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Climax Control Archives / Fin
« on: December 15, 2017, 08:02:17 PM »
 When I first joined SCW all those years ago, people were saying I was on the downside of my career then. That was back in 2012. Now, here we are five years later, and no one needs to say it, I will say it myself…I’m not just on the downside of my career, I am at the end. I’m done.

Now that I’m unequivocally at the end of my career, I guess it’s time to take some truth serum and look at things.

When I came back from my hiatus to join SCW in 2012, like I said, people were saying that I was on the downside of my career and of course me being the cocky little shit that I was and still am, I must agree with those people. I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but I was. I just wasn’t the same. I used to be an athletic freak. I could run and jump faster and higher than anyone. And when it came to wrestling, I could do it all. I could do things on the ropes that no one at my size (6’5, 265 lbs) could do. I could brawl with the best of them. I could mat wrestle with the best. I could talk on the mic better than anyone. I was the quintessential perfect wrestler. With my style, I incurred a lot of injuries. My knees could only take so much. I’ve had both ACL’s repaired. I’ve had my MCL in my right knee repaired, plus microfracture surgery on my left. So, when I came to SCW I was robbed of my uber athleticism. I had to do all kinds of stretching and taping up my knees and knee braces, so on and so forth. But, here’s the thing, in my mind I was still the best wrestler in the world. I knew I could still compete at a high level, however I still had to prove to myself that I could still wrestle at a high level. Looking back on it now, I just couldn’t. I have very high standards for myself and I think my SCW tenure was a failure. Yes, I became SCW Heavyweight Champion. I became SCW Tag Team Champion. I was the first winner of the Blast From the Past Tournament. I accomplished some things, but in my mind, I was capable of much, much more. I should have dominated SCW. I should have been an SCW Hall of Famer. Here it is at the end and no Hall of Fame. Why? Because, at the end of the day, my tenure here wasn’t up to the standards that everyone had grown accustomed to seeing from me. There were two people that I considered a peer in SCW: Nick Jones and Gabriel and I couldn’t beat either in singles matches. Had those matches taken place in 2001, I could’ve and would’ve beat them, but 2012-2014 Jordan Williams couldn’t. They were younger and better. I was the older veteran with too many injuries. It’s just like what you see on the National Geographic Channel or Discovery. The young lion almost always beats the old lion and kicks him from the Pride. I always heard the phrase in the sports world, “Father Time is undefeated.” You’re god damned right he is.  

So here we are today. This is my 20th year as a pro wrestler. I’ve wrestled all across this world. I’ve done all I ever could of hoped and dreamed for in wrestling. This is the end for Jordan Williams.
This is the end for SCW as well. This is the last Climax Control card. I’m in a Survivor Series style match. I look at the people in this match and I see some names I know. I’ve either fought with or against. The one name that stands out is of course Nick Jones. You were the one person I could not beat. I beat Gabriel in tag matches. But you…I could never beat you. You were always just a half a step ahead. I’ve came so close to beating you so many times, but could never get the job done. If you want to talk about the guy I respect the most from all the people I’ve ever wrestled in SCW, it is you Nick. I mean shit, you were undefeated for so long, you held the SCW Title longer than anyone, and you were an annoying little shit. I’ll give you your props. You’re a great wrestler. But, I have the chance to finally beat you.

J2H. I remember when I came to SCW you were just some weird emo kid. And I don’t know if much has changed, I guess we’ll find out.

Goth is another person teaming with Nick. You were around when I was here and you didn’t really stand out then. You were just…there.

Kain, I remember you. You always talked shit, but you could never back it up. Apparently after I left you finally won the SCW Title. It took guys like Nick and myself to move on before you could even sniff the SCW Title.

Gene Banton, Jr. I remember the papa Geno but not you. I ran into Papa Geno back in the old IWA days. He was a handful. Not sure how you are, but if you’re anything like your old man, then you might be something.
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The scene opens up to inside the Gold Coast Casino where Jordan Williams is playing a slot machine. Jordan is wearing a business casual outfit with basketball shoes, smoking a cigar. A tiny, light brown-haired waitress serves Jordan a cocktail in a plastic cup. Jordan reaches into his pocket and tips the waitress twenty dollars. He takes his cocktail while he takes a puff of his cigar. Jordan is killing time before he meets up with Ms. Rocky Mountains of SCW to do an interview in the convention hall where the ring is set up. Jordan reaches into his pocket to check his phone for the time and he sees that its time to meet up with Ms. Rocky. Jordan cashes out the remaining money he has left and downs the rest of his drink and puts out the rest of his cigar. Jordan starts walking towards the convention hall.  Once Jordan gets there, he sees Ms. Rocky and camera crew from SCW set up in front of the ring.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jordan! It’s so good to see you!

Jordan: Likewise! You know I had to talk to you!

Jordan kisses Ms. Rocky Mountains on the cheek as he has a seat in a chair designated for him for the interview. For obvious reasons, Ms. Rocky Mountains has always been his favorite reporter from SCW. Today they are going to talk about Jordan’s time in SCW for the SCW website.

Ms. Rocky: You ready?

Jordan: Of course!

MRM: What have you been up to since the last time we saw you?

Jordan: Just doing the family thing, you know. Taking the kids to school and practice for their sports and recitals and all this crazy stuff. I stay so busy with the kids and Vanessa has her Steak House that’s doing well, so I help out there when I can. I gave control of my night club to Max, because it was getting to be too much juggling that and the kids and helping with the restaurant. It’s fun, but it is hectic!

MRM: So, here you are back in SCW for the last Climax Control. What are your feelings heading into the match?

Jordan: Bittersweet. It’s the end of an era, that’s for sure. I know everything has an end, but I always thought Mark and Christian would find a way to keep this place open.

MRM: So, let’s talk about a few things before we talk about the match. First, you told me that this is your last match potentially. Why did you come to that decision?

Jordan says with a smile: I’m old!

MRM and Jordan both laugh.

Jordan: Seriously though, my body can’t take much more of this. I wrestled a pretty intense style over the years, plus the schedule of not only wrestling in America, but going back and forth to Japan and wrestling that style. It has finally taken a toll on me.  

MRM: I’m sure it has! As you look back on SCW, what is your favorite moment?

Jordan: I have a couple. Of course, winning the SCW Championship is one of those. I’m a competitive person so from day one the goal for me was to become SCW Champion. Eventually I did. It validated to me that I could still be the best.

MRM: One thing we all know about you, Jordan, is that you don’t lack confidence.

Jordan smiles and says: Well publicly I didn’t lack confidence, but in my own head I did. I really doubted myself when I came back, but winning that championship reinvigorated my confidence for a little while longer.

MRM: You said you had a couple, what was the other one?

Jordan clicks his tongue then says: Teaming with Mark against TSSA in Japan.

MRM: That was a fantastic match!

Jordan: Classic! Back when I was young, dumb and full of you know what…TSSA saw the potential I had and took me under their wing and I became part of that stable with Tony, Derrick, Austin, Angel and the other guys. As they say down in Georgia “They learnt me”. I really learned how to be a pro in this business and to wrestle Tony and Derrick in their last match ever with my best friend Hot Stuff; who by the way, me and him became one of the most famous tag teams ever…it was a night I will never forget. I got to be in the ring with three of my best friends and guys that I respect. It was awesome.

MRM: The last Climax Control sees you in a Survivor Series match. What are your thoughts on the match?

Jordan: Should be fun! I get to go out there one last time. I got some good partners. I get to team with Bo Dreamwolf. Austin trained him, so me and him were kind of sorta cut from the same cloth. Austin is the guy that I learned the most from in my career, so he knows what he’s doing. I remember wanting to work with Bo when I first got here years ago, but it never worked out. He’s someone who’s ability I respect. The rest of the match, we’ll see how it goes, you know? It’s a big ol’ 10 Man tag, so it’ll be a lot of moving parts, I just want to be there in the end and get the win.

MRM: You seem so subdued. Where’s the loud and ultra cocky Jordan “Purely Sexy” Williams at?

Jordan smiles and says: I’m 40 years old! I can’t say that I’m the best wrestler in the world, no one believes that! That doesn’t mean I don’t think I can’t go out there and win the match. I didn’t fly out to Vegas to lose! I want to win and we will win. Whether we sweep that team or I’m the sole survivor, by hook or by crook, Jordan “PS” Williams is going to win this match. Why? Because I’m too good for ya!

The scene fades out as Jordan throws up the double guns hand pose.

When I read about athletes that are at the end of their careers, they all say the same thing: “My mind can still go, but my body can’t.” That’s where I’m at in life. This body is running on fumes. I’m doing all this with smoke and mirrors. I won’t go out there and embarrass myself. I have too much pride. My body running on fumes is still better than most at 100%. But, I can’t stop thinking about this being the last time I wrestle…

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Climax Control Archives / A Different Side of Jordan
« on: April 07, 2017, 11:10:08 PM »
  The scene opens to a shot of a darkened room with just a TV on. The man is sitting in a chair, watching TV. After a few beats, the man tilts his head back a bit and blows out smoke. The camera gets closer and we see it’s Jordan Williams, smoking a cigar and watching a wrestling match with him versus an indistinguishable opponent. Jordan reaches his right arm out to the side to grab a glass of what looks like rum and he takes a sip. Jordan puts the glass back on the end table and takes another hit off his cigar. Jordan begins speaking in a low key tone.

“That old saying in the wrestling business is true, ‘never say never’. Here I am about to step foot inside a wrestling ring. I received a phone call a couple weeks back asking to participate in this Blast from the Past Tournament as a favor. Obviously, I said yes, as I'm sure a lot of people know Hot Stuff-as he would say-he's my best mate. And Christian is my little buddy, so I said ‘sure’.”

Jordan takes another sip of his rum and sits it back down.

“I told my wife that I was done back then, though I never actually retired. I just faded away…which is very unlike Jordan “PS” Williams. Jordan “PS” Williams is a very loud, boisterous guy! A person who will tell you is the best wrestler in the world and had the matches and interviews to back it up! I was loud and colorful, but much like a shooting star, I burned bright and just…faded away.”

Jordan pauses for a moment, rubbing his forehead before continuing.

“My first stint in SCW, I was the legend coming back to wrestling to reclaim what was mine, the mantle of best wrestler in the world. I did that and then some. It wasn't long before I won the SCW Heavyweight Championship. It was a matter of pride that I won the SCW Heavyweight title, but it wasn't why I came back. Sure, I missed interacting with fans, to get that rush again, but I wanted to prove to myself that I was as good as I said I was. I like to think that was a success. Facing guys like Spike, Nick, and Gabriel. Teaming up with Hot Stuff to face my old friends Derrick and Tony and the four of us tearing down the house in Japan. That first run in SCW did what I wanted, it was a test to see was I could still do this at a higher level than anyone and not to toot my own horn (shocking, I know) but toot, toot! Mission accomplished.”

Jordan has a slight grin on his face as he takes a hit off his cigar.

“So, what is my purpose this time? That's a good question. I don't really know. I just love pro wrestling and when I got called to do the tournament, I kind of got that itch again. Back in my young and dumb days, I would expect to be anyone, anytime, it didn't matter who it was. Now? I dunno, I'm older, wiser, a realist. I'm hoping I don't embarrass myself.” He says somberly.

Jordan stares off at the TV, as the match he was watching has switched to another match featuring himself.

"This isn't a pity party, it's just reality. Father Time is undefeated. However, this old dog has just a little bit more fight in him. Enough to not only beat Ben and Samantha, but along with Remi, win this whole damn tournament. I already won this thing once with Odette…Team OJ! I’d like to win it again.”

Jordan takes another sip of his drink as he continues.

“You see Ben, my old buddy, this isn't the old Jordan that you're used to. I'm not me anymore. I'm just old Jordan. Those crazy dives over the top rope, I can't do it anymore. Those flips off the top rope…The Hotlanta, I can't do that anymore. What I can do, the stuff I prided myself the last half of my career, the technical aspects of wrestling; I can do those very well. Physically, I can’t I’m not the wrestler I used to be, Ben. But that doesn’t mean I still can’t do what I do well. It’s been a while since I was inside a wrestling ring…there will be ring rust, but I didn’t forget how to be a wrestler. I didn’t forget what it takes to be great in the ring. I can’t do it through sheer force and athleticism like I used to…I can be great again by being smarter.”

Jordan says that last line while pointing to his head. Jordan slowly takes a hit off his cigar and blows it out.

“There is more than one way to be a great wrestler. I’m more of a thinking man’s wrestler. It’s something no one has seen from me ever before. Ben, I know you’re a hell of a wrestler, and in your prime, but I’m wiser. I can do more by doing less. I’ll do whatever it takes to win. And hey, I might not even have to pin you. Remi can pin Samantha. We can win by DQ or count out. It doesn’t matter to me. Winning is all that matters to me. By any means necessary, Ben. By hook or by crook, Ben, Samantha, myself and Remi are going to win this match and we’ll win this damn tournament. I will be the first two-time winner of the Blast from the Past Tournament. Why?”

Jordan turns to the camera and takes a puff from his cigar and blows it slowly at the camera and says slowly:

“Because. I’m. Too. Good. For. Ya!”

The scene fades as Jordan flashes his old trademark cocky grin.

The scene opens to a shot inside a steak house restaurant in Sayerville, New Jersey.  The scene cuts inside to the manager’s office where Jordan Williams is standing with the SCW camera crew.

Producer: “Are you ready Jordan?”

Jordan smiles and says: “I’m always ready. It’s good seeing you all again.”

Producer: “Same here. We’re rolling whenever you’re ready.”

Jordan: “Alright!”

Jordan takes a brief second to gather himself and says gleefully:

“Welcome SCW fans! I know a lot of you have been wondering what I’ve been doing all these years. The last time you saw me, I was running a club. Well, after a few incidents and lawsuits…”

Jordan leans over to the camera to whisper:

“My wife really is to blame for me selling the club.”

Jordan stands up straight as he clears his throat with a smile on his face he says:

“I now run this beautiful steak house with my wife and worshipper…”

Suddenly a voice is heard yelling:

“Business partner! Business partner! Not a worshipper!”

Soon, Jordan’s business partner and old stooge Max Sobotka walks into view.

Max: “Jordan and I are now business partners!” he says happily.

Jordan’s glares at Max and says through gritted teeth:

“Business partner.”

Max: “As you all remember, I once started out as a trainee at Jordan’s wrestling school and because I wasn’t good enough to wrestle, and since I have a master’s degree in finance, Jordan hired me to be his book keeper for his various business ventures, which included his night club…which I told him from day one he shouldn’t take it over.”

The camera cuts back to Jordan who is face palming.

Max: “Further more, I told him…”

Jordan cuts him off: “Anyways, the fans of SCW wants to hear about how I’m doing. Stop putting yourself over, Max!”

Max: “Well…”

Jordan then leads the camera down the hallway with a halfhearted grin on his face.

“Gotta love old Max. He hasn’t changed after all this time. Always glomming off my heat.”

Jordan spots his wife, Vanessa and says:

“And there she is, my love, Vanessa. Babe, come say hi!”

Vanessa rolls her eyes as she walks over to the camera crew as Jordan has a huge grin on his face.

“Say hi, Vanessa! The SCW sent a camera crew to see what I’ve been up to since the last time I was on SCW TV!”

For the uninitiated, when Vanessa entered the wrestling business, she used to manage Jordan and eventually they got married. Since Jordan and Vanessa had their twin girls, Vanessa retired and only popped up from time to time. Having the cameras around have always been a point of contention between her and Jordan. Jordan is more open and Vanessa likes keeping her family off camera.

Vanessa reluctantly says: “Hi everyone!”

Jordan notices Vanessa’s demeanor and says:

“What’s wrong babe? The people want to see the most beautiful woman in the world!”

Vanessa smiles at the camera and says to Jordan: “Let me talk to you for a second.”

Jordan turns to the crew with a nervous smile on his face as he and Vanessa walk into the refrigerator. Even though we can’t see them, Jordan is mic’d up and we hear:

“They won’t be here long.”
“I know, that you don’t like the camera’s…”
“I know you have a business to run…”
“Okay fine.”

The refrigerator door opens and Vanessa walks back to the kitchen.

Jordan comes walking out of the refrigerator with a straight face.

Producer: “Are we good, Jordan?”

Jordan: “Yeah. We’ll see my daughters and we’ll wrap it up.”

Producer: “Alright then, let’s continue.”

Jordan immediately perks up and leads the crew through the state of the art kitchen and into the dining area where he walks towards the hostess position. As he’s showing off the dining area, a customer tries to get Jordan’s attention but he just walks by without acknowledging the customer. Jordan points at his teenage daughters, Jessica and Natasha who are the hostess’ in the restaurant.

“Say hi girls!”

Both girls wave and say hi to the camera.

“Why don’t tell everyone what ya’ll be up to!” Jordan says with a toothy grin.

Jessica who is more like Vanessa says: “Mom just told us to say hi and that’s it.”

Jordan puts his hands on his hips and says under his breath: “Of course.”

Natasha who is more like Jordan and willing to share (and some say, more of a "ditz" like Jordan) says: “We’ve been doing great! We both have scholarships offers from several colleges because we’re both smart!”

Jessica: ‘Tasha, shut up! You know Mom said not to divulge anything on camera because you like to say too much!”

Jordan looks at the camera with a frightened look on his face and says to the producer: “Well this is going to hell. Sorry guys, we’ll have to shut this down.”

He says as the twins are now arguing with each other.

Producer awkwardly laughs as the two girls get louder with each other.

Jordan: “When you marry an Italian, family business stays in the family.”

Suddenly, Max comes up to Jordan and says: “Jordan, a customer says she was trying to get your attention and you just walked past her?”

Jordan seeing his welcome back video for the SCW fans ruined, gets an annoyed look on his face and says to Max:

“You fix it, business partner.”

The scene fades as Max looks perplexed by Jordan’s comments.

The scene opens to the parking lot of the Michigan State Fairgrounds Coliseum and the SCW cameras see Jordan Williams getting out of his rental car with his gym bar with his gear. The camera crew walks up to Jordan to speak with him as he walks towards the building.

Producer: “What are your emotions?”

Jordan: “Nervous. I feel like a rookie again.”

Producer: “It’s been what, three or four years since you’ve been in a ring?”

Jordan smiles and says: “Wow, just hearing that just sounds crazy!”

Producer: “What are you going to do first?”

Jordan: “I’m going to see Mark.”

Producer: “When was the last time you spoke to him?”

Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “What did you say, three or four years?”

Producer: “Wow.”

Jordan: “I guess it’s time for a Hot ‘n’ Sexy reunion, huh?”

The producer says with an excited tone: “Not to sound like a fan boy, but you two as Hot ‘n’ Sexy was the reason I became a wrestling fan. You two were the best team I’ve ever seen. I will geek out while we film it.”

Jordan laughs as he walks into the building with the camera crew following him. The crew follows him until he reaches a door marked with Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s name. Jordan knocks and then opens the door.  Jordan drops his bag and loudly yells:

“Limey!”

HS: “Baldie!”

The scene fades out as the camera picks up on Jordan and HS laughing very loudly.


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Climax Control Archives / Starting out the New Year on the Right Foot
« on: January 10, 2014, 11:58:09 PM »
 “I’m bored.”

That’s the sound any parent hates after the holidays. As a parent, I spent a ton of money on my twins, Jessica and Natasha for Christmas, yet I hear “I’m bored” just two days after Christmas. My daughters are entering their thirteenth year on this planet, and have gotten any and everything they’ve ever wanted…yet they’re bored.

The scene opens up to Jordan sitting in the den watching the pre-game show for the college football National Championship Game between SEC Champion, the Auburn Tigers and Jordan’s alma mater, the Florida State Seminoles. Sitting next to him on their comfortable couch is his daughter, Natasha; whom is on her cell phone and just muttered those ugly words, “I’m bored.” Natasha has always been like Jordan. She has a bad temper, attitude, and bad mouth like her father…and she get’s her ADHD from her father.

Jordan turns to Natasha and says: “I just got you a ton of clothes, the Playstation 4, Xbox One…not to mention games to go with it…plus the new Kindle thingy; yet you want to tell me you’re bored!?!?”

Natasha: “Daddy! I don’t know. There’s only so many hours I can devote to a video game. Or watch Vine on my phone.”

Jordan: “Call one of your girlfriends.”

Natasha: “People are being stupid today. I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

Jordan: “Then you better get a job!”

Natasha play hits her dad, then says: “I’m not that desperate…geez.”

Jordan: “Hey you can help me pay for some of these damn bills and Christmas presents.”

Natasha: “Dad, I can’t work, I’m too young!”

Jordan: “Girl…when I was seven I had a full time job!” he says as Natasha bursts into laughter.

Natasha: “Yeah right!”

Jordan: “I did! I had a newspaper route!”

Natasha: “But that isn’t a full time job!”

Jordan: “It was to me!” he says with a sheepish grin. “Get a paper route!” he shouts.

Natasha: Daddy, there are no more newspapers, they’re all dead!”

Jordan thinks for a second, then says: “Good point.” Jordan pauses for a moment then says: “Why don’t baby sit for the neighbor or something?”

Natasha: “I hate kids!”

Jordan perks up and yells: “GREAT!”

A confused Natasha asks: “Why?”

Jordan quickly quells his excitement, then says: “Huh…nothing. No reason!”

Natasha: “You’re silly, daddy!”
Jordan: “But anyways, learn how to sew or knit. Volunteer to a homeless shelter or something.”

Natasha: “I don’t want to do anything like that!”

Jordan: “Well, you’re going to keep being bored. You need to find a hobby. I can’t say do your homework, because you have a 4.0 average.”

Natasha grins from ear-to-ear while she says: “YEP!”

Jordan: “Well, I know you can help your mother and sister out with the dishes.”

Natasha: “I’m not allowed!”

Jordan: “Why not!?”

Natasha: “Because they say I never wash them right!”

Jordan smiles and puts his arm around Natasha, while saying: “You’re just like me! God bless you! I love you!”

Natasha laughs and snuggles into her dad’s chest while saying: “I love you too!” Natasha checks her phone and says: “Are you going to Uncle Rob’s house tonight for your game?”

Jordan: “Yeah, I‘m going to leave here in a minute.”

Jordan and Rob are Florida State alumni. Both men were three time All Americans in track at FSU.

Natasha: “Your team is going to lose!”

A flabbergasted Jordan says: “Why would you wish ill on your old man’s team? You’re suppose to root for my teams!”

Natasha: “I like the other team’s colors better!”

Jordan: “So you think Auburn will win because you like their jersey colors better!?”

Natasha: “Yep!”

Jordan: “It’s people like you who wreck fantasy leagues and tournament brackets because you pick everything off colors or logos…and it’s you horrible people who win fantasy leagues and tournaments! No skill! No effort! Just luck!”

Natasha: “Umm…daddy…what are you talking about!?”

Jordan rolls his eyes, then says: “Nothing sweetie. I have to finish getting ready.”

Natasha: “Okay!”

The scene fades out as Jordan walks out of the room to get ready for the big game.

An hour and a half later, Jordan arrives at his billionaire friend’s penthouse, Rob Anderson, to watch the game. Jordan is decked out in Florida State gear as is Rob…but Rob has on war paint. Throughout the game, Jordan and Rob are nervous wrecks as their team isn’t fairing too well against Auburn. As if they need an excuse to drink, they start drinking heavily during this period of the game. Both men’s spirit has deflated at this point. But things start to pick up for Florida State and they mount a furious comeback. Jordan and Rob are on the edge of their seats as Florida State are in scoring position to get the go ahead score. FSU pulls off the impossible and scores a touchdown and Jordan and Rob burst into thunderous cheers! Jordan, who is drunk, leaps to feet to celebrates, but loses his balances and falls into the coffee table.

Instead of helping Jordan, Rob jumps on top of Jordan and they begin celebrating! After a few minutes Rob and Jordan help each other up and start yelling uncontrollably.

Jordan: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Rob: “GOOD GAAAAWWD! WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING WIN THIS THING!”

Jordan continues: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

After a couple of desperation plays, its official: Florida State are the new National Champions of college football!

Rob: “Dude, I was not expecting this!”

Jordan: “I know, I was having a heart attack on that scoring place. Thank god for Winston! He brought us our title!”

Rob: “Dude…we have to go to the parade!”

Jordan: “You god damn right we do! Gas the jet up now, Rob!”

Rob: “I’ll put the call in a few! I’m too excited to do anything! WE FUCKING WON THE NATIONAL TITLE!!! WOO HOO! WOO HOO! WOOO FUCKING HOOO!!!!”

The scene fades out with Rob and Jordan high fiving each other endlessly!

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where Miss Rocky Mountains is standing next to Jordan Williams near his locker room. Jordan is wearing his wrestling gear and matching duster. MRM begins the interview after her cue from the camera man.

MRM: “I’m here with a man who needs no introduction, the legend himself, Jordan ‘PS’ Williams. Jordan, tonight on Climax Control, yourself and Ben Jordan team up against former SCW Tag Team Champions, Blood Omen. Can I get your thoughts on tonight’s matchup?

Jordan begins in his boisterous tone: “Miss Rocky Mountains! Tonight the whole world is going to witness even more greatness from Ben and I. Blood Omen, as you mentioned are former SCW Tag Team Champions. They beat the almighty Sinful Obsession. Ended their long reign as champions. A little piece of trivia is Sinful Obsession’s title reign started because they defeated Casey and myself…well, Casey was pinned so there!”

He says as he playfully sticks his tongue out.

“But anyway, Blood Omen is going to be a tough test for us tonight, but a test that we will pass with flying colors. While Ben and I are a new-ish team and Blood Omen are former Tag Team Champions, they still can’t match the individual skill level of Ben and I. We may be great individual talents, but we’re quickly coming together as a team. I was apart of two of the greatest tag teams in the history of this business: Hot ‘n’ Sexy and the Perfect Dynasty. This team feels like it’s headed in that direction.

MRM: “Wait Jordan, isn’t that going too far so soon?”

Jordan: “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been around long enough to know what’s-what. This is special. This is history in the making. Ben and myself are just beginning to blaze the trail of our legacy that will no doubt be a a historic one. Tonight is just the next phase in that. Blood Omen are just stepping stones to that great of achievement of being one of-if not the best tag team in wrestling history. I have a feeling that I’ve only felt two times before…I had it with Hot Stuff and I had it with Billy. Ben and I have already developed great chemistry pretty quickly…just wait until we don’t have to communicate with one-another. That’s how the great teams operate and trust me…that’s how we’ll operate after long.”

Jordan pauses for a moment before continuing.

“It seems since I came back with Ben and made it a priority to reignite the tag team scene, all these teams start popping back up again. Ringo and Mickey, you two pay attention because tonight, Ben and I…which we’re still working on a name. My Bloody Valentine is right around the corner and I want you boys to take note of how Ben and I wrestle as a well oiled machine. But make no mistake about it…at My Bloody Valentine, we won’t be looking to have a classic wrestling match with you two…we’re going to kick the shit out of you, for jumping us a few weeks ago.

“Kain, you and have a little history with each other. You can say whatever you want about me…but one thing you can’t say is that you can beat me…at no point in our little history have you beaten me, Kain. Not in singles…not in tags. Never. You can’t beat me. I’m too fucking good for ya. For all the pain you say you’ll cause people and for as much shit as you talk, you sure can’t back it up. You can beat some of these lowered tiered guys, but you can’t beat a superstar…an icon…a fucking legend such as myself, Kain. But that’s okay, your role is to talk your shit and then get beat. Kain, tonight is no difference. Whether you have a partner or whether you’re by yourself. Your destiny stays the same…win a few against inferior talent, but when its time to step up to the plate against the best of the best…you come up short…every. Single. Time.”

“Frost…we have no real history with each other. Just a couple of matches that I’ve won. Which is how this is going to play out. Like most of my matches usually turn out…with me with. I have to hand it to you…it was a helluva feat beating Sinful Obsession a while ago for the SCW Tag Team Championships. Real impressive. But that was in the past. You two aren’t the same team anymore. Ben and I are more talented than that. Knocking off the former champs will just a minor accomplishment for us. Bigger and better things are to come, I can guarantee you that!”

MRM: “Any last words?”

Jordan: “In closing, everyone is apart of history. We’re documenting our historic rise as a great tag team…match by match. However you want to refer to us: The Jordan’s, Team Jordan, #Legend/FutureLegend. It continues with Blood Omen and then we will move onto those douche bags, Jimmy Ringo and Mickey Carroll. We’re keeping it rolling, baby! We’re the best around!”

The scene fades out as Jordan throws up the double guns pose.

(OOC: I apologize for the quality, but I’ve been in the middle of moving the past couple of weeks and don’t have the time. Sorry to Ben, Kain and Frost)

4
Climax Control Archives / Agenda
« on: December 13, 2013, 02:43:57 AM »
 The scene opens up to a studio where Ms. Rocky Mountains is prepping for her sit down interview with Jordan “PS” Williams. She is sifting through her papers when Jordan Williams walks into the studio. Jordan has on an expensive tailored made suit with dress shoes that are shined so well, they look like mirrors. MRM stands up and greets Jordan with a kiss on the cheek and Jordan returns the favor. As they exchange pleasantries, Jordan gets mic’d up the interview and MRM finishes her prep work. After a few minutes, Jordan sits in a comfortable, plush chair. MRM is given the nod to proceed with the interview.

MRM in an excited tone: “Jordan, on behalf of everyone in SCW, welcome back!”

Jordan grins and replies: “Thank you Miss Rocky, I sure missed seeing your…”

Jordan eyes gaze at MRM’s cleavage, before looking into her eyes.

Jordan: “I missed your beautiful face.”

MRM: “Awww, thanks Jordan! You’re so sweet! I’ll ask the question that’s on everyone’s mind…why did you come back?”

Jordan: “A few reasons. When I left, SCW was in great shape with the likes of Nick Jones, Drake Green, Simon Jones, Kevin Carter, Ben Jordan, Mickey Carrol, Odette Ryder, Misty, Roxi Johnson, Giani Di Luca, The Fallen and a host of others. When I left, it seemed likes dominoes because mostly everyone left for one reason or another. Once I left, I stopped watching SCW, but then one day I decided to check up on it and I see a bunch of names I’ve never heard of and most of the top names gone. It was like a mass exodus.”

“I didn’t want the possibility of SCW closing down to happen…not to say that it would…but I didn’t want to sit back and watch things get worse. As everyone who follow me on Twitter, know of the mutual admiration and respect that exists between Ben and I. So, I we started talking and set this whole comeback in motion.”

MRM: “What do you see in Ben Jordan?”

Jordan: “He reminds me of a mix between Hot Stuff and myself, honestly. I see the next SCW Heavyweight Champion…I see a future World Champion…I see the next legend and icon in this business.”

MRM: “Wow, that’s high praise.”

Jordan: “It is, I don’t say that about everyone. But Ben has all the tools to be one of the all time greats.”

MRM: “So what do you hope to accomplish this time around?”

Jordan: “Ben and I want to put together a run in the tag team division that hasn’t been seen before in not only SCW, but in wrestling.”

MRM: “That’s a lofty goal.”

Jordan: “It is, but why come back with no plan? Why not try to be the best at anything? No disrespect to Gabriel and Despayre who are probably the best team in SCW history. But I want people to forget they even existed. That’s the type of run I want. When people think best tag team in SCW history, I want them to think Ben and I first.”

MRM: “When you were here last, you also helped with the younger talent. Will you be doing more of the same?”

Jordan: “Absolutely. I love talent development…I ran a highly successful school that produced the likes of the guy who writes the checks around here, my best friend: Hot Stuff Mark Ward, so I have a keen interest in helping out the young guys.”

MRM: “Why is that so important to you?”

Jordan: “It was something that was taught to me from guys like Austin Parker. Always help out the young guys, because one day, they’ll be in your position and it’s the veteran’s responsibility to make sure the business is in good hands…that’s why you mentor the young guys. Austin mentored me and taught me well. So, I’m giving back and doing my part to make sure the business is in good hands.”

MRM: “Anyone in particular you’re looking at?”

Jordan: “Anyone who wants the help. Like Casey Williams employed me to help out with his wrestling school. That’s the stuff I want to see from this generation…be proactive and don’t be afraid to ask a veteran if you want to improve.”

MRM: “Is there anyone you’re looking forward to working with?”

Jordan: “Everyone. But there seems to be this cult following for Ben and I to join up with Simon Jones, Emma Rose and Drake Green. I say…why not? So, if Ben is cool with it, I extend an invitation to Simon, Emma and Drake. I realize Drake isn’t active, but if you’re watching this bro, come on back.”

MRM: “That sounds like a pretty awesome stable…and you have been apart of some great ones.”

Jordan: “Twisted Steel & Sex Appeal, the Perfection Connection and Supremacy. We could be the premiere stable in wrestling history. I surround myself with the best and I consider all of you to be just that…the best.”

MRM: “Wow, you heard it here first, could there be a new stable on the horizon? We’ll see!”

“Jordan, I want to thank you for your time here today, good luck in the next chapter in your long, illustrious career.”

Jordan: “Thank you, I’m looking forward to it.”

The scene fades out.

The scene fades into a shot of a bar near Casey Williams’ school. Inside the bar, Jordan and Casey are drinking a few beers and talking.

Casey: “All of the students are estactic that you’re taking the time to help them out, Jordan. On their behalf, thanks.”

Jordan takes a sip of his beer and says: “It’s my pleasure. It reminds me of when I ran my school. I kind of miss it. But I want to help turn your school into a quality place for people to learn. Ben is excellent at teaching these kids too.”

Casey: “Shit yeah…he’s like a drill sergeant.”

Jordan: “And that’s exactly what they need. I’ll give them the psychological aspect of things, but they’re in good hands with Ben. He’s awesome.”

Casey: “Who knew we could work together again after our feud?” he says with a laugh as he sips his beer.

Jordan laughs then says: “I know, right? You’re not the first enemy I had that I went back and worked with. But all that stuff is water under the bridge. I’m just glad to help out.”

Casey: “Remember that time I choke slammed you off the apron and through the announce table?”

Jordan finishes his beer as Casey finishes that comment, then says: “You won’t let me live that down, huh?” he says with a smile.

Casey with a big grin: “Nope!”

Jordan: “It was one of the great moments on Climax Control, but it hurt like hell.”

Casey: “Remember when I press slammed you from the ring and into the crowd?” he gloats.

Jordan rolls his eyes and says: “Yes Casey, I remember.”

Casey: “Awesome stuff, huh?”

Jordan: “You love reminding of this stuff, huh?”

Casey: “Yes!” he says with a big grin.

Jordan: “Yeah, well…remember all the times you beat me…oh wait…you never have! HA!” Jordan says while sticking out his tongue.

Casey: “Asshole.” he says as he goes back to drinking his beer. “I missed the asshole that is you Jordan.”

Jordan stretches his arms out and says: “It’s good to be back!”

Casey and Jordan laugh and they continue talking as the scene fades out.

The scene fades in backstage at the Boys and Girls Club in Las Vegas, Nevada. Jordan Williams is walking down the hallways when Pussy Willows approaches him with a microphone in hand.

PW: “Jordan, tonight in your return match, you and the Cockney King, Ben Jordan take on the Surf Boys. Can I get your thoughts on tonight?”

Jordan looks at Pussy with a salty look on his face then says: “You’re not even going to say hello, or welcome back; you’re just going to just bombard me with a question?”

PW: “Uhh…I’m so sorry….”

Jordan cuts her off, then says: “Not even going to lube up my entry, huh?”

PW gets a confused look on her face at first, then makes an “ahhh I got it look” on her face as she starts laughing.

Jordan in his vintage boisterous tone: “I’ll answer your question because I know my fans have been wondering all week…what does Jordan ‘Purely Sexy’ Williams think of  our match with the Surf Boys.”

“The Surf Boys are just a backdrop in the spectacle that is Ben and I teaming up for the first time! I have respect for the Surf Boys, they’ve been Elmer’s glue that’s held this tag division together. I’m sure they’ll be up for the challenge, but in the end, they’ll fall to the hands of Ben and myself.”

“Tonight, Ben and I make history. This is our first time teaming up. Surf Boys, you’ll be able to tell your grandkids this story one day, that you were the first opponents of the conglomerate that is Ben and I.

Jordan pauses for a moment then begins to speak again.

“One of the hot topics surrounding the surprise of Ben and I teaming up is, what will be our team name? Will it just be the simple, Jordan Williams & Ben Jordan? The ironic: The Jordans? Or a suggestion that I heard on Twitter that involved a fictional stable: The Pleasure Zone? Or something else? I don’t know. Ben and I haven’t really hashed that out yet, but when we do come up with a name, we’ll let everyone know.”

PW snickers at Jordan’s silly tangent. Jordan too has a hard time keeping a straight face.

“Surf Boys, regardless of what our team name is, just remember one thing, we’re going to come in this match focused and ready to make a statement that we’re here to dominate the tag team division. We’re shooting for an epic run here in SCW and you boys are just the beginning. Why? Because we’re too good for ya!”

The scene fades out as Jordan flashes his trademark cocky grin and walks off camera.

5
Climax Control Archives / First Day On the Job/Redemption
« on: August 02, 2013, 11:42:56 PM »
 “Its no secret that I’m planning my life after I retire from wrestling. After my last promo, Mark and Christian approached me about working for SCW in an agent position, which is sort of what I do now, but in a full time capacity. I told them I would like to do that, but I want to be in some sort of management role too, but I wanted to see if I want to be able to handle the responsibilities that go along with it. Now I’m not saying I’ll be co owner of SCW, but help alleviate the work load. For the first day I’ll be shadowing Christian.”

The scene opens up to the offices of SCW in Las Vegas, Nevada. The scene picks up Jordan Williams walking through the hallways to Christian’s office. Jordan walks up to Christian’s secretary, an attractive brunette has just finished answering a phone call as Jordan approaches.

Secretary: “One second Mr. Jordan, I’ll tell Christian you’re here.”

Jordan: “Before you do that, how you doing?” he says in a flirtatious manner.

The secretary blushes and says: “Fine!” the secretary says with a grin.

“Go ahead and buzz Christian, beautiful.”

The secretary smiles and pushes an intercom button on the phone and says: “Christian, Jordan is here.”

Christian: “Send him in!” he says.

Secretary to Jordan: “Christian will see you now.”

Jordan: “He can wait a second…so what are you doing tonight after work beautiful?”

Secretary: “I thought about going out.”

Jordan: “Well since you want to go out, why don’t I come with you? We can chill, you know?”

