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Climax Control Archives / Cross Assault Dream

« on: March 17, 2012, 07:54:00 PM »

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Vanessa: “Babe, it’s 3:45, come to bed.”

Jordan who is clearly in that weird moment where while he‘s awake, he‘s still not aware of what’s going on says confusingly: “After we open the box!”

Vanessa laughs and says: “What box babe?”

Jordan closes his eyes again and says: “The box.”

Vanessa turns to the TV to see that Jordan has the new game Street Fighter x Tekken on pause.

Vanessa: “Come on silly.”

Vanessa turns off the TV and Playstation 3 off, then turns to wake Jordan up again. Jordan is back in his deep sleep. Vanessa just smirks and grabs a throw blanket off the love seat and covers Jordan up. She kisses him on the forehead and turns out the lights. The camera fades out as Vanessa walks out of the room.

The camera fades into a shot just a few hours later where we see Jordan standing at the counter in his kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and reading the New York Times on his iPad. Vanessa walks into the kitchen while tying her bath robe.

Jordan: “Morning babe.”

Vanessa kisses Jordan on the cheek and says: “Good morning.”

Jordan takes a sip of coffee as he continues to read.

Vanessa grabs a glass cup from the cupboard and opens the refrigerator. She grabs the carton of orange juice and fills the glass halfway up. She closes the carton and puts it back into the refrigerator.

Taking a sip of orange, Vanessa asks: “What box did you need to open?”

Jordan looks at Vanessa somewhat embarrassed and says: “I had a dream I was in the Street Fighter game I just bought.”

Vanessa laughs and says: “That was weird!”

Jordan: “Hey what can I say? That game kicks ass. I had just beaten it too. I cant wait to play the kids!”

Vanessa walks up to Jordan and puts her arm around him and says: “You can live to be 100 and you’ll still be a kid at heart.”

Jordan takes a sip and says: “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Vanessa thinks for a moment then looks Jordan in the eyes and says: “That’s what I love about you.”

Jordan nods his head in agreement as Vanessa takes a drink from her glass.

Vanessa: “I can’t wait to go on our trip!”

Jordan: “I hope it doesn’t turn into a nightmare.”

Vanessa: “Why would you say that?”

Jordan: “Because, I don’t know how to ski…I can see me crashing into a tree and dying like Sonny Bono.”

Vanessa laughs and says: “You won’t hit a tree! And you certainly won’t die!”

Jordan: “Yeah…well…I dunno. I don’t have any confidence in my skiing abilities.”

Vanessa: “Once you get out there and get use to it, you’ll be fine.”

Jordan: “You act like you’ve done it before.”

Vanessa: “I have!”

Jordan surprisingly says: “Oh really!?”

Vanessa: “Yes. I‘ve had relationships before you.”

Jordan: “Oh like your ex-fiancée, Sean?”

Vanessa shakes her head in agreement.

Jordan: “Oh great, now I definitely don’t want to go.”

Vanessa mockingly says: “Aww poor baby!”

Jordan: “Smart ass.”

Vanessa: “Mmm hmm.”

Vanessa smirks as Jordan just rolls his eyes.

Vanessa: “Maria is very excited about this trip.”

Jordan: “She should be. I’m paying her to go on vacation.”

Vanessa hits Jordan on the shoulder and says: “Jordan!”

Jordan shrugs his shoulders and says: “What? The only reason she’s coming is because I’ll be back and forth between there, LA and where that SCW show is.”

Vanessa smiles as she takes a drink from her glass as the camera fades out.

The camera fades into a shot of beautiful snowy covered Big Bear Lake, California. The camera cuts immediately to a shot of Jordan flying down a slope on his skis flailing his arms around.

Jordan yells: “OH SHIT!”

Jordan swerves off to the side of the slope and crashes into an embankment.

Jordan: “GOD DAMN!”

Vanessa races down the slope like a pro to where Jordan crashed at. Vanessa lifts her goggles up and kneels next to Jordan.

Vanessa giggles and says: “Oh my god babe, are you okay!?”

Jordan lays on his back and throws his goggles to the side.

Jordan jokingly says: “Did my body leave an imprint in the snow?”

A confused Vanessa: “What?”

Jordan: “…you know, like on the cartoons where they crash in the snow, their whole body makes an imprint in the snow.”

Vanessa laughs and says: “Well, I guess you’re not hurt, or you wouldn’t be cracking jokes Johnny Carson.”

Jordan: “No, just had the wind knocked outta me…that was actually kind of fun.”

Vanessa with a grin on her face: “You’re not skiing anymore, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Jordan: “I’m sorry I’m not Lindsay-fucking-Vonn-like you. I didn’t have my fiancée teaching me to ski.”

Vanessa rolls her eyes as she helps Jordan to his feet and sarcastically says: “Well you have to admit, he’s a good teacher.”

Jordan looks at Vanessa with his eyes widen as big a fifty cent piece and says: “Did your mom or dad neglect you as a child or something and the pain is just now coming out or…”

Vanessa cuts Jordan off and says: “What?”

Jordan: “You on your period or something? Godly, you been sniping at me the past couple of days. This isn’t your nature to be such a douche bag. I mean, either you went to the Adam Carolla school of jokes or you’re pissed.”

Vanessa smirks and says: “Oh my god Jordan, can’t you take a joke? Or are you on your period?”

Jordan jokingly says: “Well, I’ve been spotting a bit, no heavy flow yet.”

The camera fades out as Vanessa laughs and playfully hits Jordan on the shoulder as they make their way up the hill.

The camera fades into the next day where we see Jordan and his personal assistant Carson driving down the road, on their way to the SCW show in Fontana, California. Jordan is sitting in the back seat as usual, as Carson drives. Jordan is drinking a bourbon and smoking cigar as he stares out the window looking at the passing cars. Ever so often, a passenger in a passing car will recognize him and wave.

Jordan: “Carson, I don’t know how many times man I told you NOT to pick me up in a Prius.”

Carson rolls his eyes and says: “Its good for the environment.”

Jordan: “Oh don’t give me that crap. This car is garbage. I don’t feel like I’m driving in a car. My kids’ power wheels have more fucking power than this piece of shit.”

Carson: “There is nothing wrong with doing my part in helping the planet.”

Jordan skeptically says: “Helping the planet. What do you do with your old cell phones huh? The lithium…”

Carson cuts off and says: “I take it to a recycling plant.”

Jordan takes a puff of his cigar and sits quietly as he has no come back. The camera fades out as Jordan takes a sip of Bourbon.

The camera fades into a shot later on that night backstage at the Hilton Garden Inn in Fontana, California where Jordan is standing next to Pussy Willow.

Pussy Willow: “I’m here with Jordan “PS” Williams. After a tough loss at Blaze of Glory, you team up with Casey Williams to challenge for the SCW Tag Team Championship when you two face the Aristocrats, the Surf Boys, and of course the champs, Wyatt Peterson and Sean Williams. Your thoughts?”

Jordan in a more of a serious tone tonight says: “You know I have a long, long history of tag team success in my career. From when I used to team with Omar as part of the Black Dragons, to teaming with Hugh Jazz in the IWA to teaming with the Rock, Vincent, Hot Stuff, Billy and now with my protégé in Japan Power Matsuzaka. All my teams have been ultra successful. We always won the titles and we have very long reigns as champs. I look at this team with Casey as no exception. It’s funny because I’ve always been comfortable as tag team wrestler. Its an easy transition. All my previous partners gelled well with me. We complemented each other well. Casey is yet another partner that is a great complement to what I do. Never before have I teamed with a guy that big. He’ll bring the raw power and strength and youth, I’ll bring my all around ability and knowledge.”

Jordan pauses for a moment as he rubs his wrist.

Jordan continues: “I’ll start first with the champs. You guys have been champs for a couple months now…I guess you don’t need to be a genius to know that I’m going to tell you-your reign as champs come to an end tonight. It’s not that you’re not good…it’s that you’re just not good enough. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…I’m on a whole other level than you guys have ever faced before. Same goes for the Surf Boys and Aristocrats. When we win these belts, we are going to establish this tag team division as the best. You know why? Because it will have the best of all time holding one half of the titles, that why. We won’t be stopping at the SCW Tag belts, we got an eye on the NWA World Tag Titles as well. But first, tonight we take the SCW Titles from Peterson and Williams and bring those belts home-where belong-in the New X-Treme’s camp. Why? Because I’m too good for ya!”

The camera fades as Jordan does his double guns pose.

