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[Jack Washington]

Prologue:

Jack was feeling even more confident than he usually lets on. While Jack was always sure of himself, after the result of Climax Control where Jack scored a pinfall win over his challenger at High Stakes, Austin James Mercer. Jack was now brimming with even more bravado and was sure of his victory in his title defense. He learned many valuable lessons from the match, and what he could, and could not get away with against Austin. But that of course did not mean that Jack would let up in any way, shape, or form. He had to keep his foot on the gas now and not allow Austin room to breathe. Jack had assured that Austin was on the defensive going into the biggest show for SCW, but he knew that would not be enough. After all, he knew that Austin had learned a thing or two wrestling him at the same time. It stood to reason that Austin would have an all-new game plan or strategy for the big show, so Jack simply would have to use the match as a learning experience and not a sign of things to come. There would be no way that Austin would repeat the same actions, so Jack continued to watch videos of Austin wrestle, and things he liked to do. Jack had a new goal for this match, and he would stand to use it for all future opponents. Get to know them like the back of his hand. Know their ins and outs, likes and dislikes. Know your opponent, more than they know themselves. Jack had to be ready. He took this very seriously as champion and knew that any slip could result in the loss of his championship, and he loved that championship maybe more than anything. It had become his obsession.

 

Outside the ring, Jack and Benny had finalized Benny’s ownership stake of the Casino. In the past few weeks, construction had more or less finished, but there was still plenty to do. Jack now had Benny’s connections as well as his website for the Casino to bring in workers, as well as the commissioner's family to keep them out of his hair. But Jack was still suspicious of Benny and had Larry, his lawyer sneak in provisions that Jack could retake control once everything was running smoothly. And if it didn’t run smoothly, Jack now had a scapegoat, or an escape plan where he could make Benny the  fall guy. But until construction was fully finished, the Casino really couldn’t operate like Jack wanted it to. Jack would have a lot free time, so while he was feeling comfortable in Las Vegas, he would decide to make another purchase to make it official. While Jack loved Philadelphia, his birthplace, he knew he most likely was never going to go back there of his own accord. There were too many risks involved with that process. So, it was time to move on from that. Jack would set out for a new home. Another he could afford with his “championship money” as he called it.  But of course, Jack had to make his intentions public in the coming days.


--
10525 Villa Modena St, 
Las Vegas, NV

 
The smile on Jack’s face was wide as he looked his what was to become his property. He knew that making this a huge deal may attract unwanted attention, but Jack was no accustomed to certain things, and doing things on his own. He had gone through the proper channels to buy the casino, and now, he was about to purchase his first home. Jack looked at his soon-to-be property with his real estate agent, the presenter, Greg King.

 
Greg shuffled his way out of the home followed closely by Jack himself, as Jack looked back at the home like a proud parent.

 
Greg: Well, Mr. Washington, what do you think?

 
Jack continued to smile, nodding his head in satisfaction.

 
Jack: I think it looks perfect.

 
Greg grins himself, noticing that Jack isn’t really even looking at him anymore.

 
Greg: First time? 

 
Jack: First time for what?

 
Greg: You have the look of many buying his first home.

 
Jack: Maybe I do. But I’ve bought property before. Quite expensive property, but yes, this is... this is good.

 
Greg: I see. Well, Mr. Washington it looks like you are satisfied so, I suppose we can start the paperwork and all that if you are serious about this purchase.

 
Jack finally turns back to Greg, rubbing his hands together.

 
Jack: I am very satisfied right now. This is going to be a fine place to live.

 
Greg: You are basically in a gated community so you’ll have plenty of privacy, although it is highly accessible to everything. I mean, you’re 10-15 minutes away from the strip, so nothing is too far away, but you’re basically away from everything as it stands. It’s actually a pretty nice find here. You can still do everything you need to do, and yet, you’re away from the busy parts of the city.

 
Jack: It’s perfect.

 
Greg: Well, then, shall we make it official?

 
Jack: I suppose we can. 

 
Greg: Now, of course, there will be a few inspections that we’ll need to have done, and if the inspectors find anything wrong with the home during that time, we can of course re-negotiate the pricing and all that.


Jack: Well, they would know. I figure this home will last me the rest of my life so I expect it will be worth it to have it be done right.

 
Greg: I couldn’t agree more. And since you’re doing a cash payment on this, it will actually help you in the long run. I mean, not having to make mortgage payments is a huge burden you will not have to deal with.

 
Jack: Isn’t that what it’s about? I suppose the old man was right, you need to spend money, to make money.

 
Greg: Well said, my friend.

 
Jack turns and shakes his head at Greg.

 
Jack: We are not friends. You are selling me this house. I’m going to pay a lot of money for this regardless, but your part in this isn’t really important to me. You just do your job and you’ll get your... commission or whatever. But outside of that... no.

 
Greg: That’s... understandable Mr. Washington.

 
Jack: Good, I’m glad we have an understanding of the situation. Now, we can take a trip to your little office, and I’ll provide whatever documentation I need. But, since this is a cash purchase, I don’t expect this should take long. Will it?

 
Greg: Probably... a couple of weeks at most. 

 
Jack: So, you’re telling me I can’t move in for like two weeks?

 
Greg: These things take time. Like I said, there’s still inspection and underwriting, and closing the deal. But with you cash purchase, it will obviously be a lot sooner. Normally these things take about 30-45 days.

 
Jack: Well, if we’re cutting the time in half, that’s a good deal. I’m not really a super patient person. I like things to be... quick.

 
Greg: I hear ya. But... not too quick, am I right?

 
Jack stared sternly at Greg.

 
Jack: What did I just say about us not being friends?

 
Greg puts his hands up, acknowledging Jack.

 
Greg: You’re right, apologies.

 
Jack: Good, glad we’re on the same page.

 
Jack’s phone then rings, and he holds up a finger to Greg as he answers.

 
Jack: Brian?

 
Brian: Where you at, Stick?

 
Jack: Just got my viewing of the new place. You ought to come by and visit.

 
Brian: Yeah, well, that’s all well and good Stick, but there’s still plenty of work to be done.

 
Jack: What are you talking about?

 
Brian: We need to organize a press conference.

 
Jack: For what?

 
Brian: Make the whole thing official. Everything has to look good in the eyes of the public. Plus, it’ll make Benny feel good.

 
Jack: Oh joy, that’s exactly what I had on my list of things to do today.

 
Brian: Trust me, Stick, the more happy he is, the less questions he’s going to ask.

 
Jack sighed and shook his head.

 
Jack: Fine. Just... let me finish up here, and I’ll meet you back at the casino.

 
Brian: Sure. Good deal.

 
Jack hung up the phone and turned back to Greg.

 
Jack: Alright, Greg, let’s go back to the office and finish getting everything ready. 

 
Greg: Yes, Mr. Washington. Heh.

 
Jack shoots Greg a dirty look.

 
Jack: What’s funny?

 
Greg: Oh, it’s nothing.

 
Jack: No, it’s something. You can tell me, I want to laugh. I enjoy laughing. Have we not bonded today, Greg?

 
Greg: I thought that we...

 
Jack: Surely, you can share in a joke, can’t you?

 
Greg, looking a bit nervous puts his hands up again.

 
Greg: I was just... thinking about it’s kind of funny to call someone Mr. Washington.

 
Jack: Oh yeah? Why is that funny?

 
Greg: You know, It’s like... people think of Washington and they think of George Washington.

 
Jack: Yeah, Yeah, I see. Boy that a real knee slapper isn’t it!?

 
Jack mockingly laughs at the joke, but then stops.

 
Jack: Stick to what you do, Greg. Now let’s go.

 
Jack walked with Greg back to his car, and they headed back to the real estate agent’s office to get the rest of the paperwork completed.

--
Grand Flamingo Plaza
Las Vegas, NV.

 
Jack was now clad in a suit, looking at himself in the mirror and doing some last minute touching up of his appearance. This press conference was going to be important for him, as well as Benny. While Jack was doing this, Brian puffed on a cigar as he stared out the window of the casino to the casino floor, which now had numerous slot machine, some card tables and the lighting was being finished. Soon, it would have all the glitz and glamor like all the others on the strip. 

 
Brian: Can’t believe we’re there, Stick.

 
Jack: Where?

 
Brian: You know, here.

 
Jack: Vegas? Yeah, kind of funny where life takes you. But you know, it actually makes a lot of sense. In place with so many people in one little area, it’s easy to just... disappear if you want to.

 
Brian: Yeah, but that’s not what I meant. I meant just... owning a casino and trying to do things legit, you know?

 
Jack: Well, that’s what we need to do. There’s a lot that can be done from this position. It doesn’t always have to be under the table or... against the law.

 
Brian: It is more fun that way though.

 
Jack: If you say so. I think this is just as bad. That commisioner is just as corrupt as anything. Everyone wants a cut. Everyone wants to a slice of the pie and they will use and abuse their power to get it.

 
Brian: That’s the way the world works, Stick. You just got to remember it’s not what you know, it’s who you know. Your dad was smart like that too.

 
Jack: Yeah, but I figured in some business somewhere they’re be at least a little honesty.

 
Brian: Honesty don’t pay the bills. If you can take a shortcut to the top, why not? Who’s going to stop you?

 
Jack: I guess that old saying about power and corruption is as true as it ever was.

 
Brian: I mean, you’re still basically pulling the same thing on Benny.

 
Jack: Because Benny is a piece of shit, Brian. And I’d rather have him on side than an enemy at the moment. I need to move him around like a chess piece.

 
Brian: It’s still an underhanded game.


Jack: Benny knows the rules, right? He’s not dumb. What he doesn’t know, he doesn’t need to know at the moment.

 
Brian: I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.

 
Jack: What other way is there? What would you have me do, Brian? Leave him out there to cause me problems from the outside, or have him inside where everyone can keep an eye on him? That’s the best spot. And hell, if I get to play a little puppet master, then so be it.

