Sunday, June 23th, 2013
The scene opens up backstage at the RIMAC Arena in San Diego, California, less than an hour after SCW Into the Void II has gone off the air, with Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood emerging victorious in the Brawl for it All and in the process, regaining control of Sin City Wrestling. The scene shows the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward and after a few seconds, Mark emerges from the bathroom in his office, clearly emerging from the shower as he is toweling off his hair as he has changed into regular street clothes. Mark is also wearing a smile from ear to ear as he is clearly quite satisfied with the outcome of the evening's event. However, Mark suddenly stops in his tracks as he is caught off guard by the fact that sitting on the far side of his office on the couch is none other than Nick Jones, his apparent friend and ally, who is already changed into a suit and has his feet up on the coffee table and a big smirk on his face. Mark opens his mouth and goes to say something but before he can, Nick beats him to the punch.
Nick: You're welcome, limey.
Mark looks a little confused and raises a bit of an eyebrow at Nick because of it.
HS: Say what, yank?
Nick: I figured I'd save you the trouble. I know you were able to go on a long diatribe thanking me oh so much. And while I have certainly deserve it, I thought I'd do you a favor and just let you know that you're welcome.
HS: Ah, is that so?
Nick: Yeah, we are friends after all, so there's no need for me to embarrass you like that by letting you by this emotional sobbing mess, praising me for all I have done for you.
HS: That's quite an interesting theory you've got there. How do you know I wasn't just about to ask you what the hell you were doing here?
Nick gives a little chuckle and shakes his head at Mark.
Nick: See? This is what I'm talking about. I know what your pride is like, so I get how hard all of this is for you, which is why I'm saving you the trouble. I know how much you owe me, you know how much you owe me; let's just accept that and move on, knowing that you're thankful and I've said your welcome for me getting you control of your company back.
Hot Stuff rolls his eyes at Nick's comments, but decides to give Nick what he wants to hear in hopes of ending this line of conversation.
HS: Yeah, sure. Thanks for all of that. Let's just move on, shall we?
Nick: Of course, I have wanted to move on from this all along, which is why I so quickly said "you're welcome". It seems like you're the one who can't move past it, not that I can blame you given how I single-handedly changed the entire fate of this company, but it's ok man, we're good.
HS: Of course, because I obviously sat around picking my nose over the course of these months and didn't do anything to make this all happen. What would I ever do without you?
Mark clearly has an annoyed tone in his voice as his comments are dripping with sarcasm, but Nick, still obviously very proud of himself, seems oblivious to it all.
Nick: That's what friends are for, right? I mean, when you know something is important to a friend, and you can help them out in ways that they can't handle to do for themselves, that's when it's time to step up and do what you can to lift them up, and carry them up to your level.
The expression on Mark's face changes to a complete scowl as Mark is sitting back and not bothering to look over at his friend to even notice. The sarcasm in Mark's voice gets only stronger as he continues.
HS: Oh yeah, I only wish I had ever reached your level of greatness in my career
Nick: Exactly!
Immediately after Nick makes his comment, the expression on his face quickly changes as he suddenly seems to come to a realization of the tones and expressions coming from Mark. Nick immediately puts his feet down and sits up on the couch, glaring at his friend suspiciously in the process.
Nick: Wait a second, what the hell are you saying here?
HS: Oh, I don't know, that maybe it wasn't all the magical powers of Nick Jones that took care of all of this.
Nick: So what, now all of a sudden everything I did is meaningless?
HS: No, of course not. I'm just saying, neither is everything I did. Let me remind you, I was dealing with those whole mess long before you agreed to help me out. And hey, I'll give you credit, you were a big help, but in the end that's what it was, a HELP.
Nick: Alright fine, I guess that's fair enough. Just don't forget how big of a help I mean. Hell, I sure as hell was a bigger help than that useless so-called "co-owner" of yours.
Hot Stuff seems to hesitate and think that statement over for a moment before speaking.
HS: Well...
Nick does not even bother to allow Mark to expression his opinions on that matter before continuing on.
Nick: The guy was basically invisible, off somewhere twiddling his thumbs while I was turning the tide of this entire war.
HS: I'm not sure that's exactly...
