The scene fades in to the inside of a restaurant somewhere in Santiago, Chile, the site of this week's SCW Climax Control. This is made only more apparent as there is a group of six very recognizable people seated at a table in the restaurant; Nick Jones, Diana Roberts, Big B Jones, Tony Capicelli, Jimmy Mason and Max Goldstein. The group all sit down around the table as the hostess places menus down in front of them all. Before they can even get a chance to open the menus, a waiter walks up to them and stands at the end of the table. The entire group turns their attention towards him as he begins to speak.
Waiter: Bienvenido.
Nick: Come again?
Big B: I think he just called you Ben-something.
The waiter looks at the two of them a bit confused before continuing on in Spanish.
Waiter: ¿A qué quieres beber?
All six of the Entourage members at the table remain completely silent, as they each look around the table at one another, seemingly absolutely clueless as to what is going on. Nick is the first to finally speak up after a few moments of awkward silence, as he ignores the waiter and addresses the others at the table.
Nick: What the hell did he just say?
Tony: I t'ink he said sumtin' 'bout dat Bieber guy.
Nick quickly turns his attention back to the waiter.
Nick: What? Do you have me confused with that James Hunt-a-whatever the 5th guy or something?
Everyone at the table laughs while the waiter looks blankly at the group, clearly completely unaware of anything that is being said. He hesitates a moment before he puts up one finger towards the group.
Waiter: Un momento, por favor.
With that, the waiter quickly turns and runs off away from the table.
Nick: What was that crap? Dude didn't even take our order.
Big B: Yeah, that was all so weird. It was almost like he was speaking a different language or something!
The rest of the group gets completely silence as they all stare at Big B, before Nick responds with the most blatantly sarcastic of tones.
Nick: Yeah, almost.
Nick rolls his eyes and shakes his head before mumbling to himself under his breath.
Nick: Idiot.
A moment later, a different waiter approaches the six of them, walking up to the end of the table and stopping. The waiter immediately addresses the entire group, as he begins to speak to them in English, but with a very heavy accent.
Waiter #2: Hello. I am the sorry for other man. He not speak the English. I will be waiter for you now. What is drink which you want?
Nick: Yeah, um... ok. Whatever. I guess we'll take a round of beers for all of the guys and a wide for the lady.
The waiter nods in acknowledgement towards Nick and is about to walk away but before he can, Max is quick to chime in.
Max: I'm not so sure about that. I really wasn't planning on having a beer.
Nick: Oh, will you shut up? Geez, do you ever stop whining?
Max: What? I just don't want a beer is all.
Jimmy: Maxy, baby, I think you could use a drink. A little booze might help you to relax. You're too tense and uptight, baby.
Max: Alright, well if you guys insist.
With that said, Nick turns back towards the waiter and nods at him, confirming the order as already placed.
Waiter #2: Ok then, it will be I which is right back here with those many drink of yours.
The waiter then turns and walks away, heading back towards the kitchen area as Nick and the entourage all look back towards one another.
Tony: What da frig' was wit' dat? Dat friggin' guy ain't speak english good at all.
Those comments from Tony can't help but immediately grab the intention of the entire group.
Nick: Come on Tone, please tell me you're kidding.
Diana: Really, we love you and all Tony, but you're the last person who should ever really be criticizing anyone else's speech.
Tony: What is you's guys tryin' ta say?
Before either of them can even respond, Jimmy chimes in, speaking in a fake New York accent, clearly meant to mimick Tony's.
Jimmy: I's t'ink dey be sayin' you's don't speak english good neither.
Jimmy's comments draw some chuckles from the crowd and, surprisingly enough, Max is quick to jump in with a fake accent of his own.
Max: Yeah, you's ain't never be talkin' right.
The group laughs even harder, many of them seeming to be shocked at Max jumping in on the antics, which is quite rare for him. Big B is the next to chime, but does so speaking in the same manner as he normally does.
Big B: Yeah, because your accent causes you to mispronounce some words.
The entire group looks over at Big B very straight-faced, almost seeming annoyed by Big B taking such a serious approach to his response. Meanwhile, Tony simply seems annoyed at the comments coming from all of them.
Tony: Well here's an idea, maybe I's don't give a crap and you's should all shut yer friggin' mouths. Capiche?
Jimmy: Why, what's the big deal?
Tony: Da big deal fer me is I ain't find it friggin' funny. Da big deal fer da rest of you is while I ain't gonna do anyt'ing ta dem...
Tony motions over towards Nick and Diana, who are sitting across from him with smiles on their faces while having gotten noticeably quiet as this has continued on.
Tony: ... if da rest of you's guys keep dis up, I can and will beat da livin' crap out of yas.
Max: Oh gawd! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!
