Prologue:
Jack was indeed victorious at Violent Conduct. Despite the ridiculous and over the top level of the match stipulation, Jack did actually participate and he did win. However, his scheduled opponent, Fenris, did not actively participate in the match, leaving Jack to instead face off with Fenris’s brother Aron. Despite the noble attempt by Aron to provide an opponent for Jack. Jack succeeded none the less in the “Unicorn Pudding” match. Yes, Jack was at one point covered in pudding and he was not happy about it one bit afterward, especially since Fenris got to leave and not wrestle in this match. Jack now waited patiently for what would come next, as in his eyes, he was the team player and went through the match and won. Surely this would be looked upon favorably.
However, Jack is still not pleased with the match this week, facing off against not only Fenris, but Senor/King Vinnie in order to decide the number one contender for the SCW World championship at High Stakes. Jack knew what this meant, and knew he would be ready.
We also continue to piece together what happened and why Jack was not around after losing the SCW world championship outside the ring. Jack had made a deal with Sonny to sabotage the Mexican’s shipments, and that was going off without a hitch. Jack seemingly was able to smooth things over with Ana Sofia, but their words were not the most pleasant, and Jack had to back pedal and make sure he was above suspicion, even though he was the one behind it all.
Jack was trying to get out of this deal without any harm coming to those people he cared about, as he provided for them. Now Jack had to make sure the next move wasn’t one that caused a problem, except for the problems he wanted to cause. A meeting was going to take place with Sonny, to ensure everything went smoothly, because one false step could result in a huge problem. Was there is a mistake? Would Jack end up with blood on his hands? And does anyone know more than they are telling, besides Jack and Ana Sofia? Jack swore he would not take Detective De La Fuente’s offer, but would something make his reconsider?
The pieces continue to fall into place. --
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
2 Months Ago
Jack sat quietly puffing on a cigar flipping through some Casino documents about payroll, expenses and money taken in. He wore his usual scowl because as was his feeling about life. But these numbers made him pretty happy all things considered. People like, but numbers do not, unless of course they were manipulated. Jack took a few puffs and continued to look at the numbers, while Brian gazed out the window of the Estate.
Jack: We’re looking pretty solid here, yeah?
Brian took a sip of whatever alcohol he might have been drinking at the time, not taking his eyes off the window for any period of time as he answered.
Brian: Looks that way.
Jack: Well, you’re in charge of these, right?
Brain again took a long pause, not breaking his gaze from outside the window.
Brian: I am. That’s what they look like, Stick.
Jack became increasingly aware of Brian’s lack of a quick response and finally tuned to him, and noticed he was looking out the window.
Jack: What is it?
Brian: I don’t know.
Jack: Well, what are you looking at?
Jack got up and joined Brian at the window. Outside there was a car parked along the street, lights off, but clearly with two people inside.
Jack: Lookout?
Brian: Could be.
Jack: How long have they been there?
Brian: A few hours.
Jack: Shit. It’s gotta be the Mexicans.
Brian: Could be, could be Sonny’s people too.
Jack: … Shit... you think?
Brian: Never know...
Jack went away from the window and went to the dresser, checking to see if his 9mm Baretta was still there. He made sure there were bullets in the magazine and placed the gun back in the dresser.
Brian: What ‘cha gonna do with that, Stick?
Jack: Be ready to defend this house.
Brian: You got cameras, right?
Jack: I do, but camera’s ain’t gonna stop anybody if the other end of the camera has nobody on it.
Jack rejoined Brian at the window as the two continued to watch the car. For what seems liked hours, they just watched, but the no one got out, and no one got in. The car never moved. Jack finally went back to the dresser and pulled the gun out, pulling back the hammer to load a round in the chamber.
Brian: You just gonna go shootin’? That doesn’t seem like a wise idea.
Jack: I... I know.
Jack tucked the pistol into his pants, and grabbed his car keys.
Brian: What are you doing?
Jack: I’m going for a little ride.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and waved it at Brian.
Jack: Watch them. We’ll see if they are a tail and a lookout.
Brian: Then you don’t need the gun.
Jack: Sooner or later, you’re not going to be able to see them, and I need to know if there’s a problem. Just trust me.
Brian sighed as he went to the bedroom he stayed in and grabbed his phone. He simply placed it in his pocket and returned while Jack kept his eye out on the car.
