The scene fades into Los Angeles, California at the home of Nick Jones. Inside of the living room sits a number of familiar faces as laid out on each of the two couches are Entourage members Big B and Tony Capicelli. Big B is laying on his back with a bag of ice laying on top of his head while Tony lays on his stomach with a few ice packs strapped across his back. After a few moments, Nick Jones comes walking into the room with his girlfriend, Diana Roberts and the two stop and evaluate the situation before saying anything. Nick lets out a bit of a laugh and then begins to speak.
Nick: Look at you two. This is pure comic gold right here. What's wrong with you?
Big B: What? You lay around like this all of the time after your matches.
Nick: Yeah, when I have a full match of exhausting myself kicking my opponent's ass, not because I got in a slap fight with a bunch of little pansies.
Tony: I'm sure we'd be just fine if you's guys didn't runs off on us.
Nick: Excuse me?
Big B: He does kind of have a point. The rest of you guys did kind of all leave us hanging, when we were only out there to help you in the first place.
Nick: Oh, I'm so sorry that I thought you guys capable of handling one guy I had already kicked the crap out of.
Tony: All I'm sayin', is you's guys left us on a 4 on 2 situation we dose guys, and dat ain't gonna go good when you's do dat.
Nick: It's not like I had any way of knowing that stupid little friend of Spike's was going to try to come to the rescue.
Big B: Of course not, but we're just saying there's a reason we feel like this and you've got to understand that.
Nick: I don't have to understand everything. I left three of you out there with one loser who had completely beaten down and in the end, it was just three second-rate nobodies showing up that led to this outcome.
Big B: There may have been three of us when you left, but Tom ended up bailing on us.
Nick: How the hell is that my fault?
Big B: Well it's not, but...
Nick: Exactly! Enough with the excuses already. You guys weren't able to hold up your end of the bargain, that's the bottom line. Hate to break it to you, but I had more important things to concern myself with at that point.
Tony: Oh yeah? What was dat?
Nick: I had to go save Mark's ass, after he got jumped by that spineless coward Billy James.
Tony: That's funny, I ain't see you save nobody's ass. I seen him do da same t'ing ta you dat he did ta Mark.
Nick glares at Tony, clearly very unhappy with his employee's retort. At that point, without saying another word, Nick walks over and simply slaps Tony right across the back, right where the ice packs are set up. Tony at first screams out in pain, before he starts rattling off a series of words in Italian which by the tone would seem to likely suggest they are mostly expletives. Nick then backs off as Tony shoots looks back at him.
Nick: Throw as many Italian curses at me as you want, but maybe next time you'll learn to keep your damn mouth shut. You two can sit here and bitch and moan as much as you like, but it isn't going to change anything. So sack up gentlemen, because this is exactly the crap you get paid for. I know you like the fact that you normally just get to stand there and do nothing while I do the work, but every now and then you have to carry you own weight, and with these big groups of clowns like NXT trying so desperately to constantly come at us, that's going to be a more regular occurrence around here, so you sure as hell better get used to it.
Big B: We weren't complaining. We were just saying...
Nick: I don't want to hear it anymore. It doesn't matter. Besides, it's time for dinner. We're going out.
Big B: Oh ok, great. Just give us a couple of minutes to get changed.
Big B and Tony start to get themselves up off of the couch, just as Jimmy and Max come walking into the room as well. Nick looks at Big B and Tony rather confused and puts his hands up to stop them.
Nick: Whoa, whoa. Let me stop you right there. You two losers aren't invited.
Big B and Tony look up at Nick, both seeming rather disappointed, while Jimmy cannot help but to burst into laughter. The group all turns and looks towards him, clearly not realizing he and Max had walked into the room.
Jimmy: Haha, that's great! That'll teach you, baby. You want to be taken out for a nice dinner, you two need to hold up your end of the bargain! Me and Maxy are ready to roll, baby.
Nick looks at Jimmy, raising an eyebrow in his direction.
Nick: Laugh it up, but I hate to break it to you sport, but you two dipshits aren't invited either.
Jimmy and Max, who were both in the process of putting on their coats, also now get looks of disappointment across their faces.
Jimmy: Oh, um... ok.
Nick: What the hell is wrong with all of you? It's not enough that you all basically live in my damn house, stay in my hotel rooms and eat all of my food? I'm not allowed to go out for one damn meal without you idiots wanting to tag along? Here's a newsflash for you, I would actually like to go out for a meal with my, you know, GIRLFRIEND. And do it ALONE for a change, not with you clowns. I hate to break it to you, but every now and then it's nice to get as far away from all of you as possible. Got it?
