The camera opens up to a morning shot of a London apartment building five days after the London Brawling super card. We cut to a shot inside where we see Jordan Williams waking up, laying next to Shannon, the bartender he met the night before London Brawling. Shannon is laying on Jordan’s chest-using it as a pillow.
Shannon in her thick British accent: “It sucks you gotta leave mate.”
Jordan yawns and says: “Yeah, I think I been here long enough.”
Shannon: “What’s that suppose to mean.” she says in a defensive tone.
Jordan: “Um Shannon, I have a family. I’ve lied to them all week to be here with you. I can’t stay here forever.”
Shannon sadly says: “Yes you can. I’ll kidnap you.”
Jordan laughs and says: “You’re crazy. Besides, my wife’s parents 40th anniversary is tomorrow. I can’t miss that.”
Shannon: “Yes you can. She can divorce you and we can be together.”
Jordan shakes his head no while smiling.
The camera fades out as Shannon reaches up and kisses Jordan on the cheek.
The camera fades into a shot at a private airfield in England. The camera cuts to Jordan and Shannon arriving at the hangar. Jordan has his duffel bag on his shoulder.
Shannon: “So your wrestler friend can afford a private jet?”
Jordan: “Yeah, remember, he’s the one I was saying I went to college with. He has a financial degree and after he was done wrestling he ended up becoming the president of a few financial institutions. Plus, he hit on a few stocks and shit so, he’s made a shit ton of money. He’s worth over three-billion dollars.”
Shannon raises her eyebrows and nods her head. She turns to Jordan and grabs him by the hand.
Shannon: “I really enjoyed our time together. We both know there is something special between us. Please don’t go.”
Jordan looks around for a moment then answers back: “Look Shannon, I’m not going to deny this: I have some strong feelings for you. I shouldn’t, because I’m married. I think it’s best that we don’t see each other anymore…or else some bad things will happen.”
Shannon is taken aback by what Jordan says. Shannon’s eyes start to tear up.
Shannon: “I…um…I’ve…”
Shannon keeps stumbling around for words as Jordan walks up to her and wipes the tears from her eyes and then hugs her. Shannon wraps her arms around him tightly.
Jordan pulls away a little and lifts Shannon’s face up with his forefinger and says: “I have kids, and a wife and I love them a lot. You live here in London…I can’t take a chance on this…I really, really can’t.”
Shannon looks at Jordan with a sad face, with tears rolling down her cheeks and says: “No, you have to understand something. I’m usually stand offish when it comes to men. Guys hit on me all the time. I never indulged them the way I did you. I never took a guy back to my place and made them breakfast in bed either. I did for because I know you’re different. There’s something about you that I feel safe, and comfortable with…I just don’t want to lose the chance to see where this goes. I just want to be happy and I know I could be with you.”
Jordan takes a deep breath and says: “This is one gamble I can’t take. This has been the weirdest-most random week in my life. I meet women all the time so its easy to rebuff them, but you’re different. I’ve had plenty of one night stands and never have the turned into me sticking around for a week. You’re like my kryptonite. You have an infectious personality…God…it’s gonna be hard letting you go, but I have to. I’m sorry.”
Shannon breaks down and starts bawling. Jordan wraps his arms around Shannon holds her with a tight hug. Jordan kisses Shannon on the forehead and pulls away.
Jordan: “Gotta go.”
Jordan pulls away but Shannon holds on tightly to his hand and looks Jordan deeply in the eye with the pain and heartache of losing him etched on her face. Eventually she slowly lets go of his hand. Jordan turns to walk away towards the jet. The camera fades out as Jordan walks up the steps. Jordan looks back at Shannon one last time who blows him a kiss.
The camera fades into a shot a few moments after the plane takes off. The camera cuts to Jordan and Rob sitting in their seats. Jordan has downed four shots in a two minutes. Jordan lights up a cigar as he downs another shot.
Rob reaches across the short aisle and pats Jordan on the shoulder and says: “Jesus Christ Jordan. I have NEVER seen you like this. She must of been one piece of ass.”
Jordan looks at Rob like he’s going to kill.
Rob puts his hands up in a defensive mode and says: “I’m sorry, you actually like this girl!?”
Jordan nods his head in agreement.
Rob belts out: “GOOD GOD!” which use to be his catch phrase when he was wrestling.
