champion three times. It was no doubt a tough task ahead of him, and he and Alex Jones have traded barbs for the past 3 weeks. Now, with only a short time remaining, the clock ticks down to the epic confrontation where Jack has a chance to regain the championship after his loss to Mark Cross.
Outside the ring, we are concluding Jack’s time away from SCW for a few months, as now we learned that the Mexicans, in retaliation for not trusting Jack after the second shipment was attacked, and his failure to dispose of a person the Mexicans wanted him to, kidnapped Jack’s brother Jason. Now at his wits end, Jack is unsure of what to do, but has contacted Detective Jessica De Le Fuente, a Philadelphia cop with ties to Jack, about exactly what can be done to get Jason back without ruining everything and exposing Jack as having a hand in all that has transpired in the past few months to a year.
Jack must now make the ultimate decision and face the consequences, the question remains what his choice will be, and how will be go out getting his brother back, and whether or not that’s even possible. Jack was prepared to go it alone and search for his brother, but Brian was able to talk him out of that. The time has come for Jack to face down his fears and make the choice between family, and business, and try to avoid any more collateral damage from this explosion of emotion.
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Washington Estate,
Las Vegas, NV.
3 months ago.
Jack held the gun in his hand, even as he spoke to Jessica on the phone.
Jack: Jess... they got my brother. I need you to help me... I need you to help me get him back. That’s my brother man, that’s my FUCKING BROTHER man!
Jess does speak on the other end, but only Jack hears it.
Jack: DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I’m sorry. I’m sorry... I... I’M JUST, A LITTLE FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW!
He even aims the gun at the phone and yells again.
Jack: You need to help me. Help me.
Jess seems to finally be able to get through to him.
Jack: I’ll be right there. I know the place.
Jack ends the call and tears well up in his eyes. He wants nothing more than to destroy something. Brian is right there, hands on Jack’s shoulders, looking him square in the face
Brian: Kid, you need to calm down.
Jack: How can I be calm, Brian? How? YOU FUCKING TELL ME...
Jack has to take a breath, crying.
Jack: How am I supposed to fucking calm man? They got my big brother, in some fucking basement or some shit! He’s not part of this shit, Brian! He was never supposed to be part of this!
Brian: Well, he is now, Stick, and you going on a revenge trip and getting yourself killed isn’t going to get him back. All it’s going to do is get him killed too.
Jack: They aren’t about to do shit, Brian. I will kill them all if I have to.
Brian: Stick, listen to me. JOHN, listen to me.
Jack looked up, surprised that Brian would call him by his given name.
Jack: What?
Brian: You need to get a hold of yourself right now. Stop and think. Your brother is also my nephew, as are you. And I made a promise to your father, my brother, that I was going to take care of this family because he can’t anymore. And you, are NOT about to throw your life away to get your brother back. He means as much to me as he does you! Now, if you are going to meet up with Jessica, then do it. But you need to listen to her. You hear me... Listen to her.
Jack nodded. It wasn’t really ever made clear that he actually did hear or understand Brian, but he nodded. He felt so numb inside that he really didn’t even care, but he made it a point to turn back to Brian.
Jack: Yeah, I’ve... I’ve gotta go.
Brian: Stick, be careful, and listen to Jessica, and let her handle it.
Jack didn’t bother responding as he walked in almost a haze as he left, he got in his car and he drove away, still with his bulletproof vest on under his shirt, and his gun tucked into his pants, his destination unknown.
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Undisclosed Location
Las Vegas, NV
3 months ago.
Jack sat in his car, a scowl etched across his face and still some watery eyes. He sat in a total silence as he waited. It seemed to take an eternity. Minutes felt like hours to Jack as he waited, and finally, some headlights pulled into where he was sitting. After a moment or two, which also felt like forever, Detective De La Fuente got out of her car, checking her surroundings before entering Jack’s car. Jack didn’t even acknowledge her presence at first, continuing to stare straight ahead, almost at nothing.
Jessica: John?
Jack didn’t respond at first. He finally sighed and turned to her, his face pale and his eyes still watering.
Jack: They got my brother, Jess.
Jessica: Who?
Jack: The Mexicans.
Jessica: I’m sorry. I –
Jack simply put his hand up to stop her from saying anything else.
Jack: I don’t need you to feel sorry for me, or to tell me it’s going to be okay. I just need you to help me.
Jessica: Of course, I’ll do what I can. But you need to help me, before I can help you.
Jack: You need to tell me first.
Jessica: Tell you what?
Jack: How bad is this going to be?
Jessica: That depends.
Jack: On?
Jessica: It depends on what you mean. John, I will do everything I can to get your brother back, you know that.
Jack: I just need to know if this is going to ruin things after it’s over.
Jessica: If... all goes well, and we catch them, you’re going to be possibly under investigation for how much of a role you played in this. I know how deep you are in John. It’s not going to be easy to get you off the hook for this. You can’t walk away from this without an issue.
Jack simply ran his hand through his hair, sighing.
Jack: I’m not a snitch, Jess.
Jessica: This really isn’t the time to worry about that, John. Look, if you have information, you just have to give it to me, and I will make sure that I do everything to get him back. I’ll pull in a few favors to make this go as fast as I can.
Jack closed his eyes and leaned forward against the steering wheel. He clenched his fists and his knuckles turned white.
Jack: Green Chevy, 118BRX licence plate. That’s the car they put him in.
Jessica: That’s good, I can run that license plate and we can easily get a match.
Jack: Just do it. Please.
Jessica: Of course, I will.
Jessica looked over at Jack, who never once looked her in the face during this conversation. She put a hand on to touch his shoulder.
Jack: Don’t. I don’t need the sympathy. I just need you to find my brother. Just find him.
Jessica slowly pulled her hand away.
Jessica: I will.
Jessica sighed as she left the car, and soon drove away. Jack stayed in his car, staring straight ahead, and gripping the wheel so hard it creeked and cracked. He let go of the wheel and pulled out his phone, dialing.
Jack: Ms. Ana-Sofia. I’m coming for you.
Jack let those words be the only ones he spoke, and he hung up.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
The Next Day
Jack just sat there, not bothering to really do anything. His cigar just burned sitting on the ashtray, his drink looking like he never took a sip. He just sat there, waiting on the couch for something, ANYTHING to happen. Brian noticed this and sat on the couch beside him.
Brian: You did the right thing.
Jack: I want my brother back. I don’t give a shit about right or wrong anymore, Brian. I just want him back. I need to know he’s okay. And these pieces of shit pay for trying to fuck with me.
Brian: You fucked with them first.
Jack: You said the deal was bad, Brian. I’m getting out of the deal. I don’t have a choice now. They took it this far, not me.
Brian: Yeah, but you aren’t helping yourself.
Jack: What am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do?!
Brian: Get up and go... out. Go get drunk and fuck a hooker or something. You’re going to spend all your time cooped up in here and then what? You’re going to go insane just waiting around here. Seriously.
