AFTER VIOLENT CONDUCT“Teaming with Hot Stuff and going against Chippendale and Thunder at Violent Conduct will always go down as my favorite match ever. It was one of the all time great matches. It was truly a spectacle. Having Vanessa there as a surprise was great. I never thought we would appear in a wrestling event together again. When we met, she was a fitness model and she got into wrestling because of me and she left because she got pregnant. So, her time in wrestling wasn’t that long, maybe a year, but we had great times. The day after Violent Conduct, we spent some of the day with Jin ‘Power’ Matsuzaka and his wife. We ate lunch and drank some great wine. It was nice for Vanessa to finally meet Jin and his wife. She said it was the one friend she could absolutely trust with me because Jin is such a kind and honorable person and he’s family oriented on top of that. Rob had sent his private plane for us to fly back to New Jersey on. All that time spent alone with Vanessa was great. We had fun just goofing off and singing songs and watching movies. it’s the first time we’ve done that in a while. In all honesty, being married really sucks. I know you’re saying, tell us something we don’t know, but it does. You have to have moments like this to remind you why you loved the person in the first place. We lost that over the years. Having kids was great and a blessing, but we’re so busy loving them, that we forget to love each other. Of course all the alone time with Vanessa is over as soon as we get back home and we have to be mommy and daddy. The twins-Jessica and Natasha talk my ear off about school. Our next oldest child, Makaylee, bombards me with school drama too. The youngest, the heir to the throne, Jayden; he’s just happy to see me. He attaches himself around my neck and I have to carry his heavy tail all over the place. He may be three years old, but damn that kid is heavy! The first day back from a trip is always the craziest. I get pulled in four different directions, five if you count Vanessa and its insane. I’m glad to be home, but damn if I can mute the kids sometimes, life would be great. After a long day with them, Vanessa and I are exhausted, yet we don’t want to sleep. I’m drinking some red wine so I can catch a nice little buzz before I sleep.”
The scene opens up inside Jordan and Vanessa’s spacious master bathroom late at night. The bathroom is dim, only candles light up the room. Jordan and Vanessa are sitting in their huge bath tub, talking. Vanessa is sitting in front of Jordan, and leaning back on his rock hard body. Jordan is sipping on a glass of wine.
Vanessa: “I can see why its so hard for you to quit. The feeling of being in front of that crowd, is amazing. I forgot what it was like.”
Jordan: “I told you. I love it. You wanna come back full time with me? Like old times?”
Vanessa smiles and says: “No, I got other things to do that I love. I have my fitness center starting up in December. I have my drink that’s going to get mass produced, plus the kids. I have enough on my plate!”
Jordan: “Aww…that sucks.”
Vanessa: “We’ll see, maybe before you’re done I can make one more appearance.”
Jordan perks up and says: “Great!”
Jordan takes a sip of wine as Vanessa spins around in the tub to face Jordan. She grabs Jordan by the hand and says…
Vanessa: “Okay… now honey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Jordan sighs, rolls his eyes, then says: “Go see Dr. Stein about my supposed problem.”
Vanessa pokes Jordan in his rock hard abs and says: “This is not the attitude you need going into it. Jordan, you need to take this seriously, for your sake and our sake for that matter.”
Jordan: “I. Don’t. Have. A. Problem!” He says sternly.
Vanessa: “Yes you do. Anyways, I’m going to have to start putting in more time to get the fitness club ready, plus I have a ton of meetings scheduled for my drink, so we can start prepping for advertising. So, we’re going to have to hire a nanny, since you won’t be quitting wrestling anytime soon.”
Jordan: “Hopefully we can find someone as good as Maria. The kids loved her.”
Vanessa turns back around and leans up against Jordan as he kisses her on the back of her neck.
Vanessa giggles and says: “Didn’t you get enough on the plane ride back?”
Jordan says softly: “I never get enough!”
Vanessa again giggles as Jordan takes a sip of wine as Vanessa pokes her left foot out of the soapy water to run some more hot water. Jordan wraps his arms around Vanessa’s toned stomach as she leans her head back and kisses Jordan on the cheek.
