Prologue:
Jack was victorious in his last match, defeating for World champion Mac Bane, but ended up paying the price as he was attacked by the other members of the Saviors, and that did not sit well with Jack. He couldn’t really enjoy the victory since he was attacked, despite his warning to Mac Bane about the attack. Now Jack after recovering, sets his sights on winning the number one contendership to the Internet championship, a title Jack never really ever competed for, as he was accustomed to going after the world championship. Some may have seen this as a step down, as did Jack when he first heard about this match, but after giving it some though, maybe Jack has changed his tune about the match itself? Only time will tell, but is obvious Jack is going to want some revenge against Ken Davison who was one of Jack’s attackers two weeks ago. Adding in the mystery of Brandon Hendrix and the challenge of Austin James Mercer... how would Jack approach this? Would he “settle” for winning this match and not going back after a world championship?
On the outside, Everything appeared to be getting back to normal after all the violence and the kidnapping of Jack’s brother by the Mexicans. Thankfully, Jason was recused and healing in the hospital. Jack made it clear that he was going to protect his brother at all costs. Now, however, with the truth revealed to Benny, Jack would be under incredible scrutiny, and Benny would be far more suspicious of anything Jack did. Benny did see this as a betrayal, even though the deal was made before Jack made the deal with Benny anyway. Also Jack seemed to have severed ties with Sonny, after all that had happened, Jack couldn’t really be in the business with Sonny and be willing to lose people in the fight against the Mexicans. After all, Jack had no disposable people to really speak of. Jack needed to create distance between himself and the warring factions as his brother was already nearly a casualty. Now Jack gets to focus on new business opportunities, or really, for the most part, keeping himself and his casino out of trouble before something else bad happens.
There’s a lot on Jack’s plate, even with a major hurdle cleared. Time will only tell what is next for Jack both inside the ring and outside. --
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV Jack stood on his balcony overlooking the skyline of Las Vegas and the strip. Mountains in the background, and all the lights and glitz of the strip in the foreground as Jack gazed at it. He reached into his pocket on his shirt and pulled out a cigar, and lit it. He began to puff on a cigar as Brian walked out to the kitchen, looking in the refrigerator for something to eat. Jack paid him no mind for a few seconds, turning only to acknowledge his presence, but the two didn’t say a word. Brian began to get cold cuts out of the fridge along with bread and mayo. Jack continued to look outward, until Brian finished making the sandwiches he wanted.
Brian: What are you going to do now, Stick?
Jack simply looked over his shoulder for an instant and then back out at the view.
Jack: Nothing.
Brian: What do you mean, nothing?
Jack: What is there to do, Brian? Jason also got killed because I fucked up. The best thing to do, is lay low for a while, and let things just blow over.
Brian: You know the Mexicans are going to come back at some point.
Jack: I know. But I don’t exactly have the means to go after them. Jess is already trying to find them after the slipped out of that house they were using. So, they hopefully will be out commision for a while.
Brian: But eventually they will be back, and they know where you live.
Jack: They do. But that’s not going to stop me from living my life. If they want to come, then so be it.
Brian: You just said you don’t have the means to fight them.
Jack: I don’t. You’re right. But I’m not going to just turn tail and run at the first sign of a problem.
Brian: Then you should probably get some help, or something.
Jack: What, do you have personal security on speed dail or something?
Brian: No, but Benny might.
Jack: I don’t think Benny likes me much, right now.
Brian: You told him, huh?
Jack: What was I supposed to do, not tell him? He had the ability to get the plate number that helped out. He was going to ask questions at some point. I can’t hide it forever, and now there’s no point in hiding it.
Brian: Well, I’m just saying that if you want to keep staying here, and enjoying that view, eventually, we will need some people.
Jack: Yeah, eventually. But the last thing I want to do is turn this place into a warzone. I can’t think about that now. There’s other things I need to focus on.
Brian: Still trying to use that championship, eh?
Jack scowled, it was a sore spot with him, but he nodded.
Jack: I’m not going after that right now. I need to figure something else out with this match they put me in.