Supercard Archives / Blaze of Glory

« on: February 24, 2012, 02:17:23 AM »

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All three men enter the car, with Max driving, Carson in the front passenger seat and Jordan in the back.

Jordan: “Okay, since you guys don’t like each other, it’s my job to bring us all together. We’re a family. I need you two to get along for business sake.”

Max looks at Carson grimly, who returns a cold glare.

Jordan: “We’re going to have a team building exercise. We’re going to play a game I call the Hypothetical Road Trip!”

Carson asks: “What do we have to do?”

Jordan in a giddy voice says: “Okay, you have to pick one person to ride with from the Santa Monica Pier to the Epcot Center…”

Max: “Oh okay, got it!”

Jordan with a sheepish grin on his face: “These people aren’t pleasant to be around…at least in my eyes. So pick the lesser of two evils in your view.”

Carson: “Okay, let’s do this!”

Jordan: “Who would you rather drive with? Guy who likes his own status on Facebook or guy who begs you to follow him on Twitter even though he isn’t a celebrity. Max, you first.”

Max thinks about it for a second and says: “I’d rather drive with Facebook guy-even though both guys are blow hards.”

Carson: “Twitter guy I suppose…”

Jordan makes the sound of a buzzer: “Sorry Carson, wrong answer. You see, Twitter guy is an egomaniac…coming from me, that’s a strong statement!”

Carson rolls his eyes and says: “Yeah, no kidding.”

Jordan: “Although Facebook guy is annoying, I can tolerate him a little bit more because Twitter guy would be telling me about all his tweets and people commenting on them…I couldn’t stand it. Next one. Occupy Wall Street guy or avid PETA member. Go ahead Carson.”

Carson: “I’d pick PETA member because at least that person cares a lot about the safety and treatment of animals.”

Max nods his head in disagreement: “What a shock you’d pick that. This is easy. Occupy Wall Street guy is right up my alley. We’d have lots to talk about…the shitty government for one.”

Jordan: “I’m sorry Carson. You’re wrong again. What if you got pulled over by the cops and the cop had on some…I don’t know fur boots…”

Carson scratches his head and says: “Fur boots???”

Jordan thinks for a second and says: “Ummm…yeah! He’s going to throw a can of paint on the cop and you guys get arrested for assault…it’ll be horrible.”

Carson: “Whatever!”

Max flashes a toothy grin.

The camera fades as they continue playing the game all the way to the Tokyo airport. For the record, Carson lost on purpose, Jordan loves driving him crazy.

The camera fades in to a shot the next day to a wide shot of the jam packed Palms Casino and Resort. The opening drum beat to "Miseria Cantare" plays as the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. Jordan is in his gear: black trunks, black kick pad boots and black knee pads. Under the knee pads, Jordan has both knees taped (think Triple H). Jordan has on white wrist tape and white tape on around all his fingers and thumbs. On the back of his trunks, written in lime green is 2G4U (his catch phrase “TOO GOOD FOR YA”)The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas. Jordan is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. Jordan surveys the arena as the cheers reach ear drum bursting decibel level.

Jordan waits for the cheers to die down and then playfully says: “Finally the day has come. Even though I pictured this day to come under different circumstances. The first time ever. The monumental collision. The irresistible force meeting the immovable object! Jordan “PS” Williams vs. “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward!”

The erupts into cheers.

Jordan: “The first ever in ring meeting between the former best friends and tag team partners!”

Jordan pauses for a moment and gets serious: “Not exactly the way I envisioned our first meeting to go down. It’s actually a tag team match with JT or Justin Underwood…I guess whatever he decides on this week and Mark vs. myself and Spike Staggs.”

The fans again cheer.

Jordan: “It’s all good though, because I finally get my hands on you Mark. By any means possible, whether it was a one on one match or a tag match, I wanted to have a match to ensure me and you finally meet and I can show who's best. However, I think my partner Spike wants to get at you worse. It’s funny Mark, you have a history of pissing off people who use to be your friends, stable mates, tag team partners, ex-girlfriends, former school mates, ex-teammates on your Pee Wee soccer…err…excuse me…football team back in England.”

Jordan looks at the fans-who continue to cheer him on.

Jordan gets serious again: “Long history of pissing people off, bro. Starting to sense a pattern here. This is why I caution you Justin, eventually you’ll get double crossed by the boy scout himself…ole Hot Stuff!”

Jordan pauses as he strokes his chin.

Jordan: “You know Mark, I don’t envy you one bit. I’ve talked to Spike ever since this match was announced and he’s been chompin’ at the bit to get you in the ring. Hell, like I said, he wants to beat the hell outta you more than I do. So tried calming him down during the week, tried to talk some sense into him. I wanted him to channel that rage. I wasn't getting through to him the way I wanted so it dawned on me…Why would I want this sick…demented...twisted individual such as Spike…why would I want to calm him down? Spike is like a caged animal. I realized, I want him hyped up, I want him full of anger and rage and I want him to take it out on you Mark. But I told him, as badly as he wants to kick your ass, I want to do the same. So I told him to leave enough for me!”

Jordan pauses as the fans cheer once more.

Jordan: “Mark and Justin, I will not be responsible for what happens in this ring later on tonight. I’m coming at you and Spike has all this pent up anger and rage and we’re prepared to rain down a shit storm onto you two! Mark I hope you took some sort of insurance policy out, because I think Spike is coming to hurt you…really bad. I just want to beat some god damn respect into you, bro. Spike is coming to maim you.”

Jordan looks around as the fans chant for Jordan.

Jordan leans on the ropes and continues: “I’ve looked forward to this night for a long time Hot Stuff. I know you run around saying you were the one carrying me, blah, blah, blah. Like I said, I was the heart and soul of that team. I was the engine. You were just a young pup learning his way. I kept us going. Its funny that you are still blind that fact. When we lock up in the ring tonight Hot Stuff, you’re going to see why I was the straw that stirred the drink. Why I was heart of that team. This is about respect Mark, nothing more, nothing less. Justin, you’re just an innocent bystander in this whole situation. Just because Spike and myself want to beat the hell outta Mark, doesn’t mean you won’t get some too. Justin, you’re stepping into the lion’s den. It’s not too late to turn back. Hell, Mark is gonna stab you in the back eventually, you better do unto him before he does unto you. I won’t blame you for backing outta this match. However, if you do decide to step into the ring…so help you god. This moment is just a little bit to big for you. Justin you don’t understand the size of the situation. Can you rise to the occasion? I’ve been in your shoes a long time ago. It’s a pressure situation. Can you up your game to prove you belong in there with a world class wrestler such as myself. If I was a betting man…and I am. I would label you a stay away.”

Jordan once again pauses as he scans the arena.

Jordan: “We’re about to find out, finally who’s better. I’d bet on me. Why? Because I’m too good….”

The fans finish off the phrase: “FOR YA!!!” as Jordan drops the microphone. The camera fades as Jordan plays to the crowd.

Supercard Archives / The Coffee Cup

« on: February 17, 2012, 01:27:00 AM »

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Vanessa, tying her bathrobe says: “Sweetie, what in the world are you doing?”

Jordan is off in his own little world and doesn’t hear Vanessa. Vanessa walks up to Jordan who has his entire 6’5” 255 lbs body in the cabinet under the sink. Vanessa smacks him on the butt, which startles Jordan which prompts him to react by bumping his head on a pipe.

Jordan in pain yells: “DAMN!!!”

Jordan pulls himself from under the sink as Vanessa stifles her laughter. Jordan is holding his head with a perturbed look on his face.

Jordan rubbing his head says: “Babe, what the fuck!?!?”

Vanessa tries to say with a straight face: “Well, I asked you what you were doing and you didn’t hear me, so I got your attention…”

Jordan: “…Yeah…well…you got it alright. You scared the shit outta me!”

Vanessa runs her fingers through her hair and asks: “Why are you making all this racket?”

Jordan stands up and grabs a dish towel and wipes the sweat from his brow and says: “Because, I can’t find my coffee cup.”

Vanessa: “Jordan we have a million coffee cups, just use one of them…”

Jordan quickly responds: “…because it’s not MY cup. I drink out of that cup every morning. Those other cups are different…this one’s…special.”

Vanessa rolls her eyes and says: “Oh my god! It holds the same amount as all the other ones we have!”

Jordan pauses and says: “You don’t understand…I drink coffee out of that cup EVERY morning I’m here…those other cups just aren’t the same.”

