[Christian Underwood]

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[sean jackson]

 Static....        


Times Square on the 31st of December, where anybody who IS somebody will be standing shoulder to shoulder with approximately one million other party goers, awaiting for that magical moment when the coutdown marking the end of 2014 begins, and ends with the New Year's Eve ball descends down the pole on atop One Times Square...

Marking the beginning of 2015.

All with the strike of midnight.

But something else comes to an end at the strike of midnight.  No matter how much he tries to fight it, no matter how much he denies it, the era of Drake Green ends the moment that ball brings in 2015, never to return again.


December 30th
New York City
top floor of the Waldorf Astoria


Welcome to the world of Sean Jackson, courtesy of Sin City Wrestling and Hot Stuff Mark Ward.  As the camera picks up the life awarded to the rich and famous, the view is stunning.  A room larger than most houses, an area for lounging that's completely separate from the sleeping quarters.  As the camera continues to pan, a chuckle is heard.  As the camera pans further, the chuckle turns to laughter as someone is seen seated in a chair, his legs extended outward from under a magazine and propped on the coffee table.

"Come on Drake, you had to know that it was all coming to an end."

Moving the magazine ever so slightly, the page is no longer covering his face and Sean comes into view.

"Oh Drake, ever the constant whiner.  When are you going to realize that it's over, that you lost?  not once, but twice.

Sean turns the magazine to where the article he's reading is now in the view of the camera.  There for the entire world to see is a Wrestling Insider's article of how Sean defeated Drake Green for the SCW heavyweight title.

"I took your best shot, twice...and both times, you failed.  Now granted, I know that you're going to use Gabriel as an excuse for losing your re-match, that somehow he had anything to do with your losing..."

Sean sets the magazine face down, careful not to lose his place.

"But if you want to lie to yourself, then go right on ahead.  But I'll be damned if I let you cheapen my accomplishment by lying to those idiotic fans who refuse to accept the truth."

He reaches over and picks up a glass from the table.  As he takes a sip, his eyes close slightly as he savors the flavor before setting it back down.  A smile forms as his eyes re-open.

"I had almost forgotten what champagne tasted like."

Sean had high hopes when he won the ACW world heavyweight title.  He planned on living the high life before it was all ripped away by Simon Jones.  Something that he has no intentions on allowing again.

"Or what it felt like to stay in the best hotels, to eat in the finest restaurants, to be a member of the most exclusive clubs..."

He rolls his eyes.

"Away from the common gutter trash that you call your people."

He stands up and begins to walk around the suite, giving the camera man a bit of a tour.  

"Because believe me, none of those trailer park loving, sister screwing people that you adore so much could EVER appreciate something like this.  I mean look at this place Drake, what it costs to stay here for one night is more than what your average fan makes in a month..."

He points back towards the Bollinger champagne on the table.

"What I'm drinking costs more than the average house payment for your fans Drake."

Sean then walks over to a painting hanging on the wall.  It's surrounded by gold plating and is virtually spotless of any smudges or fingerprints.

"Take this painting for instance.  The average fan of Drake Green would piss on something like this.  They aren't refined, they aren't even civilized, but what can you expect from people who cheer one of the biggest frauds in wrestling history?"

He speaks as if he despises everything about Drake Green, including his fans.  But with good reason, it was because of Drake, that Sean Jackson couldn't live the comfortable life.  It was because of Drake, that Sean Jackson has had to struggle with who he was, and with what he was doing.  

As he thinks about his time without championship gold, he shudders.  It's like eating Wal Mart brand tuna fish instead of the caviar that he was used to.

"Yes Drake, you're a fraud...pure and simple.  But why waste time telling you something that you already know?"

Sean shrugs.

"Hell, it's not like your fans could give a good god damn either way.  Because let's face it, they're just as much of a fraud as you are.  They will lie, just like you.  They will steal, just like you.  They will cheat, just like you."

Sean reaches into his pocket and takes out a money clip.  Filled with $100 bills, he holds it up between his thumb and index finger.

"You call them your people, but every last one of them would put a gun to my head in order to rob me.  They would do it because they're too lazy to get real jobs of their own.  They would do it because it's easier than waiting for a handout from a complete stranger."

He slowly pockets the money.

"It's that what you're waiting on Drake?  a handout?

Sean shakes his head as he walks back across the room and sits down in the chair.  

"Then you had better keep on waiting you son of a bitch, because I'm not handing you a god damned thing.  If you want that title back, then you're going to have to pry it from my cold, dead hands..."

He then switches gears.

"And as far as you're concerned Gabriel, you had better acknowledge a gift when it's given to you.  I could have played that game all damn night if I wanted to.  I could have let the two of you bang on each other until I got tired, but didn't.  I decided to show some mercy on you and accept your submission..."

He tilts his head ever so lightly, and winks.

"Because it was the humane thing to do.  But if you have issues with that, then by all means, let me know because I'm not a hard man to find.  I'll be the one rolling in hottest wheels, wearing the most expensive threads, relaxing in the most exclusive hotels, and the one wearing the SCW heavyweight championship."

