[Jordan Williams]

 

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“I met this kid in Japan during the show when all the top four promotions held the benefit for the tsunami victims. He was in the Junior Heavyweight showcase match and he blew me away. After the event, when we were all going to the bus, he came up to me asking me to critique his match. I told him there wasn’t much to critique because he was so good. I asked him how long he’d been wrestling and he told me for only two years. It threw me for a surprise, he had the poise of a veteran. His name is “The Buzzsaw” Quincy Moss. He's from Brooklyn. After talking with him all night, come to find out he was a big fan of mine growing up and that he wrestles locally in New York and New Jersey. He invited me to a show in Jersey tonight, so that’s where I’m headed.”

The scene opens up to a high school in Rahway, New Jersey. It’s after the show and Jordan Williams is congratulating all the wrestlers on a great show. All the wrestlers, referees and management all come up to Jordan and shake his hand and thank Jordan for coming out in support and advice.

The promoter comes up to Jordan, give him a firm hand shake and says: “Somehow word got out that you would be here and this was the biggest gate we’ve done.”

Jordan looks confused and says: “I wonder why. I didn’t even go out there.”

Promoter: “Yeah, I know, but maybe the thought that you might?”

Jordan: “Maybe!”

Promoter: “Thanks again for everything, we appreciate it so much.”

Jordan: “No problem.”

Promoter: “Any chance we can book you in a match?”

Jordan thinks about it for a second, then says: “We’ll see. I’m away from home as is, but if you do book me, I want him.” he says as he points at Quincy Moss.

Promoter: “You got it, anything you want!”

Jordan nods his head in approval as the promoter is beaming with pride as he walks off. Quincy walks up to Jordan.

Quincy humbly says in his New York accent: “Are you sure you want to wrestle me? I’m not even on your level.”

Jordan: “I was taught, the only way you get better is being in the ring with someone better than you…So, if I get a free date, we’ll make this match happen, bro. Like I’ve been telling you, you have star potential. I’ll help you get noticed anyway I can.”

Quincy: “Oh no, Mr. Williams, you don’t have to do that…”

Jordan cuts him off and says: “I do. I know you won’t be unknown for long, because you’re talented as hell, but it won’t hurt to get help.”

Quincy: “I…I…don’t know what to say. I mean you’re a fuckin’ legend, man…I grew up idolizing you, and now you; Jordan F’N Williams wanna help me? This is surreal!” he says with a gleam in his eyes and a big grin.

Jordan: “Don’t worry about it, homey. I gotcha.”

The scene fades out as Jordan and Quincy walk out to the parking lot.

The scene opens up to Jordan’s house later on that night as Jordan and Vanessa are sitting in the bed. Vanessa is wearing pink silk pajamas, reading “50 Shades Of Grey”. Jordan is wearing no shirt and a pair of plaid boxer briefs, reading Sports Illustrated on his iPad.

Vanessa: “My father wants to speak with you tomorrow at the shop."

She’s referring to her father’s Pawn Shop.

Jordan snickers, then says: “Why? So him and his mob buddies can cut me up in the basement?” he says sarcastically.

Vanessa gets a half smile on her face then says: “No! Why do you have to be like that?”

Jordan: “Like what?”

Vanessa: “Sarcastic…”

Jordan raises his eyebrows and says: “I don’t trust him. I’ve told you that a million times.”

Vanessa: “He’s not going to do anything. He’s harmless. He just says those things as a defense mechanism.”

Jordan: “Whatever…Well, did he say what’s it about?”

Vanessa: “No, just said he wanted to talk to you.”

Jordan scratches his head, then says: “I guess.”

There is an awkward silence in the air for a few seconds.

Jordan: “So, that book any good? I keep hearing about it and people asking me if I’ve read it.”

Vanessa: “Yes, I love it!” she says overenthusiastically.

Jordan: “Whoa! Little excited, huh?”

Vanessa: “In more ways than one!”

Jordan looks at Vanessa with a weird look on his face and says: “Vanessa Annabella Sambora-Williams! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth!”

Vanessa: “What!? Christian is such a hunk!”

Jordan: “Hunk!? Who the hell says that anymore!?”

Vanessa: “The things I’d do to him!”

Jordan’s eyes bug out and he says: “Oh my god! You need to be committed!”

Vanessa: “You’re jealous!”

