Prologue:
Jack was now readying himself for his championship defense. If anything after the first round of interviews and media, Jack had even more confidence. Not only was he victorious on Climax Control, scoring the winning pinfall, but his brazen antics and words appeared to make his opponent cautious about speaking out about winning. Jack knew he now had to be like a shark and attack to finish the job. While he was of course taking the match seriously, in his eyes, his opponent, Austin Mercer, was not. He appeared timid to Jack, and Jack figured him to be weak. Maybe this was a foolish way to think, but Jack was confident in his abilities. After all, it hadn’t taken him long to reach this point in SCW, so he figured that Austin, while a former champion, and how he knew the ropes, was acting in such a manner that it was good for Jack. He figured that Austin was either intimidated, or planning something else. Maybe it was this week that Jack would catch hell, and he was planning for that. Jack was not about to be caught off guard taking an opponent lightly. Jack was smart enough and street-wise enough that he knew better than to trust anyone to be who they really were. In all of Sin City Wrestling, Jack felt as if he was one of the only real people. People had fake names, fake personalities. In all honestly, it seems like the last place Jack would be comfortable. And he certainly was not. He would take no one lightly, but if they did him, he would take it as a sign of disrespect. He knew he needed to do more, so he planned on making this a big deal. Jack would make it a point to hammer the nail home, much like he had done previously. Jack was taking no chances.
Outside the ring, Jack had finally spoiled himself and purchased a home. Finally, a place to call home, bought with his first SCW World champion’s paycheck, and obviously what he had saved. The major purchase made Jack feel accomplished. This was something he earned. The days of living off of what he felt was “dirty” money were now coming to an end. He no longer needed to use anyone else’s money to get what he wanted. This was his money, he earned it, and that made him feel even better. The house was big, and luxurious, and Jack was thrilled to have it.
Of course, Jack knew that now being a public figure and working with the people he was working with, he was still a target, and now he no longer had the safety of the hotel, now, he was on his own, and it was going to be harder to stay low-key and he was now extremely vulnerable. But Jack had a gate, locks and the actual convenience of the COVID-19 pandemic that discouraged people from heading outdoor for long periods of time. Was he still being watched? Probably, but he knew that it would be extremely difficult for people to get to him. They would have to know where he lived, and he really didn’t make this public. He tweeted some photos, but in a clever move, it was not the actual house he purchased. So, he still knew enough to try and throw people off the trail.
Also, Jack has given a lot of control to Benny towards the Casino. Benny and Jack made a joint statement with Jack citing his duties as SCW champion as the main reason he could not assume full control. That, and his lack of experience. Jack also has Larry, his lawyer, sneak language in the contract, the details of which are not fully understood, but they do allow Jack some kind of escape plan should there be some kind of snafu for the Casino itself. The press conference went well, but there were eyes that watched that may or may not be very happy with Jack regarding this decision. Now Jack perhaps faces the wrath of the Mexicans and Ana Sofia as perhaps their working relationship may turn sour very quickly with Benny involved in the process. --
The Grand Flamingo Plaza
Las Vegas, NV Jack and Benny walked through the casino grounds, giving Benny his first real tour of the facility and trying to get his input. Jack tried to not look concerned or nervous, or seem like he was rushing Benny, but he knew the Mexicans would be coming soon enough. He may have given himself a two-hour window, but when you need it, time always seems to slip away. Benny was taking his sweet time as far as Jack was concerned. This couldn’t have gone any slower for Jack.
Jack: What do you think? Benny didn’t answer at first, looking at the lights and designs along the walls where they would be lit up when the power was fully on. But there was no need to waste electricity while they weren’t open. Benny continued to look and study the room and then the back walls and open areas.
Benny: I think we might need to move some stuff around. Jack nodded, but so much wanted to roll his eyes.
