The scene fades in to the hotel room of Nick Jones and the Entourage at the location of the last episode of Climax Control, at the Riverside Hotel and Casino in Laughlin, NV. A quick look at the room shows that it's significantly smaller than the penthouse they were enjoying at Luxor in Vegas, even to the point where the Entourage members seems to be doubling up on beds and seem even sleeping on the fold-out couch. However, the scene is pretty calm at the moment, as it seems most members are out of the room for the time being with only two of them currently there, as Jimmy sits on the couch watching TV with his feet up on the coffee table, while Max seems to be even more nervous and high-strung than usual, as he sits at the kitchen table surrounded by paperwork and scribbling like mad in his accounting journal while flipping through pages upon pages of papers.
It's at that moment, that the main door to the room opens up and in walks Nick Jones. Nick goes to walk straight past Max, but is stopped by his ever-nervous accountant.
Max: Oh gawd, Mr. Jones, this is such a mess!!
Nick: First thing, for the 1000th time, call me Nick. And secondly, what the hell are you talking about?
Max: I found the credit card bills! Why didn't you tell me?! Oh gawd, this is such a mess... we've got so little money, and it's becoming less and less by the day!
Nick: Maximus... you seriously need to chill out man, you're going to have a heart attack. It's going to be just fine. You wanted us to spend less money and we're doing that, look at this piece of crap hotel room we're staying in.
Nick motions to the room around them, making it quite clear he's unhappy with their current situation.
Max: Well we're still spending more on this room than we've had come in since we got here.
Nick: How the hell is that possible? What the hell are the rest of these nobody clowns around here doing that we aren't?
Max: Most of the rest of the roster share rooms with other wrestlers to save money. They also aren't getting rooms big enough to have to sleep six people like you do. Not to mention they aren't paying their own personal 4-man entourage salaries on top of that.
Nick: I think I get what you're saying. The solution is simple... I guess I'm going to have to fire you all.
Nick smirks as he says it while Jimmy, knowing full well what Nick is doing, doesn't even turn his head and just gives a dismissive waive in Nick's direction, never removing his eyes from the TV. Of course, the same can't be said for Max who of course gets even more panicked as his face turns pale white.
Max: What?? No... I... I didn't... I meant...
Nick puts his hand right up near Max's face to get him to stop talking. As Max stops, Nick lowers his hand and chuckles for a moment before making Max feel a little better about the situation.
Nick: Max, I was just messing with you. Chill out, I'm not firing any of you morons, as much as I probably should, especially those idiots who think I'm paying them to watch TV.
Jimmy once again doesn't even turn his head, put this time just raises his hand up in the air and flips the middle finger back in the direction of Nick who just shakes his head and laughs.
Nick: Tough to argue with that logic, Jimmy.
Nick then turns his attention back to Max.
Nick: Trust me, there's nothing for us to worry about. We'll work all of this out and just to make you feel a little better, this should be a nice start for you.
Nick reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a thick wad of cash. Nick drops it on the table right in front of Max, whose eyes immediately go wide. He grabs the cash and starts counting it as a smile comes to his face. After a few moments though, the smile fades as he looks up to Nick.
Max: Wait a second, where did you get this?
Nick: Where do you think? The casino!
Max: But... how?
Nick: It's this crazy new thing called gambling. I hear it's going to be all the rage in Nevada soon enough.
Max: How did you win this much? Oh gawd, how much were you gambling? You can't afford to gamble this much, we don't have that kind of money!!
Nick: Who the hell cares? I won! You seriously need to relax, I just handed you a big wad of cash that should help pay off a lot of that debt you've been freaking out so much about, so just take it and enjoy it. Besides, at this point with a couple of shows under my belt, I should have some paychecks rolling in any day now, and then we'll be back in good shape in no time. Speaking of which...
Nick turns his attention back to Jimmy on the couch and calls over to him.
Nick: Jimmy, did you get my first check yet or what?
Nick continues to look over in Jimmy's direction, but receives no response.
Nick: Jimmy!
As he still receives no response, Nick walks over towards Jimmy, grabs the TV remote and turns off the TV. Jimmy then quickly turns his attention to Nick the moment the TV goes off.
Nick: Hey dumbass, did you get my SCW check or not?
Jimmy: Oh yeah, I got it right here baby, picked it up for you at the last show.
Jimmy grabs the beer bottle he has sitting on the coffee table and pulls the envelope he was using as a coaster out from under it. He shakes the envelope to get some of the wetness off it before handing it to Nick. Nick just glares at Nick in response.
