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(We hear the roar of fans in the parking lot of the latest PWS: Apex Riot show as the interior camera of a limousine shows Alanah O’Connell step inside as a straining Jack Russow follows in behind her, they both give one more wave as the driver shuts the door.)
Jack Russow: This...is gonna suck.
Alanah O’Connell: Oh don’t be so sour...I’ll keep you company!
Jack Russow: It’s not that babe, I think I tweaked my back trying to keep up with that Cabrera kid...y’know I think he might be ready to graduate from developmental.
Alanah O’Connell: Oh please mo chroi...he couldn’t keep up with you for a SECOND. That was another great win.
Jack Russow: ...over a trainee...in the middle of the card...on a show headlined by our boss trying her Goddamn best to screw over my best friend.
Alanah O’Connell: Bella’s mom had everything well in hand...and I know my brother. He’s been chomping at the bit ever since Mack beat him in their first match.
Jack Russow: ...he seems to have a habit of that.
Alanah O’Connell: Don’t start.
(Jack lays his head back and closes his eyes as Alanah curls her head up on his shoulder.)
Jack Russow: I don’t wanna think about it...I don’t wanna HEAR about them...I just want a nice...relaxing flight to Scotland. Just me...and you.
(The camera fades to black and when it comes back in it is some time later as we see the limo pull up to the tarmac of a private hangar. The driver gets out and opens the door as Jack cranes himself painfully out of the seat stretching his back before turning and offering his hand to help Alanah out of the limo as they start walking towards the plane.)
Jack Russow: Y’know people might give me shit for it but...sometimes it DOES pay to be a kid of privilege.
(When they get to the plane they are greeted by Jack’s father, The Iceman Levi Russow stepping out of the plane and hopping down the ladder walking up and embracing his son.)
Levi Russow: Helluva win, HELLUVA show kid! I’m so proud o’ you!
Jack Russow: I didn’t know you’d be here! Are you going to Scotland with us!?
Levi Russow: Well seeing as how it’s MY jet and I don’t want anything broken on it? Yes we are.
Jack Russow: ...we?
(Almost on cue two behemoth sized bodyguards step off the plane...following Slappy McGoo.)
Slappy McGoo: Hullo!
Jack Russow: THE SLAPMASTER GENERAL IS COMING!? This is gonna be kick-ass!!!
(Jack bearhugs Slappy as Slappy lets go and turns to hug Alanah.)
Jack Russow: What’s with the security guards, dad?
(Levi turns and looks at Alanah with a look of utter dread on hsi face.)
Levi Russow: ...you didn’t tell him…
Alanah O’Connell: I was gonna! But it...it kinda never came up and we mighta fallen asleep on the way here…
(Jack suddenly gets a very concerned look on his face.)
Jack Russow: What are you talking about? Tell me on the plane, let’s go! The faster we’re wheels up the more rest I get when we get there!
Levi Russow: ...we ain’t leavin’ yet, kid.
Jack Russow: ...wwwwwwhy?
(Jack suddenly looks at the security and then at the looks on Alanah, Slappy, and Levi’s faces and reality hits him like a brick...and he instantly begins seething.)
Jack Russow: Fuck. That.
Levi Russow: My plane. My rules.
Jack Russow: Then fuck your plane, fuck your rules, and fuck YOU. I will SAIL to Scotland before I get in this tin can with THEM.
Levi Russow: Kid what’s gotten into you? Bella’s your best friend?
Jack Russow: I won the match. Okay? I won the fuckin’ match. End of story. So just because your boy toy took an L, if you’re supposed to be my best friend, doesn’t mean you get to go talking all that SHIT on Twitter like “oh he never pinned Mal and I KNOW that eats at him!” trying to undermine what I’ve done and if I see his bitch-ass little weasel face whining “yew didun’t beet mee!!!” I’ll kick open that door and push that motherfucker out at 35,000 feet!
Alanah O’Connell: JACK ALEXANDER!!!