 
Brian checks his watch.

 
Brian: You ready?

 
Jack: I suppose. Is he coming?

 
Brian: You got about 20 minutes. 

 
Bobby ends up opening the door and Benny is led into the room in his nice suit and tie. He also wears a wide grin on his face.

 
Benny: Gentlemen.

 
Jack: Benny, we were just talking about you.

 
Benny: I’m sure. Plotting to fuck me out of this aren’t you?

 
Brian: Something like that.

 
Benny: Figures.

 
Jack shakes his head and turns towards Benny walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

 
Jack: Relax Benny. The only thing going on today, is you taking charge of this place. 

 
Benny: I’m still waiting for the punchline.

 
Jack: There isn’t one Benny. I can’t run this place like you can. You have the experience. You are my guy on this. You trusted my dad, right? So, you can trust me.

 
Benny: We’ll see about this kid, we’ll see.

 
Brian: Are we ready? People are starting to gather.

 
Jack: Alright, let’s start something good, and in the end, we’ll make a little money off of it. What do you say, Benny?

 
Benny stared coldly at Jack for a moment, and then it turned into a small smile.

 
Benny: Lead the way, kid.

 
Jack and Benny walked out of the office and downstairs to the front door, exiting the building were gathered in front were media, and reporters. A podium was set in front of the reporters, and Jack calmly stepped to the front of it. Jack has also brought the SCW world championship as prop for the event.

 
Jack: Hello everyone. Thank you for coming out today. If you don’t know, my name is Jack Washington and I am the owner of the Grand Flamingo Plaza. I know that when I first purchased this building and property, I had a dream of opening a very nice casino. Now, when I bought this property, it was not a casino, but a business park. I made a lot of changes that needed to be made, and I feel that we have made tremendous progress. I know that some people were at first skeptical of this as I don’t really have the experience of running a casino. Adding to that was the idea that there’s already plenty of casino’s here. And while that is true, I don’t see the issue with another one just doing what we can to help add a little more excitement to a city like this. Now, we are a few months away from the completion of the construction. Our guys are working very hard to get this place a little bit of that Vegas glitz, but I fimly believe that when it is up and running, we will be one of the main destinations for tourists here. We have many plans and ideas for making this work, and myself, along with my team are very excited for what the future holds for us.

 
A smattering of applause follows.

 
Jack: However, I know that due to my responsibilities as a contracted wrestler for Sin City Wrestling, and as it’s world champion, I simply will not have the time and energy needed to run a casino, especially one that has no track record. Getting a business off the ground is obviously a lot of hard work, and I wish I could spend more time overseeing everything here, but I simply can’t. As the world champion, my duties there will come first, even in this pandemic. So, while I will remain principal owner, I knew I needed some help to get this place to where is needed to be. I needed someone with experience and the know-how to make this place great. So, while I will still be representing this casino, and promoting it as the champion of Sin City Wrestling, I will like announce that taking my spot at the man in charge is a friend of my family for many years. So, without further delay, I would like to present to new Casino president, Mr. Benny Foreman.

 
Another smattering of applause greets Benny.

 
Jack: Benny have been in the legal gambling business for as long as I’ve known him. I have full confidence that he will be able to make the Grand Flamingo a success. Benny?

 
Jack steps aside as Benny works his way to the podium and adjusts the microphone.

 
Benny: I wish you weren’t so tall.

 
A small laugh from the reporters.

 
Benny: Thank you for that introduction. Now, as Jack said, I’ve been in this business for a long time. Primarily is the legal betting department, but I do have a lot of experience on the running and day-to-day operations of a casino, and I took am confident that with a dedicated staff that we are currently amassing, we can compete with even the top Casino’s in the city. Even those on the strip. It was a great choice by Jack to build here, and leave the chaos of the strip there, and give a little... let’s say breathing room to the many people that will be here once all this COVID-19 business is giving all of us a better outlook on life. But even as it rages on, we are looking add a little relief to the citizens and potential job seekers. We will have many opportunities for those looking for work, so, we’re looking to be another positive part of the Las Vegas economy.

 
More applause.

 
Benny: I can’t promise that we will be the top of the food chain, because we will have several high-quality people in competition with us. It’s going to be a fight, but we’re not trying to get crazy, just yet. We are here to do what we can. And I can promise we will give 100% in making this place a success. Thank you.

 
There is more applause as Benny turns away and Jack steps up again.

 
Jack: Are there any questions?

 
Reporter #1: Any plans to change the name of the Grand Flamingo?

 
Jack: As of now, no. But there is some time before we can fully operational, so things can change, and if they do, we will obviously let all of you know, either in a press release or some form of marketing.

 
Reporter #2: You said you are a couple of months from opening your doors, however, there doesn’t appear to be any real slowing down of the pandemic right now, are you open to delays in opening?

 
Jack: Of course. Public safety is something that myself, along with my team take very seriously. We do have cleaning crews and several washing stations already ready to assist with making sure we are safe and have everything we need to ensure public health and safety.

 
Reporter #3: As a wrestler, and not wrestling with a mask and being around several wrestlers in close proximity, are you taking all the risks necessary for your own health. 

 
Jack: Yes. The staff at Sin City Wrestling also take this very seriously, and every time that I wrestle or appear on SCW programming, I receive a test, and when I am not at the facility to wrestle, I of course practice my own social distancing. But, my visits to the casino will not be daily, and when I do arrive, I will of course be subject to all the same screenings and testing that all our future patrons will be subject to.

 
Reporter #4: Mr. Foreman, will you be adding your betting business to the casino.

 
Benny: It is a possibility, yes. We’re not jumping the gun on this. I was brought on to make sure the Grand Flamingo gets off the ground, and not necessarily Benny’s Bets. This is not me taking over and doing what I want and what I want alone. This is a group effort between myself, Jack, and the team.

 
Reporters #5: How involved will Mr. Washington be in the decisions moving forward.

 
Jack: Very. Again, while I can’t run the casino on a day-to-day basis, and while I have full confidence in Benny, like he said, this is a team effort.

 
Jack looks around and nods.

Jack: Okay, thank you for coming everyone, we’ll obviously be updating you on everything as soon as have any information to share, and look forward to seeing you inside the Grand Flamingo in the very near future. Thank you.

 
There is applause as the media disperse and Jack and Benny share a handshake.

 
Jack: I think that went well, Benny.

 
Benny: Not too bad, Kid.

 
Jack: Well, I guess this is the part where I turn the keys over to you. This is your show to finalize Benny. I’ll let you work your magic. I got some things I need to take care of and so, I’m going to trust you to make the right decisions.

 
Benny: Okay kid... let’s make some money.

 
Jack: You got it.

 
Jack smiled and shook Benny’s hand again, but as soon as he turned away, his smile disappeared and he pulled out his phone and began to check it for important information. The news networks would air it later, but the press conference was live-streamed and Jack new that it would be some instant recognition.

 
What Jack did not foresee, was his phone getting a call. The number wasn’t familiar, but he did answer it.

 
Jack: Speak.

 
Voice: Senor Washington?

 
Jack: Who is this?

 
Voice: My name is Miguel, and I am a close friend of Ana Sofia.

 

Jack: I see.

 

Miguel: Senor Washington, Ms. Ana Sofia would like to meet with you about the future of the casino.

 
Jack knew what that meant. He sighed and nodded.

 
Jack: I see. Alright, just... Give me about two hours and Ms. Ana Sofia can swing by.

 
Miguel: Gracias.

 
The call ended and Jack stared at his phone for a moment, and then put it back in his pocket.

 
Jack: Shit.


--

On Camera:

Click

 
We are with Jack Washington, a sly smirk on his face and the SCW World championship over his shoulder. He gives an “aw shucks” type of shrug and begins.

 
Jack: Did you actually think that I would let you down? No, no I am doing exactly what Alex Jones told me to do.

 
Did you not see me not only lead my team to victory last week, but score the winning pinfall? Did you not see me single-handedly, all by myself win what was basically an insurmountable situation? Was that not the most impressive thing you’ve ever seen Alex? Come on now, be honest with me. Have I not lived up to what you expected? Huh? I had a useless tag partner, that was on the verge of losing, and I saved her. I carried her on my back and bam, took care of business and won the match. And you know, I almost didn’t even want to. You think I gave a shit about that much? I told everybody it was just so Wolfslair people don’t look as shit as they are, and they couldn’t even manage it properly. Alicia Lukas should be thanking me for saving her ass, and winning the match for our team. But no, she jumps in the ring and checks on sorry ass Austin James Mercer after I whipped his ass right in the middle of the ring. Pinned the man one, two, three and does Alicia raise my hand? No. At this point, I just think that the people of Wolfslair just have something against me. Maybe because I exposed all of them as the garbage they are. And they just couldn’t accept it.

 
Jack shakes his head and shrugs again, but his tone gets a bit more serious.

 
Jack: If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a sore loser. Really, I mean, come on Alex Jones, are you kidding me? You wanna be a keyboard warrior now? You wanna take petty shots at me? All because I did exactly what I said I was gonna do? Look homie, I beat your ass in the middle of the ring, pinned you, and won the championship. I told you from the jump, when it happens, take your L, and fucking walk away. Don’t try and act like a fucking tough guy, and disrespect me and then when you find out that I’m better than you, try and shake my hand and give me respect. Get the fuck outta here. That’s a new level of trash human being if I ever saw one. And then, what? You’re butthurt about it, so you throw a tantrum and go back to being disrespectful? Jesus Christ, you are pathetic. I beat you, move on with your life. Oh, wait, I forget, this championship IS your life. You have NOTHING without. I told you, you were irrelevant, and now, once again, you’re right back there, but still popping off like you did something. All you did, was hold onto my title until I took it from you. And you know right now, you will NEVER get it back as long as I am champion. They can gift you 100 shots in a row, like they do other people, and you will lose. AGAIN, AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN. Why? Because you are NOT on my level. Just accept it. Move on, go back to the mixed tag division and get your ass whopped there with your garbage students. I don’t have time for you anymore. You’re yesterday’s news, chief. I suppose that’s why you’re going to send your little puppy dog after me now? 