Jack: I can’t. If I go out, I’m gonna start looking for him, and you told me to be patient. And then I’m gonna start taking people out, and then I’m going to go to jail, and they’re going to FUCKING KILL MY BROTHER!
Brian: You can’t just sit here.
Jack: You told me to trust Jessica, and I’m trusting her.
Brian: Stick, this is not what I meant. I meant for you to not worry about it.
Jack in response burns a hole through Brian, looking at him like he had 3 heads.
Jack: Not. Worry. About it? Are you fucking serious? Are you fucking joking with me right now? How can I not worry? He wasn’t supposed to be in this, and I was doing right by him, Brian! I gave him a job, I got him clean, and now, he’s on some warehouse or some shit because these Mexicans want to FUCK with me!
Brian: And you yelling about it, isn’t going to help anything. There is no use to you wasting your energy sitting on your hands, waiting for any news. You know the old saying? No news is good news.
Jack: No, it means they haven’t found anything!
Jack then pulls out his phone and dials. It’s a long wait, but Jessica finally does pick up on the other end.
Jack: Anything?.
Jessica: John, stop this.
Jack: Please tell me you have something.
Jessica: Not yet.
Jack: Come on Jessica, I’m counting on you!...
Jessica: Calm down. I will handle it. You just don’t need to worry anymore.
Jack: Don’t tell me not to worry! It’s not your family!
Jack ended the call and tossed his phone aside. He simply stood up after that and left the room.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
3 Months Ago
Jack finally found an answer to his issues. He began to drink. And he began to drink heavily. As the days past with no news, and no call from the Mexicans regarding the situation, Jack simply became a drunk. He laid in bed for the time as it passed, drinking and barely doing anything. Jack was a mess, but he no longer cared about that. All this was, was a coping mechanism for everything that was going wrong.
Brian came into the room that was ripe with the smell of alcohol. Jack was laying in bed, passed out and half naked. Brian nudged him and there was no response, then after a harder nudge, Jack came out of his drunken stupor.
Jack: What? What? Who? Oh... Brian..
Brian: Jessica called while you were out.
Jack perked up, hearing Jessica’s name, still coming out of it.
Jack: What? Where? What happened?
Jack tried to stand up, but quickly fell back down, grabbing his head and shielding his eyes from the sunlight.
Brian: They found the car, and they’re going to follow it and find out if it goes back to wherever Jason is being held up.
Jack: Okay... okay..
Jack stood up again, stumbling over and trying to put his clothes on.
Brian: What are you doing.
Jack: I... I gotta go there. To help.
Brian: You’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re drunk.
Jack: Fuck it.
Jack stumbled over to his kitchen and pulled ice cubes out of the ice cube maker and poured it, with water which he filled up a bucket with. He dumped the ice into the water bucket and simply dumped it over his head.
Jack: Ohhhh shit!
The cold water seemed to spring Jack to life, sobering him up as he had to take a second to let the water run down his body and back. He went back into the room, now a lot more focused. He put his clothes on, along with his bullet proof vest.
Jack: I’m sober now. Where are they?
Brian: I don’t know. And you’re not going to go anywhere.
Jack: The fuck you mean? I’m going.
Brian: Jessica’s not going to let you go anywhere near anything with this. You’re not a cop.
Jack: You let me handle it.
Jack again slipped his pistol into his pants and then pulled out his phone and dialed.
Jack: Jessica... Jessica...
Jessica: John?
Jack: where are they?... Tell me! I need to know my brother is okay. Please!...
Jessica: I told you, let me handle this. I’ll call you when we’re done.
Jack: Jessica... Jessica don’t hang up! Fuck.
Jack put his phone down and stopped. He looked around and then went back to the refrigerator and opened it, looking for more booze. When there was none, he turned to Brian.
Brian: You drank 90% of it, Stick.
Jack’s phone then started buzzing. He almost sprinted back over to the phone and picked it up without looking.
Jack: Jessica!
Sonny: Sorry, sweetheart.
Jack: Sonny?
Sonny: Yeah, you know I was beginning to worry about you kid, you ain’t called in a while. Thought you might be dead.
Jack: No. Not yet.
Sonny: You alright, Kid?
Jack: No.
Sonny: What happened? Where you been?
Jack: They took my brother, Sonny. I gotta go get him back.
Sonny: Well... shit kid... I didn’t know.
Jack: Tell you what, once I get him back, once I take care of this... I got something for you, I’m close to figuring out where they hideout. Once I find out. I will tell you this... it’s open season.
Sonny: That’s the spirit kid. Now you’re really getting into this business!
Jack: Not like I want to. But for taking my brother, they have to pay.
Sonny: You see, now you know what it’s like. But if you get me the location of where they are, if you get that, I don’t think we’ll have problems after that.
Jack: Good. Good.
Sonny: Alright kid, I’ll let you get back to your revenge. Just don’t go getting yourself killed doing it. I kinda like you kid.
Jack: I get it now. But, I’ll be in touch, and then, you can reach out and touch them.
Sonny: You got it kid.
Jack ended the call and began to think and pace. He then grabbed his phone and began messing around with it.
Brian: What are you doing?
Jack Finding out where Jessica is.
Brian: What?
Jack: Find my iphone.
Jack punches in Jessica’s number, and it pulls up her GPS.
Jack: Gotcha.
Jack quickly goes to grab his keys. Brian stops him.
Jack: Get out of the way, Brian.
Brian: You cannot go down there. You have no business there!
Jack: Family is my business.
Jack pushed aside Brian and left. He kept his phone open and began to look at the GPS location on the Iphone, which after a few mintues, turned off. And to Jack that only meant one thing, they found where they were, and that was where Jack needed to go. Jack began to drive, using the last location on the app, but he received another phone call, this one from Benny.
Jack: What do you want, Benny?
Benny: Jesus Christ, Kid, I wanted to make you were still alive.
Jack: For now.
Benny: Kid, what the fuck is going on, who were the people that took Jason?
Jack: Mexicans, Benny. I’ll explain all of it, at some point, after I get him back.
Benny: You know where he is?
Jack: Yeah, I’m going to get him back, right now.
Benny: They’re giving him back? What’s going on?
Jack: Oh, they are giving him back alright, one way or another.
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Undisclosed location
3 months ago
The drive seemingly took hours, but really it was minutes. And by the time that Jack got there, there was smoke coming from the mid-sized house, broken glass was all over the place. All the police vehicles there told Jack he had the right place. He parked his car a few hundred yards away, and began to slowly creep up to the house. There were a few scattered gunshots, none of which were close to Jack, but he still reacted. As he moved up, there was silence. A few people began to yell instructions to each other, as Jack backed up, and made it a spot he could see, but not be seen. He watched as several Mexicans were led out in handcuffs, but Ana Sofia was not one of them. He simply watched and then approached after a while. An officer was there to stop him.
Officer: Whoa, woah, back off please, the situation is under control.
Jack: Where’s... where’s my brother? Where’s Jessica?
Officer: Sir, I need you step back.
