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-It’s My Turn To Keep The Wolves Away-
By Jack Russow
scwrestling.net blog
This world...is bullshit.
It’s everything you ever dreamed it would be...if that dream were a nightmare...and everything in that nightmare was carpet bombed with napalm.
THAT...is the world you live in.
See I get a lot of flack from people...and you all know why by now. I don’t NEED to keep droning on and on about the adversities I’ve had to overcome. And whether you like to admit it or not there WERE adversities I had to overcome.
“Silver-Spooned Rich Boy”
Man those words...just looking at them written before me. Fill me with such a burning, annoying anguish that doesn’t just boil my blood, it sets my very bones on fire. See I will admit for all the family turmoil, for all the death threats and explosions and kidnappings, when we weren’t in the public’s eye? I did have a wonderful life. I got to travel places and experience things that some people could only ever dream of.
...people like Jack Washington.
And I feel bad about that. I don’t...pretend to know his story and I surely don’t pretend to understand what HE’S been through or overcome. I guess...if he’s reading this, and he IS reading this...I’d want him to know that I’m GLAD he chose SCW. And I’m glad I’m his first big test outside of the Blast From The Past tournament. I know he turned a lot of heads...turned mine, that’s for damn sure. But I want you all to remember...one...important...thing.
...I...I’M the one who beat Griffin Hawkins...I ended the historic reign…
...and I’M...your new Roulette champion...so if you’re comin’ for me? You best come correct.
...and may the best...Jack...win.
*BUZZ*
(Jack closes his laptop and looks at his phone...it’s a tweet from the account of his missing friend Mattie Cormier...beloved of his best friend, Mack McKane. They’d been looking for Mack...and Mack has been off looking for Mattie. They didn’t even get the chance to celebrate their new title reigns together. While Jack captured the SCW Roulette Championship...Mack had captured the PWS:Apex World Heavyweight Championship but his celebration was cut short with Mattie’s abduction. Jack looks at his phone...and his blood runs cold.)
“Mattie Cormier @MattieArt
All these tough talkers, spewing their vitriol and hatred...
Amusing.
Perhaps if @MissAlanah is so lonely for her friend...we can arrange for them to be reunited.”
(Almost as if on cue there’s a knock at the hotel door...Jack’s girlfriend Alanah O’Connell gets up from the couch in the villa’s lobby and heads towards the door. Jack grabs the closest thing he can...his acoustic guitar and he starts bolting towards Alanah screaming…)
Jack Russow: ‘LANAH DON’T-
(He was a step too late and she had cracked open the door...which flew off the handle as a group of masked men, about five in numbers, suddenly crashed into the room and two of them grabbed Alanah’s arms. However they must have missed the memo that Alanah herself is the PWS United Champion as she stomps on the instep of one of her attackers and clocks the other with her newly freed hand as the third lunges towards her and Jack sends his guitar crashing square in the middle of the man’s skull flooring him as the other two men wrap around Jack’s waist and drag him to the ground. Jack was still sore from his brutal battle with Griff as he sees the two men Alanah was fighting off get a vase broken over one's head and the other dragged out into the hallway respectively. Jack can’t focus as he’s dodging stomps and punches until one of his attackers is picked up and viciously thrown against the wall and Alanah cracks the other over the head with a lamp as the ones who CAN recuperate start grabbing their comrades and book it out of the room. Alanah kneels next to Jack helping him up gingerly as they both look at their rescuer. A tattooed man in probably his early to mid 30’s dusting off his coat and picking his bowler hat up off the ground placing it firmly back on his head.)
Man: ...is everyone alright?
Jack Russow: Ho...ly...shit.
Alanah O’Connell: We are thanks to you err...sir?
Jack Russow: Look closer at his face, babe.
(Alanah kinda squints her eyes and they suddenly fly wide open as her and Jack stand, Jack holding his ribs.)
Jack Russow: ...I was startin’ to think you weren’t real.
Man: I figured it was time at least WE met, innit…
(The man takes his hat off with one hand covering his heart and takes Alanah’s hand with his other and kisses it, bowing…)
Man: Kenny McKane...at your service, love.
(Alanah suddenly FLUSHES bright red as she lets out an “oh my!” as Jack gets a weird look on his face and darts his gaze back and forth before he clears his throat and Kenny let’s go of her hand and rightens himself as he shakes Jack’s hand and puts his hat back on his head.)
Kenny McKane: Daresay, neither of you have seen that brother of mine around lately, have you?
Jack Russow: I was kinda hopin’ you had.
Kenny McKane: No such luck...just a trail of anguish and destruction left in his wake, but I calculate we’ll find him.
