“It was a pretty nice Christmas break. It was the first Christmas I spent in Jersey, while it was weird, I was happy that my wife was happy to be around her family. We all met up at her parents house and you couldn’t fit another person in there with a shoehorn there was so many people. Our kids only had a few presents at their grandparents house, but once we got home, they were swamped with presents. We got them a bunch of stuff, but Rob bought them one of those huge inflatable bouncing castles that you usually rent for parties. Now my kids own one. Needless to say, all the other presents were rendered obsolete.”
“One thing I don’t ever really talk about with my kids is me wrestling. After that barbwire match, I had a ton of cuts everywhere and my kids were legitimately concerned about me. This is one of the reasons why I don’t really wrestle those matches anymore and before that, I can’t remember the last time I bled in the ring either, so I could avoid such reactions. The twins were more concerned about me than anything, it was hard to move around for a few days after that match, but they played doctor and tended to my wounds nicely. This was yet another strike against me from Vanessa that I should retire, because things like this actually scare my kids. I’ve struggled with this for the duration of my time in SCW, of when to retire. Summer XXXtreme actually was going to be my last show, but Mark talked me into staying for a while longer. I’m actually having a lot of fun in my career right now. It’s not so much about being SCW Champion as it is having fun. At times during my career, I didn’t enjoy the ride because I was so caught up with everything, now I’m just enjoying everything instead of getting caught up in the minutia.”
“I spent New Years Eve at my club…”
The scene opens up inside The Enigma, Jordan’s club in New Jersey. Per usual, its packed and Jordan is watching out of his window in his office above the dance floor. Jordan has a drink in his hand. There is a knock at the door and he turns around as his head bartender and floor manager, Stephanie walks in.
Jordan: “Stephie! What’s going on?”
Stephanie: “What are you doing here all by yourself?”
Jordan takes a sip of his drink and says: “Just chillin, watching everyone have a great time.”
Stephanie: “Well, you should be having a good time too, silly!” she walks next to Jordan as he goes back to looking out the window.
Jordan smirks and says: “Just reflecting on everything that’s happened this year.”
Stephanie: “From everything you’ve told me, it’s been a good one.”
Jordan: “Yeah, I have to say so too, with the exception of a few things. But I’ve finally have this club to transition me into the next part of life.”
Stephanie: “Well, I’m not going to let you spend this time alone!”
Jordan: “Thanks Stephie…you’re a great person. Why are you single?”
Stephanie: “I don’t know…People nowadays just don’t know how to treat a lady!”
Jordan: “You want a drink?”
Stephanie: “Can’t…I’m on the clock, remember!”
Jordan laughs and says: “Its okay this one time…I won’t tell if you won’t!”
Stephanie smiles and grabs the bourbon bottle and a glass off Jordan’s desk and pours herself a drink. Stephanie takes a sip of her drink as Jordan gazes at the crowd below. The crowd starts counting down. When they reach five, Stephanie grabs Jordan by the hand, when they reach one and say “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Stephanie leans in and kisses Jordan on the lips. Jordan after a few beats, Jordan pulls back as Stephanie has a smile on her face. She turns and walks out of the office as Jordan has a look of confusion on his face.
The scene opens up to inside the Tokyo Dome. Its main event time for EJPW’s Wrestle Festival where Jordan Williams goes up against his former student and tag team partner Power Matsuzaka for the EJPW Heavyweight Championship. The fans in the arena are buzzing when the lights in the Tokyo Dome go out completely. The opening chimes to Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” blasts the PA System and the fans erupt into cheers as the song means only one thing: Jordan Williams. Jordan’s video package plays on the gigantic video screen as lime colored smoke engulfs the stage. On a camera view above the stage, Jordan Williams can be seen being risen up on a platform from underneath the huge stage. The fans continue their thunderous cheers as Jordan rises ascends to the top of the stage. Jordan has his head tilted down and immediately pops it up as the platform settles into place. Jordan walks to the center of the stage as two men walk out from the regular entrance. They kneel in front of Jordan while stretching out a black banner that says Marauder-gun in Japanese in lime green lettering, which translates into Marauder’s Army. Jordan has a cocky grin on his face as he walks around the two men who then follow behind him. Jordan salutes the fans as he walks down the long aisle to the ring. As Jordan reaches the apron, the two men hold the ropes open for him, but Jordan tells them to move out of the way, then jumps effortlessly over the top rope and into the ring. Jordan then climbs onto the second turnbuckle and does his double guns pose much to the chagrin of the crowd. The fans break out into a “YOR-DAHN! YOR-DAHN!” chant until the opening drum beat to “Dream Warriors” by Dokken hits the PA System. The fans continue to cheer, but for EJPW Heavyweight Champion, Power Matsuzaka. Back at the entrance, a gigantic biohazard sign is engulfed with flames and Power Matsuzaka walks out from underneath it. Matsuzaka has his Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he power walks to the ring. Matsuzaka has a serious look on his face as he enters the ring. He and Jordan come face to face and the fans cheer let out a collect “OOOOOHHHH!” Both men retreat to their respective corners.
