Prologue:
It had been some time since Jack actually appeared on SCW television. His sudden appearance last week was a shock to many, as well as Jack’s demeanor and attitude. Gone was the smugness, and even more so, gone was the brashness, the attitude itself appeared to be gone and Jack looked like he had not slept in some time. Backstage crew also reportedly tried to speak to Jack, even offering any sort of small talk, but even they did not get the usual rude or abrasive response from Jack. He would normally insult or belittle them, but all they got this time was no response and a blank stare. Even when Jack made his way to the ring and spoke, it wasn’t an angry or bold or brash talk we were used to. Instead, it was a plain, monotone statement, seemingly requesting a championship match with Kris Ryans, or at the very least, making his intentions clear that he wanted to get such a match in the future. And thus, maybe due to this seemingly extreme change in behavior, the match was indeed granted this week for SCW Climax Control.
Whatever happened to Jack during his absence, the question was now going to be if Jack was ready. As it stood, Jack was 0-2 against Ryans, and technically 0-3 after the loss at Inception. Was this a new plan or scheme, or is something really wrong with Jack that has caused this change in behavior.
Outside the ring, Jack had gone to Sonny in an effort to seemingly sabotage the Mexicans and their illegal dealings inside of the Grand Flamingo, attempting to use his rivals and ill-fated partners against each other for his own benefit. If Sonny takes the deal, he could get back at the Mexicans, and in theory Jack would be in the clear. There was the knowledge given to Jack by Jessica that Ana Sofia, leading the Mexican group, knew that Jack hadn’t accomplished the task of getting rid of Marta, who was supposed to be burned alive inside the car Jack was to dispose of. Jack let her out and while he feigned knowledge of her being there, he was only going to get away with that for so long. Perhaps, Ana Sofia knew, perhaps she didn’t. Either way, wasn’t good for Jack to have that over his head, and so he devised this, given the other option was to go to the police, which would assuredly result in the Mexicans striking back against him, or his partners personally, and if Benny, who Jack had put in charge found out, it could result in the casino shutting down, before it ever gets a chance to get off the ground.
Of course, that is all worst-case scenario. The best would be the Mexicans would remove themselves from the Grand Flamingo and leave Jack alone, and that would get him out of the bad deal, and perhaps make Sonny believe that Jack wasn’t all bad, and perhaps use power and influence to drive down the business at the casino.
Jack had a lot on his plate, banking on a good idea, but... maybe that would explain Jack’s current mind state? --
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
1 month ago Jack returned home after the unsuccessful bid to win back the SCW Heavyweight championship. He was furious as he tossed his bag on the ground and sat in his recliner and eased back. He sat there stewing, so upset he was unable to win and now seemingly, was lost as to what was next for his career. Having risen to the top so far, he feared there was nowhere to go but down. And he clearly didn’t want that.
He sat in the chair and the tension was so thick. Jack was boiling inside and it was one of those moments where the wrong thing would set Jack off and he would explode like dynamite. Since it was late after Inception had gone off the air, Brian would normally be asleep, but this time, he wasn’t. He sat at the kitchen table, with another person and they both looked over at Jack, who had paid no attention to their presence, as he was used to being alone late at night.
Brian cleared his throat which startled Jack for a moment. But Jack recognized the voice and hand waved Brian away.
Jack: Not now. Go back to bed.
Brian didn’t say anything at first, awaiting Jack to question this, but he does not. The second man at the table tugs at Brian’s arm, but Brian stops him from saying anything. Brian then clears his throat and stands up.
Brian: I take it you didn’t win, eh?
Jack’s hand was on his face, and it slid down as his expression changed to pure anger at the snark he was getting from Brian.
Jack: I’m not in the mood for your shit, Brian.
Brian patted the other man on the shoulder and nodded.
Brian: Jack, it’s not the end of the world, plus we have company.
Jack stopped and looked around for a moment, not seeing anyone in the immediate area, until he stood up and his face turned him anger and frustration to one of surprise. He knew the other man sitting at the table, they locked eyes and Brian nodded.
Brian: Yeah, people just turn up these days.
