Parental Advisory Warning: Explicit Content, viewer discretion is advised.
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<p align="right">Location: Inside Mr. Boswell's office

{Day after Mayhem in Morocco - Off Camera}

The moment Travis finished his match against Thaddeus Stone, he caught a red eye back to Las Vegas. Rumor has it, he was meeting up with his lawyer so they can discuss their point of attack with this pending lawsuit from Ryan Seacrest. Lucky for us, we got this shouting match on tape.

Travis: You are not listening to me. That stupid cunt face invited me onto his show.

Mr. Boswell: That doesn't matter Travis. You can't take over a television show.

Travis: It's not my fault Ryan sucks as a television host.

Mr. Boswell: Travis will you stop shouting. This is getting us nowhere.

Travis: Either you get me out of this or....

Mr. Boswell: Or what I'm fired like Don.

Travis: Don't fucking patronize me Boswell. Just get this lawsuit out of my life. Pay Ryan off. Send him a fucking care package. Have Gerald send him a damn sports car on my behalf. Just do something okay.

Mr. Boswell: Do you really want to bribe him Travis? Is that what we are trying to do here?

Travis: You are the lawyer Boswell. You can either find a legal way to get me out of this shit storm or we do things my way.

Mr. Boswell: I don't know Travis. You are in some pretty deep shit at this current point and time.

Travis: Well, you had better start somewhere because Don left on his own term. I have no problem firing you Boswell with no remorse.

Boswell and Travis are still screaming at each other when Shawna Jennings enters the room holding his cell phone in her hand.

Travis: What is it Shawna? Can't you see we are in the middle of something important.

Shawna: I am sorry Travis but I thought this was a little more important than some petty lawsuit from a frivolous man.

Travis: How can it be more important than this?

Shawna: It's about Climax Control and who you will be facing.

A curious Travis glances over at his lawyer before glancing back towards Shawna. He shrugs his shoulder before taking his cell phone and placing it to his ear. Instead of staying in the room, he walks out of it as Boswell plops down in his chair. Shawna follows her employer as he stands in the hallway.

<p align="right">Location: Hallway adjacent to Mr. Boswell's office

The current phone conversation doesn't seem to be a real pleasant one as Travis is close to blowing a gasket. Shawna is closeby to calm any storm that is about to show.

"This is how you reward me after my dominating victory at Mayhem in Morocco."

"....................................."

"What do I get out of this match huh? Tell me, will get close to a title shot?"

"....................................."

"I don't care about those in the main event or those who have proved they deserve to be in the title picture. I am the MUST SEE SUPERSTAR on the entire roster. I am the A List. I am the reason everyone tunes into Climax Control."

"......................................"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you really that stupid?"

"......................................"

"No, you listen bub. I don't share my spotlight with anyone. Why do you think Thaddeus Stone was no match for me? Why do you think this Dark Defender will suffer the same exact fate?"

"......................................."

"I will be there in Algeria but you had best believe the blood loss Dark Defender experiences will be on your hands."

"....................................."

Travis pulls his phone away from his ears as Shawna steps forward a little bit.

"Is everything okay boss?"

"Get Javier on the phone."

He tosses his cell phone toward Shawna while walking down the hallway towards the elevator.

"Why? What is going on boss?"

Travis reaches the elevator, presses the down button and looks back towards his personal assistant.

"I have to be in Algeria."

Without further discussion, Shawna speed dials Javier's number and tells him to get the plane ready. The elevator doors open as Travis is holding them open.

"Are you coming?"

Shawna hangs up after the quick call to Javier and runs toward the elevator. The elevator doors slowly close as Shawna is looking down at her clipboard while Travis doesn't seem to be happy.

<p align="right">Location: Inside Salle Omnisports Hacène Harcha in Algiers, Algeria

{5 days before Climax Control}

The Sin City Wrestling stagehands have been hard at work setting up the ring, the stage and everything that will make Algeria never forget SCW being inside their country. Travis Andrews is standing in the nosebleed section of the arena that Climax Control will be held.

"This is one small arena for Climax Control. I guess we will be looking to get at least 20, 000 fans in this place. Not that it matters to me. Everyone knows that The Phenomenon will give the best match they have ever seen. Dark Defender, what did I ever do to you? Did I fuck your girlfriend? Did I piss in your coffee? Look, saying that you don't like me will not scare me. In fact, I embrace it. I embrace hate from people because everyone thought Stone would beat me. However I dominated his ass.

I watched your match against and you barely beat him. Wow, Dark Defender, you really surprise me. You are so caught up with your own idea about me but you are so clueless. I know exactly what I want in my career. I want to surpass anything my family has ever done in this business. My bloodline is filled with great competitors who were the biggest egomaniacs across the planet. My own father was the most hated man in wrestling. Hell, he had a reputation for being a bastard.

You say I didn't live up to that bloodline. Well, it's obvious that I got you eating out of the palm of my hand. You have fell for the trap and trust me that trap will shut on you. It will cut the blood flow to any portion of your body. I have charisma in fact I have so much of it that you had to mention it. It's nice to know that Dark Defender is acting like everyone else who face me. All they can do is follow the leader.

Tell me Dark Defender, what is your ultimate goal? Is it too sound like some video game voiceover dude who is reading off some undeveloped script? Maybe I should ruin your little plan at eradicating me and turn it around on you. Dark Defender, can you even go toe to toe with someone like me? You nearly got your ass handed to you against Thaddeus Stone. You haven't really been in a top rated match since then. You defeat Steve Ramone but that wasn't really entertaining. I am kind of glad this is the opening contest because everyone will get the must see superstar and the boring Roman Gladiator wanna be.

That is what you are Dark Defender, you are a wanna be gladiator who probably hasn't gotten laid in quite some time. Tell me Dark, how can a man with your physique not have women flinging themselves onto you? Wait, I know why because the moment you open that mouth they scatter. It has to really blow your fucking mind that a guy like me can make you look really stupid."

During that little speech, Travis was walking down the stairs. He reaches the bottom of the arena as he hops over the steel guardrail.

