Some time last week...
The scene opens up somewhere out in the wild of Australia, some time prior to last weeks' episode of Climax Control taking place in Queensland. The current land before the camera is a bit of a jungle environment, as it moves through the area, slowly moving in on a swamp-like area. Suddenly, out of nowhere, jumping right in front of the camera is a man wearing a little safari outfit of khaki shorts, a button-up short-sleeved khaki shirt and a matching hat to go along with it. After taking a closer look, it becomes clear that this man is in fact the SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones. As Nick comes into view a big smile comes across his face as he begins to speak, in a very fake, overly exaggerated Australian accent.
Nick: G'day mates!!! You're joining me out here in the ole Aussie Outback to go on a bit of a hunt. Now we need to be very careful, because there's a whole lot of wild creatures around us at all times, all looking to get a piece of what's really mine. So we ought to be real quiet while he got in the hunt. So hush up and follow me.
Nick puts his finger up to his lips and shushes in the direction of the camera, before turning and walking deeper into the area of the more thick brush. After he goes a few steps in, Nick turns towards the camera and waves for him to followed, at which point the camera starts to move along further into the jungle area with Nick. As they continue walking on, Nick continues speaking in his ridiculous accent.
Nick: Now mates, ya need to understand, the creatures around us bring on a very interesting challenge. While they're rather weak and extremely stupid, they sure can be a stubborn bunch and no matter how many teams you remind them of what lesser life forms they are, they keep on coming back. So that's why you've got to go and track down what you want yourself, and don't let any of these other animals get their filthy little mitts on it. Follow me, it should be right this way.
Nick ducks down into the brush as he very slowly creeps along, seeming to try to stay hidden. After a certain while, he gets to an area that appears to be right before a clearing and waits as the camera catches up. As the camera gets in close, Nick turns back to it.
Nick: She's going to be right through here. Let's take a look, 'cause she's a real beaut!
Nick pushes apart some of the tall grass right before them, and then pokes his head out into the area as the camera pans over to show what he is looking at. The camera pans across, showing an opening that leads into a swamp area. However, just short of the swamp is a log and sitting right on top of it is the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt, the sunlight shining brightly off of it.
Nick: CRIKEY!!!
Nick quickly spins back to the camera.
Nick: Ain't she a beaut?!? Well it looks like we've officially tracked her down, now we gotta wrestle the old girl and take her for ourselves. Let's go!
Nick leaps up to his feet and quickly bursts out into the clearing, leaping straight to the log and diving right on top of the title belt. Nick then starts to roll back and forth, acting as if he's wrestling with the belt, in the process plunging straight into the swamp. Nick starts to trash around while in the swamp water, before eventually pulling himself out of the swamp and raising the title belt over his head in victory.
Nick: I got 'er mates!
Nick then quickly ducks back down, putting his finger to his lips and shushing towards the camera once again.
Nick: You have to remember though, just like I warned you, there's always some big dumb oafs never too far away, looking to take your hunted game. Actually, I think I hear one now.
Nick is then seen nodding in a direction off camera and as he does, just out of the side view of the scene, Tony Capicelli can be seen going through the wooded area and walking through some tall grass to another area. Nick looks back to the camera and motions for the camera to follow him as he heads off, crawling in the direction Tony just went. Just as they get to right before the area Tony walked through, Nick shushes the camera again and then parts through the grass, looking through. The camera pans over to the area and there we see a small grassy opening with Big B standing there with his back facing towards where Nick and the camera currently are. At that same time, Tony can be seen walking up right besides Big B and start talking to him.
Tony: Hey big guy, how's it goin'?
Big B: Fine, I guess, but do you know why Nick absolutely insisted I stand right here, facing this direction?
Tony: Um, uh... no idea, buddy. Listen, I gotta run. I'll talk to yas lata'.
With that, Tony slaps Big B on the back before he leaving and as he walks away, it becomes clear that in the process, Tony stuck a piece of paper onto B's back. As Tony walks away, the camera zooms into the piece of paper to show a sign that reads "Rage, Spike Staggs, etc.". The camera then zooms back out and pans over to Nick.
Nick: See? What'd I tell ya? Another one of those useless animals now. Crickey! Well, I say it's time we go take care of him before he thinks he can have what's mine! I need to do it, for the sake of this beaut, I need to take care of all these creatures!