Jack: We can do that. Benny: Good. I just wanna give it a little touch up, you know? Jack: I hear you. This is totally on you; you can decide what you want here. Benny nodded. A satisfied smile crossed his face.
Benny: It is, isn’t it? That’s a pretty good feeling. Jack: I’ll bet. Benny: Well, we’ll still need a counting room and that’s gotta be the most secure place in this entire casino. We can’t have anybody trying to steal from us. And uh, what about security? Jack: What about it? Benny: I’m talking cameras, and security team. This has to be done. If you don’t have people watching in here, they will steal whatever they can. They’ll signal to each other. You can’t let anyone beat the house, kid. They will take you for all they’re worth. Jack: Noted. Benny: Just trying to make sure you get this, kid. If we’re going to make money, we need to keep our money safe. Jack: I gotcha. I gotcha. Benny and Jack continued to tour the building, the slow and deliberate pace making Jack check his phone frequently, and this eventually would catch Benny’s attention.
Benny: Gotta be somewhere? Jack: No. Expecting a phone call is all. Benny: Oh yeah? What for? Jack: Closing on my house, and the updates to it. Sometimes this guy texts me instead of calling. So, just checking. Benny: I see. Jack checked his phone less frequently to avoid any further suspicion from Benny. Benny went around with his vision of what the casino should look like. Food service area, the kitchen, and the bar. Everything that Benny wanted was doable and made sense, Jack was just hopeful the laundry list of things didn’t end up causing too much of a hiccup. Jack just followed along, listening, but obviously wanting this to speed up.
Finally, he and Benny returned to the main office. Brian was already in the office looking over some files and of course having himself a shot.
Brian: Enjoy the tour? Benny: ‘Course. Brian: I think that’s 25 cents. Benny: Funny guy, this guy. Benny walked to the window behind the desk, and looked out it and smiled.
Benny: Looks good from up here, kid. Jack: It is one hell of a view. Benny’s smile stopped as he turned and faced Jack, pointing downward.
Benny: What’s below? Jack: Well, right now, just my workout stuff, but I’m gonna have that moved out since I have a place of my own. No need to leave it cramped. Benny smirked thinking about it.
Benny: Good, good, we might need some extra space around here so it’ll be good to have. Jack: Yeah, whatever you need Benny. Benny: Alright kid. I’ll get to work getting my boys to fill in some of these roles. Jack: That’s what we need. Benny: Now, keep my chair warm, I’ll be back. I got some work to do. Jack: You got it Benny. Benny walked up to Jack, extending his hand this time. Jack nodded and he accepted this handshake.
Benny: Gonna be a pleasure doing business with ya. Jack: I look forward to it. Benny then departed and Jack watched as he left out of the window. His eyes never leaving Benny until Benny was in his car and driving away. It was then and only then that Jack let out of sigh of relief. Jack leaned against the office desk and let out an exhale.
Jack: I thought he’d never leave. Brian: You good, Stick? Jack: I don’t know. Brian: What are you getting at? Jack: The Mexicans know about Benny now working here, and basically being in charge. Brian: Well... shit. Jack: Yeah... shit is right. I don’t think they’re going to take too kindly to Benny being in charge. Brian shrugs, nodding along with it.
Brian: Probably not. So uh, what ‘cha gonna do, Stick? Jack: I’m gonna have to talk to them. I was just waiting for Benny to finally get out of here. I think I can make the whole thing work; I just have to make sure they don’t ever find each other at the same place at the same time. Brian: Yeah, you’d be kinda fucked if that happened. Jack: Fucked isn’t the word for it. God damn this is bad. Brian: I’ll say. Jack finally turned to Brian, who threw back at shot as Jack stared at him. He looked super annoyed at Brian, who threw his hands up with a shrug, sizing up Jack with a stare back.