Vanessa: “Sweetie, I love you, but this is crazy. I’ll fix this problem for you.”

Vanessa walks over to the cupboards where they keep their coffee cups and grabs one. Vanessa then walks to the coffee pot and pours a cup for Jordan. Vanessa goes to hand Jordan the cup but Jordan refuses to grab it. Vanessa sits it on the counter next to Jordan.

Vanessa: “Stop acting like a baby and drink the coffee from this cup!”

Jordan childishly says: “NO!”

Jordan pushes the cup across the granite counter-top towards Vanessa.

Jordan: “I insist, you drink it.”

Vanessa: “Jordan, you know I don’t drink coffee anymore…you drink it because I don’t want you to be a bear all day long.”

Jordan folds his arms and says: “I’m not drinking any GOD DAMN COFFEE until I get MY GOD DAMN CUP!”

Vanessa is about to yell at Jordan but she calms herself down.

Vanessa: “Why is this cup so special to you? Is it because it says ‘Best Wrestler and Dad in the World?’”

Jordan: “That’s exactly why.”

Vanessa: “You don’t bring that cup with you on the road do you?”

Jordan: “Nope!”

Vanessa gets a tone as if she is talking to a child: “Well Jordan, what do you do when you’re on the road?”

Jordan: “I drink it from the cup they provide…”

Vanessa raises her voice and says: “THEN WHY IS THIS SO HARD!?!?!?”

Vanessa pushes the coffee cup across the counter to Jordan. Jordan looks down at the cup and looks up at Vanessa who just rolls her eyes.

Vanessa sighs and says: “The kids have more maturity than you Jordan. I don’t know why you can’t drink from any cup like a regular human being. It’s not like if you don’t drink out of that cup somehow your day is ruined.”

Jordan: “It will be. Because when I drink from that cup it makes me…never mind.”

Vanessa: “What? ”

Jordan shakes his head no.

Vanessa thinks for a moment and says: “You think if you don’t drink out the cup that somehow you aren’t the greatest wrestler and dad in the world?”

Jordan hangs his head low and says in a sad and low tone: “Yes.”

Vanessa again tries to stifle her laugh. Jordan gets fed up and storms out of the kitchen.

Vanessa: “Unbelievable.”

The camera cuts to Jordan entering his gym and immediately Jordan starts searching for his cup. Suddenly the other door that leads to outside opens up. In walks his accountant/business manager Max. Max comes in early every morning to get a work out.

Max enthusiastically shouts: “Morning boss!”

Jordan power walks up to Max. The closer Jordan gets to Max the more frightened Max gets.

Jordan grabs Max by the shirt and says: “You took it didn’t you-you son of a bitch!?”

Max drops his briefcase and says in a frightened tone: “Take what? What are you talking about?”

Jordan: “My coffee cup!”

Max: “N..n..no sir!”

Jordan stares at Max with a mean look on his face, but quickly comes to his senses a bit and lets go of Max.

A deflated Jordan says: “I’m sorry Max. I haven’t had my coffee yet…I’m on the edge.”

Max takes a deep breath and says: “Understood. I can run to Starbucks and get you one…”

Jordan: “No…you don’t understand, when I’m home I like to drink out of that specific cup everyday…”

Max cuts Jordan off seemingly knowing where Jordan is going and says: “Makes the day start off right…It’s like the cup has magical powers…as if you didn’t drink from it, you wouldn’t feel like the best in the world.”

Jordan looks at Max with pride and says: “Exactly. Now does that make me a weirdo?”

Max has a sheepish grin on his face and says: “Absolutely not. I have to do certain thing in the morning in the exact same order or else my day will go to shit.”

Jordan puts his arm around Max and says: “Max, you understand me more than my own wife. If I were a girl, I’d marry you!”

Max is beaming with pride. He loves getting praised by Jordan. They make their way to the office.

Jordan: “Help me find this cup.”

Max says with a smile: “Yes sir!”

The two begin tearing up Jordan’s office looking for his cup. After ten minutes of intense searching, Jordan and Max give up.

Jordan: “I don’t know where the hell it could possibly be. I set it right where I always do after I’m done drinking it. I know the cup didn’t get legs and walk away.”

Max thinks for a moment and offers a suggestion: “How about the kids?”

Jordan nods in agreement and says: “Its time to interrogate them!”

Max: “Who’s good cop, who’s bad cop?”

Jordan thinks for a second and says: “I’ll be the good cop, they don’t like you anyways.”

A baffled Max responds: “What? They love me!”

Jordan: “Naw, actually they think you’re scary looking. Makaylee thinks you’re a monster.”

Max searches for a response then says: “Well…”

Jordan: “By the way, when Carson comes here tell him-to tell you-I said clean this office up.”

Max thinks over what Jordan just said, scratches his head and say: “ Wait…what?”

Jordan shrugs his shoulder as Max is trying to understand why.

A confused Max says: “So you want me to tell Carson to tell me to clean the office.”

Jordan: “Right because I said so…in fact leave that part out.”

Max with a perplexed look on his face says: “Why don’t you tell me yourself?”

Jordan: “One, Carson isn’t here yet to take this note down…and he’s the guy I get to tell everyone what I want them to do. Besides, I don’t want you to hate me for telling you directly to clean the office. I know you don’t like Carson, I just don’t want to be the dick-head boss. It sounds better coming from him…or worse…however you want to interpret that.”

Max:” I still don’t…”

Jordan cuts Max off while slapping him on the back at the same time and says: “Good times, buddy.”

Jordan walks off to find his coffee cup as Max who earlier was beaming with pride is now deflated as he stares at the huge mess they mad in Jordan’s office.

The camera then cuts to Jordan arriving at the dining room where the kids are settling in and waiting for their breakfast. The twins are playing on the respective I pads as Jayden peaks over their shoulder to watch them play and Makaylee is sitting in her high chair playing with her toys.

Jordan: “Good morning kids.”

The kids collectively say good morning as Jordan looks at them with an investigative eye. Jordan makes his way over to Makaylee to see if one of her toys isn’t the coffee cup. Jordan then makes his way over to Jayden and kneels down next to him.

Jordan: “Do you know where my coffee cup is son?”

Jayden innocently says: “No!”

Jessica jumps in and says: “Daddy, why don’t you use the other ones?”

Jordan: “Because that’s my favorite cup, I feel weird drinking out another cup.”

Vanessa walks into dining room with the breakfast food.

Natasha: “Daddy, you’re silly. It’s just a cup!”

Vanessa smirks and says: “See even a seven year old knows you‘re crazy!”

Jordan closes his eyes as he is clearly irritated.

Vanessa says in a mocking tone: “Just come and eat…or does it not feel right?”

Jordan glares at Vanessa as he has a seat at the table. The camera fades out as Jordan sits there dejected eating his breakfast.

The camera fades into a shot about an hour later as Jordan is coming down the steps from just having a shower. Jordan still has an irritated look on his face as he walks to the den where Max is awaiting him as they are doing some prep work for tax season. Jordan puts on a tight muscle t-shirt as he walks into the den. Jordan blocks off the den with a gate designed for kids protection. Jordan sits down next to Max as Max is pouring over some paperwork.

Max: Okay boss, we have a lot to go over today.

Jordan lets out a grunt.

Max: “Sorry, but with Vanessa opening more and more fitness chains, this stuff gets worse.”

Jordan pulls his shirt over his head and says: “No, it’s not that, its my coffee cup…I miss it.”

Max: “I understand Jordan.”

Jordan glumly says in a whiny tone: “I’MMMMM SOOOO MIISSERRRRABBBLEE!!!!!!!”

Max: “By the way, that thing you told me to Carson to tell me to do? I already finished it up!”

Jordan still in the glum, whiny tone: “I DON’T CARE!…tell him to tell you anyways!”

Suddenly the door bell rings as Max gets a perturbed look on his face .

Jordan to himself: “That better be God with my coffee mug.”

After a few seconds Vanessa answers the door as they are expecting Maria the Nanny. Jordan takes his shirt from over his head and stares off into the adjacent room-the kitchen. Maria walks into the kitchen as Jordan gets half sadistic look on his face as he notices Maria setting a white cup on the counter. Suddenly Jordan leaps up off the couch like a lion pouncing on its prey; Jordan then easily leaps over the gate-showing he still has great athleticism. Jordan startles Maria as he storms into the kitchen.

Jordan enthusiastically says: “MY CUP!!!”

