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September 3, 2015
Just off the New Zealand coastline
Aboard Dynasty One
The scene opens on the sun deck of Dynasty One, approximately 10 miles off the coast of New Zealand. As the former SCW world heavyweight champion leans on the railing, looking out at the water below, his wife Pamela is in the Jacuzzi while Vanessa is sun-bathing in a very revealing two piece bikini. Off in the distance is Scott Cooke who is taking some down time from his security detail and keeping watch on the Vietnamese vixen.
With a glass of champagne in his hand, Sean looks up at the blue sky before taking a sip. His mind is on other things, clearly a million miles away when Marshall Owens steps into view.
Owens: Earth to Sean...Earth to Sean.
Hearing the voice of his attorney snaps him back to reality. Cracking a smile, Sean responds with a nod and a slight tilt of his glass.
Owens: Where did you go?
Shaking his head, the former SCW world heavyweight champion turns his attention back to the water.
Jackson: It's beautiful isn't it?
The attorney also turns his attention to the water and nods.
Owens: Yeah, I could spend some quality time here. Maybe hit the beaches and find me a New Zealand hottie like that...
He motions over his shoulder towards Vanessa who is still sun-bathing.
Owens: You know, throw something on me that Ajax couldn't get rid of.
They both share a chuckle.
Jackson: Well, when we pull into port on this. I'm quite sure you will find exactly what you are looking for.
Now he was talking, Marshall thought to himself. To see this monstrous 195 foot luxury yacht pulling into port, every gold digger within a fifty mile radius would be flocking to him.
Owens: Oh, I'm sure I will. Hell, maybe one of those bombshells will want a piece of the Marshall Plan.
The former champion does a double take.
Jackson: The Marshall Plan?
He rolls his eyes at the lame attempt of Marshall to put a name tag on a hypothetical sexual trisk.
Jackson: Did you really just say the Marshall Plan?
Taken aback, Marshall is confused. He thought it was a good name to use, or maybe Sean just didn't understand the reference.
Owens: Yeah, you know...the Marshall Plan. I took the name Marshall be...
Sean understood it the first time, so having to endure a fifteen minute explanation wasn't going to be required.
Jackson: Yeah, I get it Marshall. Just do me a favor and don't say it again because there isn't a bimbo dumb enough to fall for a line like that.
Marshall begs to differ.
Owens: Ana Nicole Smith would.
The former world champion is now solidly convinced that Marshall was dropped on his head as a baby.
Jackson: Ana Nicole Smith is dead.
Marshall dismisses that with a simple wave of his hand.
Owens: There's more of that walking around, you'll see. Besides, just think of all the bombshells Drake Green laid in his time with the company. If he can lay all those women, then I stand better than 50 / 50 with women on the beach.
Now who could argue with that?
As Sean and Marshall are talking, Scott has had enough of standing off to the side and watching, he then moves to a mini fridge located on the sun deck and takes out a couple of beers. He then steps over to and kneels down next to Vanessa.
Cooke: Beer?
Opening her eyes, Vanessa sees the muscular ex-soldier kneeling to her side. As she props herself up on an elbow, she smiles while reaching over and accepting the gift.
Vanessa: Thank you.
Extending his bottle in her direction, Vanessa reciprocates by tapping bottles before they both take a drink. They both lock eyes after finishing as the scene shifts back to Sean and Marshall. It is obvious they are no longer talking about women as the conversation has turned serious.
Marshall: Are you sure about that Sean? I mean, do you think it is a good idea to piss him off like that?
The Mental Rapist smiles. The fact Marshall is concerned means that he is on the right track.
Jackson: It is the perfect plan. Instead of concentrating on his match with me, I want him worrying about his family, about bills, his own health. I want it to be perfectly obvious that the well being of his family is at stake, that they are the objects of my desire.
Of course Marshall struggles with the thought process of purposely targeting another man's family. As an attorney, he did it as part of a legal proceeding but this, this was something entirely different. There was simply no way this ended well.
Jackson: I want their dreams consumed with nothing but thoughts of me. Their every waken moment, of nothing but me. I want to be in their heads Marshall, one hundred percent of their lives until Simon decides to go home.
The attorney still isn't comfortable with the idea. The thought of using a little girl and a woman to get under Simon's skin isn't an easy thing to swallow.
Owens: Sean, if you do this, Simon is going to come after you and he's going to come after you hard. He won't stop until...
The former world champion waves him off, not wanting to hear another negative word.
Jackson: Stop it Marshall, just stop it. I don't give two shits about Simon coming after me, matter of fact, I want him to come after me. When I met Simon for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship more than a year ago, I sat back and let him do as he damn well pleased. Well this time it is going to be different, one hundred percent different.
The sound of Pamela exiting the jacuzzi causes both men to turn from the ocean, and towards the water-soaked brunette who is now standing before them. Also wearing a revealing two piece bikini, the daughter of the Oil Tycoon grabs a towel and begins to dry herself off. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Marshall turns back towards the ocean. A move that prompts a chuckle from Pamela's husband.
Jackson: What's the matter Marshall? you act like you have never seen Pamela in a two piece.
That takes him by surprise. Why he would never...okay, maybe there was that one time...
Owens: Well...I...
He taps Marshall on the shoulder playfully.
Jackson: Jesus Christ Marshall, I was only kidding with you.
Marshall looks relieved. After all, Sean Jackson is one of the most dangerous men in wrestling today. Can you imagine what he would do if someone ever put their hands on his wife?
