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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Nick Jones on April 13, 2012, 10:00:43 PM
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Note: If you haven't already done so, read Bo Dreamwolf's RP first, as this continues where that one left off.
Just a few minutes later...
The scene opens back up inside the familiar scene of the hotel suite of SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones. In what would seem to be near perfect timing, after the events that had just occurred in this room, the sound of swiping key card is heard as the doorway from the hallway opens and in walks the entirety of Nick Jones' infamous entourage: Diana, Big B, Tony, Jimmy and Max had apparently given the champ some time to himself, and now had all come back. As they look around for a few moments, they seem somewhat surprised by Nick's lack of presence in the room. Diana looks around and then shakes her head for a moment as she walks up to the center of the room, picking up Nick's discarded towel off the floor as she lets out a sigh.
Diana: He is such a freakin' slob it's unbelievable. You'd think I was his damn maid.
Diana then walks over towards the bathroom, poking her head in and looking around, turning back around and looking at the other entourage members with a shrug.
Diana: Where is he anyway?
Big B: Maybe he went to get something to eat?
Diana: We asked him if he wanted us to pick him anything up and he said he wasn't hungry.
Tony: And Nicky ain't one ta be goin' ta get his own food anyway. He woulda' waited for us to come back and then sent one of yous back out dere.
Jimmy: You got that one right. Maybe he...
Jimmy doesn't even get another word out, as the discussion is quickly interrupted by a series of sounds coming from outside that gain all of the group's attention. What can only be described is a commotion can be heard going on which is capped off most notably by the loud shriek of a woman.
Tony: Whut da frig was dat?
With that, Tony goes over towards the sliding glass door that leads out to the patio. Tony pushes aside the curtains covering up the doorway to take a look outside. However, that lasts only a moment, as quickly closes his eyes and jerks his head back away from the glass, pushing the curtain back over the doorway.
Tony: Aw man, I ain't need ta see dat!
Big B: What? What is it Ton?
Tony: I ain't tellin' ya... look fer ya freakin' self.
Big B turns to his fellow entourage members and they all seem to be conflicted between their curiosity to know what it is and their hesitance due to Tony's less than positive reaction. Big B eventually shrugs and starts to head over towards the patio door, and is immediately followed by both Jimmy and Max. The three get to the door and push the blinds aside, and after just a moment of looking outside, have three reactions identical of that to Tony, quickly closing their eyes and pulling away from the door.
Big B: Oh no!
Jimmy: Aw, that ain't right, baby!
Max: OH GAWD!
Diana seems confused by these reactions and her curiosity eventually gets the best of her as well. She slowly walks over and then starts to peek out through the patio door as well. Her reaction, however, is quite different, as she continues to watch. As Diana watches on, smile slowly creeps on her face as she seems to be enjoying whatever it is that she is seeing. That quickly changes when suddenly a loud scream of a very familiar voice is heard coming from just outside.
Nick: OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!!
Diana reaches down to the lock on the door and quickly flips it, sliding the door open. She doesn't even have a chance to move out of the way, as in an instant, Nick comes bulldozing through the open doorway, straight through the unopened curtain and pushing past his girlfriend in the process on his way into the room. They all take an inquisitive look at Nick, who is now thankfully oh so slightly covered up by what appears to be a previously used garbage bag.
Nick: I swear to God... I'm going to kill him. That son of a bitch is going to to regret this day for as long as he lives. He has no idea who he just messed with.
Jimmy: Who? What happened, baby?
Nick: What the hell does it look like happened? And it was that stupid indian bastard Bo.
Big B: He's not an indian.
With that, everything comes to a complete stop as everyone just seems confused by B's chiming in as he did. Nick shoots B a look, responding with a bit of an attitude.
Big B: He's not. It's a common mistake, but that's improperly used. What his people are correctly identified as are Native Americans.
Everyone looks at B with completely blank stares, seemingly shocked by what he has just said. That is, with one lone exception, as after clearly trying to hold it back for a few moments, Tony breaks out into hysterical laughter. This immediately catches Nick's attention, who turns towards Tony, just glaring at him as Tony slowly recomposes himself.
Nick: What's so damn funny, huh chuckles? And I swear to God if you make some sort of crack about it being cold out their I'll fire your ass on the spot.
That comment brings some near laughs from the other enoutrage members as well, who all do their best to keep it in as Tony tries his best to stay composed while responding.