Nick: I mean seriously, where the hell was he? Nowhere be seen until he finally shows up to dance around in his pink getup at the supercard only to watch you and I earn the victory for him.
HS: He did get the pin you know.
Nick twirls a finger in the air as he rolls his eyes.
Nick: Whoop-dee-friggin-doo. He got a pin because you allowed him to and I earned it for him. I'm the one who laid out Tom Dudely for him to be able to get that pin, and I'm the one who stopped Erik Staggs from what would have ultimately been him easily breaking that pin up. Christian was just there for the cleanup of a job that had already been taken care of. He was nothing more than some random guy standing in the right place at the right time.
Hot Stuff goes to interject, but before he can even get a word out, Nick continues on as he seems to be getting himself riled up more and more the longer he talks, getting louder and having more attitude in his statements.
Nick: I mean hell, given how little Christian contributed, he doesn't even deserve to be the half owner of the company. That fifty percent of SCW should by all rights be going to someone more deserving than his sorry ass. Let this company be run by someone who truly DESERVES to be running it!
Mark's demeanor seems to change a bit at this thought, as he thinks it over while nodding along a bit in the process.
HS: I'll tell you what, while I'm not sure I'm with you 100% on your thought about Christian, I'm not sure I'd really disagree with you there. You do make a very interesting point there.
Nick: Thank you, exactly! Think about how much better things would be around here.
HS: If nothing else, it sure would be a nice experience to actually be the full, complete, sole owner of SCW for a change. Would certainly avoid some of the other problems we've had in the past couple of years.
The expression on Nick's face quickly changes as he looks over at Hot Stuff as he's completely insane.
Nick: Wait... what?!? Who the hell said a damn thing about you being the complete owner?
HS: Um... you?
Nick: The hell I did!
HS: You said Christian's share of the company should have gone to a truly deserving owner. Who the hell else who could you have been talking about?
Nick: What kind of question is that? Isn't it perfectly obvious? How about the one guy who is more responsible for the ownership of SCW being returned to the two of you to begin with; yours truly, the man who should be labeled as SCW CO-OWNER Nick Jones.
HS: Seriously? You're just messing with me, right?
Nick: Of course I'm serious. No offense limey, and nothing against you, but you've shown time and again that you can't handle things on your own around here. Hell,l that's why you needed to come to me to begin with. So I think it should be obvious that the most proper way to handle this situation would be to award the portion of the company that for some reason is supposed to be Christian's to a guy who has, you know, actually earned it.
HS: I hate to break it to you Nick, but you're not exactly ownership material. There's a big difference in helping us win a match and being capable of running the show.
Nick: Who are you kidding? I've been helping you keep things running around here since the day I showed up in SCW. There's a reason I cleaned up at the SCW awards last year, and that's because this entire company revolved around me. Let's be honest, you've always needed my help, so it just makes perfect sense. The two of us as co-owners would be a natural fit, and then SCW would actually finally be properly run for a change.
HS: That's quite the theory you've got there, yank.
Nick: You know I'm right.
HS: Whatever you say. Listen, not that this conversation hasn't been fun, but I've got some things I need to take care of.
Nick: Fine. Do whatever you've got to do.
Nick sits back on the couch and puts his feet back up, as Mark just stands there, glaring at Nick. As Nick continues to sit there and doesn't bother to go anywhere, Mark starts to stare at Nick and motion his head over towards the door of his office. Nick seems confused and not quite clear of what Mark is getting at, eventually asking.
Nick: What?
Mark lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes as Nick's obliviousness.
HS: Get the hell out.
Nick glares at Hot Stuff, but then sits up in the seat before slowly standing, his eyes never leaving Mark. Nick then goes to walk to the door, but stops just as he is passing by Mark.
Nick: Watch yourself or I might just have to lay you out with another Best of All, buddy.
Nick gets a big smile on his face while Mark gives a simple laugh in response.
HS: Hate to break it to you, but I wouldn't actually LET you hit me with it this time, pal.
The two both laugh the comments off, showing the unique nature of their friendship seems to be back to always as the give a quick handshake before Nick turns and walks off. Hot Stuff heads over to his desk as the scene cuts away.
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Monday, July 8th, 2013
The scene cuts to the Los Angeles home of Nick Jones, in which Nick is currently seated in his living room watching television, with Diana seated right next to him and Tony sitting over on the other couch. As Nick flips through the channels, he suddenly comes across something that seems to make him quite happy.
