Prologue:
Jack was successful in retaining the Internet championship against Goth, but it looked more like Jack escaped with the title. However, Jack has never been one to not take a victory any way he could get it, and this match was no exception. Jack got all he could handle, but still managed to come out on top. After his match was postponed from last week, Jack now returns after a long break, prepared to defend the championship yet again, this time in a rematch of sorts against Senor Vinnie, who defeated Jack not all that long ago, and has been on a hot streak ever since. Jack looks to have another stiff challenge coming his way in this defense.
Outside the ring, Jack shot yet another commercial, as the Washington brothers continue to expand their brand name outside the Casino, and further into Las Vegas. They did however run into trouble as Jason’s temper and seemingly increasing mental health problems have caused some friction in the plans and partnerships that Jack had previously forged, most notably with Sonny. Jack seemingly was able to smooth things over, but it seems that the Washington bloodline has spilled over to Jason, combined with his military training and instincts, are creating a volatile environment for Jack and the Washington’s in general.
Things seemingly have been quiet in recent weeks, but with Jason’s issues, it’s libel to go off at any time. --
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV Jack was actually asleep on the couch. In fact, the whole house was asleep, outside of patrolling guards who were seemingly taking their turn for a shift, watching for any revenge attack or attack in general. Mostly from the Mexicans, who had scouted where Jack lived.
Jack slept in his bed, one arm tucked into the sheets, and the other behind the pillow behind his head. For as volatile as Jack’s life had been, he looked about as peaceful as he could get. Of course, those type of things never last a loud noise was heard.
*thump*
Jack’s eyes flashed open and he shot up out of bed. His eyes scanned the room as he looked around frantically trying to decipher the noise. It happens again
*THUMP*
This time even louder, maybe it was because was more awake now, and it wasn’t from inside the room, as Jack turned the light on and saw nothing out of the ordinary. But it happened yet again.
*THUMP*
*THUMP*
The second thump was even heavier than the first. Jack turned and looked at the bed, but again, there was no one. It wasn’t inside the room, it was in the next room over.
Jack: Jason. Shit!
Jack jerked the door open and ran into the next room, frantically opening the door to see his brother, bleeding from the forehead and on the floor.
Jack: Jay!
Jack rushes over and Jason is conscious, but is pretty much out of it. Jack looks at the blood spatter on the wall and the cracks around it.
Jack: Christ... Jason, what the fuck are you doing?
Jack looked at Jason’s injuries as Brian stood in the doorway.
Brian: What was that noise?
Jack: He was banging his head against the wall.
Brian: God dammit.
Jack tended to his brother, helping him to the kitchen where he gets first-aid kit after sitting Jason down in a chair, tending to his forehead with has deep busies, discoloration and still bleeding. Jack ensures Jason is still able to function before sitting him down, a glass of water and ice pack later.
Jack: What the fuck was that?
Jason: … Huh?
Jack: Well, if I didn’t know any better Jay, I’d say you were up in the middle of the night, FUCKING BANGING YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL!
Jason: Oh... yeah.
Jack: WHY? What is wrong with you?
Jason: I... I don’t know man, I just... some things I was just thinking about and then, it happened and I must have like, blacked out and gone into a rage or a spell or something.
Jack: Fucking Christ, Jay, no we have to get you the hospital.
Jason: No, man... I’m good. I’m good.
Jack turns back, angry at his brother, but more out of frustration than anything else.
Jack: You’re not GOOD, Jay. Not at all.
Jack threw away the wrappers and some bandages that were used along with the paper towels to soak up the blood. He turned to Brian as he helped Jason, almost forced Jason to go to the car.
Jack: See if you can clean up that blood in the room.
Jack grabbed his keys, and with one hand on his brother’s arm, escorted him to his car.
Jack: Open the gates, Eric.
Jack put Jason in the passenger seat and drove him to the nearest hospital to be examined.
Jack: You wanna tell me why you did that, and not just say “because” or some shit?
Jason didn’t answer for a while, Jack turned and shook him to ensure he was still awake.
Jack: You need to talk to me, Jay. Don’t fucking do this right now.
Jason waved Jack off and Jack quickly pulled the car over, and grabbed his brother by the collar.
Jack: DON’T FUCKING DO THIS. I’M NOT GOING TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW! YOU’RE HURT!
Jason’s eyes got a little wider than usual. He saw and felt the sincerity in Jack’s voice, even through all the anger.
Jason: I... I’m sorry man. I’m sorry.