Jimmy: Yeah baby, we were just joking around. We didn't mean to upset you.
Big B: I wasn't joking, I was just trying to help.
Tony: I's don't care if you's was t'inkin' it was funny or helpful or whateva', just shutup about it, alright?
Nick: How about we figure out what we're all going to eat, huh?
Diana: Yeah, I think we've all had enough of this conversation and I'm starving.
The six of them all turn their attention towards the menus laid out in front of them, as they each pick them up and open them. After a few moments though, all six of them have looks of confusion painted across their faces.
Nick: This is just fantastic, isn't it? There's not one single word of English on these damn things!
Nick throws down the menu on the table in front of him and cross his arms across his chest. The rest of the group one by one all place their menus down as well, with the exception of Big B, who continues to stare at the menu intently, looking completely clueless the entire time. He eventually leans over towards Nick, as he points to something on the menu.
Big B: Hey cuz, what's that mean?
Nick: How should I know, it's not in...
Nick stops speaking in mid-sentence as he looks over at what Big B is pointing to and puts his face in his hands as he shakes his hands for a few moments. Big B looks confused by this as Nick eventually lifts his head and stares at B.
Nick: That's the name of the restaurant you moron!
Big B: Oh... ok. Well then what about this word?
With that, Big B actually opens up the menu for the very first time as he is no longer pointing to the cover and instead now points to the very first word on the menu. Nick does not even bother to look, instead pulling the menu out of Big B's hands, quickly slapping it closed and then throwing it down on the table in front of B. It is at this point, the waiter returns with a train containing five glasses of beer and one glass of wine. He passes them out around the table and once everyone has their drinks, he looks to the group.
Waiter #2: Is it that you are ready to order food?
Nick: Maybe we would be, but none of us can read a single damn word of this menu.
Waiter #2: Ah yes, we don't have many tourists that do come here, so it is only in Spanish that we have the menu.
Diana: So how should we even know what to order?
Waiter #2: If you have any question, I can answer them for you. I can tell you what item they are and what it is the people like best.
Nick: That sounds great and all, but I really don't have the time to sit around and listen to you read the entire freakin' menu to us. I'm starving here. How about you go ahead and just get us one of each appetizer for the table to start off with, and we'll go from there? How does that sound?
Waiter #2: Ok. I can do for you.
Nick: Great. You do that, then we'll figure out the rest of this nonsense once we've actually eaten something.
The waiter nods in acknowledgement before walking off to go put in their food order. As he leaves, the group goes back to their conversation amongst themselves.
Nick: Good, so that should cover us for a while. So what's up with you clowns anyway? I mean, outside of Tony wanting to kick all of your asses.
Big B: Well, I've been thinking actually.
Diana: Seriously?
Big B: Yeah, seriously.
Jimmy: No kidding?
Big B: No, why would I be kidding about that?
Jimmy: I don't know, but just had to ask, baby.
Nick: And what exactly were you doing this alleged "thinking"...
Nick puts his fingers up in the air, using them to make quotes as he says that.
Nick: ... about?
Big B: I was just thinking about your conversation last week with Hot Stuff.
Nick: You mean the fact that those idiots didn't put me on the cover of SCW Climax COntrol? Glad to see I'm not the only one who is still pissed off at that. It's a complete load of bullshit, right?
Big B: Actually, I didn't mean that.
Tony: Den what is you's friggin' talkin' about?
Big B: Well, Nick said that he was refusing to help Mark out.
Nick: When have I ever said anything close to that?
Diana: Yeah, I'm with Nick here. He's even more whipped by Mark than he is by me.
Nick: Excuse me?!?
Diana: Oh, I'm just kidding, everyone knows you're 100% whipped by me.
Nick just shoots a displeased glare towards Diana, who smiles back at him. B ignores the exchange as he continues on with his point.
Big B: I'm talking about how Mark asked you to join Team SCW and you said no.
Nick: Yeah, so what?
Big B: I just think you should do it. I mean, Mark is like your bestest best friend and he's on Team SCW and wants you to be too. So why not?
Nick: Why not? Because it's not my friggni' problem, that's why not.
Big B: Yeah, but it kind of is. I mean, those guys from Team Erik are totally a bunch of big ole jerks, and I know you don't like any of them!
Tony: Yeah, but if any of dem t'ink dey can mess wit' da boss, dat's what he's got me and you for. They step outta line and den we's do our job.
Big B: Right, but it's not just about that.
Nick: What exactly do you think it's about though, oh wise one?
The last comment from Nick draws a chuckle from the crowd, but B seems oblivious to it as he carries on.
Big B: All I'm saying is, it's not just that what they are doing will affect you, it's that what they're doing will affect all of SCW. Since you're in SCW, that means it will affect you too. Obviously Mark doesn't like what they're trying to do, so shouldn't you feel the same way?