Brian: What? What are you looking at me like that for? Jack: Are you just going to stand there and give me nothing? Brian: And what exactly would you have me do, Stick? I ain’t the one who set this deal up. Jack: I know, I know but, This is supposed to be your...thing isn’t it? You deal in making these types of stressful situations less stressful. That’s what you do. And when I actually need you to do something that falls right into your skill set, you give me nothing? The fuck are you doing around here then? What am I paying you for? Brian took a shot of his whiskey and sucked his teeth, not responding right away. He casually walked towards the desk and looked at Jack and shook his head.
Brian: Because ain’t nothing I could tell you, Stick. You gotta do this for yourself. I told you that I would help you, but what do you want me to say? What advice could I give you right now? I could tell you to at least try and square things away. I could tell you that the Mexicans will probably kill you if they are truly upset. The fact that they want to talk to you, and they’re going to come here, that is at least something that tells me that they may not want you dead right away. That’s about the best I can do. I can't clean up all your messes. There is a period where neither man says anything. They both stare at each other for a while. Jack rubs his face and then points at the bottle of Jack Daniels and the second shot glass.
Jack: Then pour one for me. I’m going to need it. Brian nods and goes over to the bottle and pours a second shot. He hands it to Jack who begins to drink it, and then sits down at his desk, he opens the drawer underneath it. Inside, is a pistol above a stack of papers. Jack nods to himself and looks up at Brian.
Jack: Well, here goes nothing. I guess that’s good enough isn’t it?. Brian: It’s something. How much good it’s going to do, is another story. Jack: Now, we wait. Brian: Yup. Jack reaches up and dials the office phone and soon enough Bobby answers it.
Bobby: What’s up? Jack: The Mexicans are coming. Do you have anything to defend yourself? Bobby: Yeah, why? Jack pauses, looking up at Brian and then sighs.
Jack: Be ready for a war if this gets ugly. It could go south, fast. There is another period of silence before Bobby answers.
Bobby: You got it. Jack hangs up the phone and begins to watch the clock in his office.
15 minutes.
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The Grand Flamingo Plaza
Las Vegas, NV.
Jack and Brian continue to watch the clock until the Mexicans do eventually pull up. There are three cars. Two men each get out of two of the cars, before they open the door for Ana Sofia and Ernesto to exit. The four armed men then escort Ana Sofia and Ernesto towards the door. Brian and Jack watch from the window.
Brian: Well, it ain’t all of them. Jack: I guess that’s good news. Soon enough, Bobby helps the escort to the room. The four armed men open the doors and hold them open. Their weapons tucked into their shirts, but Jack and Brian already knew they were armed. Ana Sofia and Ernesto enter the room and Jack is there to greet them.
Jack: Ms. Ana Sofia. Ana Sofia says nothing as Jack has them both sit down. Jack cautiously takes a seat behind the desk and eases forward, sitting upright to face them.
Jack: Ms. Ana Sofia, I just want to tell you now that - Ana Sofia: Mr. Jack, do you think we are fools? Jack: No. Ana Sofia: Then why do you treat us this way? Jack: Ms. Ana Sofia, this was not meant as a sign of disrespect. Ana Sofia: We do not care to work for Mr. Benny, and Mr. Sonny is an enemy. He means to drive us out of this place so we cannot do business. And now you bring Mr. Benny in to run your business? We agreed to do business with you, Mr. Jack. Jack: I understand that. If you will allow me to explain this, we can still easily do business. I did not mean to throw away our business in any way. I meant to expand. Ana Sofia: Is that so? Jack: You see, Benny is in charge of the casino’s.... casino part of the business. He will not play any part in our deal. I needed him to assist with getting the casino off the ground. We cannot do business the way we want to, if I’m not around to run the Casino and you are dealing with Benny. I understand that perfectly. That is not what’s going to happen. Ana Sofia: Is this correct? We do business with you? Jack: Of course. I am the champion of this wrestling company, so I cannot be around all the time. Obligations and all. As I explained. I need to be away. But I made the deal with you for a reason. Because I value what you bring