Jack: You’re god-damn right you are. Fuck.
Jack angrily peeled out and continued to drive to the hospital.
--
Centennial Hills Hospital
Las Vegas, NV. Jack checked Jason into the emergency room and stayed with him, until he was called, the whole time attempting to keep Jason awake and alert after his injuries. Finally, when he was called, he escorted Jason, along with the nurse, putting Jason in a wheelchair to help him remain stable. The nurse checked vitals and blood pressure, as they do, before she finished her checklist.
Nurse: The doctor will be in to see you in a moment.
The nurse quietly left the room and Jack and Jason were alone.
Jason: Sorry about this, bro.
Jack facepalmed, not wanting to shout at his brother and let out a deep sigh.
Jason: I guess I fucked things up again.
Jack: Jay, don’t. Don’t do this right now.
The two brothers sat in silence for a few moments, and the doctor finally came in, and began examining Jason’s head injuries.
Doctor: Looks like you have yourself quite a nasty bump. Blunt force trauma as well. What happened.
Jason: I... I banged my head against the wall.
The Doctor at first didn’t believe Jason was serious until he looked at the wound and at Jason again.
Doctor: I see.
Jason: But I’m good now.
Jack: No, you’re not good.
Doctor: I’m afraid I’m going to agree with your...
Jack: Brother.
Doctor: Brother. Yes, you should be kept at least overnight for observation. Any head injury we want to take precautions with due to the long-term effects of CTE.
Jason: I’m...
Jack: No, you’re staying here.
Jason: Come on...
Jack: Don’t.
The sterness in Jack’s voice finally caused Jason to relent.
Doctor: Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything, get it all figured out.
--
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV. Jack returned home, pouring himself a glass of Jack Daniels to help calm his nerves. Brian was three still, throwing away some paper towels.
Brian: How’s he doing?
Jack: They’re going to keep him a while.
Brian: Not surprised.
Jack: You’re not surprised?
Brian: That they’d want to keep him? No. The kid was bashing his head against the wall.
Jack: You think... you it’s what’s causing this?
Brian: I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve seen it. Or heard it for that matter.
Jack: There’s something wrong with him, and I don’t know what it is.
Brian: You and me both Stick. But you have to let the doctors do their work. I told you it could be all the shit he was doing in the military, maybe he relapsed or something. Maybe it’s too far gone for us to fix.
Jack: Don’t you say that. Don’t you even think that shit. My brother is going to fine.
Brian gave Jack a stern look in return for his words. He poured himself a drink to match Jack’s.
Brian: I think we both know at this point that isn’t going to happen, Stick. Jason is sick in the head and he’s not going to be okay without some help.
This is clearly not what Jack wanted to hear as he swallows a gulp of the booze. He angrily slams the glass on the kitchen table.
Jack: I said, he’s going to be fine.
There is a long period of silence between the two men before Brian speaks again.
Brian: I got most of it cleaned up, we’re going to need some bleech to get the stains out though.
Jack: Fine.
Jack finished a gulp of his drink and placed the glass in the sink. He walked away from Brian and went back to Jason’s room, examining the hole that Jason was working on with his head. The blood still has some streaks on the wall, and some stain the carpet as Brian alluded to. Jack began to search through Jason’s things, trying to find something, anything that could be a clue as to why Jason would do this, but he doesn’t find anything of any real value to that end. Just empty pill bottles that Jason had kept from his first time in the hospital. Jack angrily swipes at the mess he has made.
Jack: Fuck.
--
Grand Flamingo Casino
Las Vegas, NV
Two days later Jason was now out of the hospital, but with more pills and seemed to be out of it, sitting in the main office control room looking at cameras and the floor below as the casino continued to operate. Jack was also there this time, as there was a buzz from the secretary.
Jack: Yeah.
Secretary: Mr. Washington, the Commissioner is here.
Jack sighed heavily
Jack: Give me two minutes.
Jack turned to Jason, who was staring at the cameras.
Jack: Jay, I gotta handle this.
Jason turned to Jack, sitting up a little straighter in his chair from his almost slumped over position.
Jason: I’m cool.
Jack: Are you? I need you to be cool.
Jason: I’m cool, bro. Promise. You’ll never know I was even here.
Jack: I think you need to go get some rest outside the office until we’re done.
Jason: I SAID I WAS COOL.
Jack bit his tongue and slowly approached his brother, and stood in front of him, both hands on the chair on either side of Jason.
Jack: DO. NOT. FUCK WITH THIS. I’m tell you now.
