[Nick Jones]

 The scene opens up in the backstage area of John Ascuaga's Nugget Casino Resort in Sparks, Nevada.  After just a few moments, the back entrance opens up and in walks SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones, along with his girlfriend Diana Roberts and hired muscle Tony Capicelli.  After taking a few steps inside, Nick stops in his tracks and has a big smile come across his face.

Nick:  Ah, it's good to be back home in Nevada.

As Nick stands there smiling, both Diana and Tony are clearly left dumbfounded, as they look to Nick with complete confusion clearly painted across their faces.  After a few moments, Nick notices the looks from the two of them, and decides to clarify.

Nick:  Well you know, I'm just happy to be back in front of the real SCW fans.

The clarification doesn't help, as those comments leave Diana and Tony looking even more confused.  Understanding their confusion, Nick chooses to quickly further clarify the situation.

Nick:  Just to be clear, it's all a matter of relativity.  Don't get me wrong, I still think the idiots around here are some rather sad, complete wastes of life, but after taking a tour around some of those foreign shit-holes, I've come to appreciate the fact that it quite clearly could be a whole lot worse.  You know what they say, better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.

With what seemed to originally be complimentary statements about the local fans further clarified, the two seem to have a better understanding as they nod their heads in acknowledgment.

Diana:  Tough to argue with that one, if we never step foot in any of those places again it will still be too soon.

Tony:  No kiddin'.  I ain't even understand how does fools over in England can't even talk English right.

The looks of confusion suddenly reappear, now on the faces of Nick and Diana as they can't quite believe the last comments they heard and more specifically, who they came from.  However, the two choose not to say anything and shake their heads before continuing on deeper into the backstage area.  After a few moments, they come up to one of the locker room doors backstage and Nick opens the door, walking in followed by Diana and Tony.  As soon as Nick steps in, he stops in his tracks, looking for a few moments before finally speaking in a questioning tone.

Nick:  What the hell are you doing here?

The camera pans over to see already seated in the locker room, with a bottle of liquor in his hands, is none other than one of SCW's Co-Owners and close friend to Nick, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.  Mark sits there with a smile on his face as he takes a drink from the bottle before standing up, handing the bottle over to Nick before eventually responding.

HS:  What can I say?  It's been a while since you've been around here, and this place gets really annoying real quick without anyone around here to make fun of the rest of these clowns with.

Nick smiles and nods, taking a drink out of the bottle before passing the bottle back to Mark.

Nick:  I hear you on that one.  That week down in Puerto Rico couldn't have possibly been more painful.

HS:  I'm sure, but it's hardly like you were alone.

Mark motions over towards the two standing behind Nick and obviously referring to his entourage as a whole.  Nick turns and looks at them for a moment, nodding his head before turning back to Mark.

Nick:  That's true, and it's a good thing too, because I never would have been able to put up with a week of that crap without every one of them there.  Hell, even that idiot cousin of mine helped make things less painful.

HS:  Now that's saying something.

Nick:  You're telling me.  But hell, it's good to be back in Nevada.

Hot Stuff gets a similarly confused look on his face as we saw from Tony and Diana earlier, and upon seeing it, Diana is quick to chime in and clarify.

Diana:  Yeah, me and Tone were thinking the same thing you are now when he said it earlier.  He just means that he hates the people everyone else even more than he hates these people.

Mark smiles and nods his head, now seeming to understand.

HS:  Now THAT makes sense.  Although I'll be honest, yank, I'm surprised to see you in this good of a mood under the circumstances.

Nick:  What circumstances would those be exactly?

HS:  You know, your match for tonight.  Which just so you know, I had no part in booking of that mess, that was all Christian.

Nick:  What are you talking about?

HS:  Wait... you don't know?

Nick:  I just got here and haven't even had a chance to look at the card.  Why, what's the match?

HS:  Well if I knew you didn't know, I never would have said anything.  I really didn't want to be the one to have to tell you.

Nick:  Why?  What the hell is it?  You're driving me nuts here, so just get it over with and spill the beans already.  You jackasses didn't go and book me in some sort of 6-pack challenge title defense, did you?