Ring Announcer translated to English: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, the Emerald Dragon: Wiiiiiiiilllliaaaaams, Yooooooooorrrrdaaaaaan!
Jordan steps forward with his arms raised as he showered with streamers. Jordan takes off his black, with lime green trim-duster and throws it out of the ring.
Ring Announcer: His opponent, from Kobe, Japan…weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-three pounds…EJPW Heavyweight Champion….Matsuzakaaaaaaa, Powwwwer-ooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
Power Matsuzaka stretches in the corner as he too is showered with streamers before handing his title belt to the referee who walks it over to Jordan and shows him the belt. Jordan nods as he sees the belt and the referee hands the belt off to a ring attendant. Other ring attendants clear the ring of streamers. The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway.
Jordan and Power start the match off slowly with some excellent chain wrestling with a ton of reversals. After thirty minutes of Jordan working over Power’s arm and Power working over Jordan’s knee, the match really starts picking up:
Matsuzaka shoots Jordan into the ropes, as Jordan returns, Matsuzaka goes for his Powerline (vicious lariat) with his right arm (the arm Jordan has been working over the majority of the match), Jordan superkicks Matsuzaka’s right arm, but Matsuzaka instantly nails Jordan in the back of the head with a powerful left armed clothesline! Jordan collapses to the mat and Matsuzaka goes for the cover, but Jordan kicks out at two! Matsuzaka quickly gets up and as he drags Jordan to his feet as well. Matsuzaka stubbornly goes for the Powerline once again, but Jordan grabs Matsuzaka’s arm and simultaneously takes him over with a crucifix arm bar! Jordan pulls back Matsuzaka’s weak right arm viciously as Power Matsuzaka yells out in pain! After a few moments in the hold, Matsuzaka inches his way over to the ropes for a rope break. Jordan breaks the hold and gets to his feet as Matsuzaka holds his arm in pain. As Matsuzaka gets to one knee, out of no where, Jordan nails Matsuzaka with the Emerald Dragon’s Roar-a vicious knee strike to the head! Jordan goes for the cover:
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO! NO! NO!
Power Matsuzaka somehow puts his foot on the bottom rope at two and three-quarters! The crowd is flabbergasted as they don’t know how he had the wherewithal to put his foot on the rope! Jordan complains to the referee that his count was slow. Jordan sensing that the end is near motions to the crowd that he’s going for the ATL Crusher. Jordan grabs Matsuzaka off the mat by his hair and hooks him up in a full nelson. Jordan then drives Matsuzaka into the mat with a high bridge. The referee goes for the count and Matsuzaka again, barely kicks out! Jordan is in disbelief as no one kicks out of the ATL Crusher! Jordan gets to his feet quickly and leaps to the top rope and then comes flying off the top with High Fly Flow, however, Matsuzaka gets his knees up and Jordan crashes onto Matsuzaka’s knees, knocking the wind out of Jordan! With Jordan draped over his knees, Matsuzaka hooks Jordan by the head and turns it into a modified small package.
1!
2!!
No! Jordan kicks out!
Power Matsuzaka slowly gets to his feet as does Jordan, however Jordan has his back turned to Matsuzaka and as soon he turns to face him, Matsuzaka blasts Jordan with the Powerline! Matsuzaka quickly goes for the cover
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO! NO! NO!
Jordan barely gets his shoulder up! Matsuzaka, too is in disbelief that Jordan kicked out. Matsuzaka walks over to the ropes and climbs to the top rope. Matsuzaka then comes off with a 450 Splash, Jordan’s old move that he called the Macabre Massacre! Matsuzaka’s 263 pound body crushes Jordan and he goes for the pin
1!
2!!
No!
Jordan again, gets his shoulder up! Matsuzaka can’t do nothing but shake his head as the fans clap in appreciation of such a great match! Matsuzaka gets to his feet and waits for Jordan to do the same. Jordan slowly rises to his feet. As he turns around, Matsuzaka charges Jordan once again and nails him with the Powerline as Matsuzaka favors his arm! However, Jordan somehow shakes it off and quickly bounces to his feet! Jordan lets out a yell as Matsuzaka turns around, Jordan nails him with the 2G4U! Matsuzaka shakes it off as well and goes to get to his feet, but as Matsuzaka was on one knee, Jordan nails him in the jaw with the Emerald Dragon’s Roar! Jordan quickly runs to the turnbuckles, leaps to the top rope and comes crashing down on Matsuzaka with a high impact frog splash- High Fly Flow! Jordan hooks both legs as the referee counts
1!