Again, Jack’s anger seemed to reach Jason, who threw his hands up and stood up.
Jason: Okay bro... okay... you got it.
Jason made his exit from the room as Jack cleared his throat and buzzed the intercom.
Jack: You can send him in, and please look after my brother.
Secretary: Yes, sir.
Jason and the Commisioner walked past each other as the Commisioner came in, his expenside belt buckle shining and snakeskin boots showing off his wealth without really meaning to. He extended his hand to Jack.
Jack: Mr. Anderson.
Ted: I’m glad you remember, young Jack.
Jack: Of course. Please, have a seat.
Ted: Thank you.
Ted sat down, easing himself into an office chair as Jack sat behind the desk that Jason usually sat at.
Ted: Been a long time.
Jack: Yes, sir. How have you been?
Ted: Oh, I can't complain.
Ted pointed behind himself, motioning to mention Jason.
Ted: Long night for that fella?
Jack: Yeah. Bumped his head so he’s a little under the weather.
Ted: That... is your brother correct?
Jack: Yes, sir.
Ted: I see. Didn’t you have another fella in here?
Jack: Yes, Benny. Benny left town, just some mutual disagreements.
Ted: That will happen, won’t it?
Jack: Yes, sir.
Jack motioned to his refrigerator
Jack: Can I get you anything.
Ted waves his hands to politely decline.
Jack: So, what can I do for you?
Ted: Well, I do seem to remember a while back that we had talked, much like this, and it was about my boy, Danny.
Jack: Yes, that’s right. I remember.
Ted: I’m glad you do. If I recall that conversation, it was in reference to giving young Danny a job with your organization.
Jack: Yes, that’s correct. And I believe we do have some openings if that’s what you still wish.
Ted: Well, that would be mighty fine. Again, I would consider it a personal favor.
Jack: Yes, of course, I think that would work out for the both of us.
Ted: I believe so as well. And it would help considering the word going around.
Jack: Oh?
Ted: Now, I don’t mean to say things out of turn, but word did get around about your brother there and some problems around here.
Jack: Oh. Yes, I have heard those, I usually don’t pay attention to those types of negative stories and theories. My brother got mixed up with some bad people. And unfortunately, we had to make some changes after that. It was very unfortunate, but I wasn’t aware of those things.
Ted: This is your casino, yes?
Jack: Yes. But as a man, you can appreciate that, sometimes maybe you’ve got a leaky pipe somewhere, and you may not notice it right away until it leaks. This was one of those types of situations. Once it was brought to our attention, it was handled. As I said, I don’t pay attention to negative publicity. I simply want to make sure that the house does well.
Ted: And it has, hasn’t it?
Jack: Outside of that incident, yes. But that was a minor thing and we’re looking into the future.
Ted: Yes, I’ve heard that as well. It’s well... it’s my job to hear these types of things. I also heard about a man walking away from here from a broken hand.
Jack: That was also unfortunate. But that gentlemen decided he wanted to cheat the system. And we can’t have that, can we?
Ted: No sir, I don’t believe we can.
Ted adjusted himself in his chair, leaning back, now seemingly more comfortable.
Ted: Well then, I guess all that we really need to discuss is what you can do with Danny.
Jack: Well, if he’s good at taking instruction, we do have security openings. We can always use more.
Ted: Well, I have to say this was a very easy negotiation then. Far easier than last time.
Jack: Well, it just took some time to get everything up and running. I told you you had my word on this thing. Anything I can do to help, that’s what I’m here for. I’m operating for you, sir.
Ted: That’s very good. Well, I suppose then I can bring Danny in and we can get that taken care of.
Jack: We can get him his license and everything taken care of as well. There’s good people in security, we made sure to only hire the best of the best, he’ll be in good hands, and I’ll personally make sure he’s in a good spot.
Ted smiled and stood up, hitching up his pants and nodding to himself.
Ted: Mr. Washington, I really want you to know how much I appreciate you keeping your word.
Jack: It’s my job, Mr. Anderson. I pride myself on keeping my word.
Ted: Well, I suppose I should mosey on outta here, leave you to the house. I’ll bring by Danny and we can go from there.
Jack: Sounds like a plan.
The two men shake hands as Ted leaves the room. Jack places both hands on his desk and sighs again. The door opens again shortly after and Jason walks in, shutting the door behind him before throwing his hands up.
Jason: What was that?
Jack: A negotiation.
Jason: Without me? Isn’t my name on this place too?