At that moment, everyone gets quiet as Nick and Mark both turn and stare directly into the camera for a moment before turning back to each other.

HS:  What?  No, of course not.  It's not a title defense at all, it's a 6-man tag match in the main event.

Nick:  Well of course it's the main event, it is me after all.  You know I hate having to count on the other morons in this company in tag matches, but that's not exactly the end of the world.  What made you think I would be so unhappy about that?

HS:  Well that's not the bad part, I was more worried about what you would think of who's involved in the match.  You see, it's you, "True Brit" Johhny Brown, Bobby "The Convict" Cage...

Nick:  Whoop-dee-doo, a couple of nobodies trying to ride my coat tails.

HS:  ... going up against Bo Dreamwolf...

Nick rolls his eyes at the mention of Bo's name.

Nick:  I'm supposed to be worried about that dumb hick's little buddy?  Oh, is he still mad about what happened at London Brawling?  Boo-freakin'-hoo.

HS: ... and Sinful Obsession.

Mark seems to tense up a little, as he expects Nick to lose it with that information, but Nick hardly even reacts.

Nick:  Yeah... so?

HS:  You have no idea who Sinful Obsession is, do you?

Nick:  Some loser tag team, meaning two guys who suck too much to actually compete by themselves.  Who really cares?

HS:  Well it's the current SCW tag team champions.

Nick:  Oooo, scary, they're the two best sucky losers who need someone else's help to win a match.

HS:  The tag team consists of Gabriel... and, um... well...

Nick:  What's the hold-up?  Am I supposed to be worried about someone willing to team up with that talentless magician loser?

HS:  ... Despayre.

The expression on Nick's face suddenly changes, the seemingly always-present cocky smirk disappearing as he looks completely serious and his face turns red.

Nick:  WHAT?!?

HS:  Listen, before you go off on...

Nick:  You're seriously putting me into the ring with that little mentally deranged psychopath?

HS:  I get what you're saying, but let me just explain...

Nick:  Explain what?  How it's going to be just fine when that nutjob tries to murder me in the middle of your ring?  I'm pretty sure that's not covered by your insurance, limey!

HS:  Oh come on, don't you think you're being a little dramatic here, yank?

Nick:  That little bastard tried to choke me to death and then stabbed my cousin!

HS:  The big man seems to be getting along just fine with Despayre after that incident.

Nick:  Yeah, but he's an idiot.  I'm still waiting for the day we're going to find B ground up into dog food, or I guess stuffed bear food, or whatever that psycho decides to do with his body.

Mark goes to retort once again, however everyone is distracted as the sound of muffled laughter is heard from within the room.  They all turn around to see Tony, standing a bit back from the rest, chuckling to himself as he tries to keep in his laughter.  Upon seeing this, Nick seems to only be more angry and walks straight up to Tony, getting face to face with him.

Nick:  Something funny to you, greaseball?

Tony:  Nah boss, ain't nuttin' funny at all.

Nick glares at Tony for a moment before turning and going to walk back over towards Mark.  That, however, doesn't last long as Tony begins to laugh again just as Nick leaves, causing him to spin right back around and get into the face of his employee.

Nick:  You got something to say?  Why don't you just go ahead and say it then?!

Tony:  It's nuttin' boss.  I just ain't believe you's so scared of that little kid.  Don't worry, you's way bigga' than dat guy and could kick his ass any day, boss.

Nick:  You think I don't know this?  That's not the point.  The point is when you've got a complete psychopath that you're dealing with, you never know what he's going to do.  I could kick his ass all I want, won't make a lick of difference if he stabs me in the heart with a pair of scissors after I'm finished beating his ass.

HS:  Oh come on now, we all know you don't have a heart.

Nick turns back around to face Mark, who is wearing a big smirk across his face.  Nick just stares at Mark rather unhappily until suddenly the sound of more stifled laughter is heard, and Nick whips his head to look in the direction of his girlfriend Diana, who appears to have been amused by Mark's last comment.  Upon noticing Nick's glare, she simply shrugs he shoulders.