The secretary laughs and says: “I’ll think about it.”

Suddenly Christian walks out of his office and sees Jordan flirting with his secretary.

Christian: “Oh my god! I think I died and went to heaven!!!”

Jordan looks at Christian with a smile and says: “I know, I know! I’m here!”

Christian: “I need to call Tony and Derrick! They’ll love this!”

A confused Jordan: “Love what!?”

Christian: “I didn’t know you swung both ways, man!”

Jordan looks at the secretary who is trying to fight back laughter and Jordan says: “Oh no! Oh no, no, no! Hell no!”

Christian and the secretary burst into laughter as Jordan hangs his head low, with his hands on his hips.

Christian walks up to Jordan and pats him on the back and says: “I thought you said your first time would be with Tony!?” he says in a teasing tone.

Jordan shakes his head and says: “Damn! I’m slipping! I’m so sorry, man…lady.”

Secretary: “It’s okay, it happens all the time actually.”

Jordan: “My compliments, because you had me fooled!”

Christian: “So am I invited?”

Jordan looks at Christian, then says: “To what?”

Christian: “To watch you and Tony or possibly partake in such activities?”

Jordan sarcastically says: “Hahaha. Very funny. In your dreams, buddy!”

Christian: “You have no idea…”

Jordan: “You have a dirty mind, my friend.”

Christian: “Oh, I wouldn’t call it a dirty mind…more like a sexy imagination!!!” he says with a gigantic grin on his face.

Secretary: “So does that mean you don’t want to go out tonight?” he teases.

Jordan: “Thanks, but no thanks! Can we please get on with this!?”

Christian: “Come on back to my office and we’ll get started.”

Christian and Jordan walk into his office. Jordan immediately sits behind Christian’s desk, reclines back in the seat and puts his feet on the desk.

Jordan with a big grin on his face says: “I can get used to this!”

Christian gives Jordan a half hearted smile and says: “Please get your feet off my desk.”

Jordan: “My shoes are clean, man.”

Christian: “I don’t know that…you could have dog crap on it for all I know!”

Jordan: “Please son, my shoes are fresh to death. Besides I don’t own any pets to be stepping in dog shit anyways.”

Christian: “You should get a cat, I think you’ll love it!”

Jordan without missing a beat says: “I hate cats!”

A flabbergasted Christian: “You what!?”

Jordan: “I hate cats! They suck!”

Christian: “You’re fired!”

Jordan: “Already!?”

Christian: “Cats are the greatest pets in the world! How can you say you hate them?”

Jordan: “They are condescending little shits, that’s why!”

Christian: “No they’re not!”

Jordan: “Like hell! You have to earn their love and they’re smug. I don’t like that!”

Christian: “That’s not fair…”

Jordan cuts him and says: “Is to. I mean seriously, I brought them into my home, I feed them, and I bought them toys, they should be earning my love, not the other way around…those bastards!”

Christian: “Sounds like you want a dog then.”

Jordan: “Not really.”

Christian: “Why’s that?”

Jordan: “They stink, especially when it rains, they shit and piss everywhere.”

Christian: “Cats have kitty litters, they don’t need to be taken out on a leash.” he says with his nose turned up.

Jordan: “Blah!”

Christian: “Get a cat Jordan, they take care of themselves. Trust me, you’ll love it. They’re very independent!”

Jordan: “I’m good! The last thing I need is a pet.”

Christian: “What if your daughters want a pet?”

Jordan: “I will tell them that owning a pet costs too much money.”

Christian: “Oh come on, now! Why would you lie!?”

Jordan: “Christian, if you’re ever fortunate to have a kid, you will know that lying is essential to parenting.”

Christian: “Why’s that?”

Jordan: “Because your kids will bug you to death about stuff.”

Christian: “I don’t believe in that sort of thing.”

Jordan: “Seriously, like when Natasha lost her tooth, I forgot to put money her pillow and guess what?”

Christian: “What?”

Jordan: “She start bawling because the tooth fairy ‘didn’t like her’, even though it was stupid daddy who forgot to put money under pillow!”

Christian: “So what did you tell her?”

Jordan: “The truth wasn’t an option…so I told her the tooth fairy called me and told me she was sick.”

Christian: “Ah ha!”

Jordan: “If I would’ve told her the truth, she would’ve hated me forever!”

Christian: “I think you’re going overboard here.”

Jordan pauses for a moment and says: “Come on Christian, this is me…when don’t I over exaggerate?” he says with a smile.

Christian quickly says: “That’s true!”

The two share a laugh as Christian changes gears.

Christian: “Alright, lets get started.”

Jordan takes his feet off the desk and sits up.

Christian has a seat in the chair in front of his desk and says: “A lot of what I do is book the arenas and all the issues surrounding it.”

Jordan: “Like?”

Christian: “Well if they double book us with another event or the building has maintenance issues that forces us to book another building in the town.”

Jordan: “How often does that happen?”

Christian: “More than you’d think, actually. It can be hectic. Especially the last minute changes. Those are a nightmare.”

Jordan: “I can imagine.”

Christian: “But luckily, I’ve went the rounds with so many of these people, I have back up plans in case one building falls through for whatever reason and the backs ups are usually pretty good getting us in last minute.”

Jordan nods his head.

Christian: “I also have write the card descriptions that end up on the site.”

Jordan: “So you’re the one the who slanders me!”

Christian starts laughing and says: “I wouldn’t call it slander! Just stating facts!”

Jordan: “Not funny!”

Christian: “Aww poor baby.” he says as he leans over to pinch Jordan on his cheek.

Jordan: “Now I know who to see the next time I get slandered.”

Christian laughs and says: “I’ll take it easy on ya, since you’re so sensitive!”

Jordan shakes his head while smiling, then says: “ANYWAYS…what else?”

Christian: “I deal with the catering companies to make sure our food shows up.”

Jordan: “Cool, I imagine that’s smooth sailing?”

Christian: “Hell no! I wish it all was, or else I wouldn’t have to drink wine every damn night!”

Jordan and Christian start laughing.

Christian: “I get sloppy when I get drunk FYI.” he says with a wink.

Jordan: “Damnit Christian, this is sexual harassment!”

Christian: “Oh, don’t act like you hate it!”

Jordan: “Hey, if there was a real female saying this stuff to me, I wouldn’t care…she could harass and molest me all she wants…”

Christian: “Ooooohhh! Let me go change!” he says with a laugh.

Jordan smiles and says: “You’re too much for me, man. I swear!”

Christian: “From what I see in the showers, you might be too much for me!”

Jordan: “Awwww godddddd daaaaamn!” he yells!

Christian: “Okay, okay! I’ll stop!” he says while laughing hard.

Jordan: “If I were a couple shades lighter, you could see me blush.”

Christian: “I’m sorry. Back to the catering, in fact they are supposed to be calling me to confirm the change in the order I had to make.”

Jordan: “Oh really, like what?”

Christian: “Well for starters, I had to add in the fact that someone in this room only drinks Fuji water instead of regular bottle of water, like the rest of us.”

Jordan looks around the around and says: “I wonder who that could be?”

Christian: “Wouldn’t happen to be a certain person sitting in my chair?”

Jordan: “Hmm…” he says facetiously knowing its him who has to have Fuji water in the dressing room.

Christian: “Everyone asks me who’s the biggest diva in SCW. Everyone expects me to name a bombshell but no…it’s you and Nick who are my biggest divas!”

Jordan: “That’s bullshit!”

Christian: “It’s true!”

Jordan: “No, I’m a bigger diva than Nick! He doesn’t even come close!”

Christian: “You’d be surprised at the demands he has.”

Jordan: “Try me.”

Christian: “Well, I don’t want to put his business out there like that, but let’s say, he has some outrageous requests.”

Jordan: “I bet he doesn’t request the newest edition of US Weekly in the bathroom like I do. I got to have that magazine in the bathroom when I take a shit…it’s a must!”

Christian thinks for a minute and says: “That is an unusual request, but he has some weird ones too.”

Jordan: “Fuck that! I gotta talk to him out this! It’s a competition! Who’s the biggest diva, Jordan or Nick?”

Christian: “That seems like a rather weird, pathetic and sad competition.”

Jordan: “I always like to turn things into a competition. And if I can gamble on it, its even better!”

Christian laughs and says: “Why?”

Jordan: “Hey if you’re going to do anything, why not make or lose money off it?”

Christian: “That’s very dumb, no disrespect, man.”

Jordan: “Well, I have a gambling addiction, what can I say?”

Christian shakes his head with a smile then says: “I mean, I do everything, but those are main things. I help out with the talents that come through here to work on promos and who just want to work out in the ring.”

Jordan: “I thrive on that.”

Christian: “I know! We would have you help out everywhere too, but if you could focus on talent development, that would be excellent.”

Jordan: “That’s cool, I like helping out these young guys anyways.”

Christian: “We’ve noticed. Trust me, someone of your stature doesn’t do things like that often, so it says something about you.”

Jordan: “Hey, I’ve acquired a ton of knowledge over the years, might as well teach the young guys what I know.”

The scene fades out as Christian and Jordan continue talking.


The scene opens up backstage in the arena where Jordan and Sasha are in the catering area getting lunch. There are a slew of SCW wrestlers and staff members getting food as well. Sasha grabs her food and goes to sit down at a table. Suddenly someone taps Jordan on the shoulder. Jordan turns around and sees its Giani Di Luca.

Jordan: “Oh what up, Giani?”

Giani: “Not much bro! What’s up?”

Jordan: “Bout to smash this food, man. I’m starving like a mug!”

Giani: “You? Shit bro, I can eat all this food!”

Jordan and Giani laugh.

Jordan: “You booked tonight?”

Giani: “Yeah bro, against Brother Grimm.”

Jordan: “Dang, good luck with that!”

Giani: “Luck is for losers bro! Take it easy!”

Jordan: “You too!”

Jordan grabs his food and sits down next to Sasha.

Jordan: “What did you get?”

Sasha looks up slowly and says: “You just saw me get my food…”

Jordan: “Chill out, damn!”

Sasha: “And you have two eyes, you can see what I got.”

Jordan sighs heavily and says: “Do you have to be a smart ass with every god damn thing you say?”

Sasha: “If you wouldn’t ask dumb questions, I wouldn’t give those responses.”

Jordan: “I’m just starting conversation, that’s all.”

Sasha rolls her eyes as she starts eating.

Jordan: “Fine, I’ll shut up. Besides, if I talk too much while I eat, I’ll get indigestion.”

Sasha: “With as much as you talk, I find that hard to believe.”

Jordan: “Meanie.” he says as he sticks his tongue out at Sasha.

Sasha: “Stick that tongue out at me again and I’ll use it as a paper towel.”

Jordan: “Violent and mean. You should get help.”

Sasha: “You know who else said that?”

Jordan: “Who?”

Sasha: “A psychiatrist.”

Jordan: “Oh yeah? What happened?”

Sasha: “He ended up in a halo.”

Jordan’s eyes bug out of his head and says: “God damn!? What for?”

Sasha smirks and says: “I told him I didn’t need help, he kept insisting, and I insisted I didn’t; in my own way. So I flipped him out of his chair and flipped the desk on top of him.”

Jordan: “Daaaaammmnnn!”

Sasha: “He broke his neck when I flipped him out of the chair…such a weakling.”

Jordan: “You need…” Jordan stops in mid sentence as Sasha glares at him. “You need to finish eating that food!” he says to save face.

Sasha gives a fake smile as the scene fades out.


The scene opens up backstage at the Ice Arena where Jordan Williams and Sasha are standing with Ms Rocky Mountains.

MRM: “Jordan, tonight you and your Supremacy stable mate, Nick Jones team up against Kevin Carter and the guy who beat you for the SCW Heavyweight Championship, in this very city of San Diego, Simon Jones. Your thoughts?”

Jordan smirks, then says: “Ha! I guess it was in San Diego that Simon beat me, huh? Well, tonight I can guarantee you and Simon one thing, he’s not beating me here again. Simon, I respect you and your ability, I truly do. You beat me and that’s fine, but let’s get one thing straight…you and I both know you shouldn’t have won that match. All the boys in the back know it too. But there seems to be certain forces against me. But in any event, you did beat me, but you better believe this Simon, not only will you and Kevin lose, but you will not be walking out of Summer XXXtreme as the SCW Champion. The clock is going to strike midnight Cinderella.”

Jordan pauses for a moment, before he continues.

“But back to tonight. Nick and I are some what of a dream team. I know if we teamed up often, we would surpass any tag team I’ve ever been apart of. We’ve teamed up a couple of times before and guess what? We won! And guess what tonight’s outcome will be? Nick and I winning again! We don’t call ourselves Supremacy for nothing. We are the best of the best, not just in SCW, but the world. Tonight you’ll find that out. Simon, while beating me was a fluke, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m better than you. Yeah, you got lucky and beat me on that, but others think its cute to have you as champ. We all know that I’m better than you, I should’ve beat you and tonight I get my pay back when Supremacy walks over you and Kevin Carter.”

Jordan once again pauses as he switches subjects.

“Kevin Carter…my old pal. The thief of SCW has returned! The night I won my title, you stole my belt and walked out of the arena with it. I eventually got my belt back thanks to Hot Stuff and Sasha…”

Jordan looks back at Sasha who gives a hint of a smirk.

“When I won the SCW Title, I thought it was you who was going to be my first opponent for the SCW Championship, but that never materialized. But here we are today, you’re my opponent for Climax Control. Believe me when I say this, you have a Boma Ye in your future after you hit me with your finisher and stole my belt. I never got proper payback. So whether its at Climax Control or at Summer XXXtreme, I will turn your lights out with the Boma Ye.”

“I wonder who’s ass you kissed to even get in this match, Kevin. I mean, what the hell have you done since you returned? Nothing as far as I’m concerned. Yeah you beat a bunch of mediocre guys a while back and you’re a former Tag Team Champion, but seriously…what have you done for me lately Kevin? But regardless of that fact, you’re in that match at the super card and you’re in the tag match…that’s all I’m concerned with. You’re my opposition and I will do anything to make sure you and Simon don’t walk out of this match the winners.”

“Do you two really think me and Nick care how we win this match? You’re right if you said that we don’t care. The talent that we bring to the table is unmatched. We’re the two best wrestlers in this company…everyone knows it. Supremacy is back together, we’re at full strength and Kevin and Simon, you will get first hand experience of how great Supremacy really is. Its one thing to hear about how great we are, its another to experience it and that you will. This is all but a guaranteed victory.”

MRM: “Jordan, if I may, you were the overwhelming favorite to beat Simon Jones, yet you lost to him. Tonight you and Nick are overwhelming favorites to beat Simon and Kevin Carter. Do you really think this is a guaranteed victory?”

Jordan squints his eyes in anger at MRM as Sasha glares at her: “Yes I think it’s a guaranteed victory. We are Supremacy, damnit! We win all of our matches. Simon got lucky, big deal? He and Carter won’t be so lucky, because they’re stepping in the ring with the two best in the world. We can’t lose…we won’t lose! Take that to the bank!”

The scene fades out as Jordan and Sasha walk off.

6
Climax Control Archives / Analyzing Everything
« on: July 13, 2013, 03:50:33 PM »
 The scene opens up to an old, dingy gym some where in the Brooklyn, New York. Inside we see Jordan Williams covered in sweat sitting on an old bench that’s tattered and held together by duct tape. Jordan reaches down to the dirty floor to grab a clear sports bottle filled with water and takes a long, long drink from it. The camera cuts a close up of Jordan’s face after he finishes drinking the bottle. He stares into the camera and then drops his head.

“My loss at Into the Void was stunning…it truly is. As great of a competitor as Simon Hill is, I still can’t believe he beat me. Everyone knows that I, Jordan Williams, the God of Professional Wrestling; should still be SCW Champion. But, I can’t go back into time and change it. I can only change things for the future.”

“Did I take Simon for granted?…maybe, maybe not. Was I looking ahead? Probably. But even at this age, I can still learn things. The thing I learned is, from here on out is leave nothing to chance. Break someone’s will from the beginning. Guess who is the first victim of that new approach? Frost.”

“Frost, another skilled competitor, but he’s no God. But I guess you can say even Gods can be beaten…even gods have weaknesses…”

Jordan shakes his head vigorously.

“I have no weaknesses…I was just looking ahead instead of what was in front of me. Right now, you’re in front of me, Frost. I will do anything to win this match. Whether its clean or dirty. Help from Sasha or no help from Sasha. I don’t care. I will win at any costs. I know we’ve wrestled once before this and I walked away victorious…You’ve gotten better, I hope…I know I did. You’re facing me after a tough loss and I will redeem myself, Frost. You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

The scene fades out as Jordan stares into the camera


The scene opens up to SCW headquarters in Las Vegas, Nevada. Inside a media room, Miss Rocky Mountains is about to conduct an interview with Jordan Williams. She’s looking over her notes for last minute reminders as Jordan is getting mic’d up. Jordan has on a business casual outfit with a diamond encrusted watch, griping his wrist. MRM asks Jordan if he’s ready and she gets the nod from the camera man that he’s ready and to begin anytime.

MRM: “Hi, I’m Miss Rocky Mountains, here with an exclusive interview for the SCW website. I’m here with a man whom needs no introductions, Jordan Williams. How are you Jordan?”

Jordan: “I’m fine, I could be better.” he says with a smile.

MRM: “It’s been over a year and a half since you came back to wrestling. How’s it been for you since you came back?”

Jordan: “It’s been a blast. I’m glad I came back, because I’ve had some great times here in SCW.”

“You won the SCW Championship earlier this year, can you talk about what that meant to you.”

“Oh it meant a great deal. To be at the top of any federation is a great accomplishment. When you take into account my age…which mind you isn’t all that old, but in the wrestling world, being 37 is a fossil. Wrestling is a young man’s game, but what people fail to realize is: when Ric Flair was at the top of his game back in the day he was in his late thirties, early forties. Harley Race was still winning World Titles in his forties. Terry Funk won a World Title when he was fifty-something. So the track record shows, while you may not be at your athletic prime, like running a 4.1 forty yard dash, your mind doesn’t age. Your mind gets smarter. I don’t need to be able to jump out of the gym to out wrestle someone. I prove that when I beat these younger guys on a night in and night out basis. But to get back to the original point, winning the SCW Championship, for where I’m at in my career is a great achievement.”

“Since you brought up being ‘old’. What disadvantages does it bring you?”

“Surprisingly not a whole lot in the ring. I’d rather be smart than athletic. I know that’s a weird thing to say, but if you have a sharp mind, knowing how and when to attack your opponent, then you can beat anyone. You don’t need to bench press five-hundred pounds. But honestly, the disadvantages are the things people don’t see. It takes a little bit longer for me to get out of bed, because I’m so sore. I would be sore anyways because I try to put on the best match on the card every time I go out there. But I used to spring right out of bed and run to the gym. I have to have massages everyday. You would think, ‘I would love to get a massage everyday.’ But I need these massages. Trust me, there is no sweet blonde, with a bust size that would put you to shame…”

MRM blushes.

“Rubbing me down with hot oils and exotic lotions; giving me a happy ending when I’m done. It’s some old guy, with the hands the size of a frying pan, who has more hair than George ‘The Animal’ Steele; popping my back, and massaging certain points. I walk away smelling like a car shop, not of potpourri.” he says with a small laugh.

“Wow, that’s interesting.”

“I’m trying to keep my body in tip top shape, because if you take care of your body, it’ll take care of you. So, doing the massages, yoga, and doing general exercises keep me going.”

“You’ve had a lot of nice things to say about the younger generation of talent here in SCW, but also ACW.”

“Because it’s all warranted. My favorite guy of the young dudes is Ben Jordan. He reminds me of a certain friend of mine, who’s from Millwall, that shall remain nameless.”

“He wouldn’t so happen to be the boss around here, would he?” she says, while playing along.

“I can’t confirm or deny that.” he says with a smile. “But seriously, Ben does remind me of Hot Stuff a little bit. I mean he’s Ben Jordan, but he has a little Hot Stuff to him, you know?”

“You two have certainly developed a bromance on Twitter.”

Jordan laughs, then says: “Bromance, huh? Talent recognizes talent and I’m not afraid to tell him that. I admire his abilities and maybe one day, we’ll step into the ring either as opponents or as partners.”

“You know you have that dream match/dream partner card you could play.”

“Ah ha! That’s right, but we’ll see what I’ll do with that.”

“Have you given any thought of who you’ll pick?”

“I have.”

“Any clues?”

“Well, I kicked around some names from the past like Austin Parker and Billy James.”

“As opponents or partners?”

“Either. I haven’t faced Austin in so long, yet we haven’t teamed up in ages either. While we weren’t a regular team, I think we would’ve been on legendary status had we had teamed up on a full time basis. You know us Georgia boys had a great chemistry.”

“The same holds true for Billy?”

“Right. The unique thing about Billy is that we never wrestled each other under any circumstance. In some respect, I’d like to keep it that way…but on the other hand, let’s see who’s better. Can you picture it…

Jordan looks up into air as MRM wonders what he’s doing.

“Jordan ‘PS’ (even though he doesn’t go by that anymore) Williams versus ‘Beautiful’ Billy James…the Perfect Dynasty explodes!!!”

MRM laugh as Jordan sits back in his seat.

“Just like the Mega Powers…even though I never had lust for Kristen.” he says with a laugh.

“No doubt that would be a dream match!”

“Yeah, but I’d like to team up with him one more time too. We were so dominant…undefeated World Tag Team Champions. We were never beaten. Beaten we were never. Unscathed as a team. I don’t know how else I can say we were undefeated.” he says with a laugh.

“I think you have it all covered. Anyone else you’re considering?”

“No not really. Because some of the people I would consider I’ll end up facing or teaming with eventually. Like Nick. I mean, we’ve already faced each other and teamed with each other. Drake Green, I know I’ll end up wrestling him one day.”

“Speaking of Drake Green and Nick Jones, you took to Twitter earlier this week with criticism that their match is taking place on Climax Control.”

“Yes, because we’re in the business of making money. Everyone knows how talented Drake is. Everyone knows how great Nicky is, and they want to see them go at it. Why not build to it, instead of giving it to us right out the gate? They could make a ton of money off this, honestly. To be fair, a lot of rivalries begin with a match with no reason, then it turns a feud. Being the arm chair booker that I am, Nick Jones versus Drake Green would be main eventing the next three super cards with the SCW Championship on the line. This has serious money making potential. Dare I say, this could be the best feud in SCW history if booked properly. Outside of myself of course, they’re the top two in SCW.”

“That’s high praise for Drake Green, who has yet to prove himself in SCW ranks.”

“Doesn’t mean anything to me. Anyone with two eyes and a brain can see Drake is already a top guy, he just doesn’t have a ton of wins in SCW to back it up. But, trust me when I say this, many people will lose to Drake and he will be SCW Champion sooner or later.”

“Wow, that’s a bold statement.”

“Talent recognizes talent. I respect the hell out of him and I look forward to working with him in any capacity.”

“It sounds like you’re very impressed with him.”

“Absolutely…and Simon Jones too. I know he’s an ACW guy and he shouldn’t have beat me for the title, everyone knows this, but SCW and ACW has a ton of talent. The talent level in SCW is at an all time high. That’s why I want to step back and let these guys shine, but it also pulls me back, because I want to work with them.”

“You were on the verge of retiring and recanted it, but when you do, what will Jordan Williams do?”

“Watch my daughters finish growing up. I know that sounds cliché and corny, but it’s the truth.”

“Any hobbies you’re into?”

“Not anything that I would turn into a profession. I mean, I have that club and I can play Humphrey Bogart for the rest of my life and be happy.”

“So no wrestling in your future?”

Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then says: “Maybe. I don’t know. The right opportunity has to present itself.”

“Like?”

“Who knows? Maybe I can talk Billy into running an indy in the South. I’m from Georgia, he’s from Florida where wrestling has thrived for so many years. I think that area is craving a good promotion to run in the area.”

“Really? That would be fascinating.”

“I ran my wrestling academy successfully for so many years, maybe the next step is owning my own promotion…I don’t know though. I would have to have a great partner to run it with.”

“So, if the right opportunity came along, you’d open your own promotion?”

“Yes. Everyone thinks I should stay in wrestling in some capacity. Be it as a talent scout, training like I did before, a booker or own my own promotion. I personally like the booking aspect of it. I certainly don’t have a shortage of jobs in the business when I retire.”

“You have spoke highly of Drake Green, Simon Hill, Ben Jordan and Mickey Carroll. Who else do you see as being top talents down the line?”

“I don’t like answering these questions because if I don’t name everyone, then people will take offense to it. But Kain is one guy I think could really kill it if he continues to improve. I’ve been in the ring with him plenty of times and if he puts its all together, eventually he’ll own the business. He’s a ruthless dude and that’ll serve him well.”

“A fan wanted to know, will we ever see you as Marauder again?”

Jordan smiles and says: “We saw the last of Marauder at New Year’s Rising.”

“Bummer!” MRM says in a disappointed tone.

“I know, but everyone still sees traces of Marauder when I spit the green mist. I was doing that as Marauder. So he lives on in spirit. But going back under the mask? I don’t think so. But…we all know, I can’t control Marauder…he controls me!!!” he says with an evil laugh and raised eyebrows.

“Another fan wants to know, what do you think of the direction SCW is headed?”

“Its going great. I would love to see us expand a bit more. I understand the name is Sin City Wrestling…but we could venture into Arizona and places like that. But in all honesty, I think we have the parts to go national. I know it’ll probably never happen, but the talent is in place for it. They’re ready to be seen by the world, not just certain pockets.”

“A lot of people don’t know, but you’re almost a staff member as is around SCW.”

“Kinda-sorta. I mainly help the young guys in promo work or in the ring before shows. I’m just trying to give back to the business.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, I had someone helping me when I was coming up and its my turn to do the same. I do it by helping these young ones out whenever they want the help and just being a locker room leader.”

“One last question from the fans. Will Vanessa Sambora-Williams ever return to be your manager?”

Jordan smirks and says: “Yes.”

“Even though you guys are going through a divorce?”

“Yes…I just don’t know when though. But she wants to ringside once or twice more before I hang it up, so yeah…she’ll be back eventually.”

“Last question and we’ll wrap it up. Six months from now Jordan Williams will be…”

“Retired.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“Doing?”

“Hanging out with my daughters, running my club and working for SCW in some kinda capacity.”

“Anything that interests you?”

“Well, I’m more than happy being behind the scenes. But we can add me to the commentators table and kick Jason out. Or we can leave Jason and it’ll be a ménage trois in the commentators booth.”

“Great idea.”

“Who better than the God of Professional Wrestling to commentate over matches? I know every move. I know what most wrestlers are thinking when they do certain moves. I have a great personality…it’ll be spectacular!”

“So you don’t want to be an ‘authority’ figure?”

“Its played out. I was GCW Commissioner at one point. But Hot Stuff and Christian can continue being the authority figures on camera.” he says with a smile.

“On that note, I want to thank you Jordan for sitting down and doing this interview.”

“It was my pleasure. We’ll have to do it more often.”

The scene fades out as Jordan takes MRM hand and kisses it.


The scene opens up backstage in Bally’s Grand Ballroom in the locker room where Jordan Williams and Sasha are getting ready for Climax Control. Sasha is already dressed and ready to go out for promo but Jordan is still getting ready. As each moment passes by, Sasha is growing increasingly frustrated.

Sasha: “My god, Jordan. You take longer than a woman to get ready.” she says in a pissed off tone.

Jordan puts on his elbow pad and checks his phone, then says: “Hey, I gotta look good, baby.”

“Whatever. But it does not need to take you an hour to put on your gear and tape up.”

“Where’s the fire, Sasha?”

“Huh?”

“What’s the rush?”

“Uh hello? The fact that they said they wanted us to go on a half-hour ago!”

“They’re used to me making them wait. It’s no big deal.” he says dismissively.

“You know, I always heard you were a diva and I thought some of the stories were over exaggerated, but since I’ve been here with you, I can see they were not exaggerating.”

Jordan grabs his boots and sits on the bench, but  before he even puts them on, he starts texting as Sasha folds her arm getting even more pissed.

“Well you know…I know I’m a head case and a ‘diva’ as you say…it doesn’t bother me.”

“It should.”

Jordan lays his phone down for a second…just long enough for him to put on his right boot when he picks his phone up again.

“But it doesn’t, Sasha. I’m a God for Christ’s sake!”

“Okay.” she says impatiently and rolling her eyes.

Sasha then gets up and power walks over to Jordan and then snatches his phone out of his hand.

“Hey!” he says as he stands up. “Give me my phone back!” he whines.

“I will once you get done getting ready.”

“But I want my phone back.” he says in the tone of a whiny child.

“If you don’t get ready, I will break this damn phone…now Get. Ready!”

Jordan plops onto the bench with his arms folded and lipped poked out as he says: “Fine!”

Sasha slightly bends over and pinches Jordan’s cheek really hard and says: “Poor baby…now GET YOUR ASS DRESSED!” she screams.

Jordan gets a puppy dog look on his face as he starts putting on his boots, the says:“Why do you have to be so heartless, woman?”

“If I didn’t stay on you about things we would never get anything accomplished, that’s why.”

“Ugh.”

The scene fades out as Jordan begins lacing up his boots.


The camera pans around the crowd  in the Bally’s Grand Ballroom for a bit before focusing on the entrance and the aisle where the fans have flags and banners lined up that say “Marauder-gun”, “Emerald Dragon”, and “Jordan Williams” in Japanese characters, when "Subconscious" hit’s the PA System. The crowd erupts into cheers. The ever ominous Sasha walks out from behind the curtain first, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at the crowd. Jordan emerges from behind Sasha and the fans reactions grow louder. Jordan throws up the double guns pose as Sasha begins walking down the aisle, with Jordan following behind her. Jordan has his arms up in the air, with his trademark smirk etched across his face. Sasha walks up the steps as Jordan climbs onto the apron. Jordan holds the ropes open for Sasha, but she just glares at him. Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then leaps over the top rope effortlessly. Jordan climbs onto the middle turnbuckle as Sasha climbs into the ring and stands next to Jordan with her arms folded, again glaring at the crowd. Jordan throws the double guns pose up again as the fans rock the arena with thunderous cheers. The ring announcer hands him one as Jordan waits for the cheers to die down. After a few minutes of the fans chanting “JORDAN! JORDAN! JORDAN!”, he tries to speak over them, but the cheers get louder and louder. Jordan applauds the crowd as they continue cheering for him.

“You know sometimes in life you have plans to do or to do that. Then there are times that those plans go sideways, for whatever reasons and you change. That happened to me. I had plans on retiring from active competition when I lost the SCW Title and here I am still wrestling.”

The fans clap and cheer.

“Tonight I take on the masked man Lucian Frost, whom I’ve beaten before here in SCW. Tonight’s match will be no different. I don’t lose two matches in a row, Frost. The opponents can be complete opposites, but I have never lost two matches in a row and I don’t intend on starting now. A few fans walked up to me today and asked me to put on the Marauder mask when I face you tonight. Marauder will stayed buried for tonight, Frost, but make no mistake about it, the intensity that I bring to the table when I’m Marauder will be brought tonight. Not because Marauder is taking over again…”

Jordan looks at the crowd as they chant “MARAUDER! MARAUDER! MARAUDER!”

“It’s because I lost a match in which I shouldn’t have lost. Simon Jones is walking around with a title that belongs to me, so I’m pissed, I’m angry and I’m going to take it out on you, my man. Nothing personal, it’s just business, Frost.”

Jordan pauses as the crowd claps at his comment.

“I don’t know if I’ll get a rematch for the SCW Championship, but I guarantee that I’ll make my case to receive another shot for the title and Frost, I’m going to do that at your expense. Again, it’s nothing personal…it’s just business.”

Jordan looks at Sasha who nods her head.

“Frost, I know you want to climb the rankings here in SCW and that’s fine, but tonight just won’t be the night. I’m on a mission to prove to everyone that my loss was a fluke and that I should still be SCW Champion. I have no doubt that you will try your best, but it won’t be enough. I am the better wrestler and I will show it tonight, as I do every night. I’m not looking past you Frost, I’m solely focused on beating you. I will accomplish that here in Reno.”

The fans cheer at the cheap pop.

“That was totally unintentional, by the way!” he says with a smirk.

The fans laugh as Jordan shrugs his shoulders.

“By any means necessary…I will get the job done. I’m going to tell you how you get beat Frost. While you’re trying to get up from a devastating move I just hit you with. I’m going to be in the corner…”

Jordan walks over to one of the turnbuckles.

“I’m going to stomp my foot slowly.”

Jordan starts to stomp his foot while the crowd claps in unison.

“Then I’ll pick up the pace.”

Jordan stomps his foot faster.

“And when you get up.”

Jordan runs and mimics his move as the fans erupt into cheers.

BAMI turn your lights out with Boma Ye. 1..2..3...Thanks for coming Frost, your night will have ended. Why? Because I’m too good…”

The crowd finishes off Jordan catchphrase with: “FOR YA!!!” as “Subconscious” hit’s the PA as the scene fades out.

7
Climax Control Archives / A Perfect Combination
« on: May 31, 2013, 11:44:59 PM »
 The scene opens up to Central Park in New York City early in the morning. The scene cuts to Jordan Williams and his estranged wife, Vanessa Sambora-Williams sitting on a bench. Vanessa just arrived at the park, and brought lattes for them to drink.

Vanessa: “So, how’s it going?” she says as she takes a sip.

Jordan: “Pretty well, I suppose, all things considered. How are the girls?”

“They’re doing great. Natasha is just like you…I swear she reminds me of you everyday.” she says with a small laugh.

Jordan smirks and says: “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Uhh…when she has that attitude like you, then its bad, but of course its good, silly.” she says as she playfully hits Jordan on the shoulder.

“Awesome!” he says with a laugh.

“So I told the lawyer about our conversation about you not having to pay for the house, so that’s worked into the agreement.”

“I guess…this thing is almost done, huh?” he says awkwardly, which is very un-Jordan-like.

Vanessa shrugs her shoulders and says awkwardly as well: “Yeah I guess so.”

There is an awkward silence in the air as Jordan sips his latte and looks off into the distance, while Vanessa stares at the ground.

The wind blows Vanessa’s hair in her face and she moves her long blonde hair behind her ears and says: “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks.

Jordan thinks for a moment as he searches for a way to answer: “No, this isn’t what I want. But I‘m my own worse enemy…you know that, ‘Nessa.”

“I accept that about you Jordan, I really do. I couldn’t have put up with you for twelve years if I couldn’t.”

“Right, I just have demons that creep up from time to time and its not fair to you, ‘Nessa.”

“I’ve tried to get you to see help for that. I made appointments after appointments for you to see that doctor, but you never went.”

Jordan sighs and says: “I know how I am, yet I don’t wanna do anything to help myself, if that makes sense.”

“My biggest problem was that you never tried to get help…”

Jordan cuts her off with: “I don’t have a problem…I just make bad decisions, because I’m a bad person.” he says bluntly.

“Don’t say that, you’re not a bad person.”

“Well, I’ve cheated on you multiple times, that’s not the sign of an upstanding person, now is it?”

Vanessa just sighs, then takes a sip of her latte.

“What are you saying all this for, Vanessa?”

“I don’t want a divorce, you idiot…” she yells.

A confused Jordan: “Wait, what?”

Vanessa, who is visibly emotional, tries to compose herself. Jordan scoots closer to her and wraps his arm around her.

“I’m confused.” Jordan says.

Moments of silence permeate the air as tears roll down Vanessa’s face. Jordan sits there with a bewildered look on his face as the scene fades out. To Be Continued…

The scene opens up to a shot of SCW Heavyweight Champion Jordan Williams and his bodyguard Sasha jogging up a steep hiking trail near Hayward, California. Jordan and Sasha are carrying a three hundred pound rucksacks on their back as they make it up the trail. Jordan and Sasha reach the end of the trail simultaneously. Jordan immediately drops the rucksack, bends over and grabs his shorts while breathing heavily. Sasha is breathing heavily too, but she still has the rucksack on her back.

Jordan: “Damn girl, you’re a freakin’ machine!” he says while catching his breath.

Sasha cracks a tiny smile, then says: “Or are you weak?”

Jordan immediately stands up and says: “I’m not weak, I’m old. Big difference.”

“God, huh?” she says dismissively.

“I’m old and I’ve had my knee scoped last week.”

“Excuses.”

Having been around Sasha for just a couple weeks, Jordan just shakes his head and smirks, knowing how stubborn Sasha is, he knows he won’t change her opinion.

“So, you’re in a six man tag with Sinful Obsession, huh?”

Jordan nods his head in agreement.

“Against your friend, Nick. Is he your friend still, first of all?”

Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “I think so. I mean don’t go Psycho Bitch on him the moment he steps out of the ring, but just play it by ear.”

With her hands on her hips, Sasha says: “Okay.”

“Now, the other two, I don’t give two fucks about. You already met Tom…I’ve beaten Casey a few times, so I’m not worried about him either. Nick and Tony are the wild cards. I would think we’re still friends, but you never know.”

Sasha nods her head as she drops her rucksack and grabs out a canteen of water and starts drinking some.

Jordan immediately yells: “OOOOHHHH!!!! Look who’s weak now!!! I’m not even thirsty!” he says with a laugh.

Sasha glares at Jordan, then says: “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” she says as she turns her nose up.

“You’re crazy.” he says with a laugh.

“You haven’t seen crazy yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I can wrap someone’s head in barbwire and hang them over the top rope if you like.”

Jordan stares at Sasha as if she’s lost her mind, then says: “Yeah, I heard about that…you’re a sick mother fucker, Sasha.”

With a gleam in her eye, Sasha says: “…Thank you.”

Jordan: “Wha…what? You said thank you!?!?”

Sasha puts the canteen back in the rucksack and says: “Don’t get used to it!”

“It’s a start though!!! I’m slowly chipping away!!”

“Keep dreaming.” she says with a roll of the eyes and a slight hint of a smile. “Ready to go back down?”

“Yeah, let me get a drink first.”

Jordan digs into his bag and pulls out his canteen. Jordan unscrews the cap as Sasha marches up to him and snatches the canteen and tosses it down the hill.

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing!?”

“You weren’t thirsty, remember?” she says with a sadistic grin.

GOD DAMN YOU!” Jordan yells.

Sasha lets out a wicked laugh as she throws on her rucksack as Jordan drops to his knees and looks to the sky.

“Why…why does she have to be so mean!?!?!?”

