Prologue:
Jack obviously did not have a good time at Summer XXXtreme, not only not being able to fish, not only not being able to stay away from people, but also lost the Internet title. Though the loss was significant, the loss wasn’t really the most important thing to Jack as now as has his sights set on a bigger prize. Jack now prepares to face Jaycee McDonald in the qualifying match for the King for a Day match. Jack is well versed in the match having won it previously. Now, will lightning strike twice?
Outside the ring, The Washington’s have returned the favor and seemingly allowed free reign for the Philadelphia crew to do what they wish in Vegas. It is unknown if the peace will last, but Jack and family are still very wary of anything going down. This is being done as a test to see if the peace is real in the first place. How long with it last, if it lasts at all? And who will be the one to break it if it’s real? --
Harrah’s Hotel and Casino
Las Vegas, NV It was a familiar sight to see Sonny, Jack’s on again/off again ally and rival casino owner standing on his balcony and smoking a cigar. He has his golf putter, lining up a ball when his buzzer sounded. He sighed and shook his head.
Sonny: Always when I’m practicing.
Sonny marched over and answered the buzzer.
Sonny: What is it, Alice.
Alice: The Washington’s are here as you asked.
Sonny smirked and adjusted his shirt and pulled a comb out of his pocket and brushed his already thinning hair back a few strokes.
Sonny: Send them in.
The buzzer sounded and the mechanical lock unlocked and the door opened. Jack and Jason walked in, Jack looking confident, but Jason a little jittery as Jack shook Sonny’s hand.
Jack: Sonny.
Sonny: Kid...
Sonny looked over at Jason and was about to extend his hand, but looked worried.
Sonny: Is he okay?
Jack: He’s just tired. And a little nervous, anxiety and all.
Sonny: I see.
Jack: So, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?
Sonny: You want anything to drink?
Jack: No, sir. We’re just here for business. I thought we agreed to part ways last time.
Sonny: We did. We certainly did.
Sonny poured himself a drink of congac and took a sip.
Sonny: But I hear that you’ve got some boys from back home giving you trouble.
Jack: And where would a man like you hear some small time stuff like that?
Sonny: You have to have eyes and ears everywhere, kid.
Jack: You don’t need to worry about it.
Sonny: Oh, but I do. You see, whether or not you plan to deal with them is one thing. But if they start messing with MY stuff, then we both have a problem.
Jack: Are you saying that this is my problem? Because it’s not my problem, Sonny. I moved away from them, and I came out here. I didn’t ask for permission.
Sonny: And now they just show up, out of nowhere, after all this time? You’ll have forgive my suspicion, but it looks all too convincing right now.
Jack: You think I set this up?
Sonny: That’s why we’re here, kid. I want to know if I should continue to look extra hard, over my shoulder, or if you are going to handle that.
Jack: It’s been handled Sonny. I didn’t set anything up to go after you. Why would I? We helped each other out, and then we went our separate ways. That was us concluding business.
Jason, who was still jittery and moving frantically at this point, stood up, shouting.
Jason: WE AINT WITH THEM! THEY AIN’T WITH US, MAN!
Sonny slowly turned his head, almost amused at the outburst and put his hands up in an effort to calm Jason down.
Sonny: Easy there, jitterbug. I just needed to be sure.
Jack stood up and grabbed Jason to lead him out of the room, excusing himself and Jason in the process.
Jack: Listen bro, you gotta let me handle this.
Jason: I’m... I’m sorry... he’s just got it all wrong bro, you know that. We ain’t with them.
Jack: I know that, you know that. I need to make sure he knows that and it doesn’t do us any good if you’re going to scream and yell like that. Okay, you need to relax.
Jason was still jittery and Jack finally took notice of this fully.
Jack: Jay, what’s the matter with you?
Jason: I just need some sleep, bro. I’m sorry, adrenaline kicking in. I’m wired right now.
Jack: Let me just handle this and then we’ll get you some rest.
The Washington’s returned to the room and Jack say back down.
Jack: Sorry about that. But to be clear, we’re not with them. They offered us a truce. I don’t buy it for a second, but if they do anything it’ll be against me, not you.
Sonny: For your sake, I hope you’re right.
Jack: Yeah. Is there anything else you wanted to discuss?
Sonny: Not unless you’re into golf.
Jack: No, just fishing.
Sonny: Ah, not really my thing, but... it’s nice to have a hobby.
Jack: Yeah.
Sonny: We’ll see you around, kid.
--
Washington Estate
Las Vegas, NV It was later in the evening and Brian and Jack were at the kitchen table, and Jason was in his room. Jack and Brian were discussing the events of the day.
Jack: I really don’t want Sonny on our ass as well as anything from the boys.
Brian: This could be a bigger problem then. I don’t know if Sonny’s really going to buy that we’re not with the boys. Even if we’re not.