(Jack suddenly gets a very serious, very stern look on his face...Mack was like a brother to him...this was eating Jack alive...and for those not in the know, Kenny was imprisoned for what Mack thought was the murder of their psychotic, abusive father...but the truth was outed a few months ago that it was for ATTEMPTED murder and their father was still alive and now aligned with the somehow even more deranged Reverend Synister...both of whom kidnapped Mack’s beloved Mattie. However, even though Jack understood his reasons...he begrudge Kenny for lying to Mack all those years.)
Jack Russow: I appreciate you saving our asses...and probably saving Alanah from Mattie’s fate. But I been waitin’ for the chance to meet you...and look you in the eye. See-
Kenny McKane: With respect Jack...I know exactly what you’re going to say. And you’re absolutely right. I lied to my brother...I broke his trust and I buggered his head up perhaps just as much as the notion of our father’s survival. And I know now that I was, of course, wrong for that. And I, too, been waitin’ for the chance to look YOU in the eye...and say thank you. Don’t know if it were fate or providence what crossed you an’ my brothers paths but...I’m damn grateful for you and yours. You been a far better brother to him than I ever were. And for that, you have my thanks. But now that the pleasantries have been dolled out…’fraid this is where we part for the moment.
Jack Russow: If you find him...tell him we’re on our way.
Kenny McKane: Quite. *he takes off his hat and gives a little bow to Alanah* Ma’am. *She flushes like a schoolgirl again as he and Jack have another strong handshake as he turns and ghosts out the door shortly before the police arrive*
-I Am Jack’s Blinding Rage-
“By all means!
Put me through hell...
And I'll make you see.
I'll be your worst enemy...
Try to kick, kick, kick me when I'm down!”
(The camera begins rolling as elevator doors open and we turn and venture down a hallway where just about halfway down we see two police officers seemingly standing guard in front of a now rickety door barely hanging on one hinge as they hold up a hand to stop the cameraman…)
Police: Hey hey….no paparazzi, no reporte-
Jack Russow: It’s fine officer...I asked them to come by...it’s for work.
(The cop shakes his head and pushes open the door as we see Jack Russow sitting in the middle of the couch in the foyer of the villa. He’s perched right on the edge with his hands pressed together like he’s praying pressed against his mouth. As soon as the camera comes into place we see Alanah call the dogs into the next room but little Pip the Papillon doesn’t want to go...his eyes are still fixed on Jack like he’s worried about him.)
Alanah O’Connell: Pippers! C’mon! Let’s go to the fort!
(Pip whimpers and nudges Jack’s arm as Jack calmly reaches and picks him up holding him up to his face…)
Jack Russow: ...you don’t listen very well.
(Pip barks and licks Jack’s nose...and for the first time, Jack cracks a smile. Which warms Alanah’s heart as she crosses her arms and teasingly says…)
Alanah O’Connell: WHEREVER could he get THAT from?
(Both boys turn and give her a playful little glare as she shakes her head and Jack nods that Pip is okay...he cuddles him to his chest and lays back against the couch with a pensive look on his face.)
Jack Russow: Well go ahead...take a look around. Take ONE good look around this room and tell me what you see…
(The camera pans around to see the entire villa completely trashed...shards of broken lamp and chairs and chaos lie all around.)
Jack Russow: See for MOST people...such a grievous, heinous attack on their lives like this would be a harrowing event! A home invasion, DAILY threats of disfiguring bodily harm, ones you love just straight being TAKEN from their domiciles. This entire scene...should be a nightmare...described to a therapist one day. But for me?
...it was tuesday.
(Jack lays Pip beside him as he leans forward clasping his hands together in front of him looking lost in thought for a moment before he starts to speak.)
Jack Russow: See now...an attack like this? For anyone else, THIS would be an excuse to call in sick to work. Look at how this year has gone so far! We almost had World War 3, the dude in charge just told us to inject disinfectant, they cancelled every other sport, Kobe Bryant died, and hippie bitches are feedin’ their husbands to tigers while a gay bleached blonde mulleted redneck with meth-addicted straight husbands tries to hire a cop to kill her and I KNOW...I KNOW that’s like the third promo in a row I’ve talked about that fucking show but I STILL...CANNOT...PROCESS. And I’ll ADMIT...I SHOULD...be in the next room, tucked into our usual blanket fort with my dogs...and the love of my life. But I’M taking this moment...to speak my mind.
(Jack scratches Pip behind the ears and whispers to him…)
Jack Russow: ...Daddy’s still gotta go to work doesn’t he!
(Jack moves the pillow on the couch to the left of him and we see the untarnished SCW Roulette Championship as he reaches for it and stares into it lovingly.)