Jack: Jason, I did it for both of us, and you are in no condition to be part of it.
Jason: Nah man, you just hired somebody and didn’t tell me! That’s not cool!
Jack: Because it had to be done. We can’t strongarm the fucking commissioner!
Jason: This dude you’re hiring could bring down everything. What happens if shit gets stolen or something?
Jack: It. Had. To. Be. Done. Period.
Jason shakes his head, now upset at the whole situation.
Jason: This is supposed to be about us, bro. US. This is why the rep is what it is.
Jack: And it is about us. And you really shouldn’t care about what people say about me. I can take care of myself. But more importantly, this is about the house, and making sure the house wins. And by default, we win too.
Jason: You’re being selfish right now.
Jack is semeingly triggered by that remark and again, snatches up Jason by his collar.
Jack: I’M DOING THIS SHIT FOR US! YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED A FEW TIMES NOW IF NOT FOR ME! I’VE TAKEN CARE OF YOU! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE CALL ME SELFISH!
Jason again, sees the frustration in Jack’s actions and the tremble in his voice.
Jason: I’m sorry, bro.
Jack finally let’s go of Jason and turns away from him.
Jack: Listen, if he comes back and I’m not here, don’t do a fucking thing without me. You understand that? I’ve got enough shit to deal with and I’ve got to go prepared for a match.
Jason sighs and puts his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
Jason: I’m messed up, and I’m sorry.
Jack sighs.
Jack: I know you’re trying to do right, Jay. I do. I just need you to focus, and help me, and together, we will go where we need to go. Okay?
Jason: Okay.
--
On Camera:
Click. Jack is pacing back and forth, standing with the SCW Internet championship draped over his shoulder. His usual scowl gives way this week to another trademark, the sly, knowing smirk. The smug look of a man who you want to punch in the face. That look then gives way to the look of a man who is disappointed.
Jack: You know, apparently it has not stuck in people’s heads and I would find that disappointing, but damn, it is always hilarious to see the looks on your stupid ass faces when the truth slaps you in the face. And that truth is simply this: I am the best. I am the man around here. I am the face of this franchise. I don’t say it as a marketing thing, I don’t say it to be cool, I say it because it’s the truth. People are praying night and day for my downfall, that somebody, somewhere, shuts me up. People really don’t like it when you give the truth, straight up and no chaser. And that’s what I do, and people get really salty when they hear it and see it. I told you all I would beat Goth’s old ass, and I did. I smacked him around, and retained my title. Anybody complaining and saying “But you used the tights!” I have said it many times people, by hook or by crook. Nobody wants to remember the “how”, they just want to remember “who”. And that, is me. You don’t have to like it, but the reality of the situation is, there are two things you can really do about it.
Nothing. And accept it.
Accept that I am everything I say I am, because I go out there and get the job done. It’s not always clean, but you show me any person in any walk of life who does everything exactly the way it’s supposed to be done, and I will show you a sucker. They are one in the same. I do what needs to be done and ensure the win. That’s what I have always done. I’ve been up front about that from day one. This is job to me, I go out there and win, because then, I get paid more, and I go and cash that check and I’m laughing all the way to the bank. That’s what I do. You can be mad and in your feels all you want, but the fact remains that I am this company. You point your finger at me, when we have people doing it all the time. If anything, you should be praising me because I have the balls to tell you all to your face, that yes, I will do whatever it takes. If I have pull tights, gouge eyes, kick a man in his baby nuts, I will do it.
And yet, you all continue to throw up your hands when I do what I say I’m going to do. So, you know what? I will give you all another reason to do exactly the same thing this week, when I get my revenge on Senor Vinnie. Jack almost does a faceplam as he mentions Vinnie’s name. Almost a feeling of cringe washes over him, but a finger is raised.
Jack: Oh yes, Senor Vinnie. The man you are now pinning your hopes on because a month or so ago, he managed a fluke victory and he got his hand raised. I have no shame in admitting it, it happened, even the great ones slip up from time to time, and that’s exactly what happened. I’m not making any excuses, because I don’t need to. Vinnie got one win and all of a sudden, he’s the man around here? Please. What, he beat Alexander Raven? Who? Who is Alexander Raven? What has he done? Nothing. Then he beats Fenris? Yeah, I beat Fenris too, what’s that supposed to mean to me? In fact, Fenris didn’t even show up and refused to be a team player when he was supposed to face me. He sends his sorry ass brother to fight his battles. He can claim “moral high ground” all he wants, but we all know the real story. He wanted nothing to do with the match, because he knew he was going to lose anyway, but sure, he was just upset about the match. Guess what? I didn’t like the match type either, but I still did it.