Jack cautiously approached the second man at the table, making sure he was not seeing things. Once he was sure, he spoke.
Jack: Jason?
Jason Washington. Jack’s older brother. Older by 6 years, Jason was the one person who Jack looked up to. Jason was family, he always looked out for Jack, and he was the one who kept Jack out of the family “business” for most of Jack’s early and teenage years. Jason outright rejected the family lifestyle, instead leaving home after high school and joining the Army. Without Jason there to prevent Jack from falling in with the family business, Jack became heavily involved. Jason on the other hand, was never part of anything, so he was free to do as he pleased. He wasn’t blamed or suffering like Jack was now.
The last time Jack saw Jason, Jason was clean shaven, with a buzz cut and in great shape from his time serving. Now Jason sported a long “woodsman” style beard, his hair a little longer on top and buzzed on the sides. His face was slightly withered and there were noticible bags under his eyes. His physical frame was also smaller. None the less, he smirked as his brother and waved slightly.
Jason: Little brother.
For a long period, neither brother said anything to the other. Jack had so many questions, but he was still more taken aback by Jason’s appearance, both his actual showing up at Jack’s home, and his physical appearance. Jack slowly and respectfully approached his brother, and stuck his hand out. It was rare, but this was Jack’s brother. Jason looked at Jack and slowly stood up. He took Jack’s hand and shook it, and then pulled him into an embrace, which Jason returned in kind.
Once they broke, Jack and Jason sat down together.
Jason: It’s been a little bit, hasn’t it?
Jack: Yeah...
Jason: You okay?
Jack pondered this question, unsure of exactly how to answer it.
Jack: I don’t know. What do you call this? I’m living in a big house and I have money. Is that... okay?
Jason: Sure looks like it.
Jack stared at Jason for a moment and finally he had to get it out of his system.
Jack: What... what happened to you? How did you find me? How did you get here? I didn’t see a car outside.
Now it was Jason’s turn to pause and not answer right away. He looked away from Jack and leaned back in his chair and sighed.
Jason: Just been places, man. I was stationed in Cali, and after I got out, I figured I’d pay my brother a visit. You got all the fame now, I guess.
Jack wasn’t satisfied with Jack’s complete non-answer.
Jack: Jay.... tell me.
Jason: Tell you what?
Jack: Don’t take this the wrong way, bro, but you look like shit. Tell me what happened to you. Tell me how you got here and what is going on. You’ve never been one to just “drop by”.
Jason snickered and he shook. Visibly shook and his nose began to run. He wiped it away and looked at Jack, almost indignant.
Jason: What? I can’t come visit my brother, fine, I’ll leave.
Jason slowly stood up, Jack noticed this almost instant mood swing and put his hands on his brother’s shoulders to stop him.
Jack: Sit down.
Jack eased Jason back into his chair and Jason calmed down. Now seemingly almost... normal. This was very confusing for Jack.
Jason: Just... I’ve just been going through some shit, that’s all. Getting a divorce and that.... you know that shit hits hand when you lose someone you love and... You are about the only family left. I just... I need to get my head on straight, that’s all.
Jack: Why didn’t you say so? Fuck, bro. Yeah, of course, take all the time you need. But, how did you get here?
Jason: Got an uber. Went by the casino since you’re a big shot over there. And... that’s when I ran into Uncle Brian here.
Jack looked over at Brian, who shrugged.
Brian: I didn’t know what else to do, leave him there?
Jack: Are you staying anywhere?
Jason: Not really, no.
Jack sighed and stood up, walking away from the table and towards the living room where he was pacing, trying to get a hold of the situation.
Jack: Where are you staying? Where do you live?
Jason: Wife kicked me out. I’ve been crashing with friends, getting some money through benefits but, I don’t have much anymore.
Jack: Shit.
Jack motioned for Brian to join him in the living room, and basically called a huddle with Brian while Jason just looked on.
Jack: How much did he tell you?
Brian: Same thing he told you.
Jack: Something about this doesn’t add up, and I need to know what it is.
Brian: He’s your brother, Stick. You gotta figure it out.
Jack: Shit.
