The scene opens up inside of the home of Nick Jones, which is unusually quiet when compared to the past instances there. In this case, the driveway is nearly empty, clearly lacking a number of the cars that were always typically there and as the scene moves inside, it becomes clear that the only people inside of the house are Nick, Diana and Tony. As they are all inside of the living room, Diana and Tony both sit on separate couches, watching Nick, as he stands in the center of the room, pacing back and forth as he looks down at the floor. After this carries on for a few more moments, he eventually comes to a stop and just stands there staring off at nothing, until Diana finally speaks up.
Diana: Listen, I understand this has been like the week from hell, but you need to get it together, babe!
Tony: Yeah boss, forget all deez friggin' clowns, a'ight?
Nick: Why the hell should I? It's just one person after another, anyone riding my coattails for as long as they can until they go running off, looking out for no one but themselves as they royally screw me over. Whether it was that walking heap of dumbass B or those useless piles of crap Jimmy and Max. That's not to mention the fact that until I finally did what I HAD to do, I was carrying that old chump Hot Stuff's sorry ass to glory. As if that wasn't all enough, I actually had an entire company turn around and make deliberate plans that had absolutely no intentions but to go out of their way and screw me over.
Tony: Yeah, but you's made sure dat you ain't put up wit' any of dat crap from any of dose guys, boss.
Nick: You're damn right I did. Enough is finally enough, I made that point loud and clear when I laid Mark's sorry ass out in the middle of that ring a few weeks ago, and I have absolutely no problem making that point over and over again to every sorry ass who thinks they can pull that crap on me. The fact of the matter is, everyone out there, from my biggest allies to my greatest of sworn enemies, knows full well that I am the one true WORLD CHAMPION in the wrestling business, and it doesn't make one damn bit of difference whether I've got some cheap piece of tin around my waist that says so.
Diana: You know it babe. Besides, we've already known for years and years that you're the very best this business has to offer. You don't need to prove anything to anyone.
Nick glares at Diana as he scoffs a little bit at her comment.
Nick: Don't give me that horse shit.
Diana seems to be a bit taken back by Nick's response, but he continues on before she can say anything.
Nick: This isn't some bullshit attempt to pat myself on the back and talk about how great I am. No, this is a cold hard fact that it took the head of another wrestling organization to completely screw me over to make sure I wasn't holding his top belt. Those chumps may now be far back in the rear view mirror, but that doesn't change the fact that I am the one person in all of Sin City Wrestling who can make the claim of truly being a WORLD Champion.
Tony: Damn right, boss.
Nick: And I don't need some dumb giant oaf, full of shit agent or whiny bitch of an accountant around to verify that either. But most of all, I don't need to spending all of my damn time, desperately trying to make some washed-up old has-been who's entire career was thanks to his pops, seem like he's not exactly that. Mark was always going to be, and now absolutely will be, nothing without me by his side. That dumb limey was too stupid to realize that his entire grasp on this company, on this entire damn business, was nothing without me and for that, I made sure that he learned it the hard way.
Diana: But now you two actually have to fight in a match.
Nick: That only makes it that much better. He has to fight in a match, not only without having me there to save his sorry washed up ass, but worse yet, at least for him, while having me standing on the opposite side of that ring.
Diana: Yeah, and Tom too.
Nick: That won't even matter. Tom can take a nap on the apron for all I care, because I can promise you I need absolutely no help in kicking that limey's sorry ass. In the end, Mark is going to learn a very harsh lesson, and all of SCW is going to learn once and for all who it was that was really carrying Supremacy all along, who was constantly saving Mark's ass, who was keeping him relevant all that time. That's all over now, instead now it's just going to be that same person who is kicking the living crap out of him in that ring.
Tony: You's got any special plans for the match, boss?
Nick: Oh, you can't even begin to imagine what I have in store for tonight. But let's just leave that as a bit of a surprise, shall we?
Tony: Whateva' you's say boss. I'm sure it'll be good.
Nick: Let's just say, that when all is said and done, Mark will have learned first hand that I'm really not the least bit cocky, I'm just the best.
Nick then plops down on one of the couches, sitting directly next to Diana, before kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and turning on the television as the scene fades.