Jack watched as Jessica was helped out of the house, groaning in anger and a large blood spatter on her shirt. Soon enough an ambulance made it’s way to the scene, and Jessica was given medical attention. Jack tried desperately to get to her.
Jack: Jessica!
Jessica heard Jack’s voice and was actually a little startled that he had found her. He got her attention and waved for the officer to let him by to her. Jack came up to her and was eagerly awaiting the news.
Jack: Shit... you alright?
Jessica: Thank god I had my best on. Hurts like hell.
Jack: Is... Jason...
Jessica: He’s alive. They found him. He was roughed up be he’ll be okay. They’re going to take him to the hospital.
Jack: Fuck.. Fuck.. Okay.. Which one?
Jessica: I don’t know.
Jack: I’ll find out. You gonna be okay?
Jessica: Yes. How did you even find me?
Jack: I tracked your phone.
Jessica: You could have been killed.
Jack: I know... I.. I needed to find him.
Jessica: Go. Just go... he’s fine.
Jack lowered his head and nodded, he looked back up as Jessica, continuing to nod.
Jack: Thank you.
With that, Jack departed, asking where his brother was taken, before fully leaving the area. He gets into his car and he dials a number.
Jack: Sonny.
Sonny: Kid.
Jack: The place isn’t far away, but I don’t think it’s the only one. Maybe you can make something of it. I’ll text it to you.
Sonny: How’s your brother?
Jack: He’s fine, but this isn’t over. Ana Sofia is still out there. They must have moved when they knew I was coming.
Sonny: Where’s your brother now.
Jack: Centennial Hills Hospital.
Sonny: Good place. I’ll have people watch out for him.
Jack: You don’t need to do that.
Sonny: Kid, you’ve helped me more than you know. It’s the least I could do.
Jack: Thanks Sonny.
Jack ends the call, headed to the hospital
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Centennial Hills Hospital
Las Vegas, NV
3 months ago
Jack arrived and checked in, finding Jason’s room and visiting him. Jason is bandaged up and has a few wounds, but he is for the most part okay. Jack walks in and sees Jason and rushes to his side.
Jason: Hey bro.
Jack: Jason.
Jason: I don’t know what happened man. These dudes just grabbed me.
Jack: I know. We figured it out, and it’s been taken care of. The important thing is that you are safe.
Jason: What was the deal.
Jack: I fucked up. It wasn’t meant for you to be a part of it. I’m sorry that that happened. I so damn sorry.
Jason: What? What did you do?
Jack: I needed to make some money, I got into bed with bad people. And when things got rough, they blamed me. And as a result, you were dragged into this. It was never my intention for that to happen. You’re my brother and I love you. I won’t ever do that to you again. I promise.
Jason: Yeah...
Jack and Jason share a soft hug as brothers as the scene finally fades out.
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Click.
Jack is once again shown in his home, shaking his head seemingly in disappointment
Jack: You never cease to disappoint me, Alex. Seriously.
I expected something. something good, something great, but this? What you just did, and things you have said, make me sick to my stomach. I mean, for fuck’s sake man, you can’t even really own up to your own past. Everything you have said, makes me correct. You’re going to sit here and look into a camera like this, and talk about how you regret the things you’ve done and how you really look back at yourself and you feel shame. You don’t like the person you were back then. I’m sorry, back then was a fucking year ago. You’re not sorry about the things you’ve done, you only have the regrets you have now because it didn’t get you what you wanted. Period, point blank. You’re a god damn clown for this shit, Alex. You know what it is? You really wanna know what this is? This is a desperate act, by a desperate man. A man who continues to speak about “retribution” in the same manner that a person who is looking for salvation, and they put their hands together, and they fall on their knees and they pray. Because that, makes it all better, doesn’t it Alex? It is some of the funniest shit to see a man have to turn to some higher power because they fucked up their lives, and then, everything is just dandy.
You know how that happens Alex? Asshats like you, fuck up everything to the point where nobody speaks to them anymore. Nobody trusts them and nobody believes them. So, they turn to some form of spiritual awakening so they can say “I was saved. I repent my sins!” I don’t know about what they do in Dallas, or wherever the hell you call your home state now, but when you fuck up, sorry doesn’t cut it. Finding the holy spirit doesn’t cut it. All of this shit is as phony as the tv televangelist on at 3 o’clock in the morning trying to get you to buy prayer beads to get saved. But you know, first you gotta give me $500 dollars. “Retribution” is just your fancy buzzword for “I am in serious trouble of getting my ass kicked again, please believe I have changed!” All this shit is, is a ruse, until you win another championship, and then just like that, magically you will be right back to stabbing people in the back, stepping on those lower than you, and calling yourself a god again. I swear, I had to pull up the Michael Jordan “Stop it, get some help” meme for this shit.
I called this from the very start, that every single on the people in Wolfslair are hypocrites. They love this “I’ll call you out for being a bad person, but you can’t call me out.” I said this shit a year ago, when you were riding high. My opinion has not changed, I haven’t said anything that is a false statement. You are all trash people who continue to exist despite everyone being better off when you aren’t. You’re going to go with this “I own my mistakes” bullshit now? Where was this when you were champion last year Alex? Where was the repent? Where was the seeking of retribution? Did that not apply then? You’re only doing it now, because you have nothing else left to throw at me. You have absolutely nothing besides a hope and a prayer that I screw this up somehow. You’re sitting there, praying that I can make my flight to New York City, or then I get into a car accident on the way to the building. You have ZERO to offer against me Alex. Nothing. So, you’re looking internally like “I’ve changed my ways now, I’m a new person!” Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit, Alex. I’m not buying it. All this retribution bullshit is just that, and it’s all to get you through this match. You were hoping that I couldn’t sit here and run you into the ground any further than I already did. A year ago, I obliterated you, I made fun of your stupid nicknames, I made fun your family, I did exactly what I said was going to do. And you were hoping then, that you never crossed my path again. But you were also thinking deep down in your soul, that if we met up again, things would be different. And so, you chose the bullshit you’re spewing now, because I’ve already gone over your past. You were shit then, and you’re shit now, Alex.
I was going to have to talk about some other things, find out some different info on you, but you know what the funny thing is? For as long as you have been in wrestling, you’re still a piece of dried bread. You’re stale, you’re nothing. I had to ask last year who the fuck Alex Jones is, and a year later, all that has been revealed is that you’re a liar and a fraud. And to be fair, I already knew that shit from the jump, my guy. Nothing about you has changed, because there’s nothing there to begin with. You are a paper tiger and a pretender. You are seeking “Retribution” to salvage your career and try and turn it around and make people like you again. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when somebody stabs me in the back, they can’t take it back with a “sorry.” I can’t deal with that kind of a person, why anybody still deals with you is something of a mystery Alex.
Jack sighs heavily, and then points a finger at the camera as he continues.
