Please let me come out and play!
No!
Pretty please!
I said, NO!
Why not?
This is not the time!
It’s the perfect time. How many more of these opportunities will I have?
Hopefully? None!
That’s not fair! You promised.
Yeah, but I said under emergencies only. This isn’t the case.
Come on! This will be fun…just like the old days….I’ll be gentle!
We both know that’s impossible.
I know, but I was hoping that would change your mind.
You’re not doing a very good job.
Listen, let me play this time and I swear I won’t ask again…I promise!
God damnit…do you not listen…
I just haven’t had any fun in a while.
We both know that’s what is best for the both of us.
Are you still harping on that old stuff again?
YES! That incident can’t happen again.
It won’t, I swear.
I can’t…I can’t let you out.
Will you stop being a bitch!?
Bitch? Who you calling a bitch!? You’re a homicidal, suicidal, genocidal maniac!
And you’re the bitch that’s keeping me locked away! Let me out damn you!
I’ll tell you what, call me a bitch again and see what happens…jackass!
Look, I’m sorry. I got carried away. I won’t say it again.
That outburst right there is the reason why I won’t let you out. You just snap and lose control.
I’ve learned my lesson…I won’t be that bad, I promise!
You’ve broken one too many.
Silence
I’ll think about it and I’ll get back to you.
Great!
“Today was a big day for Vanessa. Her fitness club opened up and it was a rousing success, then on top of that, her nasty drink…er…her healthy drink-that she’s been experimenting on her own family (what if we would’ve died?) got picked up by a company that will start shipping to major retailers across the country. I’m very proud of her. The next day, I went to Rob’s apartment in the West Village in New York City to attend a Christmas party he was throwing.”
The scene opens up to a shot of Rob’s luxurious apartment in New York City. Inside, the party is well underway. There are sexy female servers dressed in Elf costumes serving drinks to everyone. The scene cuts to Jordan and Rob drinking and talking.
Jordan: “I’ve gotta say Rob, what’s up with the DJ who doesn’t have turn tables? When did they start hauling laptops around to play music?”
Rob shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink, then says: “Yeah, I noticed that too. It’s odd, isn’t it?”
Jordan: “This is the one case that technology has ruined something. There is an art to being a DJ. Mixing the records on the turntables. Not hitting shuffle on your god damn iTunes!”
Rob: “Great point, I don’t know why I’m paying this asshole.”
Jordan: “So, where’s your lovely wife? I haven’t seen her all night.”
Rob: “She’s circulating. You should bump into her eventually.”
Jordan: “Everything okay between you guys?”
Rob: “Why do you ask?”
Jordan: “Because…”
Rob: “Because I only knew her for a couple of days?”
Jordan goes to answer but Rob cuts him off.
Rob: “Come man, everything is fine. Hope is an amazing woman.”
Jordan: “I believe you dude, it was just whirlwind, that’s all.”
Rob: “Have you mingled yet?”
Jordan: “Nope, just been a wallflower. I can’t afford anything bad to happen.”
Rob: “Why would anything bad happen?”
Jordan: “Rob, you have these whores dressed as elves and you know how I am.”
Rob: “What’s wrong with that? If you want a piece of elf ass, be my guest, there is plenty to go around.”
Jordan smiles and says: “Never mind.”
Rob: “I know Hope and I are…”
Jordan spits out his drink and says: “Wait, what?”
Rob: “What did I say that would make you spit out your drink?”
Jordan: “You and Hope share people?”
Rob: “Girls…no dudes, that’d be weird. No other guy is banging my wife!”
A bewildered Jordan says: “What the hell man.”
Rob: “That’s part of the reason I love her so much. She doesn’t judge me on my sexual activity. She encourages it…and sometimes partakes in it.”
Jordan shakes his head and says: “Lucky bastard.”
Rob smirks as he takes a sip of his drink, then says: “I’m going to talk to some of the guests, catch you later buddy.”
The scene fades in as Jordan takes a sip of his drink.
The scene fades in about an hour later. Jordan is sitting on a couch talking with someone that works with Rob. Jordan is obviously annoyed at the person who is talking nonstop. One of the elves walk up to Jordan with a drink in her hand and sits down between Jordan and the annoying person. Jordan makes a gesture “thanking god”.
Woman: “You look like you could use another drink.”
Jordan: “Yes, thank you.”
Woman: “Anything else I can get you, Mr. Williams?”