"Dark Defender, I am not going to lie to you. I hate anyone who tries to take my spotlight. I hate someone who tries to turn my history against me. Do you really want to know my history? My older sister doesn't like me because I decided to continue my father's legacy. My own mother has been supportive of me. She has been there for me up until she died from lung cancer. Before you go spewing hot shit about one man's family. Maybe you should know more details. Oh wait, that would require you to use both sides of your brain.

In all honesty Defender, I will really enjoy knocking every single one of your teeth down your throat. I will follow that up with sticking my boot so far up your ass that you'll be barfing up leather for days. You can talk big all you fucking want Defender but can you truly back it up. Each match that you have been in, you just barely won it. Can you be lucky for a third time? or Will your luck finally run out? No matter what fucking happens Defender. Just know that you tangled with The Phenomenon and failed miserably.

The spotlight will belong to me by the end of our match and if you don't like it Defender. Well, DEAL WITH IT.

See you at Climax Control, you motherfucking cum bucket."

"I'm Back" strikes up over the sound system as the sound techs are testing the system. Travis places his signature sunglasses on his face as the scene fades.  

 

Some people are willing to betray years of friendship just to get a little bit of the spotlight.

{Disclaimer: The following contains strong language and a massive ego spike. Viewer discretion is advised}
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LIVE WITH RYAN SEACREST with special guest MR. TNA

The scene opens inside one of a hundred television studios located in Hollywood, California. Cameras travel inside the one studio that is hosting Live with Ryan Seacrest. The rocking live audience is jamming out in their seats as Ryan Seacrest makes his way out onto the soundstage.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another great episode of Live with Ryan Seacrest. I am your host, Ryan Seacrest."

"I'm Back" comes over the PA System as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks onto the set without a single cue. He is flanked by Shawna Jennings and his friend Ralph Lorenzo. The live studio audience is letting Travis know they didn't like it but all that does is make him smile. Ryan is a little shocked by Travis' unexpected arrival onto his show.

"Excuse me, but who do you think you are? This is Live with Ryan Seacrest."

Travis completely ignores Ryan, walks around his desk and sits right down in his chair.

"Listen buster, I will call security to have you removed from my set. I'm sure my producer didn't invite you here. I am going to tell you once more to leave and get the hell out of my chair."

Travis is laughing his head off while he leans back in Ryan's chair. He then props his feet up on the desk while looking at Ryan through his dark sunshades.

"I am going to say it one more time. Get the fuck off my se...."

Travis' personal assistant places a legalize document right in Ryan's face.

"What the hell is this?"

"This document that you are holding says that Mr. TNA doesn't have to adhere to any kind of rule. As for your producer not wanting him on your show, well that was a major misconception. As you can see, he really wanted to be on this show but under one condition."

"This is straight up bullshit. No judge in the world would have signed off on this document. I know what this is, it's a hostile takeover. Well, you will not take over my show."

Travis throws his hands to the side while remaining in Ryan's chair.

"Ryan, are you really that fucking stupid? Do you not see that my people have managed to lock this one soundstage down? This takeover is happening and I will be commandeering your camera crew for the rest of the night."

Ryan takes a look out as the live studio audience has really no idea on what is happening. He takes another glance down at the document in his hand before crumpling it up into a paper ball.

"I don't care what kind of document you have, you will not. I repeat NOT take over my show. I have rights you know. I am going to call the police."

Ralph steps in front of Ryan and cold cocks him across the jaw. Ryan falls down while gripping at his face. Ralph stomps three times on Ryan's phone as Travis just laughs some more. He leans forward while looking around the desk and watches Ryan holding his face.

"Now, why couldn't you have been a good little boy Ryan? All you had to do was stop talking and step to the fucking side. But no, you had to be the little fucking hero for all of these low class yuppies sitting inside this god awful soundstage. I thought the interviewers at SCW were dumb but you take the cake Ryan."

Travis lifts his head back to it's normal position while motioning toward the cameraman to roll the footage.

[REC *]

"Hello, Sin City Wrestling Universe, it is I, Travis Nathaniel Andrews. I am here in Hollywood, California getting some last minute things taken care of before catching the first flight to Milan, Italy. This should be an interesting trip because we are going to be bringing the must see action to the land of fashion and the must see superstar will be headlining this special Climax Control.

This will be my second solo match since signing my contract with Sin City Wrestling. It seems every time I turn around, I am placed in some fucking stupid mixed tag team match. I figured Christian would have got seared into his brain by fucking now. I don't share the SPOTLIGHT. These people inside this soundstage are just pawns in my grand master plan. I aim to take every ounce of aggression I have pent up inside and unleash it all on this pathetic imbecile who calls himself Old Skool."

Travis pauses so he can reposition himself by propping his feet back up onto the desk. One of the studio cameras moves toward the side in order to get a perfect shot.

"Before, I talk about the chump I am scheduled to face. Let me clip the elephant in the room. Thaddeus Stone, last week you came onto my show and tried to be the cool kid on the block. Mister King of Cinema, more like Mister D-Lister. I haven't heard of a single movie you have been nor do I care to sit through 2 hours of pure disgusting filth. I'd rather watch a lion chase down a gazelle. Thaddeus, do you think calling me an asshole is going to hurt me? It seems every fucking rookie reads off the same damn script. Maybe I should have knocked your block off instead of walking away. Then again, I don't need the headache.

Now for the main reason why I am not scoping out all the hot supermodels in Milan. Old Skool, I don't know what you fucking did to piss Christian off but facing me probably won't get you anywhere. Two weeks ago, you got beat by Chris Shipman. That has to feel really pathetic for you. I mean to get beat my a disgusting creep like him but your luck won't get any better. As you can see, I am going to prove to the entire world that THE SPOTLIGHT BELONGS ON ME.

Old Skool, you can call yourself the "Sin-Sational" one till you are blue in the motherfucking face. It won't change a fucking thing. I will still ram my boot so far up your fucking ass that you will either be puking shoe leather or shitting out shoe laces. No matter what fucking happens, you can bet your goddamn ass that The Phenomenon will rock your shit filled world."