Jack: You see, I would rather you just be consistent, and tell me you’re a god again. Just tell me that you are the best thing since sliced bread and I would, actually respect that. I would. I would rather you be a dick bag the entire time, then smile in my face just to stab me in the back. You are demonstrating how shitty of a person you really are. Nobody likes fake people, Alex. Me? I’m an asshole. I’ve said it plenty of times. I embrace being an asshole. But you know what people can say about me? At least, they know where they stand. All of the other wrestlers in SCW? I don’t like any of them. I will trash them, just as easily as I will trash you. But at least, you know where you all stand. With you Alex? People can be all over the place, depending on how you feel that day. It’s really, really fucking sad that you are that type of a human being. It is why you are seeking “Retribution” right? To take back the shitty things you’ve done. Now, you’re really sorry about lying to Austin Mercer’s face. And backstabbing Griffin Hawkins to get what you wanted.
BULL. SHIT.
You’re are sorry about it now, because you think it will help you keep your championship. I mean, I almost wish I had the ability to turn it off and on again like you do. Because I feel like I’ve heard this type speech before from you. I feel like this is exactly the type of shit you’d try and pull, like it’s a fucking magic trick. You’re not going to pull the wool over my eyes Alex. I see through bullshit. I can smell it a mile away, and you are full of shit, and you have been for an entire year. Twice now, you have been plucked from obscurity and your fucking hidey hole and won the SCW World Championship. And the first time, that was really how you wanted it to go. “I’m the man, I’m the shit” that was you. That’s what you thought was cool. Just like when you put that stupid ass blonde streak in your hair, like you were trying to recapture your youth or some shit.
This, the shit you’re doing now, is you trying to facilitate like you’ve changed. You know deep down you have not, so why are you even doing this pretense? Why are you bothering to act like you’ve grown and matured. I mean, seriously, grown and matured? Aren’t you kicking 40’s door down at this point in your life? Most normal people grow and mature when they get to the age of 25, what the fuck is this extra 15 years that you’re trying to pull of now, Alex? What the fuck is this? You really think anybody is buying this? I’m certainly not. And nobody else should either. You’re sitting here, trying to save face, because your whole career, you’ve been a piece of shit human being. Now you’re sitting here trying to act like you’ve made this change, and really, I’m just the worst person in the world because I go after everyone equally. You trying to act like I’m after some kind of retribution is a bunch of horseshit that you’re really trying to pass off as this faux wisdom, and to be real honest with you, chief, it’s not gonna work.
Jack chuckles to himself as he continues.
Jack: I don’t have to seek retribution in any way shape or form. I can tell you with a smile on my face, I’ve done and said some shitty things, I’ve never said I was a saint, so I don’t try and act like one. I told everybody from day 1 that I was out for me. I was out to get what I want, and I don’t care who I have to step on, or offend, to get there. You know damn well you didn’t do that, and you know damn well this is just an act. Until you lose that championship, this will be what you’re selling. A “make good.” No motherfucker, if you really were about this, you would have been about it last year. You would have been doing this your whole career, instead you’ve done the opposite, and then tried to “clean yourself up” multiple times. Only to go right back to how you were last year. You change your attitude like your fucking tighty-whiteys when the situation suits you. All you are, is a salesman, and piss poor one at that.
I am happy with the person I am, Alex, you are not. You and are not the same. Let’s just cut that shit out right now. I’ve done this, on my own, I’ve built myself up, by myself, I didn’t need anybody, and I don’t need anybody around me to do it. You have to surround yourself with these other fucking terrible people to justify yourself. I don’t have to justify myself to anybody. If you want the truth, you know where you can get it. You may not like it, but it’s going to be how I do it. I’ve said plenty of times before I’m not out here, wearing a white hat. I cheat, I am not a nice person, I will gladly take any victory I can, any way I can, and I will not lose sleep over how it gets done. In my eyes, I should have been the world champion sooner in this company, because I rose to the top of it, faster than anybody, ever. I have backed up every single thing I’ve ever said, Alex. You can call it cocky, or arrogant, but if you utter from your lips that I’m not as good as I think I am, what the hell does that make you when I beat YOU to win my first world title? Who in the hell are you, my guy? You are not anywhere close to my league, and you never were, even in your prime in 1938, you would not have beaten me last year. You’re so wrapped up in your fantasy world, you have lost sight of the reality of who I am. I came here, and said what I was going to do, and I did it. Did you Alex? No, you didn’t. You had to keep banging your drum like “I’ve done this and I’ve done this, you should respect me!”
Nobody has any respect for you, because you don’t even have respect for yourself. And that’s a fact.
Jack rubs at his eyes with his fingers, feigning pain.
Jack: You’re pitiful Alex, So I’m going to do the world a favor in Madison Square Garden, and beat your ass again, in the ring. And I will take the SCW world championship from you, and then, you can fuck off with your retribution bullshit. I just wonder how you live with yourself, and how you sleep at night, knowing how fake you are. This isn’t even a good story to try and tell Alex, and you know that, deep down, you know that and you’re only kidding yourself. If this is the best you can come up with in order to actually beat me, you are in for a worse beating than you got last time. I made no bones about being the face of this franchise, and that’s the truth. You are being FED to me, as I beat you, and I take what I deserve. This is just history repeating itself, you will be smashed in the middle of that ring, and I will hold up MY championship over your broken body. And then, then I would very much like to hear how you still regret things. I still want you to keep searching for that retribution. Please, I’m begging you, keep this same energy my guy, because you will find NOTHING at High Stakes that even looks like retribution. All you will find, is me, ready to beat your ass, and then I will take you apart, piece by piece and then afterward, you can go on a spiritual quest to find this retribution you seek. As long as you are out of my way, I don’t give a shit what you do.
Just, for real, stop this bullshit and be who you really are. Then again, do you even know who you are? Do you even know anything about yourself? No, because anything you think you know about yourself, is up for debate. You’re still searching for answers. So when you sit there and you call me insecure, you’re really just trying to relate yourself to me. You want to see yourself in me. I am not you Alex. I have no reason to be insecure, I cut through this company like a hot knife through butter, and you think I am insecure? What reason do I have to be insecure, Alex? Please, tell me, because I’m struggling for an answer. You have every reason to be insecure because people like me, come along and they show you how much of a failure you are. So no, I’m not you. I never want to be you. I’m better than that. I’m better than you. And at High Stakes, I will prove it again.
High Stakes is where I take back what’s mine. It’s a simple transaction, Alex. Your compliance is not required. You can put up all the fronts you want, you can spew all the bullshit you want about retribution, all of it, is not going to prevent me from getting back in my rightful spot. I earned it already, and I’ve already jumped through every hoop there is to jump through. You’re just the last one. I hope you have been keeping my championship shiny and warm, because that’s all you are good for right now. For you, there is no saving you from what’s going to happen.
I’m going to beat you, Alex. I’m going to destroy you, Alex. And there’s two things you can do it about it. Nothing, and like it.
The championship is coming back where it belongs.
See you in New York, you bitch.
Jack stares intently into the camera as we cut to black.
Click.
