Prologue:
Jack was victorious in his last match against Jaycee McDonald, earning his the right to be in the King for a Day match at Violent Conduct. This is of course a match Jack thought he should have been in as he won the last one and shouldn’t have had to jump through hoops, but he did, and now, he is one match away from getting to make Climax Control in his image. All that remains before that is a tag match between the four men who will collide at Violent Conduct in the King for a Day match. As Jack teams with Alexander Raven to wrestle Austin Mercer, and Miles Kasey.
Outside the ring, Jack had another scare with his brother overdosing on morphine after a meeting with Sonny, an on again off again rival casino owner about people from Philadelphia possibly waging war on the street of Vegas with Jack, and with Sonny. Jack must piece this all together and it starts with family.
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Washington Estate,
Las Vegas, NV. Jason is in bed. He clearly needed to be. Resting up and recovering from his overdose. Jack walked in with a glass of water, and sat down at Jason’s bedside and ensured he was still awake and alert.
Jack: You okay?
Jason: I’m... I’m sorry bro.
Jack: Don’t. I don’t need sorry from you. I need you to get better.
Jason: I know I shouldn’t have done it man, but I was in pain. I needed it. I just.. I took too much man.
Jack: Why didn’t you tell me that? We could get you some help, bro. You don’t need to hide that kind of shit from me. Seriously. Don’t do that.
Jason: I needed it.
Jack: I get that part, Jason. I understand that you need it for everything you went through as a solider. I get that man. But you hid it from me on the sly. You didn’t tell me. Don’t do that to me, don’t do that to this family.
Jason: I... I’m sorry.
Jack: Just get better. And when you get better, we’re going to get you off that, or at least get you on some kind of schedule. I’m not going to have this. I can’t lose you right now, Jay. I fucking can’t. There’s too much going on and I... WE got our backs against the wall. This isn’t the time for it.
Jason: You’re right man. I’m sorry, I just... I need to rest.
Jack: Then rest. I’ll take care of you until you’re better, then we’ll get back to running this fucking place.
Jason: Yeah...
Jack: Yeah. Get better.
Jason: I just didn't want to fuck it up, I guess I did.
Jack: What happened happened, you are Brian are what really matters. That's what I need. I need my family. We, are all we got now. I can get revenge if they take you out. I can settle that score. I can't do anything if you take yourself out. You understand. You are too important to do that to yourself. I'm gonna get you the help you need.
Jason: Thanks, bro.
Jack: Yeah.
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On Camera:
Click Jack is usually in one of two modes: An agry scowl, or a smug smile, today it’s the smug smile as he lounges in his recliner to greet us.
Jack: Well, well, well. Look at what happened. I earned the opportunity to be in the King for a Day match, which I shouldn’t have needed to, but I jumped through the hoop placed in front of me, yet again, and now I am in the match officially. It’s becoming comical to me the amount of roadblocks that continue to be put in my way and I swerve around them every time, and yet, I can’t get any respect. I mean, my god this is getting sad. The state of this division is a mess and I just have to roll my eyes at people like Calvin Harris who is just floundering and has to put his stupid face on TV and still, nobody gives a rats ass about him. I don’t understand why he doesn’t go around shaking hands and whatever. Isn’t that what a champion is supposed to do? Instead he’s on TV basically saying “Look at me, I have a title!” and still... nobody cares. I made that title mean something and he is basically taking all of my hard work and flushing it down the toilet. But hey, that’s what a champion is, I guess. Way to be, right?
But he can have that title, and lower its credibility, I’ve already moved on to bigger and better things. It’s only a matter of time before I win King for a Day, and yes, I will put myself in a world title match, and then I will win it, and then everything will be back to the way it should be. The only real loose end is this stupid tag match putting the other three losers in a match with me. You all know how I am with this. I don’t play well with others. I don’t need anybody else to watch my back, you know why? Because I know enough to do it on my own and not trust any of the clowns. I’m not going to put one ounce of trust into these guys, and why should I? Then again, the whole concept here is that nobody should trust their partner. But I don’t work well with others unless they actually listen to what I say. I’m a leader and the face of this franchise for a reason. Jack sits up in the chair, to put emphasis on his mood.