Jack: By the way, have you noticed anything weird with Jay?
Brian: He was acting kind of jittery, just said he was tired. He got some kind of black bag today and I haven’t seen him since he went into the room to lay down.
Jack: Black bag?
Jack and Brian are about to continue when music from Jason’s room begins blaring as it was at a dull roar before. Jack and Brian stand up and look at each other.
Jack: What the?
Brian: That kid...
Jack and Brian head to the door and knock. Obviously since the music is so loud, it’s unlikely it was heard. Jack then bangs on the door and there is still no answer. Jack tries to open it the door but it won’t open easily, as something was clearly blocking it. Eventually shoulders the door open and is horrified at what he sees.
Jack: Jay!
The reason for the loudness was Jason, slumped over and his body having hit the stereo. His lips were blue, his sleeve rolled up and a morphine needle sticking out of his arm. He was basically snoring and had labored breathing.
Jack: Jesus! Call an ambulance!
Jack pulled the need out of Jason’s arm and pulled him to a sitting position. His eyes were glazed over and he wasn’t responsive to anything.
Jack: Jay, what the fuck are you doing! Jay! Answer me!
Jason did not respond, nearly catatonic from the clear overdose of morphine. Jack looked around and there were small vials of morphine in the black bag Brian had seen earlier.
Jack: Just stay with me, we’re gonna get you some help!
--
Sunrise Hosptial and Medical Center
Las Vegas, NV. Jack and Brian pace nervously outside the ER waiting room. It seems like ages that they wait with no word. Finally a doctor comes out from the double doors as Jack and Brian stand up, Jack rushes over.
Jack: How is he?
Doctor: He’s... sedated, but he’ll pull through. We’re doing everything we can to flush his system. It’s going to take a while, but we have him under observation, but he’s still going to stay a while here.
Jack and Brian both seemingly breathe a sigh of relief from hearing that.
Brian: We had no idea.
Doctor: Most addicts are pretty good at hiding symptoms. From what the nurses told me it was him falling over and going unconscious that may have saved him.
Jack: Fuck...
Doctor: He’ll just need some rest, but you can go home and rest easy. He’s going to make it.
Jack: He better. THAT'S MY BROTHER MAN! YOU HELP HIM!
Brian has to physically restrain Jack and pulls him away.
Brian: Come on Stick... nothing more we can do here...
Brian has to lead Jack to the hallway and out the front door for fresh air so Jack can compose himself.
Brian: He's gonna okay, Stick.
Jack: That's my brother, Brian, you and him... that's all I got man.
Brian: He's where he needs to be now. There's nothing you can do for him now. He's gonna make it, and that's all that matters.
Jack: Why the fuck did he do that?
Brian: He's an addict, Jack.
Jack: Nah, this... this happened because... because of me.
Brian: What?
Jack: I saw it today and he was freaking out and I yelled at him to calm down and I think he did this to himself because of me.
Brian: You need some rest, Jack. Come on...
--
On Camera:
Click.
Jack sits, once again with the scowl and annoyed look about him.
Jack: After the past couple of weeks, I’ve been in a really shitty mood. But oh, is this the part where I’m supposed to complain about losing the Internet title? I said from the jump I didn’t give a rats ass about it, and that if given the opportunity, I would gladly hand it over if it meant I get a shot at the world title. I simply made a title worth giving a shit about. I did think about it, but at the end of the day, the title just isn’t important to me enough for me to try and win it again from Calvin Harris. He’s going to mess the whole thing up, and I am tired of trying to clean up messes left by lesser champions. So, Calvin can have that title for as long as he wants. I don’t care. I can take it back from him at any time I wish, but right now it’s not important to me.
What more do I have to gain from being the Internet champion? I did everything I needed to the first time, and this time was just icing on the cake, and then it became an albatross. It was an annoying trinket that made my luggage heavier and wasn’t worth it. But the top prize? The world title? That’s worth it. I already won that twice, proving I am everything I say that I am, and a third time just cements the point.
I don’t care about losing the Internet title, especially on that stupid cruise where I couldn’t even fish and be happy, I was miserable the entire time, and I am so very thankful that we are off that stupid boat now and I don’t have to worry about it until next year. Now, I can focus on the stuff that truly matters.
It was undeniable, as it usually is with me, that I deserve to get rewarded for what I’ve done. Most of the time it takes me screaming at the top of my lungs after doing what people don’t want me to be able to do, and winning time and time again, but this time, at least there wasn’t any room to try and keep me out of what is now the biggest thing in SCW right now. The King and Queen for a day challenge. You know the last time we did this stuff, I WON. I know, it shouldn’t come as a shock or a surprise to you at this point, but people like to try and downplay everything I’ve done at one point or another.
