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[/url]Rob: “…you told them what!?”
Jordan: “I told him I don’t remember much, but I did offer them an alternative for my lack of knowledge…”
Rob: “And that would be?”
Jordan: “I got good looks…charm and charisma. I can talk anyone into doing anything.”
Rob laughs out loud and says: “Jordan…buddy…have you ever been on an interview before?”
Jordan: “Absolutely not. I had my cherry popped today.”
Rob sighs and then says: “Dude, you got balls I’ll say that.”
Jordan: “Yes I do!”
Rob: “Dude, you can’t walk apply for an executive position-degree or no degree and expect to get hired. Jordan, you have to work yourself up from the bottom.”
Jordan: “Fuck that! I want to be drinking cocktails and smoking my cigars in my office. And possibly getting oral from the secretary.”
Rob again laughs and says: “Buddy, let me tell you…since you’re in New York, stop by my office and we’ll talk some more.”
Jordan: “Okay man, see ya then.”
Rob: “See ya.”
Jordan hangs up the phone as he walks to the curb. The camera fades as he attempts to hail a cab.
The camera fades into a shot of Rob Anderson’s huge office. Rob is wearing a grey suit and black dress shoes. Rob is at his mini bar and pours himself and Jordan a drink. Rob hands Jordan his drink with a smirk on his face.
Jordan curiously asks: “What’s so funny, man?”
Rob takes a sip of his drink then says: “ Nothing…why are you getting a job man? What the hell’s going on?”
Jordan: “I already told you man, we’re moving up here and I need a different challenge. My career is on the down turn, I can’t do it forever.”
Rob: “You said Vanessa’s businesses are doing well and you still got money in the bank from wrestling.”
Jordan: “Right, but what the hell am I gonna do Rob? Sit around and be Mr. Mom? Hell no, I tried that already and it’s not me to sit around doing nothing.”
Rob: “Reopen your school. You did great man. Look at all the people you trained. You took people who didn’t have anything and gave molded them into great wrestlers.”
Jordan takes a sip of his drink while getting an annoyed look on his face and says: “I know, but been there, done that. I don’t have much to give anymore. I’m helping out this young kid Casey…”
Rob cuts off Jordan and says: “So what? You’re Jordan-fuckin’-Williams dude. You want your career to end on this note? Being on a team with a young guy and being an afterthought? What the hell man! You should be the fucking main event every single night in that little fed.”
Jordan: “Oh come on Rob…”
Rob cuts Jordan off: “You shouldn’t have even came back, but since you did you should be the top champ in that territory, not in a team with a young guy. I told you, if you wanted to come back, you should do it in Japan not here. You want to team with a young guy…you are. You’re teaming with Jin (Power Matsuzaka), at least he’s got some fucking clout in the business. He’s dominating Japan!”
Jordan: “I see your point, but I’m giving back to the young guys…make sure the business is in good hands.”
Rob: “Who gives a fuck Jordan. You’re a fucking icon, dude. Look at all the guys who ripped you off. Like I said look at what position you’re in now…”
Jordan cuts Rob off and says: “Yeah okay man. You made your point. Jesus, what’s up your ass today?”
Rob: “Nothing. I’m your friend and I care about you. I hate to see your career end like this in the States, that’s all. Japan’s been good to the both of us. Finish up out there.”
Jordan takes a sip and let’s Rob’s words sink in.
Rob: “Next thing you know, you’ll be wrestling on Indian Reservations in Oklahoma. If you’re going to do something here in the States, do something more worthwhile.”
Jordan: “Like what? Start my own fed and make it into a national powerhouse?”
Rob shrugs his shoulders and says: “I’d bank roll it.”
Jordan: “Shit man…”
Rob: “Jordan, I love you like a brother…fuck it, you are my brother. I never had any brothers and sisters, but you’re the closest thing I have to a brother. I’m trying to help you out. You don’t need to be in the corporate world man. It’s not for you. You said it yourself. You barely did any work in college. You have a great mind for wrestling. Go into a management role”
Jordan: “I wasn’t expecting a lecture when I came here…I had an idea. Why don’t you come out of retirement…The Illuminati can go one more round. Just us two this time.”