Brian: Oh?
Jack: They got me in some kind of match, winning gets an Internet championship match.
Brian wiggles his fingers, feigning being scared and unimpressed.
Brian: God damn, Stick, champion of the Internet.
Jack: Fuck you.
Brian: I’m just saying, it could have it’s advantages.
Jack: Yeah?
Brian: I mean, everybody’s got the internet, you send in those things to the websites when you’re flapping your gums about who you’re fighting and whatnot, on the internet. And, it could be a good way to promote your business.
Jack: You think so?
Brian: Well shit man, what are we in, 1997? Do I have to say the internet is the wave of the future? It’s already the future. You could be the internet’s face for the casino. You’re already the figurehead anyway. But you start doing things for the internet only crowd, and boom, that’s tourism.
Jack: You’ve made your point, eat your sandwiches before they get stale.
Brian obliges and grabs his plate, before opening a bag of potato chips and dumping some on his plate. He sits down on the couch and begins eating. Jack continues to ponder what Brian said about the Internet.
Jack: You really think we got something with this? Because really, I didn’t give a fuck about this match. I was just really gonna let it slide because I don’t really want to be the Internet champion. It’s not the world title.
Brian: Didn’t you just have a match for the world title? Didn’t you lose?
Jack: Fuck off, Brian.
Brian: Alright, alright, I’m just saying, this may be a great opportunity for you. Get right back into the thick of things with a title, and use it to do what you’re really after. Money. Shit, Stick, the internet is where a ton of people make money, and they don’t even do half of what you do. Some people just straight up beg for it.
Jack: That’s true. Alright, alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll take the match seriously.
Brian: See Stick, if you just listen to me, I won’t steer you wrong. Get yourself some guards or security here, and go after the internet. Win the internet or whatever.
Jack: Shut up.
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Vesta Coffee Roasters
Las Vegas, NV Jack was waiting patiently for a guest, and soon enough, Jessica walked in, sitting down across from Brian.
Jessica: How’s your brother?
Jack: He’s good. He’s good.
Jessica: Why are we in a coffee shop, John?
Jack: Don’t cops like coffee?
Jessica: You don’t have to be a cop to like coffee.
Jack: That’s true, I guess. I just figured it’s... like neutral ground.
Jessica: I’m not hunting for you, John. I’ve been trying to protect you for a long time.
Jack: I just need some information is all.
Jessica: What kind of information.
Jack: How’s it going with the Mexicans?
Jessica sighs, scratching the back of her head.
Jessica: You know I can’t tell you police business.
Jack: I helped you, Jess. I just need to know where the bad guys are, so I can protect myself, and my family. They know where I live, and sooner or later, they will come back for me, considering what I did.
Jessica: We’re still following leads.
Jack: What, I get the reporter answer?
Jessica: It’s part of police training.
Jack: How’d you even get jurisdiction out here?
Jessica: Following a lead, like always. I got friends, pulled some strings. Tying pieces together. How did you think I knew about the whole thing in the first place?
Jack: That’s a good point.
Jessica: If I find anything, I will tell you. But for now, you just... stay out of trouble.
Jack: How much more trouble can I get into?
Jessica: Knowing you? A lot. But for now, can we just... enjoy some coffee and not talk about this kind of stuff.
Jack: Yeah, sure. Just... one more thing here... what about the casino?
Jessica: What about it?
Jack: I mean... they were operating out of it.
Jessica: That will get shut down. Now, I can’t promise you that nothing will happen, but I will do what I can to soften that blow. But I can only do so much.
Jack: You do more than you should. You’re a good cop.
Jessica: Don’t try and butter me up, John. Let’s just enjoy the coffee.
Jack: You got it.
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Click. Jack still has a scowl on his face, just it turns into a look of amusement as he begins.
