[Jayden]

( OOC: Google docs say its 4,998 words! Best of luck dude! )

Angry footsteps connected with the concrete pavement of the parking garage. Turns out those angry stomps were coming from none other than Jayden. He was just moments kicked out of the building thanks to Christian Underwood’s word and his security goons. Needless to say the young twenty one year old was anything but happy.

JAYDEN: This is bullshit!

He had approached his rental car for the night. Gripping that handle and flung the driver’s side door open. Before flopping himself down inside and then reaching to slam the door shut. His face was turning a very angry shade of red. The amount of pissed off likely couldn't even be put into words. Especially considering this was coming from a man that got everything he wanted. A man that was never told no.

This was likely something that the young man was going to have to get used to and get used to it soon. Even more so with dealing with Christian. History had shown with the company, he was a man that didn’t take shit from anyone. Didn’t matter who the star was. Jayden then slammed his hands against the steering wheel being forced to really come to grips with all that happened.

JAYDEN: How dare they fucking protect them!

He gripped that steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Then all of the sudden a very loud sound was heard.

“HUZZAH!”

Popping out from behind Jayden in the backseat was GUY. He had that wide smile across his lips and his King’s Crown just slightly tilted on his head. The eyes of Jayden flared up as he slowly turned himself around to glare at him.

JAYDEN: What the hell are you doing in my car, freak?!

GUY: Guy has been here the whole time silly goose!

JAYDEN: What?!

GUY: Shhhh! Those are minor details friend!

Reaching up and around Jayden, Guy placed his finger to the young man’s lips to ‘shh’ him. That didn’t settle well with Jayden at all. He quickly slapped the hand of Guy away from him.

JAYDEN: Don’t touch me!

GUY: Feisty little fella!

He found himself snickering for a brief second. However there was nothing that Jayden found funny about this situation.

GUY: Oh by the way, you left your phone in the car. Whomever Raia is, those are some nice melons! Probably shouldn’t send pics like that though. Russia hacks phones like crazy!

JAYDEN: You... You.... Ugh!

That seemed to be a triggering factor. Jayden forcefully grabbed the door handle once again and then violently shoved the door open. Getting out in a serious fit of rage before grabbing the door handle to the back door and ripping it open. Close to off the hinges with how annoyed he was.

JAYDEN: Get out! Get the fuck out now!

He snapped his fingers and made a motion with his hand to follow to make his point clear he wanted the man out of his car. However it wasn’t going to be that easy it seemed. Guy just poked his head out a little bit.

GUY: Relax for a second. Guy only caught a ride because he’s got something to tell you. Very good news!

JAYDEN: I don’t want to hear shit you say. Now get the hell out. I’m not going to say it again!

GUY: Trust Guy on this one. You’re going to want to list---

Before he could even finish his statement. Jayden reached into the back seat of the rental car and grabbed a hold of the man by his cape dragging him out of the backseat.  Guy hit the concrete pavement with a little bit of a thud. All of which didn’t phrase Jayden in the least bit. He slammed the back door shut and started to make his way back into the driver’s side.

GUY: How rude! This isn’t how you treat your King!

By that point he had started to pick himself up off the ground. Dusting the cape off and then grabbing the crown that had fallen off. Before Jayden could slam the door shut, Guy snatched it. Jayden’s eyes narrowed again, snapping a nasty look in his direction.

JAYDEN: If you don’t---

GUY: Next week King Guy is going to give you douchebag Alexander!

No sooner than those words came out of Guy’s mouth. Jayden’s expression let up a little bit. It was like music to his ears finding out he was going to get his hands on the man he wanted to harm more than anything right this second.

JAYDEN: What’s the catch, freak?

GUY: Huzzah! Guy is offended! How dare you think so poorly of your King!

JAYDEN: Bitch, you ain’t MY King. That’s first and foremost. And secondly. No one does anyone any favors for free. There’s always a catch. They always want something in return.

GUY: Not this King. No, not at all. King Guy rewards his friends and rewards those that deserve to have things go in their favor once.

JAYDEN: Not your friend, but pop off I guess.

His expression soured at the word ‘friend’ but ultimately whatever got him his way. He’d let someone be delusional long enough for him to get his hands on Alexander.

GUY: As a matter of fact King Guy wants to sweeten the pot a little more. It is very apparent based on some other things I saw on your phone. You’re fond of choking... She’s very pretty. You really shouldn’t.

JAYDEN: Shut the hell up!

