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Family Ties Chapter 1: New Business
« on: November 26, 2021, 11:53:26 PM »
Prologue:

Jack had come up just short at High Stakes, narrowingly losing to Alex Jones. He was denied his chance at history, but Jack was undaunted after that. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before he got another match for the championship, as he was that confident in himself and his abilities. He was obviously disappointed in himself for coming up short, but it did not deter him, or shake his confidence. Jack was upset, there was no question about it, but he decided in his head that being upset for too long wasn’t productive, and that was what Jack wanted to be most all, productive. He needed to channel that negative energy and make it something different as he moved forward. Jack knew he could not dwell on the past, or he would repeat it, when he got another opportunity. Instead, he watched the match, which he normally never did, over and over, trying to learn from his mistakes, and focus on what was next for him. The answer to that question was a match with Mac Bane, which Jack had wanted for some time. But now, with Mac having a group of people watching his back, Jack would be at a severe disadvantage from a numbers standpoint, and he was not the popular person in SCW to begin with. The task was going to be tall either way, but Jack felt he was ready for it, and to begin his quest, back into contention.

 

Outside the ring, Jack’s brother was rescued, and put in the hospital for his injuries. Jack knew that the war with the Mexicans was far from over after this, but they were not in the best position to strike back. Jack knew he had the leverage now, but first, he needed to finish cleaning up his mess. It was now time for Jack to get back to where he was, in more ways than one.


 

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Washington Estate

Las Vegas, NV

4 Months ago

 

Now with Jason in the hospital, Jack felt the release of pressure from his body. He sat in his recliner, leaning forward and appearing deep in thought. Brian sat across from him, puffing, looking at him, with Jack not really noticing until Brian cleared his throat.

 

Jack: What?

 

Brian: What? What do you mean what? You need to think about what you are going to do next.

 

Jack: Next? I don’t know. I’m still trying to come down from all that has happened. I need time.

 

Brian: That’s something you really don’t have Stick. You gotta make something happen as soon as possible.

 

Jack: What would like me to do Brian? I almost lost my brother, man! I’m a little emotional right now! I can’t just pick up and carry on right away! The fuck!

 

Brian: He’s my family too, Stick, but he’s good right now. But there’s a lot more you need to do before you lose out on more than that. You have a business to run, and a lot of people, are going to have questions.

 

Jack knew who Brian was talking about. He hung his head and groaned.

 

Jack: Benny.

 

Brian: He’s running things for you, and he’s gonna need to know these things. Plus, you gotta get that lower garage cleared out, otherwise, there will be more than Jessica can stop from messing things up and getting you into some real shit, and then I don’t think anybody can help you.

 

Jack: Shit... Alright, alright, I’ll figure it out.

 

Brian: And, just saying here, I don’t know if that Sonny is going to stop after this. He’s going to want to finish them off.

 

Jack: I told Sonny where to look. I have to get out of this type of game. I don’t have the people for it.

 

Brian: Maybe you need to get some people.

 

Jack: I can’t trust any people besides people I know. This is a delicate operation Brian, you know that. We can’t just let anybody into this. The only people I trust are you and Bobby.

 

Brian: Sometimes you need to get outside help, or did the last few days not sell you on that?

 

Jack: Shut up. That was different. That was family. That’s not business, it’s personal. I don’t need somebody fucking up my money.

 

Brian: Just think about it Stick. Now go take care of what you need to take care of.

 

Jack gritted his teeth as he knew Brian had a point. The moments of peace were not going to last forever, it was time to make moves, and get while the getting was good. Jack stood up and soon departed.

 

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Golden Flamingo Casino

Las Vegas, NV

 

Jack pulled up and soon entered the casino. It was all business despite people rushing him for photos or to ask questions surrounding the casino. Jack did his best to ignore them as he marched through to the executive elevator to the manager’s office. Benny was there, and he quickly stood up as Jack entered.

 

Benny: Kid, what the hell is going on?

 

Jack: It’s taken care of Benny, sit down.

 

Benny: What do you mean it’s taken care of? 

 

Jack: Sit down, and I will explain.

 

Benny did as Jack requested, sitting down and lighting up a cigar in the process. Jack sat in the chair across the desk and stared at Benny for a moment or two before beginning.

 

Jack: Look, Benny, I did some dumb shit for a while there, and you were purposely kept out of the loop.

 

Benny frowned.

 

Benny: Why would you do that, Kid? I thought we had a good thing going?