Tony: Nuttin' boss, I just ain't never heard da big guy correct nobody before... ever.
Nick: Well har-dee-freakin'-har. Now if you putzes don't mind, how about you move your asses along so I can put some damn clothes on.
Without another word, the members of the entourage all oblige their boss and head for their door, with Jimmy walking out followed by Max, Tony and then Big B. B, however, stops while in the doorway, holding it open as he looks back.
Big B: Come on Diana, we've got to wait outside while Nick changes.
Nick and Diana both look at each other shocked at the stupidity of B, before turning their attention back to the clueless man.
Nick: That statement wasn't meant for everyone you nitwit.
Big B: Ooooooh... ok.
With that, Big B then suddenly starts to turn around to come back into the room.
Nick: It DID include you, dumbass! SHE can stay, and JUST her! Now get the hell out!!!
Nick snags a glass from off of the counter and heaves at Big B. In reaction, B quickly ducks out of the door and closes it behind him just in time for the glass to hit it and go shattering. Nick shakes his head while just looking at the door for another moment, before Diana chimes in.
Diana: That's the same guy who just corrected you on something.
Nick: Please don't remind me. Can we just never talk about that ever again?
Diana simply chuckles to herself as she nods in acknowledgment.
The scene then cuts out to the hallway, where the four men are standing and waiting for their boss to get dressed so they can go back into the room. After a few moments of silence, the question on everyone's mind is finally asked.
Tony: A'ight B, I's gots ta ask... where da freak did ya come up wit' dat whole indian t'ing?
Big B: I don't know, Max just whispered it to me and told me to say it. He said it would be funny. I didn't get it, but you seemed to find it funny, so I guess he was right.
With that explanation, a look of shock comes across those faces of both Tony and Jimmy as they turn to Max, who has a wide grin across his face.
Jimmy: Maxy, baby! I didn't know you had it in you!
Tony: No kiddin', I neva' woulda guessed.
Max: What? An accountant can't have a sense of humor?
Jimmy: Of course they can baby, I just didn't know YOU had one. Especially not one at the bosses expense!
Max: Well I see everybody else gets to enjoy themselves at his expense, so I figured I might as well take my turn!
Tony: Ya did a good job wit' dat. I mean, dats even more surprising than B actually being smart enough to come up wit dat himself.
Big B: Yeah, no kidding!
Upon saying that, Big B then suddenly seems to start thinking for a moment and comes to a realization of what was really meant by that.
Big B: Hey, wait a damn second!
Before B can make his realization of the insult against him known, the conversation comes to a sudden end as the hotel room door reopens. Diana waives the four men in, but shushes them in the process, pointing to Nick who, now dressed, is on his cell phone.
Nick: Listen you little inbred shit, I don't give a crap where you are, pick up the damn phone and call that little alcoholic buddy of yours and put his ass in place. Because if you leave up to me to do it, then I'll be laying his ass out in the middle of the ring as soon as I'm done wiping the floor with those loser opponents of ours. You got it?
Nick waits a moment for a response, but seems to get none. He then looks at his phone and then seems even more angry.
Nick: That stupid sister-humper hung up on me!!
Nick takes his phone and throws it, but seems to rather intentionally do so at the bed in order to avoid any serious damage to his phone. He then turns to look at his entourage members who appear to be once again containing their own laughter.
Nick: Oh, shut the hell up.
Nick then storms past all of them, pushing was way out the hotel room door as the scene fades.
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The scene reopens inside of the arena just prior to the kickoff of Climax Control in Berlin, Germany. Within a few moments, the familiar sound of Kid Rock's "Cocky" blasts through the arena and the fans, knowing who is coming, immediately begin to boo. Just seconds later, the curtain part and out walks Nick Jones, already dressed in his ring gear for the night's match, with his SCW Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Nick, clearly not in the best of moods, makes a bee-line straight down the ramp and slides into the ring. Without a moments hesitation he walks over and rips the microphone right out of the ring announcers hand and immediately begins to speak, hardly even giving time for the music to be cut before beginning.
Nick: Listen Bo, I'm sure you've really cracked yourself up with your little act, but you need to stop and think for a moment who you're messing with. At the last supercard we had, I beat the hell out of two champs to retain my SCW Championship, so don't think for a second I actually need you in tonight's face. If you don't get your act in line, I'll gladly take you out myself and then take care of those knock-off-stable losers myself. At least that would also keep you from going and doing something stupid to cost us the match, because that's the only way I don't walk out tonight with another W in the books.