GUY: Gah! All King Guy is saying is be careful. You can catch a case that way... Anyway! Wonderful ideas hit your king. So next week you and douchebag Alexander. One on one. In a submission only thirty minute Ironman Match! Huzzah! Brilliant right?!

For a moment silence consumed Jayden. He sat there thinking about the match and what was being offered to him. Instant thoughts and images of Alexander being forced to tap while crying in agony filled his head. It would work for him.

JAYDEN: It’ll do for now. But understand I’m not going to thank you or anything. As well as understand that his funeral is on your hands.

GUY: Psht! Funeral for douchey Alexander? No one would come to that. Just dig a shallow grave out back and dump him in it when all is said and done.

JAYDEN: ... You’re a weird freak but a little fucked in the head sometimes. I can respect that.

GUY: Huzzah! See, we’re meant to be best friends!

Jayden just looked at the painted face weirdo and shook his head. Finally, closing the door to the rental car and started it up.

GUY: Wait! Wait! Let Guy hop in. We’ll be road doggs together.

JAYDEN: Get fucked homie, I ride solo!

Before Guy had a chance to react to his words. Jayden put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot with quickness. Tossing it in drive and floored the gas to peel out of the parking garage. Looking up in the rear view mirror briefly to see Guy trying to chase after him, but he was never going to catch up. Jayden got what he needed, next week was something to look forward to.


Each step that Jayden made down the stairs Saraia was following him. Carefully clutching their nearly year old daughter in her arms. The expression on his face said it all he was annoyed. Very annoyed. Something that she didn’t get or didn’t care to get.

SARAIA: I don’t get what the issue is.

JAYDEN: The issue is I don’t want to do it and you don’t like taking no for an answer.

SARAIA: If you didn’t disrespect me and tell me I sucked at wrestling weeks ago. We wouldn’t even be having this conversation. So, now I want to prove you wrong.

JAYDEN: Then go fucking do that. Why the hell do you want me to train you to help you prove me wrong? You don’t make any sense!

They both rounded the corner into the living room area. Saraia quickly put the baby down in her playpen before both of her arms folded across her chest. She glared a hole in the side of Jayden’s head whom was now sitting down turning the television on.

SARAIA: I’ll just tell your mom when she gets here then.

JAYDEN: Tell my mom? What are you five? She’s not going to have a dog in this fight. She’s not going to give a shit at all.

SARAIA: Sounds like you’re pretty confident. Guess we’ll see as soon as she gets here. Latina women stick together regardless of their relationship with someone, boo. You need to get that through your head.

No sooner than those words came out of her mouth. There was a KNOCK at the door. The devilish grin crossed over Saraia’s lips.

SARAIA: Looks like she’s right on time!

She attempted to walk towards the front door, but before she could get any further. Jayden stood himself up from the couch and got in her mouth. Glaring at her for a second before taking it upon himself to head for the door himself. Twisting the doorknob and pulling it open. As soon as it came open Carmen was pushing herself in.

CARMEN: Where’s my grandbaby at?!

JAYDEN: Hi to you too, Mom.

CARMEN: Ahhh! There she is!

His mother’s voice was in a high pitched squeal as Jayden rolled his eyes once again. That’s when he attempted to shut the door and a massive hand slammed against it to prevent the door from shutting. Jayden brought his eyes back around to come face to face with his father.

JAYDEN: Oh, I didn’t know you were coming.

MICHAEL: I wasn’t until I saw what happened at Into The Void. We need to talk.

JAYDEN: Listen Dad. I really--

MICHAEL: I said we need to talk. Don’t make me say it again!

The tone in his voice said it all. He was serious and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Sighing a little bit Jayden started to walk out the door and closed it behind him. Standing there on the porch facing the man that taught him everything he knows.

MICHAEL: First and foremost. Your mother told me you called a couple weeks ago and you had some choice words for me. About me. How I raised you.

JAYDEN: I was frustrated.

MICHAEL: Well the next time you want to show that you got hair on your chest and vocalize that you’re frustrated. Be a man and voice that shit to me. Understood?!

JAYDEN: ... Yeah, I understand.

Based on the facial expression given. Jayden didn’t approve of how he was being talked to. Biting his tongue at that moment. Holding himself back knowing that things would just blow up if he said anything.

MICHAEL: I’m more than aware that I wasn’t the best father I could have been, but as you're finding out now. Being a wrestler, and being at the top of your game. All while providing for your family isn’t easy.