But no, you all want to sit here now and act like you care and you’re pulling for Vinnie to do something that he managed to do before on his best day. Well, June 12th isn’t about to be Vinnie’s best day, I will tell you that right now. He’s going to get his ass beat, and then you can all cry about it online, because I will still be the Internet champion, and you can take that to the bank, like I take my winnings. It’s as simple as that.
Oh, but I can hear your twitter fingers mashing those keys and typing in all caps and unleashing the fury on me about how I barely got by Goth, and Vinnie has all this momentum and I am clearly underestimating Vinnie. When the real truth is, I underestimate EVERYONE. And you know why? Because everyone in this company has proven at one time or another, they will do some stupid shit and not compete the way they should. Everyone at one time has proven they suck. Everyone has proven themselves to be hypocrites and liars. I am not one of those people. My standards are high, and everyone consistently has failed to meet those standards. So yeah, I wouldn’t count on any single person in this company to water a lawn, much less compete at my level. I am head and shoulders about people like Vinnie, and when I get drug down to that level, all of a sudden, I’m in danger of losing this championship.
And that’s what you fail to realize is happening right in front of your faces. Jack’s smirk returns, but if fades just as quickly as it appears as he sits down, easing himself into his recliner as he continues.
Jack: You all do understand now that it’s a bad day for me when I lose to people like Vinnie. You know that, right? And it’s because I am at that level where you hate that I win, but at the end of the day, you EXPECT me to win. You know I’m going to do what I have to do, and then I win, and the whole cycle starts over again, but in the back of your minds, you knew it was going to happen anyway. So, when I take Vinnie out this week, you shouldn’t be shocked anymore. You should learn to just accept that I am the man. You will have to just accept that no matter how hard the people you want to take me down try, they will fail, and you are the one who has to go online and complain.
Because as Internet champion, I see it all now. I see every stupid word the mouth-breathing neckbeards post as they eat their party sized bag of Dorito’s and drink their two-liter Fanta. I see them all just littering my internet with toxic shit and complaints and everybody is an expert on all this. And every time they expect me to fall, I go even higher. You are all just getting mad and it makes me laugh. Why you all are mad online is beyond me, but you continue to give me a good laugh, and make this Internet championship, almost worth it, but there’s money involved and that obviously makes it worth more than your shitty opinions.
But you guys still want to harp on Vinnie because of what happened, you do that. Let that man be your hero, the one who’s finally going to stop me. Put all your faith in that man who can’t even decide if he’s Brother Vinnie, Senor Vinnie, Vincent Van Gogh or Vinnie Jones. Maybe all four. But yes, put your faith in this moron as your best hope. You do that, and you see how far it gets you. The man won a couple of matches in a row and now, you’re pinning everything on this match to beat me again. You are wishing and hoping and deep down in all your dumb little minds, you know that this man has no chance. You know I’m going to beat him, and you can’t do anything about it. It’s just how this is going to go, and in your heart of hearts, you know it’s the truth. Jack points at his own heart to emphasize the point. Then, it turns into a shrug.
Jack: But, you know, I don’t think I’m a bad guy. It’s all of you who give me that reputation. You put that on me, and I accepted it. I owned it. And that’s what really pisses you off. You did this, you created the monster, and now, you want to sit back and complain that I’m just too good to be where I am. That’s not my fault. I told everyone from the beginning I was going to rise to the top and I have. Senor Vinnie is a joke, and he will be disposed of.
I know he’s feeling himself right now, aren’t you Vinnie? You’re feeling like this is your best chance. This is the time where you are going to shine with the lights on at their brightest and you think you’ve got a chance in hell. Again, let’s just be real here, you got a win, a fluke win, and pretty much every time you and I have gotten into the ring together, you’ve been smashed and beaten and I’ve gone upward towards the top of the mountain. You on the other hand? Again, let’s be real, this current however long match win streak is as good as you’ve been in years. You’ve been floundering for a long time and latched onto failing groups just trying to stay relevant, and now, you’ve had this run of luck and you think you are hot shit right now. Because this is where you always imagined you’d be. Maybe, maybe not. Knowing you, you probably imagined you’d be Don Quixote or some shit right? A knight riding into battle, trying for some adventure.
