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“Before we begin, I want to give a big shout out to my man, Bo Dreamwolf for putting together a tremendous show a couple weeks back to help victims of Hurricane Sandy. It was a true pleasure and honor to work the show. I got to see some old friends and of course help a great cause. My wife’s family was severely affected by the storm, as were many, many, more. Again, thanks to the brother Bo for the show and all the fans who came out to support the cause!”
“Rage and Matthew Kennedy are the opponents for myself and Nick Jones. I don’t know why Rage is in the match, I guess Mark was…or maybe it was Christian wanted to make sure Matthew didn’t get slaughtered in this match, thus Rage is his partner. I don’t really care, because I have other business to attend to. Mainly Casey Williams and now Kain is back in town, calling my name out. Beware what you ask for Kain, I put you out once, I will do it again. Now onto the actual match.”
The scene opens up to Vanessa’s parent’s house in New Jersey on Thanksgiving. The scene cuts to a shot of Jordan and his family getting out of their brand new Range Rover. Jordan and Vanessa are unbuckling their youngest kids out of their car seats.
Vanessa: “Jordan, please, please, please be on your best behavior!”
Jordan: “Why do you always need to have a talk with me before we deal with any of your family?”
Vanessa stares at Jordan and says: “Do we really need to cite the examples of all the bad interactions you’ve had with them?”
Jordan: “I’m actually looking forward to this!”
Vanessa suspiciously asks: “Why? What are you up to?”
Jordan: “That football game…I’m gonna kill it out there!”
Vanessa gets a smile on her face as the scene fades out.
The scene fades in later in the day in the massive dining room and adjacent room that was turned into a second dining room. There are twenty-five some odd people eating the massive meal that was prepared solely by Vanessa’s mother, Contessa. Jordan is on his fourth helping of lasagna and stuffed sausages. Vanessa’s father, Sal notices this and can’t help but comment.
Sal: “This is the longest you’ve gone without speaking since I’ve known you.” he says with a laugh.
Jordan gives Sal a glance and a head nod as he continues eating. Vanessa rubs Jordan’s back as he grabs his glass of red wine and downs it. Vanessa grabs the wine bottle and fills up his glass.
Vanessa: “Want anything else, babe? There’s plenty. You haven’t eaten any turkey yet.”
Jordan grunts out: “I’ll get some in a minute.”
So far, so good. No bad interactions between Jordan and Vanessa's family. The scene fades out as Jordan takes a sip of wine.
“So, as The Marauder’s begin to show our dominance, there are a bunch of people who want to step up to plate and think they can stop us. Pfft. Please, there is no one man or group of men who can stop The Marauders. First off, let’s talk about Rage…who has nothing to do with Matthew’s crusade against Mark. I’ll give you credit Rage, you beat Nick after I softened him up. I understand you don’t want to be in this match, but you seem to have a bug up your ass about me. Just because I didn’t beat Nick back in the summer, doesn’t mean you can beat me. Let’s get that straight right now, my bald friend. I really don’t understand why you’re so pissed all the time…why don’cha try loving somebody? Anyways, you’re not the only ‘pissed’ off person focused on me…albeit, just for this one match, but Casey and Kain are also riding my jock. First off…all you pissed off monsters need to take a god damn valium and chill the fuck out. Is life so bad that you always have to rage? No pun intended. I mean damn, what’s with you people? Ah well, I’ll just deal with you Rage like I’ve dealt with Casey and Kain. I know you’re better than them, but you’re all one in the same…I’ve beaten them two, what’s another pissed off asshole to add to the list?”
The scene fades in an hour later in the den of the Sambora home with all the men and boys watching the Washington Redskins versus Dallas Cowboys game. They are about to split up teams for the annual Sambora flag football game. Sal gets up out of his recliner and begins to speak.
Sal: “Okay, everyone. Let’s pick teams. Let's end this before the Jets game...I got a good feelling about them I think we can beat the Patriots...Joey, since your team won the last three years, you get first pick in the draft. Stevie, you get second pick.”
Joey is Vanessa’s older brother and Stevie is Vanessa’s youngest brother.
Sal: “Well, I can guess who will be the last pick.”
Joey: “Who?”
Sal: “Carson!” everyone bursts into laughter except for Carson. “Carson, you should be in there cleaning the dishes with the rest of the girls!
As most of you know, Carson is Jordan’s metro sexual assistant, whom doesn’t do anything “manly.”