“You’re the ‘God of Pro Wrestling’, right? This is nothing to you.”

Jordan scrunches up his nose and gets to his feet. He walks over to his rucksack and throws it on his back.

“Okay, Sasha. Let’s make a deal. We race to the bottom and the winner gets a piggyback ride back to the top and your canteen of water…and the loser pays for dinner... Deal?”

“Deal…this is too easy.” she says with supreme confidence.

“GO!” he says as they both start racing down the trail. Jordan avoids other hikers as Sasha pushes through them as the scene fades out.

The scene fades in at the bottom of the trail where Jordan has just beaten Sasha in the race. Sasha grabs her rucksack and throws it on the ground in a sign of frustration.

“Told ya I’d win!” he gloats.

“Oh be quiet.”

Jordan sniffs the air and says: “Do I smell a sore loser in the air?” he says playfully.

“Whatever…let’s get this over with, a deal’s a deal.”

Sasha grabs her canteen and tosses it to Jordan who opens it up and starts drinking it, like he’s never had a drink in his life before. Jordan has a big grin on his face as Sasha just rolls her eyes and turns her massive, chiseled back to him.

“I’m ready for my ride, dear!” he says with toothy grin.

Sasha looks back at Jordan and she holds her arms apart from her body as Jordan walks up to her and hops on her back.


<font color=springgreen>Jordan takes a sip of water and says: “Crystal!”

The scene fades as Sasha starts the trek back up the very steep trail with Jordan on her back.

The scene fades in later that night at a local diner in Hayward, California. Jordan and Sasha are finishing up their meals that they ordered. Besides their meal, they ordered a pot of coffee, which is down to the very last drops. Off and on during their meal, some fans would come by and say hello and want Jordan to sign autographs. Jordan begrudgingly signed a couple, but Sasha turned the rest away after that. Since Sasha lost the bet earlier, she hands their waitress some money and tells her to keep the change for her tip. Jordan and Sasha finish up eating, while telling old road stories from the IWA, a lot of them involving “The Golden Boy” Gene Banton and all the silliness that followed him. Suddenly a heavyset fan walks up to their table with a few hats, t-shirts and old GCW Jordan Williams action figures, presumably for Jordan to sign.

Man: “Excuse me, Mr. Williams, I was wondering if you could sign a couple of these for me.”

Without hesitation, Sasha bluntly says: “Beat it, we’re eating.”

“Um, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to Jordan.”

“I’ll say this one last time…we are eating, leave. Us. Alone.”

“Do what she says kid, before she gets pissed.” Jordan warns.

“It’ll take a couple of minutes of time…”

GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” she yells.

“Fine!” He says as he turns away. “Fucking steroid using bitch!!

As soon as he says that, Sasha becomes enraged and her eyes bug out of her head as she grabs the coffee pot and smashes it across the back of the man’s head!!! Jordan jumps out of his seat, as the man falls to the floor. Sasha looks down at the man seething with anger. The rest of the establishment look on in horror as well.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” he says as he nudges Sasha in the direction of door

Jordan and Sasha walk out of the diner as the owner dials 911. Sasha and Jordan climb into Jordan’s rented BMW IS C.

“I’m gonna get arrested fuckin’ with you! He says gleefully

Jordan looks at Sasha who has a tiny smile on her face. Jordan starts the car and drives off quickly as the scene fades out.

“Anything is possible…it truly is. Especially in wrestling. Who knew I would be teaming with Gabriel and Despayre against my friend, Nick Jones; Tom Dudely and Casey Williams. We live in bizzaro world. Or maybe it’s the Matrix!?!?!?! I’m waiting for Morpheus to says ‘What if I told you, you would team with Gabriel and Despayre against your friend Nick Jones and two other idiots?’ I would told him he was full of shit and then he would tell me no, I’m in the Matrix! But actually, I’m in reality!!!! What the hell!?!?!? My mind is blown!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!”

“In a sense I get to avenge two losses I had last summer against my buddy Nick…at the time, he was the only guy to pin me in a singles match. Since then, only one other person has pinned me in a singles match and that belongs to my partner in this match, the Magic Man, himself: Gabes!!! Regardless if I pin Nick or not, it’ll go down as Jordan Williams’ team beating Nick Jones’ team. So here’s the proverbial tongue stick out to you Nicky!!!”

“Lord of the Ring should be airing at the time of this promo and everyone will see the thrashing that I laid upon that fucking traitor, Tom DUD-ely. Tom, you and I both know you are no match for me one on one. Tonight, we go for the trifecta and that will be two straight losses to the GOD Of Professional Wrestling. Tom, at some point you have to look in the mirror and just say ‘Fuck it, my time is never going to come…I suck so badly.’ You really do pal. I think its time to go look into life after wrestling. Go sell some insurance or something. Be a winner in life for once, Tom; instead of a freakin’ loser!”

“Casey, my former tag team partner…the man who has savagely attacked me on one too many occasions. But, when it came time for the matches, who won them? Me. You will never beat me, Casey; never-ever-ever-ever. It doesn’t make you bad losing to Jordan Williams, it makes you just like everyone else…beneath me!!! I mean, I am the SCW Heavyweight Champion…not to mention, the GOD of Professional Wrestling!”

“Oh how I missed you, Gabes!!! The Magic Man and The God reunite in the ring…this time as partners!!! Not only that, you brought your friend Despy too! Let’s be honest, guys…you know I’m a perfect member of the Seven Deadly Sins. I chronicled this a few months back, but I’m all sins wrapped in one person! That doesn’t make me bad, it just means I’m a well rounded person! But seriously, I’m glad to have the NWA World Tag Team Champions on my side in this fight against Team Erik, so we can put a stop to any momentum they think they have. Gabes, I went against you two times here recently, so I know you’ll bring it. Despy, the last time we were in the ring together you took my SCW Tag Team Championship away from, but I admired your talent from a-far. This pairing seems like a naturally great one. The SCW Heavyweight Champion and the NWA World Tag Team Champions…Jordan Williams and Sinful Obsession, a match made in heaven???”

8
Character Building Roleplays / Tying Up Loose Ends
« on: May 22, 2013, 11:12:42 PM »
 
Sasha's Origins


The scene opens up to a wide shot of Jordan Williams’ nightclub, The Enigma in New Jersey. The camera cuts to the bar where Jordan is talking with his accountant, Max Sobotka and floor manager and head bartender, Stephanie. Jordan is getting caught up with all the things that’s been going on since he’s been gone.

Stephanie: “…other than firing Theresa, not much has been going on.”

Jordan: “Why did you fire her?”

“She kept on calling in to work. I know she’s a single mom, but so am I, but I find a way to come to work.” Stephanie says.

“Damn, I liked Theresa, she was fun to be around!”

“I told her about the babysitter I have for my kid, but she never followed through with it.”

“So, did you hire anyone else or you good?”

“I’ve been interviewing a few over the past couple of days.”

“Anyone I’ll like?” Jordan says with a big grin.

“Jordan! This isn’t a strip club!”

Max: “On the contrary, studies have shown that patrons are more likely to come with good looking bartenders.” he says matter-of-factly.

Stephanie stares at Max like he’s lost his mind.

“I’m sorry honey, but I’m looking for great workers, I don’t give a damn what they look like, okay! Great workers are hard to find!”

“Come on, Stephie! Hire a great looking one, if she doesn’t work out, then we can replace her.” Jordan begs.

“Excuse me, but you gave me full autonomy to hire who I want and I want great workers…not hookers. If she looks good, then so be it! But I want workers, honey!” Stephanie says adamantly.

Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then puts his hands up in a defensive position and says: “It’s your call!”

“Thank you!”

“You’re making a mistake!” Max says.

“Don’t worry about who I hire, Max. I need people who can handle this. It gets insanely busy here. You know that. I need someone who can handle all that without getting frazzled.”

“Dude, Stephie knows what she’s doing. Just chill.” Jordan says to Max.

“Just throwing in my two cents.”

“This club is doing great…another cute face won’t bring in more people.” Stephanie says.

“True shit!!!” Jordan quickly says. “All I know is the bank account keeps growing, so we’re doing something right!”

“I know, boss. I’m the one who counts the money.”

“And you’re doing a great job at it. Just make sure to continue to cut corners with the taxes as much as possible!”

“That’s why you pay you me so handsomely.” Max says with a toothy grin.

“Not just that, but because I trust that you won’t screw me over.”

“I would do no such thing, boss!” Max says in a worried tone.

“That’s the point I’m making, Maxamillion! You worship the ground I walk on!” Jordan says bluntly.

Max looks embarrassed as Stephanie giggles.

Max whispers to Jordan: “You said you were going to stop saying that in front of people” he says as he clears his throat.

Jordan slaps Max on the back and says: “Dude, Stephie knows this man…the whole world knows!!!”

Jordan starts laughing, then turns to walk upstairs to his office.

Max tries to save face and says: “He’s just kidding…”

Stephanie laughs, then says: “You really do…how cute!” she says as she walks into the backroom to start prepping for the opening of the club in a couple of hours.

Max sniffs the air and says to himself: “Is it that obvious?” he says with a peculiar look on his face.

Max then walks up to Jordan’s office. Max knocks at Jordan door and Jordan yells for him to come in. Jordan is sitting in his plush chair with his feet on the desk, texting.

Max: “Busy?”

“Yes! I’m texting my love!”

“Who…if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Who? You say that like I have more than one!”

“You do, actually, boss.”

Jordan thinks on it for a moment, then says: “Yeah, you’re right. Nah, Shannon…the chick from London.”

“Oh…since when did you start talking to her again?”

“She was in New York for a couple of months, so I we hung out a few times before she went back home.”

“Nice!”

“I think I might love her, man. This chick is fucking awesome!”

“If you don’t mind me asking…she’s not pregnant again, is she?” Max says as he braces for Jordan’s backlash.

Jordan glares at Max, then says: “Why the hell would you bring that up?”

During a week in London last year, while Jordan was still married; Jordan and Shannon had a fling that ended up with Shannon, but she eventually lost the baby.

“I’m sorry, boss. I..I..stupid question.”

“Yeah, that was a stupid question. Dude, what the fuck?”

“Anyways, how was your time with her?”

Jordan quickly moves on and says: “It was fantastic. She’s perfect for me. Up until now I wasn’t ready to tell her how I felt about her with everything that was going on, but I told her a few weeks back. I think I’m going to be exclusive with her for a while.”

“How so? She lives in England! How can you see her?”

“I’ll see her when I can for now. Right now we just text, Skype and talk on the phone. But Rob will let me use his plane to see her whenever I want.”

“That’s awfully expensive to do…from a numbers prospective.”

“Hey, Rob’s the billionaire! Besides, he flew to Thailand for a day just to sleep with a woman he met while on at a meeting.”

Max scratches his head and says: “Huh?”

“Yeah, he couldn’t sleep with her at the time, so he came back a week later to do sleep with her!” Jordan says with a laugh. “He’s so damn stupid!” he says while still laughing.

Max lets out a fake laugh.

Max: “So you’re really serious about this Shannon, huh?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Well if you want to be exclusive with someone, why don’t you get back together with Vanessa?”

Vanessa is Jordan’s soon to be ex-wife.

Jordan immediately says: “Okay Max, where’s the heat??? Every time I’m here, you ride my dick about something! Never fails! You always have to bust my hump, huh?”

“I’m sorry, boss.” he says with a sad face.

“Anyways…is there anything else?”

“Its just you guys belong together. You have a beautiful family…”

Jordan stares at Max and before Jordan can say something, Max cuts him off.

“So I saw that Sasha came back!”

Jordan’s attitude changes to a happier tone and says: “Yes! That was some coupe, huh?”

“Sure was! I loved Sasha when she was in Premiere Enterprises! She was lethal! She‘s just a destroyer of bodies!!!”

“Still is, shit! I thought I remembered her being a more tame than she actually is.” he says with a laugh. “I wasn’t around her a whole lot back then, but I knew she had a reputation…but I didn’t know she was this damn cut throat…with that said…I love it though!”

Max laughs and says: “Isn’t she married to Gene or Glenn?”

“Golden Glenn. I don’t think Geno is crazy enough to mess with Sasha and Geno has had his fair share of wild ones!” he says with a laugh.

“I loved Glenn and Miami Hurricane!”

“Hurricane, damn that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Yeah, they were bad ass, man.”

“How did you get in contact with Sasha?” Max asks.

“Christian. He was in Premiere Enterprises with Sasha, which I completely forgot.”

“Yeah, yeah! He teamed with Big Poppa Pump!”

“Right! So, apparently he still keeps in contact with everyone from PE, so he gave me her number and I pitched her the idea.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Once he gets un-kidnapped, he needs to bring the whole crew in…From Glenn to Hurricane to the Enforcers to the Mobley’s.”

“The Mobley’s were great! I loved them!”

“They’d be perfect in SCW. There would be an instant line to face then, I think Hot Stuff and I would be fighting to face them first!” he says with a small laugh.

“Or it could be Hot ‘n’ Sexy against The Mobley’s!” Max suggests.

“Great idea! I gotta get on the phone with them ASAP!” he says jokingly.

Supremacy No More?


The scene opens up to a shot inside Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s office in SCW Headquarters in Las Vegas. Jordan has just walked in from taking a break from doing a photo shoot for the SCW website. Jordan is in his wrestling gear and sits his belt and a bottle of water on Mark’s desk. To those of you who are new and don’t know the back story, Jordan and Hot Stuff are best friends…Jordan trained Hot Stuff to become a wrestler. They formed the legendary team of Hot n Sexy that saw their reign of dominance stretch three federations as they simultaneously held the Tag Team Titles in all three feds. They are currently in the group Supremacy, which at one point was a four man group with HS, Jordan, current number one contender to the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship, Nick Jones and Jordan’s opponent for Lord of the Ring, Tom Dudely. Over the past few weeks Supremacy has disintegrated  to just Jordan and HS. Tom turned on Jordan during an SCW Tag Team Championship against Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter to join Team Erik. Then just last week, Nick Jones laid out HS in the middle of the ring.

Jordan: “Damn bro, I forgot how hard it is at taking pictures. No wonder I stopped pursuing that modeling career.”

HS lets out a laugh and says: “Its not that hard, just hold still for a few seconds and its over. Its not exactly brain surgery.”

“Not if you have to take pictures for two hours straight, damn!”

“The struggle, huh bro?” HS says sarcastically. “Where’s Sasha, at?”

“They wanted to take some pictures of her by herself and then she was going on a lunch break.”

“I bet she eats gun powder!” he says jokingly.

Jordan laughs as well and says: “Man, she’s perfect though! We were walking down the strip and I started getting swamped for autographs and she got pissed cuz it was so hot out there, she pushes everyone aside and drags me along…she knocked over a kid!!!”

“That’s not nice!”

“Yes it was!” Jordan says with an evil laugh. “It made me proud!”

“Now are you suppose to be a baby face or a heel because I don’t think the fans would like you thinking a kid getting pushed on the ground would like you for that…”

“Who cares, the fans will cheer for me no matter what, bro! You know that! I cheat all the time in my matches and they still love me. I can’t do no wrong in their eyes!”

HS smiles and says: “That’s true, I wonder why the fans cheer for any of us heels.”

“Who knows. They turned me though, I gotta say.”

Jordan grabs the bottle of water and takes a long drink of it.

“Damn this water, bro. I know you got something stronger in that desk!” Jordan says.

A smile comes over Mark’s face as he reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk and he pulls out a bottle of vodka and a couple of paper cups.

“Now we’re talking!” Jordan says. “I need something to get me into second gear!”

“This will do the trick, bro!” HS says proudly as he hands Jordan a cup.

Jordan takes a couple of sips of vodka before eventually drinking it all. HS does the same and he pours himself and Jordan another cup.

“So, what’s up with that shit with Nick?”

Jordan is referring to this past week on Climax Control when their Supremacy stable mate, Nick Jones, laid out Hot Stuff with Best of All, shocking the whole world.

HS shakes his head and says: “I don’t know bro. This came out of no where. I don’t know what’s he thinking. Did he say anything to you?”

“Nope. I haven’t spoken to him since earlier Sunday. I watched everything from the gorilla position and he stormed past me. Then I followed him to the locker room and he grabbed his gear bag and left. I shot him a few texts and he hasn’t returned any of them, so I don’t know where his head is.”

“I’ll get to the bottom of this. You see what this bullshit ‘rebellion’ has done? It’s destroyed the whole fed.”

“Shit, the only ones still standing as a united group are the Sins.”

“Who knew?” HS says with a small laugh.

“Right!”

“But we got them on Team SCW, so piss on Erik. We have the quality, they just have strength in numbers.”

“I wouldn’t have joined Team SCW if Tom wouldn’t have attacked me to join Team Erik. Then that fiasco with Kevin Carter trying to steal my belt. So, I joined because I want to put those mother fuckers out for good…so if that means joining Team SCW, so be it.”

“I’m glad you joined, bro. We need all the help we can get, especially someone of your caliber, really is a huge get for us.”

“You don’t think Nick joined Team Erik, do ya?”

HS shrugs his shoulders and says: “I’m assuming he did.”

Jordan takes a sip of vodka, then says: “Shit, that sucks. Just when Supremacy was about to hold the top two titles in the Alliance. He was going to be World Champion and I’m SCW Champion.”

“I know, but we’ll get things sorted with Nick, though. Believe me. You ready for your first title defense?”

“You know it…it’s just Tom.”

HS laughs and says: “Traitor. By the way, how are you going to hire Sasha, but still get attacked anyways?” he says jokingly.

“You saw what Erik did…that little bastard handcuffed her to the top rope, or she would’ve tore his throat out.”

“I bet she’s a handful.”

Jordan laughs out loud and says: “We’d have to ask Glenn that question…but I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that. If she was I might have to…” Jordan’s words die out as he sees Sasha walk in with his peripheral vision.

Sasha: “What about Glenn?”

HS: “Erm…how he is these days?”

“Why do you care?” she fires back.

HS shakes his head while Jordan sinks in his chair a bit.

HS starts searching for an answer: “Well you know…SCW has been recruiting…and we’d love to see Glenn wrestle again…um..yeah!” HS finally spits out.

“Well, good luck with that. Don’t think he’s interested.”

“It’s a damn shame.” Jordan chimes in.

Sasha to Jordan: “You ready to go so we can finish this so I can back home?”

“Where’s the fire?”

Sasha puts her hands on her hips and Jordan pops up out of his chair.

“I’ll be back, bro. We’re going to finish these damn pictures.”

“Hey, when you’re the champ, you gotta do these things bro. Did you forget?”

“I didn’t forget…I just don’t like it!”

The scene fades as Jordan and Sasha walk back to the photography room.

Shopping With The Psycho Bitch


The scene opens back inside SCW Headquarters where Jordan and Sasha have just wrapped their photo shoot. They are walking out of the building to Jordan’s rented BMW IS C.

Sasha: “Hey, I need to go to store to get something to eat for dinner. Do you mind?”

“Do I have much of a choice?” he says with a smile.

“No.” she says seriously.

Jordan and Sasha throw their bags into the back and then get in the BMW.

“You know, Sasha…you gotta learn to smile and have fun. You take life too seriously.”

“Is there a problem with that? I don’t live in clouds…my feet are firmly planted to the ground.”

“You watch…my mission is to get you loosen up.”

Sasha scoffs at Jordan, then says: “I need to pick up some organic food, so do you know where the closest one is?”

Jordan shakes his head, then says: “No, but this grocery store I go to has a pretty big organic food selection.”

“Alright, let’s go there then.”

Jordan starts the car up and drives off as the scene fades in.

The scene fades in about twenty minutes later where Jordan and Sasha are walking into the grocery store. Jordan grabs a shopping cart, while Sasha grabs a basket. Sasha gazes at Jordan and Jordan his arms up in the air in a defensive position.

“Maybe I wanna do some shopping too, you know?”

“Come on.” she demands as she walks to the produce section.

Jordan sighs as he puts the cart back. Sasha is looking intently at the cucumbers as Jordan catches up.

“So, what’s for dinner?”

“Food.” she deadpans.

“No shit! What are you cooking?”

“Food.” she says again.

A frustrated Jordan says: “How are we suppose to be a team? I gotta get to know you better and vice versa!”

“We don’t need to be best friends, Jordan.”

“Aww why not???” Jordan says as he goes to hug Sasha.

She immediately shrugs him off as he jumps back laughing.

“Have a fucking laugh, girl…damn!”

“I know enough about you to know that I’m only here to protect you and nothing more.”

“See, that’s what wrong with be labeled a deviant and womanizer. It follows you everywhere.”

“Yes, it does.”

“What do you think they say about you?” Jordan asks.

Sasha puts some cucumbers in a sack and then in the basket before asking: “What do they say about me?”

“That you’re difficult…you’re uptight…that you’re hard to deal with that…you’re a…”

Sasha cuts him off and says: “A bitch?”

“Yes.” he says lightly.

Sasha thinks for a second and says: “…Good.” she says as she walks over to the carrots.

Jordan walks up next to Sasha and says: “Let’s get this straight, Sasha. I only want you to be my bodyguard. I don’t want kiss you, fuck you or be in a romantic relationship with you. Just because I may be a ‘womanizer’, doesn’t mean I want to be with anyone I see. I have a type and you certainly do not fit that type.”

“Great.” she says as she puts the carrots in the basket.

They walk over to the chilies as Sasha searches for green chilies.

“So, I’ll ask again, what’s for dinner?”

“Garbanzo & Tomato Gazpacho.”

“What and what?” he says confused.

She lets out a sigh and says: “Garbanzo beans and Tomato Gazpacho.”

“Oh…” he says with a sour look on his face.

“Help me find the organic Garbanzo beans.”

“Uh…okay.”

“They have to be organic. I‘ll look for the rest of stuff on this list, just find the beans.”

“Aye, Aye captain, you got it!” he says while giving Sasha a half assed salute.

Jordan walks towards the produce worker who is stocking some raisins. The guy looks up and a look of surprise and happiness comes over his face.

Guy: “Hey, you’re Jordan Williams!!!”

“Guilty as charged!” Jordan responds with his cocky grin.

“Holy shit, dude! I come to all the show in Vegas!”

“Cool, man.”

“I’m a huge fan!”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“I’m sorry, can I help you with something?”

“Yes, actually. I’m looking for organic garbanzo beans.”

“I know we were out, but our truck came last night, so let me see if its in the back somewhere.”

“Sounds good, man.”

After a few minutes, the produce guy emerges from the back with a case of garbanzo beans. He hands Jordan the beans.

Jordan looks at the beans and says: “Nice, thanks!”

As Jordan turns to walk away, the produce guy says: “Excuse Jordan, if it isn’t too much trouble, can I get an autograph?”

Jordan: “Sure, it’s the least I can do for you going out of your way to get these for me.”

“Oh no! It’s my job.” he says while handing Jordan a piece of torn cardboard and a sharpie. “Sorry this is what I could find.” he says with a nervous laugh.

Jordan laughs as he takes the sharpie and cardboard and signs “Jordan Williams God of Pro Wrestling 2013”

“Thank you so much. Can I get a picture?”

Jordan sort of grins his teeth, but says: “Okay, we can get a picture. The God has things to do, but anything to satisfy his fans.”

The guy pulls out his Samsung Galaxy III to take a picture. He and Jordan hold still, when Sasha gets in between Jordan and the fan.

“What’s taking so long? I got everything I need and you’re still here getting the beans.” she says impatiently.

“Where’s the fire, Sasha?”

“Let’s go, Jordan.”

“Can I still get that picture?” the produce guy asks.

“Beat it kid!” Sasha yells.

“Geez.” the guy says before walking off.

“I hate fans.”

“He just wanted a picture with God. That doesn’t happen too often.” Jordan says seriously.

“Come on.”

Jordan shakes his head as Jordan and Sasha head towards the registers. After a few minutes, Jordan and Sasha are standing in line at the registers. An older man in a motorized cart notices Sasha as he drives past her. He’s so infatuated with her, he backs up and starts staring and admiring her assets. Jordan notices the man and tries to give him some advice.

“Uh dude, I would keep moving if I were you.” Jordan warns.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Your wife?”

“No.”

“Well okay then.” he says with a slight grin.

Jordan looks at Sasha who is ignoring what’s being said.

“Excuse me, doll. I have to say, you have an absolutely tremendous body.”

“I’m telling you man, don’t say no more.” Jordan says as Sasha keeps ignoring him while she starts putting the groceries on the conveyor belt.

“Why don’t you come over here, so I can talk to you.”

Sasha turns to the man and stares at him.

“Oooo…you’re a mean one, I like that!!!” he says with his eyebrows raised and a little laugh.

“I’m going to say this once, leave me alone.” she says as she turns around to finish putting her items on the belt.

“Yeah, I’d like to rassle you! I may not look like it, but I can still git-r-done in the sack.”

Sasha turns her head slightly, staring a proverbial hole through the man.

“Hey sugar tits no need for all the…”

Before he can finish his sentence, Sasha walks over to the man and calmly grabs the bottom of his cart and dump trucks the cart and the man, who takes a vicious spill on the floor. Jordan starts laughing hysterically.

The cashier: “Oh my god!”

“She warned him!!!” Jordan yells while still laughing!

Cashier: “I gotta call…”

Before she can finish, Sasha says: “Shut up, bitch. Ring all this up and let me pay.”

The cashier does exactly what Sasha says.

“Your title…um total is $31.57.” she nervously says.

Sasha swipes her credit card, grabs the bags and her and Jordan leaves. Jordan walks backwards so he can see the man attempt to get up. As they’re leaving the cashier calls for a member of management to come to her register. At the car, Sasha puts the bags in the backseat as Jordan gets in the drivers seat.

“Damn Sasha, I’m going to love this!” he says in a giddy tone.

Sasha hops into the car and says: “Old perverted bastard.”

“Holy shit! You’re fucking awesome! I’m glad you’re my bodyguard!!!”

“Let’s go, just in case the cops show up.”

Jordan laughs and says: “Say no more!”

Jordan turns the car on and quickly backs out, then drives off as the scene fades out.

The Alliance’s First Glimpse of God


The camera pans around the crowd  in the Bellagio for a bit before focusing on the entrance and the aisle where the fans have flags and banners lined up that say “Marauder-gun”, “Emerald Dragon”, and “Jordan Williams” in Japanese characters, when "Subconscious" hit’s the PA System. The crowd erupts into cheers. The ever ominous Sasha walks out from behind the curtain first, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at the crowd. Jordan emerges from behind Sasha and the fans reactions grow louder. Jordan has the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist as he pushes his duster back, showing it off proudly. Sasha begins walking down the aisle, with Jordan following behind her. Jordan has his arms up in the air, with his trademark smirk etched across his face. Sasha walks up the steps as Jordan climbs onto the apron. Jordan holds the ropes open for Sasha, but she just glares at him. Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then leaps over the top rope effortlessly. Jordan climbs onto the middle turnbuckle as Sasha climbs into the ring and stands next to Jordan with her arms folded, again glaring at the crowd. Jordan takes off the SCW Heavyweight Championship and holds it proudly over his head as the fans shower him with cheers and boos. Jordan leaps off the turnbuckle and asks for a microphone as he puts the SCW Championship on his shoulder. The ring announcer hands him one as Jordan waits for the cheers to die down. After a few minutes of the fans chanting “JORDAN! JORDAN! JORDAN!”, he tries to speak over them, but the cheers get louder and louder. The fans are finally get their chance to cheer Jordan, who’s been a heel for the better part of the past year.

Jordan: “Chill out, ya’ll…damn!” he says with a smile as the cheers get louder and louder.

The Bellagio starts shaking because the fans are jumping up and down chanting for Jordan. The fans have never wanted to boo Jordan. After so many years of being a baby face, Jordan turned heel, but the fans reluctantly booed him. Due to the recent turn of events of Jordan joining Team SCW, he apparently turned face in the process. Jordan looks at Sasha who just shakes her head. Eventually the fans cheers die down and Jordan begins speaking.

“God damn! You guys are fucking unbelievable!” he says humbly.

The fans cheer again as Jordan nods his head.

“When I came back to wrestling last year after an eight year hiatus, I obviously joined SCW which is about of the NeWA. I thought how cool is it that they revived the old territory system, but I never had any interest in being apart of it. SCW is my home promotion and I wanted to concentrate solely on that. I didn’t want to be a traveling champion, because I wanted to be at home with my kids. But as things tend to go with me…that didn’t go exactly to plan. Between SCW and Elite Japan Pro Wrestling, I ended wrestling full time anyways. After some deliberation a couple of months ago, Hot Stuff and Christian asked me if I would be apart of the NeWA ranking system and after some thinking, I figured why the hell not. To me, the SCW Heavyweight Championship is the most prestigious championship in the entire territory system, but before I retire, I want to be World Heavyweight Champion again!”

The fans start clapping.

“Being GPW and GCW World Heavyweight Champion was a thrill and a honor, but winning the NWA World Championship eventually would put it right there as one of the top accomplishments in my career and everyone knows…that covers a lot of ground!” he says with a laugh.

Jordan pauses for a moment as the fans continue clapping.

“So, let’s get down to the business of the evening at hand. Tonight is my first time stepping foot in a NeWA ring on an NeWA show and it just so happens to be the my first SCW Heavyweight title defense against a man…nay coward, who I once called a friend, Tom Dudely.”

The fans start booing.

“I knew Tom back in the day from GCW when was just a little shit, working opening matches, while I was main eventing pay per views and winning World Titles!”

The fans again start clapping and cheering.

“I first crossed paths with him, when myself and Beautiful Billy James were GCW World Tag Team Champions and on our path of undefeated awesomeness! Tom and his brother Richy were one of many challengers that we slayed during our undefeated run as Tag Team Champions and to be honest, I wasn’t impressed with Tom then…and I’m impressed with that traitor, now!”

Jordan pauses as he adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.

“You see, during my hiatus, Tom enjoyed a mild bit of success in other feds. And I use the term success loosely. You see, because when guys like me, Billy, Adam Rich, Hot Stuff, Damien Diamond…the list goes on and on…when we were around in GCW, Tom couldn’t sniff the main event. He could barely get past mid card status. But once we all disappeared that’s when Tom rose to the top and apparently had a run as a World Champion.”

The fans boo.

“Right! You see something Tom, occasionally, the cream doesn’t always rise to the top. Sometimes it takes being a big fish in a small pond for someone to get the success they so richly crave. See, I did it while GPW/ASFW/GCW were on fire. When we were at our peak, I was winning World Title after World Title. Wrestling against the top talents, while you were winning secondary titles.”

Jordan pauses once more as the fans clap.

“Last week you had the audacity to try to poke holes in my résumé. When we both know when our résumés are laid out next to each other, yours is written on a yellow sticky note, while mine runs thicker than The Bible, War and Peace and the Art of War combined. So before you start trying to find flaws in résumés, make sure yours stacks up before you start talking shit, okay son?”

The fans erupt into cheers at Jordan’s statement. Jordan again adjusts the SCW title on his shoulder.

“Nowadays everyone is quick to call someone a legend just because they had some success, maybe one a top title once and has some tenure. That doesn’t make you a legend. That means you were mediocre for a while and then eventually you peaked and won a top title…that’s you, Tom. You’re no legend. If your given the title of being a legend based off the stuff you’ve done, I don’t want to be a legend, because that means everyone can be one!”

The fans clap and cheer in agreement.

“My career achievements have spanned almost two decades. I’ve faced all the big names in the business and beat them all. I’ve been a multiple time World Champion, held countless World Tag Team Titles, I’ve won tournaments and battle royals against the fiercest and the best competition the world had to offer. Yet I’ve been lumped in the ‘legend’ category with someone like.”

Jordan pauses for a moment, then continues.

“That’s why I scoff at the word ‘legend’. It doesn’t mean shit to me. People say, ‘why do you call yourself the God of professional wrestling, isn‘t that a little too ego driven?’ ummm…yes, that’s the point. And so I don’t get mistaken for pseudo legends like Tom Dudely…that’s why.”

The fans clap again in agreement.

“I never had a problem with you, Tom. I questioned why Hot Stuff thought you belonged in Supremacy, but every group needs to have someone get their ass kicked and that job was yours. You had to earn your stripes to prove you could run with alpha dogs such as myself, Hot Stuff and Nick. And guess what? You couldn’t. While you were suspended, you got all bent out of shape because Nick and I were joking about you bringing coffee and donuts. If you’re that sensitive, then you don’t need to be running with us. So, I’m glad you decided to leave Supremacy, for that rudderless boat known as Team Erik. In my book, Supremacy got better by you leaving…no more weak links.”

Jordan takes the belt off his shoulder and holds it up with his left hand while admiring the belt.

“This belt is the reason why I came out of retirement, Tom. At Hostile Takeover a few weeks back, I beat Spike Staggs for it…do you honestly think that I am going to lose this belt to you? Seriously? I’m writing the last chapter to the book of my career and I’ll be damned if it ends with ‘I lost the SCW Heavyweight Championship on my very first defense against…wait for it…wait for it…Tom Dudely.’ Yeah right man, that’s now how my title reign ends. Definitely not on the first defense and damn sure not to you, Tom.” he says with a smile.

The fans cheer as Jordan hands the SCW Title to Sasha.

“Last week on Climax Control, you attacked me and left me laying in a pool of my own blood. Believe me when I say this Tom, tonight isn’t just going to be a wrestling match…I’m going to kick your ass. You’re getting your receipt for turning on me a few weeks back and for attacking me last week on CC. This match won’t be a catch-as-can-classic with headlocks and head scissors that I‘m capable of. It’s going to be high impact, strong style moves…submissions to break your bones and punches, chops, and kicks to break your spirit. I’m going to show you the difference between wrestling some nameless scrub to wrestling against a true great, who knows every trick in the book. You’re going to get it all: including my favorite…the green mist!” he says with a big grin.

The fans start rocking the arena with chants of “MARAUDER! MARAUDER! MARAUDER!”. Which is Jordan’s masked alter ego-that’s notorious for spitting the poison green mist. Jordan has returned to using the mist often in his matches for the past six months or so.

“You know its coming Tom, but the question is, can you stop it? I don’t think so. You don’t have the mental sharpness to keep up with me in this ring. I’ve been accused of being a dummy outside of the ring and its mostly accurate, but inside this ring…I’m a fucking genius!! This is your career highlight, Tom: getting a championship match against me on a Pay Per View event. I bet the pressure is getting to you, huh? I bet you can’t breathe. I bet you’re nervous…probably throwing up and/or shitting your guts out. This ain’t shit to me. I’ve been in bigger matches, Tom. One mistake is all it takes and I will capitalize on it and make you pay. One mistake, Tom and the match is over. Keep that in mind. This is your brush with true greatness. God is with you…and I’m about to beat the shit out of you. That is all!”

Jordan drops the mic as "Subconscious" plays again and the fans erupt into cheers. Jordan turns to Sasha who hands him the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt. Jordan walks to the turnbuckles and holds the SCW Title above his head and plays to the crowd to their delight. Jordan drops down of the middle rope and he and Sasha exit the ring. Jordan walks up the ramp with Sasha walking behind him. Jordan grabs a banner that says “Emerald Dragon” and holds it open proudly as Sasha stands behind him, glaring at the crowd. Jordan throws the banner back into the crowd and he and Sasha disappear behind the curtain as the scene fades out.

9
Climax Control Archives / Facing Benedict Arnold
« on: May 11, 2013, 01:31:05 PM »
 The scene opens up backstage to the Alex G Spanos Center in Stockton, California. Jordan Williams is walking down the hallway, while carrying his gear bag. Jordan arrives at the locker room that’s marked “Supremacy”. Jordan walks in to see Nick Jones, Diana, Big B and Tony. Nick is playing the SCW video game while B and Tony look on. The room is conspicuously quiet until B and Tony stand up and start clapping for Jordan. Jordan takes a bow.

B: “There’s the champ!”

Tony: “Congrats, J!”

Jordan takes another bow with a grin on his face and says: “Thank you! Thank you!”

Nick: “Would you two stop being stupid! Geez!”

Jordan: “Don’t hate, Nick!” he says as he sits his bag on the ground.

Nick: “Who’s a hater? I’m no hater…these two have been getting on my nerves today.”

Jordan laughs and says: “What else is new?”

Nick: “I hope you’re getting that belt back, man.”

Jordan: “Oh yeah, I will. Shit, if I didn’t, I’ll fuck this whole company up.” he says with a laugh as he sits down next to Nick.

Nick: “Good, but until then, we can’t call you the SCW Champion.”

“Like hell!” Jordan quickly fires back. “That shit Carter pulled wasn’t official. He stole my belt.”

Nick laughs and says: “I gotcha man.”

“All’s well in the kingdom today?”

Diana interjects and says: “Yes Jordan! So far at least. So long as I don’t run into that bitch today.”

“She isn’t a bitch.” Nick replies.

“Here we go again! Why do you have to defend that bitch?” Diana says as she raises her voice.

“Calm down ya’ll, damn! Zoey isn’t a bitch though, Diana. You haven’t given yourself a chance to get to know her.”

“Oh, so now you’re defending her?”

Nick lets out a sarcastic sigh and says: “Here we go.”

“No, I’m not defending her, I’m just saying…never mind this isn’t none of my business.” he says with a small laugh.

Diana shakes her head in disgust with her arms folded.

Jordan picks up a controller and says to Nick: “You trying to get beat?” he asks in a taunting manner.

“You know not to challenge me like that. Let’s go!” he says as Nick quits his match and goes to the main menu to start a new match between him and Jordan as the scene fades out.

The scene fades into to a shot of Jordan Williams standing backstage with Miss Rocky Mountains. Jordan is wearing his wrestling gear along with a black “Bad Street USA” t-shirt.

MRM: “Jordan, coming off the heels of your apparent SCW Heavyweight title win over Spike Staggs and then losing the title moments later to Kevin Carter…”

Jordan cuts off MRM with: “I didn’t lose my title to Kevin Carter. My title was stolen from me. You see at Hostile Takeover I beat Spike Staggs fair and square in the middle of the ring, then after some post match shenanigans, Kevin Carter and that stupid referee of his, thinks its okay to run down to the ring and steal my belt. So, as far as I’m concerned and the rest of the world, I’m still the SCW Heavyweight Champion!!”

MRM: “Tonight you go against former Supremacy stable mate and friend, Tom Dudely. Your thoughts?”

Jordan smirks and says: “Tom you’re in midst of three straight ass kickings my friend. Nick beat your ass at Hostile Takeover. Tonight, I’ll continue it. You finally pay for your betrayal in full at the NeWA PPV, Lord of the Ring.”