Nick: Free HBO? Awesome!!
A big smile comes across Nick's face, until he notices that both Diana and Tony have turned and looked at him, and are each giving him strange looks after his last comment.
Nick: What?!
Diana: Seriously babe? With this house and all of the money you've got, a free TV channel makes you that happy?
Tony: Yeah, no offense boss, you's knows I ain't neva really disagrees wit' you... but come on.
Nick: Hey, I don't care how much money you've got, free shit is still freakin' awesome!
The smile returns to Nick's face but doesn't last as the strange stares continue on from both Tony and Diana, causing a bit of a scowl to come across Nick's face.
Nick: Oh, screw you guys!
Nick turns his attention back to the TV, looking a little annoyed as both Diana and Tony cannot help but laugh. As Nick continues flipping through the TV channels, the attention of all three of them is quickly diverted as the doorbell is heard ringing. Nick quickly mutes the TV and all three look towards the front door as soon as they hear it.
Nick: Who the hell could that be?
Diana: No clue. Either of you order anything recently that might be getting delivered?
Nick: Not me.
Tony: Ain't me neither... don't worry boss, I'lls check it out.
Tony gets up from his seat and Nick simply shrugs his shoulder and turns his attention back to the TV, unmuting it as he goes back to flipping through the channels. After a few minutes, Tony comes walking back in the room and upon hearing him come back, Nick doesn't even look away from the TV, but simply calls over to Tony.
Nick: So what was that all about?
Tony: Just a couple nobodies. I couldn't gets rid of dem. Whatdaya want mes ta do 'bout dese two?
A grin comes across Tony's face, as he is clearly amused by his own comments, while Nick seems perplexed and looks over to see two familiar faces walk into the room from behind Tony, as they are none other than Nick's personal account and agent, Max Goldstein and Jimmy Mason. Nick chuckles at the sight of these two returning and quickly turns off the TV as he hops off his seat from the couch.
Nick: Well, would you look what the cat dragged in.
Tony: I ain't know if dey was dragged in by da cat, I t'ink dey are da cats.
Everyone turns and looks at Tony, all seeming rather confused by this comment. A smirk comes across Tony's face before he follows up on his prior comments.
Tony: 'Cuz we knows dey is a couple friggin' pussies!
While Jimmy and Max say nothing, a big smile comes across Tony's face as both Nick and Diana get a good laugh out of his crack. After a few seconds of laughter, Jimmy clearly forces a fake smile across his face as he nods his head and gives an awkward laugh before speaking with a nervous tone.
Jimmy: I see what you did there Tony. That was a good one, baby.
Jimmy then turns his attention towards Nick before continuing on.
Jimmy: And it's so great to see you, Nicky. It's been way too long. Definitely missed you, baby.
Nick looks a little put off by Jimmy's blatant butt-kissing as he shoots him a bit of displeased look.
Nick: Yeah, because it's not like you two were the ones who decided to go running off or anything, right?
Jimmy gives out a nervous laugh while Max gets his very common panicked reaction of heaving breathing and a look of fear across his face.
Max: Oh gawd, I knew this was going to come up! I really am sorry about that Nick, I really had no idea that this all part of some sort of big plan you had going on.
Nick: Yeah, no kidding you didn't know anything about it. That was kind of the whole point.
Jimmy: And what an unbelievably amazing job you did with that! I mean, I've never seen anyone so brilliantly trick absolutely everyone around him like you have. The great job with your fantastic plan truly saved all of SCW, and it's reasons like this why I feel so amazingly honored to present a client as an incredible as you.
Nick looks absolutely disgusted by Jimmy's rambling on as he glares at him with disdain.
Nick: Alright, enough! Jeez, get it together man, you can go ahead and pull your lips off of my ass at any time.
Nick suddenly stops and thinks about what he just said when suddenly an evil smirk appears his face.
Nick: Actually, you know what, that gives me quite the great idea. You two really want to earn my forgiveness for bailing on me like that?
Max: Of course.
Jimmy: Absolutely, I would do anything you ask of me without question to prove to you that I truly am immeasurably sorry.