Carson: “How cute, Sal. Still living in the 1800s, huh pal?”
Sal: “Carson, I mean, come on. It’s okay.”
Carson: “What is?"
Sal: “You know…”
Carson: What?”
Sal: “If you…you know…”
Carson: “Oh right…its okay for me to call you a douche bag? Great! You’re a douche bag!” he says as he storms out of the room.
Everyone lets out a laugh.
Sal: “I don’t know what the big deal is, its 2012.”
Stevie: “Can we get on with this already!?”
Joey: “Dad, if you don’t mind, I’d like to pick my fucking team.”
Sal: “Hey Joe, watch your fucking mouth in the presence of the kids. Don’t be swearing at me in my own fucking house!”
Joey: “Sorry. Anyways, its going to be tough with the number one pick.”
Jordan: “Yeah, sure it is. Just pick me and let’s get on with the game.”
Joey: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, who said I was gonna pick you?”
Jordan: “It’s obvious I’m the best player here.”
Joey: “Says who?”
Jordan: “Me!”
Joey: “I’m the best…not to mention, the number one pick of my team, Giovanni.”
Giovanni stands up and he and Joey do a chest bump. Giovanni is a typical Jersey meat head bro.
Joey: “Suck on that, bro. The best quarterback-wide receiver duo in this family.”
Jordan smirks as Stevie says: “I’ll take Jordan!”
Jordan: “Great pick Stevie. You’re an idiot Joey, we’re gonna kill you.”
Joey: “Wanna put some money on it?”
Jordan quickly fires back and says: “Let’s do it. I’ll put up five grand against any amount of money you have on you now.”
Joey: “Sounds good.”
Jordan: “Shit, I’ll do you one better, Joey. Your team wins, I’ll sign my club back over to you.
Joey’s eyes light up and says: “If somehow you beat us?”
Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “Hmm…I’ll take your house next.”
Joey without hesitating: “You’re on!”
Sal: “Hold on, now! This is a lot for a flag football game! We’re suppose to have fun.”
Joey: “Not this year, this is for blood!”
Jordan nods his head in agreement. This obviously has gotten way out of hand, as they’re taking a mere flag football game in the backyard to a whole new level, but Joey is an ultra competitive guy, who wants his club back and Jordan is a degenerate gambler out to prove a point…what point that is, no one knows. The scene fades out as the Joey and Stevie continue picking their teammates.
Joey and Stevie are the designated quarterbacks for their teams, while everyone else are wide receivers. The rules for the game is the first team to 49. Naturally Joey’s team jumps out to a commanding 28-0 lead, but Stevie/Jordan’s team come roaring back and tie the game up eventually at 42. After three incomplete passes, it’s now fourth down. If Jordan’s team doesn’t score here, this very well might be the end of the game. Joey huddles his team and goes over a strategy on how to defend against their opponents. As he breaks the huddle, Joey pulls Giovanni to the side.
Joey: “Listen, like I said, jam Jordan at the line, but lead him up the field to me. I want Stevie to throw him the ball, so I can knock Jordan out.”
Giovanni gets an uneasy look on his face and says: “Bro, this is suppose to be fun.”
Joey seriously says: “Just fuckin do it. I want that cocky bastard to think he’s going to make a catch and BAM! I turn his fuckin lights out.”
Giovanni shakes his head and says: “Whatever, bro.”
Stevie finishes drawing a play up for his team. Jordan is lined up out wide with Giovanni right across from him.
Jordan: “Get ready, son. I’m about to burn you.”
Giovanni: “That’s what you think.”
Stevie yells: ‘DOWN…SET…HUT, HUT, HIKE!”
As Stevie finishes, Jordan and the other members of the team run their routes that was drawn up in the huddle. Giovanni jams Jordan at the line briefly, but Jordan easily gets past it. Giovanni turns and runs with Jordan. Jordan takes five steps before he breaks to the post. Joey, who is playing a free safety roll is eyeing Jordan the entire time. Stevie notices that Jordan has a couple of steps on Giovanni and throws the football at Jordan, however he is leading the pass right into the path of Joey. Jordan makes a two handed grab with Giovanni trailing and Joey bearing down on him. As Jordan makes the catch, he quickly cuts up field as Joey gears to knock Jordan out with a vicious shoulder shot, but Jordan was so quick with his cut that Joey whiffs on Jordan and ends up hitting Giovanni right in the head with a vicious shoulder tackle! Jordan dashes into the end zone as he picks up the win for his team! Stevie and the rest of the team comes to celebrate with Jordan in the end zone as Joey’s team checks on Giovanni.