“Let’s focus on tonight though, Tom. You see, a lot of people think that since I may not be the smartest person in the world, they think they can get over on me. That’s the wrong line of thinking, because eventually I win in the end. I love to get revenge. Revenge is the sweetest joy next to get pussy, in my blunt opinion. I have a HUGE surprise in store for you and the whole world, Tom. You’ll find out before our match, but make no mistake, it’s a game changer!”

“Life coulda been easy for you Tom. When you’re in Supremacy, everyone knows we eat first, so to speak. Everyone knows we’re the best, yet you chose to leave Supremacy for…Team Erik…LAME. You coulda played for the winning team: Supremacy. That’s the only group that matters, Tom. Not Team Erik, not Team SCW. In case you haven’t noticed, at the very same pay-per-view, Nick is challenging and will defeat Spike for the NWA World Title. I’m the real SCW Champion, not to mention number three on the NWA World TV Title rankings, so my shot at that title, and subsequent win; we all know I’ll win…will just cement the fact that everyone in this world already knows…Supremacy is the best faction in all of pro wrestling. In Supremacy, we don’t do a lot of talking, we just show up and beat whoever is put in front of us and go home. We don’t care about who is “being held down” or “treated better”. Because when you’re a winner, all is taken care of. Tom, you willingly cast yourself with the losers and that’s fine, because it was addition by subtraction...Supremacy became better without you. Tonight, is stage one of revenge for your act of treason!”

Jordan throws the camera a cocky smirk before he walks off screen.  

10
Supercard Archives / Taking My Rightful Place As Champ
« on: April 26, 2013, 04:01:45 PM »
 “Before traveling to Brazil, I decided to hang out with Shannon before she left back for London. The TV show she was a production assistant on had wrapped and she wanted to hang out one last time before she went back across the pond.”

The scene opens up to a small coffee shop in Brooklyn. Jordan is sitting at a table waiting for Shannon. Jordan is looking at his phone and texting when a guy walks up to him.

“Excuse me, Mista Williams…can I have ya autograph?” the man asks in his Brooklyn accent.

Jordan pulls his eyes away from his phone and looks up at the man and immediately starts laughing. Jordan stands up and gives the man a high five-hug combo.

Jordan: “Quincy, what’s up bro?”

It’s Jordan’s protégé, Quincy Moss.

Quincy: “Shit, man. What are ya doin in Brooklyn? This is my spot, son!”

“I’m meeting someone.”

“Hide the white girls!!! Jordan’s around!” Quincy says jokingly.

“Fuck off, man.” Jordan says with a laugh.

“This is my favorite place to get some coffee. I’ve been trying to keep this place on the low, cuz this place is great.”

“Oh really? Glad we picked this spot then, if you selling them like that.”

“Hell yeah. Well I wanted to say what up, son!”

“Alright. You’re booked for the May 5th show, right?”

“Yep!”

“Who do you got?”

“I’m in a six man with Ujiri and AKANE.”

“Oh right! Ya’ll better get a win for Marauder-gun!!!”

Marauder-gun is the stable that Jordan leads in Japan with Quincy, Ujiri and AKANE.

“We gonna son on them. You just make sure you keep that title against Yashida!”

Quincy is referring to Tetsuya Yashida, an up and coming talent that is challenging Jordan for the EJPW Heavyweight Title.

“No sweat, bro!” Jordan says with a smile on his face.

Quincy laughs, then says: “I’ll see you there, then.”

“Cool, catch ya later then!”

Jordan and Quincy fist bump, then Quincy turns to walk out of the coffee shop with his coffee in his hand. As Quincy opens the door to leave, he passes by Shannon, who is walking in. Jordan and Shannon lock eyes as Jordan was sitting down and they both instantly start smiling.

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The camera pulls from a wide shot of the statue to Jordan standing right below the statue mimicking the pose.

“A lot of people think I’m some shallow person who only thinks of two things…women and myself…they would be correct about both, but they should also throw in my desire…some would call it an obsession with being the best. I’ve had this mentality my whole career. That’s what drives me. Being the absolute best. It consumes me to no end. I am constantly looking for new moves, new styles to perfect this art we call professional wrestling. I’ve changed my style so many times over the years. The wrestler I was when I first started out to when I was Marauder to now are completely different. I’ve went from a brawler to a high flyer to a striker to technician to what I am today: all around. I’ve blended all the styles to be the wrestler that stands in front of you today. The best wrestler in the universe….the God of professional wrestling.” he says while mimicking the statue pose again.

“Being the best, being the God of professional wrestling isn’t some gimmick, Spike. It’s a way of life. I dedicate my life to wrestling and I am will to do whatever it takes to be the best. Are you that dedicated, Spike? You have this quest to restore honor to SCW Championship. When didn’t it have honor? Nick brought credibility and prestige to that title with his long reign…so I’m not sure what you’re getting at with that. But we all need something that drives us. Bringing honor to SCW Title is what’s driven your title reign. Once I beat you, what will drive my title reign is my obsession with being the best SCW Champion in SCW history. Nick set the bar high, but I can jump over and take this title to whole new heights, which I will.”

“Obsession…it’s the word of the day. It describes me. My obsession with women…my obsession with myself…my obsession with being the best wrestler ever…my obsession to become SCW Champion. I get what I want Spike…this will be no exception. I’ve waited a long time to get a shot the title again…my skill, my will, my…obsession will make sure I prevail in our match at Hostile Takeover. Wrestling is my life. Being the best at what I do is my hunger…Being SCW Champion after I beat you will satisfy that hunger…however…It doesn’t mean I will become complacent. But that’s another topic for another day, Spike. Your paranoia will be your downfall in this match, man. My obsession…ha…my obsession has driven me to be a man possessed…possessed with the hunger, the thirst to be SCW Champion and make no mistake about it, Spike…I will be SCW Champion.”

The scene fades out with a wide shot of Jordan doing the statue’s pose once again.

**********


The scene opens up to a shot of the beautiful city of  Brasilia, Brazil on a beautiful afternoon. Walking down a city block is Jordan Williams and his best friend, Hot Stuff Mark Ward. Jordan is wearing a tight black tank top, blue jeans and basketball shoes. Hot Stuff is wearing an button down shirt, but he has the shirt open, blue jeans and basketball shoes as well. Jordan is smoking on a Cuban cigar as he and Mark are talking while walking down the block…

“…I’m telling you bro, that’s why I don’t go to those Millwall games with you. You guys are freakin’ crazy!!!”

Jordan is referencing the Millwall fan incident where there was a fight in a crowd and the fans also fought with the police.

“Not all of us are like that. A few rotten fans give us all a bad name.”

“Not only that, the fans in Europe are racist as shit.”

Mark shrugs his shoulders and says: “A lot are.”

“They be doing that fucking monkey chant at the black players. I thought we were in 2013, not 1903!”

“You’re preaching to the choir, bro. I hate those people.”

“It kinda ruins it for me. But it blows our boys lost.”

“Yeah, it was a tough loss. Always next year.”

“Random thought though, I’ve become a fan of Millwall, even went to a few games with ya. Yet, you don’t root for any teams I root for…what the hell bro!?!?!?!?”

Mark smirks while scratching his head, then says: “Good question!”

Jordan lets out a small laugh and says: “Do you even know what teams I root for?”

“The Yankees?” Mark says innocently.

Jordan does a face palm and says: “Why does everyone thinks all Americans root for the Yankees!?”

“Because you’re all Yanks, I suppose?” he says with a smirk.

“Oh come on!!! That’s a stupid logic!”

Mark starts laughing as Jordan just shakes his head. Jordan takes a puff of his cigar as they turn the corner of the block. A fruit stand catches their eye and they both look at each other nod that they’re going to get some fruit.

“Damn bro, this fruit looks great. It looks something on a commercial.” Jordan says.

“Bloody right. What are going to get?”

“Shit, I kinda want to eat all this fruit. It all looks great.”

Mark laughs and says: “Right! I’ll get an apple.”

“Same here, these green ones are calling my name.”

Jordan and Mark grab some apples and then pay the man at the stand. Before they go to take a bite of their apples, a soccer  comes flying out of no where and hits Jordan in the head. (OOC: I know a lot of the fed is from Europe, so as a dumb American, I will refer to it as soccer since that’s what I know it as :-P) Mark immediately starts laughing.

“Nice header, bro.”

“Where the hell did that come from?” Jordan says while rubbing his head.

Suddenly a pack of kids come running up to Mark and Jordan.

“Back to back!!!” Jordan yells while getting in a fighting stance.

“Relax bro, I doubt this lot wants to fight us!”

“Hey man, I don’t trust these kids, they could be setting us up to get robbed or something!”

As Jordan says that, the kids start pulling Jordan and Mark across the street. Jordan and Mark drop their apples and Jordan reluctantly puts out his cigar.

“What the hell?” Jordan says in an irritated tone.

“I think they want us to play in a match.” he says as they walk a few feet down the street and down an dirt path alley where the kids have a couple of soccer goals set up.

“Good call, bro.” Jordan says.

One of the kids starts doing some impressive dribbling moves before passing the ball to Mark. Mark starts showing off his own impressive dribbles before kicking the ball in the air and passes the ball to Jordan with a header. The ball bounces off Jordan’s chiseled chest and he bounces the ball on his knees, alternating between his left and his right knees.

“Not bad bro! I didn’t think you would improve your skills!” Mark says in a shocked tone.

“Hey, I’m a natural athlete, just a few hours of practice and I’m good at anything!!!”

Jordan passes the ball to a little boy and the group of kids break up into two teams. Jordan joins one team while Mark joins the other. A kid on Mark’s team passes him the ball. Jordan runs over to Mark to defend him.

“I’m about to make you look stupid, bro.” Mark says while dribbling the ball.

“Let’s go, son!”

Mark gets a smirk on his face and he continues dribbling the ball, doing some impressive fakes, but Jordan is surprising staying with him.

“That’s the best you got?” Jordan yells.

As soon as Jordan says that, Mark fakes like he’s going left, but spins around and goes right and he dribbles the ball down the dirt field before passing it to a kid with a clear shot at the goal. The kid takes kicks the ball at the goal, but the goalie knocks the ball away. A kid on Jordan’s team gets the ball and passes it to Jordan.

“Back up bro!” Jordan says with a laugh.

Jordan tries to create some space, but Mark steals the ball from Jordan and takes a shot at the goal, but it hit’s the top corner of the goal.

“Damnit!”

Jordan walks over to Mark and playfully bumps him and says: “Asshole!”

Mark smirks and says: “Hey baldie, we’re playing football, there is no way I’m taking it easy on ya.”

“Okay!”

The two teams go back and forth for a few minutes trying to score the ball. Jordan and Mark are letting the kids play mostly. Occasionally when the kids would pass either of them the ball, they would pass it to the other kids on their team. After Mark’s team attempts a shot on goal, that misses, Jordan’s team goes on offense. Jordan positions himself in the middle of the field near the opponents goal as his team passes the ball around. Mark starts hedge towards the person who has the ball. The little kid notices Jordan is somewhat by himself and passes the ball to Jordan. The ball has enough air under it, where Jordan attempts a Pele kick. Jordan connects with the ball and he crashes hard onto the ground. The goalie knocks the ball away, but knocks it near Jordan’s teammate and the kid kicks the ball in for the score! Jordan lays on the ground holding his back and hip while Mark comes over to check on him.

“You okay, bro?”

“Did I make it?”

Mark laughs and says: “No! But one of your team kicked the ball in off the rebound.”

YES!!!” Jordan says as Mark helps him to his feet.

Jordan dusts himself off as his team comes over to celebrate with him. Jordan dishes out high fives to all of them before motioning that he has to leave.

“Let’s get something to eat bro…that apple won’t satisfy my appetite now.” Mark says while rubbing his stomach.

“Great, I feel like I’m about to die I’m so damn hungry.” Jordan says with a laugh.

The scene fades out as Jordan and Mark walk down the aisle back on to the streets of Brasilia.  

**********


The scene opens up to Ginásio Nilson Nelson in Brasilia, Brazil with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s Hostile Takeover super card. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and the crowd ERUPTS into cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Underneath his duster, he has on a red “REVOLT” t-shirt. He has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and effortlessly jumps over the top rope. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and surveys the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. Jordan asks for the microphone and Justin Decent hands him one. Jordan gazes at the crowd who are showering him with cheers. Jordan takes a bow and the fans continue cheering very loudly for him.

“Wow, I can’t believe this. The last time I was in Brazil I main evented a show in Rio De Janeiro in front of 250, 000 fans!”

The fans erupt into cheers.

“That was something like fifteen years ago! Man, does the time fly by fast!”

The fans cheer again.

“I was a young pup back then, now I’m a GOD!!!”

Once more the fans cheer.

“I won’t heel you guys tonight, because its only so often I come through here, so I’ll be good to you.” he says with a smile.

The fans start clapping and cheering as Jordan strokes his chin before continuing.

“A lot of things have happened in the past few months that led me to this match with Spike Staggs for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. First, I entered the Blast from the Past tournament and ended up getting paired with Odette Ryder!”

The fans cheer at the sound of Odette’s name.

“Team OJ beat every single team on the way to winning the tournament, granting me this title match here tonight. That subsequently led to Odette and Gabriel pulling the meanest and cruel joke in the world on myself, which I’m still not happy with, but I’ve bravely moved on!”

The fans let out a collective “Awww” as Jordan pretends to fight back tears.

“Third, that bald headed bastard, Tom attacks me like a coward and joins Team Erik…which by the way, Tom will get his ass kicked when my REAL friend, Nick Jones kicks his ass tonight!”

The fans again cheer.

“The build for this match has been somewhat quiet. Spike, you’ve been busy defending your World Championship and dealing with this whole rebellion deal, while I’ve been dealing with liars and backstabbers. But in all honesty, this match doesn’t need anything personal. This match doesn’t need me sneak attacking you and you sneak attacking me. It didn’t need me trying to steal Vixen from you to play mind games. The reason why is: I don’t need nor do I want any extra advantage to beat you. I want you 100% for this match-no excuses.”

The fans start clapping as Jordan pauses for a moment.

“Of all the organizations I called ‘home’, I’ve held the top title in that organization. SCW is taking a little longer than I thought, but tonight I rectify all that. I have to admit Spike you’re a tremendous, fighting champion. Shit, you hold the top two prestigious titles in all of pro wrestling: the SCW Heavyweight Title and the NWA World Heavyweight Title. I’m not a hater, so I give you props for pulling off this feat. But you know as well as I do, your strong run as a dual champion is coming to an end. First, I’m going to win the SCW Heavyweight Championship, then Nick will dethrone you of the NWA World Title.”

A few scatters of boos are heard as Jordan pauses.

“Spike, you can’t stop what’s going to happen tonight. Regardless of how much of a fight you’ll put up and I know this will be a hell of a match; I’m going to beat you. One, I’ve been training with my good friend, Austin Parker, the one guy who’s opinion I trust more than anyone else’s in the wrestling business and he says I’m at the best I’ve ever been. I went back to the gutter and trained old school style with Austin. All my moves and counters are sharp and have been refined. Two, the larger reason why I’m going to win is because I’m just better than you!!”

Jordan smirks as the fans clap and cheer.

“I had two shots at the SCW Title during the summer. Nick was the reigning champion and he beat me both times. After that, I decided to change my approach and be patient until I got my next title shot. That time is obviously now, Spike and I will not let this opportunity pass me by, because let’s face it. I just turned 39, I have bad knees, it takes me longer to get out of bed now that I’m older and constantly aching with nagging injuries. So, its almost safe to say that this is probably my last chance to have a long run before I start truly winding things down.”

The fans boo at the comment, more of a disappointment boo than anything else.

“I know, but I don’t want to hang on too long. I’d like to be able to enjoy the rest of my life without having a permanent injury. So you understand Spike, why this match means so much to me. Not just so I can say I was SCW Heavyweight Champion, so I can have one last run while I’m at the peak of my powers.”

The fans once again clap and cheer for Jordan.

“Winning the SCW Championship at this point in my career will mean just as much, if not more than the times I won the GPW and GCW World Heavyweight titles back in the day.”

The fans start chanting “GCW! GCW! GCW!” Jordan acknowledges the chants with a nod.

“When I joined SCW over a year ago, I joined up with Spike in NXT. He was the ‘leader’ so to speak, but I was the guy he confided in when making decisions. I was the advisor and mentor to Spike during that time in NXT. I have a insight to his thinking when it comes to how he approaches a match. So here it is, Spike. All the history between us. From the time you first stepped foot in GCW. To your time in the group Blackout where you and your band of merry men tried to injury Billy and I on purpose…not to mention my wife. To our time in GXW. To our time in SCW. I’ve watched you go from opening match jobber to NWA and SCW Champion. Tonight, I take the SCW Title from around your waist and put it around mine…where it belongs! This is a legacy match for me. I win this, then I will retire peacefully knowing that I had one last run with the strap. I lose this match, when I retire, I’ll be bitter until the day that I die…guess what? I plan on having a happy retirement when that time comes. Spike, in a few short hours, when we step inside the ring, you’ll know what it’s like to be in the ring with a man that’s putting it all on the line. I will go to any lengths to win the SCW Championship. So if I have to spit the mist in your face. Or if I have to knock you out with the Boma Ye or crush your lungs with High Fly Flow or break your neck with the ATL Crusher…know that you’ll feel one or more of these moves, because I will be SCW’s next Heavyweight Champion!!! That is all!!!”

Jordan drops the microphone as the fans explode into cheers as “Subconscious” plays. Jordan stands in the middle of the ring golf clapping the crowd. Jordan then climbs out of the ring where he does something he hasn’t done since turning “heel”, he walks around ringside high fiving and shaking hands with the fans. A few female more pull him into the crowd and kiss him. A few more female fans hand him bouquets of flowers. After doing this for ten minutes, Jordan finally makes his way up the aisle, doing the same thing as the scene fades out.

11
Climax Control Archives / Time To Bring Back The Wheel Barrow?
« on: April 05, 2013, 03:11:50 PM »
 “Immediately after my match against Ace Baldwin, I flew back home to New York. I had a couple of meetings scheduled through out the week. The first of which was with my lawyers to discuss the divorce proceedings.”

The scene opens up to an office in downtown Manhattan early in the morning. Jordan is sitting at the table of his lawyers, Daniel Steinberg and Ben Weinstein. Jordan is sitting at the oak table waiting for Maury and Ben to come in. Their secretary brings Jordan a cup of coffee and a cherry Danish. Daniel and Ben walk in with folders full of paperwork.

Daniel: “Sorry to keep you waiting, Jordan.”

Jordan yawns and says: “Look, it’s the Steiner Brothers!!!” he says with a laugh.

Ben laughs and says: “You know the last you said that, and I went and Googled them and I must say, those two guys are pretty damn big. I wish I could be jacked up like them!”

Daniel, putting his folders on the table, says: “Yeah no kidding!”

“Scott in particular. That dude is massive!” Jordan says.

Daniel and Ben have a small laugh before sitting down next to Jordan. Daniel on the left, Ben on the right.

“So, are you ready to see what your ex-wife demands?” Ben says.

“Absolutely not!” says Jordan.

“You’ll be surprised actually. Not a lot of demands.” Daniel says while flipping some papers.

“I already told her she can have everything except my gym stuff like my ring and I already had that shipped to my house in LA.”

“Yeah, that was mentioned by her lawyers. This will be pretty much cut and dry with the exception of a few things.” Ben says.

“Like child support, who should pay for the house.” Daniel adds.

“She should pay for the house. First of all, she’s the one who wanted to move us up here to New Jersey. Then I told her she can have the house when we split. Why do I need to pay for it!?” Jordan exclaims.

“We’re thinking her lawyer came up with that angle.” Ben says.

Jordan shakes his head in disgust and says: “Lawyers are slimey people…” Jordan looks at Ben and Daniel who get an uncomfortable look on their faces. “Not you guys. You guys are the exception, not the rule. God damn!”

“I know it, we’re going to fight for you not to.” says Daniel.

“It would be one thing if she didn’t have any money, but she has a fitness center that’s doing great, plus child support! What the hell does she need me to pay for the damn house for!? I’m renting an apartment here in New York; which is expensive as hell and I bought a house in Los Angeles. I’m not going to pay for another fucking house! Is her lawyer that crazy!?” Jordan asks rhetorically.

Jordan takes a sip of coffee as he is visibly upset.

“Maybe you can talk to her one day before we meet with her lawyer?” Ben asks.

“Yeah, I’ll do that. I mean we’ve been nothing but civil towards each other, I don’t see why we can’t work this out like adults. I mean, its not like I hate her or anything.” Jordan says.

Ben and Daniel laugh. The scene fades as they continue talking over their strategy.

The scene fades into a shot inside Jordan’s apartment later on in the day. Jordan is sitting at his desk in the spare room he converted into an office. Jordan actually hardly ever spends time in there as he usually does anything “office” related at his club, The Enigma in New Jersey. Jordan grabs his cell phone and dials his soon to be ex-wife, Vanessa Sambora. After a few rings, Vanessa picks up the phone.

Vanessa: “Hi, Jordan.”

Jordan: “Hello, Vanessa. How are you?”

“I’m doing good. How’s going?”

“Been pretty busy with touring. How are the kids?”

“Crazy!” she says with a laugh. “Jessica and Natasha are doing really well in school. This hasn’t affected them at all.”

“That’s great. They’re smart like their mom!” he says with a smile.

“That’s a good one, Jordan!” she says with a laugh.

“It’s true. But I wanted to ask you something.”

“You met with your lawyers, huh?”

“Yes. And I wanted to know, why the hell do you want me to pay for your house!?”

“I don’t.”

“It says so in the paperwork.”

“That’s weird!” she says befuddled.

“I’ll pay child support, I’ll pay for that damn private school you suggest they go to. But I’m not going to pay for your house. Your business is thriving!”

“I know. I’ll talk to Jeff about that and have him get that removed. I know him and I discussed it during our initial meeting, but I didn’t want that to happen and must have forgotten to tell him to remove it.”

“Oh okay. Great. I knew you that sounded weird.”

“Yeah, no. Thanks for bringing it up. You know how those lawyers are…”

“YES!” Jordan exclaims.

Vanessa laughs and says: “You’re silly!”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Jordan says while bowing in his chair.

Vanessa: “So you doing good other wise though? You haven’t been getting hurt have you?”

“No, nothing major. Just a few bumps and bruises and soreness. Nothing a bottle of wine or two can’t take care of!”

“Did you do a follow up with that doctor about your headaches?”

Jordan is silent for a moment, knowing he hasn’t and says: “…No…”

“Come on Jordan!” she says in a worried tone. “You need to see what’s wrong. I know its from all the concussions you’ve had.”

“I know Vanessa, I’m just afraid to, that’s all.”

“Listen, that’s not something to keep putting off. This could lead to serious problems, Jordan.”

Jordan takes a deep breath and says: “I appreciate your concern…”

Vanessa cuts him off and says: “We’re only going through this divorce, because you can’t stop having sex with those whores. I still love you and I still care for you. I want you to see that doctor!”

“Okay, I promise you, I’ll make an appointment.”

“Please, for your sake. I’m really worried about you.”

“I appreciate. And for the record…not sure if it matters, but I still love you too. I never wanted this to happen, but I understand why you got fed up.”

There is complete silence as Jordan holds his head in his hand.

Vanessa: “Is that all you need?” she says as she starts to get choked up.

“Yeah, that was it. I’ll let you go. Bye.” he says in a somber tone.

“Okay, bye.” she says as they both hang up.

Jordan leans back in his chair as he puts his phone on his desk. Jordan shakes his head as he goes deep in thought about the conversation he just had with Vanessa. The scene fades out with Jordan staring blankly at the ceiling.

The scene opens up backstage at the Movistar Arena in Santiago, Chile where Jordan Williams is standing with Ms. Rocky Mountains.

MRM: “Jordan, I’m sure you’re surprised at your match this week, especially since you’re the number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship. You and your Supremacy stable member, the returning Tom Dudely team up to challenge SCW Tag Team Champions, Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter. Your thoughts on tonight’s title match?”

“What an interesting little turn of events we have here. My buddy, Tom Dudely is coming back after his unjust firing and we’re booked against the SCW Tag Team Champions, Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter…who is or isn’t the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Am I facing Kevin or Spike at the super card!? Who knows. In the mean time, the in between time, Tom and I are gunning for those belts. Being a tag team champion isn’t a slap in the face. It’s an honor. I’ve been in some of the most legendary teams from Hot n Sexy to the Perfect Dynasty to Silent But Violent to Team OJ…yes I mean Team OJ. My tag team résumé speaks for itself and tonight when Tom and I face off against Carter and Baldwin, I will become a two time SCW Tag Team Champion. I will ride that wave of momentum from this title victory to winning the SCW Title from either Kevin or Spike.”

“Mr. Ace! We meet again! It was just one short week ago that you were saying that you could beat me and that I was one of a million. How did that work out for ya? I don’t claim to be a psychic, but damn am I great at telling the future! I told you I would beat you and what do you know??? It happened! But I don’t need to be a psychic to know I’m better than you. It’s just pure fact and I proved it when I beat you last week. Not much has changed since then. I didn’t suffer a debilitating injury or illness and you didn’t become a better wrestler than me in one weeks time, so you do the math. The only difference is, that it’s a tag match. I got my boy Tom coming back, who’s every bit as talented…shit even more talented than Kevin Carter. So again, I ask you to do the math. Supremacy is greater than Carter and Baldwin.”

“Kevin Carter…not sure if you’ll be my opponent at the super card or not, but you are my opponent tonight and you have one championship that I want, the Tag Team Championships. You see, I’m a greedy fuck. I want all the titles, so being one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions heading into the super card where I will win the SCW Title, will make things all that much more sweeter. In order for that to happen, Tom and I will dethrone you two as champs. You’re pretty new around here so I will fill you in on something. Any combination of Supremacy is better than any other combination in this organization. So whether its Tom and I, Nick and I or Tom and Nick, we can beat any tag team in SCW. That includes you and Ace. That reminds me…how the hell are you two partners when you don’t even like each other? I could only imagine if you two were on the same page, you’d be a lethal team. Tonight, Tom and I will show you how a real team operates when we beat you and Ace.”

“So gentlemen, Tom and I will do you two a favor and take those tag team belts from you and you guys can go back to disliking one another. Once Tom and I take these belts, I‘ll win the SCW Title and I see that I‘m creeping up the NWA World TV Title rankings and when my time comes to challenge for that belt, I‘ll gladly add that to my collection…seems like I‘ll need to bring that wheel barrow back that Hot Stuff and I had back in the day when we carried all the gold!!!” he says as he looks to the ceiling holding his forefinger over his lips to simulate him thinking.

The scene fades as Jordan throws up the double guns pose and walks off camera.

12
Climax Control Archives / Meeting Up With An Old Flame
« on: March 29, 2013, 11:56:26 PM »
 The scene opens up to Jordan Williams’ apartment in New York City, early in the morning. Jordan is sitting at the island in his kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the New York Times on his iPad. Jordan takes a sip of coffee as he swipes over to the Sports section. Suddenly, his phone starts ringing. Jordan checks it and it says “SHANNON”. Jordan and Shannon had a fling during SCW’s London Brawling tour last year, that resulted in Shannon becoming pregnant with Jordan’s baby, but eventually losing it. She’s in New York for three months for a job.

Jordan answers with: “Hi, Shannon.”

Shannon: “Hey love!!! I knew you’d be awake! Wha’cha doing??”

“Drinking and reading.”

“Drinking at this hour, mate? Why didn’t you invite me over!?” she says jokingly.

“Err, I meant coffee. I’m drinking coffee.”

“Are you sure!?” she again says in a joking manner.

Jordan can’t help but crack a smile, then says: “I’m sure.” he says with a laugh.

“Listen, I’m going to have the night off tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink…possibly, maybe?”

“Yeah, sure. We can do that.”

“I mean, we don’t have to if you’re busy…”

Jordan smiles a little, then says: “Yes, Shannon. We can get a drink.”

“Great! I’ll text you the place later!!!”

“Actually, just come to my place.” he says as he takes a sip of coffee.

“Really!?!?!?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, that‘s even better!”

Jordan smiles and says: “Well, we‘re passed the whole ‘meet me at the bar’ thing.”

“That’s true, love. Well, I’ll meet you later on tonight, then around 8ish?”

“Sounds good. See ya then.”

“Okay!!! Bye!!” she says enthusiastically.

“Bye!” he says as he hit’s the end call button with a smile on his.

Jordan hits end call as he takes another sip of coffee. Jordan has been hesitant about seeing Shannon because he knows where this could lead to. Shannon and him connected very quickly, because she understands him and they think so much alike. By the time Jordan left London, they were finishing each other’s sentences and knew what each other were thinking. Shannon has a vibrant personality and such a shit talker and that’s what attracted Jordan to her, beyond the good looks.

The scene opens up later on around 7:45. Jordan has just gotten out of the shower and has on a sleeveless shirt and track pants, with a pair of running shoes. Jordan’s phone starts ringing. He checks it and sees that its his friend, Rob Anderson.

Jordan: “Rob, what’s up, man?”

Rob yells into the phone his signature catchphrase from when he wrestled: “GOOD GAWD!!!”

Jordan holds the phone away from his ear with a pissed look on his face, then says: “Damn man, did you have to scream that?”

Rob: “Ha! What’s going on brother?”

“Getting ready for this girl to come over. You?”

“Uh-oh! Who’s coming over? How good does she look? She like threesomes?” Rob asks without a breath in between each question.

“Dude, you’re sick. If I’m having a threesome, its with two females!”

“I’m just messing with you. But who is she? Do I know her? Is it Shanice?”

“What’s with the inquisition, Rob? Geez, hop off my dick!”

Rob laughs and says: “My bad.”

“You remember that chick I spent the week with in London, right?”

“Oh yeah! The one you got pregnant!”

Jordan rolls his eyes and says: “Yes.” with a deflated tone.

“What the hell is she doing in New York?”

“She here on a job, from what she says.”

“Dude, she’s stalking you!” Rob says with a laugh.

“Oh damn! Don’t say that, man! I’ve actually thought about that angle!”

“So, you invite a stalker over to bang you, that’s smart. Throw fuel on the fire!”

“Shut up, man. What if she was stalking me?”

“Dude, you would have major problems on your hands then!!”

“I say that because a few weeks ago, when I was coming home, she was right behind me. She knew exactly when I was coming home.”

“Yeah, I knew that too, actually. You must have gotten that mass text thing situated, because I haven’t seen any crazy text from you!!”

Jordan grits his teeth together and says: “Damnit! I feel so fucking dumb for that!”

“I would too. I’m sure your Mom got that text about how that one chick sucked your…”

Jordan cuts Rob off and says: “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” he says in a disgusted tone. “Why didn’t anyone say anything to me? Everyone just kept on receiving my messages without saying a damn word! That’s the weird thing about that situation!”

“I thought it was entertaining, that’s why I didn’t say anything.”

“All of you are assholes!!!”

“Even your poor mother?”

“Yes! Even my Mom! Jesus Christ!”

“And Jesus Christ?”

“Him too!” Jordan says jokingly.

“Alright, well I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the Rangers game tonight with Hope and I and one of her friends, but I guess that’s a no?”

“Maybe some other time, Rob.”
“Alright buddy, I’ll let you finish getting ready for your stalker…I mean girlfriend…I mean, friend.”

“Haha, very funny, jackass.”

“Ha! Talk to you later!”

“See ya.”

Jordan hit’s the end call button as he shakes his head. Thirty minutes later Shannon has just arrived at Jordan apartment. Shannon sits on Jordan’s plush couch while he grabs some wine and wine glasses. Jordan brings walks into the living room and sets the wine and glasses on his solid oak coffee table. Jordan undoes the cap and pours Shannon a glass and then himself.

“Nice technique, Jordan!!!”

Shannon was a bartending the night she met Jordan .

“Thanks…It’s all…”

“In the wrist!!” she says as they both laugh.

“You’re silly.” Jordan says.

“Who me???” she says innocently.

“How was work today?” he asks.

“Blah! Its fun, but it can be too much, sometimes. Especially when the director is being an arse!”

Shannon is a production assistant on a TV series that’s being filmed in New York temporarily.

“That’s cool. But you like it, that’s what’s important though.”

“Yeah, I love it actually. Its better than bartending!!”

“Ha! I bet!”

“But I never would’ve met you if I didn’t bartend.”

“True, but I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing!” he says with a small laugh.

Shannon playfully hits Jordan on the shoulder, then says: “Of course it’s a good thing, silly!”

Jordan nods his head while he takes a drink from his wine glass.

“I have to admit something.” Shannon says as he takes a sip of wine as well.

Jordan gets a semi-worried look on his face.

“I think about you all the time. Seriously. I replay that whole week we spent at my flat and think I wish we could stay in that moment forever…”

Jordan takes a sip of wine as he continues listening to Shannon.

“I used to think those things only happened in movies, where you meet someone at a bar or whatever and then that person turns out to be perfect for you on all the levels…if that makes sense. The only thing that wasn’t perfect, was that you were married then.”

“Yeah.”

“I never had so much fun with anyone like that whole week. It was so spontaneous and fun. It was really like a movie or TV show. I felt so empty when you left. I kept telling myself and hoping that you would come back, because you felt the same way I did.”

“I felt it too, Shannon. But I had the opposite reaction though. And I guess this is just another example of what an idiot I am. But I tend to run away from things I want, if that makes sense. The fact that we clicked so fast and easy, scared me. I was afraid of what would have happened had I spent more time with you.”

“I can understand that, mate.”

“I mean in the long run, it just fucked up my marriage anyways. But you’re the only woman to fully understand me and that’s huge. That’s something I didn’t have with Vanessa. She would constantly grind on me with what I should be doing and she was right, but you accepted me for me and didn’t just went with who I was, if that makes sense.”

“Yes, I like who you are and I would never want to change anything about you. But believe me, I was waiting for something about your personality or how you did a certain thing to rub me the wrong way and it never happened. Because that’s my luck with men. Everything could be going great and then some would bloody happen where I lose interest. You had me hooked from our first conversation.”

Jordan takes a sip of wine and then strokes his chin as he smirks.

“I feel like such a berk coming here and telling you this.”

Jordan puts his hand on Shannon’s thigh, then says: “Don’t feel that way.”

“I probably come off as a stalker too, huh?” She says with a laugh.

Jordan scratches his head and says: “No, not at all!”

“You sure?” she says jokingly.

“You’re good.” he reassures.

“So, how’s your wrestling career going?”

“Its going well. I’m working full time again.”

“That’s great! You still wrestle in Japan?”

“Yes, I do. I won the Heavyweight title there in January.”

“When are you coming back to London???” she asks with a big grin.

“I really don’t know, honestly. I love wrestling in Europe. I have so many fans over there, so when I do finally get over there, its like a rock band, showed up. I had no idea I had so many European fans. Its nuts.”

“Didn’t you say your friend that runs the company is from London?”

“Yes! Mark is a huge Millwall fan.”

“Boo! Liverpool, mate!”

Jordan starts laughing.

“Actually, I have no opinion one way or the other about Millwall.”

Jordan and Shannon keep talking and drinking as the night wears on. Just like they did a year ago, they’re having fun talking about everything from music to politics to stupid clichés to movies and just general small talk. Eventually Jordan and Shannon end up spending the night together.

The scene fades in the next morning where Jordan and Shannon are awake in bed. Shannon has her head on Jordan’s chest, while he has his right arm around her.

“It feels great waking up in your arms again.” she says.

“Corny alert!!!” he jokingly says.

Shannon pinches Jordan, then says: “I’m serious!”

“I know, it feels natural.”

Shannon smiles as she kisses his chiseled chest.

“One thing, though…I know we didn’t make a baby this time!” he says jokingly.

“Don’t say that! That still hurts!”

Jordan gets a serious look on his face and says: “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay. You know had I carried it to term, the baby would be three months old, now?”

“I don’t even like to think about it.”

“I do from time to time. I can’t help but think: ‘Will this happen again in the future.’ You know?”

“That must be tough. I can only imagine.”

Shannon is deep in thought for a minute as Jordan pulls her in closer and then she changes the subject and says: “Hungry?”

Jordan: “You know me so well. Its like you can read my mind or something!”

“You don’t have much of a mind to read….WHAAAAAT!!!” she says laughing.

Jordan laughs and says: “You got jokes, huh!?”

The scene fades out as Jordan and Shannon start wrestling each other under the sheets.

The scene fades in backstage at Coliseo Amautu in Lima, Peru. Pussy Willow is walking through the hallway as a camera crew follows her. Eventually she makes her way to the Supremacy locker room where a lot of noise is heard coming from their locker room. Pussy Willow gets a perplexed look on her face before she knocks on the door. She puts her ear up to the door and hears a lot of banging and noises. She slowly opens up the door and as she cracks the door open further and further, look of bewilderment overcomes her face. She opens the door and the camera crew follows her to see Jordan Williams, Nick Jones and Hot Stuff Mark Ward playing Rock Band 3. Jordan, Nick and Mark are playing what many have regarded as the hardest song, “Operation Ground and Pound” by Dragonforce. They are trying to get one hundred percent on the song. Jordan is playing lead guitar, Nick is on the drums and HS is singing. They’re about halfway through the song and are hitting all their notes and keys. PW waves her arms at Jordan trying to get his attention, but Jordan is playing the guitar as if he’s really in front of a big crowd.

Nick sees PW waving her arms and yells: “Get out of here!”

Jordan looks up, thinking Nick is talking to him and he yells: “What!?”

Nick shakes his head as to mean nothing while he drums.

PW to Jordan: “Can I talk to you when you’re done?”

HS hears this and turns around and gets an annoyed look on his face in between words, causing him to miss a note. Then like dominos falling, Jordan misses a note on his guitar and Nick frustrating kicks over the drums.

Nick: “God damnit! Pussy! Can’t you see that we’re in the middle of something? Is this interview this damn important!?”

Nick gets up and sits on the chair near his bag, with a pissed look on his face.

HS glares at PW and she says: “Are you guys serious!?”

HS: “You’re fired!” he says as he drops the microphone on the ground and joins Nick.

Jordan: “Do you know how long we’ve been playing that damn song?”

PW: “No!”

Jordan: “All fucking day. We were fucking rocking and you fucked it all up. We almost had one hundred percent…but no! You had to ruin it! Damnit!”