As he extends his hand, Vanessa comes into view and hands him the championship belt.  As he drapes it over his shoulder, Vanessa then hands him the glass from the table.

"That's right Gabriel, the one wearing the heavyweight championship..."

After taking another sip, Sean hands the glass back to Vanessa who stands in place.

"You see Gabriel, back in the day, you were a big deal.  But that was then, this is now...and the now belongs to me.  I didn't have a problem with you putting Drake in his place, but the moment you had visions of wearing this championship again..."

Sean taps the face plate.

"It became a problem.  A problem that I simply couldn't overlook, or ignore.  But it's not too late, it's still early enough for you to regain what senses you have left and do the right thing..."

Taking a deep breath, he holds his index finger up towards the ceiling.

"And that is crawl your ass back under your rock, because if you continue on this current path of foolishness, then I will Justin Halliwell and Jamie Dean you so fast it will make your head swim."

The beeping of an alarm begins and Vanessa leans in close.  After whispering something in his ear, Sean smiles.

"If you'll excuse me, there's something that I need to take care of."


Later on that evening....


The camera pans around to an athletic club inside of the Waldorf Astoria.  While it begins to zoom in, Sean Jackson is seen running on the tread mill, Vanessa and Marshall Owens standing nearby.  After noticing the camera, Sean hits the stop button and steps off.  Wearing jogging pants and a t-shirt, he wipes the sweat from his face and begins to address the camera.

"You know, after strolling around New York City all day, it's nice to be able to come into a place like this, to have a satisfying workout, and not have to smell the feet and ass of Drake Green trash."

Sean curls up his nose, just thinking about a club infested with Billy Joe Jim Bob, and his canker core kissing cousin Sally Sue.

"I can just imagine Cousin Cletus trodding thru the pig slop, shit up to his ankles, meanwhile Betsy Lou in the background cheering him on with a wart on her ass the size of Texas...."

Sean moves from the treadmill and towards the forty pound dumb bells.  As he takes a pair off of the rack, he continues.

"Yes Drake, you represent the trash that I absolutely abhore.  You represent the garbage that I step over on a daily basis.  Your fans are nothing more than gum under my shoes Drake, their nothing..."

As he begins to rep the weights, he turns his attention to Gabriel.

"And....as....far....as you're....concerned Gabriel.  You still...have the...chance...to bail...from this."

He drops the weights onto the floor.

"Come on Gabriel, this is between Drake and myself, it has absolutely nothing to do with you.  Instead of me blasting out the back of your skull, or compressing the vertabrae in your neck with the hook em horns driver...."

Like he did to Justin Halliwell and Jamie Dean.

"Why don't you just do yourself a favor and relish the rest of your life without the means of physical therapy?  Come on Gabriel, be smarter than that sorry schmuck Drake Green.  Just because he's got a freaking death wish, doesn't mean you've got to follow suit."

Sean strokes his chin with the thumb and index finger.

"But in case I've given you way too much credit, and you aren't smart enough to avoid all of this, then let me go ahead and explain things to you."

Sean's eyes narrow and his nostrils flare.

"First of all Gabriel, I'm not some idiot who can be influenced by smoke and mirrors.  I'm a man who gets what he wants, and then keeps hold of them by whatever means neccessary.  Like take Odette for instance..."

The camera pans in tight on his face.

"She's a lovely person with a huge upside, and I would hate to devastate her life by breaking her husband.  But you see Gabriel, when it comes to the SCW heavyweight championship, I would break my own mother's neck if it meant holding onto this type of life style."

Reaching his hand outward, Sean is handed a bottle of water by his manager and attorney Marshall Owens.  Realizing that his words are a bit harsh, he takes a short breath and quickly lets it out, taking the time to change his demeanor.

"Damn it Gabriel, I've got nothing against you.  Hell, I happen to like you bro.  Anybody who puts Drake fucking Green in his place is a stand up guy in my opinion and deserves to be applauded.  But Jesus man, if you think for one second that I won't destroy you and leave Odette with a vegetable, then you're sadly mistaken."

He smiles.

"In one more day, it's going to be 2015.  Why not enjoy it?  why not spend it with your lovely wife, injury free?  Come on Gabriel, you know that there are more important things in life than a title you've got no shot in winning.  So do yourself a favor, stay home with that lovely wife of yours and make babies bro..."

The smile gets larger.

"Make her feel special dude, that's all I ask.  If I was you, I wouldn't even get out of bed.  But just so there aren't any hard feelings over that whole Climax Control fiasco where you tapped to Drake Green..."

Again Sean reaches off camera and this time Marshall hands him a money clip.

"Why don't I fly you and Odette here to Times Square where the two of you can bring in the new year, and in the most romantic way possible."

Sean winks.

"And as for you Drake, at Inception, you're going away dude, whether you like it or not.  I guess what I'm trying to say is this.  Don't go away mad, just go away.  Because if you don't, the next stop on the Drake Green tour is the hospital...and it WILL be a one way trip."

Fade.