 
Yeah, Austin Jones. Wait, Mercer. Sorry, sometimes I get you guys all confused. Ah, I know what you’re thinking Austin, that I’m going to give you a whole thing about how you’re the same as Alex Jones. Because that’s the gag, right? Everybody is Wolfslair is the same. Well, yes, and no. Allow me to explain to you the difference.


You are tall, Alex isn’t. You don’t subtweet me like a bitch... kinda. Alex does. Well, I’ll come back to that part. You are from Manhattan, Alex isn’t. You see, you’re not entirely like Alex Jones. I’m aware of that my guy, I can see that. But you are far more alike than you want to admit, I’ll tell you that.

 
Look Austin, for all the “I’m not like my trainer” talk, there are many, many similarities. None of you, none of you are in any way entertaining or marketable. You’re all pieces of white bread. You’re lame. I mean, did you grow your stupid beard and hair out to look like Alex Jones? Did you make an active choice to look like him? I guess imitation is flattery and all that. But the honest truth is, you’re a joke. You talked a big game while you had a championship, and yet, you went radio silent after you lost. Both times to a dude who talks to a fucking cactus. But you know what? That’s more interesting than you have been in your whole life. You just walk around like you’re Billy badass until someone beats you. You’re a fucking robot. “I’ve been this champion for this long with this many defenses”. Jesus Christ it’s like that’s all Alex ever taught you all to talk about. I already feel like this is a rerun of facing Alex Jones, except you I guess haven’t been taught the class on dumb ass nicknames. You just need accept that the dude who trained you sucks ass and you are going to lose, just like he did. I will go 2 for 2 against the stupid Wolfslair club, because it sucks. Honestly, who the fuck are you, Austin? What do you have to share with the class outside of being a big dumb goober who apparently will just do anything his trainer says at the snap of his fingers? Are you pussy whipped by another dude? Be your own man, Austin. Stop trying to be Alex Jones. For one, one of that loser is enough. For two all it does is drag you down.

 
Jack pauses and pulls an easel with a blank picture placed on it in front behind him in view of the camera.

 
Jack: This is you, Austin. Blank. I mean, Seriously, who are you? Wait, wait, let me guess. You had some shitty job somewhere, and then you ran away from home and became a big pro wrestler? Oh wait, no. Your family runs a wrestling company? I’m close. I know I am. It’s one of them but that’s whatever. So, while I ran through everybody and became the champion, you have been standing in the background. You’re standing there with that hard look on your face like you’ve done dirt. I’m telling you right here and now I will kick your ass at High Stakes. Why? Because this is my championship, and I will not have some big jacked up goof take this championship from me because his master got his ass kicked first. 

 
You can sit here and tell me that you’re not fighting for Alex, and while it’s a lie, it really doesn’t matter. Alex will forever have to remember I beat his ass. And do you know why, Austin? Because all Alex wanted to tell me about was his win-loss record. How he’s won 40 championships and all that dumb shit. I’m a legend, I’ve done this, and I’ve done that. And here you are, repeating the same mistakes Alex did. I didn’t give a shit that nobody’s pinned you in x number of days or years, or your win-loss record. None of that means a damn thing to me. All it does to me, is motivate me to erase that from your speech arsenal. Because it is, and always will be, you’re greatest strength. You are sitting here relying on a win-loss record to make me think you’re going to beat me. Is that the best you can do, dude? No wait, you’ll also waffle back and forth between showing me respect and trying to insult me. Trying desperately to cover all your bases and be a good foot solider, but also try to be seen as a nice guy. It’s absolutely pathetic and how you became the world champion is a mystery to me. You wanna talk about people being in the middle, you are the biggest fucking fence sitter I’ve ever seen. Another trait you learned from Alex Jones, I see. “Well, you see, if you were this guy. I’d feel this way, but since you’re not that guy I may have to feel like this.” Jesus Christ dude, you’re 7 foot 12 or whatever and nearly 300 pounds, I’m not sure how you carry that frame around without a god damn backbone.

 
You are the exact type of mother fucker that nobody should ever trust.

 
Jack shakes a condescending finger at the camera.

 
Jack: I am not intimidated by you. No matter how big and strong you are. And now guess what? That whole “Unpinned” streak is fucking over. It’s done. All thanks to me. You got pinned by 180 pound dude just a couple of weeks ago. And just last Sunday, I pinned you. I beat you right in the middle of the ring and you just got a small sample of what I’m going to do to you at High Stakes. Now... all that streak bullshit? It’s gone. Now what are you going to talk about Austin? What the fuck do you have to talk about outside of it? You gonna tell me about how much you’re in shape? Or how much you can bench press? You wanna give off this aura that you are bad mother fucker that can kick anyone ass, but you’re just to respectful to do it all the time. And the act was thin as fuck a year ago. In one swift motion, I took that all away Austin. I have exposed you, for what you are. A one trick pony is a cheap trick circus. Your one trick is being big, and your cheap trick is Wolfslair. You have absolutely nothing to offer me as a challenger. Call it disrespect if you want to, I don’t care. What I’m really trying to do is motivate you to actually do something. I have been for fucking weeks. Because you said it, you’re not trying to avenge Alex’s loss, so what are you really doing here? Why are you here? Because you want to be champion? Fuck dude, EVERYONE wants to be a champion. You’re motivated? So is everyone else. But you have the opportunity they don’t. And it will amount to a pile of shit at High Stakes, and then what happens Austin? What happens after I beat you in the middle of the ring, AGAIN, and retain my championship? You going to pull an Alex Jones and rush to shake my hand and throw out a congratulations tweet to save face like he did? I’ll tell you, the same thing I told him, save it for someone who cares. Like Alex, you can take the L, and walk away, and maybe, just maybe use what I’ve been drilling in your head to make yourself better. 

 
Or don’t. Continue to sit there and make a concentrated effort to be different from Alex, and see where it gets you. Because I can already tell you. NOWHERE. You are just a generic big dude. That’s all you are, and all you ever will be. So, without trying to be Alex, you’re not even halfway interesting. Just think about it, Austin, if people didn’t know that you were part of Wolfslair, if people didn’t know that you were trained by Alex Jones, what the fuck would they even know about you? Your entire career is based around that. I would hate myself if my entire life revolved around what someone else did for me. And you know, I was like that once, and I hated it. So, you know what I did? I got off my ass, and got to work carving out of I wanted to be, not what other people thought I should be. You, apparently still need to learn about truly doing that. The whole “I’m different from others in Wolfslair” is a bunch of bullshit that you just don’t want to admit. You subtweet motherfuckers like they all do. You can throw up your hands and tell me you don’t, but you do. I can see it with my own eyes, Austin. You take just as many petty cheap shots as they all do. And you know what? At least they have the balls to actually go, “Yeah I do it, I’m petty.” And I would halfway respect that, but I can’t, because it’s a bitch move. But you LIE about it and try and take the high road. Which, is an even BIGGER bitch move.

 
Again, this is just another reason why nobody should believe a thing you say about being different. Fuck, nobody should believe you in general. You just play the nice guy, just like you play the bad ass. And you know what, you’re not fucking good at either of them.  You are a god damn FRAUD Austin. You are pathetic. I cannot wait to be fucking done with you and kill Wolfslair off for fucking good. I want to take you and throw you into that fucking ground 6 feet deep, along with Alex, and bury you both. Bury you so far underneath the ground you don’t every come back and try and take this championship from me ever again.

 
Jack looks, and then points at the championship and adjusts it on his shoulder

 
Jack: I know how hard I worked for this championship, Austin. I rose to the top because the people like you stained the whole division with your bland visions. I proved that I wasn’t the flavor of the month, I proved I wasn’t a flash in the pan. I rose to the top of this company and took the top championship, because I am a star. I did it in a very short amount of time, the people like you were just moseying along, and talking about how you were going to “give it your all” and “try your best” and do you know what that is, Austin? Loser talk. That’s the words of a man who has no confidence. This isn’t the NFL or any major league sport where you have to show sportsmanship, this is wrestling, you get paid for talking shit about your opponent and I can talk shit with the best of ‘em.  And do you know what the best part about the whole thing here is, Austin? Everything I’ve just said about you, all of it, is the truth. Every last word is true, okay, maybe not the hyperbole, I know you were going to try and slip that in, but the point is I don’t need to make up anything I say about anybody. I simply tell them like it is. You may not like it, but it is who I am. I don’t sugarcoat things, Austin. I don’t dance around the issues, I don’t fence sit, and I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. I know exactly who I am Austin, I am the world champion, and I am the world champion because I do this better than anyone else. I am Jack Washington and I may not be 6’8” and I may not be 280 pounds, but I am a bad motherfucker and you know this. Deep in your soul, you know when I tell you that I have no issues crippling you and cracking your skull with a fucking pipe, that I mean it. 

 
People don’t like me, and that’s fine. Because I know there are several, several reasons to hate me. Jealousy, envy, & insecurity are some of them. I’m sure you fall into one of the categories Austin, but which one that is, doesn’t matter. I told you exactly how it was going to go last Sunday, and then what did I do? Wham, beat you in the middle of the ring. No questions asked. So, I’ve gained even more of an edge than I already had. The facts are in Austin, you are not as good as you think you are, and I am better than ever. I keep getting better each and every time I step into the ring. I’m already the world champion, and I did it is pretty much record time. You were still clinging to a “streak” which is now gone. So please, don’t come at me with more waffling and telling me how much you respect what I’ve done and how much you’re not like Alex Jones. Both of those things are just lies and you know it. I WANT you to hate me. I want you coming into this match actually ready to fight me. You think that because you’re big that it scares me? Well, you are flat out wrong, my guy. I’m begging you right now to show me something, because what you showed last Sunday wasn’t it, chief. You want to take my championship? You want to try and prove yourself? Well, this isn’t the way to go about it. I’d much rather you tell me you were going to kick my ass and show at least a little fire. Because if you don’t? If you come out with the same tired bullshit you just did, the beating you get is going to be even worse. 