to the table, and how we can both benefit from it. I understand fully that Benny will be a problem if he attempts to get involved. He will either try to get money from you, or he will mess up the whole operation. I completely get it. That’s why he’s not going to be around this at all. Ana Sofia: You speak so surely. Why should we trust you after this? Jack: I asked you for your patience Ms. Ana Sofia, let me get everything in place, and then we can make all the deals we can. We will work together and make the money from it. But as I said, I need this place to not be a hotspot for trouble. Ana Sofia: I see. Jack: I don’t want this to be a bad deal. I don’t want anything to get in the way of us doing business. But I needed Benny to help me with this, due to my obligations, and the fact that I am new to running a casino. Benny has more experience. But that’s where he is going to be. Nowhere near you. All of our business, is between your people, and me. You and me. That’s what we agreed on, and that’s what I intend to hold on to. I will not break my promise to you. I just needed to do some moving of things around due to what I’m dealing with. But I can assure you that what is between us, stays between us. Ana Sofia: And you will not allow Mr. Benny to be involved. Jack: He only stands to get in the way. I don’t want this to go south, and I know that you don’t either. I understand your power and your influence. But we have to work together, not be enemies. We stand to gain nothing by being enemies. I lose a lot from this not working, as do you. I told you, you will have the space needed to work the way you wanted to work. That is what I offered, and that’s what I’m giving. In return, we share in the profits and everyone wins. Ana Sofia looks at Jack for a long time, and then to Ernesto, and they speak Spanish to each other for a moment. Jack obviously having no idea what they are saying. Finally, Ana Sofia turns back to Jack.
Ana Sofia: Mr. Jack, you have a way with words. I came here ready to give you the war you seems to desire, but I hear you and I want to trust you. But you understand Mr. Benny is a problem for us. After this that has happened, we feel that we cannot fully trust you. Jack: That’s understandable Ms. Ana Sofia. If you wish to make this an issue, then I cannot stop you from making this an issue. But you must know that the problem you’re seeking to make, will only bring those that wish to stop you closer to you. That’s not going to help you in any way. I will be loyal to you. I understand what you are trying to do, and I have helped you before. I took care of an issue that you had and that car isn’t around anymore. What would I have to gain by betraying you? Only your wrath, and nobody wants a war. Especially me. I don’t have people to fight you, and I don’t want to fight. It only brings unwanted attention, regardless of what happens. Together, we can make this work. Ana Sofia: And what of Mr. Benny? Jack: Benny is someone I need. But he is not essential to what we have going on. He will play no part in that. You have my number; you can contact me at any time you need me. I just need to have Benny help me to get the Casino going. All I ask, is that you trust me on this. That’s all, nothing more. If I have to, I will prove my loyalty to you again. I am willing to do that. All for your trust. Again, there is a long pause. There is a lot of tension in the room as the armed men fidget around with their guns. Jack has the drawer half opened as he eyes the rest of the room as well. Brian leans against the window; he also has a pistol to defend himself. Bobby, unbeknownst to anyone, is right outside the door, pistol in hand. Finally, Ana Sofia nods.
Ana Sofia: Very well, Mr. Jack. But this was not a smart move as far as we believe. Do not make such moves if you wish to continue to have our business. Jack: I understand. Can I get you anything? Do you have any more questions? Please, feel free to ask. Ana Sofia: No, no questions. Watch your business Mr. Jack. We will speak again. Vamanos! Ana Sofia snaps her fingers and she and Ernesto stand up. Jack extends his hand, and Ana Sofia shakes it, but it is a wary handshake to say the least. The four armed men lead Ana Sofia and Ernesto out the door of the office, and they soon depart. Jack stares blankly at seemingly nothing for a few moments, before Brian offers him another drink.
Brian: Nice work kid. Jack says nothing right away, and downs the shot. After what seems like the entire past few minutes to Jack, he breathes. Leaning his head forward and then back.