Jack was now only days away from his championship match and a chance to share a little bit of history after such a short time in SCW. A chance to be only the third man in SCW history to become the SCW world champion three times. It was no doubt a tough task ahead of him, and he and Alex Jones have traded barbs for the past 3 weeks. Now, with only a short time remaining, the clock ticks down to the epic confrontation where Jack has a chance to regain the championship after his loss to Mark Cross.
Outside the ring, we are concluding Jack’s time away from SCW for a few months, as now we learned that the Mexicans, in retaliation for not trusting Jack after the second shipment was attacked, and his failure to dispose of a person the Mexicans wanted him to, kidnapped Jack’s brother Jason. Now at his wits end, Jack is unsure of what to do, but has contacted Detective Jessica De Le Fuente, a Philadelphia cop with ties to Jack, about exactly what can be done to get Jason back without ruining everything and exposing Jack as having a hand in all that has transpired in the past few months to a year.
Jack must now make the ultimate decision and face the consequences, the question remains what his choice will be, and how will be go out getting his brother back, and whether or not that’s even possible. Jack was prepared to go it alone and search for his brother, but Brian was able to talk him out of that. The time has come for Jack to face down his fears and make the choice between family, and business, and try to avoid any more collateral damage from this explosion of emotion.
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Washington Estate,
Las Vegas, NV.
3 months ago.
Jack held the gun in his hand, even as he spoke to Jessica on the phone.
Jack: Jess... they got my brother. I need you to help me... I need you to help me get him back. That’s my brother man, that’s my FUCKING BROTHER man!
Jess does speak on the other end, but only Jack hears it.
Jack: DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I’m sorry. I’m sorry... I... I’M JUST, A LITTLE FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW!
He even aims the gun at the phone and yells again.
Jack: You need to help me. Help me.
Jess seems to finally be able to get through to him.
Jack: I’ll be right there. I know the place.
Jack ends the call and tears well up in his eyes. He wants nothing more than to destroy something. Brian is right there, hands on Jack’s shoulders, looking him square in the face
Brian: Kid, you need to calm down.
Jack: How can I be calm, Brian? How? YOU FUCKING TELL ME...
Jack has to take a breath, crying.
Jack: How am I supposed to fucking calm man? They got my big brother, in some fucking basement or some shit! He’s not part of this shit, Brian! He was never supposed to be part of this!
Brian: Well, he is now, Stick, and you going on a revenge trip and getting yourself killed isn’t going to get him back. All it’s going to do is get him killed too.
Jack: They aren’t about to do shit, Brian. I will kill them all if I have to.
Brian: Stick, listen to me. JOHN, listen to me.
Jack looked up, surprised that Brian would call him by his given name.
Jack: What?
Brian: You need to get a hold of yourself right now. Stop and think. Your brother is also my nephew, as are you. And I made a promise to your father, my brother, that I was going to take care of this family because he can’t anymore. And you, are NOT about to throw your life away to get your brother back. He means as much to me as he does you! Now, if you are going to meet up with Jessica, then do it. But you need to listen to her. You hear me... Listen to her.
Jack nodded. It wasn’t really ever made clear that he actually did hear or understand Brian, but he nodded. He felt so numb inside that he really didn’t even care, but he made it a point to turn back to Brian.
Jack: Yeah, I’ve... I’ve gotta go.
Brian: Stick, be careful, and listen to Jessica, and let her handle it.
Jack didn’t bother responding as he walked in almost a haze as he left, he got in his car and he drove away, still with his bulletproof vest on under his shirt, and his gun tucked into his pants, his destination unknown.
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Undisclosed Location
Las Vegas, NV
3 months ago.
Jack sat in his car, a scowl etched across his face and still some watery eyes. He sat in a total silence as he waited. It seemed to take an eternity. Minutes felt like hours to Jack as he waited, and finally, some headlights pulled into where he was sitting. After a moment or two, which also felt like forever, Detective De La Fuente got out of her car, checking her surroundings before entering Jack’s car. Jack didn’t even acknowledge her presence at first, continuing to stare straight ahead, almost at nothing.
Jessica: John?
Jack didn’t respond at first. He finally sighed and turned to her, his face pale and his eyes still watering.
Jack: They got my brother, Jess.
Jessica: Who?
Jack: The Mexicans.
Jessica: I’m sorry. I –
Jack simply put his hand up to stop her from saying anything else.
Jack: I don’t need you to feel sorry for me, or to tell me it’s going to be okay. I just need you to help me.
Jessica: Of course, I’ll do what I can. But you need to help me, before I can help you.
Jack: You need to tell me first.
Jessica: Tell you what?
Jack: How bad is this going to be?
Jessica: That depends.
Jack: On?
Jessica: It depends on what you mean. John, I will do everything I can to get your brother back, you know that.
Jack: I just need to know if this is going to ruin things after it’s over.
Jessica: If... all goes well, and we catch them, you’re going to be possibly under investigation for how much of a role you played in this. I know how deep you are in John. It’s not going to be easy to get you off the hook for this. You can’t walk away from this without an issue.
Jack simply ran his hand through his hair, sighing.
Jack: I’m not a snitch, Jess.
Jessica: This really isn’t the time to worry about that, John. Look, if you have information, you just have to give it to me, and I will make sure that I do everything to get him back. I’ll pull in a few favors to make this go as fast as I can.
Jack closed his eyes and leaned forward against the steering wheel. He clenched his fists and his knuckles turned white.
Jack: Green Chevy, 118BRX licence plate. That’s the car they put him in.
Jessica: That’s good, I can run that license plate and we can easily get a match.
Jack: Just do it. Please.
Jessica: Of course, I will.
Jessica looked over at Jack, who never once looked her in the face during this conversation. She put a hand on to touch his shoulder.
Jack: Don’t. I don’t need the sympathy. I just need you to find my brother. Just find him.
Jessica slowly pulled her hand away.
Jessica: I will.
Jessica sighed as she left the car, and soon drove away. Jack stayed in his car, staring straight ahead, and gripping the wheel so hard it creeked and cracked. He let go of the wheel and pulled out his phone, dialing.
Jack: Ms. Ana-Sofia. I’m coming for you.
Jack let those words be the only ones he spoke, and he hung up.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
The Next Day
Jack just sat there, not bothering to really do anything. His cigar just burned sitting on the ashtray, his drink looking like he never took a sip. He just sat there, waiting on the couch for something, ANYTHING to happen. Brian noticed this and sat on the couch beside him.
Brian: You did the right thing.
Jack: I want my brother back. I don’t give a shit about right or wrong anymore, Brian. I just want him back. I need to know he’s okay. And these pieces of shit pay for trying to fuck with me.
Brian: You fucked with them first.
Jack: You said the deal was bad, Brian. I’m getting out of the deal. I don’t have a choice now. They took it this far, not me.
Brian: Yeah, but you aren’t helping yourself.
Jack: What am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do?!
Brian: Get up and go... out. Go get drunk and fuck a hooker or something. You’re going to spend all your time cooped up in here and then what? You’re going to go insane just waiting around here. Seriously.