Diana:  What?  Come on, even you need to admit that was funny.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah... it'll be real funny when that crackpot tries to kill me.  All I'm going to say is, I'm not going to be at all responsible for what happens to that little bastard when he eventually does whatever it is he decides to do when he finally goes off the deep end.

HS:  Whatever you say, yank.

At that moment, the door the locker room bursts open and in walks the rest of the entourage, as Big B storms in seeming rather unhappy, as Jimmy Mason and Max Goldstein are quick to chase in after him.  As B stands there huffing for a moment, Jimmy quickly turns to Nick.

Jimmy:  Nicky, baby, will you talk to this cousin of yours and calm him down?

Max:  Oh gawd, all of this tension is making me so stressed out!

Nick looks over at the group of three that rushed in rather confused and still clearly not in the best of moods, not seeming to have the patience for this.  With that, Nick walks right up into the face of Big B and essentially snaps at him.

Nick:  What the hell is your problem?

Big B:  I just saw the Climax Control card.  You're going to be in a match against Despy?!?

HS:  Well that looks like my cue to leave.

Without another word, Mark quickly pushes past the crowd that's formed in the locker room, seemingly being sure not to even look in Big B's direction as he does so.  Mark is about to step out of the door when he suddenly stops in his tracks and turns back to Nick.

HS:  You know what yank, I have a feeling you're going to need this more than me.

With that, Mark takes the bottle of booze in his hand and tosses it over to Nick.  Mark then turns and leaves the room as Nick looks down at the bottle in his hand.  Nick then looks back to Big B and after seeing the look of anger on his face, looks back to the bottle, unscrews the cap and brings the bottle up to his mouth, starting to drink out of it for just a moment until Diana reaches over and pulls the bottle away from him.  Nick looks to Diana who simply shakes her head at him, until he turns back to Big B, at which point she steps back from the group, takes a seat and starts drinking from the bottle herself.  At this point, Nick then starts to address his cousin once again.

Nick:  Yeah, apparently I am.  I'm sure as hell not thrilled about it either, it's not like I booked the damn match, you know.

Big B:  Yeah, but what if you end up hitting my friend?!

Nick:  That's my freakin' job you giant dipshit.  We are professional wrestlers, what we do is hit other people, namely our opponents.

Big B:  I know, but what if you end up hurting him?

Nick:  Me hurt him?  THAT is your concern?  How about that raging psychopath trying to kill your damn FAMILY?!?

Big B:  He is NOT a psychopath!  I told you not to call him that!

Nick:  Oh, THAT is the big problem you had with me comment.  Your teddy-raping freak-show of a buddy trying to kill me is just hunky dory with you?

Big B:  He's not going to kill you, but I know you're going to try to hurt him!

Nick:  ME hurt HIM?  That lunatic tried to strangle me to death and then stabbed you when you tried to stop him.  Did this little fact somehow escape that tiny little brains of yours?  For the love of God, I know you're an idiot, but not even you can possibly be that stupid.

Big B:  He said he was sorry about that!

Nick:  I'm sorry?!?  Is that all it takes to be forgiven for attempted murder these days?  Well then I'll make you a deal, after I'm done beating the living crap out of your little friend there, I'll be sure to apologize.  Feel better now?

Big B:  That's not funny!  You take it back right now!

With that, B anger clearly reaches new heights as he makes a move in towards Nick.  B then grabs Nick by the shirt, but this all comes to a quick halt as upon seeing this, Tony takes it upon himself to get involved.  Tony quickly rips arms off of Nick and pushes him back, getting in between the two of them.

Tony:  Listen B, I ain't normally one to get into you's family bid'ness, but you ain't gonna be putting yer hands on da boss here, capisce?

Big B glares past Tony at Nick, before looking back to Tony.  Big B then lets out a deep sigh before lowering his head and responding in a much quieter and softer tone.

Big B:  Yes, I understand.  I just don't want my friend getting hurt.

Nick:  Oh yeah, but it's completely fine if something happens to your cousin, you know, the same guy who's helped you live in the lap of luxury while doing nothing worth a damn for years now.

Before Big B or anyone else can react, Diana quickly comes up behind Nick and slaps him on the air.  He quickly turns and glares in her direction.

Nick:  What was that for?

