Sunday, January 8th, 2012
The scene fades in to the backstage area of the Aztec Aquaplex in San Diego, California, just hours after the conclusion of the January 8th edition of SCW Climax Control. SCW Co-President "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward is seen walking through the backstage area, just finishing up the post-show wrap-up he needed to do as he directs a number of workers on what to finish as he walks through the halls. Mark then turns down a hall and walks up to a door, which based on the sign, appears to be his personal backstage office. Mark opens up the door and takes a step in and immediately stops, taken back for a moment as he's surprised to see somebody already in there. The camera pans over to see Nick Jones, sporting a brand new, high-dollar luxury suit, and a crystal glass full of top shelf whiskey in his hand, seated in the chair behind Mark's desk with his feet up on the desk. Nick has a big smile on his face as he takes a sip of his whiskey while Mark seems a little confused.
HS: What's with the new suit? Don't get me wrong, it's nice, but I thought you were having some, um... let's call them financial restrictions.
Nick: "Was" being the operative word. I just got my sign-on bonus for my little book contract and I decided it was time to do a little celebrating, so I treated myself to this nice piece of artwork currently resting on my body. Of course Maxi-Pad flipped a shit when he saw the bill, but I couldn't really give a crap... he'll be fine. Besides, it's the only thing I've spent money on for myself out of that check, so I don't get what the big deal is.
HS: Yeah, what about that crystal glass you're sporting filled with what I'm sure is some top-shelf whiskey?
Nick: Oh this? I didn't spend a cent on it. I got it from your little bar setup over there. Thanks for that, buddy.
Mark immediately looks over to the cabinet he has on the side of the room and sees the compartment where he hides his top-shelf booze opened and some serious amounts of liquor missing out of his bottles. Mark immediately turns back to Nick and glares at him.
Nick: Oh, don't give me that look. You should know better than that, I was in here all of 5 seconds before I figured out where your booze stash was. You only have yourself to blame.
HS: Fair enough. I guess I'll just have to address that in a different manner.
Nick nods assuredly as Mark walks over and starts looking at something at his desk. Mark suddenly then quickly reaches over and snags the glass out of Nick's hand and smacks him upside his head. Nick glares up at Mark as he rubs his head.
HS: Ah, there we go... much better. Although this all begs the question, what are you celebrating anyway? You do remember that you just lost your match right, and got pinned in that ring out there by Spike of all people?
Nick: Oh, give me a break. Who do you think you are kidding? You know just as well as I do I had that match won, and with no help from those useless tag partners of me. I mean hell, one of them had joined up with those losers Spike and Jordan before our match ever even happened. If it weren't for that spineless cheater cousin of yours, I had just put Spikey-boy down for the count. Let's be honest, can you name a person in the world who's ever going to kick out of that fantastic finisher?
HS: Other than me? Not that I can think of.
Nick: Ha... in your dreams, limey. That match was over, and I won it. It ended up taking 4 guys and a whole lot of cheating to make that idiot referee get it wrong and make the final ruling otherwise.
HS: Tough to argue with that one. So the question is, why are you even here? What do you want?
Nick: I just figured there were a few things me and you needed to talk about.
Mark nods in agreement, knowing what Nick is referring to, and starts to head around to the back of his desk to start on the work he originally came to his office for, knowing this conversation is probably going to take a while. However, Nick apparently feels no need to move out of Mark's way as he tries to get to some of the paperwork on his desk, as Nick continues to talk.
Nick: The SCW has become a very interesting place these past few weeks. It seems like this entire roster is obsessed with the two of us, and they're stupid enough to think they stand a chance in making their names off of the two of us. You've got clowns like Spike and Jordan who can't stop talking about how they didn't ride our coattails all along. If you ask me, the fact that they need to keep repeating it over and over should tell everyone how insecure those two are about the fact that that's exactly what they did, and everyone knows it. Yet what did they go and do today? They try to revive OUR stable, by using a variation of the name we made famous and actually made mean something. Can you believe that crap?
HS: Yeah, that one sure was good for a laugh. I guess old habits die hard, and making their names off of our work is a very old habit for those two.
Nick: Exactly, they've just further proved our point for us. The only thing they're too stupid to realize, is that name means nothing without the two of us. Sure it might get them some hype for a week or two, but when everyone realizes there's no real talent backing that name, it's not going to get them anywhere.
HS: Yeah... right.
Mark seems to have gotten to the point where he is clearly paying substantially less attention, knowing Nick is going to continue rambling on about this, and he has changed his focus to trying to get his work done, as he works his way around Nick. Nick, meanwhile, seems to be completely unphased in Mark's apparent lack of interest.