 

Jack: We do, Benny. But this was done because I needed to do it. 

 

Benny: You said it was stupid.

 

Jack: It was. Because it was never supposed to affect you, or Jason, or Brian, or anybody else. But it did. Okay, it was fucking dumb, and it almost got my brother killed.

 

Benny: What the fuck did you do?

 

Jack: I did some work for the Mexicans.

 

Benny rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust, and that turns to anger.

 

Benny: Well what the fuck did you think was going to happen Kid? They’re fucking crazy. You don’t walk away from them, you don’t do business with them, because they will always ALWAYS stab you in the back! And that’s what happened, isn’t it?

 

Jack: That is what happened.

 

Benny: Great, just fucking great. You now, I could have worked with you Kid. I could have gotten you over that hump and you wouldn’t have to fucking deal with those dirty ass people.

 

Jack: I said I fucked up. Now, I have to make sure every trace of them is gone from here.

 

Benny arches a brow.

 

Benny: There were in the casino?

 

Jack: Underground, used this place to ship the stuff out. Now, they’re gone, but we have to be sure they don’t come back.

 

Benny throws his hands up in anger

 

Benny: WHAT THE FUCK?!

 

Jack: Relax, they got a few out, but it got hit by Sonny.

 

Benny: NOW HE’S INVOLVED?

 

Jack: Yeah. Killing two birds with one stone, Benny. It had to be done. 

 

Benny: Yeah, and your brother almost fucking died because of it. Jesus, kid, any other fucked deals you make along the way? Any more before the police know everything you did?

 

Jack: I took care of it. Now, this didn’t affect you, but it could have. But now, you know.

 

Benny: Kid, you’re going to give me a heart attack. Why would you ever do business with those people?

 

Jack: I needed to get ahead, Benny. You know how business goes. You have to break eggs to make omelets. This was part of the deal, but it fucked up, I know that, I take responsibility for it. Period.

 

Benny: Don’t fuck with this business, Kid. You got a good thing going.

 

Jack: Well, now, it’s time for new business. That’s old business, and it’s done with.

 

Benny: It had better be.

 

Jack: You have my word.

 

Jack shook his head and departed, there was still more business to conduct.

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Harrah’s Hotel and Casino

Las Vegas, NV


 

Jack needed to speak to Sonny, who accepted him with open arms after all the work they have done together. 

 

Sonny: Drink?

 

Jack: No, just here to talk a little business.

 

Sonny: I thought we did that over the phone?

 

Jack: This is something I felt needed to be said, man to man.

 

Sonny nodded. 

 

Sonny: Be my guest, Kid.

 

Jack: I enjoyed what we did, but it almost got my brother killed. 

 

Sonny: These streets aren’t for everybody.

 

Jack: You know as well as I do about the streets, and about family getting invovled when they are not supposed to.

 

Sonny frowned.

 

Sonny: Watch it, kid.

 

Jack: That’s my point. I’m not about to lose family over this. It’s not worth it. I know you have, so, I wanted to just say... it was fun working together, but at this point... I need to bow out.

 

Sonny: I’m sorry to hear that.

 

Jack: No offense, I learned a lot, and I think we helped each other out more than once, so I was hoping this could just be... a smooth transition.

 

Sonny: They say things that happen here stay here, right?

 

Jack: We don’t need to be enemies, but we don’t need to be partners. You are all over the strip, I’m not trying to invade territory or step on toes. But I think we can co-exist after all this, don’t you?

 

Sonny took a drink of burbon, and smiled.

 

Sonny: Sure thing, kid. But, I do need one little favor from you.

 

Jack: And that is?

 

Sonny: If a little birdie or two happen to let you know where those rat bastard Mexicans are, you’ll let me know, won’t you?

 

Jack smirked and nodded.

 

Jack: I’ll keep my ear to the ground. If I hear anything, I will make sure it gets passed along to the right people.

 

Sonny: Good. My guys went that address, looks like the cops beat us there.

 

Jack: Damn.

 

Sonny: But they are on the run, so the moment we can get ‘em, we have to. I’m going to finish them off for good.

 

Jack: I hope you do.

 

Jack stood up and he and Sonny shook hands.

 

Sonny: Pleasure doing business with you, kid.

 

Jack: Pleasure doing business with you, Sonny.

 

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ON CAMERA:

Click.
 

Jack is shown in his home, pacing, but instead of a scowl, he wears a look of confidence across his face, and almost a knowing smirk as he begins.