Brian: This could be nothing. This could be an overreaction.
Jack: I hope it is, Brian. I hope it’s just you, being paranoid, because you know what? That makes ME paranoid. So I’ll get to blame you the entire time in my therapy session.
Jack put on his house shoes and left out of the front door. He weaved his way to the car, but then, made sure he was visible in the lights shining outside the house in the dead of night, so that people in the car could obviously see him. He unlocked his car, and entered, starting it up. He pushed the button on his cell phone and dialed Brian.
Jack: I’m pretty sure they saw me. Just make sure you watch them.
Jack put the phone down on the passenger seat, leaving it on speaker as he slowly backed out of the driveway, the automatic gate opening slowly. He backed out, turning away from the car, and driving in the direction the car was facing. Jack waited until he could no longer see them in his rear view mirror before saying anything.
Jack: Anything? I can’t see them.
Brian kept his eyes on the car, but there was no movement initially.
Brian: Nothing yet.
Jack continued to drive down the long street, turning back towards the lights of the Vegas strip, though it was in the distance. He continued to coast until Brian spoke again.
Brian: Hold up, I got movement.
Jack: Good.
The car did indeed start up and head off towards the direction Jack drove. Soon, it was out of Brian’s sight as well.
Brian: Alright, I can’t see them anymore.
Jack: Alright.
Jack pulled into a restaurant parking lot which still had some patrons outside. Jack only made this one turn, so in time he would see the car. He pulled up and parked, staring at the long stretch of road, until finally a pair of headlights appeared.
Jack: I think this is them, what kind of car was it?
Brian: Looked like an old white Civic.
Jack: Alright.
Jack continued to watch the road and sure enough, the white Civic pulled past the restaurant and turned right down the road passing the restaurant and continuing on, looking as if they were headed back the way they came.
Jack: Looks like they lost me. They might be circling back to the house.
Brian: I’ll keep an eye out. What did you do?
Jack: Just parked up. Went right past me.
Brian: Alright, give it a few minutes.
Jack: I’ll call you back in a second, I just need to make another call real fast.
Jack ended the call with Brian before he could even answer to Jack’s statement. Jack then dialed another number and after a series of rings, a familiar voice was on the other line.
Jack: Sonny.
Sonny: Hey, Kid. What’s the word?
Jack: I have a question and I need it answered and I figured you’re the man with the answers.
Sonny: It’s getting kinda later there, kid.
Jack: I know, but I don’t sleep too good when I have questions burning me up, you know?
Sonny: What’s going on kid?
Jack: Sonny, are you sending people to watch me?
Sonny: What? Why would I do that?
Jack: I don’t know Sonny, Why would you do that?
Sonny: I think you’re barking up the wrong tree, Kid. We’re partners.
Jack: And I got partners that aren’t you too, and they watch. That’s a rule of business Sonny. Friends close, enemies closer.
Sonny: Kid, If I had people watching you, Don’t you think I’d wait until our business was at least halfway done before I turned on you? If I was going to fuck you, I’d wait til the right moment. Not now. You’re getting paranoid kid, get some sleep.
Jack: We need a meeting.
Sonny: Alright, tomorrow, 2pm. Come to Nora’s. It’s a little place off West Flamingo.
Jack: Alright. I’ll see you then.
Sonny: Get some sleep kid, you’ll be paranoid for the both of us.
Jack ended that call and quickly called Brian back.
Brian: They’re back. I guess they figure you have to come back sometime.
Jack: Alright, I’m headed back then.
Jack pulled out of the parking lot and quietly drove up and around to his home on the Vegas hills. He passed by the white Civic and slowed down, getting a look at the men inside, as one lit a cigarette. He just nodded at them, acting like he didn’t know who they were, before pulling into his estate again, and parking up. He entered the house and Brian was still at the window, but now had lit himself a cigar in addition to drinking.
Brian: You’ve definitely made a friend.
Jack: It’s the Mexicans, I saw their faces.
Brian: Well, they’re right not to trust you.
Jack: Yeah, well, they’re not supposed to know that.
Brian: So, what are you going to do?
Jack: Obviously I need the heat taken off me and put back on Sonny. I got a meeting with Sonny tomorrow, and we’ll have to have another shipment get derailed.