The smirk on Nick's face only grows as he hears Jimmy say that.
Nick: I was hoping you would say that. Well, in that case, to follow into the brilliant steps of one Vincent Kennedy McMahon, how about you two go ahead and get ready to get down on your knees and literally kiss my ass?
The eyes of Max and Jimmy both get wide as they hear Nick says this.
Max: Oh gawd! I don't know about that Nick! I , I don't... it's just that...
Max starts to have a full-on panic attack, while Jimmy takes a big gulp before stepping forward towards Nick.
Jimmy: Well, I told you I would do whatever it took, and I mean it, baby.
Jimmy moves in closer as Nick just stares at him without saying a word or showing any emotion. Jimmy then very slowly gets down onto his knees as he gets close to Nick, at which point Nick looks right past Jimmy over towards Max.
Nick: Chill the hell out, Max. It was a freakin' joke. Calm down.
Nick then looks down at Jimmy still down on his knees, looking absolutely disgusted with his agent.
Nick: As for you... seriously? What the hell is wrong with you?
Jimmy responds as he quickly scrambles back up to his feet.
Jimmy: What? I well, I knew it was a joke. I was just... uh, I was just joking too. Yeah, baby.
Tony: Yeah right, buddy. You's ain't foolin' nobody. We's all know you's was really gonna kiss da bosses ass.
Diana: Seriously, Jimmy, what is your problem? I've seen some really sick, sad and pathetic things in my years around this business, but this might very well take the cake.
Max, who has finally caught his breath, cannot help but chime in as well.
Max: Yeah, really. Even I wasn't pathetic enough to be willing to do that!
The entire group cannot help but laugh at that comment, with the obvious exception of Jimmy, who is left absolutely speechless.
Nick: Don't get me wrong, I've always known you were a complete kiss ass, but never in my wildest dreams could I have known it was true in every single sense of the phrase. I was disgusted with myself just asking you to do it, and that's even despite the fact that it was a freakin' joke!
Diana: This really is the lowest of the low.
Nick: Yeah, I mean these two...
Before Nick can even finish, Max is quick to interject.
Max: Hey, come on now... don't lump me in with him!
Nick gives a chuckle and puts his hand up in a bit of apology.
Nick: Sorry about that, you're right. Let me rephrase; I mean this guy...
Nick points over to Jimmy.
Nick: ... is almost as bad as that loser I'm facing this week. What the hell is his name?
Nick looks around the room for someone to chime in, but is instead greeted with a series of shrugs from the group. That is, until Jimmy looks down at the floor and quietly mumbles the answer under his breath, but too quietly for anyone to hear. Nick hears that Jimmy said something, so looks over to him inquisitively.
Nick: What the hell was that?
Jimmy looks up at Nick and speaks more clearly.
Jimmy: His name is Drake Green, Nicky.
Nick: Of course you would know. Losers have to stand by each other, right? But yeah, him. I guess hanging around you again should get me used to the idea of being in the ring with that sorry sack of crap. Think about it, you two compare rather favorably, although even you aren't quite that bad. I mean you aren't AS sad pathetic and useless as him. You're not even as much of a completely unknown nobody as he is, but that's really more just from being around me than anything else. And in the end, there's one perfect comparison, come Sunday I will kick his ass and meanwhile you will continue to try to kiss my ass.
The rest of the group laughs at Jimmy's expense one more as he seems to become increasingly more uneasy.
Jimmy: Uh huh... yeah... right. Well you guys got me. Good job, but let's talk about something else, alright baby? Like when is Big B coming back, huh?
The demeanor in the room changes in an instant, as the laughter all dies down and serious looks come across the face of everyone, particularly Nick. Jimmy, clearly not aware of the current situation, immediately realizes the poor reaction but is unsure of why.
Jimmy: Um... what'd I say?
Nick: What's going on is I don't want to talk about that stupid son of a bitch, alright?
Tony: Yeah, dat big oaf ain't know what's good fer him, dats for friggin' sure.
Diana: How about we give another topic change a try, huh? What's the plan for this week guys?
This questions seems to suddenly perk Jimmy up, as he immediately goes back into his typical agent mode as soon as he hears it.
Jimmy: I already got us all booked up, baby. This week we've got you ready for a big press conference. It's gonna be great, baby!