JAYDEN: We don’t need to have this conversation.

MICHAEL: But we do. It’s only going to get harder from here Jayden. The bigger you become. The more successful you become. You’re going to start missing birthdays and holidays. Lots of firsts. You’ll finally understand it completely then. But with that being said you need to be around when you can and that means I don’t want to see that shit again that I saw at Into The Void.

JAYDEN: See what?

MICHAEL: I don’t ever want to see you in another match like that ever again.

Jayden just stood there offended for a second. His facial expression said it all. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing come out of his father’s mouth.

MICHAEL: One wrong move could have had you paralyzed. One piece of glass going into a vital organ and you wouldn’t be here anymore. I get that you felt you had a point to prove. I really get it more than anyone else, but you gotta start putting them first. The best you can and that means wrestling smarter.

JAYDEN: This is coming from a man that I witnessed my mother pull shards of glass out of his scalp when I was seven. A man that I watched have barbed wire be cut out of him because he took things too far with someone is telling me that I should wrestle smarter. No offense, old man. I am trying to remain respectful as I can be. But I’m not going to have you ask me to change my style. Not when you did it. And not when you trained me this way.

MICHAEL: Good thing I wasn’t asking you anything, Jayden. I was fucking telling you.

JAYDEN: Who the fuck do---

It was the glare that consumed his father’s eyes that silenced Jayden once again. He was being true to his word. He was trying to be respectful, but it was becoming harder and harder. His father was forgetting he was twenty one, not twelve anymore.

MICHAEL: And another thing I’m telling you. This situation with James. And now Alexander. Leave it alone. Back down.

JAYDEN: Excuse me?!

MICHAEL: I understand that I pulled you into my bullshit last year. I shouldn’t have done that. And it’s clear doing that along with my reputation has gotten you heat. It’s gotten a target painted on your back. Now, I’m not telling you to back down because you can’t win. I’m telling you to back down for the sake of your family. Two on one doesn’t end well ninety percent of the time. And those two aren’t worth it.

JAYDEN: I can’t believe this shit is coming out of your mouth right now.

MICHAEL: Well it is. James is a self entitled prick. He always will be. He’s got all the right people in his back pocket. You’ll forever be fighting an uphill battle. And Alexander? Someone that delusional and out of touch with reality. They become dangerous in a lot of ways. This isn’t worth it. It’s not the fight you want. You can handle it, but you need to back down for the sake of your family.

JAYDEN: No, I’m drawing the line here. You’re not going to dictate shit to me anymore. Especially not now, not after all these years!

It had finally snapped within him. He was triggered to be pushed over the edge and he wasn’t going to have it.

MICHAEL: Jayden. You better watch how you talk to me, boy.

JAYDEN: No fuck you. I’m done with your manipulation and gaslighting. You’re not going to get me to back down from James. And I’m damn sure not backing down from someone like Alexander. Not when you’re afraid that I have a chance to be bigger than you ever were and it would show taking them on. Nah, your ego can suffer. I’m taking them on. By myself. Starting with Alexander on Sunday!

Michael’s eyes could be seen narrowing. His face was turning red. His son speaking to him in a way he never had before was not going over well. But before it could boil over anymore that door came swinging open and forcing both men to look at Carmen in the doorway. She glared right at her son.

CARMEN: Jayden David! You will teach that girl how to wrestle and you’ll like it! That is your future wife!

Standing a little bit into the background behind his mother was Saraia. She had just the most smug smirk on her lips knowing she had gotten her way.

JAYDEN: Fuck!

That’s all the man could manage to get out of his mouth. Now something else is being added to his plate. But it was a lot better than continuing this conversation with his father. After all his mind was made up and there was no talking him out of it.


“Congratulations...”

The most sarcastic clap overcame the hands of Jayden. His narrowed eyes focused on the camera before him.

“You ended up winning a participation trophy in the form of the Roulette Championship last week Alexander. Guess, you gotta be rewarded somehow am I right? You failed to win the Blast From The Past tournament. You fail to ever become a contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. In fact in most big match situations you choke more than Mia Malkova on a Friday afternoon with four dudes around.”

Only a slight smirk seemed to cross the expression of the Brat. Otherwise the serious set of eyes remained focused on the little red dot..

