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Osaka, Japan
July 24, 2015
Standing in front of a curtain backdrop, the SCW world heavyweight champion is wearing a suit and tie with the world championship draped over his shoulder. Next to him is his advocate Marshall Owens who is holding a microphone.
Owens: "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Marshall Owens and I'm the advocate for the current, reigning, defending, undisputed world heavyweight champion..."
As Marshall is giving his opening, a smile begins to form on the face of Sean Jackson. With every accolade sent his way, his head bobs slightly down before returning to normal. Of course, there is special emphasis on the word *undisputed*.
Owens: "That being Sean Jackson."
Sneaking a quick glance towards his client, he sees the smile and continues as he turns his attention back to the camera.
Owens: "Now in just two more days, my client once again does battle with the man considered by many as the number one contender to the world heavyweight championship. A man who has had opportunity after opportunity to raise the bar of his wrestling capabilities, a man who been giving chance after chance to prove he belongs in the ring wrestling for the world heavyweight championship..."
This draws an eyeroll from the world champion. As far as he's concerned, Kain has had more than enough chances and should have gone to the back of the line. But because of Christian Underwood and Gabriel, the so called King of Kings is given one final chance.
Owens: "And as expected, has repeatedly failed."
Marshall then permanently turns towards his client.
Owens: "Sean, welcome to Osaka Japan. A city, no a country rich with wrestling history. A culture that takes the sport of professional wrestling and treats the athletes like Gods. A country that sports the Tokyo Dome, an arena that has been home to some of the greatest wrestling matches in history. A country which has been home to some of the most remarkable competitors in the history of this sport...."
Sean nods in approval.
Owens: "So what is your response to the news that you are here, in this country that is rich in wrestling tradition, and you have to face a man that tried to cheat you for the greatest wrestling title in the world?"
Bringing a hand up to his chin, Sean strokes it ever so slightly as his eyes tilt up towards the ceiling. Here is the golden opportunity to rip into Kain, the golden opportunity to paint him a loser and completely undeserving of this championship match. As his mouth opens, you just know Sean is going to unload both barrels.
Jackson: "First of all Marshall, thank you for welcoming me here to Osaka Japan."
Huh?
Jackson: "From the moment I landed at the airport, the fans have been extremely nice and polite. Unlike American fans, when asking for autographs the people of Osaka show respect and tolerance."
Marshall nods in complete agreeance. If there's one thing about the wrestling fans in Japan, it was their politeness.
Jackson: "But it is that same politeness which prompts me to tell the world that Kain really does belong in the world championship hunt..."
Now that takes Marshall by surprise. The look on his face sales the shock as he fully expected his client to rip the beating heart from Kain's chest. But since that didn't happen, Marshall cocks his head to one side and a free hand goes on his hip.
Jackson: "Because time after time, he's earned the chance and after listening to what he had to say earlier, he shouldn't have a couple of fluke losses hanging over his head because of some jealous idiot."
Now Marshall Owens was totally confused. Twice now he's given Sean the green light to rip the shit out of Kain and twice, he's passed it up.
Owens: "Sean..."
Marshall tries to crack a smile.
Owens: "Uh, wha...what's going on here?"
As Marshall twitches the microphone nervously, Sean can only shrug his shoulders in confusion. As far as he was concerned, it was question answered.
Owens: "The guy basically calls you a cheater, calls you a liar, and has set his eyes on your world heavyweight championship. Don't tell me you are going to give this guy a free pass, and not rip him for it?"
The world champion raises his hand ever so slightly, his fingers slightly spread outward in an attempt to keep his advocate from blowing a gasket. Yes, yes Kain did rip him a new ass...but wasn't it justified?
Jackson: "Come on Marshall, give the man a break. He is truly justified in his frustration because not once, but twice some jackass has cost him a match and it shouldn't be tolerated. Hell, just think of how upset I was when Gabriel snuck his way in and cost me the world championship..."
Marshall remembers that night perfectly. It was supposed to be a one on one matchup against Drake Green, but poof, all of a sudden there was Gabriel.
Jackson: "Or how about Drexel Matheson..."
Now Marshall was beginning to understand.
Jackson: "who managing to weasel his way in as well, which too, cost me the world championship. So I'm not ripping on him because I completely understand him. A man can only be pushed so far before he starts to lash out at people."
Starting to understand a bit more, Marshall aids in keeping on point with his next question.
Owens: "But he's blaming you Sean. What do you say to a man who blames you solely for the acts of a lone nut?"
Now Sean can relax. The one question that needed to be addressed, had finally came out and now, it was time for his response. Sean then turns from Marshall and stares directly into the camera.
Jackson: "You know Kain, you are upset and you've got every reason to be. But instead of blaming me for what happened, maybe you should offer your condolences because I too, was a victim of that attack."
He extends his arms outward in a non-threatening manner. The one thing that hadn't been addressed was the fact that Kain wasn't the only one affected, so was Sean Jackson and Travis Nathaniel Andrews.
Jackson: "It's clear that a lone nut, someone who wished he could be the world champion, dressed up like me and hid under the ring. Then in a moment of seizing the opportunity, tried to pin you, thinking it would make him the world champion. Now I don't fault you for being upset, but instead of pointing fingers solely at me..."
With his thumbs, Sean points back towards himself.
Jackson: "Maybe you should aim that rage towards the person or persons responsible. Now granted, I understand why you think it is me. But if you look back to Colombo, Sri Lanka...I wasn't even in country when the imposter struck again, costing you the match against TNA. Matter of fact, I was back in the United States as a guest in another wrestling company...."