Jordan takes a puff of his cigar and blows out the smoke slowly then says: “You know I thought about leaving my family over this girl? I mean serious thoughts.” he says slowly.
Rob: “Well, I know this much. No one is worth leaving a woman like Vanessa. Vanessa is someone you grow old with and you die with. Yeah, this girl might be a catch now, but what about twenty or thirty years from now?”
Jordan: “Rob, what the fuck do you know about relationships? You never had one last more than a few weeks.”
Rob: “Its got nothing to do with relationships Jordan. Vanessa is smart, she’s ambitious. She’s a great mother. She’s a great wife. She’s stuck with you through thick and thin. When she found out about your son you had with that Puerto Rican chick, what happened? She stayed with you through that shit.”
Jordan: “Yeah, but that’s different…I had that kid before I met her.”
Rob: “Yeah but Vanessa didn’t find out until years after you guys were married. Lesser women would’ve left you and cleaned you out for any possession you had.”
Jordan nods in agreement then says: “You know the thing is: She doesn’t talk down to me like Vanessa does sometimes. She plays along with bits, Vanessa doesn’t. She isn’t controlling like Vanessa is…”
Rob: “I get that man, but that doesn’t mean she’s right for you. Vanessa’s there to keep you in line. We all know you need that.”
Jordan: “Hey I’m not some kid that needs to be babysat.”
Rob: “Jordan…You know it and I know it.” he changes tone and then says: “You know I want details brother. You don’t stay behind for five days just for personality.”
Jordan looks at Rob and shakes his head in disgust, then says: “You’re a pervert.”
Rob fires right back with: “Yes I am! Now stop fuckin‘ around and tell me!”
Jordan smirks as he takes a puff of his cigar and flips the ashes in the ashtray.
Jordan raises his eyebrows and says: “She’s an animal. She was doing it like her life depended on it!”
An exuberant Rob says: “YES! I knew it!”
Jordan: “She’s different then Vanessa…”
Rob cuts Jordan off and says: “Dude, I remember walking in on you two and for you to say that…”
Before Rob can finish Jordan reaches across the small aisle and snatches Rob by the hand with his right hand. And with his left, Jordan takes out his cigar and puts it close to Rob hand.
Jordan with his eyes bugged out: “Keep on and I will burn your shit. Then I’ll break every god damn bone in it, you perv!”
Rob: “Okay man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were so sensitive about that.”
Jordan lets go of Rob’s hand and says: “Rob, I don’t ever need to hear you describe to me how my wife fucks! You know we were fuckin, you asshole, but you just wanted to walk in and see for yourself!”
Rob: “Well for the record…she wasn’t your wife then…” he says innocently.
Jordan just shakes his head and laughs.
Jordan: “I bet you got cameras rigged in your house for when you bring women back to your place so you watch them videos later…”
Rob: “Cameras, mirrors…I admit; I’m a sexual deviant. What can I say?”
Jordan playfully chops Rob in the chest as the camera fades out.
The camera fades into a shot a few hours later at a private airfield in New Jersey. We cut to a shot of Jordan walking to a parking lot. Jordan sees his wife Vanessa and his kids standing by a minivan waiting for him. As Jordan gets closer the three oldest kids run up to Jordan and mob him with hugs as he drops his duffel bag on the ground. Jordan and the kids exchange kisses and hugs as they tell him they miss him and all the things they have been doing for the past few weeks. After a few minutes Jordan walks over to Vanessa whom is holding their youngest son, Jayden. Jordan grabs Jayden and kisses him on the forehead. Vanessa gives Jordan a big bear hug.
Vanessa: “We missed you so much!”
Jordan: “You have know idea how much I missed you guys…damn!”
Jordan kisses Vanessa on the forehead as he squeezes her tight.
Vanessa: “We have to go. You’re suppose to go golfing with my dad and his friends.”
Jordan: “Oh crap…I forgot. Damn this will be fun.” he says sarcastically.
Vanessa: “That’s why you’re going. So you guys can build on your relationship.”
Jessica: “Daddy you don’t like grandpa?”
Jordan: “What? No honey. I like him. We just need to get to know each other more…that‘s all.” he says awkwardly.
Natasha: “We love grandpa!”
