The scene opens up backstage at the Star of the Desert Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, the location of SCW's most recent supercard event, New Year Rising. Just moments after the show has gone off the air, we see the backstage locker room of The Supremacy, the winners of that evenings main match. The room is currently filled with the celebrating group of SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, Tom Dudely and the entirety of Nick Jones' entourage. With two people obvious missing, that quickly changes as a moment later the locker room door flies up and in come charging, pouring with sweat, The Supremacy's last two members and the sole survivors of the night's match, Nick Jones and Jordan "PS" Williams. As the two men burst into the room, it draws a round of cheers from everyone already there, as they immediately begin to congratulate their stablemates with high fives and pats on the back.
HS: Here they are! The big winners of tonight! Job well done gentlemen.
Jordan: Thanks guys, but we couldn't have done it without the rest of you.
Nick: What are you talking about? Of course we could have, this was all me and you buddy, none of these clowns did shit.
The mood in the locker room quickly changes as everyone gets quiet and start to glare at Nick. Nick seems to be rather taken back by this reaction.
Nick: What? Jeez, I was just screwing with you guys. Since when do you dipshits take me seriously?
The mood immediately lightens as Nick's comment draws a laugh from some as they carry on.
Tom: We certainly kicked their asses. I was so pissed about that crap. If that little coward Spike didn't jump me from behind, all three of us would have been left standing at the end of the night.
Nick: Damn right, man. And then we would have won that match without losing a single one of our guys.
HS: You seem to be forgetting about Goth.
Nick: No, I'm not. He's not one of us. He was along for the ride and didn't do anything to get in our way, so that's great, but I could have given less of a crap about him.
Tom: Exactly, it's the three of us that did all the real work.
Jordan: You know it. You may not have made it to the end, but everyone saw what you did out there. You eliminated both Aleksei Koji AND Casey Williams.
Tom: And while I let Goth have the pin, he doesn't eliminate Kennedy without me.
Nick: My point exactly. It was all great. Although nothing was better than that big goofy dumbass choke-slamming his own teammate.
Tom: I like to think I'm to credit for that. Poor baby couldn't handle that I sent him packing.
Jordan: My biggest problem with that is I needed to keep my attention on the match, because I nearly burst out into hysterical laughter. Some of the funniest shit I've ever seen.
Nick: In the end, the most important part of all though is that we proved beyond any shadow of a doubt that those clowns are nothing compared to us. We beat the living crap out of everyone of them, even made them turn against each other and in the end, we got rid of all of them and still had two men left standing. We only lost half of our team, and one of them isn't even really one of us. The other only got eliminated because some spineless punk jumped him from behind after he eliminated three of that punks partners.
Jordan: And in the end, we put him in his place. He can run his mouth all his want about how great he thinks he is, but we have proven once again he's nothing compared to the real talent in this company.
Nick: That's what I'm talking about. We just proved that at least two of us are without question better than his sorry ass.
Tom: Hey now!
Nick: I said AT LEAST.
Tom: Yeah, fine.
HS: Excuse me? Forgetting someone?
Nick: My mistake. Yeah, screw it, we're ALL better than him and everyone damn well knows it.
HS: Hopefully he finally has learned better and takes his little group of loser buddies and they all crawl back into their pathetic little hole.
Nick: If they're smart, then we just rid SCW of that sorry ass group forever, and that means everyone around here owes us a debt of gratitude. I say it's time we really celebrate our win.
Jordan: No, no... it wasn't "our win".
Everyone turns to Jordan and look at him rather confusingly.
Jordan: It was our DOMINANCE.
Nick: I'll drink to that.
With that, the group pops up a few bottles of champagne and immediately cheers to their victory and start drinking as the scene fades.
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The scene opens back up inside of the locker room of The Supremacy backstage before Climax Control. At the time, Nick Jones is the only one currently there, as he just finishes changing into his ring gear and is in the process of taping up his wrists. It's at that moment that the door opens and in walks "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Nick looks up for a moment to see who it is and then upon seeing Mark, returns to his taping as he talks to Mark without bothering to look at him.