Jordan: “This is so relaxing. But you take hot baths. I feel like I could pee in the water!”
Vanessa playfully throws water in Jordan’s face as she says: “EWWWW! You better not! Or it’s the last time we take a bath together!”
Jordan: “I haven’t…yet!”
Vanessa: “Disgusting!”
The scene fades out as Jordan burst out into laughter.
“A lot of people in life want to go from nothing to something. They feel like, ‘hey I want to be this and be the best.’ Especially in wrestling. But they don’t want to put in any work. They don’t want to grind. They don’t want to wake up early and train and train some more. That’s what I don’t like about you young guys today. You think just because you want to be a wrestler and be a superstar that it’ll automatically happen just because. You gotta put in the work and sacrifice to be great. I’ve watched this attitude permeate the locker room and it disgusts me. Not only does everyone think they should be superstars, but they should have a shot at the title without working their way from the bottom to the top. Let me tell you something, most of you mother fuckers ain’t that good where you can just step in and challenge for the SCW Title. I love how everyone thinks they’re entitled to something when they aren’t good enough to get what they want.”
The scene fades in the next day at Dr. Stein’s office. Jordan is waiting in waiting room, filling out paperwork on a clipboard. Jordan shakes his head at the occasional dumb question. Jordan finishes filling out the papers and hands it back to the secretary. Jordan sits down and pulls out his cell phone and he starts texting Vanessa. After a few minutes, a man emerges from Dr. Stein’s office with wiping tears from his eyes with a Kleenex. Jordan uses his left hand to cover up his smile.
Secretary: “Mr. Williams, Dr. Stein will see you now.”
Jordan stands up and says: “Okay.”
Jordan turns off his phone and puts it in his pocket as he walks into the office. Jordan enters the office and Dr. Stein walks up to Jordan; whom he towers over, and greets Jordan with a firm hand shake.
Dr. Stein: “Jordan! I’ve been expecting you!”
Jordan: “You have?”
Dr. Stein: “Well, sure! You’ve canceled on us enough times!” he says with a laugh.
Jordan: “Oh yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been ultra busy with my schedule. You know how it goes.”
Dr. Stein: “Yeah, you’re probably just avoiding me because you don’t want to be here!” he says again with a laugh as he sits down on a plush leather chair. Jordan has an uneasy look on his face as Dr. Stein says: “Please sit down.”
Jordan has a seat on a leather chair that matches the one Dr. Stein is sitting on. Dr. Stein reaches over onto his desk and grabs a yellow legal note pad. He then reaches into his pocket square to grab a fine point pen as Jordan looks around the office that is lined wall to wall with giant oak bookshelves with copious amounts of books. There is also a marble statue of a lion that stands about four feet tall.
Dr. Stein: “First and foremost, welcome Jordan. Like I tell all my patients, this is a safe haven. A place where you can let out whatever is wrong and not be judge. You can trust that I will help work out whatever issues you have.”
Jordan nods his head.
Dr. Stein: “So, what brings you here today?” he says as he prepares to take notes.
Jordan: “Well, my wife thinks I have a problem.”
Dr. Stein: “Problem?” What kind of problem he says with a smile.
Jordan: “I don’t know, she seems to think I have a mental problem because I’ve cheated on her a quite a few times over the course of our relationship.”
Dr. Stein: “Interesting.”
Jordan: “I’ve told her, its not something I’ve set out to do. It’s just happened, for one reason or another. It always happens when I’m on the road.”
Dr. Stein: “What’s your profession?”
Jordan: “Professional wrestler.”
Dr. Stein: “Oh, wow! That must be fun.” he says as he jots down some notes.
Jordan: “Before I came back in January, I hadn’t been on the road in like eight years and nothing happened. I was just a stay at home dad and I ran my wrestling school when we lived in Atlanta. I made a few mistakes and she thinks I have a problem and I think this is a big waste of time… I could be relaxing.”
A smile comes over Dr. Stein’s face as he says: “It’s not a waste of time Mr. Williams. How’s your relationship with your wife?”