PW stares at Jordan for a bit, then says: “Well I need you to do your promo, you’re late.”

Jordan shakes his head and motions for PW to follow him outside of the locker room. PW follows Jordan to the hallway. Jordan takes a minute to get his composure back as PW begins the interview.

PW: “I’m here with number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship, Jordan Williams. Jordan, tonight you’ll be facing someone who is rising up the ranks in SCW pretty quickly, Ace Baldwin. Can we get your thoughts about the match?”

“Ace Baldwin, one of the guys whom I think can do something here in SCW; I face one on one tonight at Climax Control. Already, you’re one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions. Congratulations are in order, Ace. While, I think you have some potential, make no mistake about it Ace, I am not the God of professional wrestling for no reason, son. This is a title, that I earned and that was bestowed upon me! You see, I’ve been wrestling for a long, long time. I’ve seen them come and I’ve seen them go. Do you have the staying power? Do you have the passion to be great? Do you have what it takes to beat Jordan Williams inside that ring!?”

“I can answer the last one emphatically and that’s not just a no, but a hell no! Ever since I was named number one contender at Blaze of Glory, I’ve got one focus….and that’s preparing myself to win the SCW Championship. You’re a tune up for me, Ace. A lot of people would bitch and moan if they were booked up against a guy of your caliber…not me. You see I want it. I crave the competition. I want to be at my very best when I meet Spike for the title. I don’t want to be complacent. I want to be sharp. So, facing you will keep that edge. I’m not using you as a measuring stick, in fact, it’s the other way around-you using me as a measuring stick…to see if you got what it takes to compete at a high level. The competition is the very best here in SCW. This isn’t like some walk in the park that you’re use to. No! I’m the GOD of professional wrestling and you will get taken to places you’ve never been before, I can assure you of that!”

“Ace, I’ve been in the ring with the very best in the history of this business and I’ve beaten them all. What have you done? Who have you beaten? My resume is littered with fallen greats. Like I said before, me being a God isn’t some gimmick, it’s a lifestyle. Its about being the very best at what I do…and you know what? I know I’m the best at what I do. Tonight, Baldwin, you’re going to find out what being in the ring with a true great is all about. I’m sure you’re saying I’m some washed up fossil or some other stupid and corny jokes that have been said a thousand times over. I’m not washed up, I’m at the top of my game. You see, when you’re young, you’re still learning to be the best…me? I’m at the point where I’m teaching everyone how being the best is done!”

“While I think you will amount to something here in SCW, tonight just isn’t your night Baldwin. I’m going to teach how about greatness. I’m going to show you that…while you may think you’re great, you still have a ways to go. You’re not even on my level, son. Will you get there someday? Maybe, but I’m at my apex right now, Ace. No one will stop me. Not you, not anyone. I’m on a path to the top of this organization, and you’ll just be another wrestler that I disposed of on my way to the top, where I belong.”

“When you’re in your locker room, getting ready, I want you to look in the mirror and ask yourself, do I have what it takes to beat Jordan Williams? Can I bring my very best and still be able to beat Jordan? The answer is again, a no! Ace, I’m a master at this business. That ring is sanctuary. Its where I thrive at. I know all the tricks. I know everything. I have a counter to your counters. And if you think you can counter my counters, I can counter those counter. And around and round we go. So you can say you don’t know much about me, but who exactly are you? I’m not some green guy new to the business, son. I’ve been around a long time and after tonight, you’ll know me as the guy that beat the shit out of you and gave you the wrestling lesson of a lifetime! That’s what I do. I take people like you who think they’re hot and I quickly put an end to all that nonsense. This is your one touch with greatness, Ace. One day you’ll be bouncing your grandkids on your knees and telling them about the day you wrestled the greatest wrestler EVER. After tonight, you will know who I am and what my name is…Jordan Williams, the GOD of professional wrestling!!!”

Jordan glares at PW as the camera crew lower their cameras.

Jordan: “Happy?”

PW rolls her eyes as Jordan heads back into the Supremacy locker room. Jordan walks over to HS and Nick, who are still visibly upset.

Nick: “Can you believe that chick?”

Jordan: “Unbelievable, man.”

HS: “No courtesy or anything. I’m going to fire her!”

Jordan: “Seriously?”

HS: “Of course not, bro. It just sounds good.” he says as he and Jordan laugh.

Nick: “Well, I would fire her!”

Jordan: “You wanna finish this song finally, or what?”

HS: “Might as well.”

Jordan, Nick and HS head over to the TV and start setting up to take another stab at the song. They start off strong on the first verse, when Big B and Tony walk into the locker room talking loud and laughing, which makes Jordan, Nick and HS mess up again. Nick takes his drum sticks and throws them at Big B and Tony, while Jordan and HS throw their hands up in the air as the scene fades out.

13
Climax Control Archives / The Grand Finale
« on: March 15, 2013, 01:39:37 PM »
 The scene opens up inside Jordan‘s home in Los Angeles. Inside we see Jordan Williams and his protégé, Quincy Moss in the ring working out. Jordan has Quincy in a headlock and then transitions it to a go behind, hammerlock. Quincy searches for an escape, before he reverses the hold into a hammerlock of his own. Quincy then transitions it into a headlock. Jordan slowly backs Quincy up against the ropes and then fires him off across the ring. Quincy rebounds off the ropes and Jordan leaps over him with a leap frog. Jordan immediately rolls onto his back as Quincy hit’s the ropes behind him. As Quincy comes back, Jordan goes to catapult Quincy into the air with a reverse monkey flip, but Quincy stops in his tracks, grabs Jordan’s legs into a wheel barrow position and then slams him into the mat with a sit out slam. Quincy gets up as Jordan gets to his knee while holding his face. Quincy pulls Jordan to his feet and pushes him into the corner. Quincy then starts unloading kick after kick after kick into the abdomen of Jordan. Quincy then whips Jordan into the opposite turnbuckles and as soon as Jordan hit’s the buckles, Quincy has ran across the ring and nailed him with a pin-point dropkick to the jaw. Jordan staggers out of the corner and Quincy kicks Jordan in the gut and slams him into the mat with  a snap suplex. Quincy quickly gets to his feet and leaps to the top rope with his awesome leaping ability. Quincy comes off the top rope with a picture perfect swan dive head butt, nailing Jordan right in the collarbone. Quincy bounces right back to his feet and again leaps to the top rope. Quincy then comes off the top with a double foot stomp. Jordan sees this and rolls out of the way. Upon landing, Quincy does a forward roll and gets to his feet. As Quincy stands up, Jordan goes for a roundhouse kick with his right leg, but Quincy ducks, but Jordan follows it up with heel kick with his left leg, flooring Quincy. Jordan picks Quincy up and whips him into ropes. As Quincy comes back, Jordan floors him with a flying forearm, and immediately does a kip up. Jordan grabs Quincy and wraps him in a trapped three-quarters arm and face lock. With Quincy’s arms trapped, he searches for the ropes. Luckily for him, Jordan put the move on close to the ropes, so Quincy easily puts his foot on the bottom rope after inching backwards. Jordan breaks the hold as he picks Quincy up off the mat. As Quincy gathers his composure, Jordan takes a few steps back and goes for a hard hitting lariat, but Quincy ducks it and hits Jordan in the gut with a spinning kick to the gut, then follows it up with a swinging neck breaker. Quincy quickly picks Jordan up and drills him into the mat with a Twist of Fate! Quincy again, grabs Jordan and
positions himself behind Jordan. Quincy traps Jordan’s left arm at Jordan’s waist. Quincy then spins Jordan out and quickly pulls him in for a short arm, hard hitting lariat, but Jordan ducks it, and in the same motion, he grabs Quincy in a full nelson and drills him into the mat with the ATL Crusher.

Jordan: “Gotcha, man!”

Quincy sits up on the mat while holding the back of his head, looking dejected.

Quincy: “Shit, I thought I had you!”

“I knew you were going for that move, man. Once I got myself together, I knew how to reverse it.”

“How?? No one has reversed it before.”

“That’s because you never wrestled anyone like me!” Jordan says with a laugh.

Quincy shrugs his shoulders as Jordan helps him up off the mat. They step out of the ring and sit on the apron. They both grab towels and a bottles of water that were already there.

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“No! You don’t mean that!”

“I do, man! I can see it. You’ll be the next Purely Sexy…think about it!” Jordan puts his up in the air and dramatically says: “Quincy ‘Purely Sexy’ Moss! Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

Quincy nods in agreement and says: “It does. But I don’t want to be you, I want to be me. Trying to be you is too much pressure!”

“You can handle it, I have faith in you. You have the drive, the passion, the ability and the personality to succeed. You just need to put it all together and the sky is the limit.”

“We’ll see, man.” Quincy says as he hops off the apron.

“Let’s get ready to go out. I’m gonna show you around LA. Can’t believe you’ve never been here!”

“Unless you count LAX, no!”

Jordan laughs and says: “Not exactly!”

“Brooklyn, New Jersey and Japan are the only places I’ve ever been.”

“You’ll have to show me around Brooklyn sometime. I’ve only been there once since I moved to the city.”

“Sounds good. I’ll take you to Bed Stuy, Flatbush, Coney Island…”

“I don’t need you to take me to all the hood places.” Jordan says with a laugh.

“Coney Island is nice!”

“Where do you stay at now?”

“Williamsburg.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yep, I’m trying to get to Dyker Heights though! That’s where all the rich people live!”

“If you listen to me, you’ll own that bitch!” he says with a laugh as the scene fades out.

******


The scene opens up to the Estadio Brigido Iriarte in Carcas, Venezula with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s Climax Control. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and he crowd starts booing, with a few scatters of cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Underneath his duster, he has on a red “REVOLT” t-shirt. He has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and effortlessly jumps over the top rope. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and surveys the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. Jordan asks for the microphone and Justin Decent hands him one. Jordan gazes at the crowd who are now showering him with cheers. The fans are always conflicted with Jordan. Jordan takes a bow and the fans continue cheering for him.

Jordan: “The last time I was inside this weirdly shaped ring as a competitor, Team OJ won the Blast From the Past Tournament!”

The fans in arena start clapping.

“With that win, Odette earned a shot at the Bombshell’s Championship and I earned a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship!”

Again, the fans are clapping.

“There’s plenty of time to address the temporary champion, Spike Staggs. Right here, right now, I’m here to talk about my match with the almighty magic man himself, Gabriel!”

The fans cheer and clap at the sound of Gabriel’s name!

“It was you who was the loser at Blaze of Glory, when I pinned your shoulders to the mat after I destroyed you with Boma Ye. I know my attempt at magic didn’t go so hot in my promo, but I do have one trick that I’m great at: the Green Mist!”

The fans boo.

“You never know when its coming…you found that out yourself, Gabes. When you least expect it…”

Jordan quickly tilts his head back and spits out mist, to the fans delight!

“BOOM! Its in your eyes. You can’t do shit about it. I saw my opportunity with the referee’s back turned and sprayed you right in the face. Then next thing you know, I’m hugging and kissing my…err…your girlfriend, Odette in the middle of the ring, while we’re celebrating our victory!”

The fans give a mixed reaction to Jordan’s comments.

“Tonight, we’re going to settle this thing, once and for all, Gabes. I beat you one more time to show you that I’m better than you. Oh, and I’ll take Odette in the process! Its been a rough two months for ya, huh, Gabes? You faced your BFF, you’re losing your GF to her new BF, me, the old PS-who is 2G4U!!!”

Jordan lets out a laugh as does the rest of the crowd.

“I’m sorry, I had to keep the acronyms going!” he says with a smile. “But back to business. I wanted to touch on this subject real quick. You must be losing your touch Gabes. Your mind fuck of brining my ex wife, the lovely Vanessa Sambora-Williams to accompany you to the ring, backfired. Didn’t it? That stuff doesn’t phase me. It’ll take a whole host of deceptions and webs of chaos to beat me, Gabes. I may not be the smartest dude on the planet, but I am the best wrestler in the universe. It will take more than bringing my ex wife to distract me to beat me. Its that simple. I know the gears are always turning in that head of yours Gabes, so don’t psyche yourself out too much. Its just a wrestling match…a match that I will win! But just know this, this was never personal, Gabes. This was business. This is my grand finale Gabes: The Great Jordan will show the whole world, how to take a significant other!! It‘ll be okay, Gabes…I‘ll take great care of Odette!!!!”

Jordan drops the microphone as “Subconscious” hit’s the PA system again. Jordan walks around the ring playing to the crowd before climbing out of the ring and walking up the aisle as the scene fades out.




14
Supercard Archives / #lifeofarealsinner
« on: March 01, 2013, 09:58:31 PM »
 “They say that the Seven Deadly Sins are those transgressions fatal to spiritual progress. I’d like to respectfully disagree. I’ve stated before, I am all the sins wrapped in one body…I don’t need a group to represent that. I am the seven sins. Those are not fatal to my spiritual progress. Guess what? I’m doing just fine. God loves me just as much as I love him. I’m successful and I’m happy. You’ll see what it’s like to sin every single day of the week and still be happy. Let‘s start with my favorite…”

LUST


The scene opens up to a shot of Jordan’s apartment in the West Village in the early evening. The camera cuts to inside Jordan’s steamy bathroom where he is standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a light blue colored towel. Jordan takes his hand and wipes the steam covered mirror with his hand so he can see himself. Jordan looks deeply in the mirror before cracking a smile. He then grabs a can of shaving cream and sprays a medium sized amount of gel in his right hand and then starts applying the cream to his face. Jordan washes his hand of the cream and grabs his razor and begins shaving. After five minutes, Jordan finishes shaving and puts his razor back in its compartment. Jordan grabs a hand towel and wipes the excess cream off his face. He then grabs some aftershave and applies it to his face. He puts his hands in the sink and rinses his hands off. At the time he finishes, his phone on the counter starts vibrating. A smile comes across his face as he answers the phone.

“Shanice, how are you!?”

Jordan met Shanice at his surprise house warming party that Rob threw for him, without Jordan knowing a few weeks back.

“I’m doing great. I’m almost at your place.”

“Beautiful! George will let you up!”

“Sounds good!” she says with a giddy tone.

Jordan ends the call and walks out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He has his suit he will be wearing hanging on the door. Jordan grabs the suit down and returns to the bathroom. He begins to putting the suit on, one piece at a time. Before he zips up his pants, Jordan sprays cologne “downstairs” with a grin on his face. As Jordan puts his wife beater on, he puts on deodorant and then sprays his chest with cologne. Jordan finally finishes putting his suit on and he walks out of the bathroom back to his room to grab a pair of matching dress shoes. He walks out of the room and into the living room. Jordan starts straightening things up as Shanice is bringing dinner over to his apartment for them to eat and watch a movie.

Forty five minutes later, Shanice is at Jordan’s place. The two are sitting at Jordan’s kitchen eating Mongolian barbeque over a candle light.

Jordan: “How is it working for Rob?”

Shanice works for Jordan’s friend, Rob Anderson’s financial company.

“Once you get past his sexual innuendo’s, which I’m sure has to be illegal at this point in society, he’s not that bad of a boss, actually!”

“Rob making sex jokes? I’m shocked I tell ya! Shocked!” he says sarcastically as Shanice laughs.

“How is he as a friend?”

“Once you get past his sexual innuendo’s” he says as they both laugh. “He’s a great person though. I’ve known him since college and we’ve had some adventures. He’s so damn generous. Too generous in my book.”

“How so?” she asks.

“He will let me take his private jet anywhere. I’ve taken it to England, Japan…everywhere and he doesn’t care. A lot of the time, he comes along for the ride, but he just gases it up for me and off I go. That’s got to be really expensive. I’m well off, but not even I can afford a private jet, plus the fuel and upkeep.”

“Wow, that is nice.”

“Yeah, there are other things that make him a great friend, but his generosity is the biggest attribute.”

“He doesn’t seem like that bad of a person, he just always seems to make in appropriate comments.” she says.

“They’re harmless.”

“I know, but it takes a while to get used to, you know?” she says with a smile.

“Oh, I know! He hasn’t changed one bit since we were in college, let me tell ya!” he says with a laugh.

Shanice looks around at Jordan’s place then says: “You know, I loved what you did with the place! Last time I was here, it looked baron. Now it looks like it has some personality.”

“Thank you!” he says with a big grin. “I had an interior decorator come in and she added some pizzazz to the place. She suggest I get some art and hand them on the wall. I think it makes it pop!”

“Yes, I like them. Are you into art?”

“Pfft!” he says dismissively. “I only bought it because the lady suggested it. I dropped twenty grand for everything!”

“Oh wow!” she says kind of in a shocked tone. “I wouldn’t have spent that kind of money on it.”

“I’m stupid, Shanice!” he says with a laugh. “She said go to a specific place and pick out some pieces, I ended up liking more than a few pieces. I couldn’t help it, the lady was pretty and persuasive!!!”

“Weakness of yours, I suppose?”

Jordan slowly nods his head yes as he takes a sip of wine.

“So, how often are you here in New York?” she asks as she too takes a sip of wine.

“Not as often lately. I’ve been in LA a lot, because I frequent Las Vegas and Japan, so it’s a lot more convenient to stay in LA than New York. I come to New York when I want to get away.”

“That’s nice. I heard you were a pro wrestler.”

“Yep! I’ve kicked up my schedule a lot here lately. Back to full time between the thing in Vegas and Japan.”

“Ever see yourself winding down?”

Jordan nods his head yes, then says: “I can’t this up forever. My knees ache, along with a whole host of things that come from wear and tear, plus my age too.”

“I was going to say, doesn’t it make it harder for you to wrestle now that you’re older?”

“Yes, some days its harder than the other to get out of bed. This is what’s funny: after a hard grueling match-usually when I’m in Japan, I don’t feel really sore until day two. That’s when I can barely get out of bed. It’s almost paralyzing.”

Shanice gets a concerned look on her face and says: “Yikes! How do you manage?”

“I do yoga. I also have an ice tube in here and in my home in LA, so I can just relax in there and numb my muscles. It’s better than being a pill head.”

Jordan and Shanice continue the conversation for the next few minutes, before veering off into other topics while finishing up their dinner. About an hour and a half later, Jordan and Shanice are cuddled up on the couch watching Argo. Jordan has his arm wrapped around Shanice’s shoulder and he begins to rub it lightly. As Jordan continues to rub her soft skin, Shanice begins to get goose bumps. She lets out a light giggle as Jordan moves slowly up and down arm. Shanice starts rubbing his leg with her hand. Shanice looks up at Jordan and the two slowly move in for a kiss. The two begin to passionately start kissing each other. Each kiss gets deeper and more passionate. Jordan then lays Shanice on the couch and they continue kissing. Shanice begins to unbutton Jordan’s dress shirt without breaking the kiss. After she unbuttons his shirt, he pulls it off. Shanice sits up and pushes Jordan on his back and continues kissing him. She digs into his pants and pulls out the bottom of his tank top and peels it off. She starts kissing his neck and then makes her way down to his chiseled chest, then to his rock hard abs, that are so cut, cheese can be grated on them. She makes her way back up and they begin kissing again. Shanice takes her hand and puts her hand inside Jordan’s pants to cop a feel. She starts undoing Jordan’s pants. Jordan sits up to pull them off. Before he tosses them to the side, he grabs a Magnum XL condom out of his pocket, then lays Shanice on her back as the camera fades out.

A couple hours later, Jordan and Shanice have worked their way from the couch to the kitchen table to the wall in the hallway to finally in Jordan’s bed. Shanice is cuddled next to Jordan as he stares up at the ceiling. Jordan kisses her forehead as she snuggles closer.

Shanice: “I think I should get going. I’m going to pay for this tomorrow.”

“So you’re just going to up and leave me? Fine!” he says jokingly as Shanice laughs.

“That’s if I can even walk.”

“If you can walk, you’ll be walking with a damn limp…that part is guaranteed!!!” he says with a laugh.

Shanice laughs then says: “Yeah well, I don’t think I can feel my legs…”

Jordan immediately says: “Mission accomplished!”

Shanice playfully nudges Jordan as he again, kisses her on the forehead.

“Well, I’ll get you a cab.”

“Thanks!”

Jordan grabs his phone off the night stand and sends a text out.

“Done.”

“What’s done?” she asks.

“Your cab should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Since when do you send text messages to cab drivers?”

“I know this one personally, actually. He’s a huge fan and he told me that anytime I need a cab, just send him a message. His name is Tony, he’s a good guy. He’ll get you home safe.”

“Oh…okay. That’s nice. Well I guess I should get ready then, huh?”

Jordan nods his head yes, then says: “Or you can stay here and we can go for round two.” he says with a big grin.

“Oh lord no! I felt like I went fifteen rounds! You’re a beast! You’re the first person that ever made me…you know…”

“Squirt?”

Shanice slaps Jordan on the shoulder and says: “Ahhh! Don’t say that word!”

“What else would you call it?”

“Shush! I’m embarrassed enough!”

“I’m gonna have to get my carpet cleaned now!”

“SHUT UP!” she says as she slaps him on his abs.

Jordan burst out laughing as Shanice gets out of the bed and gathers her things. She heads to the bathroom to clean up as Jordan sits up in the bed. After a few minutes, Shanice emerges from the bathroom as Jordan gets up and heads into the bathroom as well. Shanice walks into the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water. Jordan walks out from the bathroom after a few moments with his phone in his hand.

“Tony is here.”

“Awe, well its time for me to go!” she says with a sad face.

“I told you, you’re more than welcomed to stay.”

“Rob will be pissed if I don’t show up tomorrow. We’re working on the quarterly’s.”

“Whatever that means, I’m sure it’s important!” he says with a laugh.

“Yes, pretty important.”

“Okay, well, I had fun tonight!”

“I hope we can do it again, soon!” she says as they walk towards his door.

“Will do, baby girl.”

Jordan opens the door and Shanice kisses Jordan one more time.

“See you later.” he says.

“Bye-bye!”

A few minutes later, Shanice gets in the cab and Tony turns to her and hands her a big bouquet of red and yellow roses with a card attached to it. Shanice grabs the card and reads it out loud.

“Shanice, thanks for a great time. Can’t wait to see you again- Jordan”

Shanice smiles as she grabs a rose and smells it as the scene fades out.

WRATH


The scene opens up at a shot of Jordan’s club in New Jersey- The Enigma. Inside, the staff is preparing for opening hours. Jordan is in his office with Max Sobotka, his accountant and now business partner. They’re going over the figures from the previous night.

Jordan: “Max, just tell me what the fuck all this shit means, man. This all might as well be in Chinese.”

“I’m trying to tell you what it means and you’re not getting what I’m saying.”

“Spell it out to me like I’m a child.”

“Boss, I’m explaining it in the most simplest way I possibly can.” he says innocently.

Jordan looks at Max and says: “Fuck it. You could be ripping me off big time and I’d never know it!”

Max looks at Jordan seriously and says: ‘On the soul of grandparents and my gerbil, Snowball, I would do not such thing!”

“I know you wouldn’t, you worship me too much.” he deadpans.

Before Max can respond, there is a knock at Jordan’s door. Jordan yells for the person to come in. The door swings open and its floor manager/head bartender, Stephanie.

“Stephie! Hey girl! What can I do for you!?” Jordan says.

“Nothing, I just wanted to know if we could talk!?” she says.

“Sure.”

Max buries his nose in the books as Jordan and Stephanie look at him.

“Oh…I guess its my cue to leave?” he says with a nervous laugh.

Jordan gives him a half smile as Max heads out of the office, but before he leaves, Jordan says: “Hey man, when you come back, bring me a something to drink.”

Max puffs out his chest and says: “Yes sir! What would you like!?”

“Anything with alcohol!”

“Roger that!” he says as he closes the door.

Stephanie laughs and says: “He really admires you.”

“Because he wants to be like me!” he says matter-of-factly.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, he does! How do you think we met? He came down to my wrestling school in Atlanta to train to be a wrestler. The thing is, he’s built like a doughboy, with no athleticism. But he had heart though. He never gave up. I didn’t want to crush the poor boy’s dream, so I gave him a job being my accountant.”

“Awe, that was nice of you!”

“If only they could give him the super soldier serum, he’d be the next big star in wrestling.”

Stephanie gets confused and says: “Super soldier serum?”

“Yeah, you don’t get that reference? Captain America?”

Stephanie shakes her head and says: “Who’s that?”

“Oh my god! Never mind!” he says as they both laugh. “What can I do for you Stephie?”

“Well, I haven’t seen you since New Year’s and I wanted to apologize.”

“Why?”

“You’re my boss, I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. Its just be gnawing at me, so I figured the next time I saw you, I would apologize.”

Jordan smirks and says: “It’s okay, Stephie. It’s really no big deal. It was just a kiss.”

“I just don’t things to be weird, you know? For my sake.”

“Water under the bridge, girl. Don’t even sweat it. I don’t look at you any different.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I enjoyed it actually. In fact, thanks for being there with me in that moment. I appreciate it.”

Stephanie smiles, then says: “Okay, well it’ll never happen again!”

“No worries, Stephie. So, anyone call in tonight?”

“No, all my girls are showing up.”

“Good! We should have a great turnout tonight, then.”

“Yes! No stress!”

Jordan laughs as Stephanie stands up, then says: “Well, let me finish getting the place ready!”

“Sounds good, girl! If you have any problems, let me know.”

“I will, Jordan!”

Stephanie turns to walk out of the office when a loud bang is heard.

Jordan stands up and says: “Who the fuck is that?” he says with a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know!!” Stephanie says with a mystified look on her face.

Stephanie opens the door and in walks Joey Sambora, Jordan’s soon to be ex-brother-in-law and two of his friends. They barge into Jordan’s office as Jordan tells Stephanie to leave.

“What the hell do you want, Joey? Didn’t you get the memo that you were fired?”

“Yeah, I got the memo, you jerk.”

“Well, if you’re looking for long term employment, I don’t have any openings. But tonight, you and your pals can wash windows and take out the garbage.” he says with a smirk.

“Fuck you, Jordan! I’m so sick and tired of you!”

“What else is new, Joey?”

“I heard all the shit that you put my sister through.”

“That’s none of your concern, Joey. I made mistakes and I’m paying for it, through the divorce.”

“I want my club back.” he says angrily.

“You think you and your fake ass Goodfellas are going to walk into my club and throw out a few insults and expect me to hand it back over? You really are stupid, Joey.

Jordan bought the club from Joey a few months back, so Joey didn’t have his club taken over by the local mafia.

“This is my fucking club, you prick!” Joey yells.

“Do me a favor, take your ‘wise guys’ (Jordan does the air quotations gesture) and get the fuck out of my club.”

“And if we don’t?” Joey says defiantly.

Jordan rolls his eyes and says: “Don’t get hurt, son. Please don’t. I’m not in a mood.”

“The only one who would get hurt his you, you bald headed geriatric fuck!”

“Compelling.” he says sarcastically. “Go, Joey.”

Joey gestures to his friend and each one start to out flank Jordan.

“This is the last warning, Joey. I already had to break some limbs earlier this week in Mexico. I don’t want to have to fuck you three up as well.”

Suddenly, Joey’s friends rush Jordan. Jordan reacts quickly by elbowing one in the orbital bone and punching the other in the nose, breaking it!

“You sure you want to do this!?”

“It’ll be my pleasure, asshole!” Joey says as he slams his leather jacket on ground.

Joey throws a big haymaker at Jordan, who easily blocks it. Jordan then slams Joey’s head into the desk two times, before twisting Joey’s arm behind his back. Joey lets out a yelp as Jordan continues to turn his arm.

“Okay! Okay! Stop! My fucking arm, bro!”

Jordan shakes his head in disgust and spins head butts Joey right in the nose. Joey crumbles into the ground and his friends scramble to pick him up.

“You want some more? I haven’t even broken a sweat you punk ass pussies!”

Joey’s nose is bleeding profusely as his friends carry him out of the office. Jordan sits down in his office chair and opens up his desk drawer. Jordan takes out a mirror to inspect his face. Jordan notices a few specks of blood and he immediately goes into the bathroom to wash his face off. Max comes into the office as Jordan comes out of the bathroom wiping his face with a towel.

Max unaware of the situation, says: “Sick, boss?”

“No, just cleaning off blood.”

The comment briefly slips by Max as he hands Jordan his drink, but then realizes what Jordan says.

“Blood!? Are you okay? Do you need to get to a hospital!? I’ll drive you myself!” he says in a panicked tone.

“Relax, Max. I’m fine, Joey decided to stop by and finally got what he was looking for.”

There is brief silence as Max tries to figure out what Jordan is saying, then says: “What was he looking for?”

“His ass to get kicked.”

“Oh!” he says as the light bulb goes off above his head.

“His friends too. Although, they took one hit from me and fell like a ton of bricks!” he says with a slight smile.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve helped!”

Jordan sneers and says: “I appreciate it, but I can handle those punks. Today was going so good and then they showed up and ruined it!”

“Sorry!” Max says with a sad face.

“What kinda drink is this, man?”

“Vodka and orange juice.” Max replies.

“Bring me something stronger.”

Max goes to grab the glass, but Jordan puts his hand on the glass to keep Max from taking it.

“I didn’t say I won’t drink this, just bring me another, more stronger drink…in fact, bring ”

“Oh, right! I’m sorry, boss!” he says as he quickly walks out of the room to fetch Jordan stiffer drink.

Jordan downs the screwdriver as the scene fades out.

GLUTTONY


The scene opens up inside the five star restaurant, Daniel on the Upper East Side. Jordan had met a woman while shopping earlier in the day at Nordstrom. She was helping Jordan pick out a tie and then one thing led to another and here they are, sitting inside the Daniel eating a pretty expensive meal and drinking a bunch of wine.

“How long have you been a manager at Nordstrom, Gale?” Jordan asks the fiery red haired woman across the table.

“About three years now. It took a while to get the position.”

“Somebody die or something?” he asks jokingly.

Gale laughs, then says: “No, the previous manager moved away and I got the job!” she says as she takes a bite of her Oven Baked Black Sea Bass with Syrah Sauce.

“Very nice.” he says as he uses a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living? Work on Wall Street?”

Jordan cracks a smile and says: “Ah! Furthest from it! I’m a professional wrestler by day and club owner at night!”

“Oh, that must be fun!”

“Yes it is! In case you’re wondering, I made a ton of money while the business was hot, so…you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ask about your finances.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Everyone wonders that, but at one point, there was a ton of money to be made in wrestling. The business has cooled off quite considerably the past ten years.”

“I see.”

The two continue talking for another good thirty minutes. They order another plate of food and more drinks.

“This food here is really good. I don’t usually eat stuff like this, but its really tasty.” Jordan says.

“Yeah, I heard about it in USA Today, I always wanted to eat here. I had no idea you would bring me here. I just mentioned it in passing.”

“It’s cool. I always like to try something new, so this is no big deal.”

“I can split the tab with you…in fact, I want to.”

“No, I can’t allow you to do that. I’ll pay, this won’t set me back or nothing!” he says with a laugh.

“You’re very nice.”

“No, I’m actually an asshole.” he says jokingly. “I’m just a man who doesn’t think a woman should pay.”

“Well, you seem like a gentleman to me. You’ve earned a few points in my book, if that matters.” she says with a little laugh.

“Thanks! I’m just being me!”

They go back to taking bites of their food and taking sips of wine.

“So where are you from?” Jordan asks.

“Originally, Wisconsin, but I’ve lived here for almost ten years now.”

Jordan stares off into space and says to himself: “The Sheboygan Incident…”

“Yeah, actually I didn’t live to far from Sheboygan.”

Memories start flooding Jordan’s mind of the infamous “Sheboygan Incident that he and Hot Stuff Mark Ward have dubbed a very dubious and promiscuous and wild night they experienced eleven years ago. Jordan then snaps back to reality.

“I’m sorry, but anytime I hear Wisconsin, I get these flashbacks of a wild and crazy night my friend and I had there.”

“Oh really? Sheboygan is just a small farming community. I can’t imagine what kind of fun you had there. If you count riding cows as wild and crazy?”

“It involved some of the craziest things like…” Jordan comes to his senses in mid sentence and decides not to continue. “Anyways it happened in an old farmhouse with all kinds of craziness.”

“Oh please do tell! Not very many exciting things happen in Wisconsin!”

“I’d rather not.” he says with a catatonic look on his face as memories of a one legged pirate, Goldilocks, a nun, a Gary Coleman impersonator, two greasy pigs, a bum, a fry cook, fuzzy handcuffs and other assorted goofiness bounces through his head.

“Whatever happened must have been really exciting!”

“You can say that…I guess.” he says with an uneasy look on his face.

Jordan and Gale go back to eating and then they move to the bar after their meal is complete. Gale is laughing uncontrollably as Jordan is telling her stories from the time Jordan and Hot Stuff were racing around the streets of Tokyo.

“It sounds like you guys had a blast!” she says.

“Yeah, but I don’t think Erik and Christian appreciated picking us up from jail the morning of our huge show!”

“I would think not!” she says with her drunken laugh. “Oh my god, I need to go home, I’m getting sloppy.” she says again with a uncontrollable laugh.

Jordan gestures to the his waitress to bring him the tab.

“I’ll get you a cab!” he says as he pulls out his phone to text Tony, the cab driver.

“Oh thank you! I don’t think I can text anyone the way I am.” she says with a snort!

Jordan laughs and says: “It’s my pleasure.”

The waitress brings Jordan the bill in a black folder. Jordan looks at the bill and pulls out his black American Express card. He hands it to the waitress and she walks off to pay for it.

“How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter, we had fun, right?”

“How much!”

“$6,104.32” he says nonchalantly.

Gale just gasps at the staggering amount.

“Don’t worry, its really no big deal.”

“To me it is!”

“Well, I think it was drinks that did it, actually. It can get expensive, quickly.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be! It was my treat!”

Jordan phone starts buzzing and he checks his phone.

“Oh, your cab is here already. He must’ve not be too far out.” Jordan says.

Gale stands up and finishes off her drink before gathering her purse. Jordan stands up and grabs her gently by the hand and leads her out of establishment so she doesn’t fall. As they get outside, Jordan spots the cab and opens the door for Gale. Before she gets in she kisses Jordan on the lips.

“Thank you so much for a great night! I really enjoyed myself” she says as she burps. She laughs again and says: “Oops!”

“It’s all good, baby. I got your number, I’ll give you a call sometime.”

“I would love that!”

“Goodnight, Gale!”

“Goodnight, handsome!”

Gale goes to sit in the cab, but bumps her head on the way in.

“Ooooouuuuccchh!” she says as she rubs her head.

Jordan and Tony look at each other and laugh while giving each other a knowing glance. Jordan turns to head back inside as Tony hands Gale a bouquet of red and yellow roses with a card attached to it.

Gail looks at the card and read its out loud: “Dear Gale, thanks for a good time! Hope we can do it again soon- Jordan.” she stares at the card and then says: “I think I want to marry him!” as the scene fades out.

GREED


The scene opens up to a private car auction in Glendale, California. Jordan is in town to bid on a rare 1972 Porsche 916. His father Lance is a huge vintage car nut and this was a car that Lance has always liked. Jordan thought he’d surprise his Dad for his birthday with this car if he can win the auction. Jordan walks around the rest of the show room that was invite only. Jordan got the hook up from “Irresistible” Paul Breland, who’s dad is a record company executive and fellow car enthusiast. Jordan sees new and old rare gems. Jordan’s eyes light up when he sees 2005 Maserati MC12. Jordan gawks at the car as he continues looking it over. Jordan notices that the auctions are happening at the same time and he grits his teeth. Jordan decides to head to the Porsche 916 and begin bidding.

Jordan looks at the group of people for the Porsche and there are only himself and two other people. A guy in a cowboy hat and a guy wearing a ball cap with his pony tail pulled through the part in the back. (Never trust a guy with a pony tail \'tongue.gif\') The guy in the cowboy hat walks up to Jordan and shakes his hand.

Cowboy: “I see you’re going to bid on this vehicle?”

Jordan: “Yes, I want to surprise my dad by it. He likes this car for some damn reason.”

“Well son, that’s because only 11 were produced and they were all considered pre-production, so needless to say they’re rare! Ha!” the cowboy says.

“Ah-ha! Gotcha. Well, may the best man win!”

“You betcha!” he says as he shoots Jordan a wink.

The auctioneer who looks like Yosemite Sam steps to the podium and begins.

“We have a beautiful 1972 Porsche 916 up for auction. Let’s say we cut to the chase and see who’ll win this bad boy!”

Jordan looks at the cowboy who gives Jordan the tip of the cap salute and Jordan nods at him, while the ponytail guy stands there with his sunglasses on  as if he’s playing poker, looking stoic. Each man has a card attached to a stick to hold up when they place a bid.

Auctioneer: “We’ll start off at $50,000! Do I hear 50,000!?” he says over enthusiastically.

The cowboy raises his card in the air.

“50! Do I hear 60!?”

Jordan raises his card in the air.

“Alright! We’re heating up here. 75!?”

The cowboy raises his card and Jordan shouts out $90,000. The cowboy peaks over at Jordan who has a big grin on his face.

“110!” the cowboy says.

“150!” Jordan replies.

“200!” The cowboy says.

“275!” Jordan immediately responds.

“325!” The cowboy says looking back at Jordan.

“375!” says Jordan.

The cowboy gets a little irritated and says: “400!”

The room goes silent.

“I hear 400, do I hear 420!?” the auctioneer says.

Dead silence again.

“400 going once…going…twice…”

Ponytail: “450!” he says as he finally breaks his silence.

Jordan looks at him as if he’s crazy.

“Do I hear 475!?” says the auctioneer.

“500, god damnit!” yells the cowboy!

With that, ponytail turns and walks off.

“Do I hear 525?”

Jordan has his hands on his hips and shakes his head. The cowboy looks back at Jordan with a smirk on his face.

“500-going once…going twice…so…”

Jordan cuts him off and says: “530!”

The cowboy takes his hat off and slams it on the ground and yells: “Sonuvabitch!” The cowboy storms off as Jordan watches him leave with a smile on his face.

“530-going once, going twice….sold! Congratulations young man!”

Jordan immediately bolts the auction and runs down to the auction for the Maserati that’s still in progress. The price is at 1.1 million. Jordan decides to himself that he won’t big until the end. The price gets to 1.4 million and the room goes silent.

Auctioneer: “1.4 going once…going twice…”

Jordan barks: “1.5!”

The room goes silent as a the last guy to bid gets visibly upset.

“1.5 going once…going twice…sold!”

