Sunday, August 26th, 2012
A Couple of Hours After Climax Control
The scene fades into a luxury penthouse hotel suite in Bangkok, Thailand. Seated around throughout the various areas of the room are a lot of familiar faces, as it is the suite of SCW's new Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones, and the entirety of his entourage. Seated on the couch in front of the TV are Tony and Jimmy, with Nick seated in a recliner chair right next to the couch, with Diana seated on his lap. At the same time, seated over at the table in the kitchen area is Big B and Max, playing cards. After a few moments of things continuing on as they are, a knock is suddenly heard on the door. This immediately grabs Nick's attention, as he turns and looks towards the door with a confused expression.
Nick: Who the hell could that be? It's the middle of the freakin' night.
Big B: Don't worry cuz, I'll take care of it.
Big B puts down his playing cards and gets up from his seat at the table. Big B walks over towards the door and looks out through the peephole, but pulls his head back and seems hesitant to open the door.
Nick: Who is it?
Big B turns back towards Nick and gives a shrug.
Big B: I don't know, I can't see anything. The peephole is blocked.
Nick immediately turns towards Tony and simply nods in his direction. Tony, clearly understanding Nick's line of thought, gets right up from his seat and heads over towards the door and stops a few feet behind Big B as he cracks his knuckles.
Tony: Open da door and let's take care of dis, a'ight?
Big B unlocks the door bolt from the door and then puts his hand on the doorknob, looking back to Tony for a moment. Tony nods at Big B, who then quickly pulls down on the door handle and pulls the door open. In an instant, it becomes quick clear that the reason for the inability to see who it was is the guilty parties were leaning up against the door. With the door now open, two men come tumbling into the suite and crash straight down on the floor. The two men are laughing as they pull themselves off the floor and as it gets up, it is clear that the guilty parties are the drunken pair formerly known as Life of the Party, SCW superstar Shane Boswell and his cousin, Matt Grove. As is the norm whenever these two are seen together, they both seem to already be extremely intoxicated. Nick, seeing these two, looks completely puzzled. he gives Diana a quick tap on the back and she moves out of his way for a moment as he gets up out of the chair. Diana sits back down after he gets up and Nick walks straight over to them and seeing an uncertain expression from Tony, Nick shakes his head at him, at which point Tony is quick to back off a few steps. Nick then turns his attention to the two drunken cousins.
Nick: What the hell do you two dumbasses want?
Matt: Dude! We're here for the party!
Nick: What are you talking about? What party?
Shane: Come on man, we remember how the night went the last time you won that belt of yours.
Shane then points to the area on Nick's shoulder where Nick generally carries his title belt. However, Nick looks at the spot Shane is poking rather confused, as Nick is not currently holding the belt.
Shane: We're ready for round two!
Matt: Yeah, after last time there was NO WAY we were going to miss it this time.
Nick: Hate to break it to you drunken putzes, but that's not happening tonight. As far as I'm concerned, this was not a matter of capturing a title as much as it was correcting a mistake. This is nothing more than the continuation of a reign that had a slight discrepancy somewhere along the lines.
Matt: Um... what?
Shane: I have no idea what he just said, but I'm pretty sure there's no party.
Matt: What kind of crap is that?
Nick: I don't think you guys need a party anyway. It looks like you two have already drank more than enough tonight.
Matt: What... us?!?
At that moment, Matt uses his hands to motion towards himself and Shane, but in his drunken state does so rather dramatically and in the process manages to crack Shane right across the chest unnecessarily hard. Shane grabs his chest in pain as Matt carries on.
Matt: This is nothing for us. We're just getting warmed up for the night!
Nick: You're kidding me, right?
Matt: No way, tell 'em Shane!
Matt once again motions towards Shane and again in the process manages to crack him right across the chest rather hard. Shane is quick to respond this time, and rears back and drills Matt right in the chest with a knife-edge chop that echos throughout the suite. Matt grabs his chest in pain as he screams out at Shane.
Matt: Dude!
Shane: What?
Matt: DUDE!!!
Shane: WHAT?!?
Matt: DUDE! DUDE! DUDE!
Shane: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
The two then both stop and seem to think it over for a moment before shrugging.
Matt: I don't know.
Nick looks at the two of them and just shakes his head.
Nick: While it's not that this hasn't been a blast or anything, but I think it's about time for you two to get going.