Jordan: “Like any married couple, we have our ups and downs.”
Dr. Stein nods then asks: “How long have you been married to Vanessa?”
Jordan: “Eleven years.”
Dr. Stein: “So, what is exactly is the cause of some of the downs? Taking out the you being unfaithful part.”
Jordan: “I don’t know, I mean, I can be childish at times when it comes to things. Like this situation. I was suppose to be here a couple of months ago, but I been putting it off. She’s just bugs me about things. She treats me like I’m a child… you know? Constantly on my case.”
Dr. Stein slightly raises his eyebrow as he nods his head and takes down more notes.
Dr. Stein: “And the fact that she treats you like a child, irks you?”
Jordan: “Most of the time, yeah. Listen, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, I’ll admit that and I’ll forget stuff, but I don’t need to be talked to like a child.”
The two continue discussing a few issues and getting to know one another for the next thirty minutes.
Dr. Stein: “Okay, I think we have enough for a starting point for next week’s session. Today was more of a meet and greet and to see what the main issues were. Next week, we’ll talk a lot longer than today.”
Jordan: “Okay.”
Dr. Stein: “We have a lot to get into, but we’ll talk that out over the sessions as well. Any questions?”
Jordan: “A lot to talk about? I thought it was straight forward.”
Dr. Stein: “There might be some deeper issues than you think, Mr. Williams. We’ll get into that though. Anything else?”
Jordan stands up as does Dr. Stein and they shake hands as Jordan says: “Alright then, see you next time.”
Dr. Stein: “Next week.”
Jordan: “That’s what I said. Next time.”
Dr. Stein: “That’s right, next week.”
Jordan goes to say something but gives up and walks out the office as the scene fades out.
“I know Vanessa and I have our bad moments, but I swear, there was a reason why we got married. When I met her, she was a fitness model. While I was wrestling in the IWA, I was doing some modeling too at the time and we just so happened to be shooting in the same building in New York when we bumped into each other. Obviously, I thought Vanessa was beautiful, and a banging ass body, but she had a good personality. We hit it off that day and we played the phone game for a few days before we went on a date. This was at the time when I had five girlfriends across the United States. I had one in Los Angeles, Atlanta, New York, San Antonio and St. Louis. I didn’t think much about her other than I wanted to smash and move on, but once we had dinner and I got to know her, I really liked her. I hadn’t liked someone like that in a few years so, I found myself thinking about her a lot…more than I ever let her know at the time. I remember being in the middle of matches thinking about her. With our schedules it was hard to meet up with one another. I was constantly on the road, while she was on location modeling. So we talked a lot on the phone. I found myself losing interest in those other girls and eventually we started doing the boyfriend-girlfriend thing. We got to know each other a lot over the phone. I think had it went down like most of my relationships, which were totally based on sex, I wouldn’t be married to her and have my beautiful kids with her. I got know her on a deep level, because we talked everyday and we yearned to see each other more and more and when we did get to see each other, we spent more time together than having sex…which was really odd for me, ha!”
“Anyways, a week later, I went with Vanessa to her mom’s hair salon, to help her open it up since Vanessa’s dad, Sal, couldn’t make it because of a court appearance. I always like Mrs. Sambora. She’s a nice, sweet little Italian lady, who loves everyone. When we go over to their house, she always cooks a gigantic meal and makes sure that we stay full. Too bad her dad is the exact opposite, that little hairy bastard!”
The scene opens up to a shot of Vanessa’s, mother; Contessa’s hair salon in Morristown, New Jersey. Inside, Jordan is moving some boxes that Contessa has recently got via UPS. Contessa is doing her routine of doing prep work before she opens her shop. Vanessa is also helping her mother by doing the cash register. Jordan walks near a row of reclined shampoo chairs when he stops and yells to Contessa.
Jordan: “Mrs. Sambora, where does this box go again? I forgot.”
Contessa walks from the front of the shop next to Jordan and says: “Oh right, I need to show you where this goes…come on.”
The two go to walk towards the back when something scurries across the floor in front of them and both of them scream bloody murder and they both jump onto the shampoo chairs!