Jack stood up straight, hands on hips and looked at his older brother.
Jack: Alright, you can stay here until you’re back on your feet.
Jason stood up, admiring the house while Jack looked at him. He didn’t want to think his brother was doing what he thought he was doing, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Jason: You’re a good brother.
Jason hugged Jack again, this time Jack only slightly returned it. He didn’t want to act this way to what was the only family he had, but he was still in the dark about what actually was going on with his brother. He finally caught the smell his brother gave off. It smelled like he hadn’t showered in some time. Jack released his brother and put both hands on his shoulders.
Jack: You are my brother. I would never turn you away. But for real you need to get cleaned up.
Jason: I will bro, I will.
Jack: Where are your things?
Jason: In storage.
Jack: I mean your clothes.
Jason: I travel light.
Jack: Jay, if you’re going to stay at my house, you need to tell me the truth, you know I got your back but come on man, you need to work with me here.
Jason looked up at Jack, but could not answer. He simply shook his head, which then turned into a nod.
Jason: I just need to rest.
Jack wanted to press the issue, but thought better of it. He quietly led Jason to one of the spare bedrooms in the estate, showcasing the room.
Jack: You can stay here for the time being. I have some smaller clothes but I have a whole new wardrobe so, I’ll get you some of the stuff I still have.
Jason: Thank you, brother.
Jason’s eyes once again darted across the room, and Jack quickly left the room and nudged Jason along. He led Jason to the bathroom.
Jack: Get yourself a shower. I’ll lay out some clothes while you’re in there.
Jason didn’t respond and Jack more or less nudged him into the room and closed the door behind him. Now Jack was highly suspicious and almost heartbroken. He walked back into the living room, and towards the kitchen table where Brian was seated.
Jack: Something is wrong, and he won’t tell me.
Brian: He said it was a divorce.
Jack: No. I know what I’m seeing. I’m going to need you to keep an eye on him.
Brian: I ain’t nobody’s babysitter.
Jack’s eyes narrowed.
Jack: First of all, he’s my brother, your nephew. And second, you fucking brought him here.
Brian: Because he came all this way and he was at the casino!
Jack: He needs help. But I know what I just saw him do. He needs eyes on him 24/7.
Brian: What are you talking about?
Jack: What I’m seeing is an addict. He wasn’t impressed by anything I have, Brian. He’s looking for things to steal. He was fucking casing the rooms.
Brian: You don’t think?
Jack: He... God damn it I hope he’s not, but that’s what the shit looks like. So just... just watch him, okay?
Brian didn’t say anything at first, but he saw the look on Jack’s face, and in his eyes. Jack was 100% serious about protecting his brother.
Brian: Alright.
Jack: Thank you.
Jack walked back to one of the other spare rooms and pulled out some fresh clothes he no longer wore. He didn’t even know why he still had them, but he was glad he did. He looked at them for a moment, and sighed. He took them and into the room he had given Jason and laid the clothes on the bed. He walked away and sat down, keeping an eye on the door to the bathroom and listening to hear the shower running. After about 10 minutes, there still was no water running. Jack began to become both impatient, and worried. He went and knocked on the door.
Jack: Jay?
Jack got no answer. He knocked again.
Jack: Jay? Are you okay?
Jack turned the door handle and found it was locked. He turned it a few more times to be sure, before he sensed what could be behind the door. Jack began to shoulder the door, trying to open it.
Jack: JAY!
There was still no response from the other side, and now Brian was up and entered the hallway, seeing what the commotion was.
Brian: What the hell are you doing?
Jack: It’s locked and he’s not answering.
Jack said it so quickly that Brian barely had time to compute all of it, before he too was shouldering the door, and then seeing it as futile, Jack pushed Brian back and a couple of hard kicks knocked the door off its hinges and forced it open.
Jack: Jay!
Jack rushed in passed the door, and there was Jason, lying curled up in a ball, almost in the fetal position and twitching. Jack rushed over and fell to his knees to console his brother.
Jack: Jay! Wake up! Jay!
Jack looks at Brian with actual fear on his face.