Diana sternly glares at Nick, showing her displeasure with his comments.

Diana:  Let it go.

Nick:  Well he started it.

Diana:  Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.  It's like my boyfriend is a freakin' 2-year-old.

Nick sneers in Diana's direction by doesn't have a word to say, clearly not sure of any worthy response.

Nick:  Fine, whatever.  Let's just drop the whole damn thing.  Trust me, I don't want this happen to happen as much as you don't, but there's not a damn thing either of us can do about it, so let's just get through this, alright?

Big B:  There has to be something we can do.

Nick:  Why don't you hop in your stupid twatter crap and see if you can rally the people around you and get this whole issue crazing or whatever.

Big B:  It's twitter and trending.

Nick:  You seem to be under the misconception that I give a crap.

Big B:  Well it's a good idea, I'll give it a try!

Nick:  Wait, you thought I was serious with that nonsense?  You know what, fine you go right ahead with that.  Best of luck to you with that.

Big B:  Maybe you should join twitter and that way we can both do it.  Maybe it will help improve the odds of it working.

Nick:  Me?  Join twitter?  I'd rather step into the ring with that lunatic.

Big B, who is now already on his phone to get onto twitter, appears to have missed Nick's last comments, as he doesn't even react at first until eventually looking up from his phone.

Big B:  Sorry, I was tweeting.  What did you say?

Nick:  Forget it.

Nick shakes his head and walks away as Big B returns to his phone, furiously typing away on it as Nick snatches the liquor bottle out of Diana's hand and plops down on a couch before starting to drink from it as the scene fades.

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Later that day...

The scene opens up in the backstage interview area where SCW Report Ms. Rocky Mountains is seen standing and waiting with a microphone in hand.

Rocky:  Hi, this is SCW Reporter Ms. Rocky Mountains, backstage at the John Ascuaga's Nugget Casino Resort in Sparks, Nevada, getting ready to start off this week's edition of SCW Climax Control.  I am joined now by SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones.

The camera pans out to show Nick standing next to Rocky, already dressed in his ring gear and with his SCW title hanging over his shoulder.

Nick:  Thanks for having me Miss Giant Jugs.

Rocky:  That's Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Nick:  Yeah, yeah... whatever.

Rocky:  Anyway, tonight you will be appearing in the main event.  A 6-man tag team match that teams you up two men who have really turned some heads here in SCW, "True Brit" Johnny Brown and Bobby "The Convict" Cage.  What are your thoughts on these two men?

Nick:  My thoughts?  They're the luckiest S.O.B.'s in this company.  All they need to do is stay out of my way and not go and lose us the match before I have a chance to get into that ring and do what I do, and they'll be able to ride my coat tails through the night and on the way to the biggest victory of their careers.  I'm sure neither of these clowns has been talented enough to be allowed to even watch a main event before, never mind actually wrestle in one.

Rocky:  Well actually...

Nick:  None of that really matters though, now does it?  Because they have one major benefit our loser opponents don't, they'll be teamed up in that match with yours truly, far and away the greatest wrestler this company has ever seen.

Rocky:  Well that brings me to my next question.  What are your thoughts on tonight's opponents?  It's fairly well documented that you have a rather interesting history with at least one of tonight's opponents in...

Nick:  Let me just stop you right there, because I know what you're going to bring up, but why don't we get those other two losers out of the way first, shall we?

Rocky:  Fair enough.  First off, why don't you give us your thoughts on the man who many believe would still be wearing championship gold if it were not for you, former SCW Roulette champion Bo Dreamwolf.

Nick:  Ah, good ole Bo.  I'm sure he feels right at home inside of a casino, unfortunately his people were born to be the owners of them or their special little land, not wrestle inside of them.  I told this kid from the beginning that he didn't know what he got himself into by teaming up with that stupid inbred hick manager of his.

Rocky:  But weren't you and Austin Parker former stablemates back in GXW, as well as Austin being the former manager of your friend "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward in the latter years of his wrestling career?