Travis turns his head just slightly while keeping his sunshades on his eyes.

I heard Old Skool that you joined this business because of friends right? I also heard that since joining Sin City Wrestling, you haven't done a single thing to make yourself a household name. Right we are doing a tour in Europe but the moment we get back to the states. You will notice a slight change in the atmosphere. First off, these people hate me and I don't care. These people wish I would fall off a cliff but it won't even happen. I already know everyone thinks this match will be a close fight. I would hate to be the spoiler alert. Oh, wait, who the fuck am I kidding? I am the goddamn spoiler alert. The only way you could make this match a close one Old Skool is if you hired a stunt double.

I am looking forward to putting an old relic like you back into the cave you crawled out of. The must see superstar, movie star and now talk show host will bring down the house. The spotlight will shine bright on me and for once, I will accept it. If you don't like me then I got some bad news for you."

Travis sits straight up, quickly removes his sunshades and glares into the camera.

"DEAL WITH IT!"

Travis signals toward his personal assistant while sitting back in his chair.

"Cut the fucking feed"

The screen cuts to static as the scene begins to fade.

 

Travis Nathaniel Andrews is walking around London, England after he and Melody walked out of their first round match with the win. Travis knows that he basically carried the team but he wanted to give Melody sometime to gloat. However when she isn't around he is telling everyone around him that he is the reason they won.

I told you. I told all of you morons out there in TV Land that me, The Phenomenon, would walk out of his debut match victorious. I will give Melody some credit, she managed to hold her own against Delia but let's face it. Melody was just the opening act. Like I said prior to the match, I don't share my spotlight. I haven't since I won my first singles title back in 2006.

It was the biggest night of my life. I was booked to face the Gambling State Wrestling World Champion in a normal match. On paper, I shouldn't have walked out the new champion. The champion at the time was Rick Bisbane. He was a veteran of the game and a former 6 time world champion. Throughout the match, he whipped my ass like I was some kind of government hostage. However he was getting a big head which opened the door for me to strike him with a single knee facebreaker. I followed that up with a quick bulldog before going for the pin.

When I won the championship, I had everyone cheering for me and my old tag partner was really proud of me. The next night out was when everything changed. I blindsided my partner, I outright denied the former champion a rematch and told the world that a new Attitude Era has just begun.

Travis stops just outside of Big Ben as he sits on a concrete bench in front of it.

Today, I use that time in my life as the motivation that I need to continue beating motherfuckers senseless. I mean Steve Ramone wasn't even a challenge for me. Yes, he was a little tough but just like those before him. He joined the long list of those who have been sent to Gambler's Paradise. Some might say that I took advantage of a man who was distracted. Some might say that he didn't see it coming. You want to know my response two those clear cut morons. First off, this is professional wrestling meaning you win at any cost. Second, so what Steve should have remained focused on the match at hand but he fucked himself up.

Now this week, I have to tangle with the current Roulette Champion. A guy who thinks being a "reject" is a something to be proud of these days. Tell me Alex, are you happy with your life? Do you think being a walking picture book is supposed to be cool? I don't care if you are a champion because right now it's about moving on in this tournament. Trust me when I say this, Melody and I will be advancing into the next round. How do I know that? It's simple. I am just better. I mean you just barely won your first round match. You and Jade don't even have chemistry. At least Melody and I are reading the same book. However she is on a different page than I am. Like I said earlier, Melody is just the opening act.

You see, I send her out there to face the other boring female in this match. I let Melody wow the crowd with her cheerfulness. The moment she is finished then she will bring in the real main event of the evening. I don't claim to be the must see superstar on Climax Control. I just know that everyone in the crowd will be on their seats once The Phenomenon enters the ring.

Travis lies down on the bench while rubbing the sides of his head.

Damn, I am getting a fucking headache just talking about these spotlight thieves. I think I figured out my opponents. Alex is supposed to be the sour patch kid while Jade is the comedian. I mean I almost forgot to laugh at you saying that Alex is going to kick my ass. I think you have hit the revolving door that leads into the mental hospital you frequently visit multiple times.

You say I am boring. That is another funny line from the one who is just as bland as corn flakes. You can call me whatever you like Jade but when you find yourself on the losing end this week. Then don't go crying spilled milk. Because this is a fair warning that I plan on winning at any cost.

If you have a problem with Melody and I moving on in this tournament then I have three words for you. DEAL WITH IT.

Travis does his signature smirk before sitting up off the bench. He gets up and walks toward Big Ben as the scene begins to fade.

 

It has been a long time since Wallace Jordan has made an appearance at Hardcore Revolutions. The main pay per view for Southeast Wrestling Association. This year it is being held in the Fox Theatre of Atlanta, Georgia. He is seen walking around the backstage area with his brother in law and best friend Clint Outlaw. Wallace doesn't stop for an interview as he heads for the stage. The music man sees the two Redneck Outlaws and cues up "Pull My Chain" by Toby Keith.

The song comes over the speakers as the crowd is going absolutely crazy as Wallace steps out from behind the curtains with Clint right beside him. Wallace doesn't seem to be in a real good mood as he stops midway down the ramp. The live crowd goes a little silent as he pulls a microphone out from his hip pocket.

Wallace Jordan: Do you know who I can't stand the most these days? Guys who think they are the crown jewel. Watts, you keep saying your better than I am but how can that be. Each time you "confronted" either myself or Clint, you stood right around this spot like a damn coward. Not to mention, you attacked me from behind like a two face loser. Now you are proclaiming at the top of your tar filled lungs that you deserve something better.

Well I agree with you Watts. You do deserve better. You deserve a better ass beating. It is amazing how someone thinks he knows me but you really don't know shit. First off, if you actually took time to read my bio, you would see that I have been this business for years. The first five years of my career, I was the damn measuring stick. Every company I walked into, I faced their biggest dog and made him look like a damn pup. Now, you think I am just going to sit on the sidelines and let you run my family down. Then you obviously need a reality check. Luckily for you, I am sober enough to do just that.