Nick holds up the title as he says that before then handing the belt off to whoever it is that is manning the camera. Nick then creeps out of the grass and up behind Big B and as he gets right in striking distance, Nick leaps right up onto Big B's back. However, B manages to hold the weight of Nick, although seeming startled by the sudden action.
Big B: What the heck?!
Big B reaches back and goes to grab whoever is on his back, but upon looking over his shoulder, sees that it is Nick and stops himself. Instead looking at his cousin rather confused.
Big B: What are you doing, cuz? Get off!
Nick, clearly expecting a different result. Drops back and turns to the camera, putting up his finger, to indicate to wait just a moment as Big B turns back around to face Nick.
Big B: What was that all about? And what's with the camera? Hi Jimmy!
Big B waives in the direction of the camera, and a hand can be seen coming from behind the camera and waiving back.
Big B: Your outfit is kind of cool too. Where can I get one?
Nick: Well, you see, the whole thing is, um... kind of...
Nick suddenly stops and doesn't say another word, suddenly lunging in at Big B, grabbing him and sweeping his legs out from under him, shoving Big B down into the ground and sending him face first into a mud pit! In the process, the momentum sends Nick so that he ends up coming down right on the back of Big B.
Big B: What the hell?!? GET OFF!!!
Nick pushes himself up a little off of the back of Big B and then proceeds to shove a knee right into the back of Big B, holding him down and shoving him further into the mud as he looks towards the camera again with a big smile on his face.
Nick: See mates? That's how ya make sure ya take care of these disgusting creatures. Sure they're big, and stupid, and ugly, and useless and... well, you get the point, but that doesn't mean you need to be scared of them.
Big B: I SAID GET OFF OF ME DAMN IT!!!
Big B starts to struggle underneath Nick even more, as Nick just ignores him while Big B is clearly becoming more and more angry.
Nick: As you can see, they'll whine and throw fits a lot after you beat them, but it doesn't matter in the end, because the winner is still the winner. And I'm the one who gets to go home with that beaut!
Nick motions towards just off camera as Jimmy then takes the SCW Championship and holds of the camera.
Nick: So with that, I say to all of you...
Big B: GET... OFF... NOW!!!
Nick can't even finish what he's saying, as a burst of rage comes from Big B as he shoves himself up out of the mud, and in the process sends Nick flying right off of the back to him. Nick quickly scrambles up to his feet and looks to the camera.
Nick: Goodnight mates!
Nick waves to the camera, and then bursts into laughter as he runs off, with a moment later Big B getting up to his feet and taking chase after Nick off into the wooded area. Both can be heard moving all around the area, even though they are not seen. That is until suddenly Nick can be seen leaping out of the tall grass again back into the clearing and runs to the far side and stops. A moment later, Big B follows through and makes a bee-line for Nick, but before he can get there, Tony runs in and cuts him off, getting in between Big B and Nick.
Big B: Get out of way my, Tone. I'm gonna kill him!
Tony: Nah bud, ya ain't. He's got ya and it was pretty friggin' funny. Get over it, a'ight? You's knows it happens to all of us who work for da boss.
Big B: I don't give a shit, this time he went too far!
Nick: Ooooooo, I'm SO scared.
As Nick says that and starts to laugh again, Big B tries to get at Nick once again, but Tony manages to keep himself between the two of them. Big B breathes heavily, his face red as he stares down Nick.
Big B: Fine, I'll let it go for now, but you can't keep your eyes on me all the time. Do you know what I'm going to end up doing later?
Nick: Yeah, you're going to clean off this title belt. It's filthy!
Nick walks over towards the camera and reaches behind it and grabs the mud-covered title belt and tosses it over it to Big B. B catches it and looks down at it before looking up at Nick and glaring at him once again.
Nick: So you better get to it, Bernie.
Nick can't help but laugh again before turning towards the camera and motioning for it to be cut. At that same moment, Big B can seen lunging past Tony.
Big B: You son of a...
The scene then suddenly cuts to black before any more can be seen or heard.
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A few days later...
The scene opens back up outside of the Cairns Convention Centre in Queensland. The lot and entire area around the arena seem to be completely empty and the signs outside are not even lit up. A moment later, a black limousine pulls up into the lot and makes it's way around to the backstage garage area. As the limo pulls up, it comes to a stop as the garage door to the back is completely closed and locked up. After a few moments of the limo sitting still, one of the back doors opens and out steps SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones, dressed in a suit and with his title belt laying over his shoulder. Nick gets out and glares at the door for a moment before turning back and looking back into the car.
