The scene fades in to the backstage area of the last Climax Control before High Stakes III, at the Colony Club Beach in Barbados. As the shot pans around, it becomes clear that this is the area where the medical treatment area is setup for the night's event. After a few moments come by, Nick Jones comes into the area, limping quite a bit in relation to his right knee, which was injured two weeks earlier. As Nick is making his way into that area, he is loudly talking along the way.
Nick: Aw man, this damn knee is acting up again. It seemed like it was getting better but now all of a sudden...
Nick suddenly stops in his tracks and stops speaking as turns the corner, looks around and simply sees an older gentleman who he does not recognize as the only person in the area. Nick looks a bit confused by the situation as he keeps looking around to no avail, finally addressing the man.
Nick: Who the hell are you?
Trainer: I'm SCW's head trainer. We've met before Mr. Jones. Numerous times.
Nick: Yeah, whatever. If you say so.
Trainer: So, you were saying something about your knee injury?
Nick: Yeah, um... don't worry about it though. It's... it's, just... don't worry.
Trainer: Well if it's bothering you, I really should take a look at it. At the very least get you on a rehab program and a treatment plan, especially if you plan on competing soon, we need to make sure you're healthy and cleared to wrestle.
Nick: I've already been cleared, so that's not a concern, alright? I'm sure I'll be fine, so let's just drop it.
Trainer: I don't understand why you would have come in here if you weren't looking for treatment.
Nick: Oh, right. Well, um.... are you sure there's nobody else working somewhere around here?
The trainer seems a bit confused by this question from Nick, but appears to ponder it a moment before responding.
Trainer: No. Just me. I'm the only one working here tonight. I mean, we have the emergency staff ready if needed, but...
Nick: No, no. Not that. Forget it. You're sure there isn't anyone else on the medical staff?
Trainer: Is there someone in particular you are looking for?
Nick: Well... no. I mean, yeah, but... it's just, there was some woman who had already previously helped me with this injury. She kind of knew what was going on, familiar with the situation, you know what I'm saying? So she knows all about my treatment and progress already and all that crap, so I figure that would make it easier is all.
Trainer: Oh really, who was that?
Nick seems hesitant to respond, not quite sure what to say as he stumbles over his words.
Nick: It was, um... well... uh. Jeez, I can't seem to remember her name. Something with a Z, maybe?
It suddenly seems to click with the head trainer as he immediately starts nodding his head and responds.
Trainer: OH! You're talking about Zoey?
A smile creeps across Nick's face for a moment, but he quickly shakes it off as he tries to act as though this is news to him.
Nick: Oh yeah, I guess that must be her name. Yeah, so is she here?
Trainer: No, she's not here tonight, sorry. Actually, I haven't seen her in a few days now, so I'm not really sure whats been going on with her.
Nick is clearly displeased with this news and appears to become a little uncomfortable and unseasy with the situation upon hearing that.
Nick: Oh... ok. Thanks anyway.
Nick goes to turn to leave, but the trainer is quick to call after him before he can get anywhere.
Trainer: You know, you really should at least let me take a quick look at that knee of yours.
Nick turns his head back towards the trainer, giving him a bit of a displeased glare before shaking his head at him>
Nick: You know what? I'm feeling perfectly fine now, so no thanks. Alright?
With that, Nick turns and walks away, this time walking without any limp in his step at all, actually seeming as though he was perfectly healthy all along, leaving the training area and having the head trainer watching Nick, looking rather perplexed in the process as the scene eventually cuts away.
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The scene opens up a few days before High Stakes III at a hotel somewhere in Trinidad. The scene is in the lobby where Nick Jones is checking into his suite, of course accompanied by Diana Roberts and his entire entourage; Tony, Jimmy and Max, who are of course carrying all of their bags, as well as Nick's and Diana's. After they all finish up, Nick starts distributing room key cards amongst the group and they go to head towards the elevators, when Nick suddenly spots entering the lobby his old friend and one of the SCW Co-Owners, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Upon seeing this he quickly turns towards Diana and the Entourage.