[Gabriel]

 Home is where the heart is... well that's what they say, unless your an SCW star and home is what ever backwards town Christian Underwood books you in. 2015, isn't about a backward town, it's about backward countries, we all have to give up our homes to be on this tour. My wife is pregnant, and looks like our baby will be born while I'm not about. Still, might as well get things done while I can.

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Inside the home I share with my wife, I stand in a room. The walls are painted a pale yellow color, with a rainbow mural painted through the wall, adding life to it. I stand and admire the work, yellow paint covering old dirty blue jeans. Specs on my face show that I have been working in this room recently. The white door creaks open, quickly catching my attention. I turn around to see Odette peering her head in to the door.

"Darling." I start "You can't be in here, all the fumes and shit."

Odette ignores me for the most part, her eyes darting around the room, with a smile on her face. She steps a little more in to the room, her smile widening as she sees a white crib set up to one side of the room and a mobile above it. A little to the right of that is a comfortable chair, with pillows stacked high. Odette walks over to join me, linking her arm in mine and putting her head on my arm.

"It looks great." Odette starts "It will be nice to come back to when this tour is over."

I look at Odette curiously.

"Come back to?" I ask

"Well, the tour and all that." Odette starts "I wanna be there with you."

I put my arm around Odette's shoulder, looking down at her and kissing her on the head.

"You can't really travel around." I say, placing my hand on Odette's stomach. "For obvious reasons."

"I can" she protests "I just can't fly after six months. Which means I can come to England and travel with you by car for a while and when I get closer, I can go back to England and you won't be more than a few hours flight away."

I nod slowly, unable to find an argument against this logic.

"And by the time I have the baby." Odette continues "You shouldn't be too far from where I am and neither will Mel, so things will work out fine"

"You've really thought about this, eh?" I say with a smile

Odette looks up at me, her sweet smile filling the room.

"Of course." She replies "I don't really want our child born in Africa, or somewhere like that."

Odette's phone starts to ring in her pocket. She pulls it out and looks at the front.

"It's Melody" she tells me.

"This is a call I think you're gonna want to take" I reply

Odette nods at me, running her free hand up my arm.

"I'll take this one downstairs" She quickly tells me.

Odette leaves the room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

This is gonna be a huge year for me. Heavyweight title fight, which I have every single intention in the world of winning, a baby on the way, a big old tour that will take me up and down the countries of the world. This is what it's all about, living the life, and having a place like this to come home to when it's all said and done. Wrestling is a fickle bitch, one minute you're riding high, and the next you have an injury that stops you from walking, let alone wrestling. I won't be one of those people that end up crippled, but I will give it my all for my kid to be proud of me. As God is my witness, I swear that when my child is born, I will be SCW heavyweight champion, I will be the best damn wrestler known to man. I will be the name on everybodies lips.

"Knock knock" a booming voice behind be calls out.

I turn around to see the ominous figure of Synn standing in the doorway, holding two beers in his hand. He looks at me as he steps in.

"I just swung by." he starts "And Odette told me to bring this to you."

Synn reaches out a hand, moving a beer in my direction.

"Thanks" I reply "Just what I needed."

I quickly drink back as Synn takes a sip of his own beer.

"That's a first" I reply with a grin "Synn drinking alcohol that's not at least ten years old."

Synn tilts his head at me.

"It's not my fault you don't stock the good stuff here" he replies sharply.

"I would offer you a chair but you know." I start

"Perfectly good floor here" Synn says pointing down.

Synn and I both take a seat on the floor. I take another gulp of my beer and look at Synn.

"So what brings you all the way out here to me?" I ask curiously.

"It's been a while since we sat down and spoke." Synn starts "And there's a hell of a lot going on. There's the tour, the title match and obviously this."

Synn waves his hands around the room.

"Yeah. This..." I wave my hands around the room "This has come round pretty quickly. I'm sure the thunder stealing Staggs would probably agree."

Synn tilts his head and smiles

"Indeed." Synn starts "But where's your focus at right now."

I rub my free hand across my chin

"A little scattered" I start "But I'm determined Synn. The most determined I've been in a long time, the most driven I've been in a while. I know and have known for a long time I've been held back for not being someone's favorite wrestler but I put myself in a position where they have no choice but to see me get on with it and come away as a champion."

Synn nods in agreement with me

"I don't have to be everyone's favorite wrestler to get what I deserve and I'm gonna get what I deserve at Inception. All I have to do is get out there, keep a cool head, and take what belongs to me" determination sounding through in my voice. "People might not give me much of a chance, but I give me every chance in the world. I give me every chance to go out there and walk away with the gold. It's gonna happen man."

A wide smile crosses Synn's face

"This is the Gabriel I met all those years ago" He tells me lifting up his beer "This is the Gabriel I saw potential in"

"And this is the Gabriel that's gonna make ya proud when I walk out of Inception with the SCW heavyweight championship" I say with a wink.

"Oh I know you will" Synn starts "Everyone will see the Seven Deadly Sins are alive and kicking when you come home with that, Rage comes home with the SCW Internet championship and Joshua keeps his tag team titles"

"To a golden 2015." I toast

Synn and I knock our beer bottles together as the scene fades.