Jack: Fuck. Brian: It’s a bullet dodged. Jack: I hope so. Brian: It’s what happens when you leave yourself exposed like that. Jack: Yeah, no shit. Jack stands up, obviously frazzled by the meeting.
Jack: I gotta go. I gotta get this shit out of my head. I got a match I need to get ready for. Brian: Right on. I think you did well. Now, I think a wrestling match is something you got a little more control over. Jack stands up and begins walking out the door.
Brian: Go get ‘em kid. Jack departs and we fade.
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On Camera:
ClickWe are with Jack, sitting at his new home, feet kicked up in his new recliner, though for some reason he has a party hat on. Jack blows on the party streamer in his mouth once, though it is sad, and deflated. All around the house are “congratulations” banners and strings of all colors. His eyes meet the camera, and he quickly takes the party hat off and throws the streamer away, as if trying to hide it. He shakes his head and shrugs.
Jack: You know, I had everything all ready for this moment. I was so ready. I was ready to celebrate a momentous occasion. I was going to get some party hats, set up a nice little table with a cake on it and all that. I was fucking ready, to commemorate a historic event. We were ready to celebrate a great day. It would have been the day the Austin James Mercer finally grew a nut sack. I was ready man, and now, that shit is all but a memory. I was hoping that word would reach you Austin, I was hoping that you would finally be able to celebrate that great day, but alas, it looks like the celebration was a bit premature. Jack stands up and and begins to take down the decorations as he continues.
Jack: I mean, come on my guy. Have you not been listening to me? Have you not been hearing what I’m saying? I have spent weeks at this point, trying desperate to get you to do something. I practically begged you to give me something that I can really sink my teeth into. To do something or say something that makes me believe that you are going to give me that challenge of a true championship level wrestler at High Stakes. Would you, Austin James Mercer, actually man the fuck up and tell me that you were going to kick my ass and take my world title? Would you finally step up and really give me any sort of cause for concern? I had high hopes for you my dude, I really did. And you fucking blew it. Again.
That was the one of the most embarrassing displays I’ve ever been around. I cannot believe that you are currently the number one contender, when you clearly are out of your league. I laid everything out for you, all nice and neat. I sent you to the plate with corked bat and I lobbed up a softball to you, right down the middle of the plate. I gave you every possible chance and you still fucking failed. How much more of a chance do you need, dude? How much more can I do for you, before you actually get off your ass and fucking try? At least TRY to sound like you have a snowballs chance in hell. We’re trying to keep up appearances here. This is supposed to be the big moment where you give me that speech about being pissed off and how you’re not going to take it anymore, and you’ve had enough of my shit talking and flapping my gums and you’re going to take this championship from me and restore the honor of Wolfslair. I’m not sure if there’s any hope for you at this point dude. You can’t even get the easy shit done right. I have to wonder how you ever won a world championship in the fucking first place. Like, how? I’ve heard eulogies that were more exciting than you. As a partner of mine once said, “Can you do something, or do you just LOOK LIKE you can do something?” I am actually curious at this point because you have just failed time and time again at this.
I’m fucking trying here, bro, and you are just refusing to work with me here. Give these people something, ANYTHING to prove you have a fucking pulse. I’ve done everything I can think of to rile you up, and I’m getting nothing. I slapped you in front of the whole world, and you just fucking shrug it off and give me lame ass shit. What the fuck are you trying to do to me, Austin? As you trying to be the human equivalent of Ambien? Are you trying to give me nothing so that you can swoop in this time and finally show everyone that you are alive? I’m sorry, but it’s going to be too little, too late. You’ve had 3 plus weeks to show people that you are a worthy challenger, and you have done zero at this point in time to show that you are anything more than a name and a face that I will run over at High Stakes. You have failed to live up to any hype. I don’t even know how much more I can give you at this point. Come on, I’ve given you tweets, I’ve given you pictures, I’ve given you a loss and all you have to say to me is “I look forward to the challenge?” Give me a break, Austin. You really are a pathetic piece of trash and I will thoroughly enjoy finally beating you, retaining this championship, and putting you at the back of the line along with Alex Jones and hopefully, someone else finally comes along that isn’t wasting everyone’s time with an acutal attempt at a challenge. Because you have failed miserably at every turn. Having finished taking down the decorations, Jack tosses them aside.