Nick: And let's not forget that cousin of yours, Matt. He's the worst one of them all. I mean, let's call a spade a spade here, the only reason anyone even knows who the hell he is, is because of his last name. If he weren't related to you, he never would have gotten a job in a single professional wrestling company. He spent the entire time in GXW trying to show he wasn't your inferior, and just failed time and time again.
The last part seems to catch Mark's attention briefly as he chuckles to himself before responding.
HS: Ya got that right, yank.
Nick: Then he tried to move on to riding the coattails of that complete loser that somehow stepped in shit and lucked his way into the SCW Championship. But even Matt has already realized he's backing a loser, and with you out of the picture, he's now moved on to trying to make a name for himself off of me. He somehow thinks taking cheap shots at the SCW's best superstar who's already busy taking on 3 opponents by himself will somehow prove he's not the embarrassment of the Ward family. But I guess he did accomplish one thing, he managed to get himself booked into a match with the SCW's biggest superstar, Nick Jones.
HS: That he did.
Nick: Too bad for him, he didn't take into his little plan that when I beat the ever loving crap out of him all around that ring for as long as I feel like enjoying that opportunity, it's all going to crumble away as everyone realizes that he's still the same loser he always was.
HS: Yep.
Mark has clearly gone back to only half listening to Nick, and is now clearly making the point of trying to get Nick to realize he's in his way. Mark reaches over towards his computer keyboard and in the process, is repeatedly elbowing Nick, trying to get him out of his way. However, Nick doesn't even react to it at all, whether it is because he is completely oblivious or knows and simply does not care, it's tough to really be sure.
Nick: At least this should be some fun, slapping around that loser cousin of yours. By the time I'm done with him, his little buddy JT will probably have crapped his pants realizing what's coming for him, and I'll be taking it easy on Matt. But forget all of that, I've got a serious question for you, old pal.
Mark stops what he's doing with his work and stands straight up and looks at Nick, giving him his full attention as he knows what's coming. Nick then kicks his feet off the desk and stands up at the chair, looking Mark straight in the eyes before continuing.
Nick: You want to tell me what the hell that was about tonight?
A slight grin appears on Mark's face before he responds.
HS: You're going to have to be a little more specific, what are you talking about?
Nick seems to be less than amused by Mark's response, as he glares at Mark and talks in a more stern tone.
Nick: You know exactly what I'm talking about. You didn't think that maybe you should mention that you were dragging that little punk Rix back to SCW?
HS: And what would that have accomplished?
Nick: At least let me know, and then we could have discussed...
HS: You mean you could have tried to talk me out of it. Which is exactly why I didn't tell you.
Nick: Of course I would have, we don't need that loser's helps. He's no different than Spike, Jordan or Matt. Just another guy who's ridden the coattails of others in order to make his career.
HS: That's your opinion, and even if you were right, the most important difference is he's on our side.
Nick: So what? How much help can you really be? And why do you think we need it?
Nick then stops and thinks for a moment, clearly pondering over the events of earlier that evening.
Nick: Although on second thought, I suppose it's not the worst thing in the world to have more numbers on our side, it couldn't hurt. Not that me and you can't take out anyone in this company, but it seems like this entire place is out head-hunting for the two of us.
HS: Exactly. Just look at tonight. You're in a match against three other guys, plus one of your "partners" was on their side too, then you get jumped from behind by Matt. None of these can hold a candle to us, but numbers are still numbers.
Nick: Fair enough, I suppose we can make this work. Just as long as that little punk remembers his place.
HS: Yeah, sure... whatever you say.
Mark rolls his eyes at this statement, but Nick is oblivious as he seems to have gotten once again caught up in his own ramblings and pretty much completely ignored Mark at this point.
Nick: He just has to make sure he doesn't forget what the outcome was when we stepped into the ring together in the past. He should just be grateful when I soon become the SCW Champion, it won't be him that I'm taking my title from this time.
HS: Oh yeah, I'm sure that is what's really on his mind right now.
Nick: Good, then I won't have to remind him myself. Good talk buddy.
Nick smacks Mark across the back and then walks out from behind Mark's desk and goes to walk off. He then turns around and grabs the crystal glass full of Mark's whiskey that Mark had put back down and turns and walks out the door. Mark watches Nick as he walks off and just shakes his head while laughing to himself as the scene fades.
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Sunday, January 15th, 2012
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Riviera Hotel and Casino, where Nick Jones is seen walking through the hallways, dressed in his wrestling gear. As he turns the corner, he nearly runs straight into his good friend and GCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. The two both stop just short of each other, and Mark looks Nick up and down while seeming rather confused.
HS: Why are you in your ring attire?
Nick: Geez, I figured you'd know the card for your own show a little better. I'm facing that idiot cousin of yours tonight.
HS: No you're not.