Jack: Get an ambulance. Or the car. We need to get to the hospital! NOW!
Brian again takes a moment for it all to register as Jack holds his brother in his arms. He then hurries out of the room grabbing keys and preparing to start the car.
Brian: BRING HIM! LET’S GO!
Jack essentially cradle carries Jason, who’s eyes all of a sudden pop open and he gasps for air. Jack almost drops him as Jason scrambles to figure out what’s happening.
Jason: Whoa... what? I’m... I’m okay. Just tired man.
Jack: TIRED?! What the FUCK, JAY?!
Jason: Sorry man... I was just going to take a shower.
Jack is confused that Jason does not remember the past 15-20 minutes.
Jason: Yeah, I thought we were going to the shower.
Jack: You were in the bathroom and you stopped answering me! What the fuck? Don’t you remember that?
Jason: N... No. I was just going to the shower and now... I’m here. Did you not start the shower?
Jack at this point was more sad than angry, the mix of emotions at the sight of his once strong older brother now just made him upset.
Jack: What happened to you?
Jason: I’m good man... I just need to get my head on straight. I just need like a few days.
Jack knew something else was wrong. He didn’t say anything else as he led Jason to a different restroom, looking at the door he kicked open to the downstairs bathroom as he led Jason gingerly up the stairs. He led him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet in front of Jason.
Jack: Take a shower.
Jason: Alright, dude... I’m okay.
Jack: Then take a shower.
Jack watched as Jason looked around nervously for a few seconds, and then began to disrobe and Jack could finally see Jason’s frame was much, much smaller than he should be. He clearly lost a lot of muscle that would be normal on a person who was in the military. It was becoming clearer and clearer to Jack that something else was wrong with Jason, not just a divorce. Once Jason actually stepped into the shower, Jack got up and left, but stood outside the door listening for moment. Once the water turned off, Jack came back in and escorted Jason back to his room and watched him put on clothes and as if Jason was a child, Jack tucked him into bed.
Jack returned to the living room and sat down, his face now having that same thousand-yard stare it has currently. Brian put a hand on Jack’s shoulder that he did no acknowledge.
Brian: Is he...
Jack: There’s something he’s not telling me, and we may have to get it out of him somehow. Did he have ANYTHING on him?
Brian shook his head
Brian: Nothing but the clothes on his back. I figured he was staying somewhere.
Jack: Wait a little bit, get his clothes. We’ll have to go through them to see if there’s anything that can provide any clue as to the issue.
Brian: You wanna do that to your brother?
Jack: You’re goddamn right. He’s my brother. Now leave me alone.
Brian took his hand off of Jack, who just sat there staring off into space.
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Grand Flamingo Casino
Las Vegas, NV.
Two weeks ago. Jack had been taking care of Jason, not allowing him to go anywhere unsupervised. Brian was mostly responsible for Jason, while Jack tried to resume his normal activities, but it was obviously more difficult. Jack was getting impatient and annoyed with everything now.
Jack arrived at the Casino, in no mood for anything, as he walked up to the manager’s office to meet Benny. Benny was leaning back in the manager’s chair as Jack entered.
Benny: There he is.
Jack: I’m just here for my money.
Benny: What? No time for your partner? Not even gonna ask how business is going?
Jack: No. Just give me the money so I can get out of here, I have other things to do.
Benny was taken aback by this for a moment, sighing heavily to himself before opening a drawer under the desk and pulling out a large collection of bills. He dumped them into a briefcase and handed it to Jack.
Benny: It’s all there.
Jack: Thank you.
Jack was done with that, and turned to leave, before Benny spoke up again.
Benny: Hey, they think they saw you’re brother around here and -
Jack wheeled around and almost charged the desk and slammed his hands on either side.
Jack: I know. Now, if we’re done, I have things I need to do.
Benny was again taken aback by Jack’s behavior and put his hands up.
Benny: Alright, alright. Touchy, kid.
Jack sighed and turned around and left. As he made his way out of the casino, he pulled out his phone and dialed.