Jack: Look, I get it Austin, I am pretty god damned awesome at this shit, and you realize you have no shot at even coming close to beating me, but you know, this IS a supercard, the biggest show in SCW’s calender year, and you promptly put out a turd that no one can take seriously. How are you, a giant of man, this much of a pussy? Like how? How have you not turned up to being an actual threat? How have you not given your Wolfslair people at least a TINY bit of hope that you’re going to redeem yourself? Because the way I see it, your little group is looking like it could go home with nothing. I mean, you sure as shit are you going to lose. Alicia could lose, Joanna could lose, and Alex is going to get crushed because he sucks. But you have put in the least amount of effort you could, my dude. You can’t even give the illusion of winning, can you? You can’t even muster a tiny bit of effort, instead falling back on what you can actually talk about. “I’m ready for this match and I’m going to give it my all.” Are you serious? Did you read that off a teleprompter? I halfway expected your promo to be overdubbed by Microsoft SAM. I mean, nobody would miss ANY context. It’s the same thing, perhaps even more dry than SAM could ever be.
This is the best you could do, isn’t it, Austin? This is all you could come up with because well, I did what I said I was going to do. You have nothing to tell because that whole unpinned streak is gone. You have nothing because nobody gives a shit about how much you can bench press or how much you work out, or how much you want to be champion. You have failed to make anyone believe that YOU are anything other than a dude who is big, who at one point, fluked his way to a championship reign when the pickings were obviously slim, and then a dude who talks to a cactus beat you, and took the two titles you won, away from you. And now, you are left with nothing but the most cookie cutter bullshit that has ever been spit out in front of a camera. You are utterly pathetic and it shows. Everything I’ve said about you is true. You have been given ample opportunity to prove me wrong and you haven’t. I’m a simple dude, Austin. I like to keep things pretty straight forward, pretty cut and dry, and I don’t like to deceive people. Unlike you. I have been as honest as possible with you, and you think that trying to play the goody-two-shoes is going to give you any sort of credibility. Sadly, for you, it doesn’t. It makes you look weak and pathetic. I love the story you’re trying to weave though. You wanna be a boy scout and do the right thing and gosh golly gee wilikers this is going to be a fun fight. Like, for fucks sake dude, will you grow up and nut up, please? I’m just so sick to my stomach of that crap. It makes me wanna vomit. We are not in the fucking 1950’s anymore, okay Beaver? Get with the times.
All it has done, is made me that much more eager to finally kill any hopes and dreams you have to be the SCW heavyweight champion. I don’t want to ever let someone like you ever hold a championship like this ever again. Because all you will do is drag it down. All you will do is ruin it. It’s a joke. A sad, pathetic joke that you are even here, and you will stand across from me at High Stakes. Someone must hate me to subject me to this. But you know what? It’s not going to matter in the long run. I will take you apart, and at the end, your dream will turn into a nightmare, as I put you down, and then that’s it for Wolfslair. No more, we’re done here. You, much like your master, can disappear with your tail between your legs and never bother the rest of us ever again. I’m done humoring you, Austin. Finally, after Sunday, I will give the world exactly what it craves, Wolfslair, done and dusted. And then we can get to the serious matters when it comes to this championship. We are through with this nonsense, and it’s all your fault. Jack gives a deep sigh, and sits back down in his recliner.