Joey: “Damnit! Why couldn’t you do liked we planned!” hey says as Giovanni lays there with a dazed look on his face.
Jordan comes up to Joey and taps him on the shoulder. Joey slowly turns around.
Jordan: “In the immortal words of Shang Tsung: ‘your soul is mine!’…bitch!”
The scene fades out as Joey glares at Jordan.
“This is truly laughable. Matthew fucking Kennedy. This guy…this fuckin guy…Really? Really dude? You really think you can do something? You’ve really bitten off more than you can chew. And why are you talking shit about me being a has been? What the hell have you actually done Matthew? Seriously? You can’t beat anyone! What makes you think you can take up arms in a fight against The Marauder’s? I had to do a double take when I saw that we were booked against you. Grant it, Rage is on your team, but still, dude, you suck! I’m the GOD of professional wrestling and Nick is the franchise of SCW, what are you? Oh, you’re the doormat of SCW. I wipe my ass with people like you. You’re not even a thorn in our side…you’re just a gnat. Don’t worry Matthew, your fifteen minutes of fame is up after this match…your pathetic career should’ve been canceled long ago.”
The scene fades in later on at night with Jordan driving his family back home. The kids are in the back sleeping as Jordan and Vanessa are talking.
Vanessa: “…so you’re not really going to keep my brothers car, are you?”
Jordan: “No, but I’ll let him think about it for a few days…so it can drive him crazy. Now, don’t you go ruining it for me. I’ll get some pleasure out of his stupidity and misery.”
Vanessa smiles and says: “I won’t. So, how was Thanksgiving at my parents house?”
Jordan: “Food was great. I can eat your mom’s food all day. I gotta say, I’m even surprised to say…I enjoyed my time.”
Vanessa gets a huge smile on her face as Jordan and her family have historically not gotten along.
“We had a great Thanksgiving break. On Sunday night, I left for Japan for the big press conference in anticipation for the big Tokyo Dome show against Power Matsuzaka.”
The scene opens up to the Elite Japan Pro Wrestling office in Tokyo. Inside the conference room, we see a huge contingency of Japanese media sitting in front of the press table, that is raised off the ground about five feet. The president of EJPW is at the podium about to speak. (For simplicity sake, it’s translated from Japanese to English).
EJPW President: “January second, two thousand and thirteen marks, what I feel as the biggest show in EJPW history, Wrestle Festival. We have to fighters with a tremendous fan followings, not just here, but around the world in Power Matsuzaka and Jordan Williams. We’re expecting the largest crowd in our history to witness this fight between these two unbelievable fighters. So, let’s introduce them. First, from Atlanta, Georgia in the USA; the Emerald Dragon, Jordan Williams!”
The sounds of the media snapping pictures can be heard in earnest as Jordan walks out of a side door. Jordan is dressed in a black, custom Gucci suit, with matching shoes that shine so well, they look like mirrors. Jordan also has an expensive diamond encrusted watch griping his wrist. Jordan walks up the steps and shakes hands with the EJPW president. The two men turn to the cameras as they continue shaking hands. Jordan then comes to the front and poses for the cameras once more. After a few moments, Jordan has a seat at the table.
EJPW President: “His opponent for this momentous occasion, is Jordan’s last student in his wrestling school. From Kobe, Japan; he is the reigning EJPW Heavyweight Champion, Power Matsuzaka!”
Again, the sounds of pictures being taken is heard as Power Matsuzaka walks out from the side door. Power has a gray pin stripped suit, with no tie. He carries the beautiful EJPW Championship on his shoulder. As usual, his trademark mane is combed out. (It looks like Wolverine’s hair do.) Power walks up the steps and shakes the President’s hand. They pose for the cameras and then Power poses for them by himself. Power has a seat next to Jordan. Power props the shiny belt up in front of him. There are microphones in front of each men.
EJPW President: “Now, any questions?”
Media member #1: “Power Matsuzaka, how will it feel going against your mentor and teacher?”
Power Matsuzaka: “I feel conflicted, actually. First, it’s a honor to face Mister Williams. I’ve always known this day was coming, but I didn’t want it to happen. Not only is he my mentor, but he’s a dear friend. So, I was taken a-back when he challenged me for the title. However, I understand it. He’s one of the greatest of all time and we all strive to be the best. Being the best means you carry the EJPW Heavyweight Championship…which I carry. So, he wants to be the best, he has to pin me or make me submit to become the best.”