Jack: I can’t. If I go out, I’m gonna start looking for him, and you told me to be patient. And then I’m gonna start taking people out, and then I’m going to go to jail, and they’re going to FUCKING KILL MY BROTHER!
Brian: You can’t just sit here.
Jack: You told me to trust Jessica, and I’m trusting her.
Brian: Stick, this is not what I meant. I meant for you to not worry about it.
Jack in response burns a hole through Brian, looking at him like he had 3 heads.
Jack: Not. Worry. About it? Are you fucking serious? Are you fucking joking with me right now? How can I not worry? He wasn’t supposed to be in this, and I was doing right by him, Brian! I gave him a job, I got him clean, and now, he’s on some warehouse or some shit because these Mexicans want to FUCK with me!
Brian: And you yelling about it, isn’t going to help anything. There is no use to you wasting your energy sitting on your hands, waiting for any news. You know the old saying? No news is good news.
Jack: No, it means they haven’t found anything!
Jack then pulls out his phone and dials. It’s a long wait, but Jessica finally does pick up on the other end.
Jack: Anything?.
Jessica: John, stop this.
Jack: Please tell me you have something.
Jessica: Not yet.
Jack: Come on Jessica, I’m counting on you!...
Jessica: Calm down. I will handle it. You just don’t need to worry anymore.
Jack: Don’t tell me not to worry! It’s not your family!
Jack ended the call and tossed his phone aside. He simply stood up after that and left the room.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
3 Months Ago
Jack finally found an answer to his issues. He began to drink. And he began to drink heavily. As the days past with no news, and no call from the Mexicans regarding the situation, Jack simply became a drunk. He laid in bed for the time as it passed, drinking and barely doing anything. Jack was a mess, but he no longer cared about that. All this was, was a coping mechanism for everything that was going wrong.
Brian came into the room that was ripe with the smell of alcohol. Jack was laying in bed, passed out and half naked. Brian nudged him and there was no response, then after a harder nudge, Jack came out of his drunken stupor.
Jack: What? What? Who? Oh... Brian..
Brian: Jessica called while you were out.
Jack perked up, hearing Jessica’s name, still coming out of it.
Jack: What? Where? What happened?
Jack tried to stand up, but quickly fell back down, grabbing his head and shielding his eyes from the sunlight.
Brian: They found the car, and they’re going to follow it and find out if it goes back to wherever Jason is being held up.
Jack: Okay... okay..
Jack stood up again, stumbling over and trying to put his clothes on.
Brian: What are you doing.
Jack: I... I gotta go there. To help.
Brian: You’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re drunk.
Jack: Fuck it.
Jack stumbled over to his kitchen and pulled ice cubes out of the ice cube maker and poured it, with water which he filled up a bucket with. He dumped the ice into the water bucket and simply dumped it over his head.
Jack: Ohhhh shit!
The cold water seemed to spring Jack to life, sobering him up as he had to take a second to let the water run down his body and back. He went back into the room, now a lot more focused. He put his clothes on, along with his bullet proof vest.
Jack: I’m sober now. Where are they?
Brian: I don’t know. And you’re not going to go anywhere.
Jack: The fuck you mean? I’m going.
Brian: Jessica’s not going to let you go anywhere near anything with this. You’re not a cop.
Jack: You let me handle it.
Jack again slipped his pistol into his pants and then pulled out his phone and dialed.
Jack: Jessica... Jessica...
Jessica: John?
Jack: where are they?... Tell me! I need to know my brother is okay. Please!...
Jessica: I told you, let me handle this. I’ll call you when we’re done.
Jack: Jessica... Jessica don’t hang up! Fuck.
Jack put his phone down and stopped. He looked around and then went back to the refrigerator and opened it, looking for more booze. When there was none, he turned to Brian.
Brian: You drank 90% of it, Stick.
Jack’s phone then started buzzing. He almost sprinted back over to the phone and picked it up without looking.
Jack: Jessica!
Sonny: Sorry, sweetheart.
Jack: Sonny?
Sonny: Yeah, you know I was beginning to worry about you kid, you ain’t called in a while. Thought you might be dead.
Jack: No. Not yet.
Sonny: You alright, Kid?
Jack: No.
Sonny: What happened? Where you been?
Jack: They took my brother, Sonny. I gotta go get him back.
Sonny: Well... shit kid... I didn’t know.
Jack: Tell you what, once I get him back, once I take care of this... I got something for you, I’m close to figuring out where they hideout. Once I find out. I will tell you this... it’s open season.
Sonny: That’s the spirit kid. Now you’re really getting into this business!
Jack: Not like I want to. But for taking my brother, they have to pay.
Sonny: You see, now you know what it’s like. But if you get me the location of where they are, if you get that, I don’t think we’ll have problems after that.
Jack: Good. Good.
Sonny: Alright kid, I’ll let you get back to your revenge. Just don’t go getting yourself killed doing it. I kinda like you kid.
Jack: I get it now. But, I’ll be in touch, and then, you can reach out and touch them.
Sonny: You got it kid.
Jack ended the call and began to think and pace. He then grabbed his phone and began messing around with it.
Brian: What are you doing?
Jack Finding out where Jessica is.
Brian: What?
Jack: Find my iphone.
Jack punches in Jessica’s number, and it pulls up her GPS.
Jack: Gotcha.
Jack quickly goes to grab his keys. Brian stops him.
Jack: Get out of the way, Brian.
Brian: You cannot go down there. You have no business there!
Jack: Family is my business.
Jack pushed aside Brian and left. He kept his phone open and began to look at the GPS location on the Iphone, which after a few mintues, turned off. And to Jack that only meant one thing, they found where they were, and that was where Jack needed to go. Jack began to drive, using the last location on the app, but he received another phone call, this one from Benny.
Jack: What do you want, Benny?
Benny: Jesus Christ, Kid, I wanted to make you were still alive.
Jack: For now.
Benny: Kid, what the fuck is going on, who were the people that took Jason?
Jack: Mexicans, Benny. I’ll explain all of it, at some point, after I get him back.
Benny: You know where he is?
Jack: Yeah, I’m going to get him back, right now.
Benny: They’re giving him back? What’s going on?
Jack: Oh, they are giving him back alright, one way or another.
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Undisclosed location
3 months ago
The drive seemingly took hours, but really it was minutes. And by the time that Jack got there, there was smoke coming from the mid-sized house, broken glass was all over the place. All the police vehicles there told Jack he had the right place. He parked his car a few hundred yards away, and began to slowly creep up to the house. There were a few scattered gunshots, none of which were close to Jack, but he still reacted. As he moved up, there was silence. A few people began to yell instructions to each other, as Jack backed up, and made it a spot he could see, but not be seen. He watched as several Mexicans were led out in handcuffs, but Ana Sofia was not one of them. He simply watched and then approached after a while. An officer was there to stop him.
Officer: Whoa, woah, back off please, the situation is under control.
Jack: Where’s... where’s my brother? Where’s Jessica?
Officer: Sir, I need you step back.