Nick: A press conference? Are you kidding me?!? Why in the world would I possibly wnat to do that?!?
Jimmy: No, no baby... you're looking at it all wrong. You got me back in full action baby, and I'm gonna make sure you're getting lots of great publicity. Look at everything that's gone on with you lately, we need to make sure you're getting all the press you deserve for it, baby. You saved SCW, baby, and you need to be soaking in every last drop of credit you have earned for that.
Nick looks unconvinced, but before he can say anything, Diana chimes in.
Diana: You know, he does actually have a pretty good point there. It's not like the media around here is ever in a rush to give you the credit you deserve. No better way to make sure you get it then going out there and making sure everyone knows exactly what you did.
Nick: I don't know. I guess I see what you're saying.
Jimmy: Come on, baby, it'll be great. You'll love it, I promise!
Nick: Yeah, yeah... fine. Whatever. If it'll get you to leave me alone, I'll do the damn press conference.
Jimmy: Great! You won't regret it. Looks like we're back in action baby. Me and Maxy here just need to bring all of our stuff in now.
Jimmy and Max both wait, expecting to be joined by the others to be helped with their stuff, but Nick doesn't even acknowledge it and plops right back down into his seat on the couch.
Nick: Yeah, have fun with that.
Jimmy and Max seem unsure of how to respond and instead turn towards Tony, who simply shrugs at the two of them. Jimmy and Max then go to head out the door, clearly expecting Tony to join them, but he instead follows his bosses lead and goes right back to his prior seat on the couch and goes back to watching television as Nick turns it back on. Jimmy and Max look back towards the group in shock, but are too scared to say anything as the two scrawniest members of the Entourage head back outside in order to attempt to get all of their stuff as the scene cuts away.
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Thursday, July 11th, 2013
The scene opens up inside of a press room somewhere in Reno, Nevada. The room is filled with a variety of different reporters throughout, clearly waiting for someone to arrive. A moment later, Nick Jones emerges from the back as he is guided up to the podium by his agent Jimmy. Jimmy goes up to the microphone and is about to speak, most likely to introduce Nick, but Nick seems to have no interest in waiting, as he quickly pushes his agent aside and goes right up to the microphone himself.
Nick: Alright, let's get this over with. Who's got questions?
A whole roomful of hands shoot up into the air as Nick looks at the closest person and points to the man.
Nick: You. What do you want?
The man stands up from his seat before addressing Nick.
Reporter #1: Hi Nick, I'm Bill from the wrestling website...
Nick doesn't wait for the man to finish, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Nick: Let me just stop you right there. I really couldn't give less of a crap what your name is or where you're from, so let me just tell you, and this goes for everyone else in the room as well; don't waste my time with that crap, just ask me whatever the hell you want to ask me. Now what's your question? Go.
Reporter #1: Oh, um... ok. Well I just wanted to know how you felt about the recent questions regarding your association with Team Erik. Many out there seem to not believe your claims that this scenario was planned all along.
Nick: What the hell kind of crap is that? Why would anyone be so stupid to say that?
Reporter #1: Well, many are pointing to things such as your attack on your friend Hot Stuff Mark Ward and hitting him with your Best of All finishing move, insisting that this is not something you two would have planned nor Mark would have agreed to.
Nick: Let me tell you, those people are freakin' idiots. Hello, that was the WHOLE FREAKIN' POINT!! This just goes to prove how much smarter Mark and I are than all of you boobs.
Reporter #1: What exactly do you mean by that?
Nick: Oh boy, why am I not surprised. If I came out and said "oh yeah, I'm not friends with Mark anymore, I'm on Erik Staggs' side", not a single damn person would have believed that crap. Erik would have been up my ass the whole time and the second Mark knew a single thing that they had planned, all eyes would have been on me. The point is that we had to take it to a level that nobody would ever believe that we would to make sure that nobody ever doubted me, and in the end, we were proven absolutely, undeniably correct. The moment I put Hot Stuff down for the count, everyone became completely convinced every last bit of it was true. Sure, it undoubtedly hurt Mark like a bitch, but he's not a pussy and in the end was willing to take the pain in order to do what he needed to do. The fact some boobs out there are still questioning it only proves it further. Alright, next question people!