Nick: About damn time. Thanks for treating it with such care... idiot.
Nick tears open the envelope and pulls out the check as he's walking away. However he suddenly stops dead in his tracks upon looking at the check. He quickly steps back and suddenly throws the check right at Jimmy, who looks back at Nick in shock.
Nick: What the hell is this?!?
Jimmy grabs the check and looks down at it and his eyes go wide.
Jimmy: Baby, I have no idea, it's...
Nick: You know what? Just shut the hell up, I'll take care of this myself.
Nick reaches over and snags the check out from Jimmy's hand. He walks straight to the front door, leaves and slams the door behind him. Max is looking around back and forth between the door and Jimmy rather nervously for a few moments before finally speaking up.
Max: What was that all about?
Jimmy: Trust me baby, you don't want to know.
Jimmy slowly slinks back down into the couch and turns the TV back on as the scene fades to black.
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The scene fades in to the office of SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Mark is sitting at his desk, going through some paperwork when suddenly the door bursts open. At that moment, in walks in Mark's employee and close friend, Nick Jones. Mark looks up from his paperwork but hardly seems surprised that it's Nick causing all of the noise.
HS: Hey yank, it's so nice of you to knock... is there something I can help you with?
Nick walks straight up to Mark's desk and throws the source of his anger, his SCW paycheck onto the desk of Mark.
Nick: What the hell is this?
Mark grabs the piece of paper and takes a quick look at it before responding to Nick with an extremely sarcastic tone.
HS: It looks like your SCW paycheck to me. Geez, can't you figure anything out anymore without those employees of yours?
Nick: Very freakin' funny... I'm talking about the number printed on the so-called "paycheck".
HS: What the hell did you expect? This is an independent regional wrestling company, financially back by two wrestlers. Did you really expect to be wracking in the kind of cash you were in an established world-wide phenomena like GXW?
Nick: What I expected was to be paid the way a man of my talent deserves, to be compensated for how the endless streams of cash I'm going to make this company just by my mere presence and most importantly, be paid what was agreed to in my contract negotiations.
HS: Well your last point is certainly a fair one, why don't we take a quick look and see what's going on here.
Mark quickly rolls his chair over to his computer where he opens up a file containing a summary of the SCW's contract information. After a quick look through, Mark glances back and forth between the paycheck Nick threw at him and what's on his screen. Mark throws the check back and Nick and spins his monitor around for Nick to see.
HS: Hate to break it to you yank, but according to this, that's exactly what your contract calls for.
Nick leans it to look at the computer screen and his face starts to turn red as he starts to shake in anger.
Nick: What the hell is that crap? What do you think you're trying to pull here, huh? You seriously expect me to put up with this crap? What is it, you're too jealous that your in-ring career is over and I'm still going strong, getting ready to take over this entire company of yours?
HS: Just stop right there, alright? I don't know what the hell you're rambling on about, but let's not forget what happened here. I've been doing everything I can to help you out here. Hell, just last week you went out and got yourself embarrassed in the first round of the tag tournament, pinned in no-time flat, and yet I've still got you booked in a match for a SCW title shot at the super card.
Nick: Now hold on one damn second, you know as well as I do that loss wasn't my fault. I was too busy trying to make up for that clown partner of mines complete ineptitude and...
HS: Listen, I don't really care what your excuses are, the point is I'm helping you out here plenty, so watch who you're flipping out on next time you get pissed about something. And let's not forget, you were the one who wanted to surprise me with your return and signed on with the company without ever saying a word to me, so I had absolutely nothing to do with that contract of yours.
Nick: Yeah, so? You're still in charge around here, what's your point?
HS: My point is, if you've got a problem with your contract, I suggest you take it up with the man who you signed it with.
Nick: And where the hell can I find your little partner Christian at anyway?
HS: You can find him at December to Dismember. Until then I suggest you worry about your match.
Nick: Worry? What's their to worry about? I can take out that stupid Canadian jackass with my eyes closed.
Nick turns to walk away, but stops as he hears Mark mumble something under his breath.
HS: Yeah, that's what you said last week too.
Nick stops in his tracks and turns around, glaring at Mark.
Nick: What was that?
HS: Oh nothing, just clearing my throat.
Nick: Yeah... right. Well you should know better than anyone I don't make the same mistake twice. This chump doesn't stand a chance, and I'll be lined up for the title shot in no time, but before that, me and your little buddy are going to have a nice little chat about this contract situation. So don't you worry about it, because soon enough I'll be raking in the cash I was promised and before you know it, any financial concerns you have about this deal will all be sorted out when you'll have your future world-renown heavyweight champion to make you more money than you can imagine.