Wallace pauses for a little bit as he continues walking down the ramp. He stops to bend down in front of the ring. He lifts the apron up and pulls out a 16 foot steel ladder. He hands the ladder over to his buddy Clint as Wallace jumps up on the apron. He leans against the ring ropes while looking around at the masses inside the Fox Theatre. He nods his head a little before bringing the microphone back up to his lips.

Wallace Jordan: I look out into this crowd and all I can see are rowdy wrestling fans looking forward to a fight between a loud mouth asshole and a man who loves a good fight. That is something that you have yet to think about Wattie boy. You haven't taking in the account that we are not in your domain nor are we in mine. This here is a straight up grudge match. You are looking to end my career but I am coming to rip your black heart out of your fucking chest. You can smote your chest that you "beat" Clint last week but everyone else saw things a little differently. The way I see it is you got caught with your drawers down around your cotton picking ankles while dropping a massive deuce in the women's outhouse. Clint tried warning you that he has experience but those elaborate elephant ears attached to the side of your head probably hindered your hearing. Or was it that gaping hole in between your ugly mug doing more yapping than you can back up. Face it, you were lucky to walk away with your dignity last week.

This week however the only person who will be highlighted will be the man who decided to screw with the wrong man. You see Mister Reject, I don't rightly care if you find this match to be a waste of time but you can go on and blame everyone under the damn sun if I manage to kick your teeth right into your sinus cavity.

Clint waves at the crowd as he proudly shows off the wounds from last week. Wallace smirks a little before swinging one leg through the ring ropes. He finally enters the ring and stands in the center of it. Clint remains outside on the ladder while playing with the audience.

Wallace wipes his mouth off with the sleeve of his jeans jacket before continuing.

Wallace Jordan: I wonder what it is like to grow up privileged. Andrew Watts believes that since I come from the country that I am an inbred hillbilly. How original! I mean who's playback have you been sampling with those kind of terms huh. That's what makes this match even more interesting. You have a little snot nose brat who probably had everything handed to him without even working for it. He probably had countless amounts of servants, maids and cooks who fed, clothed and waited on your scrawny ass and just like every other spoiled brat. You never once thanked them. Instead you probably abused them kind of like you are doing to your friendships huh.

Now, you probably never came across a man who had to work his ass off to just keep food on his families plate. This man barely made ends meet but he managed to keep clothes on his families back, food on their table and a roof over their head. Do I regret where I come from hell no. I am proud of where I came from and I will be damned if some snot nose bully is going to come in here and strut his tail feathers.

Clint started and I promise you this Wattie boy. The Wild Man will finish what he started. You want to attack from behind like a coward or beat someone down while they are unaware what is going on. Well how will you like it if I do that to you. You don't even have to worry about me attacking you like a damn yellow bellied mule because you will see me coming. I will make sure that what I do to you is up close and personal.

Just so you know what I am saying and can understand it. I will speak in your language. This Redneck will whip your damn rejected ass all day and night. If you think I am going to lie down and let you win. Then you got another thing coming. I may be country but trust me when I say that the beating I give you will be felt WORLDWIDE.

Until then, I will see you at Inception Wattie boy. Try not to look shocked.

"Anything Goes" by Big Smo sounds as Wallace Jordan stares into the camera as the scene slowly begins to fade away.

 

It all begins

"If That Ain't Country" strikes up as Wallace Jordan comes walking down the ramp while holding a bottle of Samuel Adams. He is greeting the fans sitting at ringside while keeping a smile on his face. He is wearing a trucker cap, jeans jacket with a t-shirt underneath it and mud covered blue jeans with boots. He hops up onto the ring apron and stays there for a few minutes. The loud crowd is going absolutely crazy when Wallace enters the ring. He walks right over to Justin Decent and respectfully is handed the microphone. He stands in the center of the ring while wiping the side of his mouth with his jacket sleeve.

For months, I have had people ask me why Wallace? Why would you return to the ring? Why put your family through the agony of watching you get defeated? Do you have a sick pleasure of being everyone's welcome mat? Sometimes, I even ask myself the same questions but there is something within side me that keeps screaming out. That thing is my passion and love for this business. That this is teaching all of those loud mouth bigots earn their stripes instead of talking a good game.

I can see my opponent this week as a problem with us working class types. What? You don't appreciate those who bust their asses to keep your high dollar house something you can live in. I mean we cook, clean, wash and do everything else while you are telling all of your friends how much sweat you give to keep the place looking spotless. No one sees us blue collar types doing your dirty work. Look, mister fancy pants if you don't like facing me then take it up with the management but until then get your head of your ass.

The promo of Wallace's opponent starts to play on the screen as he looks intently. Wallace's eyebrow curls up as his opponent starts questioning his personal life.

You want to question everything that I do huh Sephiroth then let me oblige you with some answers. How do I sleep at night? I sleep like a damn baby. I didn't dream of becoming a 'stepping stone' to anyone but what more do I really want to do with my career. I find people talking about their accomplishments to be nothing but past livers trying to project what they have done into the present. I, on the other hand, don't give two shits about what you have done in your career. All I care about is what you can do right now.

Wow, white trash, what are you back in high school? Listen mister fancy pants, I don't let anyone step all over me. I make sure they earn every thing they get in the end. If it means you win big deal. I don't really care about wins and losses because it's not really about that is it. I have watched Sin City Wrestling and I've noticed that they reward those who give their hearts out for them. They reward those who bust their ass to perfect their in ring abilities. However for me, I can careless how wrestling ability you have in your body. All that matters to me is if you can do one thing. I mean it's so simple that only four words are needed to describe it. What? Are you clueless Sephiroth? Are you surprised that this country boy can actually rip your ass apart.