Jack Russow: WHAT!? I know, I know...he’s your brother. And hey! I never held that against you babe! You can’t pick your family! But your brother is a downright egotistical PRICK who can’t stand the fact he had to watch me take the win he couldn’t outsmart the old man to muster himself! And y’know what? GOOD. That’s fuckin’ karma!
Alanah O’Connell: Jack Russow I am two seconds away from getting quite cross with you?
Jack Russow: Why? ‘Cause I’m right?
(Just then the car pulls up adjacent to the limo as Bella Madison and Malachi step out...Mal and Jack are instantly glaring at each other as Mal mouths something and Jack drops his bag and takes a leap barely being pulled back in time by the massive hand of Slappy McGoo. Bella and Malachi approach as Levi gives Bella a hug.)
Levi Russow: Look. This kid, whether you two are at each other’s throats or not, is family. And if it can help them get there comfortably and save a buck or two...they’re damn sure hitchin’ a ride. Now stop being a damn child and get on the plane.
(Jack pushes Slappy’s arm off of him as he glares at Alanah who looks a bit regretful she didn’t tell him as he takes one step forward and starts putting in his earbuds.)
Jack Russow: I got the room in the back of the plane so I can lay down. You can do whatever, just stay the fuck away from me.
Bella Madison: Okay SERIOUSLY? WHAT is your fucking problem!?
Jack Russow: My PROBLEM is that everyone keeps telling me you’re my “best friend” and you haven’t done a damn thing to act like it in months. I saved your ass time and time again, didn’t ask for a thank you. Just kinda expected you wouldn’t be talking shit everytime your bitch and I get into a spat.
Alanah O’Connell: JACK!
Jack Russow: No! I said it. I said it before they got here so I’ll damn sure say it now that they can hear. I see your little jabs on Twitter “he didn’t pin Mal and I KNOW that bothers him” no...no you fuckin’ don’t. Because it DOESN’T. His bruised ego doesn’t mean SHIT to me. I took the win, he took the loss, I’m the number one contender. Everyone got it? Good. Now let’s get this the fuck over with.
(Jack shoves his bag into one of the bodyguards arms as he rushes up the steps of the plane making his way to the very back in the tail that’d been converted into a small bedroom as he reaches into the little closet and pulls out his guitar as he turns around. He sees everyone else getting on board and Alanah giving him a stern, almost MEAN look as Jack looks back at her...deadpanned...and hits the button sliding the door closed. He throws himself on the bed with his headphones blaring as he closes his eyes.)
-Some Time Passes-
(Jack wakes up and slides up in the bed rubbing his face...his playlist had ended so he hits replay and picks up his guitar playing along. Suddenly the door slides open and Jack instantly glares towards the entrance after demanding he not be bothered but softens a bit when he sees Alanah step through and close the door behind her pressing her forehead against it before turning around and cupping her hands together behind her back looking at him. His eyes are closed as he plays along with the song blaring through the headphones until she calmly walks over and pulls his headphones out.)
Alanah O’Connell: Are you gonna avoid me the whole flight?
Jack Russow: That really depends on you, doesn’t it.
Alanah O’Connell: Look...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you they were coming, I didn’t think it’d be that big a deal or that you’d act this…
Jack Russow: Act this what? Go on. Finish your thought, babe. Act. This. What?
Alanah O’Connell: BLOODY CHILDISH!!!
(Jack grabs the hole in his guitar and pushes it off to the side pointing at her.)
Jack Russow: That. THAT right there.
Alanah O’Connell: What!?
Jack Russow: All of you. Every. Single. One of you. You not so much but THEM? My father...my “best friend”...your brother...EVERYONE talks down to me because of my age. You all call it “constructive criticism”, I call it “butting in where no one asked you”. And so when I lash out at everyone calling me “childish” because I have a LEGIT problem with them, it makes me feel like NONE of you take me seriously and NONE of you are in my corner!
Alanah O’Connell: I LOVE YOU, YA DAFT BASTARD!!! How much more “in your corner” can I be!?