The group all seems saddened by this, and none of them respond but each quietly nodding their heads in unison as they look down at the floor. Nick shakes his head at this sight, clearly not quite believing what he's seeing.
Nick: I'm sure you'll all be just fine. We'll be back in a couple of hours. Come on, D.
Nick then takes Diana by the hand and leads her out of the house, leaving the four members of his entourage behind in the process. With B and Tony now sitting up, Max and Jimmy each plop down on a sit on each couch next to them, as all four of them look quite disappointed. After a few moments of complete silence and looks of sadness on all of their faces, Big B all of the sudden seems to perk up a bit as a big smile comes across his face.
Big B: Wait a second guys, I've got a GREAT idea!
The rest of the group all looks at Big B, seeming hesitant but also curious what he has to say.
Big B: We should all hang out for a night. Have a little guys not where we don't have to worry about the boss or anything!
Tony: You know what? Dat ain't such a bad friggin' idea.
Jimmy: No kidding, and who would have thought the big guy would be the one to come up with it?
Max: Not me, that's for certain!
Big B: Oh geez, thanks guys... I think.
Big B appears to think it over and seems rather confused by the reaction, but shakes it off and continues on.
Big B: But there's tons of fun things we can do tonight. I actually have one amazingly great idea!
Jimmy: Let's hit the bars, baby!
Big B: No, better than that!
Max: I say we go hit up the casinos!
There is a moment of complete silence as looks of shock come across the face of all three of B, Tony and Jimmy. Max seems confused by their reactions.
Max: What?!
Jimmy: Maxy, baby. We love you, but your demeanor doesn't exactly peg you as the gambling type.
Max: Yeah, but I don't have to worry about anyone else and all of the watching and the judging...
Tony: Yeah, yeah... we's get it.
Max: Right... so anyway, my point is, why not take advantage of the situation.
Big B: That's cool and all, but I have an ever better idea than that too!
Tony: We's rollin' to dose strip clubs? Go see us some titties!!
Jimmy: Now THAT'S an idea, baby!
Max: Yeah, forget what I said, I'm with you guys on this one.
Big B: Well I think that's rather crude and unsavory. A lady shouldn't be treated that way.
The other three all glare at B, not seemingly to quite believe what he's saying.
Big B: Plus, my idea is WAY better anyway.
Tony: Well den, why ain't you's tell us yer great idea, huh kid?
Big B: Ok, you guys ready for this one. Wait for it...
Big B puts his hands up, having them all wait in an attempt to build up some sort of suspense. Meanwhile, the group all simply look at Big B like he's an idiot.
Big B: ... a board game night!!!
Big B puts his arms up in celebration for his idea as the group continues to look at him in just the same manner, without showing the slightest change of expression or saying a word. After a couple more seconds of this, Big B lowers his arms and seems rather disappointed.
Big B: What? Don't you guys like my AWESOME idea?
Big B waits for a response, but gets none, before eventually continuing on.
Big B: Come on, there's so many fun games for us to play! And we don't have to worry about letting Nick play or anything. We can play all sorts of different games. We can even make it so each of us gets to pick one each so we all get to play we really, really want to!
Big B again waits for a response, but instead, slowly one by one, each one of Tony, Max and Jimmy stand up from their seats on the couches and silently walk right out of the room, eventually leaving Big B sitting there all alone.
Big B: Those guys are no fun. I bet I know somebody who would want to have a board game night.
Big B reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, dialing a number before holding it up to his ear. After a few seconds of waiting, B then speaks into the phone.
Big B: Oh, hey Angel! Can I speak to Despy? Thanks!
Big B continues on his conversation as the scene fades away.
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The scene fades back into the inside of a restaurant somewhere in the LA area, where Nick and Diana are seen already seated and waiting to be served. Diana is looking over the menu while Nick leans back in his chair and continually looks around the restaurant, seeming rather unhappy. After a few moments, Diana looks over her menu at Nick and upon seeing him, gets an annoyed look at her face based on how Nick as acting.
Diana: What's your problem now?
Nick: For a place that charges as much as this place, you think they would give, oh, I don't know... a little service?
Diana: We haven't been here all that long.
Nick: Long enough.
Diana: Well I'm still looking at the menu. I'm sure they are just waiting for me to be ready.
Nick: What, they can't take a damn drink order in the meantime? That's really too much to ask?
Diana: I'm sure they'll be here in a minute. Since when are you ever in such a rush anyway?
Nick: Who said I'm in a rush?
Diana: Ok, if you're not in a rush then what is it that's really annoying you.
Nick leans in towards Diana, quietly whispering to her in response.
Nick: You see that schmuck over there?