Jordan fist pumps and screams: “FUCK YEAH!

Jordan walks around the show room fist pumping to himself as the scene fades.

*****


ENVY


The scene opens up to a shot of the Gold Casino where backstage, Jordan Williams and Nick Jones are watching promos from the previous week for Blaze of Glory. They are both also drinking a couple of shakes from a local diner.

Jordan: “Can you believe Matthew Kennedy thinks he is going to beat you?”

Nick: “You know, I can’t wrap my brain around the fact some talent less jobber can just outright demand stuff and he gets what he wants. Believe me, I’d rather be doing other things tonight then wrestling Kennedy.”

“Oh really, like?”

“Reclaiming my SCW Title-that I never should have lost!”

“Well get in line buddy, because I’m next in line for the title and I guarantee you, I will be the next SCW Champion.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll just beat you for it, how does that sound?”

“Nick, you beat me one time and all of a sudden, you think you can just beat me anytime we would step inside the ring?”

Nick goes silent for a minute then says: “…Um yeah? I’m the best dude. You’re…second best!”

Jordan rolls his eyes with a smile and says: “Whatever, man.”

“For the record, I pinned you twice.”

“That second one doesn’t count. I don’t count multi-person cluster fucks. It’s a rule!”

“Well, if it doesn’t count, how in the hell did I walk out the champ? You didn’t win, so that means you lost.”

“If we have a best of three or best of whatever…I bet I beat you.”

“Your best days are behind you, old man. You wouldn’t even win a match. We could go to best of 100 and I will win all of them.” he says with a laugh.

Jordan sips his shake and says: “You’re full of shit, my man!”

Odette Ryder’s promo pops up on the TV screen and Jordan adjusts his demeanor.

“Uh-oh, look at you! Your girlfriend is on the TV and you get serious!”

“She’s not my girlfriend, man. She’s my tag team partner.”

“Bullshit! My bullshit meter has been going off this whole time, man. I know you and Odette are up to something!”

Jordan smirks and says: “Just because we talk and…”

“Oh don’t pull that shit on me Jordan. You can’t say subliminal things to me. I know it when I see it. Look at you, you’re whole body language changes when you’re around her.”

“Well, she’s a great girl, what can I say?”

“Jordan, I graduated high school, okay? I don’t have a G.E.D. so  please don’t insult my intelligence.”

“There isn’t much to insult, Nick!” he says as Nick punches Jordan in the shoulder.

“Fuck you, I know you’re beating around the bush because of Gabriel…”

“What about Gabriel? Who is Gabriel to me other than the magic man? He’s no one special.”

“Speaking of which, you know he painted your face, right?”

“Of course, I know that! The whole god damn world knows it, yet he doesn’t want to admit it.”

“Well, with you, you never know. You’re a little slow on the uptake.”

“Yeah…well…I’ve had one too many concussions.” he says with his arms folded.

“Not to turn this into an episode of Oprah, but how do you really feel about Odette and what the hell is really going on?”

Jordan clears his throat and sits up in his chair, then says: “Alright man, I’ll say this: We’ve been growing closer and closer. We exchange late night texts and phone calls. She asked me to train her…”

“Oh, that’s exciting!” he says sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

“Do you want to know or not?”

“Please don’t mind me…continue.”

“Troll.”

Nick takes a sip of his shake as Jordan continues.

“I want to take her from Gabriel. He’s not treating her right. I see it. We all can see it. The things we talk about and the depth at which we talk about it, she’s definitely into me, as much as I’m into her. But yeah, its only a matter of time before Odette is rolling with me.”

“Why in the hell do you want to break them up?”

“I didn’t set out to do it, I just took a liking to her body first, personality second. But now, I love her personality and her outlook on things more than anything else. She’s the sweetest woman in the world and I’d treat her like she owns this world…not like someone who doesn’t matter, like Gabes. He would rather be with his teddy bear loving freak of a friend of his then his precious little girlfriend. So, I’ve been keeping her company while he’s been off to find himself and reflect on whatever the hell does. He likes to talk about being a mind fucker…he’s getting a dose of his own god damn medicine.” he says as he continues watching Odette’s promo.

“This is one fucked up situation man. But shit, go ahead and grab her, I need a new addition to my Entourage.”

“Fuck that man!” he says as they both laugh.

“Another thing, just another reason why this is my group. I join Twitter and guess who follows my lead? Ahem! You do!”

“I didn’t follow your lead. Mark has been bugging me to do it all this time, I never wanted to do it.”

“Right, until I did.”

“Well, I figured I’d make fun of you for joining it first.”

“Yeah, for what? Thirty second.”

“It wasn’t thirty seconds…more like thirty minutes!” he says as Nick laughs and checks his Twitter feed.

“Oh guess who just commented on Twitter?” Nick says.

“Who?”

“Tom!”

“Who?”

“Tom, he was in our group before Christian fired him or whatever.”

“So…that’s what happened to Tom?” Jordan says dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I was wondering why no one has been bringing the coffee and donuts anymore.” Jordan says with a smirk.

“Dude, that’s how I found out. The first day he was gone, I was like what the fuck!? Where are the coffee and donuts!?”

“And you didn’t care to share this information with me?”

“Well, I was hoping you would come to that conclusion yourself, Jordan!”

“Man, I don’t pay attention to anything around here if it doesn’t concern me.”

“Coffee and donuts didn’t concern you!?”

Jordan thinks for a minute and says: “Well…yeah…it did.”

THEN HOW THE HELL DID YOU MISS IT!?!?!?!?” Nick yells.

OKAY I GET THE GOD DAMN POINT!” Jordan yells. “So, I need to pay attention more!”

“A lot more!” Nick says as he finishes off his shake. “Now, go get the coffee and donuts.”

“No, you get them!” Jordan says

“You get them!”

“No, you get them!”

“No…you get them”

Suddenly Diana pokes her head and says: “Will you two please shut up! You’re giving me a headache! Sheesh!” then she quickly exits.

Nick whispers: “You go get ‘em.”

Jordan whispers back: “You get ‘em!”

Diana yells: “I can still hear you two!!!!”

Jordan and Nick start laughing as the scene fades out.

SLOTH


The scene opens up later that day at Jordan’s hotel room, not that far from the Gold Casino. Jordan is laying in the bed, sleeping. Jordan is awakened by the sound of his cell phone vibrating on the wooden drawer next to him. Jordan looks at his phone and see “Max Sobotka” (his accountant and business partner) calling. Jordan presses the end call button and then powers off his cell before heading back to sleep.

PRIDE


The scene opens up to the Gold Casino  in Las Vegas with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s Blaze of Glory super card. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and he crowd starts booing, with a few scatters of cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Underneath his duster, he has on a red “REVOLT” t-shirt. He has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and effortlessly jumps over the top rope. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and surveys the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. Jordan asks for the microphone and Justin Decent hands him one. Jordan gazes at the crowd who are now showering him with cheers. The fans are always conflicted with Jordan. Jordan takes a bow and the fans continue cheering for him.

“Before I dive into my thoughts for this evening, I want to know who the hell booked this sorry ass fucking building for this show?”

The fans start booing as Jordan just shakes them off.

“No seriously, how in the hell can I go to the top-fucking-rope and do High Fly Flow, when I damn near touch the ceiling when I stand on the top rope?”

The crowd continues booing Jordan.

“Christian or whoever books these fucking dilapidated, piece of shit buildings, next time you book a big event, how about you book a building where real men can wrestle. Not little midgets.”

The crowd starts clapping as they notice Jordan’s point.

“Anyways, before I jump into my match I wanted to comment on a few things first. I want to say that last week everyone who say Billy’s promo, saw that the Perfection Connection reunited!”

The fans burst into cheers and starts chanting “BRING IT BACK! BRING IT BACK!”

“I don’t know about that. That was a one time thing, in fact, I don’t know if I’ll see some of those guys again.”

The fans boo.

“I know, trust me, I’m with you. The guy I was most excited to see was Adam Rich!”

The fans start chanting: “ADAM-RICH” clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. “ADAM-RICH” clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.”

“I know! Adam was an amazing fucking talent. I watch him grow from a young pup into the World Heavyweight Champion. One of the best GCW Superstars of all time!”

The fans start clapping, showing their respect towards Adam.

“It was a great time to get the whole crew together, but we had one more chair to fill…Mark’s.”

The fans begin booing.

“It would’ve been nice to have the boys back in town, having a few drinks. All that was missing was the reunion taking place our old private jet: Air Sexy!”

The fans clap once again.

“If that jet could talk with all the shit that happened in there. The strippers…the strippers…the…oh, don’t mind me. But since I have Mark and Billy on my mind, I want to address their situation, hopefully for the last time.”

Jordan pauses as he walks around the ring.

“As I said, I hope this is the last time you two ever-ever wrestle each other. I feel like a little girl caught in the middle of a love triangle…”

Jordan notices what he was saying and quickly stops.

“See what happens when you do this off the top of you head? You say weird say and you don’t realize how stupid you sound until after you say it!”

He says as the crowd starts laughing.

“Bad analogy. But you get the point, They’re both really great friends of mine and I hate seeing this shit happen. But I know tonight will be the end of it, so I’m at peace with it. I know they’ll never wrestle against each other again, but what bothers me is that its Barbed Wire Massacre! One of the most sadistic matches ever invented in pro wrestling!”

The fans clap in agreement with what Jordan says.

“Mark knows what this can do to him, yet he wants to do this match. I don’t think Billy has ever been in a match like this before. So edge to Mark in that respect. He knows what it takes to beat someone in that type of environment. However, Billy is probably the smartest dude I’ve ever been in the ring with. We never wrestled each other, but as partners, we’ve been through plenty of wars and he has a doctorate of in ring psychology. So, it’ll be an interesting to see who wins. I usually watch matches from the back as a fan…this match will be different. I’m watching my two brothers fighting and I want to break it up, but I know its best to leave them alone and let them slug it out to finally determine who’s the better man…may God have mercy tonight!” he says solemnly.

The fans once more start clapping in agreement with Jordan as he acknowledges the crowd. Jordan then changes his demeanor to his usual boisterous self.

“Tick-tock. Tick-tock! The time is ticking away magic man! The sand passes through the hourglass. Slowly for you, I bet. Seeing how I know you don’t want to be in this match tonight against your girlfriend!” he says with a snicker.

“Odette and myself are ready. We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. Team OJ is prepared to win the Blast From the Past tournament like we set out to do from the beginning. Gabriel, Roxi…all you have to do is show up and we’ll do the rest!”

Jordan strokes his chin and continues.

“Gabriel, tonight you find out that I’m the better wrestler than you. You see, when I have able partners, I can beat you in a tag match. And if we ever do go one-on-one, you’ll see that I’m better than you in that. We all know that Jordan Williams…the GOD of professional wrestling is better than you. An immortal such as myself is too much for a puny little…and from what Odette tells me…I do mean little mortal-magic man such as yourself, Gabes! Tonight you and Roxi’s little comic book hero storyline comes to an end when you meet up against the best mixed tag team in the history of mixed tag team wrestling: Team OJ!!!!”

He says as outstretches his arms.

“Too much has been said back and forth. A lot of speculation as to Odette and my self’s relationship. Magic man, let me tell you, mind fucking isn’t fun when its your mind that’s being fucked with, huh? You’re too busy defending your NWA World Tag Team Championships than taking care of that precious, sexy, gorgeous little Aussie; Odette!”

The fans start chanting “RYDERNITES! RYDERNITES! RYDERNITES!”

“Yes, Rydernites, tonight you will bear witness to the most epic moment in mixed tag team wrestling when Team OJ take what is rightfully ours…”

Jordan pauses for a moment.

“Whatever the hell our prize is! YES!”

Jordan shoots a crowd a thumbs up before continuing.

“What happens when you merge the Rydernites and Marauder-gun…the two most powerful forces in the universe?”

Jordan pauses for moment, then says…

“Team OJ! The best there is! The best there was! And the best mixed tag team in professional wrestling history that ever will be!”

Jordan drops the microphone as “Subconscious” hit’s the PA system again. Jordan walks around the ring playing to the crowd before climbing out of the ring and walking up the aisle as the scene fades out.

“Now, you see I commit all the sins almost on a daily basis and I don’t hate myself and god still loves me. And since I‘m on Twitter now, I guess its appropriate to say: #lifeofasinner #lifeofagod”

15
Supercard Archives / The New Magic Man, Jordan The Great!
« on: February 23, 2013, 10:07:38 PM »
 “I know I’m the GOD of professional wrestling, but I never thought I could predict the future. Here we are at Blaze of Glory 2 and Team OJ are in the finals of the Blast from the Past tournament, as predicted here! Well, who am I kidding!? I’m not surprised that we’re here. Odette and I are the best team in this tournament. We function like a well oiled tag team. The rest of the teams are just…there. You know? Even the team we face in the finals: Roxi Johnson and Gabriel! The thing is, Roxi and Gabes are less dysfunctional then the other teams on their side of the bracket, so that’s why they made it this far. Not through team work, like Team OJ. O and myself took this tournament seriously and looked at it as an opportunity to add to our ever growing list of accomplishments. Everyone else? Some didn’t want to be here and some didn’t take it all that serious, hence the reason why their ass is doing something else! HA!”

“Let’s address the obvious situation. Gabriel, I’m teaming with your ‘girlfriend’! How does that make you feel? Does it fuck with your mind, mind fucker? I’ve seen your promos, this is all getting to you isn’t it? The fact that Odette and I actually have a connection, must be driving you insane! You see, Gabes, I’m here for her. Not just as a tag team partner, but as a friend. Some people are questioning whether or not our friendship runs deeper? That’s our business. But the word is, that you’re wondering the same thing. What’s the matter, a little insecure, magic man? I’ve listen to people assassinate my character, saying I’m a womanizer! Hey, the last I checked, they used me just as much I use them. But with Odette, its something different. It’s something special. You don’t treat a woman like her in a bad way, no! You treat her with love and care, something you’ve bumbled here the last few weeks. But guess what? Guess who’s there for her, Gabes? Me! Not you, me! HAHAHAHA!”

“Is this match too personal for you, magic man? Will this be the ultimate mind fuck of all? In back to back matches, facing your best friend and girlfriend. Have you taken on too much stress? Are you focused for this match? I know I am. I know Odette is. But are you? That’s the question Gabes. I’ve been in your position before, my wife was kidnapped and brainwashed, and then I had a match to defend my World Heavyweight Title and I was so consumed by the personal aspect, I didn’t prepare for the match like I usually do and I lost the match and the title to that bald headed, ‘Olympic Hero’ bastard! So, I hope you’re mentally ready for this match, Gabes. It’s not like your world is crashing down around you or anything”

****


“On the road again to Japan. This time I was in the EJPW office and I was doing a magazine interview and photo spread about animal cruelty. Which was totally cool! I’m 100% against animal cruelty and people who participate in those acts should be dealt with harshly. I got to take a bunch of great pictures with animals. I got to replicate the Michael Jackson ’Thriller’ album cover, but without the Geri curl! I wanted to take that baby tiger home, but then I remembered, it’s a tiger!! Haha! After that, I had another photo shoot with my stable called Marauder-gun. They’re made up of up and coming talents: Masato Ujriri, Minoru Suwama, Quincy Moss and junior heavyweight sensation, AKANE. I hand picked each guy, because I feel like they’re going to be the next superstars”

“Quincy is headed on an excursion to North America soon and I’m scouting potential places for him to work. I have high hopes for him, he’s only two years in, but he carries himself like a veteran and is a tireless worker. He loves the business and he’s shown flashes of brilliance.”

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Jordan: “For my first trick, I will attempt a feat, so daring that no one has tried it before! Yes, this may seem like an ordinary rabbit out the hat trick…but ah-hah! You see! My trick isn’t just one, but a handful of rabbits!”

Jordan looks around as the crowd “Ooooo’s and ahhhhhh’s.”

Jordan holds the hat high in the air and pulls it down to chest level before pulling out…four tiny stuffed rabbits! Jordan holds them up like he just performed the best trick in the world! The crowd bursts into laughter with a few scattered boos.

Jordan: “Are you not a believer? Maybe my next trick will defy your imaginations! When I make my lovely assistant, Janice disappear!”

A box is wheeled up onstage and Jordan opens it to see his assistant Janice hop out. The crowd applauds. Jordan takes Janice by the hand and twirls her around in a circle. Jordan then leads her back into the box. Janice has a huge smile on her face as Jordan closes the door. Jordan walks around the box slowly while making weird hand gestures. When Jordan reaches the front of the box again, he opens to the door with a big grin on his face and immediately takes a bow. However, the crowd begins laughing and booing when they see that Janice hasn’t disappeared. Janice is standing there with a look of angst on her face. Jordan wonders what the booing and laughing is for and he turns to see Janice still in the box.

“Oh, what the fuck!?!?!?” he says in a panic. “Some technical difficulties, ladies and gentlemen!”

Jordan starts scrambling around and closes the door on Janice again. Jordan again waves his hands in weird gesture.

“Presto!” he yells.

Jordan goes to open the box and Janice is still there! The fans again boo and laugh.

“Uh…yeah! She disappeared and reappeared before I opened the damn box!” he says while obviously trying to turn a bad situation into a good one. “Ah! But who wants to see such an archaic trick, when I. Jordan, The Great! Will perform a feat in which no man has done before! Not even the magic man, himself: Gabriel! I will submerge myself in a tank of water for thirty minutes!”

At this point, the crowd has turned on Jordan and starts booing!

“Skeptics, I see!? Well, I will turn you into believers as The Great Jordan will perform this most daring act!!!”

A eight foot tall tank of water is wheeled on stage as Jordan prepares for his newest trick. Jordan walks to the tank and begins a breathing regime. Jordan gets to a calm-relaxed state before signaling Janice over. Janice hands Jordan some goggles at the same time Jordan hands her the headset. Jordan again, goes into his over-the-top breathing regime. Jordan then walks behind the tank and climb the ladder onto the platform. Jordan squats down as he looks into the tank. Janice starts clapping her hands together and some of the crowd actually play along and clap too. Jordan nods his head and adjusts his goggles. Jordan then plunges into the water…and as soon as he touches the bottom, Jordan can be seen screaming and then Jordan shoots right back up the tank, like a torpedo missile and he grabs the platform to pull himself out.

COLD! COLD! GOD DAMN ITS COLD!

Jordan quickly gets off the platform and climbs down the ladder. Jordan power walks towards Janice, whom has a big blanket waiting for him, but as he’s halfway there, Jordan (who is still wearing his dress shoes, mind you) slips and falls on his backside! The crowd starts laughing as Janice rushes to Jordan’s aide and wraps the towel around him. She hands Jordan his headset and he puts it on.

“Ladies and Gentlemen…today, you witnessed The Great Jordan have a rare off day.”

Janice helps Jordan to his feet.

“However, I know your minds have been blown! Thank you and good night!”

Jordan takes a bow as Janice waves with the crowd booing ferociously. The scene fades out.

“One week from today, Team OJ takes that last step to winning the Blast From the Past Tournament. We were meant to win this tournament. And how ironic will it be when we win it by beating poor Gabes and Roxi Johnson. I bet when this tournament was announced, everyone thought how great would it be if Gabes and O got miraculously teamed together. Well, I think its safe to say that this was the best possible drawing for this tournament. The GOD of professional wrestling and the best bombshell in the world on one team. Not a flaw to our team…now at least. We’ve gotten over our bump in the road in the first match and now…we’re focused and determined. Odette is ready. I’m ready! We’re taking this prize home-whatever it may be.”

“Gabriel, my favorite magician. I tried my hand at it…it was child’s play. Okay, maybe not. But at Blaze of Glory my friend, this isn’t anything personal…its just business. You see, you’re taking it personal, I mean nothing by it. I’m just trying to win, but I have to admit, Odette and myself have gotten a close. Maybe a little too close to your liking. I didn’t know you were so sensitive,  Gabes! Don’t let that throw you off, because I want you at our best. Physically and mentally! I don’t hold a lot of people around here in high regard, but you’re one of them, Gabes. I truly admire your work, your skill. Its too bad you’re anchored down by those clowns you call the Seven Deadly Sins. You’re better than all of them…can’t you see that? Yet you’re just a baby sitter to a freak who likes to play with teddy bears. It’s all good, though Gabes. You concentrate more on your clowns and pay them more attention, instead of what’s at home. I’ll take care of that for you…someone has to.”

“Roxi Johnson. You’re a unique person, girl! The superhero of SCW! I’m starting up a squad of my own, its called Marauder-gun, we could use a trained assassin like you watching our backs. Jokes aside, Roxi. Odette’s going to do her thing and that’s neutralize you. I’m so confident that she will overwhelm you with her new array of moves and psychology that she’s been picking up from me. It’s almost unfair actually. But, I wish you well in your killings, but trust me, you will not walk away from Blaze of Glory with my…excuse me, our trophy.”

“Its all but a formality now…let us seize the day!!!”

16
Climax Control Archives / Memories of Days Gone By
« on: February 15, 2013, 05:13:00 PM »
 “I’ve been in pro wrestling for eighteen years. When you’re in it as long as I have, you tend to make enemies. You develop rivalries, some of them turn into blood feuds. My partner and great friend, Odette Ryder has reached that blood feud tipping point with Misty. I know it when I see it. You get to the point that its not about winning and losing-its about hurting your rival. After advancing into the semi finals of this Blast From the Past Tournament, I saw that we drew Misty and Thatcher Rex. When I saw that, I immediately got worried about Odette. Not that she can’t handle herself, because she can. But I know this thing with Misty is personal and its heated. I need to know if she’ll remain level headed enough in this match and focus on beating Misty-instead of hurting her.”

“Over the years, I’ve had my fair share of blood feuds. As you all know, I’m not the easiest person to get along with. My ego tends to rub people the wrong way. So, from the Ric Rottens, to the Apollyons to the Vincent Youngs, to the Triple Hs, to the Kurt Angles to the Logan Kaines to the Guy Grants, to the Apocs-they’ve all been blood rivals. I’ve hurt them, and they’ve hurt me and in some cases-my family. All this brings up old memories…”

“Take Vincent Young. A guy that I called a friend. But, somewhere along the lines, things went sour and it became personal fast. In GPW, we tried to kill each other. I remember he gave me his finisher called The Gunshot, a Brain Buster-from the apron to the concrete floor. He put me out of action for a while, but when I came back, I Dragon Suplexed him from a 14 foot tall ladder through a ladder that was bridged between the ring and the apron. That put him out of action, but not for long. Since that didn’t work, we had another match where we fell twenty feet off  scaffolding in the parking lot and we crashed into AND destroyed a car. It looked like a monster truck rolled over it. But that’s how much we hated each other. We were willing to end each other’s career. It blinded me, you wanna know how many matches were for a title? One! And it was the last match-a First Blood match. It wasn’t about titles, it wasn’t about money. It was war. It was personal.”

“Another example of this was Angle. This was the most emotionally charged feud I ever was apart of. Why? Because he kidnapped my then-wife. He kidnapped her, took her to Jamaica, to the same hotel we got married at, the same honeymoon suite we…well you know what I’m saying. He held her captive and brainwashed her. By the time I saw her in person, he brain washed her to the point that she attacked me with a chair, which led to Angle winning the match. I watched on the big screen while he kissed and caressed my own wife! But you know what? I came at him with a vengeance. Before I tell you what happened, what started out as just a simple one on one match, turned into a kidnapping and brainwashing. But, I got my revenge on Angle when I handcuffed both his hands to the Steel Cage in a crucifix position and destroyed him with chair shot-after chair shot-after chair shot. I took the pouring blood from his eye and wrote ‘DIE KURT, DIE’ on my chest. Eventually I got my wife back, but that feud wasn’t built on championship ambition…it was built off pure and unadulterated hatred.”

“Then there’s Apocalypse. When Billy James and I were GCW World Tag Team Champions, we ripped through every single team. Including my current stable partner, Tom Dudely and his bro Richy.  The team I remember the most is Blackout. Blackout was a tag team apart of a group called Vision Black that including now SCW Champion, Spike Staggs. Blackout was Apoc and Shaq Daddy. They were sick and sadistic and they knew how to get people’s attention. Well, Apoc got mine the day he hit my wife with his finisher and damn near broke her neck! Needless to say, we tried to tear each other apart. Eventually Billy and I put an end to Blackout, but at what costs? They tried to cripple my wife, they threw fire in Billy’s face. I got arrested for beating Apoc so bad, the cops came and I beat the cops too. We were World Tag Team Champions, but it wasn’t about the titles. They made it personal. They wanted our blood. They thought by taking us out of our elements by making it personal, it would effect us, but it didn’t. I saw Billy go to lengths I never thought he’d go to. We eventually broke their spirits and it ended of course with us still remaining World Tag Team Champions.”

“All of those guys I listed were like that, based off hatred. They weren’t centered on championships. Titles drive us to become the best that we can be. These blood feuds? They shape us as human beings. They test us-to see how far we will go. They test our physical and mental toughness. However, they can be blinding and it could be a detriment. So Odette, my lovely partner, as one of the first things I’ll teach you as I train you to become an even more unstoppable wrestler-Please be aware of what lies ahead of you with Misty, I’ve been down that road before and it won’t be a pretty ending.”

“Today I flew back home to Atlanta to visit my Dad in the hospital where he just had surgery. He asked me if I could bring Whiskers for him…and no, its not a cat! Whiskers is his code name for Whiskey. I know he shouldn’t have alcohol, but what the hell, the man just came out of surgery and I know he’ll be on edge.”

The scene opens up Emory University Hospital in Atlanta. On the fifth floor, Jordan is walking down the hallway with a big bouquet of flowers. Jordan reads the room numbers above the floor until he finds the one belonging to his Dad. Jordan does a courtesy knock and then walks into the room. Inside, Jordan is greeted by his Mom, Cheryl; his sister, Diamond; and his Dad, Earl. Jordan hugs and kisses his mom and sister and then goes to hand the flowers to his Dad, but he brushes them off. Jordan’s smile turns to brief disappointment.

Earl: “Boy don’t bring me no god damn flowers! I’m not a woman!”

“Dad, what’s wrong with flowers?” Jordan asks.

“They’re meant for women, not men!” he sternly says.

Earl is an old school type of fellow, a hardened Vietnam veteran, who obviously doesn’t appreciate flowers.

“You wanna give me something? Bring me cigars or Whiskers.”

Cheryl immediately interjects and says: “No, no Earl! You can not drink any of that Whiskey junk until you get discharged from the hospital!”

“I don’t give a damn, what they say! I need it! Or I will raise hell in here!!!”

Cheryl glares at Earl and says: “Like hell you will!” she says with her arms folded. Earl, not wanting the situation to escalate, says nothing. “Now, thank your son, for bringing you nice flowers!”

“Thanks, son. Now give them to your Mother. It’ll be my Valentine’s Day gift to her!”

Jordan gets a smirk on his face and just shakes his hand and gives Cheryl the flowers. Jordan sits down next to Diamond.

“So, you don’t know how to return phone calls, huh Jordan!?” Diamond says.

“What?” Jordan says with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Jordan. I’ve been trying to call and text you for the past week.”

“Oh, that was you?”

“Yes! How many Diamond’s do you know!?”

Jordan stops to think for a moment and says: “Well, there a few strippers I know by that name!”

“Exactly! I bet if I was one of those chicken heads you meet, you’d pick up the damn phone!”

“It‘s not my fault mama and daddy gave you a stripper‘s name!”

Diamond smacks Jordan upside the head as Cheryl says: “Boy, let me hear you say that again! I’ll make you pick out a switch!”

“I’m too old for that!”

“The hell you are! You’re still my son! I don’t care how old and how big you are, boy. If I need to knock some sense into you, I will!”

Earl: “We brought you into this world, we’ll take you out!”

Jordan looks at his family as they’re all glaring at him, then he says: “Damn there is nothing that can unite you guys more than to gang up on me!”

Diamond: “Jordan, we’re pissed at you!”

“What else is new?” Jordan says sarcastically.

“How things played out with you and Vanessa! She was good for you!”

“I know, but why you all up in my business anyways!?”

Cheryl: “Boy, you better listen to your sister!”

Diamond: “When are you going to learn to keep your dick in your pants?”

Earl starts laughing and says: “I know my baby didn’t just say that!?!?”

Jordan sighs and just shakes his head as his sister continues reading him the riot act over his divorce with Vanessa.

Jordan mumbles: “This is why your relationships don’t work out.”

“This isn’t about me, this is about you.” Diamond replies.

“Look Diamond, if you spent more time worrying about yourself and your relationships, maybe you wouldn’t be so hung up on mine.”

“I’m your big sister, I’m suppose to worry about you. It’s been drilled into me since we were kids. I always had to look out for you.”

“Well, you don’t have to anymore! I’m a grown man! I’m almost forty years old! Stop worrying about things that don’t concern you…shit! Let’s talk about Reggie.” Reggie (aka Hugh Jazz) is Jordan’s mentor and the guy who ran the day to day operations of Jordan’s wrestling school.

“What about Reggie?”

“Let’s talk about how you dropped him like he had the plague or something…”

Diamond’s eyes get full of rage and she says: “You got some fucking nerve, you know that!?”

“I thought so. So before you start questioning how I do things, look in the mirror. Reggie is a damn good guy. There aren’t many brothers on this planet like him, yet you couldn’t keep your legs closed, slut!”

As Jordan says that Diamond, stands up and starts slapping Jordan in the head. Cheryl comes over and gets in between them.

Cheryl: “Enough! We’re in a hospital. This isn’t a place for fighting!”

Jordan stands up and walks to the other side of the room and stares out of the window as Diamond storms out of the room.

Earl: “Jordan, you crossed the line with that comment, son.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” he yells.

Earl raises his voice and says: “Hey now! Just because I’m in this bed, don’t mean I won’t get outta it and kick your ass! I’m still your father! You don’t speak to me that way!”

Jordan clenches his fist and pounds the window seal. Cheryl walks up to Jordan and puts her hand on his back.

Jordan: “This is why I don’t come around too often, mama. Its always gang up on Jordan, when I come by.”

“Baby, because you’re always doing the wrong things. Jordan, you’re 38 years old and you still act like you’re in college. You had a great wife, a beautiful family and you threw it all away…and for what? Wrestling? Hoes? When are you going to give this crap up and become a man!?”

“I am a man, mama!”

“You are in stature and in age, but not in integrity and the way you act.”

Jordan turns to his mother with an angry look on his face.

“Son, you’re a handsome man…”

“He got it from me!” Earl says in a boastful fashion with a sheepish grin on his face. Jordan looks at Earl and can’t help but crack a little smile.

Cheryl grabs Jordan by the chin and looks him in the eye and says: “You’re charming. I see why women are attracted to you, but it takes a man to keep what he has at home and you lost that, son! Vanessa, them babies…MY grandbabies, they needed you to be a man. You let what’s in between your legs…”

Jordan bashfully says: “Come on, mama! I don’t need to hear that from you.”

Cheryl smiles and says: “Break up your marriage. All for something lasted a few minutes…”

“Uh, it lasted more than a few minutes. Maybe an hour and a half and that’s on a bad day!”

“You better make things right with you and Vanessa, you hear me?”

“Not everyone is built to be married like you and Dad are mom. You guys are the exception. Marriages fail everyday.”

“Not when you have someone like Vanessa. She’s exactly like me. She’s the rock, the foundation of the family. You need someone like her Jordan. Why can’t you see that?”

Jordan takes a deep breath as he leans up against the wall with his arms folded. He looks up at Cheryl with his eyes welling up. Jordan strokes his chin as Cheryl hugs him. “They deserve better than me, mama.”

“You can be a great father and husband, you were when you retired. Make things right, son.”

“What if I’m not a good person? Maybe this is who I am. Maybe I have horrible morals.”

“You don’t, your father and I didn’t raise you like that.”

“Maybe, I don’t like being a good person, ma. I feel comfortable doing what I do. When I was at home for those years, it drove me crazy. Now? I’m at peace…which is scary.”

Cheryl shakes her head as she looks away from Jordan. Jordan then kisses her on the cheek, then he walks over to Earl. Jordan digs into his pocket and hands Earl a flask.

“Take care, pop. Hope you feel better.”

“Listen to your Mother, Jordan. Think about what she said.”

Jordan nods his head slightly as he cracks a little smirk. Jordan kisses his dad on the forehead and walks out of the hospital room. Jordan walks to the end of the hallway and pushes the down button on the elevator. After a few moments, the elevator reaches his floor and as he walks in, Diamond is walking out. Jordan gets in the elevator as Diamond looks at him.

As the door closes, Jordan says: “Sorry.”

The scene fades out as Diamond shakes her head and walks off towards Earl’s room.

“Since I was in tow, I decided to hit up my old high school. My old track coach, Mr. Rawls is still there.”

The scene opens up to Westlake High School. Jordan is in the gym where Coach Rawls has his class doing stretches. Random kids and teachers start popping in the gym to get Jordan to sign their books and papers. Word went around the school real fast once people saw Jordan arrive. Jordan and Coach Rawls have a good laugh.

Coach Rawls: “If I knew you were going to be such a big shot, I would’ve had you date my daughter!”

Jordan laughs and says: “Come on, Coach, Leslie didn’t like me!”

“Pfft! Like hell, son! She practically begged me to date you! She never did that with anyone else before!”

“Oh great! If I had known that, I would’ve talked to her!”

They laugh as Coach Rawls instructs his class to break into teams for indoor kickball. Jordan and Coach Rawls continue talking for the duration of his class. Jordan even participates in the game. After the class, Jordan walks with Coach Rawls to the Teacher’s Lounge for lunch. Jordan walks in behind Coach Rawls and immediately stops in his tracks. Jordan recognizes one of the female teachers sitting at a table, reading a book. The teacher looks up and makes eye contact with Jordan and they both start staring at one another. Jordan gets a smitten look on his face, as does the lady teacher. Jordan makes at a nod at Coach Rawls who gives him the look of “I understand.” Jordan sits down at the table across from the lady and as a huge smile explodes onto both of their faces.

Jordan: “Oh my god, Monae…how you been!?”

“Great! How about yourself?” Monae replies with the smile still on her face.

“I’m doing great too. I didn’t know you were a teacher here!?”

Monae nods her head and adds: “Yeah, this is my first year here. I taught elementary school on the other side of town for a few years.”

“That’s great. You must be living the dream, right? I mean you talked about being a teacher since were in high school!”

“Yes, but you know, it has its ups and downs!” she says with a laugh.

Jordan and Monae were high school sweethearts, from tenth grade to twelve.

“That’s great to hear. Um wow…I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Well I see you everyday.” she says with a laugh.

“How?” he says with a perplexed look on his face.

“Well, you have the biggest picture in the alumni section in the trophy case! It’s as big as the wall itself! I walk by it everyday on my way to class!”

Jordan starts laughing, then says: “Oh yeah, I forgot about that picture!”

Jordan and Monae keep talking for the duration of her lunch period. Jordan walks her to her classroom as they two reminisce about the old days. Jordan and Monae agree to talk after school. For the rest of the day, Jordan poses for pictures and signing autographs and visit’s a place he knows all too well, the principle’s office.  

The scene opens up later on in the day after school as let out. Jordan is in Monae’s classroom sitting on her desk, while she sits in her chair.

Jordan: “Man, this place hasn’t changed much.”

“No, it hasn’t really. Our name is still carved into that brick outside.”

“J&M Forever” Jordan says with a smile.

Monae nods her head and stares off as if what Jordan just said took her back in time to the day in which they carved it.

“We didn’t last forever, but apparently that carving will.” she says.

“We should’ve.”

“It wouldn’t had worked, you know that.”

“How come?”

“You went to Florida State, I went to Georgia Tech. Besides, don’t think I didn’t know about Amber.”

“Amber, what about…” suddenly the memories come flooding back to Jordan and he continues: “Oh…Amber…you knew about that?”

“Mmm Hmm.”

“How?”

“We were on the Cross Country team together and I overheard her telling the rest of the girls.”

“No wonder she showed up one day with a black eye.”

“Yup.” she says with a big grin.

“She told me she got hit with a soccer ball.”

“Let me tell you something honey, that wasn’t no soccer ball…that was my fist in her face!”

Jordan starts laughing when suddenly a little boy comes running into Monae’s classroom.

“Isn’t he a little too young to be in high school!?” he asks.

“That’s my son, silly!”

“Oh!” he says in a somewhat deflated tone.

“Mommy, who is this!?” the little boy asks.

“This is Mommy’s old friend, Mister Jordan. Jordan, this is my son, DeSean.”

Jordan extends his hand out and DeSean high fives Jordan.

“How you doing, little man?”

“Good!”

“You have any homework?” Monae asks.

DeSean nods his head yes.

“Well, grab a desk and get busy.”

“Yes ma’am!” he says innocently.

“Cute kid.”

“Yeah, he looks just like his daddy!” she says with a smile.

“I had no idea you were married.”

“Duh! Silly! You didn’t see my name plate?” she says while pointing to the name plate that reads “Mrs. Jackson-Raymond.”

Jordan scratches his head and says: “Didn’t notice it!” he says with a laugh.

“You never did notice the details, did you?”

Jordan smirks and says: “Hmm…guess not. So, do the kids call you Mrs. Jackson or Mrs. Raymond?”

“Mrs. Jackson-Raymond.”

“That’s too much work!” he says as they both laugh.

“It was weird at first, but I got used to it.”

“Well, I’ma get going here. It was really nice seeing you Monae!”

Jordan gets up, as does Monae and she follows him outside the class. Monae folds her arms as Jordan has his hands on his hips.

Jordan says softly: “I’m glad you found happiness, Monae. I dunno, I guess I always thought we could always pick up where we left off.”

“I did too, but once I got married, I gave up on that hope.”

Jordan drops his head and says: “I guess I have a knack for letting go of great people.”

“If it was meant to be, it would’ve happened by now.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Well, I wish you the best, Monae. I really do.”

“I wish you well, too boo-bear.” she says as they both let out a small giggle.

Jordan hugs Monae and turns to walk off as tears begin to well up in Monae’s eyes.

The scene fades in a few hours later back at the hospital, this time in the parking lot. Jordan was summoned back to the hospital by his sister, Diamond. Jordan and Diamond are leaning up his rental Range Rover.

Diamond starts off by saying: “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. But you know I’m right.”

Jordan looks at Diamond and shakes his head in disgust, then says: “Do you have any moment of shame with anything?”

Diamond looks around, then says: “No.”

“Must be nice.” he says sarcastically.

Diamond playfully punches Jordan on his shoulder.