Reporter #2: Hi, my name is... never mind. Anyway, to follow up on that same line of questioning, part of the reason some still doubt you is, why even do all of that to begin with?
Nick: Why? Seriously?!? How about because my boy Mark is one wise man and knew that his best way to come out on top was to have me involved and even more importantly, in his corner. When all was said and done, me taking Erik and his little cronies apart from the inside out was not only the most sure-fire way to put this all to an end, but to do it as quickly as possible. What else have you guys got?
Reporter #3: If you really were on the side of Team SCW, does that mean you are entitled to one of the dream matches?
Nick: I sure as hell better be. Just think about it for a second, I am literally THE whole reason, without any question, that the rest of these useless clowns are even getting their so-called...
Nick puts his fingers up to make air quotes.
Nick: ... "dream matches" to begin with. If these morons who didn't do anything and get one, how could I not? Next?
Reporter #4: Moving along from the past circumstances, what are your thoughts about this week's opponent?
Nick: Oh, right... who the hell is that again?
Reporter #4: That would be "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green.
Nick: Mr. Showtime? Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me. Is he supposed to named after that garbage second-rate so-called "premium" channel? Or maybe he's the bastard child of that awful Mr. Show with those two sorry-ass losers. He'd probably be a great fit with those turds. He doesn't seriously call himself this, does he?
Reporter #4: He does, and also refers to himself as the Showstopper.
Nick: Now THAT sounds like a far more appropriate and accurate assessment of what he really is. I'm guessing every time he gets out in the ring or on camera, whatever show he is on comes to a screeching halt as everyone is left in under disbelief as to how completely awful Drake truly is.
Reporter #4: Ok, but um... what about my initial question, as far as him as an opponent this week? Are you actually aware of what he has done in SCW?
Nick: Of course I am, I'm not idiot. I know full well that last week that bum faced off against that 'tard Kevin Carter. I have no doubt that Drake think that him picking up a wind over Carter somehow is some sort of big deal and actually means something. I can assure you, it does not. Let me remind all of you, and also Drake, that Carter was the loser that was originally supposed to be the big deal in Erik Staggs' corner. Yet he never really did crap for Erik and instead Erik spent the entire time trying to recruit me. What happened when Erik thought he finally had me on his side, he kicked Carter's sorry ass to the curb like that.
Nick snaps his fingers.
Nick: Everyone knew that Carter was nothing compared to me, and this clown is going to learn that the hard way this Sunday. While Carter tried to play it off as some other nonsense, the truth is Carter running off to Team SCW was nothing more than his petty jealousy towards the fact that I immediately became the top dog on Team Erik before I had done a damn thing, and Carter was suddenly an afterthought. I mean hell, I did more for Team Erik, even as a freakin' mole, than Carter's useless ass ever did. The point being, Drake has nothing to be proud of, and it won't mean a damn thing for him come Sunday. The only thing Drake did last week was beat someone who's stardom is self-proclaimed and his so-called "championship" was self-proclaimed as well.
Reporter #5: Well I have to ask, given the fact that you are also notorious for talking yourself up so much, what makes you think that you're so different from Kevin Carter?
Nick: Oh, I don't know because maybe, just maybe, there's a difference between some no-talent loser making crap up about why he's so great, and the industries very best filling everyone in on facts about why he truly is the greatest. What an amazingly concept, huh Einstein?
Reporter #5: How exactly are what each of you say so different?
Nick: Are you serious with this shit? How about the fact that Carter's great claim to fame is going on about a title he never freakin' won. Me on the other hand? Well going back to the very beginning of my career, I was already the GXW X-Division champion shortly after I entered this business and went on to also become the GXW World Heavyweight Champion. Fast forward to my team here and I don't think there's even a question about who has proved themselves to be the best around here. You are currently looking at a TWO-TIME SCW Heavyweight Champion, the only two-time champion in the belt's history. Not to mention the longest reigning champion in the championship's history as well. That not enough for you? How about the fact that I cleaned up at the SCW 1-Year Awards, bringing home FIVE different awards, including Man of the Year AND Wrestler of the Year? And you know what, just as a little bit of icing on top of this cake, how about the fact that every damn person in this room, and watching at home, knows for shit sure that I am, by all rights, the current REIGNING NWA World Heavyweight Champion. Don't get me wrong, you can screw that company and that piece of trash belt, but the one reason why it is relevant is that it proves, beyond doubt, that I am better than every last loser who was ever a part of that organization, in any one of the various wrestling federations, and that includes that complete nobody hack Drake Green.