You can call yourself a god all you want but here in the real world. You are no god. You are just a rich bastard trying to claim yourself to be better. I mean you have done nothing yet for Sin City Wrestling and after Climax Control. You will be sitting back in your high dollar mansion wondering what the hell just happened. Have you figured out those four words yet? Let me educate you Sephiroth. I want to see if you can SHUT UP AND FIGHT. Those four words are all I need to live by. I do want to apologize before hand. I want to apologize for kicking your sorry rich bastard ass all over this ring. I want to apologize for breaking that crow like beak of yours. I want to apologize for being the man who gives you the first loss in your SCW career. Oh, I almost forgot.....SORRY BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK.

Wallace climbs the turnbuckle while still holding the microphone in his hand.

THE WILD MAN is about to GET FUCKING WILD.

"If That Ain't Country" strikes back up as the scene slowly begins to fade away.

 

Preparing the grave

It's the dead of night as Horace Jackson has been in the outskirts of New York City since his plane landed a few days ago. He has been scouting the proper place to begin digging the 12 foot deep hole that shall be used to bury one Bruce Evans. He is kneeling near the perfect spot as he reaches into his jacket pocket.

|| Horace Jackson || This looks to be the perfect place. Now, I should get a hold of the grounds crew that Mack had hired prior to us landing in this pathetic piece of land.

His hand has a grip on his cell phone as he pulls it out. He slides it open, keys in the password and immediately presses talk. He places the phone up to his ear as a dial tone is heard from the other side. The phone begins to ring as Horace begins tapping his foot on the ground. Sounds of life finally come across the other side of the phone as Horace starts the conversation.

|| Horace Jackson || I hope I am not disrupting anything Boris.

|| Boris || Hey boss. No, you aren't disrupting anything. We was just wanting for your call.

Horace can sense that Boris was lying but wasn't going to ream him for it over the phone. Instead he puts it in the back of his mind for the time being.

|| Horace Jackson || I am sure you know that Mack and I are under a tight deadline. Which means get your fucking asses in gear and earn your paychecks. Otherwise, I will sick the juggernauts on you and enjoy hearing the sound of bones breaking over the phone. Now do as I say and get the digging equipment to the location we discussed.

|| Boris || Sure thing Boss. We will be out there in a few......... minutes.

The line goes dead before Boris could finish his sentence. Meanwhile, Mack has joined Horace in the middle of nowhere. Horace is counting the distance from the nearest Oak tree towards the perfect spot for a deep grave. Mack knows that Horace is completely focused on this but decides to question where Horace's head is at right now.

|| Mack Andrews || Is everything alright Horace?

|| Horace || I am just peachy Mack.

|| Mack || Are you sure? Because ever since you lost to Geno Jr, you have been acting very weird lately. Everyone is starting to worry about you. Including your wife. I mean she hasn't seen you in months. Just tell me what is going on inside your head.

Horace stops counting the distance and looks at the oak tree in front of him.

|| Horace || You really want to know what's got inside my head. Well, I will tell you Mack. Idiots in the world are what's wrong with me. People who can't see past their own damn shadows long enough to really know who they are facing. Day in and day out, I have worked my ass off trying to scare the living shit out of those who oppose me but it's time for me to re-examine my own life. That's why I need this match Mack. It's my way of burying all those who have shown me nothing but disrespect since I arrived here in Sin City Wrestling.

|| Mack || Speaking of that, what are you going to do about Bruce Evans? He thinks you could have used his expertise or something like that. He also blames you for the tag title loss. He also thinks you have no idea what it is like to be held down. I think he has smoked one too many bongs in his day but that is just me.

Horace reaches out his hand and places it on the trunk of the tree. He then looks back toward Mack with a sinister glare in his eyes.

|| Horace || Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is like everyone else here Sin City Wrestling. He can't own up to his own failures so he has to push the blame on someone else. Yes, I did get pinned in that match but where were you Bruce? I thought you had my back but clearly you were only looking out for yourself. There was a moment where you could have broke up the pin but of course you had to get lazy. Now you are harping on the fact that I "cost" us the match when like I have said time and time again. If it wasn't for me coming in and saving your ass from the beating Despy and Big B was putting on you. Then we would have lost the match in short fashion. In fact, I believe out of the two of us. I was the dominant force but you can keep up this lovely facade you got going for you right now.

Because, the moment you let your guard down, I will have no problem bursting your so called "legend" facade in front of everyone. It's amazing how you keep saying "Canada" is the greatest country on the planet but how can that be. Most of you Canadians have pea size brains too begin with and I aim to prove it. Actually, you have already proved it for me with your retarded little promo. I mean let's not forget, you were the one who challenged me remember. I just upped the ante. Otherwise, I wouldn't waste my time on someone of lesser talent. I mean this is clearly another way Sin City Wrestling is keeping me out of the title picture. Instead of facing guys who can actually push me, I have to babysit crybabies who come and go as they damn well please.

Wait, you said you've been with this company for three years but you were forced to leave the company. There is something with that statement. If you were forced to leave the company, then that means one of those years is invalid. So you either have your math calculations all mixed up or you are making shit up as you go. Like this crap about you offering to help me. Answer me this question, why would I want help from someone like you? I have more in ring experience than you do. Not to mention, I did something not many people can say they have done here in Sin City Wrestling. I took out two former champions. I mean we haven't seen Joshua Acquin or Andrew Garcia since I faced them. What have you done Bruce?

From where I stand, you are no icon. You are no legend. You are no franchise. I find you to be truly a place mat for me to wipe my feet off before stepping through into actual competition. The reason why you are not an "Icon" is because of how you find it funny from where I am from. ?Now if you actually did your research, you would know I am originally from Texas City, Texas which is a town just outside of Dallas. I moved to San Antonio, Florida after I left the Marine Corps. I currently reside in an undisclosed location in the state of Montana. Unlike you, I like being in a place where no one knows who I am because it gives me privacy. I enjoy my privacy which is why this match is so significant.

A buried alive match is one of the most brutal matches in the world of professional wrestling. It's the match where the one who gets placed in the grave will be taking a private dirt nap for all eternity. How can you teach me a lesson Bruce when you have nothing really to teach me. In fact, I think you had better keep your words soft and sweet because I will make you eat them later. The only career that will be buried for good is your pathetic excuse for one. You can have everyone kiss your feet, wipe your ass and make sure you get lotion rubbed all over you. However, I will show everyone how much of a fraud you really are and trust me Bruce that's a fate worse than death.