Jack watched as Jessica was helped out of the house, groaning in anger and a large blood spatter on her shirt. Soon enough an ambulance made it’s way to the scene, and Jessica was given medical attention. Jack tried desperately to get to her.
Jack: Jessica!
Jessica heard Jack’s voice and was actually a little startled that he had found her. He got her attention and waved for the officer to let him by to her. Jack came up to her and was eagerly awaiting the news.
Jack: Shit... you alright?
Jessica: Thank god I had my best on. Hurts like hell.
Jack: Is... Jason...
Jessica: He’s alive. They found him. He was roughed up be he’ll be okay. They’re going to take him to the hospital.
Jack: Fuck.. Fuck.. Okay.. Which one?
Jessica: I don’t know.
Jack: I’ll find out. You gonna be okay?
Jessica: Yes. How did you even find me?
Jack: I tracked your phone.
Jessica: You could have been killed.
Jack: I know... I.. I needed to find him.
Jessica: Go. Just go... he’s fine.
Jack lowered his head and nodded, he looked back up as Jessica, continuing to nod.
Jack: Thank you.
With that, Jack departed, asking where his brother was taken, before fully leaving the area. He gets into his car and he dials a number.
Jack: Sonny.
Sonny: Kid.
Jack: The place isn’t far away, but I don’t think it’s the only one. Maybe you can make something of it. I’ll text it to you.
Sonny: How’s your brother?
Jack: He’s fine, but this isn’t over. Ana Sofia is still out there. They must have moved when they knew I was coming.
Sonny: Where’s your brother now.
Jack: Centennial Hills Hospital.
Sonny: Good place. I’ll have people watch out for him.
Jack: You don’t need to do that.
Sonny: Kid, you’ve helped me more than you know. It’s the least I could do.
Jack: Thanks Sonny.
Jack ends the call, headed to the hospital
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Centennial Hills Hospital
Las Vegas, NV
3 months ago
Jack arrived and checked in, finding Jason’s room and visiting him. Jason is bandaged up and has a few wounds, but he is for the most part okay. Jack walks in and sees Jason and rushes to his side.
Jason: Hey bro.
Jack: Jason.
Jason: I don’t know what happened man. These dudes just grabbed me.
Jack: I know. We figured it out, and it’s been taken care of. The important thing is that you are safe.
Jason: What was the deal.
Jack: I fucked up. It wasn’t meant for you to be a part of it. I’m sorry that that happened. I so damn sorry.
Jason: What? What did you do?
Jack: I needed to make some money, I got into bed with bad people. And when things got rough, they blamed me. And as a result, you were dragged into this. It was never my intention for that to happen. You’re my brother and I love you. I won’t ever do that to you again. I promise.
Jason: Yeah...
Jack and Jason share a soft hug as brothers as the scene finally fades out.
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ON CAMERA:
Click.
Jack is once again shown in his home, shaking his head seemingly in disappointment
Jack: You never cease to disappoint me, Alex. Seriously.
I expected something. something good, something great, but this? What you just did, and things you have said, make me sick to my stomach. I mean, for fuck’s sake man, you can’t even really own up to your own past. Everything you have said, makes me correct. You’re going to sit here and look into a camera like this, and talk about how you regret the things you’ve done and how you really look back at yourself and you feel shame. You don’t like the person you were back then. I’m sorry, back then was a fucking year ago. You’re not sorry about the things you’ve done, you only have the regrets you have now because it didn’t get you what you wanted. Period, point blank. You’re a god damn clown for this shit, Alex. You know what it is? You really wanna know what this is? This is a desperate act, by a desperate man. A man who continues to speak about “retribution” in the same manner that a person who is looking for salvation, and they put their hands together, and they fall on their knees and they pray. Because that, makes it all better, doesn’t it Alex? It is some of the funniest shit to see a man have to turn to some higher power because they fucked up their lives, and then, everything is just dandy.
You know how that happens Alex? Asshats like you, fuck up everything to the point where nobody speaks to them anymore. Nobody trusts them and nobody believes them. So, they turn to some form of spiritual awakening so they can say “I was saved. I repent my sins!” I don’t know about what they do in Dallas, or wherever the hell you call your home state now, but when you fuck up, sorry doesn’t cut it. Finding the holy spirit doesn’t cut it. All of this shit is as phony as the tv televangelist on at 3 o’clock in the morning trying to get you to buy prayer beads to get saved. But you know, first you gotta give me $500 dollars. “Retribution” is just your fancy buzzword for “I am in serious trouble of getting my ass kicked again, please believe I have changed!” All this shit is, is a ruse, until you win another championship, and then just like that, magically you will be right back to stabbing people in the back, stepping on those lower than you, and calling yourself a god again. I swear, I had to pull up the Michael Jordan “Stop it, get some help” meme for this shit.
I called this from the very start, that every single on the people in Wolfslair are hypocrites. They love this “I’ll call you out for being a bad person, but you can’t call me out.” I said this shit a year ago, when you were riding high. My opinion has not changed, I haven’t said anything that is a false statement. You are all trash people who continue to exist despite everyone being better off when you aren’t. You’re going to go with this “I own my mistakes” bullshit now? Where was this when you were champion last year Alex? Where was the repent? Where was the seeking of retribution? Did that not apply then? You’re only doing it now, because you have nothing else left to throw at me. You have absolutely nothing besides a hope and a prayer that I screw this up somehow. You’re sitting there, praying that I can make my flight to New York City, or then I get into a car accident on the way to the building. You have ZERO to offer against me Alex. Nothing. So, you’re looking internally like “I’ve changed my ways now, I’m a new person!” Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit, Alex. I’m not buying it. All this retribution bullshit is just that, and it’s all to get you through this match. You were hoping that I couldn’t sit here and run you into the ground any further than I already did. A year ago, I obliterated you, I made fun of your stupid nicknames, I made fun your family, I did exactly what I said was going to do. And you were hoping then, that you never crossed my path again. But you were also thinking deep down in your soul, that if we met up again, things would be different. And so, you chose the bullshit you’re spewing now, because I’ve already gone over your past. You were shit then, and you’re shit now, Alex.
I was going to have to talk about some other things, find out some different info on you, but you know what the funny thing is? For as long as you have been in wrestling, you’re still a piece of dried bread. You’re stale, you’re nothing. I had to ask last year who the fuck Alex Jones is, and a year later, all that has been revealed is that you’re a liar and a fraud. And to be fair, I already knew that shit from the jump, my guy. Nothing about you has changed, because there’s nothing there to begin with. You are a paper tiger and a pretender. You are seeking “Retribution” to salvage your career and try and turn it around and make people like you again. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when somebody stabs me in the back, they can’t take it back with a “sorry.” I can’t deal with that kind of a person, why anybody still deals with you is something of a mystery Alex.
Jack sighs heavily, and then points a finger at the camera as he continues.