 
Let me make this as clear as I can, Austin. I am trapped in a match with you, and I don’t want to be. Not because you’re great, not because you’re a monster, but because you happened to win a match to become number one contender. That’s it. They say you earned it, but really, you jumped out of the shadows and won a match and since then, you have fallen flat on your face. This isn’t a good look for you. And at High Stakes, you will fail, again. I have proven that I can beat you and I know that eats at you. You would have loved to be able to run your mouth about how you beat me, but the truth is, you didn’t. I’ve already shown what I can do under pressure when I ran through your trainer and I will do exactly the same to the student.

 
Jack stands up and pushes the easel aside sending the canvas flying to the ground.

 
Jack: And I’m not going to apologize for being true to myself and saying the things to you, that you don’t have the BALLS to say to anyone else.

 
I’m Jack Washington, sir. I am the SCW World Heavyweight champion, and I am coming to High Stakes to beat your ass and retain my championship.

 
Who the fuck are you?

 
Jack scoffs at the camera and leaves the scene and we fade to black.

 
Click.

 

The Champ. Has. Spoken.

[Austin James Mercer]

Behind my back
New York, New York
Last Year

”You son of a bitch”

A vase flew across the room. Hurled by a very angry Amy Mercer. Her eyebrows were almost locked downwards, her lips curled around as she ground her teeth together. Her hands were shaking as they balled into fists after the vase exploded into a million pieces. Austin backed up and raised an eyebrow with his hands in a defensive position. Confused thoughts ran through his mind as he stared at his younger sister. She was clearly angry and hurt. But Austin had no idea why.

He stepped forward and cleared his throat. His deep voice dropping ictaves to remain calm, cool and collected. ”What happened? I don’t understand-“

”Hes alive! He’s alive and you knew!”

Amy threw an envelope towards him. Pictures spread from inside it outwards across th floor. His eyes moved down to them. Pictures of him in Colorado, meeting with Amanda Carr, meeting with his sisters ex, the father of his nephew Xavier Coates. Austin’s heart sank. He had tried to keep it from her, for the last two months Xavier had sent money every week, as agreed it was set up as a “life insurance” deposit. Austin had gone to great lengths to keep this quiet, to set up the account to transfer the funds, to have the paperwork and letterhead look legitimate. But it seems all that work was for nothing as now he stood in front of his sister who was furious. He took a long deep breath and raised his hands over his head running his hands through his long brown hair. ”Amy I… She raised her hand up, her eyes closed and she started to visibly shake.

Amy paced back and forth, Austin could hear her breathing change as she seemed to grow more and more furious as the seconds ticked by. Amy had been emotionally and mentally stable for the last few years, since Austin had brought her home from Briarcliff, since they solved the mystery of why she was in there. But now, now Amy seemed to unravel. Austin felt suck to his stomach. Scared and ashamed. ”Why Austin? Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me he was alive?” Why wouldn’t you take me to him?” Tears welled up in her eyes, Austin shook his head and turned away from her.

”I-I guess I was trying to protect you.”

There was an awkward silence between them. Tears stream down Amy‘s face, she shook her head and opened her hands class being them together trying to keep myself calm while looking at her younger brother. Her voice cracked, her heart broke. ”Protect me from what? Knowing the father of my child was still alive and well?” Austin stays silent, lost on what to say abs where to go. Amy’s eyes pleaded for an answer. For a reason, for information. ”You have nothing to say? No explanation?. Why would you keep him from me? From my son? Threatening him to stay away? To keep us apart?”

Austin swallowed hard, confused as to what Amy was talking about. He shook his head and leaned down picking up the pictures and flicking through them before putting them back in the envelope. ” Amy, this was never about keeping him away from you, all my nephew. This was about protecting you from a bad person.”

”A bad person? No, he had to push us away to protect us, to protect us from the people who wanted money and threatened to hurt us!” Amy‘s voice cracked again, she pulled out her phone and turned it towards Austin, text messages explaining why Xavier had to let her go. Austin’s eyes quickly darted down the text, he had lied. Lied through his fucking teeth. Austin opened his mouth but before he could say anything Amy snapped. ”see, he told me everything Austin. He told me how you went to see him, how you told him that you would pay off his debts as long as he stayed away from me!.” she raised her voice to a yell, Austin could hear his nephew stir and wake up.

He shook his head and stepped forward. ”Amy that’s not-“ she shook her head again, her hands moving up as Austin stepped forward in defensive motion as if to push him away. Austin swallowed hard and reached up taking his sisters hands in his holding them together looking her right in the eye ”I’m sorry Amy, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you he was alive but you have to understand, he threw you away, he threw your son away. He lied to you, he paid money for people to fake his disappearance because he has another family. Or had another family.“ His mind raced, did his wife find out about the money he was sending Amy? Had that been a loose end here never thought of? What was his endgame in all of this?

Amy tried to pull away, tears moving down her cheeks even faster, her breathing becoming laboured as she shook her head, her voice turning into a wail. ”No! That’s not true! He would never do that! He would never…” She sobbed, she slowly breakdown drop into her knees, Austin following her down before wrapping his arms around his older sister, he held her tight.

He swallowed hard and gave Amy a kiss on the top of the head, his hand moving up and down her back trying to keep her calm and show that she was still loved by her family. A real family .”I should’ve told you, but I wanted to protect you, and in the end that is hurt you more than it would have if I just told you. I don’t know why he’s contacting you, I don’t know why he told you these things. But I’m gonna find out.” Austin’s voice became stern, his teeth ground together just like Aimees did earlier, he could feel the anger welling up inside him. But that was for later, right now he had family to take care of.

Worthy

It had been a hard week for Austin James Mercer. Since returning to the ring and having to stand opposite to one of his stable mates and friends, having to team with someone that he was not really familiar with nor did he really careful. Having to go against the current world champion and his opponent at high-stakes, and watching as Jack was able to get the upperhand in the chess match.

”Well, the final show before high-stakes could have gone better. Losing is not something that anyone wants to go through, we all hope to go into every match and win to gain momentum going into the next match, it’s like a perpetual motion machine. You gain momentum, it keep spiralling, and you go from when to win and it pushes you forward to where you need to be. But going into a big match off of a loss?. That halts the momentum. It just stops you in your tracks. And you have no idea what to do or where to go. But you need to dust yourself off, learn from your mistakes, and forge a head. A lot of people in this company and in this business don’t know how to do that. They would instead point fingers and blame, especially in something like a tag match. But the blame is with me.”

“I failed, I dropped the ball, and now it is on me to pick myself up, dust myself off, pick up the ball, and run it right down Jack Washington’s throat.”

“I know that it is easier said than done “

“If you listen to what Alex has had to say about Jack, he doesn’t deserve to hold that championship. Alex thinks that Jack is someone who doesn’t represent the company or the championship to the best of his ability. Because he isn’t all over social media, because he doesn’t have a huge following like Alex or even myself. But, I’ve always had a different view from Alex, while I respect him and while he has my back and I have his we do not always agree on everything. Alex went into his match against Jack thinking that he had it won. He believed that Jack’s lack of experience compared to him was going to be his downfall. He believed that he was going into that match as the champion and walking out is the champion. But I watched him make those mistakes, I voiced my concerns, and he didn’t listen. And now I stand ready to face Jack for that same championship and I’m going into the match with a little bit more understanding.”

He smiled and gave a nod. Not letting his stalled momentum impact his mood or confidence.

”And this will be a great new challenge for you Jack, see I came into this match not really knowing what was going on. I went and won a triple threat match and found out that it was for the number one contendership. I was ready to earn my way back to the championship but didn’t realise it was happening so soon and so fast. But then I looked around and realise that really there are very few people who make sense in this position. Alex, as much as I respect him and love him as a brother, he’s a whiny bitch. Let’s be honest here he is. And he was not ready to come back after you with any type of rematch.”

“But, what about Ben Jordan?”

“Well it seems that aside from teaming with his lovely wife Ben and Alex are going to have what many would consider to be a dream match. So where does that leave our world champion? Well in the absence of someone coming back like Fenris, or VinnIe, or J2H, or Kristopher Ryans earning his way, it seems as if someone like Me was destined to become the number one contender. It was never going to be Romano, it was never going to be Storms, or Barnhart, Or Callaway. It was never gonna be any of those guys who talk a big game but can’t back it up, so it was me. I owned this championship match, I own the right to go to the biggest show of the year and face you. And while you have got the first shot off and you won the first battle, this is a war of attrition Jack, and I’m in it for the long haul.”

He couldn’t help but laugh to himself, despite the loss Austin was still supremely confident in himself and his abilities. It was excellent on his face, the smirk hidden beneath his beard, the sparkle in his eyes. It was all right there for everyone to see.

”With that being said I know this isn’t going to be easy. I know there is a chance I could go through all of this, fight you over and over again, and not come out of the other side as the sin city wrestling world champion. See, I know this is your first world championship. But I’m also smart enough to know it will not be your last. Barring some kind of catastrophic injury or you just not wanting to do this any more, I can see Jack Washington‘s name in lights, on a marquee, as a world champion in any company that you choose to go and be a part of. I am not arrogant enough to ignore the talent that I see in front of me. I’m not blind, I can look in the ring when you are there moving around and I can see how good you are and how good you could become. I may not like your methods, I may not like some of the things you say and some of things you do, but I can respect the talent. I can respect the drive. The drive to be the best and prove everyone wrong, I get it Jack I understand it.”

“I understand it all too well. Because there was a time when that was me. There was a time when I was so angry at the world because I knew I had the potential and that everyone was just using that word time and time again that became an insult.”

“Potential...”