2!!
3!!!
Jordan did it! Jordan Williams defeated Power Matsuzaka for the EJPW Heavyweight Title! Fireworks go off above the ring as Jordan lies on the mat motionless as does Power Matsuzaka. Ring attendants come in to attend to both men with ice packs. Jordan expended a ton of energy on that last sequence and has little to no strength to get up. Jordan’s handlers are also in the ring holding the Marauder-gun banner. They then walk over to Jordan to help him to sit up. A couple of ring attendants help Matsuzaka to sit up as well. Eventually, both men are helped to their feet in the middle of the ring. Matsuzaka and Jordan stare at one another, both terribly exhausted and sore from that brutal bout. The two men embrace with a huge hug as the fans in the arena are all on their feet applauding the moment. Again, fireworks go off above the ring as Matsuzaka holds Jordan’s hand up in victory, while the referee straps the EJPW Heavyweight Championship around Jordan’s waist. The scene fades out as Jordan poses for pictures for the ringside photographers.
The scene opens up backstage after Jordan’s title victory over his former student, Power Matsuzaka. Jordan is sitting at a table with his title belt draped over his shoulder. In front of the table are about thirty members of the Japanese press taking pictures and some about to ask questions. Jordan is flanked by his two men from early, who proudly display the Marauder-gun banner behind Jordan. Jordan is still sweating from his match just minutes ago. Jordan does the interview in Japanese, but its translated to English here:
Reporter: “Jordan, has does it feel to be EJPW Heavyweight Champion?”
Jordan: “This is probably the biggest win in my career. When you consider all things, like my age and how great Matsuzaka is, this is a tremendous win.”
Reporter: “It was obvious your strategy was to work over Matsuzaka’s arm, yet he was still able to hit you with his Powerline…”
Jordan laughs and says: “And they still hurt like hell! That was definitely a strategy was to neutralize the power in his arm, but I’m not so sure how much success I had, because those shots were some of the hardest shots I ever took in my life!”
Reporter: “Its been documented that yourself and Matsuzaka are friends, do you have a new respect from as a competitor?”
Jordan: “Yes, because I trained him, I’ve wrestled with him as his partner, but wrestling against him is a whole different animal. I’ve always had the highest respect for him and after this match, its impossible to respect a fighter more than I respect Matsuzaka. He’s got a fighting spirit that is unparalleled.”
Reporter: “Can you talk about the emotion you’re feeling right now?”
Jordan: “Other than being sore, I’m feeling great. I was definitely staring my wrestling mortality in the face. Beating Matsuzaka tonight just showed that this old man has still got it!”
Reporter: “We seen you come out with two men and they were carrying a new flag that said Marauder-gun. What’s the significance behind that?”
Jordan smiles as he shifts the belt from his left shoulder to his right: “Just army building. The two guys you seen tonight was Quincy Moss and Minoru Suwama. They are the best prospects in Japan and they are apart of my crew, Marauder-gun. There are more to come.”
The scene fades as Jordan answers more questions about the match.
“On my way back from Japan, I of course land in Los Angeles. I was going to Las Vegas to shoot some promos for SCW. I got sick of flying and decided to drive to Vegas. As I was leaving LAX, I miraculously ran into my nomad of a friend, Ken Hoyt. He had picked up a stranded couple on their way to LAX. The fact that we’re in the same place at the same time and he had no knowledge of me even being here at this time (because he does not own a cell phone) is one of the weirdest things that has ever happened. So naturally, he offers me a ride in his truck that has a camper built on the back. I say sure and my long strange trip to Vegas commences.”
The scene opens up to Ken entering the on ramp onto Interstate 15. The sounds of Graham Parker’s “The Up Escalator” album is playing in the background as Jordan and Ken are talking. Jordan has this weird looking pipe in his hand.
Jordan: “Where the hell did you get this from, man? This is the weirdest pipe I’ve ever seen.”
Ken smiles and deadpans: “I got it from a Peruvian Oracle I met while hiking the Salcantay Trek of Manchu.”
Jordan looks at Ken crooked and says: “A who and what?”