Jack Russow: That’s why this is mine. THAT’S why...at the ripe old age of 19, I am FINALLY...your NEW...Roulette Champion. And after everything I’ve done...everything I’ve accomplished. I don’t feel like a single...FFFFUCKIN’ one o’ you...wanna give me my respect! What do you give me? You give me some other “trauma case” named Jack because, and I’m GUESSING, “Well they’re both fucked in the head and they’re both named Jack...makes enough sense for ME!” MEANWHILE...I coulda crippled your poster boy. I took...everyone’s favorite rockstar...and I did what no one else could for ALMOST...A YEAR. And what did I get?
...I got no-sold.
(Jack starts to snarl a bit as he clutches the title tighter.)
Jack Russow: And you’re starting to wonder...why I’m walking around here with a CHIP...on my SHOULDER. It’s because I’M the future of this company! I’M the hottest Rookie going right now! I KNOW you heard Tommy Knocks! And I KNOW you saw me prove him RIGHT. But all I’ve heard about is Griffin Hawkins not even having the BALLS...to ask for a REMATCH. Instead he thinks that, after being embarrassed by a rookie he should have dominated, that made him better enough to dream of being the World Champion! And hey man, I hope he gets there...I hope Griffin Hawkins becomes the FACE of SCW because each and every time...you see his face. You’re gonna look at him...and you’re gonna think of me. Because even if he goes undefeated the REST of his career...even if he’s the GREATEST World Champion of ALL TIME.
...he got taken out...by a ROOKIE.
Jack Russow: And see NORMALLY I wouldn’t be shooting off at the mouth like this! NORMALLY...I’d be nothing but respectful and gracious to Griffin Hawkins for giving me what was UNDOUBTEDLY...the HARDEST obstacle I’ve ever had to overcome and in a lot of ways, I still want him to know that! But’cha carried on...like I didn’t carve you up like Ebenezer Scrooge’s Christmas Goose. Like I didn’t turn you into the Grinch’s roast beast he served to that sociopath Cindy Lou Who. And THAT’S what bothers me man, you SAY you respect me but I...I don’t really feel it. I don’t really FEEL like I have the RESPECT...that I’ve EARNED around here yet. And so now I’m gonna take this kid Jack Washington...bright eyed and bushy tailed from Philadelphia...and I’m gonna show him some of MY “Brotherly Love”. Because aside from only hearing about you brushing me off? All I’ve heard is how impressive this kid was in that BULLSHIT Blast From The Past tournament that they CRAVED for me to enter...and I said no. Ya know WHY I said no? Look what happened to Bella Madison...look what happened to SO MANY PEOPLE in that bullshit lottery...she got stuck with a lame duck, an albatross around her neck, and I was smart enough to know that taking THAT chance...COULD have been the death of my career before it even started!
(Jack shakes his head at Pip who yawns in what we can only assume is complete agreement...don’t at me.)
Jack Russow: I didn’t watch the Blast From The Past tournament...there I said it. You want the truth? I’ll hand you the truth. It seemed like nothing more than a cheap marketing gimmick to me and I had...NO interest in it. But from what I UNDERSTAND...YOU, Jack Washington, hey man! You did it! I mean, you didn’t win but you did well enough to generate some buzz for yourself! Let’s see, what did they say? Everyone was CLAMORING to sign you and Mark Ward FINALLY threw out the right number? Hell yeah, bro! GET that coin! But uh...see what you didn’t factor in was NOW...you’re SCW’s property and NOW...they fed you to me. And I don’t give...THREE shakes of a fat baby’s dick what they saw in you. I don’t give a FUCK how “impressive” you were...when push came to shove...ya lost. And hey man, I get it! I just recently had to get over MY first loss as well! The only difference is I got over MY first loss by becoming a champion and you’re gonna have to get over YOUR loss by...well...processing another loss. Ain’t that about a bitch? I just want you to know that...it’s nothin’ personal. But I have the weight of two COMPLETELY different companies on my shoulders. I have MAYBE the biggest namesake in the world to live up to. And I cannot afford to fail now. So you and I are gonna do our little dance out there. “The Real Wild Child” JACK...FFFFUCKIN’...RUSSOW...versus Jack(-Off) Washington. And we’re gonna light up the Twitterverse and steal the fuckin’ show and then I’m gonna mosey on down the line to exorcise some half-cocked, fuck-wit demonic scrublord named fuckin’ “KEDRON” but until then? At the risk of getting ahead of myself? I’m going to take...every single frustration I have built up inside of me out on you and in the PROCESS...if you’re LUCKY…
...I’M gonna make you famous. Deuces.
(Jack scoops Pip up and slings the title over his shoulder as he winks to the camera before walking off to join Alanah in the blanket fort as we fade to black.)