Nick: What the hell is this crap?
A moment later, Nick is followed out of the car by the rest of the car's occupants as Diana is quick to follow up and walk right up next to Nick and shortly after her, followed by each of Big B, Tony, Jimmy and Max.
Diana: I have no idea, this is just strange. I've never seen anything like this before. It's like they've locked us out.
Nick: These stupid Aussie bastards don't know what they're doing. We need this taken care of, and pronto. You two...
Nick turns and points towards Tony and Big B.
Nick: Go find somebody who works at this place and get this damn thing opened.
Tony: You's gots it, boss.
Tony goes to walk off around the arena, but stops as he notices Big B hasn't move an inch. Rather, B stands there with his arms folded across his chest, staring down Nick. Nick is completely oblivious to this as he continues to look around, trying to figure something out and Tony is sure to take care of it before Nick realizes. Tony is quick to walk over and smacks Big B on the arm and motions for B to follow him. B waves Tony off, ignoring him as he continues to stare down Nick, that is until Tony winds up and hits Big B even harder, this time upside the back of the head. The hit is quick to draw B's attention, who shoots a dirty look in Tony's direction. Tony continues to stay silent as he against motions for B to follow him and while clearly annoyed, Big B seems to decide it best to just concede, as he follows Tony as the two walk off to go around the arena and find an employee. As they walk out of sight, the conversation between the others continues on.
Nick: Yeah, I'm sure this is just SCW wants to see. Having these morons locking their top draw, their biggest talent, their champion, out of the damn building.
Jimmy: Nicky, baby, it must just be a mistake.
Nick: Of course it's a mistake, nobody in this world is stupid enough to do this kind of crap on purpose. At least not to me.
Jimmy: That's what I'm saying, so don't worry about it baby, we'll have it taken care of it in no time.
Nick: It damn well better be. Hell, you're my agent, why don't you get... "agenting", or whatever the hell you call it. Pick up that phone of yours, make some calls, and find out what the hell is going on here.
Jimmy: Whatever you say, Nicky.
Jimmy takes a few steps back and can be seen in the background pulling out his cell phone and making some calls. After a moment, with Max left as the only one amongst the group still there, he takes a few steps forward, moving up to the other side of Nick. After a few moments of silence, Max turns to Nick.
Max: Is there anything you would like me to do, Mr. Jones?
Nick stops and looks at Max rather inquisitively.
Nick: What the hell are YOU of all people going to do about something like THIS?
Max, clearly have no answer for his boss, simply looks at him and shrugs in response.
Nick: Exactly, so chill out Maxy-Pad, and let the big oafs and the big-mouth do all the work for a while. You're high strung enough already, time to learn to take it easy.
Max nods along as he listens to what Nick is saying. As he finishes, Nick then turns back and momentarily ducks into the limousine. A few seconds later, Nick emerges with three glasses, handing one each to Diana and Max, keeping the third for himself, before ducking back in and coming out with his free hand now having a crystal decanter filled with liquor in it.
Nick: And THIS is how you relax in style, my uptight little friend.
Nick takes the decanter and proceeds to fill Diana's glass, then Max's and finally his own before placing the decanter down on top of the roof of the limo. Nick then raises his glass and Diana is quick to do the same as they cheers. However, they both keep their glasses raised as they turn and look at Max, who is to preoccupied with his own glass to be aware of what is going on. As they watch Max, he looks closely at the liquor in at, swirling the glass around a bit before sniffing the liquor a bit, quickly pulling his head back with a disgusted look on his face. As he looks up, he then sees Diana and Nick staring at him and is quick to raise his glass to theirs as well.
Nick: To a little rest and relaxation for those of us who have earned it. Cheers!
Diana: Cheers!
Max: L'chaim!
Both Nick and Diana turn and look at Max with confusion.
Nick: Um... bless you?
Max: Do you mean gazoontite?
Nick: Say what now?
Max: Oh, never mind.
Nick: Ok, whatever... let's drink already!
The three quickly clink their glasses together once again and Nick and Diana both immediately start to drink. Max is hesitant as he brings the glass close to his lips, but can't seem to bring himself to drink any of it. Max then pinches his nose and takes a quick sip, but immediately pulls the glass away after just a small taste and starts hacking and coughing. At the same time, Nick and Diana both pull their glasses away from their mouths as they both seemed to enjoy the drink. Nick turns to Max, in the process of his hacking coughs, seemingly oblivious to it and speaks to Max.