Jordan cries: “RAT! RAT!” as he points to the ground.
Vanessa comes into the room with a worried look on her face until she sees not one, but two rats run across the floor. She lets out a scream and jumps up onto the chair with Jordan!
Contessa: “Oh my god! We have to get these things out of here before I’m suppose to open!”
Vanessa looks at Jordan and Jordan says: “Don’t look at me! I hate rats!”
Vanessa: “Jordan, get down and get rid of them!”
Jordan: “No!”
Contessa throws her hands up in the air and says: “You have got to be kidding me!?!?”
Jordan: “Look…I’ve been…I have a terrible past with rats and I don’t want to go into it. That’s all!”
Vanessa: “What could have possibly have happened that can stop you from helping out?”
Jordan gets a grim look on his face as…
FLASHBACK:::::
The scene opens up to a middle school gym where there are a group of kids surrounding a young Jordan Williams with a mini afro in the shower after gym class. The kids are teasing Jordan and all of a sudden, one kid throws walks in front of Jordan with a box in his hand. The kid pushes Jordan down to the ground and then throws the content of the box onto Jordan, which is…you guessed it two rats. The kids laugh as they run off. Jordan lets out a scream and starts crying as the rats crawl on him, before he knocks them down….
Back in Contessa’s shop, Contessa and Vanessa have contrite looks on their faces as Jordan just sits there grimly.
Contessa: “That’s a sad story, Jordan. I never knew you were bullied.”
Vanessa: “I’m so sorry to hear that honey…now, CAN YOU PLEASE GET RID OF THESE RATS!” she exclaims!
Jordan looks at Vanessa while cursing her under his breath. Jordan nervously gets down off the shampoo chair and tip toes to the cleaning closet. Jordan emerges from the closet with a small plastic tote, a broom and a mixing bowl on his head. Contessa can’t help but laugh as Vanessa just shakes her head.
Vanessa: “Really!?” she asks rhetorically.
Jordan: “Hey! You can do this…be my guest! So don‘t talk shit about how I‘m doing it!”
Contessa: “I think I saw them run towards the cash register.”
Jordan nods as he heads in that direction. Jordan says a silent prayer as he walks towards the register. Jordan’s eyes get big and he dives on the ground as Contessa and Vanessa look at each other and shrug. Loud thuds and bangs and screams can be heard for a few moments until Jordan rises up from behind the register.
Vanessa: “Did you kill them?”
Jordan shakes his head and says: “No you sadist! They’re in that tote.”
Contessa: “Here, I know what to do with them.” she says as she steps down off the shampoo chair.
Vanessa steps down and says: “What are you going to do?”
Contessa: “I’m going to put them next door…Rhonda has been getting on my nerves…Let her deal with it!”
Vanessa: “Mother!”
Jordan laughs and says: “That’s great!” Vanessa shoots him the look of death and Jordan changes his tone. “But we don’t want to take a chance on them coming back. You need to call an exterminator and have them come out and look for possible holes so you can get them closed.”
Vanessa: “Take it to the sewer or something, just get them outta here! YUCK!”
Jordan: “Why can’t you do it?”
Vanessa puts her hands on her hips and Jordan just rolls his eyes and walks out of the shop with the bowl still on his head as the scene fades out.
“Blade Alexander, I got to admit, I don’t know much about you. You’re a good technical wrestler by all accounts, which is nice, because not everyone in wrestling, wants to be a wrestler. They want to act like MMA fighters in the wrestling world. I watched your match last time out and I have to say, eh, maybe you can do something. I don’t know. Are you like the rest of jerk offs and want things handed to you? Or do you want to earn your stripes? Well, while a good outing in our match might open some eyes, that won’t bestow you the honor of thinking you’re hot shit. Let’s get that out the way first. You’re not going to win this match tonight, you wanna know why? Beside the fact that I’m too good for ya…it’s that I don’t believe you want it bad enough. I don’t believe you’re passionate enough to beat me. Who are you to just go around nonchalantly like you’re some big shot? No, I’m the big shot around here. I’m the measuring stick in this company. I’m Jordan Williams…I’m a GOD! If you want to do anything in this company, you better start beating some people who matter. The SCW matchmakers either don’t like you or they want to see what you’re capable of. We all know you won’t win tonight. It’s just common sense…”
The scene opens up to a shot inside Jordan Williams’, The Enigma in New Jersey later on that night. Inside the managers office, Jordan Williams has just arrived and sits behind his desk as his accountant and person whom runs the club while he’s away, Max Sobotka who is carrying a leather suitcase, sits down in the plush chair in front of Jordan’s desk.