Funny how things turn out isn't it...

A few weeks ago, there was me focused on destroying Drake Green for lying to each and every fan he's ever stood in front of and now I get a long overdue shot at Sean Jackson's heavyweight championship. It has been a long, long time coming.

I came back just under a year ago, came back to a place where I was the first person to sign, an original SCW guy, and changed the course of my future, but I got put in shit matches against shit opponents like Steve Ramone, Jon Dough, people who couldn't hold a candle to me, but I did it until I got a decent opponent like Christian Underwood.

Oh Christian, wrestling's answer to a sporting legend when you look at the list of achievements he has to his name, but I defeated this man. You would have thought there and then I was destined for great things after defeating the boss himself...

But no...

More shit matches against more sub par opponents, more matches against people who couldn't stand up to me.

Now, finally, I get a chance against real quality.

When I came back I was hoping Drake Green would be the man who saved the day when my wife and I was trying to draw someone in. We all know Drake loves to play hero, but Drake was nowhere to be seen. That's because Drake was a little too busy trying to fuck his way through the bombshell roster.

Am I against a man trying to get his end away?

No.

What I'm against is people trying their hardest to lie, and deceive people who have put them where they are today, cause that is what Drake Green has spent a career doing to you people. That's what your hero has done to you. This is what needs to stop because as much as you all want to believe that this man is God, I can assure you that he is not. This man is actually the devil.

Are you familiar with the devil's greatest trick?

His greatest trick was to convince you that he didn't exist. This is what Drake Green does, because he has made you see what he think's you want to see, not the truth behind the eyes, he's showing you what he wants to get ahead in SCW and because of your cheers, because you've chanted his name, because you've felt every punch he's ever thrown, because he's made you feel every punch he's ever taken, he has convinced you that you're part of the journey he's been on, but in reality, he just said what he had to, to be allowed to be on this journey.

Think about it...

If you decided that Drake Green was no good, you wouldn't cheer him, he'd be opening cards and not closing them, because you'd all see what a waste of time, effort and space Drake Green is. He knew this, he knew deep down that without you cheering his name, he was just an average wrestler, with nothing special about him. This is why he had to get on his knees in front of you and beg to be accepted. He didn't care about any of you and still don't care about any of you. He cares about his career and not the people he's meant to be doing this for.

This sticks in my throat...

The man was a champion, telling you all that he represents you, but it wasn't. It was all about his ego, about how he can get to the top. This is a man who is a champion representing you and all you're meant to be about.

He tricked you all.

He made you think that he was there for you, but no.

This is why Drake Green must be destroyed in Birmingham, England. His reign of bullshit must end and he must be held accountable for all the lies and misleading comments that he's made. He will be made accountable for this mess that he created.

I will save you Drake...

I will take away the errors of your ways, I will lift the burden from your shoulders with a beating that makes you see the light, that makes you open your eyes and look to the sky an beg forgiveness for all the wrong you've done. I will make you see that all can be redeemed Drake, if you open your eyes and accept what you've done. Your soul can be saved from where it's heading.

You can stop becoming the ultimate embarrassment that you are.

Yes Drake, an embarrassment. Anyone who's ever met you can see it, everyone who's every known you, dead or alive can see that you are an embarrassment. There's people rolling over in their graves out of embarrassment, just by having met you. The people close to you that have departed, died just to get away from you Drake.

I think you know who I'm talking about.

He died of embarrassment because he didn't wanna be seen around you anymore... Who could really blame him? There's not a man, woman or child that would blame him for that Drake. I would have done the same if I had to be that close to you and watch you force feed people the shit you do.

I will not let you near that SCW Heavyweight championship again Drake, I will not let you come close to tarnishing that title belt again. I will use everything in my power to stop you getting near it. Everything Drake, everything I have. This script is not written for you to take the gold and reign supreme once more, this script is written for me to take what's mine and put an end to the passing phase that is Drake Green. I have the power to do it, and I will use that power to make sure you won't even come close to putting you back on top of the mountain.

The game has changed Drake and this game, you will not compete in.

Now I know you've been listening to me Sean, listening to what I have to say about Drake, well lucky you now, because it's now your turn to listen to what I have to say about you.

Me and you are not so different. We both love to fuck with others heads just to get ahead of the competition. We both take advantage of weakness, but this is where it gets interesting Sean.

What's my weakness?

What's my chink in the amour that you're going to try and exploit in a way only Sean Jackson can? You're wasting your time just by looking for one, because I have no weaknesses, but you already know that from the last Climax Control, don't you? You saw up close when you pulled on those stripes that I won't be giving up so easily, so you tried to live up to your name.

The mental rapist trying to get in my head by screwing me out of a win.... who would have thought it, eh?

Oh wait, everyone would have thought it cause everyone DID think it. Everyone knew what you was gonna do Sean, including me. I knew you was gonna do it as a way to get in to my head. Well I don't think it had the desired effect you was looking for. You thought for a few weeks I was gonna be sitting around pulling my hair out, but actually Sean, I've been pretty calm, I've been relaxed and smiling. It didn't bother me, because I knew this was coming and it's put me in a reflective mood. You see your little jab was ineffective, all it's done is make me wanna take that shiny gold belt a little bit more than I did before.