Jack: What? Did you expect anything less? You really shouldn’t have. I told everybody I was going to beat Mac Bane, and that’s exactly what I did. I did it, right in the middle of the ring, by myself. I told Tex that I would beat his ass, and I did. And then what happens? His boys jump into the ring, and they do exactly what I advised him not to do. I said, just face me, man to man, take this L, and walk away, but no, him, and his little crew, had to be a bunch of bitches and try and take me out. They are lucky I was distracted from kicking their boss’s ass to catch them all. But let me say this, payback is a bitch, and I ain’t forgetting shit about that night. And as luck would have it, Tex’s little bitch ass boy Ken Davison is in this little four-way match that’s coming up, so I’m going to whoop his ass, and that’s on sight.
But let’s just be real here, this is just a distraction from the real thing. Alex Jones is getting a reprieve from me taking that championship back. I’m in this fatal four-way against 3 scrubs and they are doing it to make sure Alex Jones has some fresh-face to wrestle. You can have fresh faces as much as you want, but the real deal is right here. In fact, I should be in the drawing for the World championship match, and then, after I win this fatal four way, I can wrestle twice, beat both Agostino and Alex Jones’s asses and be a double champion. That’s what should happen. That’s how I know it should go, but they are going let Alex Jones have his little run where he starts thinking he’s a legend and can talk shit about everybody while claiming this whole redemption thing when it’s fucking obvious it’s horseshit. But you know, that’s okay. I get it. I am the face of this franchise, but you know, sometimes, when you’re the man like me, you get too much too soon. Right? I’ve already won the SCW world heavyweight championship twice, and I’ll win it again soon enough, but you know, I shot past all the other championships and sky rocketed straight to the top, and I missed out on all that “working your way from the ground up” bullshit. I mean, I was totally going to do that, but you know, the cream truly rises to the top and I am the cream of this crop and most crops before me. I am the evolution of what a true champion is. So what better way for me to truly make an impact and make sure all that we all humor the losers out there and the pursists, and put me in a match for the shot at the Internet championship? Cool. I’ll win this match, I’ll kick the crap out of Agostino, and then I will become the greatest Internet champion of all time. It’s fucking genuis. I’m glad I thought of it. Jack points to his head and smirks as he continues.
Jack: So, as I take a look around and see these three other scrubs, I can’t help but wonder if this is some kind of joke. I mean, it’s almost not even fair at this point. You have... let me see here... Punk ass Ken Davison, a man who actually has the balls to call himself “Godly” when there are pictures of this man with a horseshoe mustache like it’s fucking 1975. The bottom line is this, Ken Davison put his hands on me when his boss should have specifically told him that it was a bad idea. He should have listened to his boss and kept his nose out of my business but because he decided to stick his nose in my business he has to pay the price. this could have been real simple and it could have been really easy for Ken Davison but he decided that he needed to jump in and get involved. I warned text not to do it but apparently his guys don't take direction very well. so we've come to this point this match Kent Davison is going to get his ass whooped and that's all there is to it. quite frankly you should just get his ass whipped for the fact that he has a nickname of godly. I mean seriously what kind of a person calls himself godly? that right there means a man is looking to get punched in the face and so Ken is very very much in luck because I'm just the man to punch him in his face if for nothing else, than that alone.
I already have a list of enemies at this point that all believe that they are holier than thou and some people may even accuse me of acting like it, but damn it I have backed it up. What does Ken Davison actually done in this company? He may have been a big fish in a small pond somewhere but I and the number one guy in this company and for you to put your hands on me is akin to a death sentence. I'm not an Angel, I don't claim to be one, but I would never go as far as to call myself “Godly” when it's clear as day that I don't deserve that name. And that fits Ken Davison to a god damn T. It’s funny, everybody's real tough when they got back up. I already showed the cowboy that without his backup we can't hold a candle to me. I proved it right in the middle of the ring. Beat him, made him give it up. And now this lackey, the sidekick is going to come in and he's going to beat me? Are you kidding me is this some kind of joke?