Nick turns to walk away again before stopping and turning back to Mark. He walks right up towards him and Mark glares at him, not quite sure what is going down. Nick then snags the paycheck which had fallen back down onto Mark's desk and puts it back into his pocket. Mark just watches and shakes his head while chuckling as Nick turns and walks out of his office and the scene fades out.
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The scene again fades back in, this time back into the now nearly entirely filled hotel room of Nick Jones and his entourage. Jimmy is still sitting in front of the TV now joined by Big B and Tony, while Max continues to furiously crunch away at the numbers while sitting at the table. Diana sits across from at the table, but is far too preoccupied with herself as she looks in the little mirror she has sitting on the table and tweezes her eyebrows. However, everyones attention quickly changes as the room door comes swinging open and then is loudly slammed shut a moment later. Diana and Max both look up from what they are doing, and the three men sitting on the couch turn around to see what's going on behind them. The are all met with the image of their fuming angry employer, Nick Jones. Nick Jones walks right over to the table and drops his SCW paycheck on the table right in front of Max. Max looks at it and is about to open his mouth but is quickly cut off by Nick.
Nick: Not a word out of you. I'm taking care of this shit, in the meantime cash the damn check and make it work... got it?
Max: But...
Nick: GOT IT?!?
Max immediately gets quiet and just nods his head in response as he files the check into his account book. However, before he can get it away Diana takes a quick peak at the check and, clearly a bit unhappy, immediately turns her attention back to Nick.
Diana: What the hell is that all about?
Nick: It's about SCW thinking they can pull one over on me and my agent apparently being a complete dipshit.
Jimmy: Whoa, whoa baby... what did I do?
Nick: Well ignoring for a moment that taking care of this crap is YOUR job, I went and saw Mark today and he pointed out to me that according to SCW's payroll system, this garbage is what was written into my contract.
Jimmy: I don't know what that's all about, that's not what I was told. But either way, that's not on me, baby.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about? You're my agent, you're the one who negotiates my contract.
Jimmy: Yeah, but all these negotiations were taking place before we had gotten out here, and before all of us had even gotten back together. I wasn't able to handle all of this stuff personally. I'm not the one who got that number I told you from SCW.
Nick: What? What the hell are you talking about? If it wasn't you they told then who the hell gave you that number?
Jimmy says nothing, but simply silently motions his head towards the man sitting to the left of him on the couch, Tony. Tony notices this and quickly turns his attention to Jimmy.
Tony: Hey dipshit, you don't tink I saw dat? What da hell you blamin' me fo'?
Before Jimmy can even respond, Nick quickly interjects as he addresses Tony.
Nick: Well what's the deal Tony, is it true? Are you the one who gave Jimmy the number?
Tony: Well... sorta.
Nick: What the hell does that mean? Sorta?
Tony: I gave Jimmy da numba', but I ain't get it from SCW neitha.
Nick: Well then who did you get it from?
Tony: Ya cus ova dere.
Nick immediately turns and looks at his cousin, Big B, who sits there seeming completely oblivious to what is going on. Nick quickly turns his attention back to Tony and Jimmy.
Nick: Are you two kidding me?!? You seriously let this walking pile of moron do the contract negotiations? What the hell is wrong with you?!?
Jimmy: Baby, I swear I didn't know... I thought Tony had it under control.
Tony: Hey, don't put dis on me... I was asked to get a numba' and I got da freakin' numba'... I didn't know nuthin' about no negotiations or whateva'.
Nick then turns his attention back to Big B.
Nick: And what the hell is your excuse?
Big B: For what?
Nick: For what?!? For the fact that I'm getting paid a fraction of the amount I was told that was written into the contract that your dumb ass apparently negotiated.
Big B: Don't call me a dumb ass! You know I don't like it when you call me names!
Big B clearly starts to get angry as his face starts to turn red. Nick sees that his stupid, but very strong and volatile, cousin is starting to get upset and knows well enough to back off. Nick starts to speak to B in a much more calming tone.
Nick: Can you just tell me what you think happened here? And why it sounds like the number you negotiated isn't the number you told Tony and Jimmy?
Big B: The number I told them was the same number on the paper that Christmas guy gave me.
Nick: It's CHRISTIAN you fu...
Nick stops himself mid-word as he sees his cousin getting angered by his town, and quickly goes in a different direction in a much calmer town.
Nick: ... fun guy, that you are. And do you happen to still have that paper?