So that's what I'm gonna do.

Trying to make me look weak tapping out has just kicked me in the behind to take away the one thing that defines you, the SCW heavyweight championship.

I had nothing against you Sean, in fact you made a good champion but it's a new year Sean, it's time for a new champion, it's time for a new man to step up and take the lead in SCW, a man to lead SCW in to 2015 and beyond, and that man is me. It won't be the so called man of the people and it won't be the mental rapist. It will be me. It will be my time to give the people a real champion.

It's gonna happen.

Put your house, your car and everything you own on it, because I will be leaving no room for error, I will be making no mistake. I'm going home to England and I'm leaving there with the SCW Heavyweight championship. You can all beg, plead, and cry for me not to do it, but it's already written. I will be your new champion.

I've worked too hard to fuck this up now and I will  not fuck this up. As you all live and breathe, you will see me become what I should have become a long time ago.

This is my time and I shall not fail.

Sean Jackson.... Drake Green.... may God have mercy on your soul....

... Cause I will not.

[sean jackson]

 A Champion's Quest



On November 9th of 2014, the entire wrestling landscape changed as Sean Jackson defied the odds and took the SCW heavyweight title away from Drake Green.  But it wasn't so much taking the title away as it's been actually holding onto it.

From the moment Sean Jackson stepped into Sin City, he had visions of hoisting that championship belt towards the heavens, to show that professional wrestling had a new God in charge of the six sided ring.  A vision that was nurtured by months and months of intense training, as well as a mindset that was years in the making.

A champions mindset.

A mindset that no one would ever be good enough to take HIS championship belt away.  Not Drake Green, not Gabriel Stevens...

NOBODY.

Now granted, Drake Green has come after him like a man possessed.  Time after time after time, Drake Green has given his absolute best shots in regaining that championship belt, but has largely been unsuccessful.

Why?

Well for starters, Sean refused to be an underachiever.  He refused to hand over a championship belt that he had fought so hard to obtain....

Especially to a man named Drake Green.

But again, why?

Well that was simple.  From the moment Sean won the championship at High Stakes IV, he went into think and act like a champion mode.  He delved into anything and everything champion related.  He practically lived and breathed a man by the name of Vince Lombardi, who was so successful in the world of professional football, they named a damn championship after him.  


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January 5, 2015
Las Vegas, Nevada
top floor suite of the Bellagio


The scene opens inside one of the Bellagio's expensive top floor suites.  The suite, bigger than some houses is filled with expensive paintings, gold colored fabric for the furniture, and a stocked bar that rivaled some of the smaller Vegas clubs.  As the camera panned around, the SCW heavyweight championship belt could be seen on a table, the faceplate standing up, the name Sean Jackson clearly visable.  As the camera pans in tight on that faceplate, Sean's voice breaks the silence.

Jackson:  "What's the matter Drake?  is it too quiet for you?"

Don't look now, but Sean is taking an obvious swipe at Drake's people.  The fans that he caters to on a daily basis.

Jackson:  "Your underachievers are no longer cheering for you like they did when you were champion?"

A hand comes into view, picking up the heavyweight championship.  As the camera pans outward, the hand belongs to Sean Jackson and the camera follows him to a chair.  Once he sits, he drapes the belt across his waist.  

Sean is wearing a pair of slacks, dress shoes, and a button down dress shirt.  

Jackson:  "Didn't I warn you about them before?"

He chuckles a bit, knowing damn good and well that he HAD warned Drake about his so called fans.  But as usual, Drake just couldn't bring himself to believe it.  In his mind, there was no way HIS fans would turn their backs on him.  No way.

Jackson:  "Oh wait, that's right...you didn't want to hear a damn thing that I had to say.  You wanted to believe that your fans would follow you forever, that they would cheer you no matter what, that they would follow you everywhere in order to get an autograph.  But yet, lo and behold...they aren't cheering for you any longer, are they?"

Sean waves off the rhetorical question, and why not?  even when confronted with the mountain of evidence, there would be no way in hell that Drake would admit it.  No, plausible deniability would be the saving words of the day in his mind.  The fans aren't quiet because he lost the title, it's just been a slow time because of Obamacare.  Or because of ISIS.  Or maybe it can be blamed on the Tea Party?

Jackson:  "Come on Drake, admit it already.  Your so called fans have turned their backs on you because you no longer have what it takes.  They hung on your jock strap in the past because they could live their lives through you.  They enjoyed the fact that you could sleep your way through the bombshell division and still maintain as the champion.  But now, all of a sudden, that's no longer the case.  Why cheer for a Drake Green that no longer has it, when they can cheer for the man who was destined to be the man of Sin City Wrestling?"

He does the double thumb pump towards himself.

Jackson:  "That being me.  The man that Mark Ward opened up the checkbook for, and wrote out a check that made sure I would say yes.  But you see, that's always been the difference between you and I.  You needed those fans, you needed to cater to them so that they would hang on your every word.  But answer me this Drake, why?  why did you feel the need to bend your life around a bunch of strangers who...."