Nick: What are you talking about? After that little punk jumped me last week, you told me you were booking me in a match against him.
HS: I did, and you were, but not anymore. I thought that was pretty obvious.
Nick: Why the hell would that be obvious?
HS: Where have you been? Matt quit the company, and he took his little pal JT Underwood with him. Your opponent is gone, and so is the SCW Champion.
Nick: Are you kidding me?! Those freakin' cowards. Both of them are too scared to get what was coming to them, and more importantly, what about my damn title match?
HS: Well that's the thing...
Nick: Now I must look like a damn idiot. Didn't you see that promo I just cut? I'm sitting there talking about a couple of guys who everyone else apparently knows have tucked their tails between their legs and ran off. You know what, I'm going to go take care of all of this right now.
HS: Yeah, but if you just let me...
Nick: Yeah, yeah later. I've got to get to the ring.
Mark tries to stop Nick in order to fill him in on what is going on, but Nick is clearly too busy to bother listening and pushes straight past Mark as he makes his way towards the direction of the ring.
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One hour later...
The scene opens up backstage just after the end of Climax Control. Nick Jones, who is now changed and getting ready to leave the area, is approached by "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, who stops him for just a moment to speak about that night's events.
HS: Congratulations on the victory, and very well deserved might I add.
Nick: You're damn right it is. If that cousin of yours wasn't scared, he was given plenty of time to prove it by coming down to that ring and beating the referees count, but he didn't and I got my rightful win. Now if only that was enough to give me the title when that cowardly protégé of his no-shows my title shot.
HS: Well that's what I was trying to tell you before.
Nick: What are you talking about?
HS: Didn't you see the announcement by me and Christian at the end of the show?
Nick: Of course not, what the hell am I going to watch this crappy show for if I'm not the one on it?
HS: Well I think it's something you would have been interested in hearing about, it's about the title. With JT Underwood leaving, we're stripping him of the belt. The title is going to be vacant.
Nick: Vacant?! Why is the title going to be vacant? I'm the number one contender, damnit! That title should be mine.
HS: I couldn't agree with you more yank, but Christian wasn't having any of it, so I got you the next best thing. You're taking JT's place in the NeWA match we have going on in two weeks. You'll be facing Blade Alexander, and the vacant title will be on the line.
A smirk starts to reappear across the face of Nick, but quickly disappears as he clearly is still unhappy with the circumstances.
Nick: That's all well and good, and I'll put the beating of a lifetime on that Blake guy, or whatever his name is, but there's no reason I should have to, and you know it. This belt was already as good as mine, and there's no reason any other of these losers deserves a sniff at it before it's around my waste.
HS: Well now it's up to you to go make that a reality, and on a stage for all the world to see. Now I know you have got to like that.
The expression on Nick's face quickly changes to a wide smile as he ponders the exposure and publicity involved in this opportunity.
Nick: Well you make a fair point there. It should be my title regardless, but you know what, it still will be.
HS: Exactly. You and I both know that, now everyone else around the world gets to learn it too.
Nick: You're damn right they are, although if they weren't all so stupid they should know it already. Especially with me having two weeks to get ready for this match, that Blade punk won't stand a chance.
HS: Well here's the thing about that, you don't exactly have two weeks to get ready.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about?
The smile on Nick's face quickly fades as realizes Mark has something else to tell him, that would appear to be not-so-good news.
HS: You've got a match booked for next week. You'll be facing that punk Casey Williams, the one who joined up with Spike and Jordan.
Nick: I'm more than happy to beat that little dirtbag senseless and put him in his place, but what the hell are you doing to me? You really expect me to do this now? After getting ready to face a completely different moron for MY title, you know throw me into a match with some Blade punk and then another match before that? It sure sounds like you need to get that little Co-Owner buddy of yours into line, because he seems to be working as hard as possible to try to keep me from getting my title. It's just too bad that little does he know, that's just not possible.
HS: Which is exactly why I wasn't worried about it. Buck up yank, you'll be just fine.
Nick: Yeah, yeah.
Nick still clearly seems rather unhappy with the whole situation, as Mark seems far less concerned as he gives Nick a quick pat on the back as he turns and leaves.
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Sunday, January 22nd, 2012
The scene opens up inside of the Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada, just before the start of this weeks Climax Control. As everyone is getting to their seats and waiting for the show to start, the sound system suddenly kicks up as the words are heard echoing throughout the arena: "It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" The recognized sounds immediate draws in loud boos throughout the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to play and the #1 Contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship, Nick Jones, steps out into the arena. Nick, dressed from head to toe in an expensive designer suit and accessories, snatches the high-dollar sunglasses off his face and looks around the arena for a moment, smiling as he seems to joyously soak in the boos. Nick then immediately walks down the ramp and then heads straight to the far side of the ring, where the tech crew seems to be just finishing setting up everything with the sound system. Nick shoves one of the assistants aside and grabs the first stray microphone laying there. He taps the mic, but after hearing nothing in response, he takes the mic and throws at it at the guy who appears to be in charge, before screaming at him.