Jordan: “Feels good to be back in here. So, what’s going on?”
Max: “Not a whole lot, boss.” Suddenly Max gets a smile on his face and says: “Since you weren’t here for Boss Appreciation Day, I got you a gift!”
Jordan perks up and says: “You did!? I love gifts!”
Max reaches into his bag and pulls out a small box that is neatly gift wrapped. Max hands it to Jordan as he immediately tears into the gift box. Jordan pulls the gift from the box and it’s a coffee mug.
Jordan looks deflated and half heartedly says: “Oh…a coffee mug…”
Max grinning ear to ear says: “Look at what it says!”
Jordan looks at the mug and reads out loud: “Best Boss in the World.” Jordan starts smiling again and says: “You really think I’m the best boss in the world?”
Max: “Absolutely!”
Jordan’s demeanor turns from happy to pissed as he says: “Max, your attempt at brown nosing failed!” Max gets a horrified look on his face as he sinks into his chair. “If you want to brown nose, get me a brand new watch, or a box of Cuban cigars that you had to smuggle into the country. Or buy me a car! You know my stance on coffee mugs!!!” Jordan has a policy of using only one coffee mug that he has deemed his favorite when he’s not on the road. “So this….GIFT? You can shove it up your ass! It’s a FAIL…F-A-I-L! FAIL! FAIL! FAIL! EPIC FAIL!” he says sternly has he slams the mug on his desk!
Max, with his bottom lip quivering says: “Uh…I don’t know what to say…”
Jordan: “How about sorry…that’s a start, damnit! You ruined my day! You don’t say you have a gift for someone and then you don’t deliver a great gift! This is a shitty gift! You of all people should know my position on coffee cups!”
Max: “But I made it myself, hand crafted…it was a labor of love…I’m sorry I let you down.” he says slowly, in a grim tone.
Jordan stares at him until he suddenly falls into his chair bursting out in laughter! Jordan points at Max, while holding his stomach as he cackles.
A confused Max: “Hey! You were just kidding around?”
Jordan: “You should see the look on your face…priceless!” he says as he continues laughing hysterically.
Max wipes a small tear from his eye and starts smiling as he says: “That’s not nice!”
Jordan pounds his desk and falls out of his chair as he continues laughing.
Max: “Okay…you got me.”
Jordan lifts his head up above his desk and continues his maniacal laughter.
Max: “It wasn’t that funny.”
Jordan climbs back into his seat as the door to his office opens up and in walks Stephanie, the floor manager and bartender.
Stephanie: “What did I miss?”
Max: “Nothing!”
Jordan: “Oh bullshit, Max! I almost had him crying!” he says as he gets the final few laughs out of his system.
Max adjusts his glasses and says: “Absolutely not!”
Jordan: "Liar!” he turns to Stephanie and says: “What’s up Stephie!?”
Stephanie: “Just coming to see ya since ya been gone so long! How ya been?”
Jordan: “I been great. How about you?”
Stephanie: “I’ve been good.”
Jordan: “You’ve been keeping a good eye on this place, right? Max hasn’t been stealing from the deposits has he?” he says jokingly.
Stephanie laughs and Max gives a half hearted smile.
Jordan: “Oh come on, Max! Lighten up! I try to have a little fun with you and you’re not playing along! You would make a horrible improv partner.”
Max: “Okay, alright!”
Stephanie: “Gia called in, said she couldn’t get a babysitter. Her normal one got sick.”
Jordan: “Fire her!” he says jokingly again. “Will you need help?”