Nick: Good stuff, huh?
Max: Well, um, uh... I guess so.
Nick smiles and slaps Max across the back, causing him to go into another coughing fit as both Nick and Diana go back to their drinks. After a few minutes of them all standing there and enjoying their drinks, or at least two of them enjoying their drinks, they are rejoined by Jimmy, who is quick to notice what they are indulging in.
Jimmy: Any chance you've got a glass of the good stuff for me?
Nick: Did you get this situation take care of?
Jimmy: Not exactly.
Nick rolls his eyes and then takes the glass he has in his hand and flips it towards Jimmy. Jimmy scrambles to catch the glass, fumbling with it for a moment before getting a grasp. He then looks into the glass and notices it is completely empty. He then looks back up to see Nick scowling at him, and quickly puts the glass down as he tries to explain.
Jimmy: Nicky, baby, it's not my fault. I tried calling both of the big guys, but nobody is answering, not Christian and not even your buddy Marky.
Nick: What the hell is going on here?
Diana: I wouldn't assume that the two are related, they could both just be avoiding calls from Jimmy. After all, would you really blame them if that were the case?
Nick: I suppose not, I've been known to do it myself.
Jimmy: HEY!
Nick: Oh shut up. You didn't accomplish anything so you don't get to talk. Speaking of not accomplishing anything, where did those two big doofuses go?
Diana: Seriously. I can't imagine what's taking them so long.
In what seems to be perfect timing, a moment later Tony and Big B can be seen coming into view, coming around the corner from the other side of the arena, and in between them, with each man holding him by one arm, is another man dressed in security uniform. The man is trying to struggle free, but is having absolutely no luck against the much bigger and stronger men who are dragging him along.
Max: Look, there they are!
Nick: It's about damn time.
The four of them wait as B and Tony drag the security guard all the way over to the limousine. Just as they get close, Tony looks right to Nick.
Tony: Sorry for da wait boss, but dis guy wouldn't come wit'out a fight. Den he started runnin' and ya know of all da t'ings I do goods, runnin' ain't one of 'em. But we caught dis guy eventually, so here he is.
Tony and Big B each release the arm they had the security guard by and Tony then shoves him from behind to right in front of Nick. Nick goes to speak, but before he can, he's interrupted by Big B.
Big B: He's an arena security guard.
Nick looks at Big B rather dumbfounded by B's comment, before looking straight back at the shirt being worn by the man that says is big block letter "SECURITY" before once again looking back at Big B.
Nick: You don't say?
Big B: Yep, it's true!
Nick shakes his head in disgust before turning his attention back to the security guard.
Nick: So what's the deal here... "mate"?
Security: Why don't you tell me? I'm the one who just got jumped by these two goons and dragged over here.
Nick: That's not what I'm talking about, I'm talking about why we're locked out of getting into the damn back.
Security: I don't know what to tell you, everybody's locked out.
Nick: Good for everybody. So how about you go ahead and take care of that, and let us in.
Security: I can't.
Nick: Why the hell not?
Security: I don't even have the access to that area myself, so I can't get you in there. Even if I could, I wouldn't be allowed to.
Nick: Again, I ask, why the hell not? I mean sure, we're a little late, but to not let us in because of that is ridiculous.
Security: What are you talking about? A little late to what?
Nick: Climax Control, what else?
As Nick says that, the security guard can't help but burst into laughter.
Nick: What is so damn funny?
Security: You're here for Climax Control? Hate to break it to you, but you're kind of here at the wrong time.
Nick: Wrong time? What are you talking about, the show started at 9 PM, and it is currently...
Nick looks at his watch and as he does say, shows it to the guard as he continues on.
Nick: 9:30. The show sure as hell didn't end in a half hour.
Security: 9:30? Not in this country pal. It's 2:30.
Nick: Say what?
Security: Um yeah, didn't you notice the fact that the parking lot was completely empty?
Nick: Not particularly, it's not like I was driving. Although I was wondering why the hell it was so bright out at 9:30 at night. Would you excuse me for just a moment.
Nick turns back to the entourage with a very displeased look on his face.
Nick: What the hell is wrong with you clowns? I told you idiots to make sure we had all of the times right on everything as soon as we got off of the flight from LA. How the hell is it that none of us noticed this, and it looks like we're ALL still on LA time?
