Prologue:
Jack was successful in retaining his SCW world championship at Blaze of Glory, although with a bit of controversy. He did defeat O’Malley to continue his reign, but O’Malley did get Jack to tap out, but fortunately for Jack, the referee did not see it. But now Jack could focus on other things after the win. The next contender would be Mark Cross, who won his second Blast From the Past tournament in a row, and would be challenging for Jack’s world title soon. Jack was already hard at work preparing for the match, as he had only briefly encountered Mark in the Blast from the past the previous year. But Jack was now even more focused and ready than in his first championship reign, seeing how quickly it could be taken away if the champion was not prepared. That was a mistake he would never make again. But he had to be prepared this week for up-and-coming young wrestler Lincoln Daniels. Jack was still serious about that match, so he knew what had to do.
Outside the ring, Jack had finally gotten Jason to the VA hospital to help him with his issues. The two brothers seem to have re-connected and bonded. With that out of the way, Jack now was more focused on what was the main issue with his casino, the fact that the Mexicans could indeed turn on him at any moment. But Jack now had Sonny on his side, so he knew that Sonny would be able to disrupt the operation as soon as it started. Jack knew he had to get out of the deal with the Mexicans, and using one enemy to fight another seemed to be the optimal choice. The only question was, when the Mexicans would catch on, or if they would catch on, to what exactly was going on, and how violent this would get, and hopefully, Jack could keep his hands clean of the whole thing.
It would take some time before the Mexicans would get everything into position, so Jack was going to use this time wisely. --
North Las Vegas VA Medical Center
Las Vegas, NV Jack once again came to see his brother. Jason was looking even better, now clean shaven, and physically stronger. Jack embraced his brother, and Jason seemed to be crying as they did so.
Jack: You good?
The two brothers finished their embrace and Jack confirmed that Jason was indeed crying. But he nodded and smiled.
Jason: Yeah.
Jack: You look better.
Jason: It’s the food, and the people here, I’m feeling like I’m finally ready to get back into the swing of things.
Jack: That’s good. That’s good. But you know, I don’t want you to fall back into that world again man, you gotta stay off that shit and focus.
Jason: I know man, I lost my way, but the stuff was just too much. I just... I failed you.
Jack: You needed help, Jason. I’m just glad you’re not dead somewhere.
Jason: Me too, bro, me too.
Jack: How much longer can they keep you here.
Jason: Well... I … I kind of told them I lived with you and you’d be able to handle that.
Jack: I mean... yeah, I will, you’re my brother. I’m not going to abandon you.
Jason: Right, uh... I’m just... I’m thinking that maybe since you know... you got all this stuff that uh, maybe you could hook me up.
Jack: With what? I mean, I’ll do anything I can to help you, but I need to know you’re not hiding anything anymore.
Jason: Nah man, I just need a place to stay and a job so I can get back on my feet. You already hooked me up so much already.
Jack: I’m not sure what exactly you’re good at to work in the Casino, man. I’ll do what I can to find you somewhere to work. Times aren’t exactly easy right now.
Jason: For real.
Jack: Alright, look, I gotta go, some stuff to do at the Casino, but I promise you I’ll get something for you to do. Alright, I’ll be back for you if the doctors will let you go and I’ll get you all taken care of.
Jason: You’re the best, bro.
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On Camera:
Click. We are once again with Jack in his living room, the SCW heavyweight championship has its place on the couch next to him. Jack eases back in his chair, taking a sip of whatever is in his glass with some ice cubes. He gives a satisfied “ahh” before he leans forward again.
Jack: I told you all, from day 1, I would do everything and anything I had to, to get where I wanted to go. I would step on whomever, used whatever tactic, even if it’s a low down, dirty move. Why? Because this is a result driven business. In wrestling, it does not matter how you get to the top, and who you have to backstab, betray, lie about, screw over, none of that shit means a damn thing if you bring home the goods. And every, single time I have stepped foot into the SCW ring, I have delivered. Yes, I have crossed several lines, with my words and actions. But I don’t give a rat’s ass about anybody in this company, but me. That way, I know I’m right when I say I can’t trust anyone but myself. You see it almost weekly on SCW television, the amount of backstabbing, betraying, disloyal bitches all pouting and whining and going back and forth about being good people, when deep down, they know they aren’t good people. And yet, people wonder how I have the audacity to say I’m a good person?
I can easily, make that claim because I’m honest about it. I’m an asshole. I know that. But I’m an asshole because I’ve been able to break down your favorites and least favorites alike, without missing a beat. I call a spade a spade. I have been, exactly what I said I was going to be. I set out to do one thing, and one thing only: Make it to the top. And I think this, means I did just that. Jack points to the SCW world title and then picks it up, looking at it for a moment, with a somewhat smirk before carefully placing it back on the couch.