You can mock me all you want but all it's going to do is drive the nails deeper into your coffin. In fact, The Underworld will welcome you with open arms. The moment you entire the ground, your body will be ripped apart. Until we meet at High Stakes 4 just know....THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU.

The sound of Boris' voice breaks through the thought process of Horace as he turns toward the noise. The scene begins to fade as he and Mack are pointing at the possible grave location.

 

Cameras fade inside a dark room as a ring of fire provides it's only light source. A man wearing somewhat of a nice suit steps into the shot as soft red lights flicker on. The camera starts at the shoes then slowly tilts up to show Horace Jackson standing there with no smile on his face.

"What in the fucking hell is wrong with you people? You are so caught up with me still being Darth Vader that you seem to miss a very key point. That I haven't used Darth Vader since I came back from that bogus suspension earlier this year. Since that point in time, I have slowly grown tired of the total lack of respect that someone of my caliber has been shown. I have 16 years of experience in this business but I am still getting treated like some god damn rookie. Geno Jr, got fucking lucky last week but this week luck for everyone runs the fuck out."

Horace reaches up and slowly removes his sunshades. His expression still doesn't change as three individuals are kneeling in front of him. Bridgette Jackson walks into the room carrying a twin bladed sword. She gives Horace a kiss on his lips as she turns her head toward the camera.

"You people will be the blame for the total annihilation of your precious Bosom Buddies. I mean those two half wits couldn't fight there way out of a brown paper bag. Let alone fight themselves off a Military base like Ft. Benning. This will mark the beginning of a new era here in Sin City Wrestling. That era will be the dawning of The Underworld reigning supreme. Blaque Heart and my husband will take out the teddy bear talking phony and the dumb one. I mean who in their right mind still thinks my husband is Darth Vader. He hasn't been Darth Vader in months. That goes to show you how much you respect him. You didn't respect him when he was Darth Vader so why did we expect this time to be any different. This week Respect gets beaten into your precious heroes."

"Climax Control 96 will be the night The Empire finally gives out the final salute of friendship. Because after tonight, the only thing The Empire gives out will be beatings. No one will be safe from the terror that will be The Empire. Bruce Evans spoke the truth and I will continue to fight the good fight. My fight is about respect. I demand respect since I am an in ring veteran. With how I have been treated around here, it's doesn't seem like that. Bun B is so retarded that he needs his cousin Nick to do all the talking for him. Makes me wonder if Bun B even has a functioning brain in between his ears. He thinks he is the biggest monster in this match. I guess he hasn't seen me in that ring. I am nearly 7 feet tall and weigh over 300 pounds. Your partner is a complete loon who talks to a fucking teddy bear.

Listen Despy, your run as tag team champions come to a fucking end as Bruce and myself will take them off you. I don't know how simple I can make it just so you can understand it. Both of you guys are the reason why, this business is slowly going down the fucking drain. Back in the day, brains actually mattered but I guess that is just to much to ask for these days. The Empire will rise through the fire and burn you boys to the fucking ground. The Underworld will gladly welcome to lost sheep into the very burning pits.

Bun B you will be the reason why your team finally loses those tag belts. Just know boys, THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU."

Horace walks out of the shot as three bodies are left inside the ring of fire. The scene slowly fades to black.

 The sound of a truck barreling down the road echoes through the rural part of Tornado Alley. A metal gate finally comes into view as a hidden driveway appears off the highway. The truck turns onto the hidden driveway as the gate opens by itself. The truck continues down the dusty road as the man finally looks into the rear view mirror. The eyes of Mack Andrews pierce through the light tinted sunglasses as he comes to a stop. He hops out of the truck as Horace Jackson is standing outside of an old wooden shack.

"How did she ride?" asks Horace as he and Mack shake hands. "She rode very smoothly but I made sure no one followed me," Mack answers as they look back at the dust covered truck. "That is good. We can't have anyone know what we are up to," retorts Horace as they turn away from the truck. Horace walks up to the front door of the shack. He gives the door four knocks before being let inside the shack.

"Wow, you have been really busy lately. Did you give Electra the note?" asks Mack while they walk down the corridor. "That is the first thing on my list. Hopefully I can persuade Joshua Acquin to join us as well. Who knows I might be able to get other people to see our side. If we want to take control of this company then we need to start recruiting," he answers as Mack is nodding in approval. They stop dead in their tracks when Bridgette and Vivian are seen walking towards them. "What you boys talking about?" Vivian asks them while wrapping her arms around Mack's neck.

"Oh, we are just talking about how Josh doesn't chance against your brother in Yuma, Arizona," Mack sheepishly answers Vivian while disguising what they were really talking about. "Is that so Mack? Horace, what were you really talking about when we walked up?" Bridgette questions her husband with a curious look plastered on her face.

"Mack is telling the truth. Joshua Acquin made his bed when he blindsided me after my match with Andrew Garcia. The funny thing is he has yet to do anything about what I did to him the past two weeks. I guess he realized that I am not going to go away that easily. I took out Andrew Garcia and now I will look to take out Joshua Acquin. He doesn't stand a chance against me. The Darth Knight is coming to bring his poor soul down to the bottomless pit. The Empire Salutes you Mr. Acquin," Horace answers his wife as he and Mack gives them each a slight kiss. They then move down the hallway as the room begins to fill with darkness.

(OOC: i am sorry for the short rp. I had writer's block this week. I promise to have a better one up for the next deadline)

 {WARNING: A small glimpse of graphic violence and some very strong language is ahead. Viewers and readers discretion is highly advised}

We return to the homestead of Horace Jackson located somewhere in Texas. Horace and his wife Bridgette are sitting on their front porch. He is drinking a glass of Mike's Hard Lemonade and Bridgette is drinking some water. They are talking about all the things that happened in the last few months.

Bridgette: This has been one crazy summer babe.

Horace: It sure has honey. First, I become #1 Contender for the Roulette Championship but I almost lost that opportunity.