Brian: And you think you’ll be on the backburner? That may draw more suspicion towards you.
Jack: I can smooth that out with Ana Sofia. The more angry I am over it, the less angry she’s going to have to be. It’s hard to control a loose cannon, right?
Brian: If you say so.
Jack: But, also I need you to do me a favor.
Brian: What?
Jack: Send Jason on a vacation. I don’t need him near this. And potentially becoming a liability.
Brian arched a brow at Jack, taking a puff of his cigar as he needed.
Brian: Where’s he going?
Jack: I dunno, Cali sounds nice.
Brian: Will do.
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Golden Flamingo Casino,
Las Vegas, NV
The next day Jack drove himself to the Casino, but it was only a diversion. Once again, the car followed him as Brian watched, and Jack kept a close eye in the rear view mirror. He entered the Casino, greeted by patrons and security, before heading up to the manager’s office. He checked the security camera and found the white civic parked, still with the Mexicans inside. He instructed the security to watch that car and make sure if they left or stayed. In the meantime, Jack ordered two limos to head to the casino. Once they arrived, Casino went out to see them, and both and gave them his instructions, followed by a fistful of cash. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they followed Jack’s instructions and Jack got in the 2nd limo and then both limo’s pulled off. Sure enough, the white Civic followed the limo’s and Jack made sure one limo went straight to the Vegas strip, while his Limo pulled away from the strip and sat on a corner. He invited patrons from the limo he was in, to be in it. Once they got in, the Limo drove to to Nina’s. Once it did, Jack got out, but that limo circled back to the Vegas strip. The white Civic was going to be headed for the strip regardless, so Jack could have his meeting.
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Nora’s Italian Cuisine
Las Vegas, NV
Minutes later Jack entered the restaurant and found Sonny sitting in a booth in the back, enjoyed a plate of pasta while Jack sat down.
Sonny: Any trouble getting in?
Jack: I have a tail these days, as you know.
Sonny: Yeah, what’s going on with that?
Jack: It’s the Mexicans. I confirmed that after I called you. I’m sorry, but I had to be sure.
Sonny: I would have been insulted if you hadn’t, Kid.
Jack: Ana Sofia knows I already double crossed her once.
Sonny: People tend to remember that.
Jack: I’m not in this game to kill people, Sonny. Just to make money.
Sonny: Sometimes they are one in the same kid. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty. Trust me, in this city, everybody’s dirty. Everybody’s got a hustle. You just have to figure out what it is, and the best way to use it.
Jack: So, you ARE double-crossing me?
Sonny: Hey, come on, Kid. This is a mutual partnership. You get something out of it, and so do I. We both benefit from this.
Jack: For now.
Sonny: You’re doing well kid, I’ll give it to you. That place is hopping and from what the papers say, you got room to expand and grow. But obviously, you got a little problem with these damn Mexicans, and I think we both deserve a little payback, don’t you?
Jack: I do. I really do. Which is why I need your help again.
Sonny: You wanna move again?
Jack: So long as they are looking at me, they aren’t looking at you. And if they look at you, they aren’t looking at me. Can’t keep both eyes in different directions if you catch my drift.
Sonny smirked, knowing exactly what Jack meant.
Sonny: So we’re moving again. Alright kid, you just let me know what I’m looking for, and I’ll be sure to find it.
Jack: Red Carolla’s. After midnight. They’re changing cars, but hey... a little birdie told you they were red.
Sonny: I gotcha, kid. I gotcha.
Jack: I can point the finger after that, to one of them. Easy. If I’m losing money, and I’m more pissed about it then they are, I think I can cause enough drama that they reconsider.
Sonny: Not too shabby, kid. Just uh, make sure that when the heat does come down, that you don’t run your mouth too much.
Jack: Already made that mistake once, but getting hit once, you make that mistake, twice? Then it’s not a coincidence anymore. I can have them thinking about moving. Maybe set themselves up somewhere else.
Sonny again nodded, understand Jack’s plan.
Sonny: You hungry? My treat.
Jack: Nah, I’m good. I need to get back to the casino since it won’t be too long before the tail figures out I’m not where they think I am.
Sonny: They followed you here?
Jack: No, they followed some limos to the strip. They just guessed wrong. But they’ll go back, and I need to beat them there.