Jordan gets a perplexed look on his face and says: “How do you know my name?”
Woman: “Mr. Anderson made sure we knew a few people’s name and you were one of them.”
Jordan: “Why?”
Woman: “We were told if we see anyone on the list with a drink that was getting low, to bring it to you.”
Jordan questions: “But why?”
Woman: “If I remember right, it was called ‘Essential Personnel‘.”
Jordan: “That’s weird. Rob‘s a crazy dude.”
The woman smiles and says: “We thought it was a bit silly too.”
Jordan: “I’d be remiss if I didn’t know your name.”
Woman: “Janet.”
Jordan quickly fires back: “Miss Jackson if you’re nasty!” he says as they both laugh. “I’m sure you hear that stupid joke all the time.”
Janet: “Yes! But its only funny when it comes from someone cute.”
Jordan raises his eyebrows as he and Janet continue talking. Janet ironically resembles Janet Jackson.
About an hour later, Jordan and Janet are still on the couch talking, drinking, laughing and having a good conversation about a variety of topics. Suddenly, Rob and Hope come walking up to Jordan.
Rob: “Aw, I can see you’re enjoying yourself, Jordan!”
Jordan: “It ain’t even like that, man.”
Rob winks at Jordan and says: “Sure, sure.”
Hope: “Happy Holidays Jordan!”
Jordan: “Same to you, Hope. This is a great party.”
Rob: “Its only great because you don’t have Ed from Accounting talking your ear off. You got the sultry Janet to speak with!”
Jordan goes to speak but Rob cuts him off.
Rob: “She’s definitely easier on the eyes than Larry. See ya around buddy!”
Rob shoots Jordan another wink as he and Hope walk off. Janet tries to stifle her laughter, but can’t.
Janet: “I’m sorry but Mr. Anderson is too much!”
Jordan: “Too much of a prick!”
Janet: “How long have you been friends with him?”
Jordan: “Since college.”
Jordan and Janet continue their conversation. Eventually the two go to the dance floor and dance with one-another. Eventually them dancing turns into them grinding on each other. Rob walks by Jordan. Rob slips something into his pocket and points to a room before walking off. Janet grabs Jordan by the hand and begins to lead him to said room. Jordan has a coy look on his face as they reach the room. Janet whispers into his ear.
“I’m going to make you remember me.” she says as “Remember You” by Wiz Khalifa is ironically playing in the background.
Jordan’s eyebrows raise as Janet closes the door. The scene fades out.
The scene fades in the next day during the afternoon at Jordan’s home. Jordan and Vanessa are in the family room decorating their huge Christmas tree. The two youngest, Makaylee and Jayden are watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
Jessica: “Did you see my list I gave to Santa, Dad?”
Jordan: “Yes, I did. Why do you want Samsung Galaxy NotePad? You already have an iPad.”
Jessica: “Because a couple of my friends in school have one.”
Jordan: “…And…”
Jessica: “And I want one! I always get what I put on my list. Santa is great!”
Jordan looks at Vanessa and they just grin at each other.”
Natasha: “Can we donate some toys to Toys for Tots?”
Vanessa: “Aw sweetie. That’s thoughtful of you! Of course we can!”
Natasha: “My teacher says some kids don’t get toys for Christmas, but I thought Santa gives toys to everyone?”
Jordan mumbles: “Sometimes Santa is broke.”
Natasha: “Huh?” she asks as Vanessa tosses a pillow at Jordan.
Jordan: “Now here’s a question for you twins in particular…why do you see fit to ask for the world every Christmas?”
Jessica: “Because! We write what we want…”
Natasha finishes off her sister’s thought: “And you guys buy it!” she says sheepishly as her and Jessica burst into laughter
Jordan and Vanessa look dumbfounded for a second.
Jordan: “How did you know?”
Jessica: “Because we heard you and Max talking about our list the other morning in your gym.”
Jordan: “Crap!”
Natasha: “Besides, I found out from some friends at school.”
Jordan to Vanessa: “You see, kids nowadays can’t be kids anymore! It’s going to get to the point when kids reach Jayden’s age, they’ll already know about Santa.”
Jessica: “Who eats the cookies?”
Jordan gleefully answers: “Me!” with a huge grin.
Vanessa: “Girls, just be mindful of Jayden and Makaylee.”
Natasha: “Don’t be silly, Mommy! We won’t say a word!”
The scene fades out as they continue decorating their tree.