Jack: You know, all this, right here and now, is an exercise in futility on both of us right now. It’s quite obvious I’m not going to ever get through to you, no matter what I do, and you will never be anything more than a piece of white bread. This is all you will ever be. And I simply just can’t change that. I tried to give you all the breadcrumbs and hints I could, but you just refuse to take the bait and actually fucking try. So you know what? I’m over it now, I don’t care anymore, I’m just going to run your ass over at High Stakes and move on. I told your master that I am the face of this franchise and that is a fact. I have risen to the top, and I bypassed losers like you to get there. You stood on the sidelines waiting for an opportunity and I took it. And now, you have been replaced. Your services are no longer required, you piece of trash. You can sit there on the bench, because let’s just understand that you are along for the ride. The team is on MY back, not yours. The team tried with you at the helm and that experiment if now over. We have a new leader, so you can fall in line, justl ike your master did. We’ll be just fine without you out here boring everyone with your waffling and acting like a complete chode every time you appear. So, it’s over. If I had the power, I would cut you from the team, I would cut all of Wolfslair from the team. Because they bring nothing to the table. If this were an office or some other place, you would have been let go a long time ago. You would have had that exit interview where they call you in the office, and tell you that “things aren’t working out” and maybe they you need a “change of scenery”.
This is that time, Austin. This is your future. This match is the end of any and all hopes you will ever have at a championship match as long as I am the champion. This is the end of you as a credible main event talent. Because outside of being tall, you have no talent, and that’s not even really a talent, that was something that you were born with. But charisma, charm, wit, savvy, any of that? You are fucking shit out of luck, hoss. You have nothing. So, this? This is the farewell that you’re going to get, but you clearly don’t deserve.
So, at High Stakes, I will finish, what I started two weeks ago. I will completely run you over, Austin. I will slap you around like the bitch you are and then you can crawl back into your hole, and hopefully, take another six months off or whatever, before you even think about trying me again. I will take you apart, and you will serve as an example that my championship win over your master, was not a fluke. It was not a lucky night. It was the dawning of a new era, in Sin City Wrestling. The Era that I will DOMINATE. And you, and everyone else who dares to get in my way, will be handled and put right back down. Because that’s what I’m about. I will completely destroy you and anyone else who gets in my way. I have the money, I have the respect, and soon enough, I will have all the power. Yes, I am the franchise savior that you only wish you could be. I will do the things you were SUPPOSED to do but failed at. At High Stakes, I will show you just how out of your league you really are, Austin. This won’t be close, at all. You are going to get your ass whooped and that’s all there is to it. You will learn the most valuable of lessons. Jack stands back up, putting the SCW championship over his shoulder.
Jack: I am the diamond of this company. I am the single best thing to grace an SCW ring in its near decade of existence. There is no one who can touch me in the ring, on the microphone, in a battle of wits, or any sort of contest. No one, not one of the men in this company can stand against me in any way shape or form. Especially not you, and especially not in this match. I am too good to lose to a man who cannot hold my jock. This is MY championship, you piece vanilla piece of trash. I will not let it be soiled by someone like you. I am going to enjoy the beating I give you, and enjoy watching you walk away with your head hung in shame, as you report back to Alex that you ALSO failed. Jack gives a sly smirk.
Jack: So Austin, just to leave you with this. I am going to be the shark, the ring is going to be the ocean, and you, Austin James Mercer, are going to be the blood-soaked chum pouring into the water, that kicks off the feeding frenzy. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out and you will never EVER be the same again. Do you get it Austin? It’s over. It’s all over and you will just be another speed bump on my path of continued greatness.
I asked you a question last time Austin, I asked who you were. And now, I have my answer.
You, are going to be, my bitch.
I am Jack Washington, I am the SCW World Heavyweight champion. And I will be the champion, for a long, long time. I hope that you were used to getting your ass whooped by me, because it’s about to happen again.
See you Sunday, you bitch. With that, Jack eases back in his recliner and we fade on that image.
Click. The Champ. Has. Spoken.