Media member #2: “Why did you challenge Matsuzaka for the title, Jordan?”
Jordan Williams: “A couple of reasons. For a long time, I’ve touted myself at being the best wrestler in the world. Now, I’m a little older and I need to know can I still hang with the best of best. Back in America, I couldn’t beat the best guy in SCW, Nick Jones. I know Matsuzaka is great, I want to know, can I, the old man, Jordan Williams, beat the young great in Power Matsuzaka. This is probably the biggest match in my career, honestly. It’ll let me know if I can still wrestle with the absolute best or am I on my way out of wrestling? I’m not going to keep wrestling if I can’t do it at a high level. My wrestling mortality is staring me in my face.”
Media member #3: “For Jordan Williams, as you prepare for this match, what are some of Matsuzaka’s strengths that worry you?”
Jordan Williams: “Well, first off, he’s powerful…its in his name. He’s like a bull in that ring. I’m sure he doesn’t even know how strong he is. He’s got tremendous fighting spirit. I know I won’t be able to pin him with one of my finishers. He’s that tough. I’m going to have to hit a few of them in a row to finally beat him. It’s easier said than done. This will be the toughest match of my career.”
The press conference continues for thirty more minutes with the press asking questions about the upcoming match. At the end of the press conference, Jordan and Matsuzaka come face to face as the camera capture the moment. Jordan and Matsuzaka then turn to the camera doing their poses as the scene fades out.
“After the press conference, I head back to California for the SCW show.”
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The scene opens up inside Newark Pavilion in Newark, California. The fans have just filed into the arena and are anxiously awaiting the nights action when Thugz Passion” by Tupac hits the sound system. The fans in the arena boo, although a lot of fans are cheering as Jordan Williams walks out from behind the curtain. Some fans try to slap hands with Jordan, but Jordan avoid them with a disgusted look on his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and leaps over the top rope into the ring. Jordan asks for the microphone and Justin Decent hands him one.
Jordan: “No one really does this like the old days, so I’m gonna do it tonight. Something different.”
Jordan pauses for a moment, before he continues.
Jordan in his normal, boisterous tone: "Matthew Kennedy is on some sort of crusade for whatever reason. He’s on a crusade against Hot Stuff. For what Matthew? What are you trying to accomplish? You must have a death wish. Well, tonight pal…we grant it! You want to walk around here, trying to make some noise-but you’re barking up the wrong tree, son. You want to call me a has been and say that I haven’t accomplished anything here. Okay, yeah, like you’ve done anything. Let’s get this straight, if I wanted, I can walk into Mark’s office and get a SCW Title shot. While you long to be SCW Champion, its not a priority for me. My time for a title shot will come soon enough. Until that time comes, I’ll be kicking your ass and Casey's ass and Kain's ass. You see, you wanted to go after us, now you got us. You’re just being a troll. See, we’re trying to accomplish some stuff here, but we have trolls like you sidetracking us. So, tonight you get what you wanted…you wanna be famous? I’ll make you famous, Matthew. This will be the biggest thrill, the biggest match in your pathetic career, you troll!”
The fans in the arena give Jordan a mixed reaction to his comments.
Jordan: “Rage, you already said this isn’t your fight. You’re right it isn’t your fight, but you’re in it. Then you have the nerve to say you’re gonna kick my ass…really? First of all, let’s get something straight, I’m the only bald person in this fed, so start growing some hair and stop stealing my gimmick! Second, you’re not going to kick my ass…do you know who you’re talking too? I’m the GOD of professional wrestling! You may be a demon, but I am an immortal! You got that!? How about this though…how about you don’t even show up? I know you have no morals…no code of honor. Just don’t show up so we can give poor Matthew the beating he so craves and we can all move on with our lives!”
Jordan pauses as he walks over to the ropes to lean on them.
Jordan: “So, tonight, the demon and the troll will get beaten by the unbeatable combination. Jordan Williams and Nick Jones, two of the very best in SCW on one side…we won’t lose…we will never lose when we team up. Rage, no one will blame you if you don’t show up. Matthew Kennedy, we put you in your place. Once you see that your talent doesn’t match up to ours, you can go back to doing whatever is that you do. Nick and I? We’ll continue being great, because that’s what we do!”
Jordan drops the mic as “Thugz Passion” plays. Jordan climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp as the scene fades out.