He extends his arms outward, in other words, drawing attention to the suite he was in.

Jackson:  "Could never enjoy something as grand as this?  who could never in their wildest dreams understand what it is to be a champion?  But yet, they seem to be the ones speaking the loudest when it comes to how you should live your life and how much time you should devote to them."

As he brings his arms back in to his body, Sean shakes his head back and forth.

Jackson:  "Well, that isn't for me Drake.  I don't need to listen to a bunch of nothing happening trailer trash in order to feel good about myself.  Unlike you, I have everything that I need to be the successful champion that I've always known I could be..."

He smiles.

Jackson:  "Unlike Gabriel Stevens who really has no business being in the championship match at Inception.  The only reason he's there in the first place, is because he had the foresight to attack Drake during his rematch.  But because Gabriel is prone to failure, here we find ourselves once again having to deal with the loveable loser that thinks he is the champion of the people..."

Standing, Sean drapes the belt over his shoulder and begins to make his way towards the balcony.  As he steps through the doorway, he peers out over the Vegas strip.

Jackson:  "That's right Gabriel, once again you prove yourself to be nothing more than a failure.  You stick yourself out there, talking about how you're going to refuse Drake another shot at the title, but yet true to form, there he is, once again making a fool of you."

He takes a deep breath, taking in the Vegas air.  

Jackson:  "I noticed how you like to rest on the past, as if it has any bearings at all on today.  Well answer me this Gabriel, what happens after Inception is over and once again you've failed?"

Sean takes another deep breath as he rubs his chin with the thumb and index finger.

Jackson:  "Or better yet, what happens after you've failed at Inception, and I've caved in the back of your skull with my high knee?  Does poor Odette have a miscarriage, grief stricken because she wasn't strong enough to save you?  or, does it go much deeper than that?  How about your child growing up without a father?"

In typical Sean Jackson fashion, he's managed to turn this personal.  Very personal.  But then again, that's always been his M.O.

Jackson:  "The only relationship your child has with you is the occasional trip to the hospital, getting to see the vegetable with all the tubes and electrical wires coming from his body..."

Sean taps his chin several times.

Jackson:  "Nah, that wouldn't be traumatizing...not at all.  I'm sure it will be all rainbows and unicorns for the little snot nosed brat.  I'm sure he or she will be all peachy keen with playing jump rope with any number of those wires extending from your body..."

As he looks upward, an unusual facial expression begins to form.  Yes, he is imagining a little kid playing jump rope next to Gabriel's hospital bed.

Jackson:  "...because it's not like you give a damn about anyone but yourself anyway.  Case in point, there you are.  Trying to convince Odette that you're going to be there for her...for your child.  All the while, seemingly unconcerned that in six more days, you are stepping into the ring with a man who plans on retaining the heavyweight title by any means neccessary."

As he turns his back to the Vegas skyline, his eyes get narrow and his nostrils flare.

Jackson:  "That's right Gabriel, by any and all means neccessary.  So let me ask you a question Gabriel.  Do you plan on doing whatever it takes to walk out of Inception with my championship?  Do you plan on sacrificing everything for it?  your body?  your career?  your life?"

Now you're beginning to get an insight into the mind of Sean Jackson.

Jackson:  "How about your child's life?"

That smile.

Jackson:  "How about Odette's life?"

Dramatic pause.

Jackson:  "Yeah, you're good for that aren't you?  Not giving a damn about anyone but yourself.  Willing to walk into Inception, with the false dreams of walking out champion, but no more the chance than that miserable piece of crap Drake Green.  Well let me tell you something Gabriel.  You may or may not be able to sacrifice everything to take my championship, but I AM willing and able to sacrifice everything you have to retain."

Sean leaves from the balcony area and re-enters his suite.  After walking across the room, he sits back down in the chair and kicks his feet up on the table, totally relaxed.

Jackson:  "I put Justin Halliwell in the hospital.  I beat Jamie Dean to within an inch of his life, and come Inception, I won't hesitate to blast out the back of your skull.  Matter of fact, I won't shed a single tear nor will I lose any sleep if and when you force me to do it.  So I guess the question you need to ask yourself is this?"

Pause.

Jackson:  "Which is more important?  a championship you have no chance of regaining, or your family?  Because Gabriel, at Inception...I'm winning, and I'm winning by any means neccessary."


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"I don't hate you Gabriel, I never have.  But what do you expect me to do?  Do you honestly think that I'm just going to sit back and watch as you or Drake just waltz out of the ring with my championship?"

"No Gabriel, I'm sorry...but that just isn't going to happen.  Why don't you just save yourself the trouble and do the right thing.  Be there for Odette and your unborn child, be there for them.  Don't make me have to end your career, end your life, your unborn child's life."

"You aren't Drake Green, so stop acting like him.  You remember Drake don't you?  the egotistical son of a bitch who doesn't care for anyone but himself.  The man who has run though the bombshell division like Barney Stinson on an orgy fueled binge episode of How I Met Your Mother."