“It’s a word that can become an albatross hanging around the neck of anyone who actually has talent wants to become a world champion in this business. It is meant to be a word that conjures up all sorts of visions of the future, but then you have to ask yourself when is the future? When is your time? For years Jack I didn’t understand it, I wanted it to be my time and I wanted to be right there and then and I wanted to prove everyone wrong and that made me angry. But my time, it came sooner than I thought. People don’t use the word potential with me any more, instead they just see how good I am but…”

“Well, the truth is? I’m still learning.“

“This match, it’s kind of been billed as a look to the future between myself and you. Austin James Mercer against Jack Washington. The guy who was the fastest rising rookie who is one multiple world Championships against the guy who is the fastest rising rookie. The current world champion, a man who beat someone who many consider to be my mentor. But I don’t see this as a match for the future, no, this match is very much the present. The current reigning and defending world champion who has become what everyone feared he would be, against a man who came into this company and beat the best of the best. A man who beat the unbeatable, a man who defended the championship against anyone and everyone. Austin James Mercer one on one with Jack Washington for the sin city wrestling world heavyweight championship at high-stakes is the money match. And I look forward to the challenge.”

[Austin James Mercer]

Legal ramifications
Denver Colorado
Last year

”Where is he?”

Austin growled. His voice was low and deep. It seemed to go along with his current attitude and demeanour. His arms folded over his chest as his eyes burned with anger. It had been a week since his heartbreaking conversation with Amy. She revealed her ex had contacted her. He spun a lie. A story to hurt her and break her. The anger he felt in that moment hadn’t faded. If anything fuel had been added to it everyday for the last week. As he traveled from New York back to Colorado thr though just rolled over in his mind.

He had found Xavier, he had told him not to contact Amy. To support them. He had found the truth and now he had tried to break Amy down with a painful lie. It was anger inducing, it was something that Austin would not tolerate. ”Amanda. Where is he?” Austin stepped forward, his voice still deep but trying to keep it together. Amanda Carr, The young private investigator that Austin had hired to find Xavier the first time shook her head and folded her arms over her chest. She wasn’t afraid, at least not of Austin. She knew enough about him to know that he would not physically harm her. It wasn’t his style. But there was something else waiting on her mind, something else that was stopping her from giving him the information that he craved.

she swallowed hard and shook her head her arms also folded over her midsection, her hands grasping the inside of each one of her arms. ”It took me a few weeks to find him the first time. And this time he’s in hiding. I can’t-“ Austin slammed his fist down on the desk, it rattled as the wood cracked. This was a heavy table, the top it was thick and reinforced. And Austens hand coming down on it sent a shock way through it’s so large that the wood splintered. Amanda swallowed and shook her head as Austin moved around in front of her.

He took a long deep breath in, he closed his eyes and has he let it out his voice seem to turn into a normal tone, no longer as dark and deep as it was when he first walked in. ” please, I talked to him the first time and got to the truth, but he contacted my sister. She broke down, she didn’t understand, and she had doubts about how much I love her. his nostrils flared as he found his teeth together, there was a hole in his heart and it was filled with guilt. Guilt because he didn’t tell Amy the truth, guilt because he valued protecting her over trusting that she was able to emotionally deal with the truth that he had found.

Amanda took a deep breath herself, as she let it out she gave a small not a nude around her desk. ”Look Aust- Mr Mercer. I sympathise, but you have to understand in my position… If anything happens to Mr Coates I will be held accountable.” and there it was, the fee was not for herself, she knew Austin would not hurt her, but she had doubts on whether or not he would restrain himself when he found XavierCoates. And to be honest, it wasn’t completely without merit. Her tone and change from somewhat informal to professional also didn’t escape Austin’s notice.

”I understand, Amanda, I’m not going to kill him. Part of me wants to, but I don’t have it in me.” he swallowed and gave a small smile, just a hint of one with his right upper lip curling before his face turned back to being the stoic man he normally was.

Amanda though shook her head. She placed her hands down flat on the desk looking down before taking a long drawn out breath and looking back up to meet Austin’s gaze with her own. ”Before becoming a private investigator and working for your father, my father was in the military. Special forces. He always had a look in his eye that I never understood.” she paused for a moment, her eyes dancing along the top of the table until they reached a silver frame sitting facing inward. A picture of her father, the senior Carr who had worked with Austin’s father decades ago. ”I never understood the look. But, when I was a teenager some of my father‘s friends had a reunion. As they talked about their stories I realise that my father had a higher body count than anyone else in that room. I always thought he could never harm anyone that way, he can never take a life. But that, that’s what that look was.”

There was a silence between them, Austin just stared ahead unsure of what to make of this story and the admission. Amanda took another long deep breath in and reached into the top drawer of the desk pulling out a fille, an updated file and Xavier Coates.

”You have it. You have that look Austin. And as much as you want tonight, the truth is that if you thought a member of your family or someone that you loved was being threatened, if you thought there was no way out, you would take a life in an instant.” There was more silence, Austin knew that Amanda was right. If his life, Amy’s life, Lisa’s life, or any of the children were threatened, Austin would end it right there in then. He gave a small not to Amanda, she took another deep breath and closed her eyes before placing her hand on the file and sliding it towards him. He picked it up opened it, took note of the address and smiled. ”If anyone asks, you weren’t here.”

As Austin turned to walk away he reached the large wooden doors, something stopped him as he reached up and placed his hand on the wall next to it. ”Thank you Amanda...for everything.” As he opened the door he heard the flick of a lighter, and a long drawn out breath of a cigarette.

Part 2

”Time is counting down. Days are getting closer”

Austin can’t help but chuckle. It was cliched, it was goofy, corny, but in a way so totally what you would come to expect from the former world champion. A man who despite his intimidating stature, was honestly just a big kid.

”You know Jack, i’m gonna give you a small piece of advice. Cherish these moments. See, no matter how many championship matches I go into, whether that is as challenger or the champion, I still feel butterflies. I still feel that anticipation, that rush of adrenaline as the minutes and hours tick forward in the days roll-on as we get closer and closer to our inevitable end. And, you being so young and talented I’m sure you will have plenty of days like this in the future. Not that I’m an old man by any means, but I’ve already had so many of those moments. So many of those weeks leading up to a championship match where you go through your days training, you watch tape on your opponent, and you let yourself think just how it will feel to hold that title belt high above your head. And when you have been a champion before, when isn’t your first time or when you are going into a moment where you are defending that title you have the advantage of already knowing how it feels. You know the anticipation, you know the feeling when it ends, and you know the rush of adrenaline.”

“But one day, there will be a final moment where you feel the pre-much anticipation winding up towards the championship win or defence. And you might think that is the lowest point, you might think that is going to be a time in your career way you look and worry about where you’re going and what you were going to do. That is a point that I’m not up to yet, thankfully..”

“There is however, another moment that is lower than that. And the worst part is Jack is that it is a moment that will repeat itself. If you are successful in this business at the moment you can’t avoid. See, I am a three time world champion. I won the WWH Hells gate championship, the honor wrestling world championship, and of course the Sin city title that you currently hold. No it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that if I am a three time world champion that means I have also lost a world championship three times. And for the sake of this moment I’m going to just focus on those three titles, because losing them? Those were lower moments and losing other championships just based off of the gravity and nature of said titles. Those championships meant the company had to put stock in me, that I was the face of the company. Where you are right now Jack. You have the pressure and weight of the world in your shoulders. But the lowest point in your career, is the moments when you lose those titles.”

“And trust me..that will happen…”

Austin pauses for a moment, there is a hint of sadness in his voice as his mind flashes back to when he lost each one of those championships. He takes along deep breath and closes his eyes before exhaling and opening them, his long hair freed and flowing down his shoulders and back.

”I don’t share this knowledge to be condescending or to make it seem like you don’t know what you were getting yourself into. I’m just trying to give you the respect that you were due because of your championship win. In fact I said it before, I respect your abilities and I respect the fact you are a champion but as a person I think you have so much left to learn. And to be perfectly honest Jack, when you opened your mouth all you did was prove it. You actually stood there and accused me of trying to be exactly like Alex, because we have long hair, because we have beards, really? Is the fact that I’m 8 inches taller and 45 pounds heavier just lost on you? I could stand here and say because you have that short cropped haircut and muscular physique that you look like Ben Jordan when he goes to the barber. But that would be wrong considering Ben is twice the man you are and twice the champion that you’ll ever be with that attitude.”

“Alex and I do share a few similarities, but he goes about things in a way that I personally don’t appreciate. He wants to throw tantrums, he wants to be a primadonna, that’s just who are years. That’s who he’s always been something that you obviously were keenly aware of since when you faced him you decided to bring up his entire history, and history that you seem to think it’s a relevant yet you decided to dedicate hours on.”

“If only you had decided to do the same due diligence when it came to me. do you think I went silent when Vinnie beat me? No, I talked about him being good enough to beat me and hoping that he would continue on making those Championships means something. And when he failed I took it as an insult. But question Jack, do you enjoy being hypocrite? You turned around and blasted Alex for basically running his mouth after you beat him yet say I stayed silent when others beat me and that was a bad thing? So which is it Jack, Alex and I exactly the same? Or are we different? Should we run our males after being beaten? Or stay silent? If you don’t flip-flopping, maybe you should learn about me instead of making assumptions.”

“You see, I don’t make assumptions about you and your personal life, I only look at what you’ve done in the ring  And when I look at that I’m impressed, despite the fact that you have just over a 5050 record you have wins over some of the best, you almost beat Ben Jordan who is an amazing athlete and was a great champion, you did beat Alex, you did get a pin on me in a tag match. It is clear that you are a great athlete Jack and a great professional wrestler.”

“I said it before that I think you’re gonna have a great career, but you did bring up one thing that makes me realise that you might just be the most dangerous person in this company.“

Austin smiles and shakes his head rubbing his hand over his beard.