Jackson: Besides, I wonder what Jacqueline and Mattie are doing right now? I wonder if they are worrying about their Simon walking out the door? wondering if he will come home the same man who left them?
Marshall was now convinced his client had gone crazy. For who in their right mind would think of something this heinous? As he found himself listening further, Marshall found himself hoping that Simon Jones would no show this event.
Jackson: Besides, you know Mattie wants her daddy at home. Where she can kiss him, where she can tell him that she loves him, and he still be able to understand.
Finished drying off, Pamela walks up to her husband and gives him a peck on the cheek. Her smooth lips, slightly pinching his skin is enough to bring a sudden rush over his body. Yes, after all these years, she could still turn him on. It isn't until she walks away that the conversation continues.
Jackson: I bet Mattie always enjoys play time with Daddy. I bet she loves the tea parties, cherishes every moment of them. But I can just imagine how heart-broken she would be when daddy is no longer able...
He corrects himself.
Jackson: No longer capable of those make-believe tea parties. Tell me Marshall, would you sacrifice all those wonderful moments by facing a man like me?
Marshall hesitates to say anything. But that doesn't stop the Mental Rapist from continuing.
Jackson: Would you really risk all of that to be world heavyweight champion?
Again Marshall doesn't answer.
Jackson: Because only a true selfish prick would pick a championship belt over his own flesh and blood. Over the daughter who only wants to spend her childhood with her daddy.
Finally Marshall turns his attention to his client, a stunned look on his face.
Owens: Sean, don't do this. I understand you want to be the world champion again, but not like this. Not at the expense of Simon Jones and his family.
The response from his client isn't what he expected.
Jackson: You don't look so good Marshall. You look a little pale, maybe you should get some rest and leave the wrestling part of this business to me. Besides, I'm doing Simon a favor. After that piss-poor performance at Summer XXXtreme III, he needs to go home and forget all about wrestling.
He takes another sip of his champagne.
Jackson: To continue this idiotic path is illogical and irresponsible of him. All he accomplished was embarrassing himself and wasting a perfect opportunity for me to regain what was mine. He is a liar to his wife and a thief of his daughter's childhood.
A warm gust of wind comes over the yacht and through his hair, causing a few strands of hair to flare outward before settling back down. Feeling even more uncomfortable with the conversation, Marshall glances over just in time to see Vanessa and Scott going over to the other side of the sun deck, in a conversation of their own.
Jackson: He may claim to love them, he may even have himself convinced of it. But his actions say something totally different. If he truly loved them, then he would give up this absurd dream of regaining past glories and be a father and husband.
Then it dawns on him. A two fold plan comes to mind.
Jackson: Matter of fact, I say it is time he proves his love.
As Sean turns and walks away, Marshall is confused as to the meaning of that last statement.
Exactly ten minutes later
In the Master Suite
In front of a camera
Jackson: Hello Mattie, my name is Sean. Just so you know, I'm an old friend of your daddy. I understand you are kind of young and don't know exactly what's going on, so let me try and help you.
The Mental Rapist has already put on a friendly face. If you didn't know any better, it would be a convincing story.
Jackson: You see, daddy has a lot on his plate right now. I don't want you to think he is putting everyone before you and mommy, because well...
Sean shrugs.
Jackson: Well, he has the best of intentions. He is a professional wrestler now and even though it takes away the tea parties, it is what it is. Instead of thinking about the tea parties you are missing out on, think about the ones you got to enjoy with him before...
The former world champion fakes a heavy sigh.
Jackson: Before he boarded the plane to go to New Zealand. You know daddy doesn't have to be a pro wrestler, he can be whatever he wants to be, right there in Cardiff Wales if he wanted to....
And now comes the fake tears, but the camera is back too far and as far as a little girl would be concerned, they were real enough.
Jackson: My daddy was like Simon. Always gone on the weekends, never there for me when I was home from school. But he wanted a better life for me, so I had to just accept it...
Sean starts wiping the fake tears, faking the cracking of his own voice.
Jackson: Then one day, he just never came back. But I'm sure your daddy would never do that to you, I'm sure he would always put you and your mother first in his life. I bet if you would ask him to stay at home this weekend, he would do so without even giving it a second thought.
Sean lowers his head momentarily, before raising it back to the camera.
Jackson: Isn't that right Jacqueline?
Only a truly disgusting bastard would use a man's daughter like that. But Simon was warned, even if he did ignore it.
Jackson: I bet Simon would pick his daughter over the world championship any day of the week and....
He smiles.
Jackson: Twice on this Sunday. Isn't that right Simon?
Satisfied, Sean stops the recording. Sitting down in a chair, he picks up a phone and makes contact with the radio room.
Jackson: Send someone down to my room. I have a package that needs to get sent out as quickly as possible.
He then hangs the phone up.
Jackson: Simon, I wonder where you are going to be when this package makes it to your home? I wonder how excited both Jacqueline and Mattie will be when they see your name on the package? I wonder how long it will take for them to rip the wrapping from the box, revealing a video disc that simply says *play me*.
Now everyone is getting an idea on how sadistic this man really is.
Jackson: But instead of seeing you telling her that you are coming home. She sees me explaining to her why you aren't there. It makes me wonder how she will take it? or better yet, how your wife will take the fact that someone like me, can get to Mattie as easily as I want.
A huge smile covers his face.
Jackson: And believe me Simon, it is easier than you think. I made her a promise that I would give her daddy back to her, and as always, I keep my promises.
Fin.