"Yes that's right Drake, you are Sin City's version of Barney Stinson...except he's cooler than you are.  He may be shallow, but he never tries to hide it from anyone.  Well after Inception, those fans are going to see you for the piece of shit that you are.  While Gabriel tries to figure out what's more important in his life, and while you're trying to find new and improved ways to hide your secret life from those idiotic fans who fall on your every word..."

"I'm on a championship quest to be the absolute best that SCW has ever seen.  Even better than you two could have ever been."


Fade.

[Gabriel]

 Home... ok, it's not exactly London, but it is England. A place where you can be cheered for being a bastard elsewhere, I love it

Birmingham, England, in 2015. Been a damn long time since my feet hit British soil. Been a long long time since I could say I was in a country with respect and decency. Million times better than America. I don't have to like you America but I will continue to take your money.

Thank fuck I don't have to wrestle for those overweight slobs for a while. Time to be a hero in front of my own fans.



"So cold." Odette whispers as she stands next to me.

My eyes look down on my pregnant wife as she stands in the streets of Birmingham. A cold drizzle of rains mists the air, resting gently on her fur coat, and matching grey fur hat. Her soft eyes look up at me as I put my leather jacket clad arm around her shoulder, looking around the street, lit up by dim street lights. I move closer to Odette as we walk slowly down the street.

"Say the woman who insisted we buy a house in Sweden" I casually say, a slight laugh in my tone.

Odette tilts her head as she looks up at me.

"Because Sweden is pretty." She replies "This is just miserable."

I nod in slight agreement.

"Yeah" I state "Miserable as all hell, but you know, for some reason, some genius in the SCW offices thought it would be a wise idea to have me do this stupid arse "audience with..." crap, for people just to draw some attention to their show. Like they need to draw attention to it. I'm in the main event, in a country that loves me, that's attention enough."

As Odette and I continue to walk the grey paving slabs below my feet, a young woman and child approaches us, a young boy.

"Mummy!" The boy shouts in excitement "It's Gabriel and Odette!"

I raise my hand with a wave to the child as he looks up towards Odette and myself.

"Don't point David." The mother tells the child. "It's rude."

"It's all good." I reply "Hello David."

The child's eyes light up at the mere mention of his name.

"He knows my name!" David says as he tugs on his mothers long, woolen jacket.

Odette can't help but smile, her mothering instincts forcing her to run her hand over her stomach, feeling her ever growing baby bump. Shyly, David looks back towards us.

"You are so gonna be the champion on Sunday." He tells me, his eyes smiling from his cheekbones.

"I am." I tell him as I bend down, dropping to one knee "Cause I'm gonna do it for every single person that supports me in this country. I'm gonna do it for every single person that doesn't like Sean Jackson as champion, I'm gonna do it cause I don't like Drake Green."

I ruffle the young boys hair as I stand up, putting myself on a vertical base

"Would you mind if I took a picture" The mother asks us.

"Be my guest." I reply as she pulls out her phone.

I bend down again next to the boy as Odette crouches to the other side of him. The mother holds the phone up and quickly takes the picture of us as we smile. I straighten up and look in the mothers eyes.

"Mind if I see that?" I ask the mother.

The woman steps closer, showing me the picture she has just taken of us.

"That's a good picture" I say with a nod "Would look great autographed."

The woman looks at me curiously.

"May I?" I ask with my hand out, beckoning for the phone.

The woman slowly puts her hand out handing me the phone.

"Now this is something you won't see every day." I tell her "Keep your eyes closely on the phone."

I hold the phone flat on my left palm, face down, covering the picture just taken. The mother looks at me and back to the phone as I trace my fingers across the top of it. I press my palm down on the phone, and squeezes it, slowly running my hand in a circle motion. I lift my left hand to show the phone has disappeared and replaces with just a small square of white paper. I take the paper and start to unfold it in to an A4 sized blank page. I turn it over to show a fully laminated photograph, the exact same photograph just taken on the phone. I reach in to my pocket and quickly pull out a pen, signing my name across it before handing it to Odette. She takes the pen from my fingers and signs her name across it before handing it to David.

"Wow!" He says surprised "Thank you."

"You're welcome" Odette says with a smile.

"Where's my..." the mother asks.

"I'd check your pocket if I was you." Odette tells her "It's where things usually end up."

As the woman puts her hand in her pocket, I nod towards Odette with a smile. The woman reaches in and pulls out her phone, looking down at it with surprise.

"We have to go." I tell them "But make sure you tune in to Inception on Sunday. You will see me become SCW Heavyweight champion."

I wrap my hand in Odette's gloved hand and we continue to walk past the mother and young David. Odette looks at me with curious eyes.

"You're much nicer here than you are in America." Odette inform me.

I can't help but smile at my wife's observation, as I look towards her.

"What's that meant to mean?" I ask.

"In America, you'd have just kept walking." Odette thoughtfully says.

