{WARNING: A small glimpse of graphic violence and some very strong language is ahead. Viewers and readers discretion is highly advised}
We return to the homestead of Horace Jackson located somewhere in Texas. Horace and his wife Bridgette are sitting on their front porch. He is drinking a glass of Mike's Hard Lemonade and Bridgette is drinking some water. They are talking about all the things that happened in the last few months.
Bridgette: This has been one crazy summer babe.
Horace: It sure has honey. First, I become #1 Contender for the Roulette Championship but I almost lost that opportunity.
Bridgette: What would you have done if Erik Staggs or Tony didn't come through with their promises?
Horace: I don't want to even think about that right now.
They continue to talk about the summer when Vivian walks out from the house with her eyeliner running down her face. Bridgette is the first to notice and immediately jumps up to her feet. She then wraps her arms around Vivian and sits her down on the porch swing.
Bridgette: What's wrong Viv?
Vivian: fighting back tears Al is wanting a divorce.
Bridgette: Why is he wanting a divorce?
Vivian: Because I pay more attention to my big brother than him. At least that is what he wants me to believe. I think it could be something else.
Horace doesn't say a word as he gets up from his seat. Vivian stands up as well and wraps her arms around him. He kisses the top of her head til he sees Al walking toward his truck. Horace puts his arms down as he hops off the porch. Al sees Horace coming towards him but doesn't stop from chucking his luggage into the bed of his truck. Horace finally walks up to Al and throws his arms over the edge of the truck bed.
Horace: Al, what is going with you and my sister? You two were really happy together. We have been best friends for at least 8 years. What gives?
Rabid Al: I just got tired of your sister's constant mood swings. She's always talking about you and I'm sick of it. I want to know Horace. How long are you going to keep the wool over everyone's eyes? We both know it's only a matter of time before you resort back to the condescending ways. Those retarded idiots in Sin City Wrestling will soon find out that you are nothing but a joke. Just like your stupid sister. Luckily, I have myself a perfect backup plan.
Horace shakes his head before slamming his hands against the truck edge. The sound startles Al as he looks over toward Horace.
Horace: You know, I should have known a guy like you couldn't stand playing second fiddle. I am intrigued though about what you just said. What is this backup plan?
Rabid Al: I have been seeing a few girls here and there while you were on the road. Turns out they want to move in with them. I am going to be surrounding by beautiful women and I don't need to be married for this kind of fun.
Horace: So you are cool with throwing 5 years of marriage to my little sister down the drain. I got to say Al, I never in a million years would have saw this coming but then again you never did have my back.
Rabid Al: Your sister is nothing but a spoiled little bitch. I only married her to get her to leave me alone. Do you know how easy it has been for me to fool around on her? It's like taking candy from a baby. Horace, I hope Andrew Garcia rips your fucking head off your shoulders. He may just finish what that fucktard Equinox started a few weeks ago.
Horace: You know something Al, I got a going away present for you.
Rabid Al: You do? What it is Horace?
Horace: This!
Horace sticks his hand out to shake Al's hand which he graciously accepts. Al turns away from Horace hoping he would let go. Instead, a sinister smile comes across his face as he looks into Al's eyes. Al doesn't know what is going on til Horace pulls him in for a hard clothesline. He falls to the ground with a thud as Horace holds onto the edge of the truck while driving his boots into the muscular sternum of Al. Al starts grunting in pain as he trips Horace down. Al rolls over onto his stomach before pushing himself back up to his feet. Horace is on a knee as Al charges at him. Horace catches him by the head and drives him face first into the finder. Al grabs at his face as Horace drives him head first into the truck again. A decent size dent is visibly seen as Al starts fighting back. He goes to whip Horace into the side mirror but Horace reverses it sending Al face first into the side mirror. Horace charges at Al and kicks his head nearly through the passenger window. Al slumps down as blood starts trickling down the back of his head. Shards of glass are stuck inside his flesh as Horace kneels down to look into Al's eyes.
Horace: I guess you forgot about how protective I am over my little sister. Did you really think I wouldn't kick your head off after that comment you made about her? Then you obviously don't know me at all. Now get your ass off my property before I have your ass carried off.
Rabid Al: Spits some blood out of his mouth Go fuck yourself.
Horace stands back up and takes a few steps back. He charges full speed and strikes Al with a hard knee to the head.
Horace looks down at a completely unconscious Al before walking away from the scene. He begins to chuckle as the flashbacks of last Climax Control starts flooding inside his mind. The open challenge from Andrew Garcia is played over and over again like it was a soothing sound. He comes to a break in his fence and throws his arms over the top of it.
Andrew Garcia, you have to be either the bravest son of a bitch on the entire SCW Roster or you are just another lackey who kisses Mark Ward's ass. Tell me something Andrew, when you said HSI is a family. What kind of family are we talking about here? Are you like the Manson family? Are you like the family in the Devil Rejects? Come on tell me Andrew, what kind of family are you really? Do you have family dinners and talk about the sunsets? If I were to answer that question for you Andrew then I would call your so called "family" unit another Manson style family.
What do I mean by that? Well, let me explain or give you a history lesson. Charles Manson is one of the world's most notorious crime bosses who worshiped the devil in every fashion. He brainwashed those who followed him into murdering people, kidnapping kids, molesting small children and evening wanting them to commit mass suicide. That is the same thing I have seen with the HSI. Mark Ward uses people like you Andrew Garcia all because he needs people to whip his ass. The moment you opened your mouth, made this ridiculous challenge and decided to over think this destroying me bit. Garcia, you can call yourself this "Orange Hulk" all you want. Because it doesn't really matter what color you want to be called. In the end, the one color that matters is if you bleed crimson red.
The Underworld is screaming out for new blood to be shed and more bones to grind into dust. The Hulk may seem to be invincible but The Soulless One believes that you are beatable. You are running into your own demise and yet you still have no real idea. Equinox got real fucking lucky with that shit of a match. He knows deep done that I could have destroyed him. Now I must channel my frustration by busting your ass open. You run that mouth so damn much Andrew but the moment someone calls you out on your incoherent babbling you screw yourself over.
It's about that Andrew when you dust off those pathetic orange boots, strap on your orange singlet and prepare for a one on one contest that can change your life. Recently, you have transitioned into a tag team wrestler which means Andrew you probably can't last at least 5 minutes with The Soulless One. The Underworld is still coming to Sin City Wrestling. With this new establishment, I want to wish you the best of luck. I just have one final thing to say, THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU.
Horace turns around from the fence and walks back toward the house. The scene fades as Vivian gives her older brother a hug.