Maria puts her hand over her heart and says something in Spanish. Jordan replies back to her in Spanish as well. Maria as an astounded look on her face as she didn’t know Jordan was fluent in Spanish. Jordan continues speaking in Spanish at Maria about his coffee cup. Eventually Jordan and Maria come to an understanding and she gives Jordan a big hug. Maria leaves the kitchen to tend to the children as Jordan begins to make his coffee. Vanessa comes into the kitchen and Jordan holds his cup with an ear-to-ear grin.

Jordan starts singing: “I got my cup! I got my cup!”

Vanessa rolls her eyes with her hands on her hips and then says: “Oh great, now can you act like a civilized adult?”

Jordan: “Not until I drink my coffee!”

Vanessa can’t do nothing but laugh at how foolish Jordan is acting.

Vanessa: “Listen, I have a dinner tonight with this advertising guy and he keeps on insisting that I bring a female friend…”

Jordan cuts Vanessa off and says: “He’s trying to have sex with you.”

Vanessa: “I know so, I want you to come. His company has a lot of great ideas and they are the best in the area…So I want you to come so he can get the message, I’m only dealing with him because of business.”

Jordan: “Babe, you know I got your back. Ain’t nobody fuckin’ you but me!”

Vanessa hits Jordan on the shoulder and says: “Jordan! The kids could of heard you!”

Jordan: “I got an idea…”

Vanessa cuts Jordan off and says: “You’re not going to beat him up!”

Jordan laughs and says: “No! I want to see how he acts before I show up. I’ll sit at another table and you act like your female friend is running late. I wanna see how far this douche bag goes.”

Vanessa thinks it over and says: “Umm…okay…but please no fighting and don’t wait too long. I don’t want things to get creepy.”

Jordan looks at Vanessa assuredly and says: “Babe, I got this!”

Vanessa kisses Jordan on the cheek and says: “Thanks sweetie!”

The camera fades out as Vanessa walks off as Jordan goes back to watching his coffee being made.

The camera fades into a shot inside Jordan’s gym once again as he is setting up for a promo to send in for the SCW Blaze of Glory super card. Max is manning the camera as Jordan is preparing himself for the promo. Max gives Jordan his cue as he starts recording…

Jordan: “It had to happen sooner or later. It always happens. Let’s face it, as far as I’m concerned, only a few things are guaranteed in life: death, taxes and tag teams breaking up and facing off against one another. But you see, this is different. Hot Stuff, you didn’t go with another manager for more money…I didn’t steal your girlfriend…You didn’t cost me a chance at a World Title…I didn’t throw you through a Barber Shop window. We technically never broke up…we never had a falling out. So why is it that we are on the opposite sides of a tag team match instead of on the same side like we’re use to, partner?”

Jordan pauses for a moment looks at the ground and then looks back at the camera with a smile on his face.

Jordan: “Why did I show up at the last super card-to the shock of the wrestling world and even more of a shock, I didn’t show up to save the day for you Mark…I, instead took you out. I spoke about how to kill a monster a few weeks ago…that’s why I did it. The monster ego of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. As its been stated many of times that yes, I did train Mark at the behest of your father. Yes, you were my best student. Yes, we became best friends and the best tag team. During all the times we hung out-traveling, working out, partying, you were always looking at how I conducted myself and you did exactly what I did. I’ve been accused of having a large ego and being a dick from time to time and you picked up on all of that. Hey you were young and I was setting the example for you--both good and bad and you followed suit. You followed in my footsteps and then you tore a path for yourself and became one of the best in the wrestling world. I taught you to take whatever you want and don’t care who you step on. I guess you can say I helped create the monster we see today.”

Jordan again pauses and scratches his fore head and continues.

Jordan: “I wasn’t surprised Mark, that you became a multiple time World Champion. Hey, the reason I never won anymore because you and Billy were kicking ass and you two were on a roll at that time. I will freely admit that. To say that I was jealous…maybe, but hey, I was more proud than I was jealous because you made it to the top and became a great champion. However Mark, the more successful you became, the less we talked. The gap of communication between you and I became wider to the point, I could never could get a hold of you. See, the difference between you and I was, I never forgot where I came from, I never would’ve shunned my trainer and friend, no matter how successful I became, but you did and that’s the source of my resentment towards you. Hey, all it could’ve took was a me and you to sit down, have a beer and talk this shit out. I’ve been out the business for a while and you have gotten even more out of control, bro.

Jordan looks strokes his chin and continues.

Jordan: “This all could’ve been settled a long time ago, bro. It didn’t have to be like this. This isn’t THAT personal…especially like on the level of you and Spike. Maybe this could be settled with a hug…who knows?”

Jordan smirks and shakes his head no as he continues.

Jordan: “It won’t be that easy. I’m going to have to beat some respect into you, bro. I know you…you’re hard headed. So it’ll take a couple of rounds of me beating the hell out of you to get your attention. First thing I taught you was respect…evidently that wore off or something. So come the 26th I will do what I should’ve done along time ago before you spiraled out of control and that’s whoop your ass Mark.”

Jordan pauses once more before finishing the promo.

Jordan: “Don’t think I forgot about you Justin Underwood. Justin, you don’t realize it, but Mark just threw you to the wolves. Spike and I both have issues with Mark and we won’t stop until we get him. Not that I’m over looking you, hell you’re a former SCW Heavyweight Champion, so I respect that, but that don’t mean you’re in my league son. See this is grown man business and you’re going to get schooled when you step inside that ring. You’re just a pawn in Mark’s game. In the end you won’t mean shit to him, you’ll realize that eventually but at Blaze of Glory, you’re going to see that you’re in WAY over your head. You’ll be in the ring with a world class wrestler. I’m a few steps above anyone you’ve ever faced in your life, I can assure you of that. So if I was you, I’d do my best not to tag into the match because if you do, you are going to find out exactly why I’m greatest in the world. See, this will be a world-wind experience for you…this is just another day at the office for me, son. Grudge Match it says…that’s an understatement and you two will find out on the 26th, why? Because I’m too good for ya!”

The camera fades on a close up of Jordan face.

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Marco in a strong New Jersey accent: “Howya doin huh?”

Marco slaps Jordan on the back as both men sit down at the bar.

Jordan: “Hey Marco, this is my Assistant, Carson…Carson this is an old friend of mine, Marco Garcia.”

Marco and Carson shake hands and Marco says: “Assistant, whattya a fuckin’ top flight executive of a Fortune 500 company or sumptin?”

Jordan laughs and says: “Yes!!!”

All three laugh. Marco and Jordan go way back. Jordan got Marco booked on his first tour of Japan and was a catalyst for Marco coming to GCW. Also, Marco and his family are friends of Vanessa’s family. Now that he doesn’t wrestle anymore, Marco is one of the top lieutenants of one of New Jersey’s most notorious Italian crime families, the Garzoni’s. Marco orders a drink.

Marco: “So whattya doin in Vegas? Getting some action on the playoffs?”

Jordan laughs and says: “Shit…you know it. I’m catching a flight to Reno for a show.”

Marco: “You wrestling again?”

Jordan: “Yeah…just part time though.”

Marco nods in agreement and says: “Oh cool. I haven’t been in the ring in ages.”

Jordan takes a sip of his drink and says: “What you doing out here?”

Marco in an uneasy tone: “Family business.”

Jordan smacks the bar and says: “Say no more! You’re probably burying people alive out in the desert like on Casino!”

Marco and Carson laugh.

Marco receives his drink, takes a sip and says with a grin: “…Yeah…sumptin like that. So, why ya wrestling? Need money?”

Jordan looks at Carson and says: “Why do people think that?”

Carson shrugs his shoulders.

Marco: “Just sayin…If you guys needed money, Vanessa knows who to call and we get that taken care of…”

Jordan laughs and says: “Naw man, I’m doing it because I kind of miss it, you know?”

Marco nods and says: “Sure…I do from time to time.”

Jordan: “Plus the kids never seen me wrestle, so it’ll be cool.”

Marco: “Oh...I apologize, I forgot to ask about the family. How is Vanessa and the kids?”

Jordan: “They’re doing great man. I’m blessed to have them.”

Marco: “Good bro. Glad to hear that.”

Jordan and Marco continue talking and drinking. The camera cuts to Jordan telling Carson a story about Marco.