The scene fades into the Glacier Gardens in San Diego, California. The fans are filing into the arena when “Thugz Passion” blares over the PA System. Majority of the fans in the arena start booing, but some still cheer as Jordan Williams walks out from behind the curtain. Jordan is flanked by his two security guards, Boomer Banks and Bo Hood. Jordan has his ring gear-long black tights with lime green zig zags and the head of a dragon outlined in green on both knees. He also has on plain black boots. Jordan also has on a black duster with rand green zig zags dotting the duster. Jordan is arrogantly chewing his gum as he ignores the fans who want to slap high fives with him. Jordan climbs onto the apron and then leaps over the top rope with the greatest of ease. The two huge security guards step over the top rope and into the ring. They stand next to each other in the middle of the ring as Jordan asks for a microphone. Justin Decent hands him a microphone and Jordan begins in his normal boisterous tone.
Jordan: “Christian Underwood…Pink Flamingo. I use to like you. I really did until you pulled that little stunt of yours last week. See, I’m all for the Stable War match. But you, in your effort to show you’re in charge have booked me into a barbwire match against Goth here tonight!”
The fans in the arena erupt into cheers.
Jordan: “I don’t mind facing off against my partner in the Stable Wars match. I don’t like Goth at all. Quite frankly, I think he’s an emo and he needs help. However, I object to you putting me into a barbwire match! This is bullshit!”
Again the fans erupt into cheers.
Jordan: “I am the GOD of professional wrestling and I should not be subjective to matches of this nature. I’ve put in enough work in my career…I am a legend, damnit! I should have the right to veto any match I’m in. It’s only a matter of courtesy.”
The burst into boos.
Jordan: “Did you run it by me? No! Did you see if it was okay with me first? No! Who in the hell do you think you are Christian!? You may think you’re ‘The Boss’, but we all know who runs this ship…it so happens to be my best friend, Hot Stuff Mark Ward!”
The fans once again boo.
Jordan: “With Hot Stuff being out of commission last week, you took it upon yourself to get drunk with your power and book me into this dumb match. But that’s fine Christian, I’ll deal with you later on tonight.”
Jordan pauses for a moment as a feint “Too Good For Ya, Too Good For Ya” chant breaks out.
Jordan acknowledges it with him shaking his head in disgust as he continues: “Goth, for some damn reason we will be partners at the super card and for some damn reason, we will be opponents tonight in a Barbwire Match. Now, I haven’t been in one of these in a while…a long while and there is a reason for that. You see Goth, the last time I was in a Barbwire match, I damn near ripped my opponents eyeball out of his head. Twelve years ago in Tokyo. That night, I was a different person…I was an animal. I was bloodthirsty. Things between my opponent and I got so heated that we were put in that match together and I’ll be damned if we didn’t try to maim each other. That was back then, when I was an out of control, loose cannon. Now, I’m more chilled out, I don’t crave blood like I use to. However, ever since this match was announced, I’ve been having that voice in my head to let him out to play…Marauder.”
The fans actually cheer at the sound of the name Marauder.
Jordan: “I promised myself I would never let him out again, unless I absolutely needed to. When it was necessary. I had to do some soul searching…”
The fans in the arena break out into a “Let Him Out!” clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. “Let Him Out!” Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
Jordan: “Should I let Marauder out and let him get one last taste before I put him away for good…”
The fans start chanting “Marauder Wants To Kill! clap, clap, clap, clap, clap “Marauder Wants To Kill!” clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
Jordan: “Then I decided…NO!”
The arena is filled with deafening boos!
Jordan: “You aren’t worth it, Goth. You are a nobody. You’re nothing. Tonight, I’ll just beat your ass and send you back under that damn rock that you climb out from under. Regardless if it’s a Barbwire Match, a Cage match, a Thumbtack match…I’m still Jordan Williams! The GOD of professional wrestling. I can take on anyone in any kind of match. I don’t need Marauder for that!”
Again, the fans shower Jordan with boos.
Jordan: “Barbwire matches aren’t my thing anymore, I prefer wrestling matches…after all that’s what it says on the marquee. But I still have that gear to go into for these types of matches and I’ll tap into so I can beat you, Goth. Just another way to show off my versatility and show everyone else, once again, why I am the GOD of professional wrestling! Thank you!”
Jordan drops the microphone as “Thugz Passion” plays again. The scene fades out as Jordan exit’s the ring flanked by his security guards.