Jordan: “Of what? A fake character? You have got to be kidding me! Besides, Christian ain’t got shit on me!”

Vanessa: “You are!”

Jordan starts stumbling over his words: “Wha…what? Look, I don’t know what the big fuss is over this guy. I’m more man than he’ll ever be…because I’m real, damnit! Real, I say!!!” He says excitedly, but defensive.

Vanessa: “Well if he walked through that door, all I can say is have a nice life, honey! I’d be all over him!”

A shocked Jordan says: “What the hell happened to my wife! You don’t speak like this!”

Vanessa: “You can even watch!” she says as Jordan looks at her with disdain on his face!

Jordan puts his hand on her forehead to check her temperature: “Are you sick? You must be; talking like that!” he says with sweat beads on his head.

Vanessa: “Hmmm…the thought of me being with someone else-even if he’s a fictional character is driving you nuts, huh?”

Jordan: “You GOD DAMN RIGHT!” he yells.

Vanessa: “Shush! The kids are sleeping.” she says with a smile.

Jordan: “I don’t give a fuck! You‘re all mine! I‘m not sharing you with anyone…real or fake!” he says as he folds his arms together like a child.

Vanessa: “It’s funny, I have to share you…at least I don’t act on my intuitions.”

Jordan quickly says: “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that! Troll!”

Vanessa: “I’m a troll…yet you get other women pregnant!”

Dead silence and tension fill the air after that statement.

Jordan calmly states: “Let’s not do this tonight. We’re suppose to have a nice, quiet evening.”

Vanessa, obviously perturbed, shakes her head and says: “I look like a fool to other people. My friends ask me how can I keep putting up with you…It’s embarrassing!”

Jordan: “Well, she…”

Vanessa cuts him off and says: “I have no problems with the fact that you have a child with some one else prior to us being together…” she’s referring to Jordan’s son, who lives in Puerto Rico. “I know you’re a weak minded person, I know you have cheated on me on multiple occasions...hey you’re a great looking guy, with a great body, I see why women would throw themselves at you and again, you being weak minded, I can see your point of view of caving in every now and then. But THIS!? You getting another woman pregnant is disgusting!”

Jordan takes a deep breath and says: “I know, I mean I’ve apologized from here to the moon…”

Vanessa: “Sorry won’t cut it, Jordan. You’re going to see a therapist. It’s either that, or as much as I don’t want to, I will divorce you. I believe in the sanctitiy of marriage and family but you have some serious psychological issues you need to work out. Your actions show me that you don’t want to be married. So, we’ll go to marriage counseling as well…”

Jordan cuts her off and says in an irate tone: “We don’t need to go to counseling! There’s nothing wrong with the marriage. There's nothing wrong with you. It’s the fact that I’m a fool. I don’t know any other way to put it. I’m the problem.”

Vanessa: “So you’ll go to counseling?”

Jordan: “Well, I don’t want to, but if it’ll help things…I suppose.” he says while clearly irritated.

Vanessa: “Good. We’ll call around and find you a good therapist. And us.”

Jordan shakes his head no and says: “No, we don’t need that shit. I’ll go by myself-albeit kicking and screaming, but I didn’t do what I did because I’m unhappy with you, its because I make bad decisions.”

Vanessa: “We’ll see about the marriage counseling, but you’re definitely going!”

Jordan just shakes his head at the thought of going to see a therapist. Again, there is an awkward silence in the air.

Jordan: “Not that it matters to you or whatever, but…she lost the baby.”

Vanessa glares at Jordan as he shrugs his shoulders as the scene fades out.

“I don’t know what Sal wants to speak to me about, but I’m prepared to for anything. I’m wearing my suit, so I have my gun hidden in the shoulder holster. I know it seems extreme, but I don’t trust this dude, for real. He does hang out with a lot of mob guys, and for all I know, he could send them to do away with me. Maybe I’m paranoid, but when I don’t trust someone, I go all the way to protecting myself…especially when it’s something as random as this.”

The scene fades into Jordan parking his car in the front of Sal’s Pawn Shop. Jordan gets out of the car with a cigar dangling off his lip, closes the door and adjusts his suit. Jordan takes a last puff of his cigar before discarding it on the ground. Jordan walks into the shop, as it makes a little sound to alert Sal when a customer has arrived. Sal emerges from the back with a smile on his face.