Jordan rolls his eyes as he opens the door and puts Jayden in his car seat. Jessica, Natasha and Makaylee climb into the minivan as well. Jordan closes the door once he buckles Jayden. Jordan grabs his duffel bag and he and Vanessa walk to the back of the minivan.
Vanessa: “Look, I know you did a pretty bad thing and I’m going to forgive you for it. But please, no more surprises. You’re good looking and women love you and I know you can’t help yourself…but please do it for our family. These kids need us together and I don’t want our marriage to end because you can’t stop sleeping with other people.”
Jordan looks down at the ground and says: “I know babe. It killed me to be away from you guys.”
Vanessa: “It killed them too. These kids love you. I love you. But don’t push us away by making stupid decisions…like you’re known to do.”
Jordan opens up the trunk and throws his duffel bag in and then closes the trunk shut.
Jordan look at Vanessa: “I won’t do anything stupid anymore.”
Vanessa smiles and then kisses Jordan on the lips and gives him a hug.
Vanessa: “Okay, let’s go, you know my dad hates when people are late.”
Jordan mumbles under his breath: “I don’t care.” he says as Vanessa walks off.
Vanessa yells back: “I heard that!”
The camera fades as Jordan and Vanessa get into the minivan and drive off.
I can’t ever understand how someone can dislike you without knowing you. Long before I met Vanessa’s father, Sal, he didn’t like me. He had a problem with me being a wrestler, being black-he says he’s not racist because he roots for the Giants and the Knicks, plus, he has a few black friends. He just doesn’t want his daughter marrying a black guy, she should marry an Italian guy. Whatever. He’s an old school Italian. They have their set views and its hard to budge them from it. But that doesn’t excuse the close mindedness of his views. But oh well. He claims he knew me-without knowing me. I can’t judge anyone before getting to know them first. I never spoke to him and he never liked me. So all my dealings with him have been cold-at best. If he says anything to me at all, its to make a smart ass comment. And me being who I am; I can’t let that shit ride. That’s why it’s baffling that he invited me on this golf outing-with his friends no less. I’m going to be cautious and I’m ready for anything…
The camera cuts to Jordan walking over to a golf cart where we see three older men are standing around smoking cigarettes and talking. Vanessa’s dad is the first to greet Jordan.
Sal: “Jordan how ya doin!?” he asks.
Jordan: “I’m doin fine Mr. Sambora.” he replies as Sal extends his hand out for a handshake. Jordan and Sal have a firm hand shake.
Sal then introduces his friends: “These two bastards are my friends: Paul and Carmine.”
Jordan shakes both guys hand.
Paul: “Can you believe dis fuckin’ guy callin us bastards?”
Jordan smiles as Sal slaps him on the back.
Sal: “So, Vanessa tells me you can play golf a little bit, huh?”
Jordan: “Yeah, I’m decent. When I retired, I had some downtime so I started golfing occasionally.”
Sal: “Great, well…let’s play!”
The camera fades as Sal and Jordan get in one cart and Carmine and Paul get in another.
The camera fades in to a shot as Jordan makes a putt taking the lead. Jordan grabs the ball out of the hole and puts it into his pocket as Sal climbs into the golf cart. Jordan has a seat in the cart as well as they all start driving towards the 6th hole.
Sal: “So uh Jordan. I heard what happened.”
Jordan: “What?”
Sal: “Vanessa says you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”
Jordan adjusts his sunglasses then says: “She didn’t say those exact words.”
Sal: “Whateva. Listen, since you want to have sex wit foreign whores, Hows bout you pack your bags and leave?”
Jordan: “Look Sal, I made a bad judgment, but this doesn’t concern you.”
Sal: “Oh yes it god damn does. She’s still my daughter which makes it my business. Its my business when I’m consolin her while she’s cryin over her douche bag husband.”
Jordan: “Hold on…”
Sal: “No, you hold on you cocksucker, don’t you ever hurt my daughter again or something bad will happen to you.”
Jordan: “First off, fuck you Sal. What the hell are you gonna do? You and your fat little friends gonna put a hit on me? This isn’t the Godfather. You’re just a little old man who owned a pawn shop your whole life. There ain’t nothing that you can say that will scare me.”
Sal: “I know people Jordan. Powerful people. People who can get things done. One phone call and no one will ever see your pretty little bald head again.”