 

Jack: You think this is over, Alex Jones? You think that I'm just going to let this shit go? Oh no. It is not over until I say it is over and I get back what’s mine. That’s all there is to it. The fact of the matter is this: you got me, one time. It was the quickest three seconds of your life, and you got me. I make no excuses. But believe me when I tell you that I am not done. All you managed to accomplish was get yourself a little reprieve from me. I will get back to being the SCW world champion, and for your sake, you better fucking hope that somebody comes along and beats you, because I will not hesitate the next time I am in the ring with you. I will beat your ass and take that title back if you just so happen to keep it. You better fucking bank on that, my guy. I am only going to be better the next time I get the shot. 

 

So, yeah, that’s the story of High Stakes for me. I know some of you out there want to laugh and joke and have a good time but the fact of the matter is I only deal in facts. I got beat. I can admit that, but I will forever tell you that Alex Jones is garbage and I am better than he is. Better than he ever was. That’s just what it is. I proved it once, and I will prove it again. All this match did, was make me more motivated to get back what’s mine and there won’t be anybody in this company, despite all the fresh meat they brought in here, that’s going to stop that from happening. Sooner or later, I will get my championship back, and I will take down every single person who DARES to step in front of me. In fact, that’s going to start real soon.

 

I took some time to size up all these new cats that jumped into SCW and let me tell you I am not impressed. Not that it should come as any kind of surprise because shit, I’m the man around here. I’m the one who shot straight to the top. Some of these people are walking into the fray and they don’t even know what they are getting into. So let me just say this to all you people who signed that SCW contract: Stay out of my way. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your distance, and let me do what I do. I am the best in this company, and if you actually pay attention and follow my lead, I will take this company to new heights and you can reap the benefit from it. You only have to pull your weight around here, I am the face of this franchise, and I, and I alone, will lead this company to greatness. You only hurt your own chances by messing with me. 

 

None of you have anything for me, and that includes the old Cowboy, Mac Bane.


 

Jack smirks and chuckles to himself, before taking a deep breath to start.

 

Jack: Let me give it to you straight Tex, I was hoping for this match for a long ass time, I was hoping to beat your ass, and take the SCW world title from you, but you couldn’t hold on to it long enough for me to care after that. You got beat by garbage ass Alex Jones, not once, but twice. So you have already let me down in so many ways, my guy. I had high hopes for you. I wanted to see you in action and see what everybody was talking about while I was gone. And here you are, the world champion, and you pissed it away. You had one job, Tex, and you fucking blew it. And now you’re about to get another chance at the world title? How many chances do you need, Tex? How many chances will it take before you fail and that world championship reign you had, looks like a complete fluke? Evidently not many, because you have already hit fluke stage in my eyes.  What happened to you, cowboy? Did you ride too many horses before you went out there? A little saddle sore or some shit? What happened to the guy going around and not being somebody to mess with? Where did that guy go? He has faded from everybody’s memory because it looks like you were just pretending this whole time. That seems to be a thing with people from Texas, man. Total frauds. You embarrassed yourself out there and it’s pathetic. So don’t think you’re going to come at me like I fell off, I beat the hell out of everybody that steps in the ring with me. I’ve said it, and I mean it. Win, lose or draw, I go out there and I tear people up. You? You just talk about it. You think anybody is impressed with you beating Senor Vinnie? Miles Kasey? Whatever-the-fuck Hilton? Nobody gives a shit about these people, Tex. People want you to go after the big fish, but let me tell you, you ain’t got a fishing pole big enough to fuck with me, if you get what I’m saying. I am at the top of this game, and it’s only a matter of time before I get the world title back. You? Anything you have to try and sell me on, isn’t going to work. You are going to get your ass beat, and then with any luck, you and Alex Jones both somehow lose and you both go away forever. You and your freaky-ass girlfriend or whatever can piss right off back to Texas, and you can herd cattle or shoot varmints or whatever the hell people from Texas do. I don’t care, so long as you are not in my way. It’s just that simple. That’s how this is going down, Tex. I hope you are prepared for that.

 

Oh, but I forget. I forget. You got your little posse now, don’t you? You got your little group of losers that you rounded up from wherever the hell you got them from and now they are going to back you up, is that it? Are they outlaws too? Are you gonna ride horses to the ring and wear those little bandanas over your face? Well, the one dude already wears a mask, I would too if I looked like him, but you really picked some fucking rejects, you know that, Tex? Does that make you feel like you’re something now? You feel like a leader? You feel like you got all this power behind you? I got news for you, cowboy, it only makes you look pathetic. You need somebody else to do your dirty work for you? You ain’t man enough to get the job done on your own? That’s weak, Tex. Fucking weak. You had better tell your boys to stay away from the ring on Sunday, because if you don’t, I will beat the hell out of all 4 of you and embarrass your whole crew. Yeah, I ain’t scared of any of them, and I’m not scared of you. 