Jack: Hello, Sonny.... Listen... I can’t sit around and wait all day for you to make up your mind. I’ve got some other stuff that came up and I’m going to need an answer soon.... Yeah, well... it’s either that, or we don’t do business and we can’t work together. I would say that that would be a bad thing, but I’m just not in the mood to wait around anymore.... I’ll give you a little while longer, and if not, I will find someone else who wants to work with me.
With that, Jack hung up the phone and headed out, but as soon as he got in the car, the car was boxed in by two more cars, and a third behind him, halting him from going anywhere. Jack looked and saw the people doing this, and the limo which was the third vehicle, and sighed. He exited the car and knew that in the rear vehicle was the person he needed to speak to. He walked over, and was escorted as well, and the back door of the car was opened and Ana Sofia was right there. Jack entered and sat down.
Ana Sofia: Mr. Jack. We are awaiting out chance to do business.
Jack: The Casino has been open for a little over two months. You have to give me time to make sure nothing is brought unwanted attention.
Ana Sofia: Mr. Jack, it seems you have been avoiding us.
Jack: I’m not avoiding you. I have things that I need to do, and you haven’t given me anything to do. I will give you the word when the operation can begin, it’s as simple as that.
Ana Sofia stared at Jack, but Jack was in no mood for this. Other things were on his mind.
Ana Sofia: What is the problem, Mr. Jack?
Jack: I don’t know, Ms. Ana-Sofia. IS there a problem? I’m telling you right now that I will get this underway, once enough time has passed. If that doesn’t work for you, then we cannot have this partnership and we can both take our chances elsewhere.
Jack was stern, not wanting to anger Ana Sofia, but to get his point across. Ana Sofia nodded and pointed at the car door.
Ana Sofia: Okay. We will speak again, but I warn you, we are not going to wait forever.
Jack: Good.
Jack took his leave, and watches at the cars all pulled off, and he got back in his car, breathing a sigh of relief. His emotions almost boiled over as he sat in his car for a few moments, just breathing and trying to collect himself. He was so wired and manic now that he certainly needed a rest, but there was so much still to do.
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Click. Jack sits in his recliner, leaning forward and seemingly out of it. His eyes are off in the distance, staring off into nothing, much like we have seen before. He slowly turns his head and peers into the camera.
Jack: I don’t know, or care if you are wondering where I’ve been all this time. It really doesn’t matter to me. I came back, because I need to win the SCW heavyweight championship once again, and to do that, I have to be in the ring, in the company and working.
The fact is I stood back and watched as all I had built over the past year was snatched from me, and then some shithead got in my way and now I still don’t have the championship back. And I want it back. So after Inception, I had to sit myself down and re-evaluate my situation. I knew deep down that all I needed was a championship match, and I could have gotten the job done. But no, O’Malley’s punk ass had to stick his nose where it didn’t belong and because of that, Kris Ryans is walking out the champion.
But, all in all, O’Malley was part of that match because both Kris, and myself, agreed to that. Looking back on it, it was a stupid decision on my part, because I let my sense of fair play get the best of me. I should have said no, and left O’Malley in the dust, and I wouldn’t have created the problem that at the end of the day, resulted in what happened. I blame myself for that. But now, O’Malley is no longer the issues and I have Kris Ryans all to myself, Sunday for the championship, and my chance at reclaiming what it mine.
I’ve also watch what Kris has done since winning the championship, and lo and behold it’s a big pile of nothing. I’ve watched all that I built with that championship degrade and decay while Kris is just happy to be at the top and not even bothering to do anything like I do. And yes, it’s true, we are very different from each other, the point is, is that Kris is a do-nothing champion, only focused on wrestling whoever is put in front of him. He said it himself. Yes, I have been paying attention to social media, but at the same time, staying away from tweeting anything because it’s not that big of a deal, and I don’t live my life on that platform. It’s simply used to promote me, and my career. Things like this piece of work will go onto the tweet, and that will be the end of it. While Kris, like many other people, just use it as a sounding board to voice opinions on stupid shit and hope they get enough likes or whatever the fuck to make themselves feel good. It’s a disease and I have more or less seen it for what it is, and I use it and treat it as it should be. That’s the end of that. Jack finally blinks at what seems like forever. His eyes continue to pierce the camera as he continues.