”You don’t care about my size, you don’t care about my strength, you don’t care about my win loss record or the streak I was on. Truth is, That makes you dangerous. That makes you unpredictable. Somethings, the trivial things, you shouldn’t care about. The whole unpinned thing is inconsequential, in this business we all lose every so often. Look at Fenris he destroyed everyone until he faced me. But I get the feeling that if you faced him, you just look him in the face and tell him that you didn’t care about all the names he destroyed and his record. And that might work for you, but Me? I looked at what he did and I wanted that scalp, and while you can say with pride that you don’t care about anything that Alex has done or anything that I’ve done, if nothing matters then why the fuck are we doing this Jack? If you stand there and run down everyone else’s accomplishments except for your own then when you do get beaten by somebody, you’ll be beaten by nobody”

“That is the mistake Alex made, he didn’t take you seriously because he didn’t actually look at what you are capable of doing, so in his mind because he called you or nobody he got beaten by nobody. And now here you are saying you don’t care about what I’ve done, who I am all my compliments. When I walk out with that championship, you’ve just been beaten by someone who you couldn’t Sean out of respect for. Because you do not respect anyone, you don’t stand for anything, you don’t stand for yourself, you don’t stand for the company. You have to sit there and say I need to find out who I am..”

“I know who I am Jack, I don’t look or sound anything like with Alex, but you. It’s kind of funny, your tone, the fact you don’t care about anyone else, you don’t take me seriously. That’s Alex all over. And the thing is I hadn’t planned on even bringing him up, I hadn’t planned on caring about it, I wanted this to be about you and me. But you brought him up, you brought it all up. Because in the end all you really had to say about me in your overblown speech of bullshit equated to “Austin and Alex are the same”... Bobbie Dahl called, she’s suing you for gimmick infringement…”

“At high-stakes Jack, I’m gonna give you everything I’ve got. If I win I’ll hold that championship proudly and do everything I can to be a great champion, just like I did before. If you win, I’ll congratulate you, I’ll earn my way back to another title shot and if you are champion we’ll go again… but deep down I’ll be hoping that you actually learn something. see you Sunday… Kid”

[Jack Washington]

Prologue:

 

Jack was now readying himself for his championship defense. If anything after the first round of interviews and media, Jack had even more confidence. Not only was he victorious on Climax Control, scoring the winning pinfall, but his brazen antics and words appeared to make his opponent cautious about speaking out about winning. Jack knew he now had to be like a shark and attack to finish the job. While he was of course taking the match seriously, in his eyes, his opponent, Austin Mercer, was not. He appeared timid to Jack, and Jack figured him to be weak. Maybe this was a foolish way to think, but Jack was confident in his abilities. After all, it hadn’t taken him long to reach this point in SCW, so he figured that Austin, while a former champion, and how he knew the ropes, was acting in such a manner that it was good for Jack. He figured that Austin was either intimidated, or planning something else. Maybe it was this week that Jack would catch hell, and he was planning for that. Jack was not about to be caught off guard taking an opponent lightly. Jack was smart enough and street-wise enough that he knew better than to trust anyone to be who they really were. In all of Sin City Wrestling, Jack felt as if he was one of the only real people. People had fake names, fake personalities. In all honestly, it seems like the last place Jack would be comfortable. And he certainly was not. He would take no one lightly, but if they did him, he would take it as a sign of disrespect. He knew he needed to do more, so he planned on making this a big deal. Jack would make it a point to hammer the nail home, much like he had done previously. Jack was taking no chances.

 

Outside the ring, Jack had finally spoiled himself and purchased a home. Finally, a place to call home, bought with his first SCW World champion’s paycheck, and obviously what he had saved. The major purchase made Jack feel accomplished. This was something he earned. The days of living off of what he felt was “dirty” money were now coming to an end. He no longer needed to use anyone else’s money to get what he wanted. This was his money, he earned it, and that made him feel even better. The house was big, and luxurious, and Jack was thrilled to have it.

 

Of course, Jack knew that now being a public figure and working with the people he was working with, he was still a target, and now he no longer had the safety of the hotel, now, he was on his own, and it was going to be harder to stay low-key and he was now extremely vulnerable. But Jack had a gate, locks and the actual convenience of the COVID-19 pandemic that discouraged people from heading outdoor for long periods of time. Was he still being watched? Probably, but he knew that it would be extremely difficult for people to get to him. They would have to know where he lived, and he really didn’t make this public. He tweeted some photos, but in a clever move, it was not the actual house he purchased. So, he still knew enough to try and throw people off the trail.

 

Also, Jack has given a lot of control to Benny towards the Casino. Benny and Jack made a joint statement with Jack citing his duties as SCW champion as the main reason he could not assume full control. That, and his lack of experience. Jack also has Larry, his lawyer, sneak language in the contract, the details of which are not fully understood, but they do allow Jack some kind of escape plan should there be some kind of snafu for the Casino itself. The press conference went well, but there were eyes that watched that may or may not be very happy with Jack regarding this decision. Now Jack perhaps faces the wrath of the Mexicans and Ana Sofia as perhaps their working relationship may turn sour very quickly with Benny involved in the process. 

 

--

The Grand Flamingo Plaza

Las Vegas, NV

 

Jack and Benny walked through the casino grounds, giving Benny his first real tour of the facility and trying to get his input. Jack tried to not look concerned or nervous, or seem like he was rushing Benny, but he knew the Mexicans would be coming soon enough. He may have given himself a two-hour window, but when you need it, time always seems to slip away. Benny was taking his sweet time as far as Jack was concerned. This couldn’t have gone any slower for Jack.

 

Jack: What do you think?

 

Benny didn’t answer at first, looking at the lights and designs along the walls where they would be lit up when the power was fully on. But there was no need to waste electricity while they weren’t open. Benny continued to look and study the room and then the back walls and open areas.

 

Benny: I think we might need to move some stuff around.

 

Jack nodded, but so much wanted to roll his eyes.

 

Jack: We can do that.

 

Benny: Good. I just wanna give it a little touch up, you know?

 

Jack: I hear you. This is totally on you; you can decide what you want here. 

 

Benny nodded. A satisfied smile crossed his face.

 

Benny: It is, isn’t it? That’s a pretty good feeling.

 

Jack: I’ll bet.

 

Benny: Well, we’ll still need a counting room and that’s gotta be the most secure place in this entire casino. We can’t have anybody trying to steal from us. And uh, what about security?

 

Jack: What about it?

 

Benny: I’m talking cameras, and security team. This has to be done. If you don’t have people watching in here, they will steal whatever they can. They’ll signal to each other. You can’t let anyone beat the house, kid. They will take you for all they’re worth.

 

Jack: Noted.

 

Benny: Just trying to make sure you get this, kid. If we’re going to make money, we need to keep our money safe.

 

Jack: I gotcha. I gotcha.

 

Benny and Jack continued to tour the building, the slow and deliberate pace making Jack check his phone frequently, and this eventually would catch Benny’s attention.

 

Benny: Gotta be somewhere?

 

Jack: No. Expecting a phone call is all. 

 

Benny: Oh yeah? What for?

 

Jack: Closing on my house, and the updates to it. Sometimes this guy texts me instead of calling. So, just checking.

 

Benny: I see.

 

Jack checked his phone less frequently to avoid any further suspicion from Benny. Benny went around with his vision of what the casino should look like. Food service area, the kitchen, and the bar. Everything that Benny wanted was doable and made sense, Jack was just hopeful the laundry list of things didn’t end up causing too much of a hiccup. Jack just followed along, listening, but obviously wanting this to speed up. 

 

Finally, he and Benny returned to the main office. Brian was already in the office looking over some files and of course having himself a shot.

 

Brian: Enjoy the tour?

 

Benny: ‘Course.

 

Brian: I think that’s 25 cents.

 

Benny: Funny guy, this guy.

 

Benny walked to the window behind the desk, and looked out it and smiled.

 

Benny: Looks good from up here, kid.

 

Jack: It is one hell of a view.

 

Benny’s smile stopped as he turned and faced Jack, pointing downward.

 

Benny: What’s below?

 

Jack: Well, right now, just my workout stuff, but I’m gonna have that moved out since I have a place of my own. No need to leave it cramped.

 

Benny smirked thinking about it.

 

Benny: Good, good, we might need some extra space around here so it’ll be good to have.

 

Jack: Yeah, whatever you need Benny.

 

Benny: Alright kid. I’ll get to work getting my boys to fill in some of these roles.

 

Jack: That’s what we need.

 

Benny: Now, keep my chair warm, I’ll be back. I got some work to do.

 

Jack: You got it Benny.

 

Benny walked up to Jack, extending his hand this time. Jack nodded and he accepted this handshake.

 

Benny: Gonna be a pleasure doing business with ya.

 

Jack: I look forward to it.

 

Benny then departed and Jack watched as he left out of the window. His eyes never leaving Benny until Benny was in his car and driving away. It was then and only then that Jack let out of sigh of relief. Jack leaned against the office desk and let out an exhale.

 

Jack: I thought he’d never leave.

 

Brian: You good, Stick?

 

Jack: I don’t know.

 

Brian: What are you getting at?

 

Jack: The Mexicans know about Benny now working here, and basically being in charge.

 

Brian: Well... shit.

 

Jack: Yeah... shit is right. I don’t think they’re going to take too kindly to Benny being in charge.

 

Brian shrugs, nodding along with it.

 

Brian: Probably not. So uh, what ‘cha gonna do, Stick?

 

Jack: I’m gonna have to talk to them. I was just waiting for Benny to finally get out of here. I think I can make the whole thing work; I just have to make sure they don’t ever find each other at the same place at the same time.

 

Brian: Yeah, you’d be kinda fucked if that happened.

 

Jack: Fucked isn’t the word for it. God damn this is bad.

 

Brian: I’ll say.

 

Jack finally turned to Brian, who threw back at shot as Jack stared at him. He looked super annoyed at Brian, who threw his hands up with a shrug, sizing up Jack with a stare back.

 

Brian: What? What are you looking at me like that for?