Jordan: “…we were in this bar in…I think Minneapolis, it was Marco, me, Paul, Dre, and few other guys drinking and playing pool and this big white guy comes up to Marco and starts talking shit…”

Marco: “…Yeah that dick-head was bigger than me…I’m 6’7 and was around 280 pounds back then…He was a fat guy though, but I remember he was taller than me…”

Jordan: “…he kept on Marco about wrestling being fake and blah, blah, blah…you know typical shit we always hear, I was paying it no mind but…”

Marco: “...But you know how us Italians are…”

Jordan laughs and says: “Right! But yeah he said something about dropping a load on your girl’s face, right?”

Marco grins and says: “Yeah…I don’t know why that pissed me off, but it doesn‘t take much to piss me off…”

Jordan: “Then you lay into him…I’ll tell you Carson, I never seen a guy get his ass whooped so bad!!! Marco broke bottles on his head and broke the dude’s hand with a bar stool. But that wasn’t enough for the guy!”

Marco: “That’s right ‘cause he kept talking shit and he called Dre the “N” word…”

Jordan: “Carson, you don’t know Dre. Dre is unstable as it is. If ANY one says that word to him or around him he flips and Dre was smoking weed…he don’t like to waste his weed and he took his blunt and burned the guy!”

Carson shockingly says: “Oh my!”

Marco laughs as Jordan continues: “Then Dre threw the guy on the pool table and pulled the dude’s pants down and grabbed a pool stick…”

Marco to Carson: “This is my favorite part of the story!”

Jordan exclaims: “Dre shoves the stick up the guy’s ass!”

Jordan and Marco: “WITH NO GREASE!!!”

Both men laugh out loud.

Carson gets disgusted and says: “Jeez….”

Jordan: “Then Marco takes another stick and breaks the stick over his head…it was great!”

Jordan and Marco laugh hard as Carson looks on in horror.

Jordan: “But, the bar owner loved us because we spent a lot of money when we came in town and tipped his waitresses good, so no cops were called.”

The camera fades out as Jordan and Marco continue telling road stories.

The camera fades in to a shot later in the evening to a wide shot of the jam packed Reno Sparks Convention Center. The opening drum beat to "Miseria Cantare" plays as the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. Jordan is in his new gear: black trunks, black kick pad boots and black knee pads. Under the knee pads, Jordan has both knees taped (think Triple H). Jordan has on white wrist tape and white tape on around all his fingers and thumbs. On the back of his trunks, written in lime green is 2G4U (his catch phrase “TOO GOOD FOR YA”)The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas. Jordan is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. Jordan surveys the arena as the cheers reach ear drum bursting decibel level.

Jordan: “Tonight I get my first singles match against someone I’m a little familiar with, Rix Usher.”

The fans boo at the sound of Rix’s name.

Jordan: “Rix, tonight you make your return to the ring…This is my first singles match here and I’m gonna show everyone in this building to the people at home to the boys in the back just why I am THE best wrestler to ever step into this ring. You know Rix, I’m not surprised that you came back and aligned yourself with Mark. You wanna know why? From the time we let you hang around the Perfection Connection back in the day, you always hung around Mark. You were riding his coat tails and that’s fine…you were a young guy coming up in the world of professional wrestling and we all needed mentors. That veteran to pull you aside and show you the ropes and to help you along. After a while, you move on and start making your own name and doing things on your own. Here we are…some years later and you’re still riding on Mark’s coat tails to make it to the top…”

The fans in the arena cheer in support.

Jordan continues: “Even Mark knew when it was time to go at it alone, he did it and I commend him for that..”

The fans boo.

Jordan: “But see Rix, you wanna have Mark in your back pocket to make sure the ball bounces your way and make sure the odds are stacked in your favor. Tonight though, Mark isn’t going to help you. None of the others who kiss his ass can help you. Once you step into this ring, all the little MMA training and all your years in this business won’t be enough to prepare you for the ass kicking you’re about to receive!”

The fans erupt into cheers as Jordan nods in approval.

Jordan: You know just as a side note, when did everyone in wrestling turn into MMA fighters? Rix, this isn't some MMA cage fight, but if you want to throw down, I can do it with the best of them. I can do it all, son. This is my sanctuary...this is my world...You're going to find that out first hand! I am going to physically and mentally break you down Rix...After I am done with you, you will wonder why did you come back...I will systematically destroy so bad, you're going to question your own very existence.

The fans cheer in support of Jordan.

Jordan: “Rix, when you step into the ring and you look across at the man, the myth, the legend himself…ME! You will realize you made the biggest mistake in your life by making your return. I'm not some noob, you will be in the ring with greatness. And after I beat the holy hell outta you, you can thank Mark for leading you to slaughter. His mouth is writing checks that you can’t cash. A little advice to you Rix and you too Mark, when you come at the King, you best not miss. Why? Because I’m TOO GOOD…”

The crowd finishes the rest of the quote off: “FOR YA!”

Jordan tosses the microphone down as "Miseria Cantare" plays. The fans erupts into deafening cheers as Jordan climbs to the turnbuckles and plays to the crowd. The camera fades as Jordan exit’s the ring and walk back up the aisle as the fans cheer him on.

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The camera opens up to a night time shot outside the SCW office building. Jordan has just wrapped up his promo and is walking outside. Jordan has his suit jacket draped over his left shoulder as he digs into his pocket for his phone. Jordan has a perturbed look on his phone as a he dials a number. Whoever he called picks up.

Jordan in a pissed off tone: “Rob…what the fuck man- where the hell are you?…Well hurry the fuck up man, I’m standing out here waiting on you like a kid waiting on his mom to pick him up from school…Yeah, I figured you got into something…Alright, see ya.”

Jordan hangs up as the lights of a vehicle start driving up to him.

A puzzled Jordan says: “That ain’t no f’n limo.”

A Toyota Prius pulls next to Jordan and honks the horn. The driver puts the car in park and steps out. Jordan’s goes from puzzled to disappointed.

Person: “Jordan! What the hell man, you’re suppose to have your ass in San Diego, not Vegas! That’s where the show is.”

Jordan rolls his eyes and shakes his head: “I know Carson…”

Carson cuts Jordan off and says: “What are you doing here then?”

Jordan unenthusiastically says: “Well I didn’t know. I didn’t check my ticket or anything…then Rob called and I told him I was going to Vegas for a show then he came and got me.”

Carson: “Oh…”

Jordan: “This is called Sin City Wrestling, why would they have a show in San Diego? By the way, why do you care? You’re just my Assistant…”

Carson: “I care because it’s my job to care Jordan.”

Jordan shakes his head and says: “Besides the guys inside already told me.”

Carson: “Okay, well, let’s go, I’ll drive us there.”

Jordan: “First of all, if we were going to drive to San Diego, we’re not driving in the fuckin’ thing. Second of all, I already texted Rob about the blunder and he’ll fly us there.”

Carson: “Okay well…”

Jordan cuts Carson off and says: “Who put you up to this? I bet it was Vanessa.”

Carson sighs and says: “Yes, she told me to come out here to…”

Jordan: “To what? Baby sit me?”

Carson: “Not exactly.”

Jordan shakes his head: “God damn, she not trust me?”

Carson: “I’m not saying anything and I’m not getting in the middle of this.”

Jordan: “Yeah, except you are…I’m gonna call her right now! This is bullshit!”

Carson raises his eyebrows and shakes his head as Jordan calls his wife.

Jordan in a angry tone: “Vanessa! Why did you send Carson out here to baby sit me?”

Vanessa: “Don’t start with me Jordan! You know why.”

Jordan: “You don’t trust me huh? That’s what it is!”

Vanessa: “Yes…I don’t want you to get into any trouble and you’re not going to gamble tons of money away.”

A puzzled Jordan: “Wait…what?”

Vanessa: “You heard me, plus you’ve been forgetful lately. I told you-you need to see a doctor about this. I’m very concerned.”

Jordan: “That’s bullshit babe, I’m fine okay? The next time you send Carson, tell him to pick a different car…He tells everyone that he’s not gay, but he keeps letting the evidence mount.”

Vanessa says with a chuckle: “Shush babe…now you behave and don’t go to the dark side. Promise?

A deflated Jordan says: “Promise. Love you.”

Vanessa: “I love you.”

Jordan hangs up the phone and let’s out a huge sigh.

Carson: “I told you a hundred times, I’m not gay…”

Jordan cuts Carson off and says: “Look Carson, it’s okay to be gay dude…it’s 2012 man.”

Carson sighs and rolls his says: “I’m not gay Jordan.”