Reporter #5: So you really think your match against Drake will go so much differently than his versus Kevin Carter?
Nick: That's not even up for debate. It's not just that I will win, it's that I will whoop his ass all over that ring and show everyone why he doesn't even belong in the same building with me, never mind in an actual match. He'll get to learn first hand the reality of the fact that everything I say is true, because it ain't bragging if you can back it up. As you've all been told many times before; I'm not cocky, I'm just the best. That's it, we're done here.
With that, Nick pushes the microphone away and storms away from the podium and leaving the stage. The reporters all jump to their feet and try to sneak in a last question while snapping some photos, but Jimmy is quick to run over and keep himself between Nick and the crowd as Nick disappears into the back as the scene cuts away.
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Sunday, July 14th, 2013
The scene opens up in the backstage area of the Bally's Grand Ballroom in Reno, Nevada, not long before that night's edition of SCW Climax Control was set to go on the air. The scene shows Nick Jones walking out of a door into one of the backstage hallways and just as he does, he nearly runs directly into SCW Nurse Zoey Carpenter as she comes moving full speed down the hallway. The two of them both come to a quick stop as Zoey turns to Nick with a smile on her face.
Zoey: Oh, hey Nick. Listen, I really wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day.
Nick looks made a bit nervous by Zoey's comment and opens his mouth to go to speak, but Zoey quickly cuts him off before he can say anything.
Zoey: Please, let me just say what I need to say. I just need to get this out.
Nick seems to get more nervous by the moment as he goes to speak again.
Nick: But...
Zoey puts up one finger to indicate for Nick to wait as she continues on.
Zoey: It's just, well... about what happened at last week's show. You see, I...
Suddenly, from the doorway behind Nick which he just exited from emerges Nick's girlfriend, Diana. As she appears, it becomes quite apparent the reason for Nick's nervousness and Zoey quickly becomes nervous herself as her eyes go wide and she begins to stutter.
Zoey: Um, uh... yeah, ok... great... thanks for the help. Um... bye.
With that, Zoey quickly turns and rushes off down the hallway without another word. Nick then turns his attention towards Diana with a nervous smile on his face as Diana has a scowl upon hers.
Diana: Care to tell me what exactly that was all about?
Nick: What are you talking about?
Diana: You... and HER. We've talked about this before, Nick.
Nick: Yeah, but... I mean, nothing happened. We didn't even really say anything. Just kind of ran into each other. It was no big deal.
Diana: Ok fine, then what did you guys say?
Nick: What? It was nothing. Let's just move on.
Diana is clearly becoming more annoyed by the second as the tone in her voice gets more and more towards anger.
Diana: If it was nothing then why won't you just tell me what the hell that was all about, huh?
Nick: Well you heard her, she just um... asked me to help her with something. So, you know... I did.
Diana: Fine, what did you help her with?
Nick: She needed to, um... know, uh...
Suddenly a big smile comes across his face as something seems to come to his mind.
Nick: She needed to know where Mark's office is tonight. Yeah, that's it! So, you know, totally makes sense she would ask me, right?
Diana looks at Nick suspiciously but seems to be calming down a bit in the process.
Diana: I suppose so. Why did she need to know where Mark was though?
Nick: Well, that's a, uh... good question.
Diana: And the answer would be?
Nick: Mark needed some, um... medical treatment. You know, because she's a nurse.
Diana seems somewhat perplexed by this explanation as she continues on with more questions.
Diana: Medical treatment? Medical treatment for what? Mark hasn't wrestled since you guys had your match three weeks ago, why would he need treatment now?
Nick: That's because, well... it's not for an injury. Yeah.
Diana: Then what is it for?
Nick: Well, um... Mark would probably rather I not go around telling people that.
Diana: Oh, come on, honey... it's me. We don't keep secrets from each other, Mark knows that. Besides, he's your friend and I want to know if something is wrong. What is it?
Nick: Well, it is, um... she's giving him, uh... a prostate exam.