Stephanie: “If we get slammed, yes.”
Jordan: “Well if it does, call me and I’ll come do my Tom Cruise in Cocktail impersonation!”
Stephanie: “You can do that stuff?”
Jordan: “Sure can!”
Stephanie: “When did ya ever learn that?”
Jordan: “Well…Hot Stuff and myself use to commandeer the bars back in the day and I kinda learned by trial and error. Trust me, I’ve broke a ton of bottles while learning!” he says as they all laugh. “But, eventually, I got the hang of it.”
Max: “Nice!”
The scene fades out as the three continue discussing plans for the club for the night.
“You know Blade, I’ve been doing this a long time. Seventeen years in fact. I’ve seen guys like you come and go. It says you’re a second generation wrestler, which is good because you grew up in the business. But that don’t make you better than someone who isn’t. You see, the history of second generation guys are littered with entitled brats that live off their dad’s legacy instead of carving out their own legacy. What are you trying to do? Are you trying to coast off someone else’s achievements or are you trying to do your own thing? Do you have passion for this or were you pushed into the business? I ask because, that’ll let me know if you have what it takes to get to the next level and beat me. But let’s not kid ourselves, you won’t beat me, I’m just an all around better wrestler than you. You have never been in the ring with a person of my caliber before, I can guarantee you that much. People say I’m a legend…I say I’m an Immortal…a GOD! I’ve earned that right. You’re beneath me. Once we start wrestling, you’ll start to see that you’re not in my league. You can’t hang with me. Because while you have good technical skill, you don’t have enough in your arsenal to beat me, homey. When I’m not stuck in tag matches or multi person cluster fucks, I’ve lost one match in SCW. Just one! But, we all knew about the circus atmosphere that surrounded that match. But, one by one, by damn one that they’ve put in front of me, I’ve went through except for Nick. What have you done? So do you really think you can beat me? With a straight face, can you say you can pin my shoulders to the mat or make me submit? I didn’t think so…”
“I didn’t get a chance to do that Cocktail impersonation. The next day, I headed out to Laughlin, Nevada for the SCW show.”
“The view from up here is amazing. It truly is Blade…where is that exactly you say? The top, that’s where. It’s the view you get when you become immortal…a GOD! That’s where I’m at Blade. Will you ever get here? I doubt it. You’re not good enough, but I suppose anything can happen. Like an ant pulling a train. I guess it could happen in theory, but it doesn’t mean it will happen. Just like you becoming a GOD like myself. I’m the best at what I do Blade. I’ve proved it time after time in my career. I don’t need a championship belt to prove it. I’m not just the best wrestler in the world…I’m the best wrestler in the galaxy! When you go into a lab to construct the perfect wrestler, it would look just like myself, Jordan Williams! The GOD of professional wrestling! You see Blade, I’m smarter, I’m more talented, and I’m wiser than you. I will outthink you. I will out wrestle you. I have counters to your counters. I’m a student of the game, so I know what to expect from you Blade. You may think you know me. You may think I’m going to throw you a fastball down the middle, but in reality, you’re going to get a nasty slider down and away. I’m just that damn good man. I don’t know how else to say it! Don’t be discouraged by the outcome of the match…many have tried and few have succeeded. You’ll just be another person who thinks they have what it takes to beat Jordan Williams, but you will fall short. It’s physics…you just can’t bet against that.”
The scene opens up to shot of a private hangar outside of Laughlin, Nevada. The scene cuts to a shot of Jordan Williams getting off the private plane of his good friend and billionaire playboy, Rob Anderson. Off to the right is a brand new Ford F-150 truck with a brand new camper built on the back of it. A man steps outside the truck and it’s Jordan’s friend, Ken Hoyt.
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[/url]Jordan and Ken greet each other with a handshake.
Jordan: “Kenny! Nice ride, man.”
Ken: “Thanks.”
Jordan: “You may be a hippie…er…free spirit, but you travel in style. The way Rick made it seem like, you were traveling around in a RV from the seventies!”
Ken: “That’s Rick…he’s an asshole!”
Jordan: “You got that right! So, what brings you out here?”