 

Jack: Are you just going to stand there and give me nothing?

 

Brian: And what exactly would you have me do, Stick? I ain’t the one who set this deal up. 

 

Jack: I know, I know but, This is supposed to be your...thing isn’t it? You deal in making these types of stressful situations less stressful. That’s what you do. And when I actually need you to do something that falls right into your skill set, you give me nothing? The fuck are you doing around here then? What am I paying you for?

 

Brian took a shot of his whiskey and sucked his teeth, not responding right away. He casually walked towards the desk and looked at Jack and shook his head.

 

Brian: Because ain’t nothing I could tell you, Stick. You gotta do this for yourself. I told you that I would help you, but what do you want me to say? What advice could I give you right now? I could tell you to at least try and square things away. I could tell you that the Mexicans will probably kill you if they are truly upset. The fact that they want to talk to you, and they’re going to come here, that is at least something that tells me that they may not want you dead right away. That’s about the best I can do. I can't clean up all your messes.

 

There is a period where neither man says anything. They both stare at each other for a while. Jack rubs his face and then points at the bottle of Jack Daniels and the second shot glass.

 

Jack: Then pour one for me. I’m going to need it.

 

Brian nods and goes over to the bottle and pours a second shot. He hands it to Jack who begins to drink it, and then sits down at his desk, he opens the drawer underneath it. Inside, is a pistol above a stack of papers. Jack nods to himself and looks up at Brian.

 

Jack: Well, here goes nothing. I guess that’s good enough isn’t it?.

 

Brian: It’s something. How much good it’s going to do, is another story.

 

Jack: Now, we wait.

 

Brian: Yup.

 

Jack reaches up and dials the office phone and soon enough Bobby answers it.

 

Bobby: What’s up?

 

Jack: The Mexicans are coming. Do you have anything to defend yourself?

 

Bobby: Yeah, why?

 

Jack pauses, looking up at Brian and then sighs.

 

Jack: Be ready for a war if this gets ugly. It could go south, fast.

 

There is another period of silence before Bobby answers.

 

Bobby: You got it.

 

Jack hangs up the phone and begins to watch the clock in his office. 

 

15 minutes.

 

--

The Grand Flamingo Plaza

Las Vegas, NV.

 

Jack and Brian continue to watch the clock until the Mexicans do eventually pull up. There are three cars. Two men each get out of two of the cars, before they open the door for Ana Sofia and Ernesto to exit. The four armed men then escort Ana Sofia and Ernesto towards the door. Brian and Jack watch from the window.

 

Brian: Well, it ain’t all of them.

 

Jack: I guess that’s good news.

 

Soon enough, Bobby helps the escort to the room. The four armed men open the doors and hold them open. Their weapons tucked into their shirts, but Jack and Brian already knew they were armed. Ana Sofia and Ernesto enter the room and Jack is there to greet them.

 

Jack: Ms. Ana Sofia.

 

Ana Sofia says nothing as Jack has them both sit down. Jack cautiously takes a seat behind the desk and eases forward, sitting upright to face them.

 

Jack: Ms. Ana Sofia, I just want to tell you now that -

 

Ana Sofia: Mr. Jack, do you think we are fools?

 

Jack: No.

 

Ana Sofia: Then why do you treat us this way?

 

Jack: Ms. Ana Sofia, this was not meant as a sign of disrespect.

 

Ana Sofia: We do not care to work for Mr. Benny, and Mr. Sonny is an enemy. He means to drive us out of this place so we cannot do business. And now you bring Mr. Benny in to run your business? We agreed to do business with you, Mr. Jack.

 

Jack: I understand that. If you will allow me to explain this, we can still easily do business. I did not mean to throw away our business in any way. I meant to expand. 

 

Ana Sofia: Is that so?

 

Jack: You see, Benny is in charge of the casino’s.... casino part of the business. He will not play any part in our deal. I needed him to assist with getting the casino off the ground. We cannot do business the way we want to, if I’m not around to run the Casino and you are dealing with Benny. I understand that perfectly. That is not what’s going to happen.

 

Ana Sofia: Is this correct? We do business with you?

 

Jack: Of course. I am the champion of this wrestling company, so I cannot be around all the time. Obligations and all. As I explained. I need to be away. But I made the deal with you for a reason. Because I value what you bring to the table, and how we can both benefit from it. I understand fully that Benny will be a problem if he attempts to get involved. He will either try to get money from you, or he will mess up the whole operation. I completely get it. That’s why he’s not going to be around this at all.

 

Ana Sofia: You speak so surely. Why should we trust you after this?

 

Jack: I asked you for your patience Ms. Ana Sofia, let me get everything in place, and then we can make all the deals we can. We will work together and make the money from it. But as I said, I need this place to not be a hotspot for trouble.

 

Ana Sofia: I see.

 

Jack: I don’t want this to be a bad deal. I don’t want anything to get in the way of us doing business. But I needed Benny to help me with this, due to my obligations, and the fact that I am new to running a casino. Benny has more experience. But that’s where he is going to be. Nowhere near you. All of our business, is between your people, and me. You and me. That’s what we agreed on, and that’s what I intend to hold on to. I will not break my promise to you. I just needed to do some moving of things around due to what I’m dealing with. But I can assure you that what is between us, stays between us.

 

Ana Sofia: And you will not allow Mr. Benny to be involved.

 

Jack: He only stands to get in the way. I don’t want this to go south, and I know that you don’t either. I understand your power and your influence. But we have to work together, not be enemies. We stand to gain nothing by being enemies. I lose a lot from this not working, as do you. I told you, you will have the space needed to work the way you wanted to work. That is what I offered, and that’s what I’m giving. In return, we share in the profits and everyone wins.

 

Ana Sofia looks at Jack for a long time, and then to Ernesto, and they speak Spanish to each other for a moment. Jack obviously having no idea what they are saying. Finally, Ana Sofia turns back to Jack.

 

Ana Sofia: Mr. Jack, you have a way with words. I came here ready to give you the war you seems to desire, but I hear you and I want to trust you. But you understand Mr. Benny is a problem for us. After this that has happened, we feel that we cannot fully trust you.

 

Jack: That’s understandable Ms. Ana Sofia. If you wish to make this an issue, then I cannot stop you from making this an issue. But you must know that the problem you’re seeking to make, will only bring those that wish to stop you closer to you. That’s not going to help you in any way. I will be loyal to you. I understand what you are trying to do, and I have helped you before. I took care of an issue that you had and that car isn’t around anymore. What would I have to gain by betraying you? Only your wrath, and nobody wants a war. Especially me. I don’t have people to fight you, and I don’t want to fight. It only brings unwanted attention, regardless of what happens. Together, we can make this work. 

 

Ana Sofia: And what of Mr. Benny?

 

Jack: Benny is someone I need. But he is not essential to what we have going on. He will play no part in that. You have my number; you can contact me at any time you need me. I just need to have Benny help me to get the Casino going. All I ask, is that you trust me on this. That’s all, nothing more. If I have to, I will prove my loyalty to you again. I am willing to do that. All for your trust.

 

Again, there is a long pause. There is a lot of tension in the room as the armed men fidget around with their guns. Jack has the drawer half opened as he eyes the rest of the room as well. Brian leans against the window; he also has a pistol to defend himself. Bobby, unbeknownst to anyone, is right outside the door, pistol in hand. Finally, Ana Sofia nods.

 

Ana Sofia: Very well, Mr. Jack. But this was not a smart move as far as we believe. Do not make such moves if you wish to continue to have our business. 

 

Jack: I understand. Can I get you anything? Do you have any more questions? Please, feel free to ask.

 

Ana Sofia: No, no questions. Watch your business Mr. Jack. We will speak again. Vamanos!

 

Ana Sofia snaps her fingers and  she and Ernesto stand up. Jack extends his hand, and Ana Sofia shakes it, but it is a wary handshake to say the least. The four armed men lead Ana Sofia and Ernesto out the door of the office, and they soon depart. Jack stares blankly at seemingly nothing for a few moments, before Brian offers him another drink.

 

Brian: Nice work kid.

 

Jack says nothing right away, and downs the shot. After what seems like the entire past few minutes to Jack, he breathes. Leaning his head forward and then back. 

 

Jack: Fuck.

 

Brian: It’s a bullet dodged.

 

Jack: I hope so.

 

Brian: It’s what happens when you leave yourself exposed like that.

 

Jack: Yeah, no shit. 

 

Jack stands up, obviously frazzled by the meeting.

 

Jack: I gotta go. I gotta get this shit out of my head. I got a match I need to get ready for.

 

Brian: Right on. I think you did well. Now, I think a wrestling match is something you got a little more control over.

 

Jack stands up and begins walking out the door.

 

Brian: Go get ‘em kid.

 

Jack departs and we fade.

--

On Camera:

Click

We are with Jack, sitting at his new home, feet kicked up in his new recliner, though for some reason he has a party hat on. Jack blows on the party streamer in his mouth once, though it is sad, and deflated. All around the house are “congratulations” banners and strings of all colors. His eyes meet the camera, and he quickly takes the party hat off and throws the streamer away, as if trying to hide it. He shakes his head and shrugs.

 

Jack: You know, I had everything all ready for this moment. I was so ready. I was ready to celebrate a momentous occasion. I was going to get some party hats, set up a nice little table with a cake on it and all that. I was fucking ready, to commemorate a historic event. We were ready to celebrate a great day. It would have been the day the Austin James Mercer finally grew a nut sack. I was ready man, and now, that shit is all but a memory. I was hoping that word would reach you Austin, I was hoping that you would finally be able to celebrate that great day, but alas, it looks like the celebration was a bit premature. 

 

Jack stands up and and begins to take down the decorations as he continues.