Jordan: “I mean you frost your tips, you tan, you drive weird cars like this Prius, you go through a bottle of Purell everyday, you wax your body more than me! I’m a wrestler, I gotta wax my body. Being hairy isn’t part of my gimmick!”

Carson laughs and says: “They call that being a metro sexual, Jordan.”

Jordan: “You keep saying that, I still don’t know what that means…”

Carson smiles and says: “It means…never mind. When is Rob coming?”

Just as Carson says that, Rob Anderson’s limousine pulls up. The driver gets out and quickly opens the door for Jordan.

Carson: Well, I’ll meet you sometime later tonight.

Jordan nods as he gets inside the limo. The camera fades out as Carson pulls out his phone and starts texting.

The camera fades in to a shot late at night of a trendy night club. The camera cuts to a shot of Jordan and Rob walking to the VIP portion of the club. There is already a set up of exotic liquors and wines awaiting both men and-per request of Rob-their own bartender. Both men have a seat as the bartender serves them up their drinks.

Rob: “Dang man, I knew you gambled, but man you laid down some heavy dollars on those games.”

Jordan takes a sip of his drink and says: “Shit, I only play for big stakes, man. That’s why we played against those guys. They only play for big money too.”

Rob takes a drink and shakes his head in astonishment: “Yeah but $500,000 per hand is nuts!”

Jordan raises his eyebrows and says: “Those guys we were playing against have big dollars like you. I’ve sat in games were there was 10 million per hand man. They got that kind of bread to piss away like that. They fly in from Russia, London, China, Hong Kong just to play and when they come…lemme tell you something, they ain’t playing for $100 prize…these kats play for it all. I seen on one hand, this guy put up his 49% of his company, private jet, AND all his private islands he owned…the fucker lost too!”

Both men laugh and Jordan takes a drink.

Jordan continues: “Shit I call that a Life game. Cuz if I lose that game, my life is over!”

Rob laughs and says: “Hey but if you win…you just made life that much easier…”

Jordan nods in agreement as he takes a drink: “Yeah but if Vanessa even caught wind of me being near a casino, she’ll kill me! She said my ass is banned from even looking at a casino!!”

Rob laughs as they both continue talking and take pictures with the occasional fan who recognize them. After a while a bachelor party arrives. After a while a man from the bachelor party asks Jordan to come up to the bar and say some words of encouragement. At this point Jordan is wasted, however Jordan obliges. Jordan gets up with the help of Rob and they make their way to the bar. At the same time Carson arrives at the bar looking for Jordan. He searches feverishly for Jordan but to no avail. The bachelor party crew see Jordan and they go nuts. Jordan sloppily high fives a few of them as he’s handed a microphone. Jordan tells Rob he wants to stand on top of the bar. Rob helps the drunken Jordan climb up to the bar. Rob who is just about drunk as Jordan climbs up to the bar top as well.

Jordan while slurring his speech says: “Ya know…I’m gonna be real with ya’ll…I mean that’s how I’m gonna be…real!”

Rob puts his arm around Jordan and says: “Preach on brother!”

Jordan: “I’m gonna be real…Marriage sucks bad…To the dude getting married…cancel the wedding and get out…”

The party of guys clap in approval as Jordan shakes his head in agreement.

Jordan: “Cuz havin a wife…she’ll nag you…she’ll become your account…your daddy…your mama…your pastor…your accountant…everything!”

Rob screams: “DON’T DO IT MAN!”

Jordan looks at Rob and says: “Dude…this is my moment…I gotta preach here…We’re in church!”

Rob: “Sorry man…just got caught up in the moment!”

Jordan: “It’s okay…Now, guy who’s getting married…Have a few drinks with your guys…on Rob…he’ll pay for it…”

Rob: “It’s all good baby, yeah!”

In this moment, Carson spots Jordan and says to himself: “Oh dear god!”

Carson makes his way to the bar where Jordan and Rob are located. Also in the moment, Rob realizes what Jordan said and scratches his head.

Jordan: “But…in the mean time…LETS DRINKS SOME BEERS AND RAPE!!!!”

The bachelor party crew erupts into cheers as Jordan pumps his fist hard into the air. Party music again fills the club once again. Jordan starts to dance on top of the bar as Rob slowly climbs off the bar. Rob offers to help Jordan down but Jordan ignores him and goes into a Michael Jackson inspired kick. Jordan starts to moonwalk to the delight of the patrons. As Jordan moonwalks, he veers off to the edge of the bar top and falls off-crashing into the bottles of liquor!!!! The bartenders attend to Jordan as the bouncers also come around to help. Carson hops over the bar as Rob pounds the bar top while laughing. Carson and the bartenders help Jordan to his feet.

Jordan deliriously belts out: “AWWWW…I’VE BEEN SHOT!”

Carson: “You haven’t been shot Jordan. My god, you’re drunk.

Jordan tries pointing his finger at Carson and says: “Don’t you dare…say…anything…to…the…wife!”

A bouncer says: “Okay, I think this guy has had enough for the day.”

Carson puts Jordan arm around him and props him up and says: “I second that.”

Carson helps Jordan around the bar. Jordan gathers himself enough to stumble on his own. The camera fades as Jordan, Carson and Rob exit the club. The camera cuts to a scene where they arrive in Carson’s Prius to Rob’s condo complex. Jordan and Rob exit the back seat.

Jordan slams his door and says: “Damnit Carson…I told you I wasn’t gonna…ride in this shit…how did you find me?”

Carson: “Oh well, you guys are here now. I found you because you posted it to Facebook. I’ll call you in a few hours so we can a move on to San Diego.”

Jordan: “FUCK!”

Jordan and Rob make their way to the door of Rob’s condo when the three flight attendants from earlier in the day, were awaiting their arrival. Carson gets wide eyed and goes rushing up to the door.

Carson: “Jordan! C’mon man, you’re married!”

Rob: “Relax man…there’s plenty to go around!”

Carson: “No I won’t relax!”

Jordan: “Don’t worry about it Rob, he’s gay.”

Rob shrugs his shoulders as Carson rolls his eyes. Rob says: “Cool, more for me then!”

Carson yells: “FOR CHRIST’S SAKE I AM NOT GAY!!!!”

Jordan: “Well, if you are a dude…then you won’t tell…it’s guy code…you are still a guy, right?”

Carson: “Of course…that’s not that point…you have a wife and ki…”

Before Carson can finish, Jordan slams the door in his face. Carson turns around in disgust and begins to walk to his car. Carson gets into his car and pulls out his phone. The camera fades as Carson contemplates what to do.

The camera opens up to a shot of a little mom and pop diner in San Diego, California around 11 AM. Jordan and Carson are eating breakfast. Rob is reading his financial reports for the day while drinking a cup of coffee.

Jordan takes a bite of scrambled eggs and says: “Shit Rob, I know you can your breakfast made by a chef and shit, but this is REAL food. There’s nothing like a great breakfast from a greasy diner…”

Rob and Carson laugh.

Jordan continues: “…just like the old days when we drove a Ford Taurus with four dudes crammed into that bitch!”

Rob smirks: “Yeah, but I don’t got to worry about these dirty people making my food either. At least I can eat my food confident my chef didn’t spit or jerk off in my food…or wipe my French toast with his balls!”

Jordan and Carson laugh.

Jordan: “That you know of!”

Rob laughs and says: “If Mario did that, I’d kick his ass! Besides, you'll be puking and shitting your guts out in about 30 minutes.”

Jordan: "That's how you know its good!"

All three laugh. Jordan continues eating as Carson sips his orange juice. During the course of the meal, Carson is texting Vanessa. Their pretty waitress comes with the bill and takes their plates. Rob looks at the waitress-whom has a nice figure and then looks at Jordan with a “she’s fine” look on his face. The waitress walks away with their plates as she smiles at Rob.

Rob: “Damn, I’d love to get some of that. It’s been a while since I banged waitress!”

Carson rolls his eyes as Jordan laughs.

Jordan turns to Carson and says in a low, worried tone: “Listen Carson, I hope you didn’t tell Vanessa about what happened this morning.”

Carson: “I didn’t.”

Jordan: “Because nothing happened.”

Carson sternly says: ‘Of course not.”

Jordan raises his voice a little while saying: “NOTHING happened!”

Carson smartly says: “I know…but, I will say she is my friend first before I’m your assistant.”

Jordan gets annoyed and says: “Just don’t say shit, okay?”

Carson in an annoyed tone: “Sure thing, boss.”