“And of course since you stuck your nose in my business. The powers that be - the same powers that you claim are holding you down went and gave you a championship match despite losing the finals. Yeah, I know it wasn’t Christian or Mark that actually gave you the title match. It was that one trick pony Victoria or whatever her name is. But let’s be real here shall we Alexander? If they really had a problem with you like you claim. They very-very easily could have vetoed that championship match.

After all, they run the company. They can do whatever the hell they want and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. But that didn’t happen to you. You got the match and somehow someway you managed to win. Got a shiny little title. To which I would very much like to point out had I been allowed in the building last week. You wouldn't have even made it out for your match, but you know the very people that you claim don’t care about you. Are the same ones that barred me from the building to protect you.”

Jayden found himself shaking his head from side to side at that moment. In his mind it didn’t make sense, but then again he had to break it down and look at the bigger picture. When it came to Alexander Raven, common sense and logic just wasn’t a thing.

“In the little bit of time I’ve taken out of my day to scope you out and see what I am getting myself into. There are two things that are a constant with you, Alexander. The first one being you love a good conspiracy theory. You love to twist things anyway that you can to define your shortcomings and your failures. You love telling a story to make yourself look good. Your dick seems to get real hard when you can manipulate things into your favor.

Well allow me to be the one to tell you the facts when it comes to all of this make believe that you’ve got in your head. First and foremost, there is no conspiracy theory against you. There never was. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood aren’t going out of their way to hold you back and prevent you from succeeding. Fact of the matter is, you just ain’t that fucking good. You never have been, You likely never will be. Not as long as you’re a delusional little bitch.

And another thing all this little fit throwing you’re doing like a toddler. You know by reminding everyone that your contract is up in four months. Telling us how you’re not going to resign and that you’re out of here. Onto bigger and better things. All this hoopla about how you’ve got all these other places you work for and how they see value in you. How they respect you. How they’re going to capitalize with you like Sin City Wrestling never did. Newsflash... Homie, no one gives a shit!”

His words came off as hate fueled as they could. All while just making this unimpressed face.

“If the grass is so much greener on the other side. Bounce. Go over there. Be everything you claim you are. Break your contract early Alexander. Because, if I was a betting man. Mark isn’t going to care. Christian isn’t going to care. There isn’t going to be some big lawsuit coming your way because you broke that contract. You leaving here would be the same as you working here. It doesn’t have any real significance at all. No one cares one way or the other.

But you’re not going to do that. You’re not going to nut up or shut up. Nah, because that plays right into the other thing that I’ve learned about you. You’re a man that loves to talk. You run your mouth over and over and over again. Ninety percent of the time it’s just mindless ramblings and being done just so you can hear yourself talk. After all, most of the time you’re the only one that's listening or cares what you have to say. But the other ten percent of the time you’re running your mouth.

That’s the ten percent that lands you in a lot of hot water. The ten percent that makes people can’t wait to break your face. And that ten percent will probably shine heading into this match. You’ll tell me about why you decided to target me. You’ll tell me why you stuck your nose in my business. You’ll have this great scheme and plan for what you intend to do to me this week on Climax Control. But as the great Mike Tyson once said: Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth!”

Jayden could be seen flexing that right hand of his a little bit. Doubling it up to reveal that tightly balled fist. In which one would have to assume the very first he planned to use.

“Truth be told Alexander. I don’t give a shit about why you chose to come after me and I’m damn sure not interested in talking about it either. You made your choice and now you have to deal with the consequences. I’m a man that’s all about fighting and that’s what you got on your hands. A fight. Probably, the biggest fight you’ve ever been in or will ever be in. Me on the other hand? This isn’t even a fight where the thought crosses my mind that I could lose.

Like I already said in most big match situations. You choke. You lose. You fall flat on your face and if you want to talk about your record against anyone with the last name Harris. It’s not impressive. My father never stepped in the ring with you. Because he didn’t respect you. He didn’t see any value in you. He never saw you as a threat. Therefore he didn’t ever give you the time of day during his glorious run and I’m sure that eats away at you. I’m sure you’re bitter about it, but oh well.

But the weakest man of this family in Calvin. You had a crack at him. You had a crack at him a week after he got the dog shit beat out of him. He went into that match less than a hundred percent. He went into that match with the mindset of just a wrestler. No bitterness to him. No true anger in him. No real reason for him to actually want to beat you, but he did. Very-very decisively might I add. So if the weakest link of this family can bitch slap you around.

The fuck am I worried about you for?”