“So, I seen Monae at Westlake, today.” Jordan says.

“Oh no, Jordan. Tell me you didn’t…”

“No, I didn’t. I found out she was married.”

“Has that ever stopped you?”

“Will you just fucking listen, D? God damn!”

“I’m listening.”

“She’s not just married, she has a family. A little boy. She looks so happy.”

“Great. I’m glad to hear that.”

“Sometimes I’ll think about what could’ve happened with her.”

“Its natural to wonder that, when things don’t end terribly.”

Jordan stands there with a slight smile on his face with his hands in his pocket, thinking about a possible life with Monae.

“But, you had a great life with Vanessa, but you…you, you became you again.”

Jordan keeps smiling and ignores Diamond as he keeps thinking about Monae.

“So, how’s Dad doing?” Jordan asks.

“Not good.”

“What!?” Jordan says with a worried look on his face.

“Mom took his flask that you gave him and he’s been throwing a fit ever since then.” she says with a laugh.

Jordan cracks and smile and says: “Well, you would think the old man would hide it better.”

“The nurse smelled it on his breath and then they went searching for it and found it underneath him. It was pretty funny.”

“Poor man. Let him have his damn Whiskey!” he says in a sympathetic tone.

“I know, right!”

“Well, I’ma get going. Have to be in Carson City tomorrow.”

“Okay, baby brother. Make that money.”

Diamond hugs Jordan as he kisses her on the forehead.

“Tell Mama I love her and tell Dad that when he gets out, we’ll go to the VFW and we’ll drink all night long.”

“He’d love that…Mom, not so much!”

Jordan laughs as he opens the door to his Range Rover and starts it up. Diamond waves at him as he starts to pull out of the parking lot. Jordan returns the wave and drives off as the scene fades out.

*********


The scene opens up backstage at the Boys and Girls Club in Carson City, Nevada where Jordan Williams and Hot Stuff Mark Ward are getting some food at catering. They gather some healthy foods on their plates and grab bottles of water and they have a seat at table.

“I’m telling you bro, you need to get in the ring and start training. Billy’s looking sharp.”

HS nods and says: “We’ll get a session or two in before the match.”

“Killer sessions, bro. Billy isn’t fucking around. We need to crank out marathon sessions.”

HS: “Gotcha bro. I don’t take this lightly.”

“I know you don’t but since this stupid match is going to take place…”

“You’re damn right it’s stupid. It shouldn’t be happening. Billy shouldn’t even be on the roster.”

“Not just that, we should all be hanging out like we used to man. Billy should be apart of Supremacy too. Can you imagine that? Me, you, Billy, Nick and Tom? That’s the greatest stable ever!”

“We don’t live in fairy tale land, bro. I’m going to enjoy kicking his arse, again.”

Jordan shakes his head as he takes a bite of his chef salad he had prepared.

“I don’t like this one bit, bro!”

“I know, but there isn’t anything you can do to stop it. I’m going to destroy Billy once and for all and finally get him out of my hair for good.”

Jordan wouldn’t normally let fighting between friends bother him, because he knows they’re all egomaniacs and testosterone driven, so it’s bound to happen. Jordan’s problem with the situation is because it’s carried on for far too long. He’s genuine friends with both of them and it gnaws at him that they can’t find a resolution to their problems.

“So, how’s things with your new girlfriend?” Hot Stuff asks playfully.

“Why do you and Nick tease me about that?” he says with a boyish smile.

“You got me thinking that there is something more to this than you guys being tag team partners, bro. Spill your guts!”

“Bro, come on, it’s nothing!”

“There’s something going on, because you always volunteer information! I normally don’t have to pull your leg to get you to tell me. So I know you like her.”

Jordan looks away from HS with a smirk on his face.

“Look at you bro, if this was poker, we would know where you stand. Its oozing from your body language. You’re in deep with her, huh? I’m your best friend in the whole world. If you can’t tell me, then who can you tell?”

“She’s a good girl, bro. She’s a friend and a tag team partner.”

“Don’t give me that!” HS says with a smile on his face.

“I don’t kiss and tell!” he says innocently.

“Oh bullocks!”

“Well, I’ll tell you what I have planned tonight.”

“I’m all ears, bro! I love this little soap opera!”

Jordan pulls his chair next to HS and starts speaking in a low volume, telling HS his ideas as the scene fades out.

The scene opens up to the Boys and Girls Club in Carson City, Nevada with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s Climax Control. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and the fans stand up in eager anticipation to see who is coming out. The crowd starts booing, with a few scatters of cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Underneath his duster, he has on a black “Bad Street USA” t-shirt. He has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and effortlessly jumps over the top rope. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and surveys the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. Jordan asks for the microphone and Justin Decent hands him one. Jordan gazes at the crowd who are now showering him with cheers. The fans are always conflicted with Jordan. Jordan takes a bow and the fans continue cheering for him.

“Before I get to tonight’s match against Misty and Thatcher Rex, I have to address the incident last week on Climax Control when I was savagely attacked…” Jordan looks around the arena as they boo. “Yes, savagely, because some idiot cut the lights out and then when they came back on, my face was painted…like a clown”

The fans in the arena start laughing and cheering. Jordan glares at the crowd and just rolls his eyes.

“Haha, real funny. I know who is behind it…Gabriel!”

The fans erupt at the mention of one half of the NWA World Tag Team Champions!

“You see, magic man…you can’t handle it, huh? You can’t handle the fact that Odette and I are hitting it off! Yeah, our first match as partners wasn‘t smooth, it was a bit rough, but since then, we’ve been a well oiled machine!”

“You see her jump into my arms, which was a total spontaneous thing, and you decide that play around like this is your own personal magic show. I can’t prove it was you, but let’s face it. You’re the only circus freak around here, so all the evidence is pointing towards you. I ignore your little jabs at me in your promos, but rest assure Gabes, if you want to take it down this road, I‘ll be more than happy to oblige you. You won’t like what happens at the end. While, I do admire your in ring skills, you have left a lot to be desired when it comes to your little magic tricks and how you treat a lady. Keep it up and I’ll perform a magic trick of my own…turning your girl, Odette into my girl….or did I already do that?”

Jordan shoots the camera a wink with an evil grin on his face.

“Onto the task at hand. Misty and Thatcher Rex. Besides Odette Ryder, Misty, you’re the best female wrestler in the company. You’re a wicked little devil…and I like that. You move to the beat of your own drum and I can dig it. However, if you think Rex and yourself are going to beat us, you have another thing coming. You don’t even like your partner, there is NO way you’ll beat Team OJ! Even if you two were united, you still couldn’t beat us…divided? We’re unbeatable!”

“Thatcher Rex, I don’t have anything really negative to say about you. I’ve watched you and you have the potential to be something really great. You just need the right guidance and you’ll be alright. However, you’re stepping into the ring with the man, the myth, the legend…THE GOD of professional wrestling, Jordan Williams!” he yells. “You’re the Tyrant King, as I’ve proved to Kain-the self proclaimed King of Kings; what’s a King to a God? Kings will never be as powerful as a God. You will see that first hand tonight when we step in that stupid six sided ring. Kings get toppled all the time, but Gods live forever! I am immortal!”

The fans boo at Jordan’s self indulging, over the top nature of his comments.

“Rex, you can do two things about the outcome of this match. It will either force you to get better or you it will crush your spirits. I tend to do that to people. I will either bring the best out of them or I will absolutely destroy them. Where will you go from here? You can’t beat me, its just not possible. I applaud the fact that you two somehow made it this far with your fractured team, but the fun stops here. Odette Ryder and myself are a team of destiny! There is no doubt in my mind that we will win this tournament! They might as well etch our name on that trophy now!”

Jordan drops the microphone as “Subconscious” plays again. Jordan walks around the ring playing to the crowd, before exiting the ring.  Jordan walks up the aisle with the fans showering him with boos and a few sprinkles of cheers as the scene fades out.

17
Climax Control Archives / Parking Lot Brawls & Intense Games
« on: February 08, 2013, 07:34:04 PM »
 “My schedule has been jam packed here lately. My schedule in Japan has been ramped up to full time, along with SCW. I’ve also been contacted to work huge independent shows across the country. Part of me being the champion in Japan, I picked up Power Matsuzaka’s title defense schedule, which included a trip to Mexico, which I haven’t been to in ages. Jin ended up staying booked on the tour of Mexico as well, so it was nice to have a friend on the tour as well. All four shows on the loop, I was booked against a masked guy (I know, shocking huh?) El Salvator. I had forgotten that there were great, passionate fans in Mexico.”

The scene opens up to the legendary Arena Mexico on the last night of the tour. Jordan and El Salvator have been wrestling an excellent back and forth match for the past twenty five minutes. With El Salvator on the arena floor, Jordan is in the ring waiting for Salvator to get to his feet. As he does, Jordan does a springboard into a corkscrew splash, crushing Salvator! The fans are going bonkers as Jordan pops up playing to the crowd! With Jordan being in Mexico, Jordan is showing off his old repertoire of high flying moves. Jordan picks up Salvator and rolls him into the ring. Jordan plays to the crowd before climbing onto the apron. As he goes to the get into the ring, his showboating helped Salvator get a second wind and he nails Jordan with a dropkick as Jordan enters back into the ring. Salvator grabs Jordan and goes to whip him into the ropes, but Jordan reverses it. Salvator does a handspring elbow (ala Tajiri), knocking Jordan into the mat. Salvator immediately gets up and grabs Jordan in a La Magistrol cradle, only getting a two count. Both men get to their feet, Salvator connects with a knife edge chop, but Jordan shakes it off and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Salvator ducks it, but Jordan keeps his leg swinging with Salvator doubled over and nails Salvator with the roundhouse kick on the rebound! Jordan goes for the cover, but Salvator kicks out at two! Jordan complains to the referee that it was a three count instead of two. Jordan goes to pick Salvator up, but he nails Jordan in the gut with a shoulder block. With Jordan doubled over, Salvator runs and bounces off the ropes, as he comes back he does a beautiful  tilt a whirl head scissors. Both men quickly get to their feet and Salvator goes for his move-a tilt a whirl head scissors into a Diamond Cutter, but as he gets to the Cutter part, Jordan pushes him into the canvas. As Salvator goes to get up, Jordan nails him in the jaw with the Boma Ye, knocking Salvator out cold! Jordan goes for the cover and gets the win!

“Since I was due in Nevada in a couple of days, I decided to fly back to Los Angeles. I’ve spent more times in my LA home than my New York home. The next day, I get a call from Rob, saying he’s in LA and he has our friends, Ken Hoyt and Rick Meadows with him and that we should all go out for drinks. I know how this night will end, but I agree to go anyways.”

The scene opens up to a shot of Seven Grand whiskey bar in downtown Los Angeles. The camera cuts to a shot of Jordan Williams, Rob Anderson, Rick Meadows and Ken Hoyt sitting at the bar, drinking and talking. All four are quite a few drinks in. (Quick rundown: Rob is Jordan’s billionaire friend, Ken is a hippy who travels around the country in his pick up truck and Rick is the resident asshole. All three have wrestled or currently wrestle.)

Rick: “Jordan, did we tell you what Ken did today?”

Jordan: “Let me guess, he made you guys pick up hitchhikers?”

Rick: “Worse! He bought tacos from a taco stand on the side of the freeway while we were stuck in traffic!”

Rob shakes his head while laughing. All Ken can do is take a shot of whiskey and shrug his shoulders.

Jordan: “Ken, what the hell were you thinking!?”

Ken: “I was hungry! We’d been stuck in traffic for about an hour.”

Jordan: “Ken, you’re  a grown ass man, you could’ve waited!”

Ken: “Nope, I hadn’t ate all day. You know that feeling you have when you’re so starved that unless you get food in your stomach right there and then, you’re going to kill over?”

Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “Well…I can understand to a degree, but a taco stand off the freeway!?”

Rob: “Trust me, he paid for it!”

Rick: “Let’s just say he had a case of mud butt when we got to the bungalow!”

Rob, Rick and Jordan laugh out loud as Ken tries not to laugh.

Ken: “What about that time in Japan, Rick?”

Rick: “What about it?”

Ken: “The time you didn’t make it to the toilet and went in your pants after you ate bad Sushi!”

Rick lunges at Ken, but Rob, who is sitting between them, holds him back!

Rob: “Now come on, remember when we bust balls, no hard feelings and no fighting!”

Jordan stares at Rick then says: “You nasty mother fucker!”

Rick pushes Jordan in the shoulder as Jordan laughs. They continue busting each other balls for the next couple of hours.

The scene fades in to the parking lot of Seven Grand, where the four men are about to get in their car and leave. Rob and Jordan are walking in front, while Ken and Rick are walking behind them. Rob stops in his tracks out of the blue, a drunken Rob hauls off and chops Ken right across the chest with a hard knife edged chop!

Rob yells out his signature catch phrase: “GOOD GAWD!”

All four stop and stare at each other. Jordan rolls his eyes.

Jordan: “Oh no! Not this again! I’m too drunk and I’m too tired!”

Rick: “Rob, Rob, Rob!” he says with a smirk.

Rob: “Come on! Even Flow versus Intelligencia!” What Rob is referring to is Even Flow is the name of Rick and Ken’s long time tag team name and a name he threw out for himself and Jordan.

Jordan: “Every time we do this, our name changes. We need to stick with a name!”

Ken: “Rules as always; no attacking the knees and no submission moves.”

The four drunkenly nod at each other and they suddenly begin wrestling each other in the parking lot of Seven Grand! Jordan and Rick are exchanging chops as are Ken and Rob! Rob nails Ken with consecutive chops, forcing Ken up against the grill of a pick up truck. Rob backs up and goes for a Stinger Splash, but Ken moves out of the way and Rob goes crashing into the truck! Rob turns around holding his chest and Ken floors him with a Yakuza kick! Rick has Jordan pinned up against a Dodge Charger. Rick goes for a spear, but Jordan sidesteps him and Rick goes crashing into the headlights of the Charger, shattering the lights! Jordan stumbles to Ken and grabs him by both arms. Rob, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth,  gets to his feet and he rips Ken’s shirt down the front.

Ken: “Rob! You prick! This shirt cost $300!”

Rob ignores him and starts chopping Ken across his chiseled, bare chest! A bloodied Rick comes to his rescue as Rob is rearing back for another chop, but Rick grabs his arm and tosses Rob into a near by fence! Rick and Ken then double team body slam Jordan on the ground. At the same time Jordan hit’s the ground, the sound of glass breaking can be heard! Jordan lets out a primal scream!

Jordan: Aaahhh! You slammed me on glass bottle, you jerks!”

Jordan holds his backside as Rick and Ken check on him.

Rick: “Sorry bro, we didn’t see that!”

Ken: “Yeah man, sorry!”

Suddenly, Rick and Ken let out a collective groan as they hold their groin area…Rob had snuck up behind them and hit them with simultaneous low blows! Rick and Ken fall over, as Rob-the master of the low blows is on his knees with a huge grin on his face.

Rob: “We win, fuckers! GOOD GAWD!” Rob then realizes Jordan laying on the ground and says: “What the hell happened? You fall on a rock?”

Jordan: “No! They slammed me on a glass bottle! My ass is hurting!”

Rob starts laughing as the scene fades out with all four on the pavement in the parking lot with ripped and dirty clothes nursing their various injuries.

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The scene opens up inside Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s office. Inside, we see Hot Stuff and Jordan sitting across a table. The camera gets a close up of Mark’s face, who has an intense look on his face. The camera cuts to Jordan’s face who also has an intense look on his face. Jordan glances up at Mark and Mark just shakes his head. Whatever Jordan did, brought a slight smile to his face. Mark studies the situation, then looks at Jordan with a smirk on his face. Jordan buries his head in hands. Mark raises his arms and says

“Connect Four, baldie!”

“To hell with this game!” he says as he slaps the Connect Four set off the table!

“Why do you always get mad when I beat you, bro?” he asks curiously.

“Because I’m ultra competitive and you fucking cheat!”

“Cheat? How can I cheat in Connect Four?”

Searching for an answer, Jordan replies with: “…Because!”

Hot Stuff busts out into laughter as Jordan shakes his head.

“Fuck you, bro!” he says jokingly.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me, because you lost…AGAIN!”

“Man, I’m tired, I can’t concentrate!”

“Excuses, bro! You’re always good for one!”

“Yeah, let’s break out some Battleship or Tic Tac Toe, bet I’d beat you then!”

“Sure, sure!” HS says sarcastically.

“Better yet, let’s get some cards and two more people and we can play Spades!”

“That’s a game you’d probably beat me in!”

“We’ll set up a game sometime. I only play for big stakes!”

“Shit, name the price, bro.”

“Fifty grand!”

“That’s it?”

“You don’t want to put your ownership stake of SCW on the line, do you? Because I’d put everything I own up against that!”

“I’m not that stupid” HS says with a laugh. “But when you’re done, you’ll have a management position here, guaranteed.”

“I dunno bro, I’m not the business type.”

“You ran your wrestling school, right?”

“Yeah.”

“The school was class. Very top notch. I mean, look how I turned out?”

“I did good, huh?” he says with a toothy grin.

“Well, I did most of the work. All you did was point me in the right direction!”

Jordan laughs then says: “Here we go again!”

“So, what’s up with you and Odette?”

Jordan smirks a bit and says: “You know, you know!”

“You know she’s with Gabriel, right?”

“I don’t care. He isn’t treating her right, bro!…Among other things!”

Hot Stuff laughs and says: “Not even I would bark up that tree. Gabriel is…”

“Pfft!” he says dismissively. “I’m not even worried about him! Magic man isn’t going to do anything!”

“If you pull this one off, I’ll bow down to you!” HS says as Jordan smiles.

Suddenly, the door to Mark’s office pops open. Jordan and HS turn their attention to see who is it, and immediately go back to talking when they see Nick Jones, Diana Roberts and the Entourage walk in.

Nick notices the Connect Four set scattered on the floor and casually says: “Jordan lose again?”

Without missing a beat, HS responds with a profound: “You know it, yank!”

Nick shrugs his shoulders as he sits behind Mark’s desk in Mark’s plush chair.

“Jordan, you have to be the worse board game player of all time!” he says matter-of-factly.

“No I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No I’m not!”

HS chimes and says: “Yes, you are, bro! Even Big B beat you in Chutes and Ladders!”

Jordan thinks for a moment, then says: “Yeah…well…I turned around and beat him in Hungry, Hungry Hippo!” he says with his nose turned up in the air.

Nick: “That’s the only game I’ve seen you win, actually.”

Jordan: “I’m a pretty good at Monopoly!”

“Are you kidding, we owned you in Monopoly, right Mark?”

“That’s right, bro. You only had the Utilities.”

“Hey, its not my fault you fuckers got the best properties! Bad luck!”

“You just suck, man!” Nick says with a laugh.

“Its funny though, if I recall correctly, Diana won. Not you two!”

The room goes silent for moment as Diana looks on with a smile on her face.

“She beat us all, huh Diana?”

“What can I say? When it was said and done, I owned ALL of you!” she says.

“Okay babe, for the record I let you win!”

“Don’t even, Nick!”

Nick raises his eyebrows and says: “You’re right, you kicked our asses fair and square.”

“I’ll tell you what, let’s get some Spades going up in here and let’s see who wins then!” Jordan says defensively.

“I knew you’d say that! I‘m talking about games of skill! Candyland! Sorry! Mouse Trap!”

Jordan adds: “Go Fish!”

“Go Fish is for preschoolers!”

“Nick, when you break it all down, we’re some grown ass men playing preschooler games!”

Nick thinks for a moment, then offers this rebuttal: “I beg to differ about Monopoly! I doubt a four year old can clean house in Monopoly!”

“Not if they’re playing Jordan!” HS adds as the whole room explode into laughter.

HAHAHAHA!” he says mockingly. “Very funny…trolls! Let’s do this…let’s get a Checkers tournament going.”

Nick cuts Jordan off and says: “I want you in the first round! That’s an easy win!”

Jordan gives Nick the thousand yard stare before saying: “Never mind! I wanted to play against B.”

HS: “I’d hate to see that! You guys would set the game of Checkers back a thousand years!”

Nick, HS and Diana laugh out loud again.

Jordan: “Ya’ll can go to hell…right with that Connect Four game!” he says with his arms folded as the scene fades out

The scene opens up to the E Center in the Edgewater Hotel, with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s Climax Control. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and the fans stand up in eager anticipation to see who is coming out. The crowd starts booing, with a few scatters of cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Underneath his duster, he has on a black “Bad Street USA” t-shirt. He has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and effortlessly jumps over the top rope. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and surveys the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. Jordan asks for the microphone and Justin Decent hands him one. Jordan gazes at the crowd who are now showering him with cheers. The fans are always conflicted with Jordan. Jordan takes a bow and the fans continue cheering for him.

“Tonight Miss O and myself…Team OJ, are going up against…” Jordan pulls out a piece of paper he has stuck in his tights and begins reading the names off: “Danica Jones and Matthew Kennedy…Wait, Matthew Kennedy? Him? Seriously, not this asshat!”

The fans let out a smattering of laughter.

“Let me address the Bombshell in this match first, Danica Jones. I have no idea who you are, didn’t have a clue there was a person by that name in SCW. I asked Nick if he’s related to you…you know since he has his cousins and shit working for him and he swears you two aren’t related. So Danica, I’m Jordan Williams, you will be meeting my partner Miss. O, Odette Ryder and she will beat the hell out of you! That is all!”

The fans start cheering as Jordan finishes that statement.

“Jesus, what’s with you fans? I’m heeling people here, yet you cheer for me…what’s with that!?”

The fans break out in a “JORDAN! JORDAN! JORDAN!” chant.

“Now, onto this puissant known as Prime Time Matthew Kennedy!”

The fans strike up a “PRIME TIME SUCKS! PRIME TIME SUCKS!”. chant.

“Again, you do know I’m suppose to be the bad guy, right?”

The fans boo, then start cheering and chanting “WE DON‘T CARE! WE DON‘T CARE!”

“Let me see, where to start with Matthew Kennedy. For starters, he’s the probably the worse wrestler we have on the SCW roster. I mean the guy is the drizzling shits!”

The crowd in the arena start laughing.

“He has these delusions of grandeur…” Jordan pauses and looks around the arena. “I know, big words for me, huh?” he says with a laugh. “He has these delusions that he can get Hot Stuff out of his suit and into the wrestling ring. Look Matthew, just because you call a guy out and poke and prod, doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want. See Mark is a business man. He knows its bad for business to come out here and squash one of his employees…It makes the product seem inferior that a man who is wearing a suit one week can just walk into the ring the following week and squash a loser such as yourself! The fact that you keep doing this week, after week, after week is really the definition of insanity. So, I would like to do you a favor Matthew.”

Jordan reaches into the side pocket of his duster (who knew!?) and pulls out a black trucker had that has MKF written in bold, white letters. Jordan climbs out of the ring and onto the arena floor. Jordan holds the hat high into the air and continues.

“This everyone is the MKF-the Matthew Kennedy Fund. I’m going to pass this hat around for donations for this worthy cause to get one, Matthew Kennedy help! You see, we think Matty is a bit insane, a lunatic, so we are collecting funds today to send poor Matty to a psychiatric ward to help him!”

Jordan hands a random fan in the first row the hand and then climbs into the ring.

“Please, pass the hat around for poor Matty! Any help is appreciated. Any funds will do. We will accept the kind that jingles, but much rather have the kind that folds!”

Jordan looks at the hat getting passed around ringside.

“Let’s do this for poor Matty Kennedy! Together, we can make a difference!”

The fans in the arena start applauding.

“Now onto the match. Matty, your mental health aside, tonight, I’m going to beat you down. Mark is a good person. I’ve known him for years and years. I trained him to become one of the best of all time. He has a record that is impeccable and I will not sit idly by while you lob insults after insults at my best friend!”

“So tonight, you’ll get your receipt for all the shit you’ve been talking. I was hoping that I never had to cross paths with you again, because beating your ass isn’t a challenge. However, I’ll take pride and fun in eliminating your ass from this tournament and casting you back to the bottom of the card where you belong. You don’t belong in the same ring as myself or Hot Stuff. You don’t deserve to even speak our names. This one’s for fun Matty! You and Danica Jones will see why Team OJ is the best team in the tournament. And why we are going to win this tournament!”

Jordan takes a look around and spots the hat still being passed around. Jordan steps through the ropes and calls for the hat to be handed to him.

“Let’s see how much we raised for poor Matty’s mental health fund!”

After a few fans put money in the hat, the hat is handed to Jordan. Jordan puts the hat on the apron and then he climbs into the ring. He bends over and picks up the hand and starts counting the money. Jordan seems amazed as he counts the cash. Jordan folds the money neatly behind one another and then he starts counting the coins. After he’s done counting the coins, Jordan puts the money in the hat and holds into high in the air, in the center of the ring.

“You see Matty, people do care for your mental health! The fine people of Laughlin, Nevada has raised a total of $163.48! Give yourselves a round of applause! You’re good people!”

The fans begin clapping.

“Such fine, wonderful people who would care about a poor little wrestler, such as Matty Kennedy. Well, Matty, I will match the amount the people of Laughlin, Nevada  put in!…well if I can write them off my taxes…Then I will pass this around the locker room and see if we can get our fellow wrestlers to help out in this cause to send you to get the mental health help you need!”

Jordan drops the microphone as “Subconscious” blasts the PA system. Jordan climbs out of the ring with hand. As Jordan walks up the aisle, more fans continue donating to the MKF as the scene fades out.

18
Climax Control Archives / Grocery Shopping
« on: January 25, 2013, 04:45:29 PM »
 The scene opens up to a shot of Jordan Williams other new home up in the Hills in Los Angeles, California. The scene cuts to Jordan’s bed room, early in the morning. Jordan sits up in his California king sized bed, draped in silver satin sheets. There is a female laying naked in the bed, with just the sheet covering her bottom. Jordan checks his phone before getting out of bed. Jordan, wearing just his boxer-briefs, heads to the bathroom and a few minutes of draining the monster, Jordan heads to the kitchen, where aroma of coffee gets stronger as he gets closer. He grabs a cup from out of the cupboard, the pours himself a cup of joe. Jordan walks to a huge sliding glass door, where he looks out of his backyard, that has a spectacular view of the Valley of Los Angeles. Jordan yawns, then takes a sip of coffee. Suddenly, the female, who is of Asian descent,  comes up behind him and snuggles her head into his chiseled back. Jordan turns around with a smile etched on his face and kisses the female on her head. She pulls Jordan by his free hand, back to the bedroom. Jordan takes another sip of his coffee as he’s whisked away into the room. Jordan sets his coffee mug on the nightstand as they lay in the bed together. She again snuggles underneath Jordan’s arm as he cuddles her.

“It sucks I have to go home.” she says with her bottom lip poked out.

“I really had a good time with you the past couple of days.” he says.

“I gotta get ready for work here in a few.”

“Work sucks.”

“Yeah, like you would know! When was the last time you had a regular job?” she jokingly says.

Jordan instantly fires back and says: “Never! I’ve been wrestling or doing some other non-traditional job…but mainly wrestling.”

“See!”

“But the regular workforce isn’t as different from the wrestling business. I work with people I don’t like. I’ve worked for bosses I don’t like. Just like you…”

“At least you get to travel and see the world!”

“That part can be overrated sometimes. Trust me. The grind of traveling is the worse part about the wrestling business.”

“How so?” she says naively.

“Take this for instance: tonight I travel to Japan and work a short three day tour…but I work two shows a day in cities that are kind of far apart. On my last night of the tour, I come back here and travel to Vegas….Grueling shit. I don’t even want to think of all the hours on the buses and planes.”

“Well, I don’t want to think of the ten hours I’ll be at work today…hmm!” she says with her nose turned up.

“Aw poor baby!” he replies as he gets up out of the bed.

Jordan grabs his coffee cup off the nightstand and takes another sip.

“You need to get some food. You have nothing in your refrigerator but Chinese food and wine!” she says as she sits up in the bed.

“I know, I’ve been more worried about furnishing this place than buying groceries. I guess I have to buy some. I am tired of Chinese food.”

“Next time I come over here, you better have some food in here!” she says jokingly.

“Who says you’re coming back over? You get one night, maybe two-if its goods...then its on to the next one!" he says in a joking tone.

The scene fades out as the woman laughs and throws a pillow at Jordan.

The scene fades in later that morning at a local Trader’s Joe. The scene cuts to Jordan in the produce section, bagging some apples when an old lady in a motorized cart, approaches Jordan.

“Excuse me young man, can you bag me four lemons?”

Jordan turns to the old lady and says: “Um, sure.” he says as he puts the twist tie on his bag.

Jordan unwraps a bag and grabs four lemons and hands them to the lady.

“There ya go!” he says with a smile on his face.

Jordan grabs another bag and starts gathering some oranges as the woman reaches into the bag and inspects the lemons. She gets a scowl on her face and pokes Jordan on his sculpted forearm.

“Excuse me young man, can you exchange two of these lemons for two more? These aren’t as ripe.” she says with a half smile.

Jordan looks at the lady and says: “Oh I’m sorry. This is kinda the first time I’ve been shopping by myself. I usually have my assistant do my shopping. So I was just grabbing random lemons.”

“Ahh! What are you? A musician?” As Jordan goes to answer the lady, she says: “You look like a dancer!”

Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “That sounds incredibly racist!”

“Oh my god! I didn’t mean to sound racist! I’m not! I have six black friends! I play bingo with Phyllis every Wednesday!”

Jordan just smiles as he hands her the new lemons, while shaking his head. “It’s okay miss. You have a great day.”

Jordan bags his oranges and walks on. A few minutes pass by and Jordan is in the meat department. Jordan is piling in chicken and steak into his cart, when again, the little old lady pulls up next to him in the motorized cart.

“I’m sorry young man, I hate to bother you again. But, can you pass me the lean cut bacon?”

Jordan turns to the old lady, while squinting his eyes and says: “Um…okay.”

Jordan looks for the lean cut bacon and then hands it to the lady. She looks at it and shakes her head.

“I need the cheap brand, not this one. This is too expensive.”

Jordan takes the bacon from the lady and then picks out the least expensive one and hands it to her.

“There ya go, lady.”

“To clarify earlier, I’m not a racist…my daughter is married to a Mexican!”

“I gotcha lady, you’re not a racist. All is good. Now if you’ll excuse me.” he replies.

Jordan walks off as the lady stares at him.

Jordan makes his way to the dairy aisle and then doubles back and heads down the traditional aisles. Jordan is in a aisle, looking at different types of spaghetti sauce, when, you guessed it, the old lady with the motorized cart comes down the aisle. Jordan sees this and rolls his eyes, but pretends that he doesn’t see her.

“Young man! Young man!” she yells.

Jordan turns around with a irritated look on his face and says: “What can I help you with now?”

“I hate to bother you, but can you hand me a jar of alfredo sauce? My daughter needs it for dinner tonight.” she says with a smile.

“Specific brand or price range?” he replies.

“No!”

Jordan grabs a random jar of alfredo sauce and hands it to the lady.

“Oh wait!” she says as Jordan rolls his eyes. “I forgot, it needs to be organic.”

“You just said grab anything! Jesus!”

Jordan grabs the jar from the lady and scans for the organic alfredo sauce, then hands it to her.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for being a pest.” she says.

“This is my first time shopping, so I’m a little frazzled here. But…no problem. Good day, lady.”

Jordan takes his cart and speeds out of the aisle. About twenty minutes later, Jordan is about to wrap up his day of grocery. He’s in the bakery aisle when he encounters the old lady again.

Before she can say anything, Jordan says: “You know I don’t work here, right?”

“Yes, I do. Its that these employees aren’t very helpful.”

“Or have you bugged them all to death?” he says bluntly.

“They might think so. But they get paid to help me.”

Jordan raises his eyebrows and says: “That’s true, so keep bugging them! I’m just a dummy who doesn’t know how to shop!”

“But you seem nice. So I figured I’d ask.”

“I can be, but I have my limits.”

“Is it because I came off as racist?”

“No.”

“Because I use to smoke grass with the black jazz musicians back when I was younger!”

GOD DAMN!” he yells. “No, its your constant nagging! Get this! Get that! Oh wait! Never mind! FUUUCCKK! Make up your damn mind before you ask me! Is that too hard to ask!?”

Jordan’s outburst catches the attention of an employee who walks up to Jordan.

“Sir, can you calm down, sir?”

“Calm down!? I am calm! This old lady has been riding my damn dick all day long, bugging me, when she should be asking you mother fuckers for help, not me!”

“Sir, what I need for you to do is to calm down…Can you calm down for me?”

Jordan stares at the employee with a flabbergasted look on his face and finally says: “Fuck you! You don’t tell me what to do. What, you make seven bucks an hour and you think you can tell me what to do? Fuck you! And fuck you old lady! You all can kiss my ass!”

“Sir, there is no need for that kind of language, sir.”

“Shut up with all the sirs! Jesus! Oh yeah, tell Trader Joe…if that’s his real name, his store sucks. The pricing here is horrible.”

“I don’t think that’s his real name. If you’d like, I can tell you all about Trader Joe’s! I’ve been an employee for five years!” he says gleefully.

“Oh how nice! Do you not have any ambition in life?”

“Sir, there is no need to be condescending…”

Jordan shakes his head in disgust and says: “Between you and this ugly old lady…I’ve had enough of this damn store!”

Jordan grabs his cart and storms off toward the check out. Jordan tries to take a sharp corner out of the aisle, but ends up clipping the end cap of the shelves with such force, he puts a dent in the shopping cart, while knocking over a few items! Jordan backs up his cart and calmly strolls towards the registers as the scene fades out.

The scene opens up a few hours later in Jordan’s home where he’s packing for his trip to Japan. Jordan is talking to his friend, Rob Anderson; whom he has on speaker phone.

“…dude, you were verbally harassing an old lady!” Rob says.

“I was not! I was stating the facts!’

“What’s gotten into you lately? You’ve been more ornery lately.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Damnit Jordan, how do you not know what that means? You’ve lived on this Earth for thirty-seven years and you don’t know what the word ornery means?”

“What the hell does it mean, man?”

“You know this is pathetic, right?”

“Spare me the English lesson.” Jordan says in a frustrated tone.

“Irritable…uncooperative.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit! I have less tolerance for bullshit, Rob!”

“Or…you could be going through an early mid-life crisis!?”

“Now, this is going to a weird place, Rob. Early mid-life crisis?”

“I’m serious! It happens, man. You’ve been acting strange lately.”

“You run off and get married to a chick you knew for only two days…”

Rob cuts Jordan off and says: “Three days, actually.”

“…And I’m the one the acting weird, huh?”

“What’s next? Cussing out little kids?”

“Whatever man. I gotta finish getting ready for my trip. I’ll get at you later, man.”

“Don’t cuss the flight attendants!”

Jordan snickers as he pushes the end call button. Suddenly, the door bell rings and Jordan walks to the door. Jordan looks through the peephole to see who it is and a smile comes across his face. Jordan opens the door and is greeted by his friend and former wrestler, Dre. Dre and Jordan have been friends since 1998. Their friendship goes back to the old IWA days, where they use to be traveling buddies during that time. After the IWA, the two didn’t meet up again until GCW when Dre was apart of a group called the Westsidaz. After the group dissolved, Dre ended up teaming with longtime rival, Marco Garcia to form the Untouchables. They had a notable feud with The Association. They greet each other with the high five-shoulder hug combo. Dre walks into the house, surveying it. He nods his head impressively at the nice home. Dre has a seat on couch that Jordan had imported from Italy. Jordan heads to the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers. Jordan hands one to Dre and then Jordan sits in his recliner as he cracks open his beer.

“Once I heard you were in LA, I had to come see my boy!”

“Damn man, its been forever. Since what? 2002?” Jordan asks as he racks his brain trying to figure out the last time he saw Dre.

“GCW days, it’s been a good minute.”

“Yessir. How’s the bail bonds business these days?”

“The good thing about living in LA, there is no shortage of fuckin’ criminals!” he says as they both laugh. Dre is a native of LA. He grew up in Watts before starting in the wrestling business. After he retired, he got in the bail bondsman business.

“I heard that! They should put you on a TV and call it: Dre, the Bounty Hunter!”

“Hell yeah, fuck Dog the Bounty Hunter. Over there looking like Diamond Dallas Page an’ shit!”

“It’ll be a great show!” Jordan says.

“Damn straight it would!” Dre says with a smile across his face, while drinking his beer.

“Who do you got working for you?”

“Them two rottwheilers, Ike and Malcolm. They go on them hunts with me. We have a shit ton of fun!” Ike and Malcolm were apart of the Westsidaz back in GCW. The two are twins and stand seven feet tall a piece.

“I remember them two, god damn they were big as hell!”

“And dumber than a box of rocks! This the only jobs them fools could keep longer than three months.”

“I can imagine you three knocking at someone’s door. There is no way I’d run from ya’ll!”

“If only everyone felt that way! It would make my job a lot easier. Some of these people ain’t got shit to lose! They don’t want to go back to jail or prison, so they run like hell.”

“How many have got away?”

“I’m looking for three right now. One of them are in deep Mexico. The jungles. Even if I could, I wouldn’t even go to no damn jungles of Mexico to look for his ass! That even worth it. The other two, I’m working on some shit that’ll lead me to ‘em.”

Jordan and Dre continue talking for two more hours. They trade stories about crazy road trips and things they use to do. One story they brought up was the time Jordan and Dre were getting high on the roof of a hotel one night and they decided to throw a Nerf football around. The story ends up with Jordan almost falling off the roof trying to catch an errant pass from Dre. Eventually Dre leaves and Jordan goes back to packing his suitcase.
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“I was returning to Japan for the first time since winning the EJPW Heavyweight Title. It was a short three day tour, but double shots on all three days. It was apart of a tradition by the office to run smaller shows after the big Tokyo Dome show. On this tour, I was of course main eventing, but in six man tags. We traveled to each show by bus. Being on the bus with thirty guys isn’t exactly my idea of fun. The bus smelled of cigarettes and farts. I mostly hung out with my buddy Jin (Power Matsuzaka). Even though I had beat him for the title, we were teaming up with a junior heavyweight by the name of Akane in these matches. It was some fun matches, I got to pull out a few old moves that I hadn’t done in a while. Akane said I couldn’t do those high flying moves I use to do early in my career and I bet him on it. So, in our match, I hit a picture perfect springboard shooting star press onto our opponents on the floor. I won our bet and he had to carry my bags and pay for my meals the rest of the trip, ha! Even at my advanced age and being two hundred and fifty pounds, I can still do these moves. Now, I didn’t get the hang time I wanted, but I still did it none the less! At the end of the tour, I was told by the office that I was going to defend the title in Mexico in a couple of weeks. I was cool with that, I hadn’t wrestled in Mexico since I lost my mask versus hair match against Apollyon, when I was Marauder. When I touched down in Vegas in the morning, I immediately drove to Reno so I could relax for a few hours before the SCW show. That relaxation consisted of me sitting in the parking lot of the arena, eating some fast food and listening to music. I didn’t want to be bothered or anything. After I was done eating, I let the seat back and closed my eyes to the sounds of Aaliyah.”