Bridgette: What would you have done if Erik Staggs or Tony didn't come through with their promises?

Horace: I don't want to even think about that right now.

They continue to talk about the summer when Vivian walks out from the house with her eyeliner running down her face. Bridgette is the first to notice and immediately jumps up to her feet. She then wraps her arms around Vivian and sits her down on the porch swing.

Bridgette: What's wrong Viv?

Vivian: fighting back tears Al is wanting a divorce.

Bridgette: Why is he wanting a divorce?

Vivian: Because I pay more attention to my big brother than him. At least that is what he wants me to believe. I think it could be something else.

Horace doesn't say a word as he gets up from his seat. Vivian stands up as well and wraps her arms around him. He kisses the top of her head til he sees Al walking toward his truck. Horace puts his arms down as he hops off the porch. Al sees Horace coming towards him but doesn't stop from chucking his luggage into the bed of his truck. Horace finally walks up to Al and throws his arms over the edge of the truck bed.

Horace: Al, what is going with you and my sister? You two were really happy together. We have been best friends for at least 8 years. What gives?

Rabid Al: I just got tired of your sister's constant mood swings. She's always talking about you and I'm sick of it. I want to know Horace. How long are you going to keep the wool over everyone's eyes? We both know it's only a matter of time before you resort back to the condescending ways. Those retarded idiots in Sin City Wrestling will soon find out that you are nothing but a joke. Just like your stupid sister. Luckily, I have myself a perfect backup plan.

Horace shakes his head before slamming his hands against the truck edge. The sound startles Al as he looks over toward Horace.

Horace: You know, I should have known a guy like you couldn't stand playing second fiddle. I am intrigued though about what you just said. What is this backup plan?

Rabid Al: I have been seeing a few girls here and there while you were on the road. Turns out they want to move in with them. I am going to be surrounding by beautiful women and I don't need to be married for this kind of fun.

Horace: So you are cool with throwing 5 years of marriage to my little sister down the drain. I got to say Al, I never in a million years would have saw this coming but then again you never did have my back.

Rabid Al: Your sister is nothing but a spoiled little bitch. I only married her to get her to leave me alone. Do you know how easy it has been for me to fool around on her? It's like taking candy from a baby. Horace, I hope Andrew Garcia rips your fucking head off your shoulders. He may just finish what that fucktard Equinox started a few weeks ago.

Horace: You know something Al, I got a going away present for you.

Rabid Al: You do? What it is Horace?

Horace: This!

Horace sticks his hand out to shake Al's hand which he graciously accepts. Al turns away from Horace hoping he would let go. Instead, a sinister smile comes across his face as he looks into Al's eyes. Al doesn't know what is going on til Horace pulls him in for a hard clothesline. He falls to the ground with a thud as Horace holds onto the edge of the truck while driving his boots into the muscular sternum of Al. Al starts grunting in pain as he trips Horace down. Al rolls over onto his stomach before pushing himself back up to his feet. Horace is on a knee as Al charges at him. Horace catches him by the head and drives him face first into the finder. Al grabs at his face as Horace drives him head first into the truck again. A decent size dent is visibly seen as Al starts fighting back. He goes to whip Horace into the side mirror but Horace reverses it sending Al face first into the side mirror. Horace charges at Al and kicks his head nearly through the passenger window. Al slumps down as blood starts trickling down the back of his head. Shards of glass are stuck inside his flesh as Horace kneels down to look into Al's eyes.

Horace: I guess you forgot about how protective I am over my little sister. Did you really think I wouldn't kick your head off after that comment you made about her? Then you obviously don't know me at all. Now get your ass off my property before I have your ass carried off.

Rabid Al: Spits some blood out of his mouth Go fuck yourself.

Horace stands back up and takes a few steps back. He charges full speed and strikes Al with a hard knee to the head.

Horace looks down at a completely unconscious Al before walking away from the scene. He begins to chuckle as the flashbacks of last Climax Control starts flooding inside his mind. The open challenge from Andrew Garcia is played over and over again like it was a soothing sound. He comes to a break in his fence and throws his arms over the top of it.

Andrew Garcia, you have to be either the bravest son of a bitch on the entire SCW Roster or you are just another lackey who kisses Mark Ward's ass. Tell me something Andrew, when you said HSI is a family. What kind of family are we talking about here? Are you like the Manson family? Are you like the family in the Devil Rejects? Come on tell me Andrew, what kind of family are you really? Do you have family dinners and talk about the sunsets? If I were to answer that question for you Andrew then I would call your so called "family" unit another Manson style family.

What do I mean by that? Well, let me explain or give you a history lesson. Charles Manson is one of the world's most notorious crime bosses who worshiped the devil in every fashion. He brainwashed those who followed him into murdering people, kidnapping kids, molesting small children and evening wanting them to commit mass suicide. That is the same thing I have seen with the HSI. Mark Ward uses people like you Andrew Garcia all because he needs people to whip his ass. The moment you opened your mouth, made this ridiculous challenge and decided to over think this destroying me bit. Garcia, you can call yourself this "Orange Hulk" all you want. Because it doesn't really matter what color you want to be called. In the end, the one color that matters is if you bleed crimson red.

The Underworld is screaming out for new blood to be shed and more bones to grind into dust. The Hulk may seem to be invincible but The Soulless One believes that you are beatable. You are running into your own demise and yet you still have no real idea. Equinox got real fucking lucky with that shit of a match. He knows deep done that I could have destroyed him. Now I must channel my frustration by busting your ass open. You run that mouth so damn much Andrew but the moment someone calls you out on your incoherent babbling you screw yourself over.

It's about that Andrew when you dust off those pathetic orange boots, strap on your orange singlet and prepare for a one on one contest that can change your life. Recently, you have transitioned into a tag team wrestler which means Andrew you probably can't last at least 5 minutes with The Soulless One. The Underworld is still coming to Sin City Wrestling. With this new establishment, I want to wish you the best of luck. I just have one final thing to say, THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU.