Nick looks confused, seeming to not even believe that he just said that, while Diana on the other hand looks absolutely disgusted by that answer.
Diana: Ew, are you kidding me? Why the hell would you tell me that?!?
Nick: Oh, I don't know, maybe because you ASKED ME?!
Diana: Yeah, but I didn't know it was going to be THAT.
Nick: How would you without me telling you? I told you that you shouldn't know, but you wouldn't stop nagging the shit out of me!
Diana: Oh, so now this is my fault?
Nick: Hold on, let me think about it. Oh yeah, that's right... it is!
Diana: There's a freakin' shocker. Everything that ever happens is never the fault of the immortal Nick Jones, is that about right?
Nick: It certainly is when someone is bitching and moaning about being told they were all pissed off about not being told about in the first place!
Diana: Oh, screw you!
Diana pushes past Nick and starts to walk down the hall, but before going too far turns and looks back at Nick.
Diana: You know, I've already told you this AT LEAST once before, but I'm going to make this crystal clear right now. I don't EVER want to see you anywhere near that stupid whore again, you hear me? I don't care what ridiculous reason you have to excuse it, it better not happen. Got it?
Nick: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Diana turns and storms off as Nick rolls his eyes as Diana disappears out of sight. Once she is finally gone, Nick takes a deep sigh of relief and speaks quietly to himself.
Nick: I can't believe I pulled that crap off and that she actually believed me. I mean, a prostate exam? What the hell is the matter with me?
Nick shakes his head and walks off out of the shot as the scene cuts away.
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Later that night...
The scene opens back up in the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, as he is there along with Nick Jones, who seems to have just finished up telling him the story of the exchange that just took place between him and Diana.
Nick: So basically, the bottom line is that in case it comes up and she asks you, you've got to tell Diana that Zoey was trying to track you down for some medical treatment. You got it?
HS: Yeah, yeah yank, I've got it. I'm not an idiot you know. Don't sweat it, it'll be fine.
Nick: Ok great, thanks limey. The last thing I need is any reasons to be catching any more shit from her than I already have been lately.
HS: I hear you mate. So just in case it comes up, I guess I should be prepared; what did you tell her I was getting treated for exactly?
Nick: Um... don't worry about it, it's not a big deal really. Just stick to the basic story and it'll be fine.
Nick's hesitance to respond clearly makes Mark suspicious, as he shoots Nick a curious look.
HS: What are you talking about? Just tell me what you said to her yank. I don't want to be the reason you guys get into another fight.
Nick: It's just... it doesn't matter.
HS: Are you kidding me? You came here asking me to lie to your girlfriend for you, and now you won't even tell me what you said to her?
Nick: Fine, I'll tell you! Just give me a damn minute, ok?
Mark looks at Nick rather confused as Nick is still hesitant to continue, but let's out a sigh before continuing on, mumbling in a quieter tone.
Nick: I told Diana that Zoey had to give you a prostate exam.
Mark's eyes go wide as he clearly still managed to pick up everything Nick said.
HS: You what?!? What the hell is wrong with you yank?!?
Nick: I don't know, I panicked. I needed to come up with something and I figured, if I told her something like that, she wasn't going to want to press the issue too much.
HS: So your solution is to tell your girlfriend that the nurse is coming around to start shoving things up my ass?!?
Nick: Well I didn't exactly put it like that.
HS: You might as well have! Listen, I don't need this crap right now. In case you haven't been paying attention, I have a match tonight.
Nick: Big deal, me too. Against that guy... damnit, what the hell is his name again?
HS: It's Drake Green you horses ass. Seriously?
Nick: What can I say, it's hard to remember someone's name when you really just don't give a crap.
HS: Whatever. It doesn't matter, the bottom line is my match is much earlier on than yours and I need to go get ready.
Nick: Yeah, need plenty of time to recover from that uncomfortable prostate exam.
Mark scowls at Nick, as Nick puts a big cheesy smile on his face, causing Mark to simply shake his head at him.
Nick: It was just a joke. Listen, I'm sure it won't ever come up again. Good luck out there limey.
HS: Yeah, whatever. You too, I guess.
Nick: Trust me limey, I don't need it.
Nick gives Mark a quick pat on the back and turns and walks off as the scene fades to black.