Jordan: “Oh I’m so scared! What you gonna put a horse head in my bed next?” he says sarcastically. “Fuck you. I admit…I fucked up, but I don’t need to hear it from you, okay? I have to deal with disappointing her and her not trusting me and the threat of me losing her. That’s the only thing I’m afraid of.”
Sal: “Listen to me you bald headed bastard! She’s the only daughter I have in this world, okay? If you hurt her again, I’ll kill ya.”
Jordan pulls the sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and glares at Sal, then says: “You got some nerve calling someone bald. How about you shave some of that hair off your chest and your back and glue them shits onto your head!”
Suddenly, Sal slams on the brakes and puts the cart in park.
Sal yells: “C’mon ya sonofabitch! I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time!”
Sal gets out of the cart and puts his fists up to fight Jordan. Jordan takes his sunglasses of and rolls his eyes as he gets out of the cart.
Jordan walks over to Sal and says: “Get your ass back in the cart and let’s finish this game.”
Sal: “Fuck you! I’ve wanted to kick your smug ass since the day I found out my daughter started dating you!”
Paul and Carmine run (slowly) to the scene as Jordan just shakes his head while Sal is ready to fight.
Jordan to Paul and Carmine: “Calm him down. He’s lost his mind!”
Suddenly Sal takes a swing at Jordan who ducks it.
Jordan: “Chill out old man before you get hurt.”
Sal: “The only one getting hurt is you!”
Sal rushes at Jordan and tries to tackle him into the ground but Jordan doesn’t budge. Jordan shoves Sal back who comes back with a haymaker, but Jordan grabs his fist.
Jordan: “You can’t kick my ass.” he yells.
Sal then knees Jordan in the balls. Jordan doubles over and Sal hits him in the face with a right upper cut! Jordan staggers back as Sal hits Jordan in the face with a right hook.
Sal: “I told ya-ya fucka! I’m going to beat the hell outta ya!”
Sal goes for another right hook but Jordan blocks it and tags Sal with a hard jab straight to the mouth! Sal collapses to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Jordan stands over Sal and says: “Had enough?”
Sal holds his face as Carmine and Paul check on Sal.
Paul yells to Jordan: “Did ya have to hit em that hard?”
Jordan: “He’s lucky I didn’t punch him harder!”
Jordan shakes his head in disgust and walks over to the golf cart, gets in and drives off as the camera fades out.
The camera fades in to a shot the next day inside the Grand Prospect Hall in Brooklyn. There are 100 or so people there to celebrate Vanessa’s parent’s wedding anniversary. There is a live band playing old world Italian music. Throughout the night we see Jordan and Vanessa drinking and talking with other couples. Later in the night the camera cuts to Jordan dancing with Vanessa’s mother, Contessa. Vanessa is dancing with her dad.
Jordan: “Mrs. Sambora, I want to apologize to you for my behavior regarding Vanessa. I was in a weird place.”
Contessa nods in agreement: “You know, I heard about the fight you and Sal had yesterday and I had to laugh because my father did the same thing to him. Sal cheated on me a long time ago when we were first married. He came in late one night…well I guess into was early in the morning after one of our arguments and he was drunk.” she says with a laugh. “He just started crying and told me what happened. I was pregnant with our oldest son, and I remembered I smacked him as hard as I could and left. Just like Vanessa, I went back to my parents house and cried like a baby. My dad was furious. He had a gun and he was going to kill Sal, but my mom talked him out of it. Eventually when he came to talk to me, he knocked at the door and my dad answered. Before Sal could get a word out, my dad punched him and knocked broke his nose!” Jordan laughs. “But I forgave him because I loved him first but because we were going to have a family. Family is so important Jordan. At the end of the day, no one will be there for like family. ‘Nessa loves you so much. Those kids love you so much. Don’t ruin it. Having a close knit family like ours is priceless. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. ‘Nessa is trying to do that with you. She’s a strong woman, but don’t force her hand. I can tell, so loves you more than anything. I mean she’s gone against her father’s wishes for crying out loud. She always did what Sal said, but not with you. She’s love you…don’t change that.”
Jordan takes in Contessa’s words then says: “I hear ya. It was a stupid-stupid thing to do. But I don’t understand why Sal doesn’t like me.”