Nick: Listen, Mark's a big boy and he can take care of himself. If he's got a beef with another one of those loser Staggs boys trying so desperately to act like a big shot, I have no doubt he can handle that all on his own. The truth of the matter is, I really could care less about any of those clowns on either side of those whole mess, other than Mark. So what, just because Mark is foolish enough to get himself stuck in the middle of this, I"m supposed to come running to the rest of every other nobody loser in this company? People like that jackass co-owner of Mark's, Chrisitian Underwood, who has tried to screw me over at every possible turn?
Big B: I'm not sure that's really...
Nick talks straight through Big B, not allowing him to finish.
Nick: The fact is, you reap what you sow and, as far as I'm concerned, I hope both sides of this little slapfest completely destroy each other and completely rid SCW of all of these useless bums who are wasting this company's ring time, TV time and most importantly, money. There are much more important things for me to worry about than any of these idiots. Things like, well... this.
Nick points over as their waiter returns, along with the first waiter who is helping out, as they come back with a wide array of appetizer plates that they proceed to lay out all across the table, before placing empty plates in front of each of the six of them. The english-speaking waiter then turns his attention to group as the other one walks away.
Waiter #2: Is there anything else you be needing?
Nick: I think we're fine for now, thanks.
Waiter #2: Enjoy!
The waiter walks away as the group all turns to the food and starts talking things from the appetizers and filling up their one plates with them. That is, until Nick stumbles across one plate that he reaches for, but then immediately stops and looks at curiously.
Nick: So, um... any of you have a clue what this is?
The entire rest of the group leans in towards the one plate, all of them looking at it quite closely.
Diana: I would have to guess some sort of weird seafood, um... thing?
Nick: Your guess is as good as mine. Whatever it is, I feel fairly confident I don't want to eat it.
Diana: I'm certainly not trying it first.
Nick: Alright, what about one of you clowns?
Max: Oh Gawd, what if I'm allergic?!?
Tony: I ain't eat fish. Not eva'.
Jimmy: Sorry baby, not going to be me.
Given that everyone else has responded, Nick's attention immediately turns towards Big B, who seems to have not been paying attention.
Nick: So what about you?
Big B: What about me, what?
Nick: You going to try this?
Nick points over towards the appetizier plate which B looks at confusingly.
Big B: What is it?
Nick: It's a surprise! Come on, you love surprises don't you? They're great!
Big B: Then why aren't you trying it?
Nick: I'm trying to be nice, I wanted to let you try it first.
Big B: Why don't we try it together then?
Nick: No, no. You first.
Big B: Well what if it's really bad? Then nobody else is going to eat it and I'll be the only one who had to try it.
Nick: I would never do that to you. Come on, we're cousins! If you try it, I promise I'll try it right after you.
Big B: Oh ok, I guess if you promise.
With that, Big B takes his fork and takes a piece of... whatever it is, off of the appetizer plate. He pulls it up towards his mouth and looks at it for a few moments before sniffing it a little bit, seemingly quite displeased with the smell. B then holds his nose and starts to eat it, looking quite disgusted for a second before eventually spitting it out onto his plate.
Big B: Ewwwww... GROSS!!!
The rest of the group can't help but laugh as Big B grabs his napkin and starts to wipe off his tongue.
Nick: Glad I didn't eat that.
Big B: But you promised that you would next!
Nick: Screw that! I just said that to get you to eat it.
Diana: Plus B, since you never swallowed it, that doesn't technically count as eating.
Big B: Aw man! Why would you do that to me?
Nick: I don't know, it was funny. Plus I wanted to change the topic of conversation.
Big B: Well that was mean. So anyway, back to what I was saying about Mark...
Nick: So much for that, huh?
Big B: What do you guys think? You get what I'm saying, right?
Big B turns towards the rest of the entourage members, starting off with Diana who is sitting on the far end.
Diana: Me? Honey, you're looking to the wrong lady to back you up there. I hate all of those idiots involved in both sides, outside of Mark. As far as I'm concerned, it's Mark who needs to get his act together, not Nick. He should just step away from all of this, let it all go down without him and enjoy watching these morons all destroy each other. There's no reason for Nick to risk himself for the rest of those complete wastes of life.
Big B: Well what about you guys?
Big B turns towards the rest of the entourage members to hear their opinions.
Tony: I'm wit' da boss. Whateva he wanna do, dats what I'ma gonna do. Beyond dat, it don't matta' to me.
Big B: Oh... ok. Max, Jimmy, you guys agree with me right?
Max: Oh gawd! I don't know, don't put me in the middle of this!!
Max starts to have a mini panic-attack, causing B to immediately move his attention over towards Jimmy.