Tony: Don't look at me boss, of all da crap ta do around here, settin' watches ain't my freakin' job. Ain't that da kind of crap Jimmy does?
Jimmy: Don't be looking at me, baby. I deal with money, and while time may be money, there's no money in time, baby. Know what I'm saying? I thought all of that ridiculous anal stuff was the kind of crap Maxy did.
Max: Well while I would normally be fine doing that, I was reassured that this was something that was being taken care of by another person.
Nick: Huh? Who?
Max: I'd rather not see.
Max, clearly a bit scared, doesn't say another word, but as he looks at Nick he motions his eyes in the direction of Big B, who stands there quietly. Nick looks at Big B and then shakes his head before looking back at the rest of them.
Nick: Are you idiots kidding me? I can't even blame the big dumbass for this one, because you should all know better to give him the responsibility of that. You really think this dipshit can figure out the difference in time zones? I ought to smack the crap out of every last one of you. Now we've got to sit around here and wait half the day to get into this damn place. Great work, morons.
Nick then turns back around to face the security guard.
Nick: Alright, so we're obviously a bit early. So when the hell is somebody who can actually open this garage going to get here so they can let us in?
Security: Early? What are you talking about? You're not here early.
Nick: You just got finished telling my it's 2:30 PM!
Security: Yeah, 2:30 PM on MONDAY... the show was last night!
Nick: WHAT?!?
Security: Yeah, you missed the whole damn thing.
Nick: You have GOT to be freakin' kidding me! What the hell did I even fly out onto this stupid useless island for?
Security: It's actually the mainland of a continent.
Nick: Who the hell asked you? This is just great!
Security: If it makes you feel any better, the show was really awesome, even without you.
Nick's face quickly turns red with anger as he grits his teeth and stares down the security guard for a moment before, suddenly grabbing him the shirt, quickly pulling him in and then laying him out with a stiff right hand right to the jaw. The security guard crumbles down to the ground as Nick spins back around the entourage.
Nick: We're leaving! Get it the damn car! NOW!
Nick does not hesitate to wait for anyone else, as he immediately climbs straight into the car, followed directly behind by Diana. Max and Jimmy are quick to follow behind and just as Tony is about to climb in, he is stopped as Big B puts a hand on his shoulder, grabbing him and holding him back. Tony quickly turns to look at Big B rather confused.
Tony: What is you's doin'?
Big B: Want to hear a secret?
Tony: Yeah, sure. But make it quick, da boss is waitin'.
Big B: The truth is, I had actually fixed all of the clocks and watches.
Tony: What is you talkin' 'bout? Dey all wrong.
Big B: Well yeah, that's because after what Nick pulled on me the other day, I went and set everything back to LA time on purpose. I knew it would cause Nick to miss the show and make him really mad. Sshhhh, don't tell him.
An even smirk comes across Big B's face, as Tony looks completely surprised. Big B then pushes his way past Tony and climbs into the car, leaving Tony standing there in a state of shock for a short period. Tony then eventually shakes it off and climbs into the limo. Tony closes the door behind him without everyone in and then the limousine drives off, leaving the unconscious security guard laying in the middle of the parking lot all alone as the scene cuts out.
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Earlier this week...
The scene opens up outside of the now easily-recognizable home of Nick Jones in Los Angeles, California. The driveway appears to be full as it seems everyone has finally made their return home from SCW's international tour and it appears the entire entourage is currently over at Nick's home, in what seems to be a rather common practice. The scene cuts back inside as it looks like everyone is being put to work upon their return. While Nick sits on the couch, with in front of him what appears to be the suitcases for both himself and Diana, he sorts through them both. As he does so, Nick continues to throw piles of laundry directly in front of Big B, who then proceeds to be sorting through it, doing so wearing rubber gloves. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Diana is busy at the stove, attempting to cook up an American-made, home-cooked meal as Max sits at the kitchen table, with a huge pile of receipts in front of him, along with a financial log book and a calculator as he feverishly works away. At the same time, Jimmy paces back and forth between the two groups, spending the entire time on the phone arguing about a variety of different things that seem to involve numerous ways of trying to get Nick more money. All the while, Tony stands in the corner, watching all of this with his arms crossed across his chest, leaning back against the wall. Upon seeing this, Big B suddenly looks at Tony and peers at him with his head turned to the side.