Sonny: Alright, goos shit, kid.
Jack: Thanks, Sonny. Be listening for the fireworks tonight.
Sonny pointed at Jack, aknowleging him as he continued to eat, and Jack called a cab, to take him back to the casino.
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Grand Flamingo Casino
Las Vegas, NV
Jack returned to the casino trying to be as incognito as possible, and sure enough, he had beaten the white Civic back to the casino. He watched it pull in, and park again, and once it returned, he left, driving his car back home, all the while being tailed. He stopped at a red light and pulled into a gas station, getting out and pretending like he was going to pump gas, and the Civic pulled up behind him. Jack turned to them as one of them also got out like he was going to pump gas. Jack smirked, but then walked over to him.
Jack: Hello boys, I noticed you’ve been following me for some time. And I can only guess that you are with Ms. Ana-Sofia. I just need you to do me a favor. You tell your boss, that everything is going smoothly right now, and if she needs to talk to me, she only has to call me, or send for me. I don’t need you watching me pump gas, you understand? Comprende?
The Mexican man said nothing, not even trying to keep up the charade as he re-entered his car, and drove away. Jack follwed suit, and he drove home.
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Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
Now turning on his home security system, Jack waited for a few minutes before checking for the white Civic, which was now nowhere to be found. Jack still wasn’t going to take any chances, and made sure his home was a venerable fortress.
Later that night, the crash and the phone buzzing at a little after midnight told Jack everything he needed to know. Now the hard part was convincing Ana Sofia that he hadn’t done this.
Just Sonny was right, Jack would most likely, end up getting his hands dirty, continuing on this path.
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Click. Jack is once again wearing his trademark scowl, sitting with his head down, rubbing his hands together as he shakes his head, obviously in disgust.
Jack: Well, well, well. I guess all of you, along with me, got a bit of shock at Violent Conduct, didn’t we? Look, we all know the stupid pudding match was stupid, that was a given. And I'm sure all of you asshole got a big kick out of seeing me have to reduce myself to wrestling in pudding. But did you expect anything less from the crazy person who was put in charge? Did you expect that it was going to be something worth your time, aside from the fact that I was in the match? Of course not. Look, I did the best I could, given the circumstances. And do you know why? I did the best I could with that because that’s what I do, and I am the face of this franchise and a true team player. I did that and I played the role I was supposed to play. And what do you know, despite how stupid the match was, I won. It’s just that a bunch of bullshit happened that prevents me to this day, from truly enjoying the victory.
Fenris turned out to not only be a chump, but a complete bitch as he refused to take part in the match and forced me, to whip his brother’s ass instead. Do you know how unsatisfying that shit was? Do you know that I trained to take down a former SCW World champion and I got fuck all from beating the shit out of his garbage brother? I got the wish.com version of my opponent and it let me completely dissatisfied and with a bad taste in my mouth, and not just from the stupid pudding.
I have spent the past 3 weeks, 3 God-damn weeks trying to get the taste, and the smell and any lingering crust off of me and I swear to God, I deserve a god-damn medal for going through that shit, and even worse, I couldn’t even enjoy the win. I couldn’t even enjoy the win over Fenris’ brother, because you know what it got me? Not a god-damned thing.
The suits quite literally couldn’t figure out what to do, and I stepped up and saved the day, but do I get anything for it? No. Instead, here I am, having to beat this jack-off Senor Vinnie again, and hopefully, if he doesn’t have his panties in a bunch or a stick up his ass this match, Fenris. Oh joy, can’t you just hear the excitement in my voice? I’m getting all tingly having to beat these two chumps again. I am having to jump through fucking hoops to get what I should have already had lined up. Jack continues to shake his head, at this point, he’s beyond annoyed, he’s angry.
Jack: It’s absolutely fucking sad that I, the face of this company, have to go through with this. How is it okay for other people, in this very match, to even BE in this match when they simply refused to wrestle when asked to wrestle? How is Fenris allowed to be in this contender’s match? How is that shit fair? Fenris openly refused to wrestle me at Violent Conduct, made me beat the shit out of his brother, and now, he’s just allowed to jump back into the line for being a contender? That’s some bullshit, people. Fenris should have been fired at Violent Conduct for this action. Am I allowed to just sit this one out and come back at a later time too? I should be allowed to just wait until Fenris and Vinne beat each other up, and whoever wins, I should just be able to insert myself into the championship match with garbage-ass Alex Jones and whoever wins that match. Because apparently, you can just refuse to do something that you are contracted to do, and then you get rewarded.