Nick: Hey limey, what's up?
HS: Not much, yank. Just figured I'd come check on you.
Nick: Why?
HS: Figured I'd see if you were ready for this match?
Nick stops his taking and looks up Mark, seeming rather annoyed.
Nick: What the hell kind of question is that?
HS: Just making sure, yank. Listen, I know Billy better than anyone and as much as I may hate the prick, I can also admit the guy knows what he's doing in the ring.
Nick: Good for him, but that was a long ass time ago and right now yours truly is the very best this business has to offer.
HS: That may be, but I can promise you Billy is not quite like anyone else you've had to face in SCW to date.
Nick rolls his eyes and goes back to taping himself up as the conversation continues on.
Nick: Like that makes one damn bit of a difference.
HS: I'm just saying, if you want I can give you some pointers. I've beaten Billy James more times than any other wrestler in this industry. That's a fact so if anyone knows how to beat him, it's me.
Nick: Pointers? What the hell do you take me for? I'm not so stupid snot-nosed rookie who doesn't know what he's doing.
HS: No shit, but that doesn't mean I can't help you out.
Nick: I'm sure I'll just be fine.
HS: You stubborn bastard, can't you just shut up and listen for a minute?
Nick: Listen to what? You ramble on about how in awe I should be of the matches you two had ages ago before you both got old as hell?
HS: Make all the cracks you want, but I've faced this guy in matches unlike anything you've ever seen before. Me and him went at it in a NINETY MINUTE, no disqualifications iron man match. Nobody else has ever had a match like that in this business. And in the end? I walked out the winner and GCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Nick: Whoop-dee-friggin-doo. Remind me, how exactly did you end up having that match again?
HS: Simple, he was the champion and everyone knew I was best out there and deserved my shot.
Nick: Right, and how exactly did Billy become GCW World Champion? Oh, that's right, he beat YOU for that title. Isn't that right?
Mark clearly gets quite annoyed by the comment from Nick.
HS: Maybe so, but only because of that scumbag referee screwing me over out of the match and my title. The second we were put into a situation where there was no garbage rules or anything else to get in the way, I proved I was beyond the doubt the better man. And need I remind you, I also beat his stupid ass in the last match Billy and I had in GCW.
Nick: I know, I was there. But I was also there to see the fact in the very last match you had with him, which took place in GXW, he's the one who beat your ass. That would be a match that was in your company, in your country and in the streets of your hometown. A London Street Fight and he walked out the winner.
HS: What the hell is your point?
Nick: It's simple. Billy seems to have just as many wins over you as you do over him, which would suggest you don't know how to beat him all that well. As good as you may be Mark, you clearly never had him completely figured out. I'm not looking to have a 50-50 shot of beating him, I plan to go out there tonight and kick the crap out of him and send his sorry ass packing, never to be seen in SCW again.
HS: You say all of that, but if my memory serves, didn't you and Billy have a match once before?
Nick, realizing what Mark is getting up, simply laughs and shakes his head before responding.
Nick: Yeah, what's your point?
HS: My point is he beat your ass. My 2-2 record against Billy would seem to be a lot better than your 0-1 record against him.
Nick: Maybe so, but you went 2-2 at him while at your absolute peak, the prime of your career. Me? I faced him when I was still getting my feet went in the business, long before I was as good as I am today, and he was at his best? Now? He's old and washed up and I'm the best this industry has to offer. A lot has changed since that match, and none of it is any good for old Billy boy.
HS: Yeah, we'll see about. All I'm saying is you better not overlook him, because he's a lot better than you seem to think.
Nick: It's not that I think he's bad, I'm sure he could smack around plenty of the losers in this company. I just know I'm far better.
HS: Just don't get cocky.
Nick laughs at Mark's comment.
Nick: You know better than that, Mark. I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.
Nick tears the tape off the roll and finishes wrapping it around his wrists. He then stands up and pats Mark on the back before walking off out of the locker room. Mark watches him, simply shaking his head, as the scene fades.