Shane: Come on, doesn't the champ need to do a little celebrating?
Nick: I think I'll pass. How about you two go out and do enough celebrating for the three of us?
Shane and Matt both look at each and smile as they nod their heads before turning back to Matt.
Matt: Sounds good to me!
Shane: We won't let you down.
Nick: Of that, I have little doubt. Well... bye.
Nick starts to shove the two of them out the door, trying to close it behind them. However, before Nick can get the door closed, Matt shoves his way back in a bit as he starts waving to everyone.
Matt: Bye everybody!!
Most everyone ignores Matt, except for Big B who excitedly waves back to Matt with a big smile on his face. Nick shoots Big B his typical look of disdain for his cousin's idiocy before finishing shoving Matt out the door.
Nick: Yeah, whatever, bye.
Nick then slams the door shut behind the two drunks and then quickly locks the door. Nick then rolls his eyes as he lets out a sigh.
Nick: Idiots.
Big B: What'd I do?
Nick: Not you, you idiot.
Big B: Oh.
Nick shakes his head and laughs to himself as he goes to return his seat by the TV as the scene fades.
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Earlier today...
The scene opens back up inside of a hotel suite in Bejing, China in the middle of the day. The suite is rather quiet at this time, but who is staying in it is made clear as SCW Champion Nick Jones is seen curled up on the couch with his eyes closed. A few moments later, Nick's manager Jimmy "Money" Mason comes walking out from one of the rooms and walks right up to the back of the couch, looking down at Nick.
Jimmy: Nicky, baby, what's going on?
Nick's response is quiet and mumbled.
Nick: I'm trying to take a nap here.
Jimmy: That's great, baby. Listen I have a quick question for you.
Nick: What the hell about "trying to take a nap" do you not understand?
Jimmy: It'll be real quick baby, I swear.
Nick: Fine! What is it?
Jimmy: Well baby, I've kind of been wondering... what's going on with that book? I mean, I haven't seen you doing anything for it lately, and the deadline is coming, baby.
Nick: Yeah, yeah. I'll get to it later.
Jimmy: That's the problem, it can't always be "later" baby. You have some great stuff to be working with. You've got the belt back and everything, baby. It's money! You need to write about all of this while it's still fresh in your mind, ya know?
Nick: Oh really? I'm sure the readers of my book will really want to hear about all some hack who, throughout his entire career, always has and always will live in my shadow, while he holds onto some second rate piece of tin he calls a title. Then I can tell them all about how the oh so brilliant way of hyping this upcoming match is to make me waste my time facing Spike's useless brother who's an even bigger joke of a no-talent hack than Spike himself. I didn't even know that was possible. I'm sure everyone would just love to hear about how that dumbass apparently thinks the world needs a poor man's Asthon Kutcher, which isn't such a good sign considering nobody wants to even see or hear from that original loser.
Jimmy: Well baby, that's not exactly what I had...
Nick doesn't bother letting Jimmy finish, cutting him off, while in the process clearly having gotten a little riled up, as he now sits up on the couch and looks at Jimmy as he continues, much more loudly.
Nick: Seriously, this little shit is a complete waste of my time and an SCW main event match. What is this even supposed to accomplish? Am I supposed to be impressed by some nobody loser because he won a tag title? Ooooh, whoop-dee-freakin-doo. He's such a talent that he can't actually win matches by himself, but apparently, when getting helped along by someone else, is good enough to occasionally beat a couple of other guys who are too talentless to ever win any matches by themselves.
Jimmy: I hear what you're saying Nicky, but what's that got to do with the book?
Nick: Because this is the kind of useless shit SCW is currently wasting my time with, and the exact reason I'm not writing a damn word of what's currently happening down in my book. I'd gain more interest if I just wiped my ass with a couple of pages and stuck it in the middle of the book.
Jimmy: I don't even know how to respond to that.
Nick: You can respond by getting the hell out of here and letting me take my damn nap.
Jimmy: But...
Nick: If you feel like keeping this job, I don't want to hear another word.
Jimmy stands there for a moment clearly wanting to say something else, but too afraid to do so. At that point, Nick turns over, laying back down on the couch as he closing his eyes once again to take a nap. After a few seconds of contemplation, Jimmy silently walks away, heading back to the room from which he originally came as the scene fades.