Jack: More importantly, I have been watching the show, and seen Kris a handful of times, never wondering about the next contender or anything of any value besides being a body carrying a gold belt around. You have to MAKE that championship mean something, and Kris did nothing. Even pathetic ass Alex Jones promoted himself. He may be a total fraud, but at least he tried. Kris isn’t even fucking trying and it’s pissing me off even more that he’s walking around with that belt like it’s all he needs. Fuck all that. You need to be front and center. That’s how you get eyes and get noticed. Kris has been a fucking ghost and he knows I’m right. Well, I can change all that shit on Sunday and get rid of one of the biggest wastes in SCW in one fell swoop.
I made no bones about it then, and I will make none now. I’m in it for the money. I want as much as I can get my hands on, and that championship means more money in my pocket. Purists and other people who like to complicate things will say that’s the wrong motivation, but I think I’ve made it pretty fucking clear over the past year that I don’t give a flying fuck what other people think of me. I care what I do with what I have. I think some people around this company and others would be better suited going on that mantra. Stop worrying about the next man that doesn’t affect you. Period. Focus on you, and what you do. And let me tell you, what Kris is doing, or better yet, NOT doing with that championship affects me greatly. I want that spot again. I want to be at the top of the heap, because it’s where I belong. I never backed down from a fight in my life and I’ve never gone into one thinking I was going to lose. You see, Kris has never been in my shoes or my life so, he doesn’t understand about being a target. Both times he has held that championship, he has treated it like it was no big deal, and just went along for the ride. I cannot, and will not EVER do that. I fight to be at the front of the line, the head of the line to be in control of the fucking ride, not just to ride it. If there’s something to be won, a competition, I want to be the winner. It’s just that simple. And right now, as I speak to you, I’m more of that than Kris Ryans will ever be. The only thing I haven’t done, is beat him to prove it.
Yes, I will fully admit I’m fucking 0-3 against Kris Ryans. I have yet, to beat him, and it fucking sucks. I hate that more than anything else. I absolutely despise him for that fact alone. Because I know right now, I am better than Kris Ryans, I just can’t seem to beat him. The first time, I wasn’t where I needed to be. The second time, MAYBE, I was an overconfident champion. I took Kris lightly based on my own success and I paid the price for it. I’m a grown man who can admit when he makes a mistake. And on that night, I did. I fucked up and I lost, what I thought was everything that night. But as my future from that day would explain, I hadn’t lost everything yet, but I was really fucking close. Jack laughs to himself, biting his own hand and running his hand over his face and hair before continuing.
Jack: But I became hasty. Greedy. I became blinded by the chance to simply regain the championship and I didn’t focus properly and wouldn’t you fucking know it, Kris Ryans walked away with the championship again. I fucked it up and that sent me to a spot I’ve never actually been in before. I was sitting there, and wondering what was going to happen next, and how it could be any worse. I was starting to actually doubt myself, and wondering if I would be sent to the dregs of competing for less. Because I don’t want that. No one does, but that’s not the point. Yes, I am saying that anything less than the SCW world championship won’t do, because that’s who I am. I am at the top; I am the best. I believe it, & I live it. I expect greatness, because I have achieved it. It’s pretty simple to think that anything less than the best is a step down.
And I have the chance to finally make all that right on Sunday. I get Kris Ryans all to myself this time. Nobody is going to get in my way. I can at the very least, give myself closure on a low point in my career.
Yes, Kris, you can get mad or offended, or be too fucking cool for it, I don’t care. But I’m telling you here and now that losing to you, has been a low point. It has been the worst. I wish I could sum up my anger and hatred towards you better, and maybe this will do:
Fuck you.
Fuck you Kris, I hope you slip on a banana peel and hurt yourself. I hope you lose your keys and never find them. All that shit. Because you have something that should be mine. You took that away from me, and you started this spiral that is now out of control. I blame you, and I will carry a grudge against you my entire career for doing what you have done. The only solace that I will take is that beating you ends the chapter on a high note for me. Finally, the monkey will be off my back and that will be nothing but a bad memory for me. Yeah, I’m still going to be very, very salty about it, because that’s what I expect of myself. I want to win all the time. I want to beat everybody. It’s not just something I say in interviews, it’s not just a catchphrase or a dream goal.