Horace turns around from the fence and walks back toward the house. The scene fades as Vivian gives her older brother a hug.

 {Late Night with Quentin Journeymen}

Back in the states, Horace Jackson is getting prepped for his first televised sit down interview since he won the CWF World Heavyweight Championship. The floor director is making sure Horace knows when he is supposed to get on set. The cameras turn toward the set as up coming comedian Quentin Journeymen is getting ready to start his show.

Quentin Journeymen: Welcome everyone to Late Night with me, Quentin Journeymen. I am so excited about tonight's show because we have current SCW superstar Horace Jackson with us. He will be here to talk about his career, his family and what he looks to accomplish with Sin City Wresting. Before we bring him out, I just want to give you people some great words of encouragement. My first word of encouragement is if life gives you lemons then you should make lemonade. However you try to find someone with vodka and have a party. Now we all know the saying, "behind every good man is an even greater woman." Well I heard the other day, "Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes."

The live studio audience lets out a laugh as Quentin joins them with a few chuckles of his own.

Quentin Journeymen: Coming up next we will be having a sit down chat with Horace Jackson so stay tuned.

They cut to a Verizon Fios commercial as the floor door is working diligently to get Horace Jackson on the set. Quentin comes over and shakes Horace's oven mitt like hand which is covered by the glove. Quentin gets back in position behind his make shift wooden desk as the floor director signals to start.

Quentin Journeymen: Welcome back to the most rocking Late Night show on cable television. Now, it is time to bring out our guest at this time. He is a veteran in the squared circle and he is now trying to resurrect his career as the newest superstar in Sin City Wrestling. Please give a warm welcome to Horace Jackson.

Horace Jackson walks out wearing his Darth Vader costume as the crowd is giving him a standing ovation. He waves to the crowd from the set as he takes a seat beside the desk.

Quentin Journeymen: Horace, welcome to the show it is a pleasure for you to be here.

Horace Jackson: Thank you for having me Quentin and it is my honor to be on your show.

Quentin Journeymen: Before we get in to your upcoming match in Cape Town, can you tell us a little about your background? Why did you get into wrestling?

Horace Jackson: I am originally from Texas City, Texas where I lived with my parents till I was 18 years old. I got my education from Texas City and even met my wife there as well. I got into wrestling probably three months after I enlisted into the U.S. Marine Corps. My father was a world renown wrestler and he drilled it into my head that I would follow him. Well, I wanted to do something different with my life so I became a Marine. After a couple tours in Iraq, I decided it was time I followed my father's footsteps.

Quentin Journeymen: Was it hard to live up to the family name?

Horace Jackson: Not really, my father was your typical bad guy. He did a lot of despicable acts inside the ring when he was wrestling and I didn't want to go down that road. I feel that if you have to cheat to win then you are only cheating yourself.

Quentin Journeymen: Why do you say that? A lot of wrestlers cheat to win, do you have a problem with their style?

Horace Jackson: I believe you misunderstood me Quentin and I am sorry that I didn't make it clear. If you are okay with cheating to gain a victory then more power to you. I believe that if you have to resort to those kind of tactics then you really don't deserve to win anything. Let's say, Ron Doe was trying to tell everyone that he could beat anyone with his skills but he decided to cheat to win. Then that makes him look like a major fool. If you say you can beat someone then prove it. Anyone can swing a steel chair to win a match but no many people can wrestle a straight up match.

Quentin notices the wrap up signal as he nods in approval.

Quentin Journeymen: Dang, we are out of time Horace but I wish you luck against Crash and Wrath. Ladies and gentlemen you can catch Horace, this Sunday on PPV as SCW presents Chaos in Cape Town. This has been Quentin Journeymen and I say good night everybody. Keep calm and Journey on peace.

Horace and Quentin shake hands again as he walks off the set. He gives back his microphone as he leaves the studio. Horace walks down the road as he stops near a covering.

{The Match Breakdown}

Horace stays under the covering as it's the only source of light in the dead of night. He looks around, picks up a rock and marks a single straight line on the brick wall behind him.

Horace Jackson: In just a few days, the match most people have billed a possible sleeper match will take place. Now, I will be back in Cape Town before then but I decided to stay right here in the States to give you guys my breakdown of this match.

Horace marks a second straight line next to the first line.

Now, I normally wouldn't be upset about my opponents being silent but this is straight up embarrassing. Now, I understand you both are probably intimidated at the sight of me but I told you already. Don't let this mask fool you. I am a strong competitor who can give both of you a chance to prove that you are worth all the hype.

Let's take a look at Crash first. You come on the scene and break all the barriers. What happened Crash? I really hope you are not scared of me. You don't look like the kind of person who runs from anything. You are a high flying daredevil with very little regard for your body. I respect that, I really do but I wonder if that is a good thing. I am a risk taker but I also am a smart wrestler.

Wrath, what more can be said? You truly believe your own hype well I wonder if the HSI gives prizes to those who come up short. It may be your destiny to win this match Wrath but in reality it will be the Beast from the Southeast who walks out the victor.

Fellas, I can't help how the fans feel in this match. It's like I always said, the fans will like who they want and there is nothing we can do to change that. The Empire will be rising at Chaos in Cape Town and the fans are ready for it. The Dark Side will take control of the Roulette Championship one day and the fans will be wanting it. The fans have been begging for a real hero to step out from behind the glass curtain to combat the evil entity that is Hot Stuff International. Seeing how I am facing the foot soldier in Wrath it looks like I will be one up on all of them.

I am not taking anything from you Crash but I just feel you are not taking this match seriously. The fans love you and they will always love you. They will go absolutely monkey jar crazy when we finally hook it up in the ring. They will be standing on their feet in aw to see their heroes battling it out for ring supremacy but don't take this wrong. I will gladly shake your hand whether I win or lose.

I believe I have said all that I needed to say on this match. The next time I will be talking with my hands and feet. The Dark Side will be handing out glands and busting out teeth. Wrath and Crash, The Empire will compensate for your demise. Just remember THE FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE.

Horace Jackson walks back into the dead of night as the scene fades.