Though, I get it, maybe I should look at this from a different perspective. Maybe I should look at this as not just taking the head off the snake, I already did that instead I'm going to start at the end of the snake the lowest point of the snake and I'm going to kill it that way. Ken Davison is gonna learn real fast who the man is around here and it's me. I have been trashing people that can trash him since I got here. I don't consider Ken Davis to be competition, I consider him my next victim. He's just lucky that this is a fatal four-way match and it's not one on one because if it was one on one he wouldn't be walking out of the building that night. He'd be laid up in the hospital with his legs up in the air like he was a cheap prostitute. I'm going to wipe the floor with Ken Davison and it's fitting 'cause you got a bold shiny head like he's Mr. clean anyway. I mean, then again looking this guy up I've seen pictures of him with frosted tips. see them out here with little choker on like he's a stripper.
No Ken I'm not a Saint, I'm not religious but I hope since you are religious that you have found God because you're gonna need him to survive this match. you had better start praying more that you have ever prayed in your entire life if you want any chance in this match. I will have to be struck down by a vengeful God in order for you to have any shot at this match and the way I see it Ken that ain't going to happen. Just take this as a warning Ken you're going to get your ass whipped in this match for putting your hands on me. and when you put your hands on me without provocation you pay the price and that's all that's going to happen to you this time I really hope that you learn this lesson and you stay out of my way for the rest of your time in Sin City wrestling because if you don't and you try to come back at me it's going to be worse for you. normally I'm the one starting fight but this time I didn't start it I'm just going to finish it hopefully it finishes in this fatal four way. at least hopefully for Ken Davison Jack makes a check mark with his finger.
Jack: now the second guy in the bat is some guy named Brandon Hendrix and I'm gonna be honest with you here people, I have no idea who the hell this guy is nor do I really care. All I know is that he's just another name in this match just another guy that I gotta destroy and get what I want. The man doesn't even have a biography on any website. He's not he's not Wikipedia, he's not on Twitter, he's not anywhere. He's a ghost. I'm beginning to wonder if he's actually a real person. I mean I'm sure that there's somebody somewhere named Brandon Hendrix I'm sure he's probably some schmuck doing something somewhere, I don't really care about him, I care about the guys they signed up for this match. Does this guy really know when to get himself into? does he comprehend that perhaps the first match of his career is going to be a pitiful and painful loss to me? I mean if I was him I'd probably remain a ghost I'd probably not even bother showing up for this match I probably wouldn't show my face in the building if I knew I had to get in the ring with Jack Washington and I knew how good Jack Washington is. maybe he already knows how good I am maybe that's a possibility, maybe that's why he has been a ghost. if that's the case he's smarter than he actually looks but then again, I've never seen the guys don't even know what he looks like. maybe it's best that way maybe it's best that I don't know who printed Hendrix actually is or what he looks like or what he can even do in the ring maybe that's for the best because it doesn't even really matter in the long run does it? at the end of the day it's not going to matter who this guy is or what he's ever accomplished he's just going to be another name another statistic another tick mark in the column for me.
I'm gonna make this real simple for you Brandon, keep doing what you're doing, which is nothing. When you’re driving to the building, and you see it from your car, just keep on going. Drive past the arena, drive far away from the arena go find some other job somewhere else where you might actually have a chance to do something, because in this match you don't have a shot. You know it, I know it, everybody else knows it. You're going to get your ass kicked and you're going to lose. Do yourself a favor and save yourself the humiliation of making your debut only to fail spectacularly. if you do that, we will not have any problems. And trust me you don't want those problems.
I mean the other choice, and it's the one that you may think you want to make but you really don't, is that you show up you come through that curtain when your crappy music plays, whatever the hell it is. And then get into the ring and actually think that you're going to do anything of significance. Do not be a pest, Brandon. If you choose to show up and you choose to walk to the ring, just so you know, I just want this to be shown to everybody. I gave you the opportunity to walk away. I gave you the chance and I told you exactly what you needed to do. Once you walk through that curtain my guy, All bets are off and you will be handled just like I've handled everything else in Sin City wrestling. so just don't say I didn't warn you. Jack makes a second check mark.