Jack: I already have to fucking groan because I have to team with Alexander Raven. I mean... Jesus this dude just won’t leave me alone. I thought after taking his title, and beating his ass like 5 times that he’d get the hint. But no, he’s going to stand on the apron and expect me to tag him in or like we’re going to work together or something. The only way this works is if he actually is capable on not fucking this up. Which given his history is a fool’s errand. All he has to do is not suck for 5 minutes, and we’ll actually win. But again, I have zero faith in that happening on Sunday.
I mean, Miles and Austin Mercer? Ugh, I thought Mercer was gone for good this time. He keeps coming back like a fucking pimple. He just won’t go away. He continues to stomp around like a knuckle-dragging idiot and things he’s got something. He’s mean, he’s vicious, he’s a keyboard warrior for sure. I would think someone like Austin wouldn’t bother with that, but then I remember he’s an idiot and thinks he’s so cool when the exact opposite is true. And let’s just face it, Mercer’s here because he couldn’t actually beat Miles, and Miles couldn’t beat him. It’s just so sad when this happens and then people run around like they’ve accomplished something simply because they didn’t lose. If Mercer was half the man he thinks he is, he would have beaten Miles and then Miles wouldn’t even be here. He’d be laying around licking his wounds like Carter and nobody would be batting an eyelash.
But no, obviously Austin isn’t good enough to do that, so he just lucks into this. It’s really sad. I mean, didn’t Raven have the Troll to wrestle? What the hell is up with that? Why is it I have to stave off the new up and coming wrestler, the flavor of the month, and these guys get cake walks? And not only do they get cakewalks, they don’t even win! I guess Raven won, but if you’re bragging about beating the Troll, I feel bad for you. The point is, Mercer couldn’t get that job done, and after they beat each other up, or... Mercer failed to do enough to actually win, they’re here. Pathetic. But he’s gonna act like he’s something special, and try and lead Miles when his leadership skills couldn’t get somebody out of a t-shirt.
And Miles is just in the same boat. He couldn’t beat Austin Mercer, and now he’s here. I hope this dude is thanking his lucky stars that he’s here, because they continue to give him chance after chance and all he does is fail. It’s a hard luck story, and you know I’d dig it even more if it had a happy ending, but the fact is, it won’t have a happy ending. If he couldn’t beat Austin Mercer’s big goofy ass, why does he deserve to be here. That’s right, I’m questioning you, Miles.
I'm throwing down this punk card at your feet. I did the same thing to Austin a couple of years ago, and he never bothered to pick it up. Are you going to do the same thing? And are you going to let this dude try and lead your team? He’s a moron. You may suck, but at least you’re not AS stupid. You going to sit back and let Austin Mercer tell you what to do? I know I wouldn’t. I’m questioning whether or not you have to balls to actually step up and be what everybody seems to think you are. And I can tell you, you’re not going to do it with Austin Mercer with you.
And Raven, You just might be the luckiest man on the planet. Because I’m going to lead you, much like I’ve lead this entire company, to a win. You will probably never win a more important match in your life. I mean, to me, this whole thing is a waste of time, but hey, don’t say I never did anything for you, because you are about to get your hand raised, once again, when you don’t even deserve it.
The bottom line is I’m the only winner here. The other three are losers, either by choice, or by birth. And I’m going to show everyone a little preview of what will happen at Violent Conduct when I walk away King for a Day. I might just take out all three of them Sunday, but I won’t. Not because I can’t, but because I wouldn’t rob you all of all your hard-earned money.
You plop that down for me, at Violent Conduct. This will be just another example of why I am the face of this franchise. Jack shoos the camera away as we fade out.
Click. Face. Of. The. Franchise.