Ken: “Traveling. I heard you were booked, so I decided to stop by.”
Jordan: “Where you headed?”
Ken: “Yosemite! Then after that, just wherever fate brings me!”
Jordan: “Nice! How’s Japan?”
Ken: “Great for Rick. They’re really behind him. My contract ran out, so I decided to take a break from over there for a while. Since Rick is really getting a push there, we decided not to do the tag team in SCW.”
Jordan: “I was wondering about that. It’s cool though. If you’re looking for a place to keep sharp…this is the spot.”
Ken: “Yeah, I’m still interested. I’ll take a few weeks though. I’m just beat up right now. Just a few nagging injuries I want healed up.”
Jordan: “I understand that, trust me. My neck has been bothering me some, took an suplex off the apron onto the floor a couple months back.”
Ken: “Those are the toughest ones. So, do you need a ride?”
Jordan: “Hot Stuff said there was a rental waiting for me in the hangar, but screw it. Let’s go!”
Ken: “Cool.”
The scene fades out as Jordan and Ken hop into his truck.
The scene opens up to a shot in Laughlin, Nevada at the Tropicana Express Hotel and Casino. In a hallway, Pussy Willow and a camera crew is standing by with Jordan Williams who is decked out in his ring gear and a “U Mad Bro?” t shirt. Jordan also is munching on a piece of gum. PW: “Jordan, tonight you take on Blade Alexander, a great technical wrestler in his own right. What are your thoughts heading into this match?”
Jordan in a boisterous tone: “Blade Alexander! Tonight, you will get taught the biggest lesson you will ever learn in your pathetic life! Nothing your daddy could teach you and nothing that you’ve ever experienced could ever help you prepare for the lesson I will teach you tonight! When you step into the ring with someone such as myself, first of all…its an honor and a privilege to be in the same room as me! Let’s get that straight, son! Now that we have that out the way, lets get to the matter at hand. Blade, from what I understand you been here off and on since the beginning. Yet, you haven’t made a mark in this company. You haven’t put your imprint on this company. Why? I guess I know the reason…it’s because you suck!”
He says that with a little laugh as he chews his gum in an exaggerated fashion.
Jordan: “This is your only track record and you have yet to record a championship victory or have a feud to speak highly of. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Pathetic.”
Jordan rubs his hands together while still chomping on his gum.
Jordan: “The SCW matchmakers did you a real disservice to you, my Canadian friend. Seriously. You should be wrestling the Surf Boys or something, not Jordan Williams…the GOD of professional wrestling! I’m easily the best competition you’ve ever faced and this will go down as a hallmark moment in your life. To me? I’ll probably forget about this match after I walk through the curtain!”
PW: “Jordan, what’s gotten into you? You use to be respectful towards your opponents…”
Jordan: “What’s gotten into me? Everyone has wondered when the old Jordan was coming back. The cocky, flamboyant Jordan. Not this ‘humble and respectful Jordan.’ Be careful what you wish for! I’ve chronicled this enough times, but I’ll say it briefly one more time in case the dummies under a rock didn’t get the memo. I’m sick of being nice and helping the young…and dumb talent around here. I’m out for my own well being and not anyone else’s. The old Jordan is back, baby. Just the way I like and you like. But lets get back to the topic at hand is Blade Alexander and his hopes of trying to beat me…a hope that will die out the minute we lock up and sees that he’s outta his wheelhouse. Stick to the Surf Boys…not a GOD like Jordan Williams.”
PW: “With a couple minutes left, any last moments before we wrap it up here?”
Jordan: “We wrap when I say we wrap! Nobody tells Jordan Williams how much time we have left! I am a GOD, damnit! Everyone in this damn room doesn’t leave until I say I’m done! Now Blade, the time is approaching. I’m sure you had to call the local pharmacy for your Valium. I know your heart is about to jump out of your chest. This is a big opportunity for you. Can you do the unthinkable and beat a man…nay GOD who is a million times better than you? You have your chance…don’t let it pass you by… Now, I’m done.”
The scene fades out as Jordan walks off.