And then, I used it to get myself what I wanted. A shot at the world title. So it should come as no surprise, again, that that’s exactly what I’m going to do when I win the damn thing this time. Yeah, I’m calling my shot because unlike a lot of people in this company, I have the balls to do so. J2H just won the title and he’s on notice. He can know I’m gunning for him all he wants, it will not stop me from beating his ass and taking the world title for a third time. Jack’s words are those of an extremely confident person as he continues on.
Jack: Oh, but wait, I suppose there’s one small problem in the way. Jaycee McDonald. Yet another Jet City reject. I mean, do we really need more of these Jet City people around here? All they do is win, and then lose and leave. That’s it. What more do they bring to the table? They hang around and then bail. But sure, let’s reward them, let’s keep giving them chance after chance knowing the exact same thing is going to happen again. If they succeed, they’re just going to disappear like a magician in a puff of smoke. So the question must be asked, why bother?
I would say that maybe Jaycee isn’t like the others, but no, he bailed too. He admitted it himself. And yet, here he is, getting rewarded. Has this man done ANYTHING of note since returning? No. And yet, here we are, rewarding him. It sickens me that these people continue to get opportunities from like 5 years ago, because we have to keep our word because they earned them and then vanished into thin air.
What’s going to happen when this happens again? What’s going to be the excuse this time? I mean, Jaycee goes on and wins King for a day and then oops, he’s gone now so he can’t make the matches, we’ll just wait 5 more years and when he comes back we’ll let him do it? That’s stupid and it’s stupid he’s even in this match.
I mean, even the match preview is making shit up to make him seem important. Jaycee McDonald fell short at Summer XXXtreme? Excuse me what? The man didn’t even have a match, he wasn’t on the card, he had nothing to do on the cruise, until he answered an open challenge. So, how in the hell did he fall short? He fell short of having a match in the first place? It’s absurd just how many lengths we’re going to, to make these Jet City jack-offs look like a bigger thing then they really are.
Losing to Carter? Who cares. I’m just so tired of this nonsense where this stupid house of cards group keeps getting built back up, until they crumble again. Is this really what we should be doing? Hell, I have to ask the question why there even IS a qualifier to begin with. We all know that I am the only choice in this matter. Let’s stop handing Jet City things they don’t deserve and hoping that it keeps them around longer than 3 months.
I mean, we’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel is Jaycee McDonlad is the best we can come up with at this point. Maybe we can bring back Casey Williams, hell let’s bring Jordan Williams back. Why the hell not? Let’s put them in these stupid qualifier matches. At the end of the day, there is no better option than me.
Jack points to himself, but shrugs before continuing.
Jack: I don’t care about Jaycee McDonlad or what type of athlete he is or how he’s the future, he’s the future for about 3 months and then he’ll be gone and maybe he’ll show up two summers from now and then we’ll have to start this whole thing all over again where we all have to pretend to give two shits about Jet City people. This shit has to stop.
All JayCee is to me, is the next guy in front of me. That’s it, nothing more. Beating him does not do me any favors outside of putting me in the match I should already be in. He’s just the guy I have to beat. I don’t care to know his name otherwise. He’s a name, a face, in a place, at a show. He might be the most althetic person this side of LeBron James in his prime. He just might be the most athleticly gifted, or the hardest hitter, or the fastest runner or highest jumper. He might have all the bells and whistles that you look for. But at the end of the day, I don’t care. He’s just a guy. He may have all the potential in the world.
But let’s have potential in one hand and shit in the other and see which fills up first, right?
But maybe this is what you all wanted, right? This is who you really want to get behind right? Hoping he beats me, and he moves and then I’m stuck twiddling my thumb because I lost the opportunity. That’s what this is really about. It’s the only reason I should have to compete in a qualifier. I am a two-time Internet and World champion. People have walked in and back into this company and just been handed shit. I won the whole thing last time. Shouldn’t I be the defender of this? Shouldn’t that grant me automatic entrance into the King for a Day match? Why should I have to earn it all over again?
This is the reason why, right? So we can try and spotlight a jack-off like JayCee McDonald and act like we are somehow equals. We’re automatically equals if he wins, right? Is that how it works now? I can beat 40 guys but the next time I don’t win all of a sudden a guy who has 2 wins is equal to me? What kind of horseshit is that? We are not equals. I was defending the second biggest championship in this company, and JayCee couldn’t get a match if his life depended on it. WE. ARE. NOT. FUCKING. EQUALS.
So what I’m going to do, and it will bring me just that much more satisfaction, is kick the shit out of another one of your hopefuls. I’m going to beat him, and then you will once again have to deal with me, and have to deal with the fact that I am the cream of the crop around here. I am exactly what I say I am, and you are looking not only at the winner of the match, but you’re looking at the next king for a day. You better start believing, people. If you’re not on the bandwagon, you should be. But then you don’t have to be. I’ll go straight to the top again, with, or without your approval.
JayCee, you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jack shoos the camera away as the scene fades.
Click. Face. Of. The. Franchise.