Rob rubs his nose and says: “Jordan, look around. I got businesses to run man. I don’t have time to wrestle anymore. I’m responsible for BILLIONS of dollars a day. I don’t ever have an off day, because when I do, its spent traveling to the next thing I have to do.”
Jordan: “I know that and I’m proud of you for it. But shit man, when I retire again from wrestling, it’ll be for good. I don’t want to run a territory or a school. I know I can book some great stuff, but I don’t want to do that shit. So, that’s why I’m doing this, so I can have something to do.”
Rob shrugs his shoulders and looks out his large window and says: “You should stay your lane, but okay. I’ll make a call and get you an executive spot at this firm on the Upper East side. I’m friends with all the partners.”
Jordan smiles and says: “Thanks man, I don’t want to have to work my way up from the bottom.”
Rob: “Well you should, but it’s all good. You’re my friend, I’ll do anything for you.”
Jordan and Rob toast to what Rob says. Rob goes over to the bar and grabs bottle of Bourbon for Jordan and pours it for him. Rob pours himself some Vodka.
Jordan: “Guess I should cancel that other interview.”
Rob nods his head in agreement then asks: “So where you headed after this?”
Jordan: “Amsterdam!”
Rob eyes light up and rhetorically asks: “Amsterdam?”
Jordan: “Yep, going on a European tour. I’ll be going back and forth between here and Europe.”
Rob: “Dude, I need to go with you!”
Jordan: “Okay bro, I gotta leave later on tonight.”
Rob enthusiastically says: “Great! I’m going to get so fuckin’ high!”
Jordan laughs and says: “You can do that here you know?”
Rob: “Yeah, but it’s a burden to smoke here, its legal over there. I’ll have my secretary book us a room, it’ll be great!”
Jordan: “Sounds good.”
Rob: “Besides, I can’t let you fly all the way over there next to all the stinky, smelly strangers.”
Jordan laughs as he takes a sip of Bourbon. The camera fades out as Rob calls his secretary to make reservations for he and Jordan.
The camera fades into a shot the next night at five star hotel in downtown Amsterdam. Inside we hear coughing and laughter. The camera cuts to the dining room area we see Jordan and Rob sitting with two beautiful local ladies as all of them are drinking wine and smoking weed. The group is playing strip poker. Jordan is shirtless, but with his pants still intact. Girl #1 is in her bra and panties. Rob is just in his underwear and girl #2 has her skirt, bra and panties still on. After about thirty minutes, the girls shockingly lose.
Jordan: “I never felt better about winning.”
One of the girls walk over to Jordan and straddle him. Jordan takes a hit off his blunt as the girl starts kissing him on his neck. The other girl grabs Rob by the hand and starts to lead him towards the bedroom.
Rob puts out his blunt as he follows the girl into the bedroom. Rob gives Jordan a thumbs up. Jordan returns a thumbs up as the girl starts to unbuckle his belt.
Jordan: “I can’t do this, I’m married.”
Girl in her thick Dutch accent: “Don’t worry, I take good care of you.”
Jordan raises his eyebrows and just shrugs his shoulders as the girl unbuttons his pants. The camera fades out as Jordan takes a hit and blows out the smoke slowly as the girl starts to “take good care of him.”
The camera fades into a shot the next day during the afternoon time. Jordan is sitting in the living room on a plush couch flipping through the channels. Rob emerges from the bathroom drying his hair as he sits on the coffee table.
Rob: “Damn man, last night was fun.”
Jordan: “Fuck Rob, it was a great time man. I haven’t gotten high in so long bro.”
Rob laughs and says: “I know it man. That girl last night….whew…she was nasty. Damn!!!”
Jordan: “Same with the one I had.”
Rob stops drying his hair and looks at Jordan flabbergasted.
Rob: “Dude…you really did it huh?”
Jordan nods his head in agreement with a grim look on his face.
Rob: “OH MY GOD! You mean to tell me all you needed was to smoke some weed before your conscious slipped away?”