Jack Russow: So your brother can act like a complete dickhead and pick all the fights with me he wants but when I retaliate I’M being childish and “attacking” your brother who’s coming after ME in the first place? MEANWHILE...my supposed “Best Friend”...y’know I get it, she loves him and they’re all gaga over each other but every win I’ve taken...not ONCE did I get a “congratulations” or a “good win” or anything and that’s FINE...I don’t need a response or validation at all. But she can’t help herself...she nitpicks at every little thing and when I get into with Mal I’M always the asshole. So fine! You all want an asshole? I’ll be your asshole.
(Alanah caresses Jack’s face with her hand as we see him seething with tears in his eyes.)
Alanah O’Connell: …*I* see you...and I’M proud of you...isn’t that enough?
Jack Russow: It’s more than enough...until you turn around and side against me.
Alanah O’Connell: I NEVER SIDE AGAINST YOU! But you’re bickering with my brother! How do you think that makes ME feel!? I can’t PICK a side, I have to sit on the sidelines and watch both of you tear each other apart while my heart breaks and you’re both too PIG-HEADED to notice!!!
(That hits Jack like a ton of bricks as Alanah starts crying...Jack reaches out and takes her hand as she looks at him and completely busts out bawling throwing her head against his chest as he pulls her up on the bed and cuddles her against his chest.)
Jack Russow: ...I’m sorry, babe. You’re totally right...I never thought of it that way. Hurting you and breaking your heart...is the absolute LAST thing I wanna do. But I HAVE tried. I’ve tried, and tried, and tried again to extend an olive branch and be nice to him. He and I will never be friends, I get that...but I don’t wanna break your heart anymore...so regardless of what those two say, I’m gonna let it die. It doesn’t matter who pinned who or who DIDN’T pin who...if I were a real professional I’d have already put it behind me and started preparing for the title shot itself.
(Jack lifts her chin up to look at him as he kisses her gently as she sniffles and he wiipes a tear away.)
Jack Russow: ...I will do...whatever you want me to do...because these past few hours have been a nightmare without you. I love you...more than you’ll ever know.
Alanah O’Connell: No more fight?
Jack Russow: No more fight.
(Alanah reaches over and grabs Jack’s guitar sliding up to sit beside him and putting it in his hands before taking one of his earbuds and putting it in her ear.)
Alanah O’Connell: Well, rockstar? As you were. Give me a song!
(Jack smiles and hits play and starts playing an acoustic version of “Figure Eight” by Trophy Eyes. Alanah listens very intently as she listens along...before she reaches over and double taps Jack’s throat indicating she wants him to sing for her…)
Jack Russow: *Singing*
Can you feel it inside?
Everything can change in the light.
They’re singin’ just for you tonight…
…’Cause baby you’re the star in my eyes!
Say it like you mean it…
Do you trust me now?
Call it like you see it…
Are we burning out?
...I wish you could FEEL it like I do!
Everything I’ve DONE, I do it all for YOU!
Say it like you mean it…
...do you trust me...now?
(Alanah grabs his face and kisses him passionately as they rest their foreheads against each other.)
Alanah O’Connell: ...with all my heart, mo chroi.
(They kiss again as Jack screams as loud as he can…)
Jack Russow: HEY NOBODY COME BACK HERE, I’M IMPREGNATING MAL’S SISTER!!!
(Alanah breaks out bright red and slaps his shoulder as hard as she can as they cuddle up together listening to the song and falling asleep in each others arms for the rest of the flight.)
-THE JOKER AND THE THIEF-
(The plane has landed, the body has been rested, and the camera opens with a familiar guitar riff as we see a montage of a crew scuttling around setting up the arena in Scotland before cutting back to the locker room where we see close ups of a man wrapping wrist tape, pulling on his kneepads, etc...as “Joker And The Thief” by Wolfmother drums and riffs on…)
“THEY SAY THE JOKER IS A WANTED MAN…
HE MAKES HIS WAY ALL ACROSS THE LAND…
SEE HIM SIFTING THROUGH THE SAND…
...SO I’LL TELL YA ALL THE STORY,
‘BOUT THE JOKER AND THE THIEF
IN THE NIGHT!!!”