It’s something I know I am fully capable of doing, and you have presented this nasty hurdle that I can’t seem to get over and it drives me up a fucking wall that it’s like that. Why is it that I can’t do this? Why? What have I been doing wrong these past three times? It was one of the things that kept me up at night trying to figure this shit out when I know how good I am, and it just never made any sense. I never wanted to leave any doubt whatsoever when I am done with this that I was the best, and nobody, nobody was on my level. That’s the kind of drive I have for this Kris. You have demonstrated that you just want to be A guy. I NEED to be THE guy. When I call myself the face of this franchise, I fucking mean it. And I don’t think you really appreciate how seriously I take this. But trust me, you will fucking find out. Jack then pulls the camera closer to him, as if it was being held by someone who wanted to get away. We are uncomfortably close. He sets the camera down after a moment, still getting closer until his eyes are all we see.
Jack: See... I’m not going to sit here and threaten you or tell you that it doesn’t matter how I get the job done, you already know that. That’s not new information. But let me just explain to you one thing that you don’t. I am desperate for this win, Kris. It’s not only hunger, or drive, or determination and or will power, or even just skill or emotion that is motivating me. It’s the pure sense of desperation. You see, I don’t need to win, I HAVE to Kris. I HAVE to beat you. More than anything you can ever imagine. If I don’t, then I am lost. Things are just too important to me right now to lose to you. I want you to take a good, long look into my eyes Kris, you look in my eyes and you tell me what you see. You see something that wasn’t there before, don’t you? You don’t see the pity, or fear, or compassion for anyone. That’s never been there, but you see it don’t you? You see that desperation that I have to be the champion and to do it, at your expense. I don’t have to tell you how badly I’m going to kick your ass or threaten you with some childish or super violent threat. You know that by now that I mean those already. That will gladly hurt you and make it so you can’t wrestle. You know that already. But now, when you look into my eyes and you see that desperation, it should awaken something in you.
It should be tell you that you are really in for the fight of your life on Sunday. It should tell you that if you don’t give me the best performance you have ever had. If you don’t fight for YOUR life on Sunday, that you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. You see Kris, I’ve lost a lot more than you ever will. But I lost a lot, to you specifically. I lost to you and you gave me my first singles loss. I lost to you again, and you took the world title from me. You took it all away from me. And now, some other things have happened and now, my back isn’t against the wall, but rather, I’m free. I have literally nothing left to lose anymore. I don’t have a care in the world, Kris.
That’s why they set this match up, rather than he following through on my statement to hunt you down, Kris. They could tell I was serious, and I hope you do too, Kris. I hope you understand my mindset coming and how this time, more than any other time I’ve ever said anything that what I’m saying is the truth. I will stop at nothing to win back that championship from you. There is no two ways about this. You want me to show you something? You want me to prove it to you? You don’t have to ask twice Kris. Now, without anything I need to worry about losing, without the restrictions of having anything taken away, I will fight you, and I will beat your ass and I will take the title from you.
I said it before that everyone was going to suffer until I get this championship back, and you know, I wasn’t kidding. It all started with me, Kris. I suffered first. I stepped up and I suffered to get it out of the way, so that I knew what it was like to suffer and push on through and make sure they I made this shit count. You will learn Kris, that I may be wrong, but I’m never unsure. Only once was I unsure and that was after Inception. Now? I no longer have that handicap. I am sure of myself once again. And to have that, and to have nothing left to lose, that makes me a very, very dangerous man, Kris.
So come Sunday, I will finally get the Kris Ryans monkey off my back. I will finally put that to rest, and then I can be at the top, knowing that I everything I did to get there, was entirely worth it. And that I can finally begin to rebuild everything. From the ground up. The feed just goes black, no cut or fade, just a slam to black.
Click.EVERYONE. SUFFERS.