The camera fades out as all three get up and go to pay. The camera fades into a shot of the parking lot of the Aztec Aquaplex. The air is crisp with a nice breeze. The camera picks up on Jordan and Carson walking to the wrestler entrance. Rob is across town “getting to know the waitress”.

Carson: “Before we head back to Atlanta, you have a few appearances to make in L.A. tomorrow.

Jordan adjusts his sunglasses and says: “Cool.”

Carson: “They’re for pod casts. One is with Bill Simmons and the other is with Adam Carolla.

Jordan nods his head in approval as he adjusts his bag that holds his gear in it.

Jordan: “Damn, I need to move the family out here. It’s gorgeous out today.”

Carson: “Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

As Jordan and Carson continue to walk to the entrance, fans who arrived early yell at Jordan. Jordan gives them a big grin and a nod.

Random fan: “KICK ASS TONIGHT JORDAN!!!”

Jordan yells back: “ALWAYS DO!”

The fans cheer as Jordan and Carson walk into the arena. Jordan walks to the locker room as Carson walks to the office. Jordan greets a few wrestlers and employees on his way to the locker room. The camera shot fades as Jordan enters the locker room.

The camera fades in to a shot later in the evening to a wide shot of the jam packed Aztec Aquaplex. The opening drum beat to "Miseria Cantare" plays as the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. Jordan is in his new gear: black trunks, black kick pad boots and black knee pads. Under the knee pads, Jordan has both knees taped (think Triple H). Jordan has his white wrist tape and white tape on his fingers and thumbs. On the back of his trunks, written in lime green is 2G4U (his catch phrase “TOO GOOD FOR YA”)The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas. Jordan is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. Jordan surveys the arena as the cheers reach ear drum bursting decibel level. The fans are chanting “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” Jordan looks to become over come with emotion. Jordan bows and mouths thank you, but the cheers are so deafening. Jordan brings the microphone up to his mouth to speak, but the cheers won’t die down. Jordan shakes his head in disbelief at the reception he’s getting. Jordan tries to speak one more time but the cheers continue. Jordan does the “I’m not worthy” gesture to the fans as the cheers continue to grow louder. Jordan walks around the ring and soaks in the cheers. Cheers die down just a bit as Jordan puts the mic up to his mouth to speak.

Jordan humbly says: “I literally have goosebumps now…wow!”

The fans erupt into cheers!

Jordan: “Seriously, this is great!”

The fans cheer loudly.

Jordan in a humbled tone: “You guys never cease to amaze me. You show me love no matter what. I’ll take this moment to the grave, real talk!”

The fans cheer once more and chant: “THANK YOU JORDAN! THANK YOU JORDAN!”

Jordan switches into his brash, cocky persona and says in his boisterous tone: “Now that we got that shit out the way! Tonight is the night! A HUGE six man tag team match! On one side we have Kain, Casey Williams and Nick Jones…”

The fans boo loudly.”

Jordan continues: “I don’t know much about you Kain…Casey, I hope you’re not my son…Nick, you’re like me if I was white and if I sucked!”

The crowd burst into laughter and cheers as Jordan nods his head.

Jordan: “Then on the other side, there’s my fellow Texan, Wyatt Peterson!”

The crowd cheers!

Jordan: “A lot of people don’t know this, but I was born and lived in Texas the first twelve years of my life. Hook Em!”

Jordan throws up the Hook Em Horns for the University of Texas college.

Jordan: “Then…there’s the man who reached out to me and is responsible for bringing me back, Spike Staggs!”

The fans clap and cheer!

Jordan: “Now people wanna know my reasons for doing what I did. I’ll let Spike explain that. Other reason why I’m here is to bring this place to the next level! No one in SCW has ever got in the ring with someone like me! The living legend is back and tonight my opponents are going to find out first hand. Ever since this matched was signed, I’m sure you boys have asked Hot Stuff all about me, trying to get the inside track on me…seeing how I trained Hot Stuff. But see the thing is, while I did train Hot Stuff and we teamed for a long time, he doesn’t know all the tricks of trade. See I taught him everything he knows, not everything I know! So don’t bother asking Hot Stuff for advice. The funny thing is, I’m glad my first back is a six man, because that’s three people’s ass I can whoop!”

The fans erupt into cheers.

Jordan: “I hope you guys studied my matches on tape…or DVD…or i-Pad…or tablet…or Smart Phone…YouTube…Facebook…or Twitter! But let me tell you, ain’t nothing like being there in person, to face the man…the myth…the legend himself, Jordan “PS” Williams!”

The fans start chanting “JORDAN! JORDAN! JORDAN!”

Jordan waits for the chant to die and says: “You’re gonna find out I’m no washed up legend. This isn’t some comeback that ends in a tragedy. Tonight, I continue adding to my legend…writing the next chapter in my book that will be read until the end of time! Kain, Williams, Jones…welcome to MY WORLD! We walk out the winners tonight, why? Cuz I’m TOO GOOD…”

Jordan drops the mic as the crowd finishes off the catch phrase: “FOR YA!” “Miseria Cantare” blares in the back as Jordan flashes his cocky grin to the camera. The fans erupt into cheers as Jordan starts applauding and thanking the fans. Jordan climbs out the ring and runs around the ring slapping high fives with the fans. The camera fades as Jordan walks up the aisle doing the double guns pose.

(OOC: Please don't get offended about the gay comments in this RP. It wasn't gay bashing. Just friendly ball busting humor/suggesting he come out as being gay, even though the character in question isn't gay. Thanks)

Climax Control Archives / Back and better than ever

« on: December 31, 2011, 09:49:45 PM »

The camera opens up to a shot of the early morning sky with the sounds of birds chirping in the back ground and the a low wind kicking in as the sun slowly rises for the day. A soft, humbled voice is heard as the camera stays on the sun rising

“The site of the sun rising can have so many means…the start of new beginnings, new life…or just simply the start of the day. I see it as all those things; especially now. A long time ago, my career ended in a match against Chris Jericho for the GCW World Heavyweight Title. A lot of questions were asked, ‘Jordan, why did you agree to a match in which you put your career on the line against Jericho?’ Hey I do things on the fly…I go with the flow. I make decisions based on emotions. Some say it’s a stupid thing to think with your heart and not your head. Hindsight being 20/20 that was a dumb decision. Hey I’m not a perfect person, but I was so confident in beating him, but I fell short. So I felt if I couldn’t beat him, I don’t need to wrestle anymore. Not just that the flame inside me burned out. I just didn’t want it. If I would’ve won the match, then great, I would’ve kept going on. When I lost that match, I felt as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. In the time I been out of wrestling, I’ve raised my four kids, I kept my school opened and trained young kids trying to make it in the business and I’ll be damned if some of them didn’t go on to make something of themselves. I’ve made a few appearances in Japan with my last great student, Power Matsuzaka and watched him become the best young heavyweight to ever hit Japan. I closed the school a couple of years ago and ever since then something has been missing in my life. I felt empty. Some wonder why I came back…there will be more on that later, but let’s just say I have some unfinished business. I look at this part of my career as a new beginning, new life…or simply the start of a new day in my life in wrestling again…”

The camera fades to black as the sun is shining bright in the morning sky.

The camera opens up to a shot inside of Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta, Georgia. The camera pans around a busy bar until it picks up on a shot of Jordan “PS” Williams sitting in at a the bar having a glass of Moscato and reading on his i-Pad. Jordan is dressed a black suit with a light silver tie and white pocket square. Jordan is startled as his phone ring vibrates loudly on the stylish bar top. Jordan looks up with an embarrassing look on his face.

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Rob: “Not a whole lot man…Just landed at Laguardia…Just came back from a meeting in London.”

Jordan: “Cool man…I’m headed to Las Vegas.”

Rob:” Vegas? What are doing in Vegas? Gambling again?”

Jordan: “You know it, but I got a show to do.”

Rob: “Show? Like a autograph signing or something? I hate those. Some of those fans are scary.”

Jordan laughs and says: “Yeah no, I’m booked to wrestle.”

An astounded Rob: “Booked to wrestle? What the hell? You haven’t wrestled in ages!”

Jordan: “Yeah I know…I dunno, kinda got roped back into it…you know how it is.”

Rob: “You’re not doing this for money right? I mean you’re my best friend in the whole world man, we go way back you know…I got plenty of money to help you out.”

Jordan takes a sip of wine, smiles and says: “While I don’t have the money you have Mr. Billionaire Play Boy, I’ve got plenty money too bro. I’m doing it because I got bit by the bug. You know how it is. You’ve come back here and there when you’re not trading stocks and giving financial advise to the world’s leaders.”