(Suddenly the camera finds a young Jack Russow in full gear sitting on the production crates as seems to be a recurring theme with him except this time he’s already got Alanah O’Connell cuddled up next to him as he fixes his wrist tape. They hop off the crate and start walking hand in hand down the hallway until a door opens next to them and a billowing cloud of smoke comes pouring out as Alanah covers her mouth and Jack looks completely perplexed as a the notorious new backstage reporter “Stoner” Scott Oliver stumbles out looking around like the lights are destroying his eyes...he finally focuses and sees Jack and Alanah who has moved to Jack’s opposite side. Suddenly Scott gets very excited.)
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: OH! BRO! Whassup man!
Jack Russow: ...how fuckin’ high are you right now?
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: Iunno like 5’10”?
Jack Russow: ...I asked...I knew, and yet, I asked…
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: So like, DUDE! Hey man...I got a question for ya…
Jack Russow: ...are you even aware you’re wearing a kilt right now or was that COMPLETELY by accident?
(Scott sways a little looking confused at Jack...then looks down with the camera following his gaze...and sees he is, in fact, wearing a kilt.)
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: OH HOLY SHIT DUDE!!! Well hey! “When In Rome” right!?
Jack Russow: Weeeee’re in Scotland, but...yeah okay.
(Scott smacks his lips twice with a glazed look in his eyes and a weird smile just...staring at Jack and Alanah.)
Jack Russow: ...your question?
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: Huh?
Jack Russow: You said you had a questi-
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: OH DUDE! I got a question for ya…
Jack Russow: I’M AWARE!
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: Oh...fuck, I thought you were Jack Russow.
Jack Russow: I AM JU-
Alanah O’Connell: Scott, sweetie, what were you going to ask?
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: OH! RIGHT! So like...you have been tearin’ it UP since you got here man! Like 0 and 2 or somethin’ like that?
Jack Russow: Switch that?
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: Switchfoot?
Jack Russow: No it’s ju-...I’m undefeated. Let’s just call it undefeated.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: Mmkay! Like...so at My Bloody Valentine 3 you kinda shocked the world comin’ outta nowhere to get that win and becoming number one contender to the Roulette championship so like...how’ve you been FEELING since that, man?
Jack Russow: It’s been pretty awful, if I’m being honest. I should be celebrating but instead I have people coming out of the woodwork since we landed...England, Ireland, Scotland...all of ‘em showing out to remind me that I won the match but I didn’t beat the “homegrown” boy or whatever. And that’s fine, I’ve come to grips with that. I didn’t pin Malachi. Didn’t really NEED to, now did I? So let him seethe away on that, I don’t care. Other than that...SCW has been an amazing experience.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: That’s what’s up...so like, your family is like, famous and shit right?
Jack Russow: My dad had a 20 year long career with multiple, multiple, multiple accomplishments...I came here so I wouldn’t have to talk about that.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: But I mean like, that’s a lot of PRESSURE isn’t it?
Jack Russow: It can be...but I think I’ve shown, judging from my professional wrestling track record across both companies I’m signed to, that I’m more than up for the challenge. No one’s beaten me yet...and no one WILL.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: But dude, like...you gotta face CALEB FUCKIN’ STORMS this week bro! He’s the number one contender challenging Austin James Mercer for the Internet Championship! This dude’s like...NEXT LEVEL, bro! How you feelin’ comin’ into this match against that raw power metalhead!? SLAYERRRRRRR!!!
Jack Russow: Caleb Storms has been nothing but impressive. Trust me, even before I got here I was hearing about him. And I’m sure he and Mercer will have a match for the ages, it’s true! Just like I’ll have a match for the ages with the Roulette champion when the time comes at Blaze of Glory. Because as good as Caleb Storms is...I’m just that little inch better. For every achievement he’s clawing for, I’m draping my legacy in gold...they just don’t know it yet. And so I want Caleb to be very...VERY clear on something…
...if you overlook me? I WILL break a limb.