Nick: You know what? Why don't you guys run off ahead to the room and I'll catch up with you, alright?
The Entourage doesn't hesitate and immediately turns to leave, but Diana stays behind for a moment, keeping a suspicious eye on Nick. Before she can say anything though, Nick is quick to jump in with an explanation.
Nick: I've just got to Mark real quick, I'll be right behind you, alright?
Diana: Alright, fine. But make it quick, ok?
Nick: Yeah, sure thing, babe.
Nick gives Diana a quick kiss on the forehead and then smacks her on the butt to send her off in the direction of the elevators. As she walks out of sight, Nick quickly spins around and goes straight in towards Mark, who was heading to the front desk himself but is cut-off by Nick before he gets there.
HS: Oh, hey yank. What's up?
Nick: Not much. Just had a quick question for you is all.
HS: Sure, what is it?
Nick: Well, I got this whole knee thing going on you see. And I was getting treatment on it and I just wanted to follow up. And um... well, here's the thing. I, um...
Nick is stumbling over his words, clearly about nervous about the situation and not sure what to say next, but Mark cuts him off before he can get any further.
HS: Listen yank, I'm not an idiot. I know what's going on here.
Nick seems to get made even more nervous by these comments from Mark.
Nick: Um... you do?
HS: You're talking about Zoey. Right?
Nick: Well, I um... the thing is.
HS: I know, I know. You don't need to explain a damn thing to me, I've seen this going on for months now.
Nick starts to sweat as the conversation is making him more uneasy by the moment, and clearly he has no clue how to respond.
HS: I know there's been a lot of crap going on between her and your girl. And clearly, Diana hates the little nurse with every fiber of her being. That's what this is about, right?
Nick looks so relieved to have that be Mark's conclusion, as a big smile comes across his face and responds extremely excitedly.
Nick: OH! YEAH! Yeah, totally that.
HS: See? I told you, I know everything that's going on around here. Not to worry though, I've taken care of the whole thing, this is never going to be a problem for you again.
The smile quickly disappears from Nick's face as he quickly becomes made uneasy again by that comment from Mark.
Nick: What exactly does that mean?
HS: I just did you a favor is all. You're an old friend and sometimes you've got to help a buddy out, so that's exactly what I did.
Nick: What the hell are you talking about?
HS: It's really simple, I sent the little nursey girl packing.
Nick stares at Hot Stuff completely blankly, not quite sure if he should believe what he thinks he's hearing. With the look coming from Nick, Mark seems to feel the need to clarify.
HS: Yank, I fired Zoey.
Nick looks very unhappy by this, but after a moment has a smile come across his face, but it is quite clearly being forced on and not at all sincere as he mumbles out a response in a very unhappy tone.
Nick: Oh... great. Yeah, thanks for that. That's... that's just fantastic.
Mark seems to be more worried about getting checked in at this point, so doesn't notice Nick's demeanor and instead simply pats his buddy on the back.
HS: Not a problem yank, just glad to help out.
Hot Stuff walks off to head towards the front desk as Nick stands there, blankly staring off at nothing as the scene cuts away.
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The scene opens back up backstage at High Stakes III, just hours before the beginning of the event as SCW Reporter Ms. Rocky Mountain is standing by with Nick Jones, who is wearing a very displeased look upon his face.
RM: Hello everyone, I am here backstage with Nick Jones, who will be taking on Tom Dudely later tonight at High Stakes III. Nick, how are you feeling about tonight's matchup, and really everything that has led up to it?
Nick: How the hell do you think I feel, Mams? Why don't we recap the recent events of my life and SCW career, shall we? Let's start off with the clearly ridiculous fact that I am not a part of the main event of tonight's supercard event, while far and away being the most talented, most successful, most interesting, biggest drawing wrestler this company, or any company for that matter, has ever seen. As it is, I should already be in the midst of my THIRD SCW Heavyweight Championship reign and you know damn well that I'm right about that, don't you?