The fact is Fenris is a coward who refused to do his job. He could have just taken the ass-whoppin I was going to give him, like an adult, and not a fucking child, and I wouldn’t have a problem with this. But then again, he’d just be up for another ass-whoopin' at Climax Control this week. But then again, if he had just taken the beating, he wouldn’t have any business in this match anyway. So, you know what? I have to tip my cap to Fenris for coming up with this plan to avoid getting his ass whooped, and weasling his way into this contender’s match. By hook or by crook, my guy, and you did it.
The fact is, I already laid out the challenge to the fucking Cowboy and garbage-ass Alex Jones before this stupid pudding match, and I should be first in line to be number one contender since I am who I am. I literally saved this division from trash champions, and the moment I leave to handle my own personal business, it turns to shit yet again. Now we have garbage as the SCW World champion and that shit will not do. It’s just pathetic that I have to come out here and explain all this anymore. You see me come back, you see me make the declaration I want what it rightfully mine, you make it happen. You don’t stick me in this business ass match with a coward and an idiot and shrug your goddamn shoulders. Jack seems to reach a boiling point and then, it turns into an small knowing smirk as if he has figured something out.
Jack: But, you know what? Fine. We will play it this way. We will play it like this, and I will get what I was robbed of at Violent Conduct, and that’s a victory over Fenris. I should have beaten him then, but he was a crybaby and a coward and complete non-professional, and so he got off scot-free at the supercard. Now, that won’t happen. Now I will beat Fenris, right in the middle of the ring and I will show everyone that there is nobody, and I mean nobody who is capable of stopping me when I set my sights on getting something that belongs to me.
Because I am a team player, because I am the face of this franchise, I will once again swoop in and save the day before someone else jumps up out of nowhere and ruins it further. I’m just saying it’s a pitiful example of how to conduct yourself, and Fenris, you know that shit is true. You think anybody wanted to take part in this stupid pudding match? No. You’re not the only one who was annoyed by it. But rather than be a man, you decided to be a bitch and walk away and leave your brother to fight your battles. That is some bitch shit my dude. You don’t deserve anything, but you know what? I’m actually kind of glad they didn’t actually fire your ass. I’m glad because now, I get to beat you, and then get you out of the way. In fact, I should make it a rule or some kind of stipulation that once I beat you, and then I take out the garbage and win my championship back, that you don’t get a title match ever against me. Because you know that little bitch-fest showed me? That the moment you don’t like something, you’ll run away. You will walk away and throw a fit when it’s something like this. And I don’t think that that is worthy of a championship match at this point. If you can’t be a pro, you shouldn’t be allowed anything.
So I am very much, very much looking forward to seeing you actually show up this time and get into the ring, and actually wrestle. It’s going to make beating you that much sweeter, Fenris. It’s going to make beating you right in the middle of the ring, that much more enjoyable. You will not deny me the satisfaction of doing it this time. Pause. Let me stop saying that you will undoubtedly interpret the wrong way and just make it really simple for you. You will NOT become the number one contender at Climax Control. Do I consider you a threat? Absolutely. But do I consider you someone that I’m overly concerned about? No. Not at all, Fenris. You’re just someone I have to worry about trying to come in and take my victory away from me. That’s all that worries me. So, my mission is to beat you down, and then once that is done, you can take your ass back to Iceland or Sweden or wherever the hell you are from, and lick your wounds because you now have that attached to you. Yes, I will tell you that every time I see you. Every time your name is next to mine in some form or fashion, I will make sure the world knows that you bitched out in our match at Violent Conduct. I don’t care if it’s 5-10 years from now, I will remind you at every turn that that’s what happened. Because you should be reminded of it. You should have to live with that for the rest of your life. And I will make sure that that’s exactly what happens. You had your chance to really do something about it, but now, you’re just going to be another stepping stone that I use to cement myself as exactly what I say I am, and that’s the best. I’m going to prove to the world that you are nothing but a chump. Jack takes a breath before continuing.