Jimmy: B, baby, don't ask us. Maxy and me, we're only here for one reason... money. I'm the man who gets the money, Maxy is the one who manages it. So until the dollar bills start rolling in surrounding this whole mess, then it has absolutely nothing to do with us, baby.
Big B: So none of you are taking my side?!?
Nick: What did you really expect?
Big B: Well you're all wrong about this one, you'll see. You big bunch of jerks!
Big B folks his arms across his chest and sits back in his chair while the rest of the group simply roll their eyes. The other five all go back to eating the appetizers as Big B sits there pouting while the scene fades.
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The scene fades back inside of the locker room of The Supremacy, which is currently filled by Nick and his entourage, backstage at the Movistar Arena in Santiago, Chile.
Big B: So why do they call it the movie-star arena? Are there a lot of movie stars that come here? Are there a lot of them tonight? Will we get to meet some?!?
Big B seems to get more and more excited with each question he asks, while the rest of the group cannot seem to quite believe what they're hearing, even though it's coming from B.
Nick: It's not movie-star you big moron.
Big B: Yuh huh! I saw it on the sign when we came in!
Diana: It's Movistar. There are no movie stars here, it's going to be the same people that are at every SCW show.
Jimmy: Besides, even if there were, Nicky would still be the biggest star here, baby!
Tony: You's some friggin' kiss ass, you know dat Jimmy?
Jimmy: I don't know what you're talking about, baby.
Nick: While Tony is right, you do actually have a point this time. In case you guys haven't heard, I was recently given some news that proves that not only am I huge star in this industry and throughout the entire world, but that my star continues to grow brighter by the day.
Diana: Why, what happened?
Nick: What happened is that as of this month's new rankings, you are looking at the brand new Number One Contender to the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship!
Diana: Oh my God, that's great babe!
Nick: And well deserved mind you. What it means is that NeWA FINALLY realizes that I am the very best any of their companies has to offer. I mean, the rankings even stated that I was voted as a top contender even by other companies in NeWA. Think about that for a second, I've never even wrestled at these other places and yet they STILL know I am the very best there is!
Diana: All it takes is watching you in one match to know that.
Nick: And soon enough, even those clowns who have never bothered to watch me will know it for sure. And the little cheery on top? That idiot Spike's time is running out. It doesn't matter if he really lost that title last week or not, because either way, his chances of being SCW Champion after these next few weeks are zero. Whether it's him or that other sorry loser, one of them is going to step into that ring against Jordan and get beat from one side of that ring across to the other as my boy walks out of that ring as champion. From there, it will just be a matter of time from Spike goes from losing one of his titles to both. Soon enough I will be getting my shot at Spike, at the belt I should have gotten a shot at long ago, long before that idiot even did, and once I get that shot, I guaran-damn-tee you that I will begin reigning supreme over all of NeWA as its World Heavyweight Champion, while Spike will be left standing there all alone, completely empty-handed.
Jimmy: Can't wait for that day, baby!
Nick: The only reason Spike is champion to begin with is because I was never given my shot. I've been hovering around the top of those NeWA rankings for a long, long time now and never got my shot. If you go back to when Spike got his first shot, I was higher up in the NeWA rankings back then too. Yet somehow, some way, Spike got not just one, but multiple NeWA title matches before I ever got one. Well it's lucky for him that it was the case, because all I need is one and now I'm finally going to get it.
Big B: Yeah, but what about that guy you have to face this week? You have lots of big matches and stuff you need to win before you worry about Spike. Lucian Frost was both the first Roulette Champion and a Tag Team Champion you know!
Nick: Yeah, so? What about Jack Frost, or whatever his freakin' name is? A couple of useless, nothiing titles? La-dee-friggin-da.
Nick swirls his finger in the air as he rolls his eyes.
Nick: You want to know why I have never held either of those belts? The reason is rather simply actually. Because I would never waste my precious time by even bothering to fight for those pieces of crap. Those belts are so far beneath me, that I wouldn't embarrass myself by even bothering to step into the ring with the clowns who would be seen wearing those belts. You see, a REAL man goes for the RAEL belts and that is why yours truly is the one and only two time SCW Heavyweight Champion, and the current number one contender to NeWA's World Heavyweight Champion, and very soon to be the holder of that championship.
Big B: Oh... ok. But you still shouldn't underestimate him?
Nick: Are you kidding me? We've got 5-year old cousins who are bigger than the little punk. And he runs around wearing a mask? It just goes to show you how embarrassed he is by how much he sucks, just as he should be. Well I'll give him all the more reason to be embarrassed after this Sunday, I can promise you that. And he'll get to learn first hand, in the most painful way possible that I'm not cocky... I'm just the best.
With that, Nick turns his attention to his cell phone, assumingly going to go tweet about something, as the scene fades.
