The scene opens up at the Los Angeles, California home of the former two-time SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones. Nick is seen inside of his house, laid out across the couch and watch television. A quick look shows that Nick is in fact watching this past week's episode of Climax Control. As he watches intently, he has a bit of a scowl on his face in the process, clearly not too happy with what he is seeing. A moment later, Nick's girlfriend Diana Roberts walks into the room and immediately notices the look on Nick's face, causing her to roll her eyes.
Diana: Oh no, what is it this time?
Nick: Nothing really, it's just... this nonsense.
Nick motions over towards the television causing Diana to turn back and look at for the first time, now only just realizing what Nick is watching and, in the process, bringing a look of confusion to her face. She turns back to Nick with an eyebrow raised as she speaks to him in a rather surprised tone.
Diana: You're really watching... this?
Nick: Yeah, what of it?
Diana: This is SCW... the last Climax Control.
Nick: Um, yeah... I know that, I'm the one who put it on, babe.
Diana: Yeah, I get that. I just find it... surprising... is all.
Nick: Why? I watch SCW all the freakin' time?
Diana: I guess so. But you do realize that this is not YOU on SCW TV, right? More importantly, it's not you kicking someone else's ass on SCW TV.
Nick cannot help but let out a chuckle as he looks around from the TV for the first time in this conversation, looking towards Diana as he shrugs his shoulders.
Nick: What can I say? I guess you've got a point there.
Diana: Ok, well I guess that makes me feel a little better. So what's going on with this?
Nick: It's, it's... this. Look at this crap!
Diana turns towards the television and starts playing closer attention to what is on, and it happens to be last week's promo from Nick's upcoming tag team partner, Giani Di Luca.
Diana: Ah. Not a fan, are we?
Nick: What the hell do you think? Do you believe I seriously have to team with this schmuck?
Diana: It's not like you haven't been forced to team with other imbeciles in the past, so what's the difference? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm well aware that this guy is a bit of a horses ass...
Nick doesn't even let her finish as he immediately jumps in to cut her off.
Nick: Yeah, and now he's worse than ever!
Diana: Really? What makes you say that?
Nick: Just listen to this verbal diarrhea he's spewing. Sure, he may have been obnoxious before, but I could at least let it go for one night, given the guy actually had the balls to not pander to those mindless mouth-breathers in the audience.
Diana: But...?
Nick: Do I even need ot say it? Just look at him now! The guy at least showed a little something before, even if he was a worthless piece of Jersey trash. Sure, he represented everything that was wrong with those people, that place, and really just absolutely everything associated with New Jersey.
Diana: Wow, where did that come from?
Nick: I'm not really a fan of that state.
Diana: Yeah, I kind of got that.
Nick: It's more than that, to be honest I really just hate absolutely everything and EVERYONE from that garbage dump, without a single damn exception. You got me?
Diana suddenly looks confused again, as she questions Nick on something.
Diana: Everyone? Really? But isn't Cr...
Nick doesn't let Diana finish her thought, as he quickly interjects and carries on.
Nick: It doens't matter, the point is about this clown and the way he's acting right now. Now he's moved on to trying to become this ridiculous ball-washer to every one of these useless nobodies. While I may be used to unfortunately having to step into the ring and go up against one or two of those complete clowns every now and then, actually being forced to team with one of those is just nauseating. I'm seriously not sure I can even do it.
Diana gives Nick a bit of a suspicious glance as she seems to be made a bit uncertain by how Nick is getting so riled up on this matter.
Diana: What is going on here, hun? You've been teamed with an endless list of nobodies, loser and obnoxious idiots throughout your entire wrestling career, both in SCW and before that. Why is this one suddenly such a big deal? I don't get it.
Nick seems to be made a bit uneasy by the question at first, but then quickly tries to play it off.
Nick: Whatever, forget it. It's not a big deal. I've just gotten sick and tired of the whole ordeal, that's all.
Diana continues to look rather suspicious of Nick, when suddenly her entire expression changes as she seems to come to a bit of an epiphany.