(Scott’s eyes bug outta his head and he looks instantly afraid for his life as he starts shifting uncontrollably.)
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: S’a little...little dark there, don’tcha think dude?
Jack Russow: No. I don’t think it’s dark enough. Because each and every one of those talking heads on the microphone, of those keyboard warriors on Twitter, of those basement dwelling marks who THINK they can but could never be able to bring a SMIDGE of the athleticism and aerial dynamics I bring to a match? My anger...my rage...my frustration builds and I’m not the kinda guy...to just go around swinging wildly, that’s not me. I’m not the guy that’s gonna bust you in the back of the head with a chair when you’re not READY...that’s not ME. I’M not the guy...to step into the RING with...I’M not the guy who’s just gonna “lay down” because you THINK you have some glorious claim to face some beast for a title...representing the INTERNET. No, no see...I LIKE the Roulette title. I LIKE the uncertainty, the Wildcard...I LIKE not knowing what I’m walking into or even knowing if I’ll be walking OUT the same. And so I’m gonna practice...because practice makes perfect. And my sparring dummy...will be the corpse of Caleb Storms.
(Scott exaggeratingly blinks his eyes and says “woahhhh” as he looks around hoping someone safe is nearby.)
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: So like...speaking of the Roulette Championship...is there anybody in particular you’re hoping holds it when you get to them?
Jack Russow: Griffin. FUCKING. Hawkins.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: HELLS yeah, that’s my BOY! Wait, what’chu got against Griff!?
Jack Russow: I have nothing against Griff. I have nothing but RESPECT for Griff. And that’s why, for me to make my own legacy...for this whole experiment to pan out...it has to be HIM. I *HAVE* to face Griffin Hawkins because he said it best...I see a lot of my dad and my uncles in him and he sees a lot of his younger self in me. And I wanna know...I wanna know if I can hang with a man who is, aside from a dude named Manny and another dude named Redd Thunder, THE most popular professional wrestler in the world. And it markets ITSELF! It’ll be the Battle of the Bands! I was a HUGE Devilition fan growing up...Hell they inspired me to start my OWN touring band, The Fall Back Plan. I owe EVERYTHING to guys like Griffin Hawkins! And THAT’S why...I need THAT stamp of approval!
“Stoner” Scott Oliver: But like... you just warned Caleb Storms about overlooking YOU...d’you think you might be overlooking HIM?
Jack Russow: Bro, I’m 6’2” I can’t look over MOST of this roster.
“Stoner'' Scott Oliver: EYYYYY I see what’cha did there!
Jack Russow: I can’t overlook what I can’t expect. I came into this company with knowledge of like, five people at BEST. So more than likely, and with Caleb Storms especially...each and every time I walk out to that ring, I have no IDEA what I’m getting myself into. And that’s the way I like it. I like that feeling of uncertainty, I LIKE that slight feeling of panic, I LIKE that overwhelming rush of confidence when I’ve taken their body in my hands and I can FEEL I’m the one more physically suited to BREAK them if i wanted. That’s why they want me for the Roulette title...because fuck Simon Cowell, I’M the X Factor! I’M the Wild Card! I’M the Black Sheep! I’m a hobo with a jug o’ wine! I will pray for your soul while I twist the knife in your back. I will quote Manson and Dahmer as I cradle your head in my hands. Because I am...and it’s very, VERY important you hear me on this Caleb...I am a very, VERY dangerous man that is capable of doing terrible...TERRIBLE things. I am the agent that decides your fate. They used to call my dad “The Oncoming Storm”...and he’s put me in the hospital three times. So what...do you think a pissant “metalhead” like YOU...could possibly do to ME?
I AM THE GOD-FORSAKEN BLACK SHEEP!!!
I AM THE PUNK THAT WAS PROMISED!!!
I AM JACK RUSSOW...AND I AM...A
REAL.
WILD.
CHILD!!!!
(Jack clicks his teeth and winks at Scott who didn’t catch a word of that because a bug has flown by as Jack and Alanah walk off hand in hand.)