Nick: Where the hell is there a working mic in this place, you idiot?
Without saying a word, the man quickly scrambles and grabs another microphone, switching it on before handing it to Nick. Nick again taps the top of the mic, this time the noise echoing throughout the arena, before climbing into the ring. Nick then motions for his music to be cut, and as it stops, he waits for the boos to die down before speaking.
Nick: I think it's about time that you should all rise and give a standing ovation to the man who should rightfully be your reigning SCW Champion.
Nick waits a moment, as if to give the fans an opportunity to do what he said, but gets a response of only loud boos, when makes him chuckle.
Nick: Oh yeah, there's a shocker. You idiots can't comprehend the fact that the reason that the title is vacant is for one reason and one reason alone... me. That title was about to be mine, and rather than defend it, the champion ran away from me. I'm the only person in this company who has done a damn thing to earn that title, and the fact that the little punk Christian is trying to make me jump through hoops for it is just laughable. Well he can try all he wants, but it's too late now. If he didn't want me to be SCW Champion, he never should have signed me to that contract. But he did, and now there is not a damn thing he can do to stop me from getting MY belt.
Another loud chorus of boos follow Nick's last comments, as he doesn't even bother to acknowledge them this time, and simply continues.
Nick: In the meantime, I've got some pathetic attempt at a roadblock thrown in front of me tonight. The supposedly "big and bad" Casey Williams. Oooooo, just because you're some giant moronic oaf I'm supposed to be REAL scared, huh? Give me a break. Frankly, this kind of works out, because you deserve a good ass-kicking and you're about to get one. Last time me and you were in the ring together, we were supposed to be teammates. Now going in, granted I didn't expect you to be anything but useless, but I didn't expect you to be such a complete loser that you'd join up with those washed up nobodies, Spike and Jordan, who were our opponents that night.
More boos follow his latest comments, and after the arena quiets down for a moment, Nick goes to speak again but is cut off by the crowds chants of "New X-Tremes! New X-Tremes!"
Nick: Why am I not surprised that a bunch of lifelong losers like you support your own kind?
More boos of course follow as the smile on Nick's face simply grows.
Nick: Now back to Casey Williams.. I'm sure despite us losing that match, you were more than happy to lose in order to kiss some ass. Good for you though, all it took for me to lose a match is have to face 3 men with absolutely no help from my useless partners, have you join up with the other side, and have that spineless little punk Matt Ward jump me from behind after I had just put Spike down for the count. Too bad for you, it's not going to be 5-on-1 this time around and you're not going to be able to hide on the apron hoping someone else does your dirty work for you. Now it's going to be just me and you, and as if your association with those clowns wasn't bad enough, you couldn't have worse timing. Right now all you are is a roadblock standing between the two things I'm currently on my way to. First, you're just the first of two clowns standing in front of me before I finally get MY SCW Championship, the title that should already rightfully be around my waist. The fact that I have to actually face that clown Blade for the title to begin with is a joke, but that with that match right around the corner, on a stage far bigger than any of these losers in the SCW could ever even imagine, I have to waste my time with your big goofy ass. But it's not just that, I also know the way these cowards in the SCW work, and your "friends" Jordan and Spike are no different. Everyone around here is scared of having to face me...
Nick hesitates for a moment and holds up the mic, cueing the crowd for the boos he knew were coming. Of course, those boos do follow his last statement, but after just a moment Nick continues without even responding them.
Nick: ... and you're just the poor bastard who is getting thrown to the wolves first, as those two try to throw everything in my path to keep me from getting to them. Well if I have to go through you to get my hands on them, than so be it. You just picked the wrong time and the wrong friends. If not for that, I would gladly let you rot away in anonymity like most of the chumps in this company, never knowing who you are and being just fine with that. Unfortunately for you, you have made some bad decisions which just made that impossible, and they're ones that will haunt you for the rest of your career, as few days left to it as there may be, and far beyond. Everyone around here likes to talk about how arrogant I am, how much I talk and how that's all I really do. All I tell you to do, is watch what happens when I step in that ring. There's a reason I'm the #1 contender, and there's a reason the champ went running scared. Tonight you're all going to once again be reminded of one tiny little fact: I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.
Nick smiles widely and drops the mic as, appropriately enough, Kid Rock's "Cocky" hits the arena sound system. Nick climbs out of the ring, and struts his way up the ramp, taunting and mocking some fans along the way before disappearing into the back as the scene fades out.