 

Jack: I mean, come on my guy. Have you not been listening to me? Have you not been hearing what I’m saying? I have spent weeks at this point, trying desperate to get you to do something. I practically begged you to give me something that I can really sink my teeth into. To do something or say something that makes me believe that you are going to give me that challenge of a true championship level wrestler at High Stakes. Would you, Austin James Mercer, actually man the fuck up and tell me that you were going to kick my ass and take my world title? Would you finally step up and really give me any sort of cause for concern? I had high hopes for you my dude, I really did. And you fucking blew it. Again. 

 

That was the one of the most embarrassing displays I’ve ever been around. I cannot believe that you are currently the number one contender, when you clearly are out of your league. I laid everything out for you, all nice and neat. I sent you to the plate with corked bat and I lobbed up a softball to you, right down the middle of the plate. I gave you every possible chance and you still fucking failed. How much more of a chance do you need, dude? How much more can I do for you, before you actually get off your ass and fucking try? At least TRY to sound like you have a snowballs chance in hell. We’re trying to keep up appearances here. This is supposed to be the big moment where you give me that speech about being pissed off and how you’re not going to take it anymore, and you’ve had enough of my shit talking and flapping my gums and you’re going to take this championship from me and restore the honor of Wolfslair. I’m not sure if there’s any hope for you at this point dude. You can’t even get the easy shit done right. I have to wonder how you ever won a world championship in the fucking first place. Like, how? I’ve heard eulogies that were more exciting than you. As a partner of mine once said, “Can you do something, or do you just LOOK LIKE you can do something?” I am actually curious at this point because you have just failed time and time again at this. 

 

I’m fucking trying here, bro, and you are just refusing to work with me here. Give these people something, ANYTHING to prove you have a fucking pulse. I’ve done everything I can think of to rile you up, and I’m getting nothing. I slapped you in front of the whole world, and you just fucking shrug it off and give me lame ass shit. What the fuck are you trying to do to me, Austin? As you trying to be the human equivalent of Ambien? Are you trying to give me nothing so that you can swoop in this time and finally show everyone that you are alive? I’m sorry, but it’s going to be too little, too late. You’ve had 3 plus weeks to show people that you are a worthy challenger, and you have done zero at this point in time to show that you are anything more than a name and a face that I will run over at High Stakes. You have failed to live up to any hype. I don’t even know how much more I can give you at this point. Come on, I’ve given you tweets, I’ve given you pictures, I’ve given you a loss and all you have to say to me is “I look forward to the challenge?” Give me a break, Austin. You really are a pathetic piece of trash and I will thoroughly enjoy finally beating you, retaining this championship, and putting you at the back of the line along with Alex Jones and hopefully, someone else finally comes along that isn’t wasting everyone’s time with an acutal attempt at a challenge. Because you have failed miserably at every turn.

 

Having finished taking down the decorations, Jack tosses them aside.

 

Jack: Look, I get it Austin, I am pretty god damned awesome at this shit, and you realize you have no shot at even coming close to beating me, but you know, this IS a supercard, the biggest show in SCW’s calender year, and you promptly put out a turd that no one can take seriously. How are you, a giant of man, this much of a pussy? Like how? How have you not turned up to being an actual threat? How have you not given your Wolfslair people at least a TINY bit of hope that you’re going to redeem yourself? Because the way I see it, your little group is looking like it could go home with nothing. I mean, you sure as shit are you going to lose. Alicia could lose, Joanna could lose, and Alex is going to get crushed because he sucks. But you have put in the least amount of effort you could, my dude. You can’t even give the illusion of winning, can you? You can’t even muster a tiny bit of effort, instead falling back on what you can actually talk about. “I’m ready for this match and I’m going to give it my all.” Are you serious? Did you read that off a teleprompter? I halfway expected your promo to be overdubbed by Microsoft SAM. I mean, nobody would miss ANY context. It’s the same thing, perhaps even more dry than SAM could ever be. 

 

This is the best you could do, isn’t it, Austin? This is all you could come up with because well, I did what I said I was going to do. You have nothing to tell because that whole unpinned streak is gone. You have nothing because nobody gives a shit about how much you can bench press or how much you work out, or how much you want to be champion. You have failed to make anyone believe that YOU are anything other than a dude who is big, who at one point, fluked his way to a championship reign when the pickings were obviously slim, and then a dude who talks to a cactus beat you, and took the two titles you won, away from you. And now, you are left with nothing but the most cookie cutter bullshit that has ever been spit out in front of a camera. You are utterly pathetic and it shows. Everything I’ve said about you is true. You have been given ample opportunity to prove me wrong and you haven’t. I’m a simple dude, Austin. I like to keep things pretty straight forward, pretty cut and dry, and I don’t like to deceive people. Unlike you. I have been as honest as possible with you, and you think that trying to play the goody-two-shoes is going to give you any sort of credibility. Sadly, for you, it doesn’t. It makes you look weak and pathetic. I love the story you’re trying to weave though. You wanna be a boy scout and do the right thing and gosh golly gee wilikers this is going to be a fun fight. Like, for fucks sake dude, will you grow up and nut up, please? I’m just so sick to my stomach of that crap. It makes me wanna vomit. We are not in the fucking 1950’s anymore, okay Beaver? Get with the times.

 

All it has done, is made me that much more eager to finally kill any hopes and dreams you have to be the SCW heavyweight champion. I don’t want to ever let someone like you ever hold a championship like this ever again. Because all you will do is drag it down. All you will do is ruin it. It’s a joke. A sad, pathetic joke that you are even here, and you will stand across from me at High Stakes. Someone must hate me to subject me to this. But you know what? It’s not going to matter in the long run. I will take you apart, and at the end, your dream will turn into a nightmare, as I put you down, and then that’s it for  Wolfslair. No more, we’re done here. You, much like your master, can disappear with your tail between your legs and never bother the rest of us ever again. I’m done humoring you, Austin. Finally, after Sunday, I will give the world exactly what it craves, Wolfslair, done and dusted. And then we can get to the serious matters when it comes to this championship. We are through with this nonsense, and it’s all your fault.

 

Jack gives a deep sigh, and sits back down in his recliner.

 

Jack: You know, all this, right here and now, is an exercise in futility on both of us right now. It’s quite obvious I’m not going to ever get through to you, no matter what I do, and you will never be anything more than a piece of white bread. This is all you will ever be. And I simply just can’t change that. I tried to give you all the breadcrumbs and hints I could, but you just refuse to take the bait and actually fucking try. So you know what? I’m over it now, I don’t care anymore, I’m just going to run your ass over at High Stakes and move on. I told your master that I am the face of this franchise and that is a fact. I have risen to the top, and I bypassed losers like you to get there. You stood on the sidelines waiting for an opportunity and I took it. And now, you have been replaced. Your services are no longer required, you piece of trash. You can sit there on the bench, because let’s just understand that you are along for the ride. The team is on MY back, not yours. The team tried with you at the helm and that experiment if now over. We have a new leader, so you can fall in line, justl ike your master did. We’ll be just fine without you out here boring everyone with your waffling and acting like a complete chode every time you appear. So, it’s over. If I had the power, I would cut you from the team, I would cut all of Wolfslair from the team. Because they bring nothing to the table. If this were an office or some other place, you would have been let go a long time ago. You would have had that exit interview where they call you in the office, and tell you that “things aren’t working out” and maybe they you need a “change of scenery”.   

 

This is that time, Austin. This is your future. This match is the end of any and all hopes you will ever have at a championship match as long as I am the champion. This is the end of you as a credible main event talent. Because outside of being tall, you have no talent, and that’s not even really a talent, that was something that you were born with. But charisma, charm, wit, savvy, any of that? You are fucking shit out of luck, hoss. You have nothing. So, this? This is the farewell that you’re going to get, but you clearly don’t deserve.

 

So, at High Stakes, I will finish, what I started two weeks ago. I will completely run you over, Austin. I will slap you around like the bitch you are and then you can crawl back into your hole, and hopefully, take another six months off or whatever, before you even think about trying me again. I will take you apart, and you will serve as an example that my championship win over your master, was not a fluke. It was not a lucky night. It was the dawning of a new era, in Sin City Wrestling. The Era that I will DOMINATE. And you, and everyone else who dares to get in my way, will be handled and put right back down. Because that’s what I’m about. I will completely destroy you and anyone else who gets in my way. I have the money, I have the respect, and soon enough, I will have all the power. Yes, I am the franchise savior that you only wish you could be. I will do the things you were SUPPOSED to do but failed at. At High Stakes, I will show you just how out of your league you really are, Austin. This won’t be close, at all. You are going to get your ass whooped and that’s all there is to it.  You will learn the most valuable of lessons.

 

Jack stands back up, putting the SCW championship over his shoulder.

 

Jack: I am the diamond of this company. I am the single best thing to grace an SCW ring in its near decade of existence. There is no one who can touch me in the ring, on the microphone, in a battle of wits, or any sort of contest. No one, not one of the men in this company can stand against me in any way shape or form. Especially not you, and especially not in this match. I am too good to lose to a man who cannot hold my jock. This is MY championship, you piece vanilla piece of trash. I will not let it be soiled by someone like you. I am going to enjoy the beating I give you, and enjoy watching you walk away with your head hung in shame, as you report back to Alex that you ALSO failed.

 

Jack gives a sly smirk.

 

Jack: So Austin, just to leave you with this. I am going to be the shark, the ring is going to be the ocean, and you, Austin James Mercer, are going to be the blood-soaked chum pouring into the water, that kicks off the feeding frenzy. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out and you will never EVER be the same again. Do you get it Austin? It’s over. It’s all over and you will just be another speed bump on my path of continued greatness.

 

I asked you a question last time Austin, I asked who you were. And now, I have my answer. 

 

You, are going to be, my bitch.

 

I am Jack Washington, I am the SCW World Heavyweight champion. And I will be the champion, for a long, long time. I hope that you were used to getting your ass whooped by me, because it’s about to happen again. 

 

See you Sunday, you bitch.

 

With that, Jack eases back in his recliner and we fade on that image.

Click.

 

The Champ. Has. Spoken.