Ken: A Peruvian Oracle…”
Jordan: “Never mind, bro! I don’t even know what it is. The only real word I heard was hike!” Jordan surveys the pipe even more and says: “Let me guess, you smoke weed from it?”
Ken: “I could, but no. It was a gift. I plan on putting it up on display.”
Jordan: “Where? You have no house!”
Ken: “I have a shelf I can put it up on in the camper.”
Jordan: “Damnit Ken, can you get a fuckin’ house like the rest of us?”
Ken rolls his eyes as he checks his mirrors and says: “Oh boy, now you sound like Rick!” Rick is Ken’s best friend.
Jordan: “Seriously bro, you’re what 32? You should have a place to call home that has a concrete foundation and a yard!”
Ken: “I do! The road is my foundation and the United States is my yard!” he says seriously.
Jordan: “Will this ever get old to you?”
Ken: “No, not exactly. I enjoy myself. I’m living the dream! You said so yourself.”
Jordan: “Yes, but at least I’d have a fucking house to live in and a real bed. Not a god damn cot the size of my baby’s crib!”
Ken: “I think you’re over stating the size of the bed.”
About halfway through the drive, Ken spots a car broken down on the side of the road and begins to pull over on the side of the highway.
Jordan: “Ken! Hell no! We agreed, no strangers! I need to get to Vegas as soon as possible!” he yells.
Ken: “I just want to see if they need some help.”
Jordan: “Look man, fuck this person and let’s get to Vegas.”
Ken: “It’ll only take a second!”
Ken puts the car in park and goes to help the person.
Jordan: “Ain’t this a bitch!”
Ken walks over to the car. A couple of females in their early twenties and emerge from the car.
Ken: “Do you need some help?”
Female #1: “My car just quit.”
Ken: “That’s no good.”
Female #2: “We need to get to Las Vegas for our show.”
Ken: “Well, unless you’re waiting for help, me and my buddy are heading to Vegas as well.”
The two girls look at each other and shrug their shoulders.
Female #1: “We’re running late and there’s no telling when we can get help our way. You seem harmless…what the hell.”
Female #2: “Let us grab our things.”
The two girls go to their car and grabs their bags and Ken escorts them to his truck. Jordan sees this through the rearview mirror and takes a deep breath, while sinking in his seat. The two girls open the door to backseat while Ken circles his truck to get in the drivers seat.
Female #1: “Hi, your friend is giving us a ride.”
Jordan: “He tends to do that.”
Female #2 to her friend: “Wow they’re cute at least!”
Ken to Jordan: “Sorry bro…I had to. At least they’re going to Vegas too.”
Jordan mumbles: “Just fucking drive.”
Over the course of their drive to Vegas, Ken obviously carries on a conversation with the two females as Jordan tries not to be too much of an asshole. Jordan spends most of his time on his iPhone. The scene fades out as Jordan continues to look miserable.
****
The scene fades in a few hours later as we see Christian Underwood in his office. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. The door opens up and we see Jordan’s security guard, Boomer Banks pushing a wheel chair with Jordan Williams with a huge bandage around his head and full arm casts on both arms and full leg casts on both legs.
Christian rises from his seat as he rolls his eyes and says: “What happened to you?”
Jordan in a gravely voice: “You-is what happened to me!”
Christian: “How? I didn’t do anything to you!”
Jordan: “You booked me in the barbwire match a couple of weeks ago!”
Christian thinks for a second and says: “You got all this…from the barbwire match!?”
Jordan trying to speak in a gravely voice: “Yes!”
Christian lets out a laugh.
Jordan: “This isn’t funny! I should you personally liable for my condition!”
Christian: “Are you kidding me, Jordan? There is nothing wrong with you! Take off the casts and get out of the wheel chair!”
Jordan: “If I could I would! My doctors have advised me to keep the casts on for a long time.”
Christian: “How long?”
Jordan: “A long time.”
Christian: “How long is a long time? Six weeks? Three months? Six months?”
An agitated Jordan: “I don’t know! Stop with the inquisition!”
Christian: “What do you want exactly?”
Jordan who‘s voice is magically back to normal: “What do I want? To show the world what Christian Underwood does when he’s drunk on power! You forced me into a barbwire match. A match that I got all these cuts and scrapes! My own kids don’t even recognize me anymore!”
Christian is smiling from ear to ear as he says: “Oh cut the crap, Jordan! What happened to you man? You use to be honorable! You use to be a stand up guy! Now, you’re just a snake in the grass!”
Jordan: “How dare you question my character! I will not stand…er…sit here while you question my character.” he says as he forces a cough.
Christian: “You’re faking to be hurt…and for what?”