RM: Well...
Nick: It was a rhetorical question, Jugs. Anyway... I should have been champion months ago, as by all rights I won the main event against FIVE other men at the last supercard. What has happened since then? Well, let's see, since then the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt has been getting treated like it's the item in a game of freakin' hot potato! Anyone who steps into the damn with the so-called "champion" even one damn time these days is guaranteed to walk out as the newest bullshit champion in a list that keeps going on of one joke after another, ever since my boy Jordan was robbed of the belt that was rightfully his. It's a complete disgrace what is being down to that championship, a championship which I made into one of the greatest and most respected championships in all of wrestling history. But oh no, it doesn't end just there, now does it?
RM: What do you mean by that?
Nick: I mean that, for anyone who's been paying any damn attention, I have to deal with an ongoing list of bullshit issues around here all the damn time. I've got my dipshit cousin and his looney tunes friend running around like the couple of kids who were dropped on their heads as children that they are, getting in my damn way time and time again. I still haven't forgotten what that big goofy son of a bitch did, and I'm telling you right now, I am going to make sure I end this properly... my way.
RM: And what exactly is the proper ending?
Nick: That's for me to know and you to find out, Honkers. Now anyway, the point is not what's going to happen, it's that the list of shit I've been dealing with is just never-ending.
RM: What else have you had going on beyond what you've already mentioned
Nick: There's all this friggin' drama surrounding this other stuff. Of course there's going to be some random women bullshit to mix into it all, right? I mean, it started off with this whole injury I ended up having, and then me and...
Nick suddenly stops himself short of bringing up Zoey's name, and instead turns and looks at Rocky, who appears to be waiting for Nick to continue his story, but he doesn't say another word. Rocky eventually chimes back in, trying to push Nick to continue.
RM: You and who? What was going on?
Nick: That's not important. Anyway, about this match I've got tonight.
RM: Well wait, first why don't you finish telling us about what else you have going on?
Nick: It's nothing, alright? So just back off. All that matters is it's more bullshit that I'm sick and tired of. And you know what that means? It means that Tom's stupid ass is the one who's got to deal with me now, which is going to be me worse than ever. That stupid dipshit Dudely is an idiot, always has been and I've always known it. But this may very well be the dumbest thing he's ever done, giving me a reason to get my hands on his useless ass. Sure, we may have been stablemates, even tag team partners at times, even headlining supercard main events together, and the list goes on. But you want to know the truth? I never liked that sorry ass loser.
RM: I find that a little difficult to believe. Why would you two spend all of that time together in Supremacy if that were the case?
Nick: Why do you think? Every stable needs it's lackey and Tom was ours. Mark, Jordan and I weren't going to lower ourselves to the level of some of the sorry ass shit that needed to be taken care of by Supremacy, so we had Tom around to waste his time on that for us. But that's not the point, the point is that with all of the things I've already got that have me really friggin' pissed off these days, Tom simply made that list grow even longer, and managed to make himself jump right to the top of it in the process.
RM: And how does that translate to tonight's match?
Nick: It's simple really, because now Tom is the rather unfortunate one gets to be on the received end of ALLLLLL of my pent up aggression, and I promise you Chesty, it's a lot of aggression. The one thing Tom does have going for him, is a couple of weeks ago on Climax Control, he seemed all but ready to retired. Well guess what? His wish is my command, because whether he still really wants to or not, once he and I are done in that ring together tonight, I absolutely promise you that I will make sure that Tom never, ever thinks about stepping foot into a wrestling ring ever again.
RM: That's quite the bold statement, how can you say something like that so confidently?
Nick: It's simple Tits, because it ain't braggin' if you back it up. You should know damn well by now; I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.
With that, Nick shoves the microphone away from his face and storms off, leaving Rocky behind as the scene fades to black.