Nick:  Yeah, and if you were ever paying any attention toots, we never had the greatest of relationships.  I was telling Marky to dump that cousin-lover for years, but I guess he just felt sorry for him or something, I don't know.  The point being, our little buddy Bo is only going to make it so far if that's who he's taking his advice from.  So from there, he apparently decided the best way to follow in the hick's footsteps was to get into my bad graces.  First he pulled a few stunts on me before our tag team affair that he thought was just OH so funny, before stealing MY victory right out from under me.  So, I taught him a lesson he's not soon to forget.  You want to steal a victory from me?  Well I'll be more than happy to return the favor.  And by the end of tonight, I'll be more than happy to take a victory from him by beating him right in the middle of that ring.

Rocky:  Ok then, well that brings us to one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions, and one of the only two other men in the company's history to hold the SCW Heavyweight Championship outside of you, Gabriel.

Nick:  Oh, don't even get me started on this clown.  I mean, it's really just too damn easy.  Where do you even start?  Well as far as his little title reign goes, talk about a joke.  For starters, the guy one it in some match full of the biggest losers you've ever witnessed.  I wasn't in it and that alone tells you all you need to know.  The truth is this guy is even worse in the ring than he is in his stupid little nonsensical magic show lounge acts.

Rocky:  You've seen him perform?

Nick:  What?  Hell no, I wouldn't waste my time on that crap, but I know it possibly couldn't be any worse than his in ring performance.  This guy didn't have a single successful defense of that title belt, and he lost the belt by beating himself for crying out loud.  I mean, can you believe that heaping load of crap?  The guy is such a complete moron, than he manages to hit a move on his opponent that leaves himself pinned as he just lays there like a lump of crap and gives away the three count.  You could've won the title from that moron for crying out loud.  I mean, he lost it to the same guy who went running and crying out of SCW the second he found out he had to defend the title against me, so what does that say about either of these losers?

Rocky:  Well alright then.  I guess all that really leaves us with is the person everyone wants to hear your opinions on, as the last man you will be facing tonight is the other half of the SCW Tag Team champions and a man you have had an extensively and interesting, to say the least, history with, Despayre.

Nick:  The fact that there is any history is more than I want to handle.  If that dipshit cousin of mine could stop following that psycho around like a lost puppy, I never would have seen that whack-job again after our first encounter.  For everyone who wants to give their little "awwws" every time they see that demented little child talk to his teddy bear, let's not forget that this crackpot is the one who tried to choke me to death the first time we met.  This man should be behind bars, or locked up in an institution, not climbing into a wrestling ring.  People can think his insanity as is cute as they like, but they won't find it so funny when he tries to kill someone again, this time in the middle of the ring.  I don't give a crap how much the fans love him, I don't care how much my cousin adores him, if that piece of garbage gets out of line, I'll make the point to be sure I'll never have to deal with him again.

Rocky:  Well I have to follow up with one question that I know is on the minds of so many people.  What exactly is your big issue with his relationship with Angel?

Nick:  Ah yes, the little teddy bear.  The level of psychosis that surrounds his little obsession with that stuffed animal knows no bounds.  People don't truly understand how sick this little punk is.  Just to give you a clearer picture, why don't we got to the video tape of Despayre's most recent recorded action with another, much bigger, stuffed bear.

Nick then turns and raises his arm up towards the video monitor above him and Rocky, as the camera pans up to show it as well.  It as that time, a video clips starts to play on the monitor.

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Nick has a wide smirk appear across his face as Rocky looks to have a combination of confusion and disgust on her face.  The clip then comes to an end and the scene pans back down as Rocky turns back to Nick.

Rocky:  Well that wasn't...

Nick:  Oh will you shut up?  Here's the bottom line of what you need to know about all of these clowns in this match.  I don't need anyone's help, so as long as those two chumps on my team stay out of my way, I'll be just fine.  As far as those opponents, I really don't give a crap which one I end up in the ring with, in the end I'll do what I do better than anyone this company has ever seen, I'll kick some ass and win the match.  Because you see Rocky, there's one very important fact that you need to remember.  As much as people want to say I am the truth is, I'm not cocky... I'm just the best.

Nick then shoves the microphone away from him before storming out of the shot, leaving Ms. Rocky Mountains standing there alone before the scene eventually fades to black.