Big B: Yeah, of course I do. I would never throw that away, I'm not stupid cuz.
Nick rolls his eyes upon hearing that statement as Big B starts fishing through his pockets. He reaches deep down and then pulls out a wadded up ball of paper, which is covered with a variety of different stains is barely in readable condition. He then hands the paper to Nick who just stares at Big B, clearly very unhappy with the circumstances, but trying to keep his cool. He unwads the paper and flattens it out on the table and starts looking at it.
Nick: B, can you take a look at this? I can't even read this thing anymore it's so destroyed, where the hell is this number you're talking about?
Big B: Sure cuz, let me take a look.
Nick passes the paper over to B, who starts to closely examine for a few moments before leaning over the couch, showing Nick the paper. He points to a spot on the paper for Nick to look at.
Big B: Right there... that's the number. See? Way bigger than what they paid you.
Nick takes a look at the paper and he looks now completely infuriated as he's unable to keep his cool anymore when talking to his cousin.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about? That's the SAME EXACT NUMBER!!!
Big B: Nuh uh... look, this one has the comma right there, so it's got all the extra zeroes after it.
Nick: COMMA?!? THAT'S A DECIMAL YOU F##KING MORON!!!
Nick, now completely unable to control his anger anymore dives straight over the couch and tackles Big B off of it to the floor. With both men down on the floor, and Nick on top, Nick winds back and slugs B straight in the face with a stiff right hand. B's face turns to a look of range and he uses his brute strength to toss Nick right off of him and about half way across the room. Nick gets right up and goes to head back towards Big B, but Jimmy jumps off the couch in front of him to cut him off in an attempt to put a stop to this.
However, a moment later a furiously angry B climbs to his feet and Tony, knowing who it is that signs his checks, quickly lets go of Nick and runs over to hold B back. Jimmy, in an attempt to try to break things up hops off the couch in attempt to hold Nick back as Tony does the same to B, but with little effort Nick simply grabs Jimmy and tosses him out of the way. Nick turns and looks to Max, who seemingly at Diana's request was considering trying to help break this up, but only a quick glare from Nick sends Max diving right under the table to hide from the brawl. Nick runs right back at Big B, as Tony tries to keep between both men and despite his impressive size and strength, finds it very difficult as both men attempt to swing at each other, while also hitting into Tony in the process.
Suddenly everything comes to a halt as Diana Roberts stands between both men and smacks them right across the face, while positioning herself in such a way that she is in the way of any attacks between the two men.
Diana: Will you two childish idiots cut this out?! Now why don't we all sit down at the table, look this contract over and figure out what we're going to do about this thing, ok?
Diana's words seem to go unheeded as the two men stand there, staring each other down.
Diana: NOW!!!
Diana's angry tone gets the attention of both men as they lower their heads and walk over to the table. Each man takes a seat on opposite sides of the table as Diana sits between them, and grabs her tweezers to go back to her eyebrows. Both men sit there silently for a few moments before Big B is heard mumbling under his breath.
Big B: You're lucky your girl saved you from me kicking your ass.
Diana glares at B and doesn't even say a word, but takes his tweezers and quickly pulls a group of hairs right out from his arm.
Big B: OUCH!
Nick: Yeah, I'm real scared of a guy who gets beat up by a girl with tweezers.
Diana quickly snaps her head around and glares at Nick for a moment before turning her attention back to her mirror.
Big B: Hey! Why didn't you tweeze him?
Diana: Simple... I have a far more effective means of punishing him.
Diana then turns and looks at Nick as a sly little smirk comes across her face.
Diana: I can just tell him he's sleeping alone.
Diana smiles as Big B chuckles and a bit of a pout comes across his face. Afraid she may be serious, Nick turns back to B and speaks in a regretful tone.
Nick: Sorry...
Diana: Very good. Now you guys figure this out already.
Nick turns his attention to Jimmy who is finally prying himself up on the floor and waives him over. Nick then looks around a moment before peering under the table and seeing his accountant.
Nick: Hey Maxi-Pad, get your ass up here and let's figure this crap out, alright?
Max pulls himself up from under the table and takes a seat as well. Nick takes a quick look around the room and before their serious discussions begin, he gets a smirk on his face that lets everyone know Nick's got another comment to contribute.
Nick: The good news is, I can all but guarantee you this little bout was more of a challenge than I'll see in the ring against little miss Brucey... and that includes Maxy.
The group laughs as tensions seem to be somewhat eased. Nick slides the contract, or at least what's left of it, over to Jimmy and Max, who start to look it over as the scene fades out.