Jack: You see, I would rather you just be consistent, and tell me you’re a god again. Just tell me that you are the best thing since sliced bread and I would, actually respect that. I would. I would rather you be a dick bag the entire time, then smile in my face just to stab me in the back. You are demonstrating how shitty of a person you really are. Nobody likes fake people, Alex. Me? I’m an asshole. I’ve said it plenty of times. I embrace being an asshole. But you know what people can say about me? At least, they know where they stand. All of the other wrestlers in SCW? I don’t like any of them. I will trash them, just as easily as I will trash you. But at least, you know where you all stand. With you Alex? People can be all over the place, depending on how you feel that day. It’s really, really fucking sad that you are that type of a human being. It is why you are seeking “Retribution” right? To take back the shitty things you’ve done. Now, you’re really sorry about lying to Austin Mercer’s face. And backstabbing Griffin Hawkins to get what you wanted.
BULL. SHIT.
You’re are sorry about it now, because you think it will help you keep your championship. I mean, I almost wish I had the ability to turn it off and on again like you do. Because I feel like I’ve heard this type speech before from you. I feel like this is exactly the type of shit you’d try and pull, like it’s a fucking magic trick. You’re not going to pull the wool over my eyes Alex. I see through bullshit. I can smell it a mile away, and you are full of shit, and you have been for an entire year. Twice now, you have been plucked from obscurity and your fucking hidey hole and won the SCW World Championship. And the first time, that was really how you wanted it to go. “I’m the man, I’m the shit” that was you. That’s what you thought was cool. Just like when you put that stupid ass blonde streak in your hair, like you were trying to recapture your youth or some shit.
This, the shit you’re doing now, is you trying to facilitate like you’ve changed. You know deep down you have not, so why are you even doing this pretense? Why are you bothering to act like you’ve grown and matured. I mean, seriously, grown and matured? Aren’t you kicking 40’s door down at this point in your life? Most normal people grow and mature when they get to the age of 25, what the fuck is this extra 15 years that you’re trying to pull of now, Alex? What the fuck is this? You really think anybody is buying this? I’m certainly not. And nobody else should either. You’re sitting here, trying to save face, because your whole career, you’ve been a piece of shit human being. Now you’re sitting here trying to act like you’ve made this change, and really, I’m just the worst person in the world because I go after everyone equally. You trying to act like I’m after some kind of retribution is a bunch of horseshit that you’re really trying to pass off as this faux wisdom, and to be real honest with you, chief, it’s not gonna work.
Jack chuckles to himself as he continues.
Jack: I don’t have to seek retribution in any way shape or form. I can tell you with a smile on my face, I’ve done and said some shitty things, I’ve never said I was a saint, so I don’t try and act like one. I told everybody from day 1 that I was out for me. I was out to get what I want, and I don’t care who I have to step on, or offend, to get there. You know damn well you didn’t do that, and you know damn well this is just an act. Until you lose that championship, this will be what you’re selling. A “make good.” No motherfucker, if you really were about this, you would have been about it last year. You would have been doing this your whole career, instead you’ve done the opposite, and then tried to “clean yourself up” multiple times. Only to go right back to how you were last year. You change your attitude like your fucking tighty-whiteys when the situation suits you. All you are, is a salesman, and piss poor one at that.
I am happy with the person I am, Alex, you are not. You and are not the same. Let’s just cut that shit out right now. I’ve done this, on my own, I’ve built myself up, by myself, I didn’t need anybody, and I don’t need anybody around me to do it. You have to surround yourself with these other fucking terrible people to justify yourself. I don’t have to justify myself to anybody. If you want the truth, you know where you can get it. You may not like it, but it’s going to be how I do it. I’ve said plenty of times before I’m not out here, wearing a white hat. I cheat, I am not a nice person, I will gladly take any victory I can, any way I can, and I will not lose sleep over how it gets done. In my eyes, I should have been the world champion sooner in this company, because I rose to the top of it, faster than anybody, ever. I have backed up every single thing I’ve ever said, Alex. You can call it cocky, or arrogant, but if you utter from your lips that I’m not as good as I think I am, what the hell does that make you when I beat YOU to win my first world title? Who in the hell are you, my guy? You are not anywhere close to my league, and you never were, even in your prime in 1938, you would not have beaten me last year. You’re so wrapped up in your fantasy world, you have lost sight of the reality of who I am. I came here, and said what I was going to do, and I did it. Did you Alex? No, you didn’t. You had to keep banging your drum like “I’ve done this and I’ve done this, you should respect me!”
Nobody has any respect for you, because you don’t even have respect for yourself. And that’s a fact.
Jack rubs at his eyes with his fingers, feigning pain.
Jack: You’re pitiful Alex, So I’m going to do the world a favor in Madison Square Garden, and beat your ass again, in the ring. And I will take the SCW world championship from you, and then, you can fuck off with your retribution bullshit. I just wonder how you live with yourself, and how you sleep at night, knowing how fake you are. This isn’t even a good story to try and tell Alex, and you know that, deep down, you know that and you’re only kidding yourself. If this is the best you can come up with in order to actually beat me, you are in for a worse beating than you got last time. I made no bones about being the face of this franchise, and that’s the truth. You are being FED to me, as I beat you, and I take what I deserve. This is just history repeating itself, you will be smashed in the middle of that ring, and I will hold up MY championship over your broken body. And then, then I would very much like to hear how you still regret things. I still want you to keep searching for that retribution. Please, I’m begging you, keep this same energy my guy, because you will find NOTHING at High Stakes that even looks like retribution. All you will find, is me, ready to beat your ass, and then I will take you apart, piece by piece and then afterward, you can go on a spiritual quest to find this retribution you seek. As long as you are out of my way, I don’t give a shit what you do.
Just, for real, stop this bullshit and be who you really are. Then again, do you even know who you are? Do you even know anything about yourself? No, because anything you think you know about yourself, is up for debate. You’re still searching for answers. So when you sit there and you call me insecure, you’re really just trying to relate yourself to me. You want to see yourself in me. I am not you Alex. I have no reason to be insecure, I cut through this company like a hot knife through butter, and you think I am insecure? What reason do I have to be insecure, Alex? Please, tell me, because I’m struggling for an answer. You have every reason to be insecure because people like me, come along and they show you how much of a failure you are. So no, I’m not you. I never want to be you. I’m better than that. I’m better than you. And at High Stakes, I will prove it again.
High Stakes is where I take back what’s mine. It’s a simple transaction, Alex. Your compliance is not required. You can put up all the fronts you want, you can spew all the bullshit you want about retribution, all of it, is not going to prevent me from getting back in my rightful spot. I earned it already, and I’ve already jumped through every hoop there is to jump through. You’re just the last one. I hope you have been keeping my championship shiny and warm, because that’s all you are good for right now. For you, there is no saving you from what’s going to happen.
I’m going to beat you, Alex. I’m going to destroy you, Alex. And there’s two things you can do it about it. Nothing, and like it.
The championship is coming back where it belongs.
See you in New York, you bitch.
Jack stares intently into the camera as we cut to black.
Click.
TAKING. BACK. WHAT'S. MINE.