Big B: Hey! Why aren't you doing anything?
Tony: I am doin' sumt'in'.
Big B: Oh really, what's that?
Tony: I'm standin' here makin' sure da rest of yous is doin' what you's supposed to be doin'. Capiche?
Big B: That's not fair. NICK!!
Nick: What now?
Big B: Tony's not doing anything. It's not fair!
Nick: He just told you what he's doing.
Big B: He's not doing anything, he just said he's making sure the rest of us do our jobs. What's the deal with that?
Nick: He has a point you know.
Tony: See? I's told ya!
Big B: But that's not fair, why is that all he has to do?
Nick: Why do you think? The guy isn't paid for his cooking, cleaning, financial or bullshit skills, he's paid to be muscle, and I currently don't need anyone's ass kicked, so he's keeping the rest of you bozos in line instead.
Big B: Yeah, but I'm paid to be muscle too, how come I have to do the laundry?
Nick: The difference is he actually EARNS his pay as my muscle. Now get back to work!
Nick goes back to sorting through everything in the bags as Big B thinks that over for a second. After a few seconds, it suddenly clicks with him what Nick meant by that.
Big B: Hey! What the heck is that supposed to mean? I earn my pay!
Rather than responding, Nick simply laughs at B's comment.
Big B: What's so funny?
Nick: That you actually think you earn your pay as muscle. You most certainly don't.
Big B: Oh really, why not?
Nick: Because you refuse to even tough 90% of the SCW roster, that's why! What good is muscle if you're not actually willing to use it against anyone.
Big B: That's not true!
Nick: Alright fine, prove it.
Big B: Fine! I will!
Big B immediately pops up to his feet as Nick just looks at him like he's an idiot.
Nick: Not now dipshit, sit your ass back down.
Big B: Oh... right.
Big B sits back down and looks at the pile of laundry for a moment before looking back at Nick.
Big B: Come Sunday though, I'm totally going to prove it!
Nick: Yeah, whatever you say. You do realize that in order to prove it you'll need to do what I tell you to do, right?
Big B: Um, well... ok. What do you want me to do on Sunday?
Nick thinks it over for a moment and then an evil grin appears on his face. He looks over to Tony, who clearly seems to know what Nick is thinking and only chuckles and nods his head in return to Nick. Nick then turns his attention back to B.
Nick: When we get to Climax Control on Sunday, I want you to kick the living crap out of... Despayre.
Big B: Wait... but... what... why?!?
Nick: No particular reason, just for shits and giggles.
Big B: But... that doesn't make any sense.
Nick: Oh, I'm well aware of that, but I guess it's a good thing I don't pay you to think, but just to do what I want. So, you'll take care of that then?
Big B: I... but... I just... I don't want to.
Nick: My point exactly. Now shut the hell up and get back to the laundry.
Big B says nothing, only lowering his head and returning to the pile of laundry in front of him, which he continues to sort. Tony can't help but laugh at the situation as he gives a thumbs up towards Nick, who simply laughs and shakes his head before returning to the unpacking of the bags. As he's getting back to that, he stops shortly thereafter as Diana is calling in from the kitchen.
Diana: Alright, well if you ladies are done bickering, dinner is ready. All of that crap can wait until later, get in here!
With that, most of them are all too quick to oblige as Nick and Big B both get up from their seats and along with Tony, start to walk over towards the kitchen table. At the same time, Jimmy can bear heard rapping up his call.
Jimmy: Listen baby, we still got some things we need to hash out, but I've got to run. Just remember, you're money baby, you're money... I'm out.
With that, Jimmy hangs up his phone and joins the other men as they walk towards the kitchen. As they get there, Diana is just getting over to the table with the first dish in her hands as Max is still seated at the kitchen table, working away on the finances. Diana glares at Max as she speaks to him.
Diana: Didn't you hear me? It's dinner time, clean up your stuff.
Max: Just a few more minutes, I just have a couple of things to finish up.
Diana: That's great, but dinner is ready NOW!
Diana continues to glare at Max, who doesn't even look up as he continues to stare down at his books, working away. After a few moments, she looks up at Nick who then turns right to Tony, and nods at him. With that, in a flash Tony has Max by the collar and yanks him up out of his chair by it. Tony then grabs all of the books and papers from the table and shoves them right into Max's chest, as he quickly catches them before they hit the ground.
Tony: Would you look at dat, you's done right now.
Max: So it would seem.