Jack: And so, I move on to Senor Vinnie. I mean, how many times do we have to do this at this point? How many times do I have to beat Vinnie’s ass to get where I need to go. What the hell has Senor Vinnie even been doing since I won the SCW World title the first time? He’s been nothing but a footnote in this company. I mean seriously, has Senor Vinnie been relevant since... ever? I mean, yes, the man is a former SCW world champion, that much is true. But the fact of the matter is, the man has been snap-finger memorable for the rest of his time here. You know, when you’re trying to remember someone’s name and you keep snapping your fingers? That’s Senor Vinnie. Or King Vinnie? Is he still wandering around calling himself King? That shit was a long ass time ago and if he’s still coming around here calling himself King, then we have a much bigger problem on our hands than just what we already know. Then again, the man is a lunatic who thinks he’s a Mariachi or some dumb shit.
The fact of the matter is that the man has been a ghost for a long ass time and now, I guess since it’s Halloween season, we’re digging him up from obscurity to give him this random ass chance to become the number one contender? I mean, this is a joke, right? This HAS to be a joke. First. I have to deal with a dude who just picks up his ball and goes home when he doesn’t get his way, and not only that oh no, that would be too much fun. Instead, you’ve got to add Senor Vinnie. The only thing I can say to that is GOOD GOD I obviously never should have taken time off. Is THIS what you’re throwing in front of me now? If THIS the kind of treatment I’m going to get now? Are we just throwing everything we can in front of Jack Washington, future 3-time SCW world champion, future Man of the year, future wrestler of the year, Jack Washington? Is all this being done to just screw with me, and make my job harder? Because it sure as shit feels like it.
Vinnie, let me just make this as simple and as easy as possible so that you can fully understand me, and I don’t mince words. You, are not, and you have never been, on my level. You are not the man who is going to walk into Climax Control after being out of action for 3 months, and just take what I deserve from me. You can kiss my ass with that shit. You, are simply here, so that my victory looks more impressive. The people who make the little write-ups for the matches can try and give you all the little pump ups they want, but the fact remains that I am better than you. I have always been better than you, and Climax Control I will prove it, yet again. You can win some goofy-ass king title or whatever, I don’t care. And sure as shit, you would be the one dude who takes that shit to heart like it really means you are a king. Of course, it doesn’t. Who else in SCW, besides your crazy ass would even THINK that that’s cool and something they should do? Only you. Well, you can continue to be an lunatic, and talk to whatever you talk to now. Your fake ass crown or your cape, whatever. The point is, we can play pretend all you want, until that bell rings to start the match, and then reality will hit you like a ton of bricks, as I put your ass down along with Fenris and get one step closer to getting MY championship back.
Jack takes a second, chuckling to himself as he thinks about the champion himself.
Jack: And yes, Alex Jones, I’ll say it now, because that’s how confident I am. And you and I both know, that when it comes time, and you and I are standing in the ring across from each other, that your days as the champion will be fucking over. Come High Stakes, you piece of trash, that championship is coming back where it belongs. I’m fucking tired of having to jump through hoops while you sit there like you’re really doing something. You really think you’re hot shit now because it’s been proven the Cowboy was a big fraud. No Alex, your days as champion are numbered. And you know it.
I want you to pay special attention to what I do to these two chumps, because with the way I’ve been saddled with this bullshit, all it’s done is piss me off. Just like looking at your stupid ass wearing my championship pisses me off. So when I’m double pissed off, it will not be a good night for Fenris, or for Vinnie. You can take that shit to the bank. Jack finally calms himself down, but his tone changes to a more matter-of-fact level of threatening.
Jack: I’m getting real tired of cleaning up this division SCW. I’m serious. I’m not going to be as generous as I have been in the past when it comes to that championship anymore. I’m going to walk into Climax Control and beat the holy hell out of these two losers, and then I will take my happy ass to High Stakes, and I will beat the shit out of Alex Jones, AGAIN, and then all will be, at least somewhat right with the world. But trust and believe me when I say, No more Mr. Nice guy isn’t just a fucking song. I’m through humoring these mother fuckers. I am going to show each and every one of these people, and the wrestlers watching, that I am the best thing going today.
And there is no one, no one that can stop me. Jack stares at the camera as it cuts to black.
Click. TAKING. BACK. WHAT'S. MINE.
