Prologue:
Jack was unsuccessful in becoming the number one contender to the Internet championship at Climax Control, that honor going to Ken Davison as he was able to win. Now Jack sets his sights on heading into Inception with another crack at becoming the number one contender for the Internet championship against Brandon Hendrix. Of course, Jack sees this as a demotion as he recently defeated Mac Bane, who went on to become the SCW World champion, and Jack felt he was snubbed as he was not thrown into the Fatal Four-way match at Inception. But perhaps there is a silver lining as Jack can now focus on winning his second championship in the company.
Outside the ring, Jack has finally cleaned the casino of the Mexican’s presence, as his brother recovers, an seems to have made amends with Jessica as well. He also seemed to have cut ties with Sonny, no longer wanting to be in the war between Sonny and Mexicans after what happened to Jason.
But as any good gangster movie will tell you, you’re never really out. --
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV
Jack pulls up in his car and parks in the driveway. He exits the vehicle and then the passenger door opens and Jason slowly gets out. Jack quickly goes over to him to help.
Jack: Let me help you, easy bro.
Jason: Thanks man.
Jack helps Jason gingerly walk into the house, where Brian is there to hug Jason.
Brian: Welcome home, Kid.
Jason: Thanks.
Brian: If Stick here had taken better care of you, we wouldn’t be in this mess.
Jack: Shut up, Brian.
Jason: You guys have to tell me what it was all about. I mean, you didn’t really explain anything, and I didn’t know what the hell was going on.
Jack sighs, looking at Brian as the three sit down at the kitchen table.
Jack: I did some dumb shit, like I said. It wasn’t ever supposed to involve you. I wasn’t trying to get you hurt and I’m sorry for it. I really am. I never wanted this for you, Jay. I really didn’t. Shit just got sideways and I made a bad deal.
Jason: Those dudes were Spanish, who are you getting mixed up with?
Jack: Some people that thankfully, I’m not going to do business with anymore. I promise you that. Never again will I do that to you.
Jason: They were always suspicious of me like I was going to steal their stuff.
Jack: Did you?
Jason: I never got close enough.
Jack: They came after you, to get to me. It was bad, but it’s taken care of now.
Jason: So, I still have my job, right?
Jack: You will always have a job. But I’m going to make sure shit like this, never happens again.
Jack pulls out his phone and dials.
Jack: Bobby... we’re going to need some help...
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ON CAMERA:
Click. Jack sits in his recliner as the promo begins. He just shakes his head and begins.
Jack: Just when it seems that everything lines up, there’s always some jackass who is there to foul it up, and then management instead of putting me where I belong, give me a freebie match, to be honest with you. You would think that the guy, who just beat the guy, who beat the WORLD CHAMPION, should be in the potential world championship match at the Supercard. You would think that someone like me, the young blood that they have been screaming about and heavily promoting the future and new blood, would put the young blood, the current blood, and the face of this franchise, in the world title match. That apparently would make too much sense.
Don’t argue with me about how we need to let people who haven’t had a shot before, the new blood gets their chances. Where was this when I debuted two years ago? Why didn’t I get that? Oh, wait, I didn’t need these chances. I ran through this company and went straight to the top of it. So, I didn’t need some kind of special thing to help me. I didn’t get that, and now I’m sitting here looking at not competing for the SCW World championship like I should.
But instead, now, I’m sitting here looking at a match against Brandon Hendrix to be the number one contender to the SCW Internet championship? I should have already BEEN that, but of course, Garbage ass Ken Davison had to as he put it, snuck in like a thief and stole what was mine, and now he’s got a shot at the Internet championship. Let me just say to Kenny, you’d better hope that you lose this match, because if you win, the beatdown I give you after I beat down Brandon Hendrix at Inception.
Yes, Brandon, I haven’t forgotten about you, but then again, you seem to have forgotten that you even work here. I’ve been sitting here waiting and watching and you are apparently MIA. That’s too bad for you. You had the chance to at least make me break a sweat before I beat your ass, but now, that shit is out the window. You’re not even up for this match, and you weren’t even up for the last one. You think you have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing anything in this match besides getting your ass beat? You had best just not even bother showing up to Inception, because all that’s going to happen is I am going to make an example out of your dumb ass and then, you can take your place on the unemployment line or wherever losers like you always end up. I wouldn’t know, I’m not a loser. I don’t even know a thing about you when that fatal four-way happened, and I feel like I know even less now. That number one contendership is as good as mine and you would be wise not to make this any more difficult for me. You really should just come out and lay down. Well, no, just don’t show up. You are BENEATH me, Brandon, and I’m going to beat your ass, much like I did in the fatal four-way and there’s two things you can do about it, nothing, and like it.
I’m done with this, it’s a waste of my time. Jack walks away as the camera fades to black
Click. TAKING. BACK. WHAT'S. MINE.