Nick subtly motions his thumb over towards a nearby table. Diana turns and looks in that direction, seeing a heavyset older gentleman sitting there who seems to be staring straight at their table. Upon seeing Diana look in his direction, he immediately turns back to what would appear to be his wife and puts his hand up to the side of his face to block off the fact that it would seem he is talking about them. Diana then looks back to Nick.
Diana: Oh yeah, I see him.
Nick: That dumbass has been staring at me non-stop since we sat down and by rambling on about me to that hag of his.
Diana: Yeah, so?
Nick: So, he's obviously one of those loser SCW fans with no life and friends. I just know he's waiting and any minute now is going to come over here.
Diana: So what if he does?
Nick: I don't want to talk to that lard-ass. I don't like talking to any of these idiots, but certainly don't want to be anywhere near him. He looks like he probably reeks.
Diana: Don't be like that.
Nick: Be like what? He probably smells like shit!
Clearly becoming more upset, the volume of Nick's voice rises with that last comment. It also just so happens that the waiter approaches their table at that same time, clearly hearing what was just said. Diana looks horrified by this fact while Nick seems as though he could care less as the waiter turns to him.
Waiter: Pardon me, sir.
Nick: What do you want?
Waiter: Are you ready to place your drink order?
Nick: Oh, do you think? I'm not sure 20 minutes was enough time to get up with a drink order.
Waiter: My apologies sir, it's been a very busy night this evening.
Nick: Whatever. The lady will have a chardonnay and I'll have a Jameson and ginger.
Waiter: Very good sir, I'll be right back with those drinks.
Nick: Good.
The waiter shoots Nick a dirty look before turning and walking away, heading towards the bar. It is at that point that in the background it can be seen the man from earlier getting up from his seat at his table. The woman he is with seems to try to stop him as she grabs him by the arm, but he shrugs her off and seems to talk to her for a moment before finishing getting up and stepping away from the table. Nick manages to see him out of the corner of his eye and immediately looks away from the man, looking at Diana and rolling his eyes, while trying to avoid eye contacts with the man at all costs. However, that does not seem to help, as the man proceeds to walk directly over towards their table, stopping right next to it and standing there between Nick and Diana until Nick finally looks in his direction.
Nick: What do you want?
Man: You're Nick Jones, right?
Nick: Yeah, what's it to you?
Man: I'm a HUGE fan of yours.
Nick: Of course you are. Thanks for letting me know. Goodbye.
Nick waves the man off, but he doesn't seem to even react to that, instead continuing to speak to Nick.
Man: It's so totally awesome to meet you. I watch SCW all the time and you're totally the best. I mean, you should totally be champ and if you got to face Spike I bet you'd win the title.
Nick: Yeah, yeah. That's great. Tell me something I don't already know.
At that point, the waiter returns with their drink orders. He places the wine glass down in front of Diana and then as he places the drink glass in front of Nick, Nick pulls him in closer and quietly speaks to him.
Nick: Get this idiot the hell out of here.
The waiter says nothing, but slightly nods at Nick before standing up straight and turning towards the man who was standing there talking to Nick.
Waiter: Sir, if you would please return to your seat, I'll be coming over to take your order in just a moment.
Man: Um, ok... sure.
The man then looks past the waiter at Nick again.
Man: Awesome meeting you man, I'll swing back by a little later!
Nick waves him off in disgust as the man leaves, returning to his table. The waiter then turns back to Nick and gives him a nod of acknowledgement, but Nick still seems less than pleased. The waiter then goes to walk away but Nick stops him before he does.
Nick: Whoa, whoa. There seems to be a misunderstanding here. I didn't want you to send him back to his table so he can turn around and start bugging the shit out of me in 30 seconds. I went him gone. Out of this place. I don't want to see him again. Comprende?
Waiter: But sir, I'm not sure that's really necessary.
Nick: I don't recall asking you to think.
Waiter: But sir...
Nick: You know what, get your manager over here. NOW!
The waiter seems to be caught quite off guard and not sure how to react, but after a few seconds he rushes off towards the back area. After a few more seconds, another man dressed in a suit comes out and walks up to their table.
Manager: I'm the manager here, is there something I can help you with?
Nick: Yeah, I want that dipshit over there tossed out of this place.
Manager: I really don't see any reason to do that.
Nick: And I really don't give a shit. So take care of it. While you're at it, fire that incompetent jackass of a waiter too.
Manager: Sir, I'm really going to need you to calm down. This is a family establishment and your language really isn't appropriate.
Nick: Excuse me?!?
Diana: Nick... don't.
It appears to already be too late, as before Diana can even finish saying that, Nick is already out of his chair and right up into the manager's face.