Jordan mumbles: “I’m not proud of it…I feel dirty bro.”
Rob sits next to Jordan and puts his arm around him and says: “Hey man, shit happens, right?”
Jordan says slowly: “Yeah…shit…happens.”
The camera fades out as Jordan stares blankly at the TV as Rob pats Jordan on the back.
The camera fades into a shot backstage at the University of Amsterdam where Jordan Williams is standing next to Pussy Willow for an interview. Jordan has on his ring gear and has his SCW Tag Team Championship wrapped around his waist.
Pussy Willow: “Jordan, first I’d like to ask you what are your feelings on what happened between Spike and Misty?”
Jordan: “You know in wrestling, weddings and birthdays don’t always go according to plan, so I’m not shocked; but I was taken aback by it, for sure. But at the end of the day, I feel for Spike and his family, because no one wants that kind of stuff to happen…especially in front of hundreds of people.”
Pussy Willow: “Two weeks ago, you and Casey Williams became the brand new SCW Tag Team Champions, how do you feel about that?”
Jordan sarcastically says: “Oh I doubted that we would win, I mean look at the teams we were facing.”
Jordan laughs as he looks at his title belt.
Jordan continues: “No seriously, I knew it. You know why? Because I said it was going to happen that’s why. I should be a fortune teller. Those other three teams were good, but my team is better, because I’m on it, it’s that simple. There’s no other way to say it, but this way: When you have me on your side, you’re always going to win. While the other three teams are good, they’re not great. My team is great, because of me. Casey is the Freight Train of Pain…I’m Purely Sexy, the God of professional wrestling and you can’t lose when you have me on your side.”
Pussy Willow: “Well then…tonight you and Spike team up against Rage and Gabriel of the 7 Deadly Sins…”
Jordan in his usual boisterous tone: “The circus is comin to town! I always enjoyed the circus when I was younger. 7 Deadly Sins, you are no Barnum & Bailey I can assure you.”
Pussy Willow: “Jordan, they aren’t a circus act…”
Jordan scratches his head and asks: “Are you sure? I mean my man Gabriel can do all kinds of disappearing acts and tricks. Then he has his clowns aren’t far behind him…hmm…I guess they technically aren’t a circus…I mean I know I’m loopy and as crazy as ever…one too many chair shots to the head…too many concussions, but I could’ve sworn they were the resident circus act in SCW?”
Pussy Willow: “No, they’re not.”
Jordan smiles into the camera and then starts to get serious and says: “Jokes aside, Gabriel I respect you. You seem to be the best of the bunch in your group. I like the fact that you want to use me as a stepping stone; as a measuring stick. You see something Gabriel, I am the man of which all other wrestlers in the world should measure themselves by. Not very many are on my level, but I see great potential in you and I think one day you’ll get there, but guess what? Today’s not that day. I may be a little old…if I didn’t have a bald head, I’d have a few grey hairs, but I’m still at the top of my game. Don’t get that twisted for one second. I’m a world class athlete and I can still do the things I need to do to get the job done inside that ring. You’re a former Heavyweight Champion here and you have my attention, Gabriel. I’m not going to dismiss you like I do most of these other punks in this territory. I’m sure when we’re in that ring tonight, you’ll have the upper hand, then I’ll have the upper hand, but in the end me…my team, we’ll be walking away with the victory, because we’re just a little bit better than you.”
Pussy Willow: “Do you think Spike Staggs will be focused for this match?”
Jordan: “Of course he will. He’s a pro, so he’ll be ready. I’m not worried about that. But, Rage and Gabriel, I hope you’re worried. Spike is a crazy man. He’s going to go ape shit tonight. I can guarantee that. Just a random thought…You guys are the Seven Deadly Sins, well let me tell you something, I’m all seven sins wrapped in one, baby! But anyways, this should be a good match, but tonight I send the circus packing to another town and I mind fuck-the mind fucker, why? Because, I’M TOO GOOD FOR YA!”
The camera fades as Jordan does his double guns pose.