Jack: We should be, in day like 207 or something of my reign as champion, but Kris Ryans came in like a theif in the night and took it from me, and then O’Malley kept sticking his nose in my business, and complicated the whole thing. So, it took longer than it should have, but I now have this championship back, and now, now we’re playing by an all-new set of rules. You see, I have said before I will do what I need to do to win the championship, and so now, I will do even more to keep it. Blaze of Glory was a prime example of it. I hear them all say “O’Malley made you tap out.” Yes. He did. And guess what? The referee didn’t see it, not my fault O’Malley didn’t tend to the referee first. It’s his own fault. A visual win, isn’t a win, that’s not how this game works. And at the end of the day, I walked away with my championship, and hopefully, now, once and for all, O’Malley can just leave me alone and stop trying to punch above his weight class. Because I am fucking done with him at this point. Just walk away and let me do my thing.
I have set a brand-new standard as the world champion, and I will continue it as the match with Mark Cross is set to happen soon. I have already warned Mark of the storm that is coming his way, and the result will be the same of every storm that happens in the world. Destruction and devestation. I’m going to destroy Mark Cross soon enough, but for now, he gets to sit back and relax. Kick his feet up, he won the Blast From the Past and he can glide down easy street. I want Mark Cross to enjoy this time, make with the jokes and the laughs now, because soon enough, all the jokes and good humor will be out the window, because Mark Cross will be fighting for his very LIFE to try and win this very championship. As the saying goes “When you come for the King, you best not miss.” That is my ultimate warning to Mark Cross right now. He had better get his ass serious because I am dead serious about what’s mine and protecting what’s mine. I’ve made it clear to each and every person I have faced that I have no quams about hurting people. I play for keeps. I’m out to win, because winning is the only thing that matters. It puts money in my pocket. Money I very much enjoy, and when someone is trying to take that from me, it’s OFFENSIVE to me. So I would advise Mark Cross to sit down and really start focusing on how he’s going to survive, let alone win. No, fuck that, winning is out the window, Mark. You better be thinking about what you can do to make sure, you walk away from our future championship match in one piece. Because that’s the best you’re going to be able to do. Jack eases back in his chair, a small chuckle escapes his lips as he looks over at the championship again, before sighing and looking back at the camera.
Jack: And that brings me to one Lincoln Daniels. My guy, you are in what a lot of people would say, is the wrong place, at the wrong time. You got your name matched up with mine, and you honestly have no business even being in the same ring with me. You will be just another example of why a lot of people, a lot of wrestlers come into this company, and so many of them flame out, because they don’t have what I have. You’ve been here for what? A cup of coffee? You should be thanking your lucky stars I’m even entertaining this as somewhat of a match, because it’s not really a match at all. It’s a mismatch. You aren’t on my level. I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you... No, actually I’m not, let me not lie about it. I’m more than happy to show you, just like any other new guy that thinks they can hang, how much they have to learn about swimming in my ocean.
You have been plodding along, just happy to be here and happy to be getting booked to wrestle. You have done almost nothing of note and now, you just want to walk into my world and try and take me on? No, my dude, it doesn’t work that way. You are walking into a buzzsaw, and at the end of the match, you will realize that you were not ready, and you should never think about trying me ever again. You will be put right back where you belong, wrestling other losers who aren’t fit to stand in my ring. I am the face of this franchise for a reason, and you will soon come to find out that I’m not fucking around here. This is mine, and you will not stop me from continuing my dominance. You will be dealt with, you can get this work and then you can take a little bit of time, like everyone else to realize that I am the fucking best around. I am at the top of this food chain, and as a result, I will eat you alive in the ring.
Where you see potential, I see inexperience. Where you see a chance, I see a risk. You, Lincoln Daniels, are risking it all by stepping into the ring with me. And if you want to ask yourself, why I, even at 23, almost 24, can say that, you don’t need to look any further than this fucking couch, and what sits on it. I am the champion. Two times over. I walked into this company and took what I wanted, and I pushed the old, pathetic garbage off my throne and sat down here, and I will be at this spot for a LONG, LONG time. That is the difference between you and me, Lincoln. You are spinning your wheels, and I shot straight to the top. There is NOBODY who is going to remove me from this spot at the top, least of all, you. I’m going to beat you down, and leave you to pick up the pieces and try to start again. Maybe after this, you’ll put some effort into getting somewhere.
I mean, there’s a reason that even the people who made this match are telling me losing to you would be devastating. It’s not just because I’m the champion, it’s because you are, who you are. And the difference will be made painfully clear to you, on Sunday. Jack smirks and picks up the championship again, resting it this time on his lap.
Jack: I just hope that Mark Cross will be watching, because what I do to Lincoln Daniels, will be nothing but a small example of what is in store for him. Watch what I do, SCW. Watch, what I do. With that, Jack stands up, and walks off-screen, and the scene fades.
Face of the Franchise.