Diana: Wait one damn second. I know what this is all about. This is about the SCW Heavyweight Championship isn't it? And that Giani won the title match in your guys match last week?
The annoyed look on Nick's face quickly translates to anger as he immediately snaps back after Diana's comment.
Nick: Well how the hell do you think I should feel? I get screw over time and time again by this shit-hole of a company, and I'm supposed to be just fine and dandy with it? SCREW THAT!!! You are talking to the TWO-TIME SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION here honey, don't you friggin' forget that. The rest of these no-name talentless clowns don't have as many Heavyweight title reigns combined as I do on my own, yet they have been given their shots at the belt. Yet in spite of all of this, somehow, someway, I still get screwed time and time again. Do I even need to points out the fact that I STILL have yet to even receive my title rematch from my second championship reign, which ended nearly a year ago now?!? That's right, a year and NO FREAKIN' REMATCH!!!
Diana: Doesn't his match at Summer XXXtreme II count as that though?
Nick: Are you kidding me with that shit?!? What, do you work for this company full of idiots now, too? Are you trying to tell me that some absurd 6-man tag match, 10 friggin' months later, that I by all rights won by the way should have me as the reigning SCW champ, is now supposed to suddenly count as the 1-on-1 rematch I was supposed to get long, long ago?
Diana gets a little quieter and rolls her eyes before responding.
Diana: Sorry I asked.
Nick: Is anything I said not true though? I held that damn title for nearly the ENTIRETY of 2012. I was named SCW's Wrestler of the Year, Man of the Year and hell... the list goes on. Yet, in spite of all of this, how am I treated? Like utter crap, that's how!
Diana: And what does any of this have to do with Sunday's match?
Nick: I'll tell you exactly what, it's my chance to make a damn point to these numbskullls. Here's an idea, how about I go out there and show everyone that I'm not just better than each of those clowns on their own, which anyone with half a brain already knows, but how about I also show them how I'm better than all three of their sorry asses combined? Then all three of them, all of the other idiots in that locker room and in the back offices, can take their stupid little title shots and shove them right up their collective asses. Because at that point, I will be well on my way to regaining what is by all rights mine.
Nick has a smug smile as he seems rather proud of himself, but Diana seems to be made a bit nervous by the idea.
Diana: I like your spirit, but perhaps that's not such a good idea. You're basically suggesting turning the currently booked tag team match into a three-on-one handicap match. I mean, say what you want about Giani, but he's not exactly going to stand by and let you turn on him to prove a point without any sort of retaliation. Those three also all have friends of their own while these days, well... I have to be honest, the only person you can count on to have your back anymore is that big goomba over there.
Diana points over towards the entryway to the living room where Nick's friend and goon, Tony Capicelli, is standing there leaning up against the doorway, quietly watching this all transpire. Tony then gives a quick nod towards Nick and slight hand wave before flicking away the toothpick that he was currently using and cracking his knuckles. Nick looks at Tony for a few seconds and seems to be a bit annoyed as he seems to realize Diana is right. He then stands up from his seat on the couch and glares back down at Diana.
Nick: Whatever, that's not the damn point. Just... just... forget it!
Nick turns and goes to storm off, but before he gets more than a step or two away, the promo from Giani on TV reaches the point where Spike kicks Giani right in the family jewels. The sight causes Nick to stop in his tracks and burst out into laughter as he watches Giani crumble to the ground in a heap.
Nick: That is freakin' fantastic! I will tell you what, that right there really just kind of made it all a little better. Hell, maybe I had Spike all wrong back when were at each others throats.
Nick then stops and thinks things over for a moment before shaking his head vigorously.
Nick: Nah! They're both complete sellout douchebag losers, but it's still funny to watch one kick the other in the balls. It's going to be even funnier when I have both Kain and Goth then even more pain then a simple kick to the nuts can give to anyone. Trust me babe, this is only the beginning.
With that, Nick turns and walks off as the scene fades.