Rob: “Hey man, I told you to get into some of the action too now. We both could be billionaires.”

Jordan: “Rob, if it wasn’t for all the chicks I was banging in college, I never would have passed any math classes period.”

Rob laughs and says: “That’s true. I remember that…when is the show?”

Jordan: “Tomorrow.”

Rob: “Listen man, I gotta be in Tokyo the next day, I got an condo in Vegas…”

Jordan cuts him off and says: “I thought you sold it?”

Rob: “Nope I had another one that I sold, who needs to two condos in Vegas?”

Jordan: “You did for all the chicks you bang. How many girlfriends do you have?”

Rob: “In Vegas, just two…”

Jordan cuts him off again with a laugh: “Just in Vegas huh.”

Rob: “Jordan, you use to be the same way…bro.”

Jordan: “That was before I became a happily married man…well and after I got caught cheating but that’s not the point!”

Rob: “I’m not hating brother! Oh well, how’s Vanessa and the kids?”

Jordan: “They’re doing great man. They drive me crazy sometimes but I love them.”

Rob: “Beautiful…listen, I’m not missing the return of Jordan ’Purely Sexy’ Williams to the ring… I’ll be there to pick you in a couple of hours.”

Jordan: “Rob, my flight will leave before you get here.”

Rob: “Please Jordan…I can’t let you sit there and be hacked up on by those nasty people and have horrible food…I got three hot ass flight attendants and a chef to make you a great steak…I got some great wine I picked up while I was in Italy…it’ll be great.”

Jordan looks at his platinum watch and says: “Alright man, but you owe them a lot money for this first class ticket they bought me!”

Rob: “I wipe my ass with that kind of money, Jordan!”

Jordan laughs as he takes a sip of wine.

Rob: “Listen meet, I’ll text you the info of a private airfield I’ll meet you at and then we’re off to Vegas, baby!”

Jordan: “Alright, see ya soon.”

Rob: “See ya.”

Jordan hangs up the phone and finishes off his wine in one big gulp. Jordan pulls out his money and leaves the amount he owes on the bar and leaves. Jordan gathers his bags and begins to leave. As Jordan makes his way out of the airport, Jordan poses for a few pictures and signs a few autographs as the camera fades out.

The camera fades into a shot of Jordan walking through the private airfield followed by an employee carrying his bags. They make their way through and out to Rob‘s private plane. Rob is waiting for Jordan at the foot of the plane smoking a cigar.

Rob yells: “There he is!!! Let’s get wasted brother!”

Jordan smiles and yells back: “You read my mind!”

Rob greets Jordan with a handshake and puts his arm around Jordan as they walk to the steps to the plane. Rob offers Jordan a cigar from his breast pocket and Jordan happily accepts. Both men make their way into the plane. As Jordan walks into the plane he stops suddenly in his tracks. Rob slaps Jordan on the shoulders with a big grin on his face as Jordan stares at the three scantily clad-big breasted-flight attendants.

Jordan turns to Rob and says: “God damn Rob…are they porn actresses or they flight attendants?”

Rob, still with the big grin says: “Uh….they’re a little bit of both…I’m doing god’s work brother!”

Jordan snickers and says: “God’s work huh?”

Rob: “Yeah, hey I pay them a good wage…they get through college…”

Jordan cuts Rob off and says: “…makes sure you bust a few nuts…”

Rob raises his eyebrows and says: “it’s a symbiotic relationship, what can I say?”

Jordan laughs and playfully elbows Rob in the ribs and both men sit down in their seats. Jordan puts the cigar in his mouth as one of the flight attendants promptly lights the cigar.

Rob takes off his suit jacket and says: “Life’s beautiful man.”

Jordan takes a puff of his cigar and says: “You got that right…where’s the steaks and shit? I’m fuckin’ starving over here.”

Rob takes a puff of his cigar and says: “Mario is in the back prepping right now. His steaks are to die for man.”

Rob turns to an attendant and says: “Please get Mr. Jordan a drink.”

Jordan looks up at the attendant and says: “I’ll take some Patron please.”

The flight attendant smiles and winks at Jordan says: “Anything for you.”

Jordan watches her as she walks away to the bar. Jordan takes a puff off his cigar and says: “God damn Rob…”

Rob cuts Jordan off and says: “ I know dude…that’s why I say life’s beautiful.”

Jordan with the cigar hanging off his lip turns to Rob and says: “Indeed.”

Jordan leans forward and takes off his suit jacket as the other flight attendant promptly takes it from him with a smile. Jordan buckles up his seat belt as does Rob. Jordan checks his phone.

Jordan: “Shit Rob, when we land, we gotta head straight to the arena I’m late for a promo I was suppose to do for the match.”

The flight attendant delivers Rob and Jordan their respective drinks. Rob takes a drink and loosens his tie.

Rob: “Not a problem man. I got the limousine waiting on us as we speak to take us anywhere we want to go. I know you’re a gambler…”

Jordan cuts Rob off and playfully says: “DEGENERATE gambler…get it straight!”

Both men laugh and Rob says: “My apologies. I can rent out a casino and we can gamble all night long with pretty women, great drinks…it’ll be perfect.”

Jordan: “You can’t rent out a casino man!”

Rob: “Jordan…I know all the casino owners, my company handles their finances, plus I’m worth 3.2 billion dollars that the government knows about- I can shut that whole town if I wanted.”

Jordan laughs, shakes his head and takes a drink. The camera fades as both men continue talking. The camera fades into a shot of Jordan emerging from the limo at the arena in Las Vegas. Rob yells at Jordan from the limo.

Rob: “Let me know when you’re done and we can fuck this town up!!!”

Jordan: “No doubt. Thanks!”

Jordan walks off as the limo driver closes the driver. Jordan enters the arena and heads straight to the promo area. SCW Interviewer Pussy Willow is awaiting Jordan. They go over a few things and then begin the interview.

Pussy: “Jordan, after seven long years, welcome back to pro wrestling…welcome to SCW!”

Jordan smirks and says: “Pussy! What a great name by the way…”

Pussy laughs.

Jordan continues”…I’m sure I’m not the first to say that…”

Pussy nods in agreement.

Jordan continues in a boisterous tone: “Damn, it’s great to be back! Seven years is a long time! A lot of people are wondering…speculating, contemplating…they all wanna know why I suddenly show up out the blue!? They wanna know where I’ve been all this time. The former will be answered in due time…I know you’re all dying to know…especially you Hot Stuff! Why did I show up and take out my best friend!?…My tag team partner. I still say to this day, Hot ‘n’ Sexy is the greatest tag team ever in the history of pro wrestling! But that will be answered at a later date. Where have I been you ask? Well I been training my students at my school, until I shut it down a couple years ago. I’ve been doing a little acting and a little this and a little that. The man, the myth, the legend, Jordan “PS” Williams is back baby!”

Pussy: “You returned at the December 2 Dismember and it seems like you’re obviously aligned with Spike Staggs. Tonight you, Spike and Wyatt Peterson team up against Nick Jones, Kain and Casey Williams…

Jordan cuts off Pussy and says in a puzzled tone: “No relation, by the way…I think.”

Jordan and Pussy share a laugh as Pussy continues: “…In a six man tag team match, what can we expect from you in your first match back?”

Jordan: “What can you expect!? Only what you use to see from me. Which is the best wrestler of all time, kicking some ass like I use to. I might be a little rusty at first, but let me tell you something Jones, Kain and Williams…After a seven year lay off and on your BEST day, you’re still NOT better than me…you understand what I’m saying? I’m the best of the best baby…You three will find out first out first hand, why I am the best…and why I am here to dominate! See, history is littered with people who have gotten their asses whooped by me. Tonight although there has been a long lay off, I'm going to show you why three what everyone has said about me. My reputation proceeds me...with good reason. People look at my team and say, whoa, that's an unorthodox team. Great! All three of us can do it all. And hey, it doesn't hurt that the greatest of all time is on this team. To quote Nick Jones, it ain't braggin mutha fucka if you can back it up. Tonight you will see greatness in person Jones! See you parade around here, doing your best Jordan Williams impersonation, I'm gonna show you how it's done. Kain and Williams, you just don't know what you signed up for! Look out boys you're in for a long...long...long f'n night. Why? Cuz I’m too good for ya! HA!”

Jordan does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) as the camera fades out.

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