Max quickly takes the books and sets them off to the side before returning back to the kitchen table. As they all begin taking seats, Nick turns back to Big B.
Nick: You see? THAT is why Tony doesn't have to do any freakin' laundry.
Everyone takes seats at the table as Diana finishes bringing the last tray over to the table and places it down before joining them with a seat. With everything there and everyone seated, they all start to reach for food out on the table, however Nick is quick to react and slaps B's hands away from the table causing him, as well as everyone else at the table, to immediately stop and look at Nick.
Big B: Ow, what was that for?
Nick: Are you kidding me?
Big B: Oh, did you want to say grace first?
Nick: No dumbass, THAT!
Nick then points to Big B's hands, which are still covered with the rubber gloves he was wearing from earlier.
Big B: Oh... right.
Big B quickly peels off the rubber gloves and tosses them off to the side. Nick then goes back to going to get some food but hesitates as he realizes everyone else is still staring at him.
Nick: What? That was it, let's get eating.
Without a moments hesitation, everyone else begins to reach for food as well as they all make their plates and soon begin eating. After a couple of bites, Nick sits back in his chair and lets out a deep sigh.
Nick: Ahhhhh. I'll tell you what, it's good to be back home.
Tony: I'm witcha dere, boss.
Diana: Seriously. Some of those places we went and saw were really nice, but there's nothing like being home. Who needs the constant flights, going from one hotel room to the next and living out of suitcases? It sucks!
Nick: You know what really sucks though? Those freakin' people!
Big B: I liked the people.
Nick: You would.
Jimmy: I'm with Nicky, a lot of those people are so loud and obnoxious. They've got these big mouths and never shut up. It's like they just love hearing themselves talk or something. It's ridiculous, baby.
Without saying a word, everyone simply turns and looks at Jimmy silently after he makes his remarks. As he continues eating, a couple of seconds go by before he realizes this.
Jimmy: What?
Surprisingly enough, Max is the first one to speak up.
Max: You're talking about someone else being loud and obnoxious and loving to hear themselves talk?
The comment, particularly coming from Max, draws some serious laughter from the group, as Jimmy just looks confused.
Jimmy: Yeah, so... what's so funny about that?
Nick: Don't worry about it Jimmy, I hear what you're saying, even if you don't get the hilarity of it all. The point being, dealing with those douches was ridiculous. Not that the people around here are much better.
Diana: You know what they say; better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.
Nick: Exactly, I'm used to these morons by now, but a whole new brand of obnoxiousness is some language I can't even understand? No thank you. Japan was the freakin' worst of all.
Big B: Japan was awesome!
Nick: If you say so. Don't get me wrong, going to that dojo and getting the chance to beat the living crap out of Jackie Chan was a blast, but beyond that, I'm not so sure.
Big B: That wasn't Jackie Chan.
Nick: Yeah, yeah, whatever... same difference.
Big B: That's not very nice.
Nick: You know, as great as it is to be home, I'm starting to wonder why we brought this one back with us.
Nick motions over towards Big B as he gets laughs from the rest of the table.
Big B: Well I'm just saying...
Nick: You're just saying nothing. New house rule, we're going to be eating the remainder of our meal in complete silence? Got it? Good.
Big B opens his mouth as if he's going to say something, but Nick holds his finger up towards him and glares at B, causing B to stop and shut his mouth again. Everyone then goes back to their plates and continues eating as the scene comes to an end.
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The scene opens back up inside of the backstage area of the Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada. Standing in the backstage interview area in SCW Reporter Ms. Rocky Mountains with a microphone in hand.
RM: Hello everyone and welcome back to Nevada! I'm SCW Report Ms. Rocky Mountains and I am currently standing by backstage with the SCW's Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones.
The scene pans out to show Nick standing next to Rocky, with a suit on and his title belt over his shoulder.
RM: Now Nick, how does it feel to be finished with SCW's international tour?
Nick: It feels great Lady Large Mamms. Finally back to home sweet home. The crowds around here may be full of useless idiots, but hell, at least they're OUR useless idiots.
Nick laughs to himself as Rocky seems quite unamused.
RM: Well... ok then. Now you were a noticeable absense from the end of our the tore for last week's show in Australia, what was that about?
Nick: It was about the fact that I piss away my money paying a bunch of different useless idiots to do simple tasks they are clearly incapable of handling. I would have been there, should have been there, if any of them knew how to tell time.