Sal: “Jordan! Glad you can make it, pal! Come on in the office!”

Jordan nods his head as he walks past the counter while looking at the items Sal has. Jordan enters Sal’s office where Sal is sitting behind his desk. Also there, is Vanessa’s brother, Joey sitting in front of Sal. Inside the small office are pictures of the entire Sambora family, Frank Sinatra, and pictures of Vanessa and Jordan‘s kids. Jordan gazes at the wall that’s covered with pictures and looks impressed.

Sal, with a big smile on his face, says: “Have a seat!”

Jordan looks uneasy as Sal has never been this nice to him before. Jordan sits in a green plastic chair, made to sit outdoors.

Sal: “Sorry for the piss poor accomadations. This isn’t exactly an office inside one of them skyscrapers in the city!”

Jordan: “Not a problem.” he says as he adjusts his suit jacket.

Sal: “You remember Joey, right?”

Jordan: “Yeah…”

Joey and Jordan share a handshake as Joey says: “How ya doin’?”

Jordan: “Hey Joe, how’s the club?”

Joey gets visiblyupset as Jordan mentions his night club. Jordan waits for an answer as Sal pulls out some papers in his desk.

Sal: “I bet you’re wondering why I called you in here, huh?”

Jordan snickers a bit then says: “Yep. I couldn’t sleep much last night, because I was wracking my brain with what you could possibly have to say to me.”

Sal: “Relax, it’s not like, I’m going to whack ya!” he says with a laugh.

Jordan: “Right.”

Sal: “I mean, I have plenty of cause to! But anyways, I have a business proposal for you.”

Jordan: “Um…okay…”

Sal: “You see, my son Joey, is like his old man! And you for that matter, from what I hear from Vanessa. We’re all degenerate gamblers, am I right?”

Jordan: “Yeah, I guess you can say that.”

Sal: “Guess? Vanessa told me you blew fifty-grand in a weekend in Vegas!”

Jordan: “A night…fifty grand a night.” he says uncomfortably.

Sal’s eyes bug out as he laughs, then says: “Jesus Christ! Well, my son and I aren’t so blessed with that kind of cash…”

Jordan: “I worked hard for that money. Broke a lot of bones, bled a ton for that money. I earned every penny.”

Sal: “You’re god damned right you did!”

Jordan gets very suspicious and says: “I know this is the longest we’ve spoken to each other without us getting into an altercation. So, if you don’t mind, Sal. I’d like to know what the hell this is about.” he says impatiently.

Sal nods in approval, then says: “Okay, let’s cut to the chase. Joey over there, owes some people a lot of fuckin’ money. Big bucks. If he doesn’t come up with the money, he gets his club taken from him and possibly, end up dead. I don’t wanna lose my son, but if his ass didn’t mismanage the fuckin' money and paid what he owed, we wouldn't have this problem, huh Joe?”

Joey just rolls his eyes and mumbles: “Sure.”

Sal: “We don’t get along so well do we Jordan?”

Jordan: “Obviously.”

Sal: “So, what I’m proposing. You wanna smooth things over between the two of us. You wanna start over? You come in and pay his debts off and he’ll sign the club over to you and things between us are great. Everything in the past, is water under the bridge!”

Jordan smiles as he takes a few beats to think about things.

Jordan: “I don’t know…” Jordan pauses, then he busts out into laughter that he tries to stifle.

Sal and Joey look at each other with perplexed looks on their faces, then Sal says: “What’s so funny?”

Jordan: “In essence, you want me to buy your affection?”

Sal: “If you want to put it that way…”

Jordan: “I’ll do it under one condition…I get this shop too.”

Sal gets a look of outrage on his face, then says: “You are fuckin' kiddin' me! This fuckin' guy!? The balls you have!”

Jordan: “Hey, you can still run it, but on paper, I’m the owner.”

Sal: “No way!”

Jordan shrugs his shoulders and says nonchalantly: “Okay, I won’t do it. I don’t care if I feud with you until I die.”

Jordan stands up and goes to walk out the office when Sal says: “Sit back down.”

Jordan has a cocky smirk on his face as he sits back down.

Sal: “Look, I don’t care if we’re at each other’s throats either. Don’t think I don’t know about that broad from London and you getting her pregnant, you bastard!”