Well, there’s two things here, Vinnie. Luck always runs out. Nobody beats the house. You don’t take the house. The house takes you. This company is based in Las Vegas anyway, right? You should know that by now. You can try and play the odds all you want, but just like everybody else who tries to doubt me, the odds are not in your favor. You won some matches, but your odds are pretty god damn slim, Vinnie. You know it, I know it, and everybody in the world knows it. You will end up going bust at the tables when you try and fuck with me. You may get one or two, but the trick is to quit while you’re still ahead. But you? You’re too stupid to know that. You’re keep pulling the slot, you’ll keep going all in, because it worked a time or two. You will continue to go for broke, and guess what? This Sunday, it’s all going to come back to bite you in the ass, because while you have dreams and goals of taking this championship from me, you’re going to walk away with NOTHING. Not a god damn thing.
And two, I had to read that stupid novel in middle school, and it was dumb then, and it’s dumb now. Don Quixote was a dumb ass old man who thought he was more than he was. That’s you to a fucking T, Vinnie. You really think you are something special. You want to try and find that adventure, well, I have news for you, this is not where you’re going to find it. You can ride the horse all you want, it will not make a lick of difference, because I’m going to not only knock you off that horse, I’m going to beat you into oblivion and maybe knock some sense into your head, like those guys beat up Don Quixote. Maybe then you will realize, like everybody else, I am at the very top of this game. The only reason I’m not the world champion right now, is because this championship affords me some unique opportunities. Opportunities that an idiot like you would obviously waste. You had this championship before, and you weren’t able to harness it’s potential. You failed to do anything of significance, and that has been the story of your whole career at this point. You have flashes of what you could be, but then it goes down the drain just as quickly as it appears. That’s what you do Vinnie.
You think you deserve this championship? No, you fucking don’t. All you deserve is the ass beating I’m going to give you, and then I will retain this championship, and you will walk away like so many other, licking your wounds and slowly coming to the realization that you can’t touch me. Nobody in this game can touch me. It has taken me less than two full years to rise to the top and stay there. I have already moved myself high on the list of championship reign, because unlike some idiots around here, I don’t need a bunch of random ass title reigns to show you I am at the top. All it takes is once, Vinnie. You proved already you were not ready to stay on top, you have fallen off the mountain just after reaching the peak. You are pathetic and you do not deserve to ever hold this championship, ever again. And you do not deserve to be in the same ring with me, ever again. Jack’s face now turns into the frown we are so accustomed to seeing.
Jack: I am doing big things Vinnie. Bigger than you could ever hope to imagine. And I can’t have someone like you trying to ruin it for me. You already brought me down once, and it you think that because I’ve said all the things I’ve said, that I’ve just forgotten that fact, and you are DEAD wrong. You will know Vinnie, when it’s all over that you were in the ring with a man who is just flat out better than you, and will not stand in my way as I make this championship as important as it should be. And the true talent can come after it. Not clowns like you who just get a shot at random. Oh no, that shit is about to end, we are about to put the stamp of approval down and I will continue to cement my legacy at your expense, and at the expense of all these other clowns who think they can hold a candle to me. You’re just going to be another victim. Just accept it, Vinnie, it’s all over for you, come Sunday.
But that doesn’t let any of you morons out there who continue to think I’m not everything I say I am off the hook. Oh no, you see, you people drive me, you make me want to stick it up your asses each and every time I go out there, just so I can see you stupid face, and read your angry comments when I get the chance. I mean, being real, I don’t spend much time on the Internet, I have things I need to do. I think more of you need to get outside and learn to just exist without the internet. Don’t worry about it though, I will keep it safe. I mean, I AM the Internet champion. And as Internet champion, I will continue to be at the top, and be the face you pay to see each and every time I go out there. I can’t wait to throw it back in each of every single one of your faces, as you rant and rave about how I’m this or I’m that or I’m overrated or whatever the case may be.
So, when I beat Senor Vinnie, and I retain the Internet championship... just know that all of you, played a role in that. So, you will have no one to blame but yourselves.
Learn to love it, people. I am the Face of this Franchise, and I will be for a long, long time. Keep hating though, it makes it all that much sweeter, and I will be laughing all the way to the bank.
Vinnie, I’ll see you on Sunday, you dumb mother fucker. Now, camera man, please, get out of here, I have more important things to do on the Internet. Get your caps lock ready, people. Give it to me, I want your hate. I want it all, because at the end of the day, I’ll still be laughing. With that, the promo is over, and we cut to black.
Click. Face. Of. The. Franchise.