Nick: Let's get one thing straight dumbass, I don't need that guy's crap, your idiot waiter's crap and I sure as hell don't need any crap from your stupid ass. If I want to I can kick all three of your asses by myself with one hand tied behind my back, so get it together before you really piss me off.
The manager looks completely frightened as Nick stares a hole straight through him. After a moment, the manager can be seen motioning towards someone off to the side, at which point a moment later, they are approached by another very large man. As a man walks over, dressed in a suit and at least 6'8 and 300 pounds, it becomes clear that this is the restaurants very own private security force. As he walks over, he pushes his way between Nick and the manager, looking down at Nick.
Security: We have a problem here?
Nick takes a step back, putting his hands up in innocence.
Nick: Nope, no problem here. I was just going to sit back down and enjoy my meal.
Security: You sure about that?
Nick: Of course. Sorry for any issues I may have caused.
Nick goes back over to his chair and starts to sit back down. As he does, the security guard turns back to the manager to see what he has to say. However, as soon as the security's back is turn, Nick quickly springs back up and grabs the security guard from behind around the waist. Then, in one fluid motion, Nick drops back and sends the security guard flying back, executing a german suplex on him that sends him straight through the table he and Diana were sitting at! The entire restaurant immediately turns to see and a huge commotion starts. The manager quickly retreats, not quite sure how to react as Nick springs back up to his feet. He quickly moves towards Diana and grabs her by the hand.
Nick: Let's get the hell out of here!
Nick pulls Diana up from her seat and the two go sprinting out of the restaurant as the scene fades out.
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The scene opens back up in the backstage area of the San Jose Civic Auditorium in San Jose, California where SCW Head Reporter Pussy Willow is seen standing by backstage with Nick Jones.
PW: Hello SCW fans, I'm Pussy Willow and I am standing by backstage with two-time former SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones. Now Nick, this week on Climax Control you face a man you had a match against just two months ago, when you defended the SCW title against him, "Primetime" Matthew Kennedy. Can you tell us your thoughts on that?
Nick: What's there to tell? We've already seen how this is going to go. Just as you said, I faced him two months ago and what happened? I walked in as champ and after I was done beating his ass, I walked out as champ.
PW: There was quite a bit of controversy involved in that match though.
Nick: There was no controversy, just a bunch of excuses from a man who wasn't good enough to get the job done. The match ended by pinfall, you can't much less controversial than that. In the end, his shoulders were down on the mat for three count and I was the victor. There's not a damn thing else that matters other than that. It's happened once before and this Sunday, it will happen again.
PW: Ok then. What are your thoughts about what happened last week? You and Jordan Williams were attacked backstage by the hired guns of Kennedy.
Nick: What, am I supposed to be impressed or something? That spineless coward couldn't even do it himself. He had to hide beyond a couple of nobodies to do the dirty work for him. That's not to mention that this was after I had a fight with Spike...
PW: Well that was hardly just you, it also...
Nick cuts her off, not allowing her to finish her point as he continues on.
Nick: ... and I had a kick and run from that spineless little coward Billy James. After all of that, he still needed help from those stupid goons of his in order to jump me from behind. Then he acts like some big tough guy because of some four on two jumping? Give me a break.
PW: Now wait a second, isn't that exactly...
Nick: Excuse me, I wasn't finished. As I was saying... there's nothing to be worried about there. It means absolutely nothing. You want to know what it really is? It's pathetic. Newsflash for you Matty boy, come Sunday it's you and I in that ring together, just the two of us. There will be nobody there to save your sorry little ass or fight for you, you'll have to do it all on your own. And you know what? You can't. We did this just over a month ago and you remember what happened there? I beat your ass all around this ring and I can promise you that this week will be no different.
PW: How is it any different from your situation with the Entourage?
Nick: Are you kidding me? Those guys just stand there to make sure I don't get jumped from goons like Matty's little buddies. As you saw last week, Tony and B aren't exactly the most impressive tough guys in the world, so what kind of difference do you think they really make? They keep the playing field level, nothing more. Besides, from all the bitching and moaning I've heard from those two this week, it sounds like they're trying to get out of showing up to Climax Control anyway. I guess those little ladies broke a nail and it's just too much to ask of them to do their jobs.
PW: Um... ok then. So assuming this truly does end up being a one on one match with no outside involvement, what makes you so confident?
Nick: Why wouldn't I be confident? I'm the most decorated wrestler this company has. I don't need to win some second rate belt to be a champ. I've held this companies title more times than anyone and longer than anyone, including a very successful defense against my opponent for this week. It ain't braggin' if you back it up and and honey I think I've proven time and again that what I say really is true... I'm cocky, I'm just the best.
Nick then pushes the microphone Pussy was holding away from his face and walks out of the scene as it fades to black.