Jordan shakes his head and says: “Okay…”

Sal: “One button I push, that’s all it takes and you’ll be off the face of this earth. I’m tired of you hurting my daughter!” he says sternly.

Jordan takes a deep breath, then says: “Well, then, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do then. But that doesn’t change the fact that you have a son who is up to his eyeballs in gambling debts, now does it? Not to mention the drug habit he has...you didn't think I knew about that, huh? And, don’t think I don’t know about your own debts, Sal. This shop isn’t doing so well, huh? You’re behind on your payments...credit card payments and mortgage, aren’t you? So, I pay off his debts, your debts and I get full ownership and management responsibilities of the club AND I get your shop. It’s your call, Sal. You’ll still run this shop, and you get ninety-nine percent of all profits. I’ll put Joey on the pay roll at the club. Sounds like a great offer. You can’t lose. I’m not going to beg you to take this offer.”

Sal and Joey look at each other for a few minutes as Jordan sits in his chair with a big smirk on his face.

Sal shakes his head and mumbles: “You got a deal.”

Jordan cups his ear like Hulk Hogan and says: “Say that again? I didn’t hear you.”

Sal clears his throat and says: “You got a deal. Don't rub it in.”

Jordan: “Great, we’ll get the papers drawn up to make it official. You’ll have your money in forty-eight hours.”

Jordan stands up as does Sal and Joey, whom look dejected. Jordan shakes their hands.

Jordan to Sal: “Clean slate?”

Sal gives a half smile, then says: “Clean slate.”

Jordan nods his head as he begins to walk out of the office as the scene fades out.

The scene opens up to the Santa Cruz Fairground in Santa Cruz, California during the afternoon. Its about four hours before the start of the show as Jordan Williams pulls up to the wrestler’s entrance in his rental car. Jordan grabs his duffel bag out of the passenger side as he gets out of the car. Jordan closes and locks the doors as Pussy Willow walks up to him.

Pussy: “Jordan, tonight, you’re teaming up with Lucas Darby and Bo Dreamwolf to take on Kain, SCW Champion Rage and your new BFF, Nick Jones, in a huge main event! Can we get your comments on this gigantic main event?”

Jordan adjusts his sunglasses as he drops his duffel bags, then says: “You couldn’t even wait for me to get to the back, huh?” he asks rhetorically with a smile on his face. He continues: “I like how you threw in that Nick and I are BFFs. It’s not so much that we’re best friends, there is a mutual respect for one another, honestly. We respect each other’s abilities in that ring and he’s saved my ass a few times from that punk ass, Kain. As a matter of fact, Kain, let me start with you. You’re starting to become a thorn in my side! Jesus, dude, all you do is sneak attack people. One day, we’ll go one on one, and then, I’ll give you an up close and personal ass kicking. Tonight and then at Summer XXXTreme, I’ll be doing it intermittingly. You want to get at me so bad, one day soon, jackass, you’ll get yours!

Rage, I’ll give you props, you retained your belt last week against Bo. My hats off to you. However, don’t get comfortable with that title, man. Take all the pictures and videos you can with that belt, because you’re just keeping it on ice until Summer XXTreme, when I take that title. But tonight, you’ll get a taste of what I’m about!

One last thing, Nick. While we have an agreement to watch each other’s back, tonight, we’re opponents and me being the competitor that I am, I want to win, so if I have to take you out to win the match tonight or at the super card, you better believe I will, friend. But if you can indulge me, It has to be said!”

Jordan pauses for a minute and says: “Never before has two forces in the universe so powerful have been on the same side!” Jordan starts speaking in a raspy voice, ala “Macho Man” Randy Savage: “OOOH YEAH! Not even the Mega-yeah, Mega-yeah, MEGA POWERS! Dig it!” He says as smiles and adjusts his glasses. “But in all seriousness, I gotcha back, Nick. Everyone else might not fully believe you, but I do, bro. Unfortunately, we’re on opposite sides, tonight. But make no mistake, I’ll do whatever it takes to win.

And to my partners, Darby and Bo…I have a tremendous amount of respect for the two of you; I’m glad to be teaming with you, but at Summer XXXTreme, it’ll be all business, because I want that championship more than you can believe. But tonight, let’s go out there and kick the hell out of them and get this victory! Why? Because we’re too good for ‘em!”

The camera fades as Jordan walks off doing the double guns salute.