Jack: so now we come to this pile of garbage, Austin James Mercer. I have to tell you that I'm already bored to tears having to listen to this guy talk and he hasn’t even said anything yet. But I did notice something. I know he doesn't want me to bring this up and doesn't want people to remember that this happened but back when he wanted to step to me the first time, I called him out for being a liar and a hypocrite just like everybody else is at Wolfslair, and what did he do? He took umbrage with that, he got mad about it, he got salty. he got in his feels about that. He tried to tell you and everybody else, and especially me, he tried to tell all of us that he was nothing like Alex Jones that he may have trained with wolfslair but he didn't pick up any of the qualities or the vices that they had. No, he didn't pick him up he already had him. it's just a chip off the old block and as soon as I beat his ass and sent him packing back down to wherever the hell he went, he showed back up and he had a brand-new attitude and he was all of a sudden, an asshole and he was all of a sudden do and saying what he wanted and taking what he wanted and acting like an asshole. And he tried to act like this with some brand-new thing like he'd never done this before. Once again everybody Wolfslair just proves my point. They're all liars they're all hypocrites and, they don't even want to admit it. They can't even man up and own up to it. I would respect it more if somebody is an asshole and they're an asshole to me all the time. I don't need somebody smiling in my face and stabbing me in the back. Those are the worst kind of people and that's exactly the kind of person Austin James Mercer is and then just like the sunrise and the sunsets, Austin decided to change who he is and becomes that chameleon that everybody wolfslair likes to try and do. big old heroes welcome and a big old thank you from Aron for saving Fenris. Because that's exactly why he did it, let's be real the only reason that he did it was just so he could get out on somebody's good side, so he could butter him up. Just so he could pat him on the back, so he could find the soft spot to put the knife in their back. The facts are, everybody in that group is a bunch of fakes and a bunch of snakes.
Now I know that Austin is going to spout his mouth up about how he used to be the Internet champion and he loved to win it again and he's doing this for the right reasons no that's a load of bullshit and he knows it, and so do I. the only reason that Austin is trying to get back into this match is so he can be relevant again. I knocked him into obscurity and then he toiled with this mixed tag team championships for a while and now he doesn't have those he's going to try to come back and do this again? Are you kidding me? as far as I’m concerned all three of these guys in this fatal four way have no business being in the ring with me. they are all lesser competitors and I need to be in the ring with the world champion but if you want to stick me in a match like this the only person who comes closest Austin because he's actually done something. But the thing is he's going to draw this out he's going to try and embellish it like he really did something of significance. People like Austin have given way to the face of this franchise and that's me. I've beat him before and I will beat him again. He is not in my league and not on my level. if he thinks it just because his trainer or mentor or whatever the hell he has with Alex Jones going on there... Whatever that is, if he thinks just because Alex Jones got a lucky 3 count at High Stakes then all of a sudden it enables him to have some sort of shot he is sadly mistaken. What this really is, is a make up for what happened at High Stakes. I get it it, I didn't come through but can you please stop putting these Wolfslair losers in front of me and acting like they're a challenge. everywhere I turn it's wolfslair and everywhere I turn they all suck.
I'm done with this alright, I'm going to take out Austin. I’m going to take out whoever the hell Brandon Hendrix is, and I'm going to take out Ken Davison, and then I will go on to inception and I will destroy Agostino Romero like I've done a million times already as well. I will become the Internet champion. And then hopefully I received the same gift that Tex got when he was Internet champion for a cup of coffee and then turned it in, and I kicked the crap out of Alex Jones, or whoever the world champion is by that point because obviously won't be him. But I will take back what is mine. That's how this is going to go so I don't care if you're a fan of wolfslair,I don't care if you're a fan of whatever the stupid stable is that Davison is in, or a fan of whoever the hell Brandon Hendrix is, if you're a fan of those people prepare to be disappointed. Because I'm running through all three of them like I should like the face of the franchise actually should. Jack finally shrugs.
Jack: it's fine I'll start at the bottom. but it won't take me long to get back to the top. Jack shakes his head in disgust as we fade to black.
Click. TAKING. BACK. WHAT'S. MINE.