Again Sean shrugs.
Jackson: "So it wasn't me, and even that lying snake Christian Underwood can verify that. So the way I see it, there is someone out there who truly believes you don't belong in the ring with the world champion, and is trying everything to block your path."
Nodding the entire way, Marshall Owens brings the mic back to his own mouth in order to continue with the interview. This wasn't the way he thought it would go, but it appeared to be working none the less. While Kain raged all the way through his promo, Sean Jackson had taken a completely different tact. But before Marshall can ask his next question, Sean grabs the mic and brings it back.
Jackson: "So instead of looking just at me Kain, maybe you need to look at Gabriel. Or maybe Drake Green. Hell if I was you Kain, I'd start looking at Simon Jones."
That draws a gasp from Marshall Owens. Everyone has seen the Simon Jones teases, and now Sean is playing on that.
Jackson: "Or maybe, just maybe..."
Now his voice begins to pick up, the tone getting angrier and angrier.
Jackson: "It is you Kain. Instead of looking at all the potential suspects, and there's many...you want to cast doubt on me as if I needed some loser to beat you. Then on top of if all, you want to point at ME as being a thorn?"
Grasping the world championship tightly, he raises the belt high for everyone watching in television land to see.
Jackson: "I am the God damned world heavyweight champion Kain. You're just some nobody trying to ride my coat tails. A thorn? dude, you have no idea what you are talking about. The only thorn has been a man who thinks he can step into the ring with me in Osaka, Japan and walk out as the new world champion."
Slinging the belt back over his shoulder, the strap almost strikes Marshall, but the attorney is able to bob and weave in order to keep from being hit.
Jackson: "There's always some excuse with you isn't it? it's either too hot, or the ref was too slow, or my opponent cheated me. My God Kain, when are you going to man up and look into the mirror in order to blame the correct person for your inadequacies?"
Now THIS was the Sean Jackson that Marshall Owens had been waiting for.
Jackson: "When I came here to Osaka, I wanted to do a legitimate interview. I wanted to touch on just how tough of a competitor you were, on how tough of a match this was going to be. But no, you wanted to paint me as a cheater because it was easier than just admitting you weren't in my league."
Slapping the faceplate, the echo is heard throughout the room as the world champion is making a point. Out of all the world champions SCW has had in the past, out of all the future Hall of Famers it would represent, HE was now in possession of it.
Jackson: "Well Kain, in just two more days I'm going to prove who the better man is. So you had better bring your A game because if you don't, then it's going to be the shortest championship match in SCW history."
There was a topic that definitely needed to be addressed, and leave it up to Marshall Owens to bring it out.
Owens: "Sean, earlier you brought up some interesting names of possible suspects who would try to sabotage Kain. Well there is a special surprise guest referee assigned for your match..."
That prompts another eyeroll from the world champion who smirks and nods his head.
Owens: "And the lips are sealed at SCW headquarters. So my guess is..."
Sean takes the opportunity to chime in with his own take on the special referee.
Jackson: "Oh no doubt Marshall, I'm also willing to bet that the special guest referee will have had his hands all in this feud between Kain and myself. I remember Gabriel giving this title shot to Kain, reminding the world that he had one left. So it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out it could have been him."
Sean holds up a single finger while mentioning Gabriel.
Jackson: "He has been beside himself with jealousy since Riyadh and has probably been hatching this plan ever since. But then Marshall, you also have Drake Green."
A second finger is raised.
Jackson: "A man notorious for using other people to get what he wants. I know you remember Drake from that other company, don't you Marshall?"
How could Marshall forget. Back in the NWA (NeWA), Drake Green used some outside interference to win the Empire State Championship from Sean Jackson back in the early part of 2013.
Owens: "How could I forget."
Jackson: "Exactly, but Kain doesn't want to think of those two possibilities because it doesn't fit his agenda. But then Kain, there is also a third possibility..."
A third finger shoots up.
Jackson: "And that is a former two time SCW champion in Simon Jones. You know Marshall, all three men I mentioned have held the world championship here twice..."
Sean switches to two fingers.
Jackson: "Twice, the same as me. But the one man in this equation who hasn't even held it once is you Kain. That's right my man, you haven't held it one single time and I know that eats at you daily. It has to, because every day, every week, you want to spew your venom at me. Well Kain, it's time to break out that mirror and have a heart to heart convo with the reflection because you are way off base."
But then again, what else is new? As far as Sean is convinced, Kain too is a suspect in this cluster fuck of a world championship picture. In typical Sean Jackson fashion, he could go all heel on Kain, yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs. But why? Kain had already done that in front of the Japanese faithful, so now he just decided to heel on Kain in a completely different way.
Jackson: "But I still forgive you buddy. You are upset because week in and week out, you've been outclassed by the world heavyweight champion. You zigged when you should have zagged, you went up top when you should have stayed on the canvas. You stayed in the ring when you should have been on the floor, and in the grand scheme of things...."
The world champion gives that world class smile.
Jackson: "You will fail once again because your attention won't be focused in the right direction. In typical fashion, you will keep both eyes on me, when they should have been on that special referee. Kain, you already know what I'm all about, but the question is, will that so called special referee be someone who wants a clean world championship match? or will he be the person behind your failures against myself and Travis?"
Sean turns and gives a nod towards Marshall Owens, who returns it in kind.
Jackson: "Good enough for you?"
Owens: "Absolutely. How about lunch?"
The two turn to walk away, Sean slapping Marshall gentlemanly on the shoulder.
Jackson: "Sounds good."
There is extra inaudible words shared between the two as the scene fades to black.