Only boos follow Nick's last statement, but he doesn't even wait for them to stop as he continues on.
Nick: As far as our opponents for tonight, the fact that these two sorry sacks of crap are the reigning tag champions tells you what a sad state of affairs SCW has really come to. I mean really folks? This is the best combination of two wrestlers this company can come up with? I get the fact that the tag team division is the home of the shitty guys who aren't good enough to do it on their own, but not THIS shitty. I mean you have got to be kidding me. You've got one washed-up old barely-ever-was and some no-name never-was who spends his time trying to ride the coattails of a couple of old career losers. Casey, the truth is you just made a really bad decision for yourself. I mean sure, you suck, but at least at one point you sucked on your own and tried to work your way to eventually sucking less than you did. That is, until you decided to hitch your wagon to the two guys who were the bottom rung in their time in GXT, who then were so desperate to reclaim their past glory, that they tried to restart the group that everyone knew from day one, was all about two men, myself and SCW's magnificent co-owner, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Think about it, you're trying to make a name by playing second fiddle to a bunch of guy's who spent their entire careers trying to make their names playing second fiddle to others. It's just plain embarrassing. My only advice to you would simply be, get out before you turn into another washed up old embarrassment of a loser like those two friends of yours. And speaking of those friends, it looks like I get to have another encounter with the one and only Jordan Williams.
There is a burst of loud cheers at the mention of Jordan's name, as Nick only shakes his head at the reaction before continuing.
Nick: Let's be honest Jordan, at this point in your career, you're filled with absolutely nothing but pure jealousy. You can't handle the fact that your little protege passed you by in no time and went on to become a far better wrestler than you could ever dream of being. It ate you up inside for years, but for a while you managed to keep it inside as you enjoyed riding Mark's coattails to success in that little tag team of yours. But sooner or later, you couldn't control it anymore. That's why one day when the opportunity came knocking for you to come up with a fellow lifelong loser in Spike to try to take out Mark, you jumped at it. Of course, you failed miserably at that, even despite the fact that Mark was partnered up with another spineless loser like you and your buddy Spike, and now your jealousy is combined with pure embarrassment. You could have just tried to take pride in the fact that you helped get him started on a career that became far better than what you could ever dream of, but you couldn't get past the massive inferiority you felt to him. A real man would have been happy for a person he claimed was a friend, but instead you turned into a jealous back-stabber. Just look at Mark. He's the man responsible for me being in this business, for getting me ready to go before I joined GXW and now eventually SCW and leading me to become a champion wherever I went, including the top reigning one in this company right now. Did you think Mark expected me to become a better wrestler than he ever was? Of course not, but it still happened.
The fans erupt into boos at the thought of this, even despite their dislike for Hot Stuff.
Nick: But you know what? Once he realized that it was a reality, he didn't get all bitter and catty about it, instead he embraced the fact that he helped bring along the only man in the world who could ever surpass his great abilities. He takes pride in what he helped me to become, and still supports me completely, and that's what a real man does. The truth is though, he didn't need you anymore, that much became clear years ago. Once he had someone on his side who could actually hold their own, once he had me by his side, you were nothing but old news to him. So yeah, maybe you're a little heartbroken about that on top of everything else, but I think it's about time you move on. You'll never be a fraction of what Hot Stuff was and is, and you simply don't even want to step into a ring with me again after tonight if you know what's good for you. I think you're about to find out that this whole little GXT ripoff experiment is over. Mark already proved his superiority over you and Spike last time around, and I know I'm about to do the same to you and your little buddy. We told you from the beginning that your little group was nothing without it's two most important pieces, but you and these idiot fans didn't want to believe it, well now we're proving it to you. And tonight, you'll see what it's like to be a REAL champion. Don't you forget, it ain't braggin' if you back it up, because I'm not cocky... I'm just the best.
A smirk appears across the face of Nick as "Cocky" by Kid Rock begins to play again, with the fans booing loudly once again. Nick drops the microphone and quickly climbs straight out of the ring. He then goes straight up the ramp, heading across the stage and out through the curtain, disappearing into the back as the scene fades to black.