Jordan: “I’m not faking, damnit! These are legit injuries.”
Christian: “If they were legit, why did you compete last night in Japan…helluva match by the way!”
Jordan: “Uh…”
Christian: “Unless that was your twin…lord knows we do not need another Jordan Williams running around.”
Jordan: “What can I say? Miracles happen.”
Christian: “it’s a miracle that you went from competing in a forty minute bout last night to showing up in my office in casts and a wheel chair. So again, I ask, what are you here for?”
Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “Alright, enough with the bullshit.”
Boomer Banks takes off Jordan’s leg casts and then his arm casts, which weren’t even fully cast to his limbs. Jordan stands up and stares down Christian.
Jordan: “You know, Christian…I use to like you. For so long, you were just the Pink Flamingo running around teaming with the Big Pump Poppa or whatever his name was and it was cute. Now all of a sudden, you get some power and you want to throw your weight around. You haven’t shown me an ounce of fucking respect since I got here. You should be thanking Hot Stuff everyday that he coaxed me out of retirement to bring me here…to bring SCW some credibility. I think I’ve done that. It started with Summer XXXtreme, when you knew that was suppose to be my rematch with Nick. Nope, you didn’t want that, you wanted to have things your way and book that six man match instead. Cockblocking me out of my rightful one on one match with Nick. Then you book this Stables War match and then you booked me in the barbwire match. Where’s the heat, Christian? What did I ever do to you?”
Christian: “I’ve never had a problem with you Jordan until you and Mark’s band of merry men started running roughshod over this company. You are not going to create chaos here. The Summer XXXtreme thing, wasn’t a slight at you. It was about giving the fans the best damn main even they could see and I think I delivered that. The barbwire match…I gotta admit. I had some fun with that one. You have a problem with me? That’s fine, but get in line, that line stretches around the block. You maybe a legend, but I don’t need your permission to run my company…now if you’ll excuse me.”
The scene fades out as Christian walks out of his office as Jordan glares at him.
The scene fades in to a shot of Jordan leaving the SCW offices just as the sun is setting. Before Jordan gets in his car, Pussy Willow rushes out to interview him.
PW: “Jordan, if I can get a little bit of your time, I’d like to get your thoughts on the main event of New Years Rising when Nick Jones, Tom Dudely, Goth and yourself take on The New Xtremes?”
Jordan: “Yeah, well…this match is courtesy of that pompous Christian Underwood. He says he makes his decisions for the best interests of the fans…well its funny that this decision he made to book this match will be the worse decision he’s ever made as SCW Boss. You see, he’s lead the lambs to slaughter. While I’m sure the fans will find this match entertaining, I assure you, the New Xtremes won’t. You wanna know why?”
PW: “Sure!”
Jordan: “Because…I think I might let him come out to play…”
PW: “Who? Marauder?”
Jordan puts his fingers to his lips and says: “Shh! He’s telling me something!”
Jordan gets a sadistic smile on his face and nods his head up and down.
Jordan: “He’s begging me to let him out. If I do…hell will have relocated inside that ring. If I do…God will need to have mercy on their souls, because he won’t.”
“Matthew Kennedy, hasn’t your fifteen minutes of fame ran out yet? Jesus Christ! You must like to get your ass kicked. Well, welcome to my nightmare, Kennedy, because I will destroy you and crush the rest of dreams of getting revenge on Hot Stuff!”
“Aleksei Koji, are you ready for war? I know I am. I’ve been in these types of matches before? Have you? You’re stepping into the cage with a GOD! I will bestow you the pleasure of beating your ass for a few minutes, so you can tell your family in the future that you had the privilege of getting beat down by the GOD of professional wrestling, Jordan Williams!”
“My dear friend, Casey Williams! You can’t beat me in a regular match…what makes you think, you and your team can beat my team in a Cage? Trust me when I say this, all your sneak attacks that you and Kain have done to me will not go unnoticed. In fact, you will get your receipt inside that steel cage!”
“Last but not least, Spike Staggs. The Champion! Make no mistake about it Spike, you hold that belt right now because I’ve chosen not to come for it. Trust me when I say this, when I decide to come for my belt, I’ll let you know. For now, you can continue keeping it warm until I’m ready.”
“New Year’s Rising will be the beginning of The Supremacy ruling SCW with impunity forever…and Christian wants The New Xtremes to stop us? I don’t think so. We’ve been toying around with you guys for the past couple of months, but it ends at New Year’s Rising and the New Xtreme’s are put into their rightful place, worshipping the ground that the GOD of professional wrestling walks on! THAT IS ALL!”
The scene fades out as Jordan climbs into his car.