*****


The scene opens up to Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s office in the Reno Sparks Convention Center. Jordan and Hot Stuff are talking when Nick Jones walks into the office flanked by his girlfriend and The Entourage. Jordan and Nick greet each other with a fist bump.

“Hey man, I told you Billy was going to be tough!” Jordan says with a smirk.

“Screw that loser. I can beat him, he just got lucky.” Nick replies.

HS chimes in with: “Don’t worry about Billy, Nick. I got something planned for him this week. He thinks he’s cute because he recruited those drunk pissants! He’s not getting over on us, I can promise you that.”

Jordan smirks as Nick shoots him a dirty look and says: “Who’s side are you on anyways, Jordan? Us or Billy’s?”

“You know I’m on this side, I just choose not to fight this battle, because I still think…”

Nick cuts Jordan off and says: “What? That Mark and Billy will be friends again? Newsflash, that shipped sailed long ago!”

“There’s still hope!” Jordan says  with his hands together like he’s saying a prayer and in a childish tone. “Besides, I have this tournament to win.”

“Don’t forget I’m in this thing damn tournament too!”

“How much did Mark have to pay you to join this thing? I didn‘t think you‘d be interested in it!” he says with a laugh.

“Bro, I just making sure we win this tournament. I had to enter you all. Just to show everyone that we’re the best.” Mark says with a grin on his face.

“Shit, I still don’t even know who I’m partnered with.” Nick says with his hands on his hips. “Doesn’t matter though, I’ll carry her to the win.”

“Please son, I got the best partner! You don’t even know who you’re teaming with yet!”

“Who’s your partner?” Nick asks.

“Odette.”

“Who?”

“Odette…big ass…magic man’s girl.”

“Oh right, her…You’re lucky. I hope I’m not paired with some weirdo like the dead chick!”

Jordan and Hot Stuff laugh as Nick shivers.

“That’s Tom’s partner, actually.” Jordan says.

On cue, Tom Dudely comes walking in as the scene fades out.

The scene opens up to the Reno Convention Center, with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s Climax Control. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and the fans stand up in eager anticipation to see who is coming out. The crowd starts booing, with a few scatters of cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Underneath his duster, he has on a black “Bad Street USA” t-shirt. He has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan climbs onto the apron and effortlessly jumps over the top rope. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and surveys the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. Jordan asks for the microphone and Just Decent hands him one.

“Now this is interesting. The concept of this Blast From the Past Mixed Tag Team Tournament is to honor legends of a forgotten era: George Hackenschmidt and Mildred Burke. Two pioneers of the wrestling business and real legends. So SCW decided to hold a lethal lottery to pair up sixteen Bombshells and sixteen men. I knew going into it, I would win this tournament with anyone I was paired with, but looky, looky, who I was paired with…my good buddy, that little ray of sunshine, Odette Ryder!” he says somewhat sarcastically.

The fans erupt into deafening cheers for the popular bombshell!

“Odette is the breakout star in SCW so far in 2013. Everyone loves some Odette!”

The crowd erupts into an “Odette Ryder! Odette Ryder!” chant.

“Will you people please shut up!? Don’t interrupt me with your stupid chants.” he says while glaring into the crowd.

The crowd ignores him as the chants for Odette get louder. Jordan just shakes his head in disgust as he continues.

“Anyways, Odette, I hope you understand something about this. I want to win this tournament. I didn’t enter it to be trolled by my partner. After watching your promo earlier, I sense you feel the same way, so there’s no reason to be sniping at one another! Turn your frown upside down, sweetheart! You’re teaming with the GOD of professional of wrestling! The man who is one in a million…Jordan Williams!” he says with his arms outstretched with a cocky grin on his face.

The fans boo, though some cheer. The fans are obviously split on Jordan. They have never fully accepted his new attitude.

“I will say, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw I was teaming with Odette. Even though I was talking shit to her, I still respect her in ring talent. Odette, you can wrestle and I respect you. We’re going to be hard to beat, so the sooner you can realize it and not fight it, we’re going to win this tournament!”

The fans again interrupt Jordan with cheers.

“Our opponents are Ryan Kidd and Amy Marshall. Part of the reason I joined this tournament is because I knew I’d be facing people I normally wouldn’t under any other circumstances. So that means Kidd and Marshall, you get to graced by my presence inside the ring tonight! While this tournament honors two legends of days gone by, you get the privilege of stepping inside the ring with a living legend!”

“Amy, Odette will take care of you. Kidd, you will see what all the hype is about! Why the fans, even though I hate on them and they’re still too stupid to realize it, you will see why the fans still chant my name…”

On cue, the fans start chanting “Jordan! Jordan! Jordan!”

“They never cease to amaze me. I’m that damn good Kidd. I’ve been in the ring with the best and I’ve come out on top when facing the best. Two time World Heavyweight Champion. And to prove that I can win tournaments, I also won the GPW 2001 King of the Ring tournament, plus myself and “Beautiful” Billy James won the Liberty Cup tag team tournament. But enough about me, we all know I hate talking about myself!” he says with a sheepish grin.

“This is undoubtedly the biggest match in your short stay here in SCW, Kidd. Are you going to buckle under the pressure or will you step up upset the best of the best? At some point, you’ll look into the mirror. You’ll be breathing heavily, your heart will be racing and you’ll be playing out the sequences in the match. I remember doing the same thing when I was a young upstart like you. The difference between me and you? I won those matches. It helped lay the path onto greatness. Dethroning top guy after top guy…no matter the match or circumstance. That’s how you build legacies, son. You don’t build them by having just good showings. You have to beat people in this business in order for people to fully respect you. The thing that’s wrong with you playing this match out in your mind is you keep forgetting the fact that myself and Odette will win this match. There is no other scenario. Will you and Amy put up a good fight?…eh, probably. However, your best or her best won’t be good enough because…”

The fans break out in “Too Good For Ya! Too Good For Ya!” chant, which use to be Jordan’s old catch phrase!

“You morons, I wasn’t going to that direction! Please shut up, before you continue to look like idiots!”

A loud BOOOO is let out from the fans.

“Thank you, shit! Now back to my point…When tonight’s done with, Kidd and Marshall, you guys will be able to tell your families that you got to wrestle, the immortal himself, the GOD of professional wrestling…Jordan Williams…that is all!”

“Subconscious” plays again and the fans shower Jordan in a mixture and cheers and boos. Jordan is about to leave the ring when he stops in his tracks and signals for the music to be cut off. He puts the microphone up to his mouth again.

“One last thing…magic man…mister mind fucker…don’t worry about Odette, she’s in good hands…I’ll take good care of her!”

Jordan shoots the camera a wink as he drops the microphone as “Subconscious” strikes up again. Jordan walks around the ring with his arms outstretched, before he climbs out of the ring and starts walking up the aisle. The camera fades out as Jordan is seen mouthing “O & J will win this tournament!”


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Supercard Archives / I Can't Control It
« on: January 11, 2013, 08:04:23 PM »
 

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Jordan: “Hello…who are you?”

Female: “Shanice. You must be Jordan?”

Jordan: “I’ll be whoever you want me to be.” he says with a laugh as they shake hands.

Shanice: “Great party.”

Jordan: “Thanks, even though I was against throwing it.”

Shanice: “Why’s that?”

Jordan: “I have a thing with complete strangers being around my things…I don’t really like that.” he says with a half smile.

Shanice: “I understand that!”

Jordan: “I’ll be up in someone else’s house all day long, but I don’t like them in mine! Hell no!”

Shanice laughs and says: “I agree, I don’t trust ‘em.”

Jordan: “Exactly and since Rob took it upon himself to invite all these weird and strange people…I guess I have no choice tonight.”

Shanice: “Did he not tell you? We knew about this party since yesterday.”

Jordan does a face palm and says: “No he has a history of over-stepping his boundaries and tonight is no exception.”

Shanice: “Wow!”

Jordan: “Yep, just like he told you all about me.”

Shanice: “Yes, he did offer up a few things about you.”

Jordan: “I know! He says as he bounds the railing. “What’d he say?” before she answers, Jordan cuts her off and says: “You know what? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

Shanice raises her eyebrows and says: “I have a friend just like him! Just puttin’ my business all out in the street!”

Jordan smirks and says: “He means well, but he just doesn’t care enough not exclude certain details.”

Shanice shakes her head and says: “I feel like we were prepping to meet a big client, I know where you were born, where you grew up, where you went to college…”

Jordan: “I bet he told you about my first girlfriend and my social security number.”

Shanice: “He did mention Melissa…” she says with a smile.

Jordan rolls his eyes and says: “If he was out here, I’d throw him right off this balcony!” Shanice busts out in a laugh. “You think I’m kidding…I’m not!”

Shanice laughs and the two continue to talk as the scene fades out.

***********


Afew days later, the scene opens up after the SCW Press Conference, Jordan Williams is stopped in the hallway by a member of the media.

Reporter: “Jordan, can we get a couple of questions with you real quick?”

Jordan: “Let’s make it quick, I’m busy.”

Reporter: “We noticed you saying stuff to Odette Ryder…what’s that about?”

Jordan: “Nothing in particular…just trying to get her to realize that she doesn’t need the emo-magic guy as her boyfriend, when she can have a real man.” he says with his cocky grin.

Reporter: “Really?”

Jordan: “No, I just made it up. Really!? he says mockingly. “Of course, she’s got that big ass, and I can tell Gabriel ain’t hitting it right! So, you know…holla at me girl!”

Reporter: “You realize you probably pissed off Gabriel?”

Jordan deadpans: “…Okay…”

Reporter: “Anyways, you are of course involved in the main event of New Year Rising, in the Stable Wars match. You have been apart of matches similar to this in the past, such as War Games. What is the thought process like heading into a match of this caliber?”

Jordan: “You have to get yourself in a zone…a zone that takes you from being a man into a monster. This kind of match has no place for the weak. If you can’t be cut throat in this match, you will lose it.”

Reporter: “Speaking of monsters, there is talk of possibly your Marauder persona making a comeback. Can you confirm any of the speculation?”

Jordan smirks and says: “See the previous answer.”

Reporter: “Is it a one time thing?”

Jordan: “I dunno.”

Reporter: “Over the past couple of months, we’ve seen your old tag team partner and we assume still good friend, ‘Beautiful’ Billy James come back and get into it with your best friend, Hot Stuff Mark Ward. What’s your relationship with Billy nowadays?”

Jordan glares at the reporter, then thinks for a moment while looking down at the floor, then says: “Next question…”

Reporter: “What are your thoughts on Billy and Hot Stuff getting into it?”

Jordan clearly agitated, says: “Man, I said next question!”

Reporter: “Okay then, thank you very much.”

An upset Jordan walks off as the scene fades out.

The scene opens up to the Star of the Desert Arena in Las Vegas, with the crowd settling into their seats for tonight’s huge show, New Year Rising. The Steel Cage is erected for promotional shots. Suddenly “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System and the fans stand up in eager anticipation to see who is coming out. The crowd starts booing, with a few scatters of cheers as Jordan Williams comes walking out behind the curtain. Jordan is clad in black boots, black tights with lime green colored designs and the head of a dragon roaring on both thighs. Jordan also has on a black duster with similar lime green colored designs. Jordan has his arms up in the air as the fans shower him in boos. Some fans reach out to slap high fives with him, but Jordan ignores them with his cocky grin etched onto his face. Jordan walks up the steps and through the cage door and into the ring. Jordan then climbs to the top of the Cage and does his double guns pose. Jordan climbs down and asks for a microphone. Justin Decent hands him his microphone through the cage door.

Jordan: “Tonight the end of NXT takes place. Myself, Nick, Tom…I guess Goth…we put an end to this farce of a stable called The New Xtremes!”

The fans boo as Jordan smiles.

Jordan: “NXT is a speed bump on our way to completely dominating SCW. After we put an end to NXT, who will left to defend the honor of SCW?”

Jordan looks at the crowd as they boo.

Jordan: “Spike, Casey, Matthew, and Aleksei…you four must be looking at each other, wondering what the hell you guys were thinking when you signed up for this match. It must be a disheartening situation when you look into each others eyes and know you’re about to get slaughtered. There won’t nothing you can do about it. You guys think you’re in a war? This isn’t a war. This isn’t even a conflict. This is a skirmish. It really isn’t fair when you think about it. We have multiple time World Champions on one side…and Goth. Then we have a bunch of nobodies and Spike.”

Jordan pauses for a moment, then continues.

Jordan: “Spike, I can’t imagine the position you’re in. The position of having to lead a group of men into a for certain ass kicking. You, as their leader, must be trying to pull out all the motivational tools you can to tell them, that they can beat us. When deep down, you know they’re just not good enough. I don’t pity you, you picked these sorry bastards to be on your team. You also know, that after this match, what will be left of you? Sure you’ll be SCW Champion. Sure you’ll probably be banging Vixen, but is that enough to feel good? We all know you’re prone to mental breakdowns Spike, you’re surely going to have one, after tonight when we take your creation…your soul…NXT and crush it! Can you look into the mirror and say, ‘I’m happy with myself’? You know the answer is no. You’ve lead this group to nothingness. The woman of your dreams, Misty, left you at the alter. You had a short NWA Title reign. Your world is crashing down Spike…tonight, we make sure it cripples you physically and emotionally…forever”

Jordan then turns his attention to the Cage.

Jordan: “Ahhh…the confines of the Steel Cage. This has been his home many of times…”

The fans in the arena immediately erupt into a “WE WANT MARAUDER! WE WANT MARAUDER!” chant.

Jordan tone goes into an evil sadistic tone: “It’s a place where he’s shed liters upon liters of blood.” he says as he sticks his tongue out. “Yeah…this is his element. Not a lot of people can survive in an environment such as this…but he doesn’t just survive in this environment, he thrives on it…lives for it. I can’t control him anymore…I hear his voice and I can’t ignore em…”

The fans break out into a “MARAUDER’S GONNA KILL YOU! MARAUDER’S GONNA KILL YOU!” chant.

Jordan walks up to the Cage and puts his face on it and then starts ramming his head into the Cage until it draws blood. The fans continue the “MARAUDER’S GONNA KILL YOU! MARAUDER’S GONNA KILL YOU!” chant.

Jordan, with blood dripping from head: “This is fun and games to him. One thing you have to ask yourself NXT…ARE YOU PREPARED TO GET MAIMED?” he yells. “I WILL COME IN HERE TO END YOUR CAREERS…YOU HAVE TO ASK YOURSELF IF ITS WORTH IT?” he screams into the microphone. Jordan then calms himself down and speaks in a softer tone: “If you believe in a higher power, you better pray to him…because… I..I..I..CAN‘T CONTROL IT!” he shrieks.

Jordan then drops the microphone and starts walking around in a circle like he’s drunk. Jordan then kneels in the center of the ring with an evil grin on his face. Jordan then looks towards the mat and the lights in the arena go out. The fans in the arena get quiet and when the lights come back on, Jordan is standing in the middle of the ring with his signature Marauder mask on and the fans damn near blow the roof off the arena and explode into cheers! The arena is rocking with the fans jumping up and down. Jordan slowly looks to his left and then his right.

The fans instantly start chanting “MARAUDER! MARAUDER! MARAUDER!

Jordan then doubles over for a few moments with his fingers on his throat, in one lightning quick motion, Jordan snaps back and spews a huge amount of green mist from his gullet. The fans are absolutely losing their minds as this is the first time Jordan has dawned the Marauder mask in well over a decade! Then out of nowhere, the lights in the arena go out. A split second later, they come back on and the fans start booing when they see that Jordan/Marauder has disappeared.


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Supercard Archives / Welcome To The Thunder Dome, bitch!
« on: January 05, 2013, 11:19:41 PM »
 “It was a pretty nice Christmas break. It was the first Christmas I spent in Jersey, while it was weird, I was happy that my wife was happy to be around her family. We all met up at her parents house and you couldn’t fit another person in there with a shoehorn there was so many people. Our kids only had a few presents at their grandparents house, but once we got home, they were swamped with presents. We got them a bunch of stuff, but Rob bought them one of those huge inflatable bouncing castles that you usually rent for parties. Now my kids own one. Needless to say, all the other presents were rendered obsolete.”
“One thing I don’t ever really talk about with my kids is me wrestling. After that barbwire match, I had a ton of cuts everywhere and my kids were legitimately concerned about me. This is one of the reasons why I don’t really wrestle those matches anymore and before that, I can’t remember the last time I bled in the ring either, so I could avoid such reactions. The twins were more concerned about me than anything, it was hard to move around for a few days after that match, but they played doctor and tended to my wounds nicely. This was yet another strike against me from Vanessa that I should retire, because things like this actually scare my kids. I’ve struggled with this for the duration of my time in SCW, of when to retire. Summer XXXtreme actually was going to be my last show, but Mark talked me into staying for a while longer. I’m actually having a lot of fun in my career right now. It’s not so much about being SCW Champion as it is having fun. At times during my career, I didn’t enjoy the ride because I was so caught up with everything, now I’m just enjoying everything instead of getting caught up in the minutia.”
“I spent New Years Eve at my club…”

The scene opens up inside The Enigma, Jordan’s club in New Jersey. Per usual, its packed and Jordan is watching out of his window in his office above the dance floor. Jordan has a drink in his hand. There is a knock at the door and he turns around as his head bartender and floor manager, Stephanie walks in.

Jordan: “Stephie! What’s going on?”

Stephanie: “What are you doing here all by yourself?”

Jordan takes a sip of his drink and says: “Just chillin, watching everyone have a great time.”

Stephanie: “Well, you should be having a good time too, silly!” she walks next to Jordan as he goes back to looking out the window.

Jordan smirks and says: “Just reflecting on everything that’s happened this year.”

Stephanie: “From everything you’ve told me, it’s been a good one.”

Jordan: “Yeah, I have to say so too, with the exception of a few things. But I’ve finally have this club to transition me into the next part of life.”

Stephanie: “Well, I’m not going to let you spend this time alone!”

Jordan: “Thanks Stephie…you’re a great person. Why are you single?”

Stephanie: “I don’t know…People nowadays just don’t know how to treat a lady!”

Jordan: “You want a drink?”

Stephanie: “Can’t…I’m on the clock, remember!”

Jordan laughs and says: “Its okay this one time…I won’t tell if you won’t!”

Stephanie smiles and grabs the bourbon bottle and a glass off Jordan’s desk and pours herself a drink. Stephanie takes a sip of her drink as Jordan gazes at the crowd below. The crowd starts counting down. When they reach five, Stephanie grabs Jordan by the hand, when they reach one and say “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Stephanie leans in and kisses Jordan on the lips. Jordan after a few beats, Jordan pulls back as Stephanie has a smile on her face. She turns and walks out of the office as Jordan has a look of confusion on his face.

The scene opens up to inside the Tokyo Dome. Its main event time for EJPW’s Wrestle Festival where Jordan Williams goes up against his former student and tag team partner Power Matsuzaka for the EJPW Heavyweight Championship. The fans in the arena are buzzing when the lights in the Tokyo Dome go out completely. The opening chimes to Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” blasts the PA System and the fans erupt into cheers as the song means only one thing: Jordan Williams. Jordan’s video package plays on the gigantic video screen as lime colored smoke engulfs the stage. On a camera view above the stage, Jordan Williams can be seen being risen up on a platform from underneath the huge stage. The fans continue their thunderous cheers as Jordan rises ascends to the top of the stage. Jordan has his head tilted down and immediately pops it up as the platform settles into place. Jordan walks to the center of the stage as two men walk out from the regular entrance. They kneel in front of Jordan while stretching out a  black banner that says Marauder-gun in Japanese in lime green lettering, which translates into Marauder’s Army. Jordan has a cocky grin on his face as he walks around the two men who then follow behind him. Jordan salutes the fans as he walks down the long aisle to the ring. As Jordan reaches the apron, the two men hold the ropes open for him, but Jordan tells them to move out of the way, then jumps effortlessly over the top rope and into the ring. Jordan then climbs onto the second turnbuckle and does his double guns pose much to the chagrin of the crowd. The fans break out into a “YOR-DAHN! YOR-DAHN!” chant until the opening drum beat to “Dream Warriors” by Dokken hits the PA System. The fans continue to cheer, but for EJPW Heavyweight Champion, Power Matsuzaka. Back at the entrance, a gigantic biohazard sign is engulfed with flames and Power Matsuzaka walks out from underneath it. Matsuzaka has his Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he power walks to the ring. Matsuzaka has a serious look on his face as he enters the ring. He and Jordan come face to face and the fans cheer let out a collect “OOOOOHHHH!” Both men retreat to their respective corners.

Ring Announcer translated to English: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, the Emerald Dragon: Wiiiiiiiilllliaaaaams, Yooooooooorrrrdaaaaaan!

Jordan steps forward with his arms raised as he showered with streamers. Jordan takes off his black, with lime green trim-duster and throws it out of the ring.

Ring Announcer: His opponent, from Kobe, Japan…weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-three pounds…EJPW Heavyweight Champion….Matsuzakaaaaaaa, Powwwwer-ooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Power Matsuzaka stretches in the corner as he too is showered with streamers before handing his title belt to the referee who walks it over to Jordan and shows him the belt. Jordan nods as he sees the belt and the referee hands the belt off to a ring attendant. Other ring attendants clear the ring of streamers. The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway.

Jordan and Power start the match off slowly with some excellent chain wrestling with a ton of reversals. After thirty minutes of Jordan working over Power’s arm and Power working over Jordan’s knee, the match really starts picking up:

Matsuzaka shoots Jordan into the ropes, as Jordan returns, Matsuzaka goes for his Powerline (vicious lariat) with his right arm (the arm Jordan has been working over the majority of the match), Jordan superkicks Matsuzaka’s right arm, but Matsuzaka instantly nails Jordan in the back of the head with a powerful left armed clothesline! Jordan collapses to the mat and Matsuzaka goes for the cover, but Jordan kicks out at two! Matsuzaka quickly gets up and as he drags Jordan to his feet as well. Matsuzaka stubbornly goes for the Powerline once again, but Jordan grabs Matsuzaka’s arm and simultaneously takes him over with a crucifix arm bar! Jordan pulls back Matsuzaka’s weak right arm viciously as Power Matsuzaka yells out in pain! After a few moments in the hold, Matsuzaka inches his way over to the ropes for a rope break. Jordan breaks the hold and gets to his feet as Matsuzaka holds his arm in pain. As Matsuzaka gets to one knee, out of no where, Jordan nails Matsuzaka with the Emerald Dragon’s Roar-a vicious knee strike to the head! Jordan goes for the cover:

1!
2!!
3!!!
NO! NO! NO!

Power Matsuzaka somehow puts his foot on the bottom rope at two and three-quarters! The crowd is flabbergasted as they don’t know how he had the wherewithal to put his foot on the rope! Jordan complains to the referee that his count was slow. Jordan sensing that the end is near motions to the crowd that he’s going for the ATL Crusher. Jordan grabs Matsuzaka off the mat by his hair and hooks him up in a full nelson. Jordan then drives Matsuzaka into the mat with a high bridge. The referee goes for the count and Matsuzaka again, barely kicks out! Jordan is in disbelief as no one kicks out of the ATL Crusher! Jordan gets to his feet quickly and leaps to the top rope and then comes flying off the top with High Fly Flow, however, Matsuzaka gets his knees up and Jordan crashes onto Matsuzaka’s knees, knocking the wind out of Jordan! With Jordan draped over his knees, Matsuzaka hooks Jordan by the head and turns it into a modified small package.

1!
2!!
No! Jordan kicks out!

Power Matsuzaka slowly gets to his feet as does Jordan, however Jordan has his back turned to Matsuzaka and as soon he turns to face him, Matsuzaka blasts Jordan with the Powerline! Matsuzaka quickly goes for the cover

1!
2!!
3!!!

NO! NO! NO!

Jordan barely gets his shoulder up! Matsuzaka, too is in disbelief that Jordan kicked out. Matsuzaka walks over to the ropes and climbs to the top rope. Matsuzaka then comes off with a 450 Splash, Jordan’s old move that he called the Macabre Massacre! Matsuzaka’s 263 pound body crushes Jordan and he goes for the pin

1!
2!!
No!

Jordan again, gets his shoulder up! Matsuzaka can’t do nothing but shake his head as the fans clap in appreciation of such a great match! Matsuzaka gets to his feet and waits for Jordan to do the same. Jordan slowly rises to his feet. As he turns around, Matsuzaka charges Jordan once again and nails him with the Powerline as Matsuzaka favors his arm! However, Jordan somehow shakes it off and quickly bounces to his feet! Jordan lets out a yell as Matsuzaka turns around, Jordan nails him with the 2G4U! Matsuzaka shakes it off as well and goes to get to his feet, but as Matsuzaka was on one knee, Jordan nails him in the jaw with the Emerald Dragon’s Roar! Jordan quickly runs to the turnbuckles, leaps to the top rope and comes crashing down on Matsuzaka with a high impact frog splash- High Fly Flow! Jordan hooks both legs as the referee counts

1!
2!!
3!!!

Jordan did it! Jordan Williams defeated Power Matsuzaka for the EJPW Heavyweight Title! Fireworks go off above the ring as Jordan lies on the mat motionless as does Power Matsuzaka. Ring attendants come in to attend to both men with ice packs. Jordan expended a ton of energy on that last sequence and has little to no strength to get up. Jordan’s handlers are also in the ring holding the Marauder-gun banner. They then walk over to Jordan to help him to sit up. A couple of ring attendants help Matsuzaka to sit up as well. Eventually, both men are helped to their feet in the middle of the ring. Matsuzaka and Jordan stare at one another, both terribly exhausted and sore from that brutal bout. The two men embrace with a huge hug as the fans in the arena are all on their feet applauding the moment. Again, fireworks go off above the ring as Matsuzaka holds Jordan’s hand up in victory, while the referee straps the EJPW Heavyweight Championship around Jordan’s waist. The scene fades out as Jordan poses for pictures for the ringside photographers.


The scene opens up backstage after Jordan’s title victory over his former student, Power Matsuzaka. Jordan is sitting at a table with his title belt draped over his shoulder. In front of the table are about thirty members of the Japanese press taking pictures and some about to ask questions. Jordan is flanked by his two men from early, who proudly display the Marauder-gun banner behind Jordan. Jordan is still sweating from his match just minutes ago.  Jordan does the interview in Japanese, but its translated to English here:

Reporter: “Jordan, has does it feel to be EJPW Heavyweight Champion?”

Jordan: “This is probably the biggest win in my career. When you consider all things, like my age and how great Matsuzaka is, this is a tremendous win.”

Reporter: “It was obvious your strategy was to work over Matsuzaka’s arm, yet he was still able to hit you with his Powerline…”

Jordan laughs and says: “And they still hurt like hell! That was definitely a strategy was to neutralize the power in his arm, but I’m not so sure how much success I had, because those shots were some of the hardest shots I ever took in my life!”

Reporter: “Its been documented that yourself and Matsuzaka are friends, do you have a new respect from as a competitor?”

Jordan: “Yes, because I trained him, I’ve wrestled with him as his partner, but wrestling against him is a whole different animal. I’ve always had the highest respect for him and after this match, its impossible to respect a fighter more than I respect Matsuzaka. He’s got a fighting spirit that is unparalleled.”

Reporter: “Can you talk about the emotion you’re feeling right now?”

Jordan: “Other than being sore, I’m feeling great. I was definitely staring my wrestling mortality in the face. Beating Matsuzaka tonight just showed that this old man has still got it!”

Reporter: “We seen you come out with two men and they were carrying a new flag that said Marauder-gun. What’s the significance behind that?”

Jordan smiles as he shifts the belt from his left shoulder to his right: “Just army building. The two guys you seen tonight was Quincy Moss and Minoru Suwama. They are the best prospects in Japan and they are apart of my crew, Marauder-gun. There are more to come.”

The scene fades as Jordan answers more questions about the match.

“On my way back from Japan, I of course land in Los Angeles. I was going to Las Vegas to shoot some promos for SCW. I got sick of flying and decided to drive to Vegas. As I was leaving LAX, I miraculously ran into my nomad of a friend, Ken Hoyt. He had picked up a stranded couple on their way to LAX. The fact that we’re in the same place at the same time and he had no knowledge of me even being here at this time (because he does not own a cell phone) is one of the weirdest things that has ever happened. So naturally, he offers me a ride in his truck that has a camper built on the back. I say sure and my long strange trip to Vegas commences.”

The scene opens up to Ken entering the on ramp onto Interstate 15. The sounds of Graham Parker’s “The Up Escalator” album is playing in the background as Jordan and Ken are talking. Jordan has this weird looking pipe in his hand.

Jordan: “Where the hell did you get this from, man? This is the weirdest pipe I’ve ever seen.”

Ken smiles and deadpans: “I got it from a Peruvian Oracle I met while hiking the Salcantay Trek of Manchu.”

Jordan looks at Ken crooked and says: “A who and what?”

Ken: A Peruvian Oracle…”

Jordan: “Never mind, bro! I don’t even know what it is. The only real word I heard was hike!” Jordan surveys the pipe even more and says: “Let me guess, you smoke weed from it?”

Ken: “I could, but no. It was a gift. I plan on putting it up on display.”

Jordan: “Where? You have no house!”

Ken: “I have a shelf I can put it up on in the camper.”

Jordan: “Damnit Ken, can you get a fuckin’ house like the rest of us?”

Ken rolls his eyes as he checks his mirrors and says: “Oh boy, now you sound like Rick!” Rick is Ken’s best friend.

Jordan: “Seriously bro, you’re what 32? You should have a place to call home that has a concrete foundation and a yard!”

Ken: “I do! The road is my foundation and the United States is my yard!” he says seriously.

Jordan: “Will this ever get old to you?”

Ken: “No, not exactly. I enjoy myself. I’m living the dream! You said so yourself.”

Jordan: “Yes, but at least I’d have a fucking house to live in and a real bed. Not a god damn cot the size of my baby’s crib!”

Ken: “I think you’re over stating the size of the bed.”

About halfway through the drive, Ken spots a car broken down on the side of the road and begins to pull over on the side of the highway.

Jordan: “Ken! Hell no! We agreed, no strangers! I need to get to Vegas as soon as possible!” he yells.

Ken: “I just want to see if they need some help.”

Jordan: “Look man, fuck this person and let’s get to Vegas.”

Ken: “It’ll only take a second!”

Ken puts the car in park and goes to help the person.

Jordan: “Ain’t this a bitch!”

Ken walks over to the car. A couple of females in their early twenties and emerge from the car.

Ken: “Do you need some help?”

Female #1: “My car just quit.”

Ken: “That’s no good.”

Female #2: “We need to get to Las Vegas for our show.”

Ken: “Well, unless you’re waiting for help, me and my buddy are heading to Vegas as well.”

The two girls look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

Female #1: “We’re running late and there’s no telling when we can get help our way. You seem harmless…what the hell.”

Female #2: “Let us grab our things.”

The two girls go to their car and grabs their bags and Ken escorts them to his truck. Jordan sees this through the rearview mirror and takes a deep breath, while sinking in his seat. The two girls open the door to backseat while Ken circles his truck to get in the drivers seat.

Female #1: “Hi, your friend is giving us a ride.”

Jordan: “He tends to do that.”

Female #2 to her friend: “Wow they’re cute at least!”

Ken to Jordan: “Sorry bro…I had to. At least they’re going to Vegas too.”

Jordan mumbles: “Just fucking drive.”

Over the course of their drive to Vegas, Ken obviously carries on a conversation with the two females as Jordan tries not to be too much of an asshole. Jordan spends most of his time on his iPhone. The scene fades out as Jordan continues to look miserable.

****


The scene fades in a few hours later as we see Christian Underwood in his office. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. The door opens up and we see Jordan’s security guard, Boomer Banks pushing a wheel chair with Jordan Williams with a huge bandage around his head and full arm casts on both arms and full leg casts on both legs.

Christian rises from his seat as he rolls his eyes and says: “What happened to you?”

Jordan in a gravely voice: “You-is what happened to me!”

Christian: “How? I didn’t do anything to you!”

Jordan: “You booked me in the barbwire match a couple of weeks ago!”

Christian thinks for a second and says: “You got all this…from the barbwire match!?”

Jordan trying to speak in a gravely voice: “Yes!”

Christian lets out a laugh.

Jordan: “This isn’t funny! I should you personally liable for my condition!”

Christian: “Are you kidding me, Jordan? There is nothing wrong with you! Take off the casts and get out of the wheel chair!”

Jordan: “If I could I would! My doctors have advised me to keep the casts on for a long time.”

Christian: “How long?”

Jordan: “A long time.”

Christian: “How long is a long time? Six weeks? Three months? Six months?”

An agitated Jordan: “I don’t know! Stop with the inquisition!”

Christian: “What do you want exactly?”

Jordan who‘s voice is magically back to normal: “What do I want? To show the world what Christian Underwood does when he’s drunk on power! You forced me into a barbwire match. A match that I got all these cuts and scrapes! My own kids don’t even recognize me anymore!”

Christian is smiling from ear to ear as he says: “Oh cut the crap, Jordan! What happened to you man? You use to be honorable! You use to be a stand up guy! Now, you’re just a snake in the grass!”

Jordan: “How dare you question my character! I will not stand…er…sit here while you question my character.” he says as he forces a cough.

Christian: “You’re faking to be hurt…and for what?”

Jordan: “I’m not faking, damnit! These are legit injuries.”

Christian: “If they were legit, why did you compete last night in Japan…helluva match by the way!”

Jordan: “Uh…”

Christian: “Unless that was your twin…lord knows we do not need another Jordan Williams running around.”

Jordan: “What can I say? Miracles happen.”

Christian: “it’s a miracle that you went from competing in a forty minute bout last night to showing up in my office in casts and a wheel chair. So again, I ask, what are you here for?”

Jordan thinks for a moment and says: “Alright, enough with the bullshit.”

Boomer Banks takes off Jordan’s leg casts and then his arm casts, which weren’t even fully cast to his limbs. Jordan stands up and stares down Christian.

Jordan: “You know, Christian…I use to like you. For so long, you were just the Pink Flamingo running around teaming with the Big Pump Poppa or whatever his name was and it was cute. Now all of a sudden, you get some power and you want to throw your weight around. You haven’t shown me an ounce of fucking respect since I got here. You should be thanking Hot Stuff everyday that he coaxed me out of retirement to bring me here…to bring SCW some credibility. I think I’ve done that. It started with Summer XXXtreme, when you knew that was suppose to be my rematch with Nick. Nope, you didn’t want that, you wanted to have things your way and book that six man match instead. Cockblocking me out of my rightful one on one match with Nick. Then you book this Stables War match and then you booked me in the barbwire match. Where’s the heat, Christian? What did I ever do to you?”

Christian: “I’ve never had a problem with you Jordan until you and Mark’s band of merry men started running roughshod over this company. You are not going to create chaos here. The Summer XXXtreme thing, wasn’t a slight at you. It was about giving the fans the best damn main even they could see and I think I delivered that. The barbwire match…I gotta admit. I had some fun with that one. You have a problem with me? That’s fine, but get in line, that line stretches around the block. You maybe a legend, but I don’t need your permission to run my company…now if you’ll excuse me.”

The scene fades out as Christian walks out of his office as Jordan glares at him.

The scene fades in to a shot of Jordan leaving the SCW offices just as the sun is setting. Before Jordan gets in his car, Pussy Willow rushes out to interview him.

PW: “Jordan, if I can get a little bit of your time, I’d like to get your thoughts on the main event of New Years Rising when Nick Jones, Tom Dudely, Goth and yourself take on The New Xtremes?”

Jordan: “Yeah, well…this match is courtesy of that pompous Christian Underwood. He says he makes his decisions for the best interests of the fans…well its funny that this decision he made to book this match will be the worse decision he’s ever made as SCW Boss. You see, he’s lead the lambs to slaughter. While I’m sure the fans will find this match entertaining, I assure you, the New Xtremes won’t. You wanna know why?”

PW: “Sure!”

Jordan: “Because…I think I might let him come out to play…”

PW: “Who? Marauder?”

Jordan puts his fingers to his lips and says: “Shh! He’s telling me something!”

Jordan gets a sadistic smile on his face and nods his head up and down.

Jordan: “He’s begging me to let him out. If I do…hell will have relocated inside that ring. If I do…God will need to have mercy on their souls, because he won’t.”

“Matthew Kennedy, hasn’t your fifteen minutes of fame ran out yet? Jesus Christ! You must like to get your ass kicked. Well, welcome to my nightmare, Kennedy, because I will destroy you and crush the rest of dreams of getting revenge on Hot Stuff!”

“Aleksei Koji, are you ready for war? I know I am. I’ve been in these types of matches before? Have you? You’re stepping into the cage with a GOD! I will bestow you the pleasure of beating your ass for a few minutes, so you can tell your family in the future that you had the privilege of getting beat down by the GOD of professional wrestling, Jordan Williams!”

“My dear friend, Casey Williams! You can’t beat me in a regular match…what makes you think, you and your team can beat my team in a Cage? Trust me when I say this, all your sneak attacks that you and Kain have done to me will not go unnoticed. In fact, you will get your receipt inside that steel cage!”

“Last but not least, Spike Staggs. The Champion! Make no mistake about it Spike, you hold that belt right now because I’ve chosen not to come for it. Trust me when I say this, when I decide to come for my belt, I’ll let you know. For now, you can continue keeping it warm until I’m ready.”

“New Year’s Rising will be the beginning of The Supremacy ruling SCW with impunity forever…and Christian wants The New Xtremes to stop us? I don’t think so. We’ve been toying around with you guys for the past couple of months, but it ends at New Year’s Rising and the New Xtreme’s are put into their rightful place, worshipping the ground that the GOD of professional wrestling walks on! THAT IS ALL!”

The scene fades out as Jordan climbs into his car.

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