 

Where I come from, you fight your own battles and you do it, like a man. You don’t go get your boys and come back and run around thinking you’re hot shit. That’s pussy shit, Tex. I always thought you country boys always wanted to throw hands like men. I mean, you’re a cowboy and shit right? Aren’t they supposed to be real men? Isn’t that the fucking stereotype from back in the day? A real man, working with his hands and putting in an honest days work on the farm and all that? Since when did the fucking cowboy turn into a pussy who needs help to fight his battles? If that’s where we are now, Tex, you are even more pathetic than I even thought. But you know what, it’s not going to save you. It’s really not. You are walking into a fight you aren’t going to win. I got everything I need to win right here. You can look through this camera and see there is NOBODY standing beside me. Why? Because I don’t want, and I don’t need any help. I do things on my own. And I get results on my own. I won that damn world title TWICE and nobody’s helped me. I don’t need anybody to back me up, I don’t even need people to like me. I just need, what I need, and I’m good. You? You have sunk to the new low of depending on other people and turning to them with your stupid face like “Please help me! I don’t have what it takes to be a god damn man!” and these three jack-offs came rushing to your aid, ready to get on their knees and blow you so they can hear you tell them how pretty they are. It’s a sad life you have now Cowboy, it really is.

 

Jack shrugs, and shakes his head before finishing up.

 

Jack: But I tell you what, Tex. You come to the ring, and you face me like a man, and this will be quick and done with. It will be me, beating your ass and we can both move on with life. I think that’s a fair deal. You don’t have anything I want, and I’m not a problem you want to have. Trust me, what I’m offering is the best option. I may not like you at all, but I can let you continue to do whatever you and your goofy ass friends want to do. It’s real easy when you stop and think about it. You don’t have to constantly worry about me beating your ass. It’s really win-win for everybody. But I know what you’re going to say Tex. I know you’re going to tell me that you do whatever you want and you are a big tough guy and you don’t follow the rules and all that shit. It’s a cute little would be threat, but it’s just not cutting it anymore. You don’t want these problems, Tex, believe me when I say it. I’m offering you fair warning to what this should be. This is the good ending to our match on Sunday. You get in the ring, you lose, and you focus on your next failure against Alex Jones. Because we all know that’s what you’re going to do.

 

The other way? The way you THINK you want? The other way is that you come into this ring and you get your ass beat and then you bring your boys into this. You try and do some posse shit here and you think that you have won something because at the end you and your boys try and take me out. If you want to bring your boys into this, I'm going to tell you this now it's not going to end well for you or for them. Been saying this since day one, I am not the person that you want to have as an enemy. I already don't like you as it is but if you're going to be a coward you're going to try to have your boys help you beat me this is not going to end well all for you. You will get your asses beat and I will put an end to this little group of outlaws or whatever you want to called yourselves before the shit even gets off the ground. If you want to jump me fine, jump me at it ain’t the first time I've been jumped it won't be the last time I get jumped. All it's going to do is piss me off and that's not something that anybody wants to do with me these days, as it's been proven that when you piss me off bad things happen. So, this is fair warning to you Tex, DON’T try me. Do yourself a favor send your boys back to the ranch, take your ass whoopin like a man and we don't have any problems. 

 

I will leave the ball with your court Tex. You choose the path that you want to go down but I just want you to be very careful in what choice you make and what path you go down. Neither one of them are going to be good for you but believe me the first option is a lot better than the second. But you want to be hardheaded. I can be hard headed.  We can get stupid, it's cool. I'm here for it and I’m built for it.

 

I hope you make the right choice cowboy. I hope you make the right choice and not one that you will live to regret for the rest of your career. And I hope you got your little cowboy hat and chaps and your cowboy boots and I hope that that all of that is on tight 'cause you’re going to need it on Sunday.

 

I guess I should end this by putting it in terms that you can understand Cowboy... 

You fuck with the bull, you get the horns.


 

Jack glares at the camera with a cocky smirk as the camera feed fades out.

Click.


TAKING. BACK. WHAT'S. MINE.