Contessa: “He does like you Jordan. ‘Nessa is his only daughter and he wanted her to marry a certain type of person with a steady job and Italian. He’s just a spiteful person sometimes. It’s one of his flaws. It doesn’t matter who you were. If you weren’t a doctor or lawyer and Italian you weren’t going to meet his standards Jordan. However, we eventually convinced him to give you a chance and it just so happened to be after you made a mistake. We told him not to bring up what happened, but he couldn’t help it I suppose. It’s not his nature to hold stuff in. Whattya gonna do?” She says as both of them laugh.
Jordan: “Well I gotta say before the fight, he seemed like a nice guy.”
Contessa: “He can be sometimes…”
The camera fades out as Jordan and Contessa keep dancing and talking.
An hour later, everyone is gathered around Contessa and Sal as their children, Johnny, Tony and Vanessa are toasting them. Vanessa is the last one to toast the camera picks up on the end of her speech.
Vanessa: “…I hope we can be married as long as you…”
Sal interrupts Vanessa and yells out: “Not if you stayed married to that prick!”
Everyone lets out an awkward laugh as Jordan kind of chokes on his drink.
Vanessa notices Jordan getting mad and says: “Love you guys and good night everyone!”
Everyone starts clapping. Jordan walks over to Sal and extends his hand for a handshake to bury the hatchet. Sal looks confused for a second but then shakes Jordan hand. As he does that, Jordan takes his glass of Vodka and pours it on Sal head and calmly walks out the building as the camera fades out.
Three days later, the camera opens up to a shot of the Riverside Hotel in Laughlin, Nevada. Inside we see Jordan Williams wearing a black tank top and blue jeans sitting on the apron of the ring as the crew puts finishes setting up the chairs and guardrails. Standing next to Jordan is Pussy Willow.
Pussy Willow: “Jordan, on tonight’s Climax Control you face Goth. But before that, I wanted to get your reaction to what happened at London Brawling.”
Jordan in a more laid back tone than usual: “We lost the belts. Plain and simple. The funny thing is we weren’t even pinned, but whatever. You know, it is what it is. Its time to move on.”
Pussy: “On last week’s Climax Control, you left the New Xtreme’s. Do you have any regrets?”
Jordan shakes his head no, then says: “Not at all. We’re going in two different directions, so it was time to part ways.”
Pussy: “What are your thoughts on tonight’s match against Goth?”
Jordan smirks as he scratches his ear and says in his normal boisterous tone: “The whole world is being overrun by vampires, werewolves and zombies! My god when is it going to end? Everyone is dark and edgy and an enigma.” Jordan yawns and continues. “Big damn deal. Tonight I have the privilege…” Jordan rolls his eyes. “…of facing one of the dark, edgy and enigmas in SCW, Goth. If I had a dime for all the vampire dudes I’ve seen in the last five years come through this business, I would have enough money to feed my kids’ grandkids. I don’t know much about you Goth. I hear you have a pretty decent track record, nothing Hall of Fame material, but its enough to say, ‘hey this dude doesn’t completely suck.’ Goth, I’ve said this about a hundred times since I been here and I hate repeating myself, but here it goes: you haven’t wrestled anyone like me before. I’m not Casey Williams who you say you beat a hundred times. I’m not some scrub that you’re use to. You see, I’ve been places. I’ve done things. I don’t have any made up history. People throw that legend tag around like its some cheap whore. Unlike some of the so called ‘legends’ you hear about. I’ve made an impact. I left my finger prints all over this business. You are nothing but a smudge on a piece of piece of trash surging out to sea on a boat carrying trash. I look at you and I see someone who is way outta his league. I see someone who’s beaten mediocre talent and thinks he’s some sort of big shot. You have always been a big fish in a puddle. I am a god among men! I have faced the best and I have beaten the best. I’ve sold out arenas and stadiums across the world while you were being a weirdo biting/cutting yourself or other people or whatever the hell you gothic people do for fun! I’m going to drag your ass outta your coffin and beat the holy hell outta you. I’m going to beat you so soundly, that you’re going to have to rethink your position in wrestling and ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. So tonight you get the honor of being in my presence inside that ring. Did you ever think the closest you’ll ever get to greatness in this business is by getting your ass whooped by me? I'm going vampire hunting tonight like that guy what's his name? Van Helsing or Buffy! Enjoy it, I know I will. Why? Because I’m too good for ya!”
The camera fades out as Jordan stares into the camera.