RM: Don't you know how to tell time yourself?
Nick shoots a glare at Rocky upon hearing that question.
Nick: Is that supposed to be funny? I don't need to take crap from a woman who traded her brains in for tits, alright?
RM: Well why don't we move on. Now the number one thing people are going to want to know about is your thoughts on your match against Spike Staggs at Violent Conduct.
Nick: What is there to have thoughts on? I won and he lost, just as I said would happen.
RM: The question would be what you thought about how you allegedly won.
Nick: Allegedly? What the hell are you talking about "allegedly"? The co-owner of the SCW went out of his way to come out and tell the entire world that I won that match. Is that not going down in the records books as a victory for Nick Jones over Spike Staggs?
RM: Of course it is, but...
Nick: No buts, that's all there is to it. If people have a problem with that match, that's their problem, not mine. I walked in as champion, I walked out as champion and I won the match. That's what I'm here to do, and that's exactly what I did. Beyond that, I have nothing more to say on the matter.
RM: Ok then, I guess the next question would be regarding tonight. Tonight you are booked to defend your Heavyweight title against another top challenger in...
Nick cuts Rocky off before she can finished.
Nick: If anything is "allegedly" it's calling that clown a "top challenger".
RM: As I was saying... against "Primetime" Matthew Kenedy, what are your thoughts on that match?
Nick: My thoughts are simple. Someone in SCW is once again trying to see if they can screw me out of my title. They know the last time this thing was robbed away from me, it was when I was booked in two back to back title matches, one coming after another supercard main event. So the hope is, with tonight being my first match back after Violent Conduct, they'll book me in another title defense and see if they can repeat history. Well sorry, it's not going to happen and certainly not to this complete nobody.
RM: What makes you call Kennedy a complete nobody? You are aware that Kennedy is a former Roulette Champion, aren't you?
Nick: Yeah, and who did he lose that title too? Oh that's right, Casey freakin' Williams. Give me a break. Losing a second rate title to a third rate opponent is not exactly my definition of "primetime" or "top challenger" for that matter. Although come to think it, there is something rather appropriate about that roulette designation. After all, his chances of winning this match are about as good as him hitting a double zero, which is exactly what he is, on a roulette wheel. You know what? Scratch that, no, I shouldn't be so modest...
Rocky shoots Nick a sideways glare at Nick upon hearing the word "modest".
Nick: ... 37-to-1 odds is too good for him, in 37 chances he would still have absolutely no chance in hell of pulling off a win. You see, the difference is when you're talking about a Heavyweight Championship, it takes more than a spin of a wheel and a little luck by any random schmuck in the world in order to walk out as the champ.
RM: Don't you think it's a little extreme to talk so poorly about one of the most sought after titles in all of SCW?
Nick: Well I have a question for you, what is the single most sought after title? Oh wait, that's right... this one.
Nick takes the SCW Championship and lifts it higher up onto his shoulder.
Nick: Anything after this belt is nothing but a participation prize for those losers not good enough to win the big one. Hell, it's really for those chumps not even good enough to be given a shot at my belt, never mind the obvious truth that they're not good enough to win it. So instead they took all of SCW's hapless losers, got them all together and made a laughable joke of a gimmick that they try to pass off as a so-called title belt. Even then, he wasn't good enough to hold onto that belt for even one full month. Meanwhile, you stand here talking to the man who holds the SCW record for the longest reigning Heavyweight Champion, as well as the only two-time heavyweight champion in this company's history. Now you tell me, why the hell should I give less of a crap about what the rest of these second rate chumps around here are trying to pass off as supposed success?
RM: Well...
Nick: That was a rhetorical question, Jugs. Don't hurt yourself by going and trying to think. The truth is I have absolutely no reason to do so. None of these jokers around here can come close to measuring up to me, and Kennedy is the latest laughable attempt at the SCW bookers thinking otherwise. Well let me just remind you of one very simple thing, it ain't braggin' if ya back it up because sweetheart, I'm not cocky... I'm just the best.
Nick pushes the microphone away from himself and storms off, leaving Rocky standing there by herself. She then turns to the camera to wrap up the promo.
RM: There you have it folks. It's going to be "Primetime" Matthew Kennedy going up aganist the SCW Champion Nick Jones, and the title is on the line, this week on Climax Control! Don't miss it!
Ms. Rocky Mountain gives a big smile to the camera as the scene fades to black.