Again the facial expressions were everything when it came to the young star. They told a story unlike most others. If he didn’t like you, his face showed it. If he wasn’t impressed, his face showed it. So on and so forth. That being said Jayden then found himself walking a little close to those cameras.

“You see Alexander this isn’t like last week with some stupid stipulation where all you had to do to become champion was make someone drink something. Nah, you actually have to fight. Not just fight but you actually have to find it deep within yourself to take me to the ground and force me to tap out. Anyone that knows you or cares to look up your history around here. Your submission victories are very-very limited. It’s not your specialty. It isn’t in your background. It’s not where you excel.

But it is where I excel. It is within my background. It is without a shadow of a doubt my speciality. All the chips are in my favor. Something that you’re going to whine and cry about. Just add to that long list of conspiracy theories, but in reality. This is just a situation where someone wants to see you get your ass handed to you. But not only am I going to hand you your ass on a silver platter. I get to do so by beating the hell out of you for thirty minutes!”

A true genuine smile crossed the young man’s lips. Something that he seemed to get genetically from his old man. Something about causing pain and suffering just brought them to life.

“Thirty minutes to most people isn’t that long of a time. Thirty minutes just flies by, but it’s something completely different when you’ve got someone just beating on you. Then add in the fact the only way to win is to force your opponent to tap out as many times as you can in that thirty minutes. Oh, your fate was sealed the moment this match was made official. Because as soon as that bell rings, I’m going to be all over you, Alexander.

I’m going to start with attacking your ankle. Give it some stomps, bend the rules to my favor a little bit. You know when the referee isn’t looking. Take it and smash your ankle against the ring post. Then when I know it’s barely hanging on by a thread. I’ll lock in an Ankle Lock and make you squeal in pain. Force you the tap over and over again until I feel like letting go. Only for me to attack another limb and do the same thing. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat for twenty nine minutes.

Then on that last minute before it’s over and I’m named the winner of the match. I’m going to wrap both my arms around your throat. I’m going to squeeze real-real slow at first. Add a little more pressure with each passing second as you’re forced to watch the clock tick down while panic starts to set in. You feel yourself starting to lose consciousness, Your eyes will close and by the time the clock hits zero on that thirty minute mark. You’ll be out cold!”

Jayden’s smirk seemed to grow a little wider with those words escaping his lips.

“You see in the end Alexander. The biggest mistake you made is crossing my path. Like I said before why you didn’t, how you did it, and what you think is going to be the outcome of it all. That’s all irrelevant. None of it matters. The mistake has already been made and now you have to suffer for your actions. And the one thing about me is, I will not rest. I will not be satisfied. I will not quit until the deed is done. That’s what sets me apart from so many others. Deep within there’s a savage begging to come out.

And you awoke that savage like the idiot you are. But maybe just maybe you did so because you thought that when the going got tough and when your back was against the wall. You could look to J2H to offer a helping hand. You know the man you verbally gagged and slobbered all over last week like the fattest dick you could ever get in your mouth. However, let me tell you. People like J2H. They don’t care about you.He doesn’t care what helping hand you gave him.

He doesn’t give one fuck what you did for him at Into The Void and he doesn’t give a fuck about your respect. That’s one of the most selfish individuals to ever grace God’s green earth. Trust me, I know a selfish person when I see them. After all, I’m a selfish fuck too. So trust me when I tell you, Alexander. He’s not going to be in your corner. He’s not going to have your back. He’s not going to have your back. J2H is going to do what J2H does. Look out for himself and stand in the back watching you tap out!”

His eyes had narrowed a little bit with his focus on that red recording light. Those words weren’t all that far from the truth when one looked at the history of the Living Legend. In reality Alexander Raven truly might’ve bitten off more than he can chew.

“So in case it’s not clicking. Let me put it as simply as I can. On Sunday night. I’ll have my hand raised in victory. I’ll be looked at as who I have always been. The next big thing to hit the wrestling scene. A future champion. A future Hall of Famer. A future certified Sin City Wrestling legend. All while sending you back to your place. Back to where you have always belonged. Back to being everyone’s punching bag. Back to being everyone’s whipping boy. Back to being the Twitter Tough Guy. And more importantly back to being a non-factoring never was, never will be piece of shit in this company!”

Following those words Jayden spit right into the lens of the camera as a sign of lack of respect for the now reigning SCW Roulette Champion. The saliva dripped down making everything blurry as the one they called “The Brat” found himself turning around and walking away into the distance. Leading to the cameras cutting off mere seconds later.