"Ah, O." I start with a smile "This is different. In America, they cheer their kiss ass losers like Drake Green, just cause he has his tongue up their arses. They're uncultured where they get a kick out of watching reality shows, or gathering the family to make an obese child like Honey Boo Boo famous, but here, England, they appreciate hard work and honesty. They appreciate straight talk. These are my people O, these are the people who will cheer me when I win the SCW Heavyweight championship."

Odette looks at me, a smile crossing her Aussie lips.

"Someone sounds confident." She informs me.

"Someone is determined." I reply "Right, arse in gear to do this stupid 'Audience with SCW' bullshit."

The camera fades out from that cold Birmingham street to the Birmingham Repertory Theatre.



The Rep... aka Birmingham Repertory Theatre, in Centenary Square, Birmingham. "An Audience with SCW" is well underway in the eight hundred and twenty five seat auditorium known as "The House".

Let me explain to you the concept of An Audience With... because so many of you have been brainwashed with shit reality shows, this one has probably passed you by. Basically, for the idiots who don't know, it's a one person show, where a person, usually a singer, would have a celebrity audience, who ask pre-arranged questions, then they'll get answered, the host will sing a little, eight million people will watch it on television and talk about it the next day.... simple enough for even the stupid people out there to understand.

Well welcome to an SCW one, non televised, lots of SCW stars being asked stuff by strangers, and the eight hundred or so people here piss off home later and tell their families how great I am... easy.

I stand behind the red curtain, holding my wife's hand as we stand and wait for my name to be called. I look at Odette, my hand on her stomach.

"You know this is a crock of shit, right?" I tell her.

"How so?" She replies to me.

"Well." I start "Any other company would do the smart thing. Take the English guy that's in the main event, send him to Sky Sports for an interview, send him to any decent television station, or radio station to promote the hell out of this shit. SCW stick me in a room with a bunch of brummies, no televised thing, just stick me in a room with these guys to answer a few questions or so and get the hell out of here. I don't need to see shit on these lot, they all bought the premium package tickets to get to see the show and this, they'll be at the event anyway on Sunday."

A kick hits my hand as I look at Odette with a wink.

"Even the baby agrees that this is a crock." I tell Odette.

Odette puts her hand on mine as the baby kicks once more, running her fingers along mine.

"Yeah." Odette says with a warm smile "The baby agrees, but from Sunday, you'll be leading this company, you will be the top guy. They're gonna ask you to do a lot more."

I big smile breaks out on my lips as I put my other hand on Odette's shoulder.

"Oh no baby." I reply with a low tone to my voice "You see that contract Despy conned me in to signing on behalf of Christian Underwood... well Despy got a few of his own things in there for me. If I'm not booked, I don't have to be there. In fact, the amount of holiday time he got me, I could basically turn up one show a month, defend the title, and disappear again. Like that overpaid jackass in another company."

"Who?" Odette asks

"That guy who couldn't decide if he wanted to wrestle, play American football or get involved in MMA" I say as I wink at the camera. "Simple thing is, is once I take that title on Sunday, I control SCW and my SCW future. I will have the power."

"Ladies and gentlemen." A muffled voice is heard saying from behind the red curtain "Please welcome to the stage.... GABRIEL!"

I kiss Odette on the forehead.

"That's my cue." I quickly say "I'll be back soon."

I take a deep breath as I turn to face the red curtain as Breed 77's "Zombie" starts to play. I step through the curtain to a surprising applause. I look around the wooden stage, seeing a tall leather chair, a table and a microphone, set on a stand. On the table sits a bottle of unopened water. I walk towards the chair, picking up the microphone from the stand in front of it as the music fades.

"I'm not used to a happy response like that." I say with a laugh.

I quickly clear my throat, looking around the rows of seats, not an empty seat in the entire place. I raise the microphone to my lips.

"Hello Birmingham." I start "There's no point telling you who I am, because I'm the guy you all obviously came to see."

I move towards the chair, sitting on the leather top and looking around the people in front of me, their eyes bright in anticipation.

"When I heard SCW was coming to England, I was excited as all hell." I start "It's been a hell of a long time since I got to wrestle over here and with SCW always trying to hit new places, go all over the world, I never thought I'd get a chance to be back here, but I am and I'm back to main event a show that sets the standard for every show we do this year. Englishman in the main event at a supercard, in England. Smart booking, no?"

A few of the crowd laugh.

"It's been a long time since I got a shot at the heavyweight championship, a long time." I comment as I run my free hand on my chin. "It's been a long time coming that I should take a shot at this thing. I've been in the ring with a lot of people since I returned just under a year ago and give or take some bad refereeing from Sean Jackson, I've beat everyone, so I can say I deserve to be where I am on Sunday and I've worked tirelessly to be there."

An unexpected round of applause cuts through the silent air as I look around.

"So there's been others out here before me." I start "So I'm guessing you're aware of the whole concept of this thing. You ask me questions till that little guy over there gives me a wave and I go backstage to my pregnant wife and get out of here."

I point to the side of the stage, where a man in a black suit jacket and wearing a big set of headphones, with built in mic is seen standing. I look back to the crowd.

"So question time. If you've been given pre-arranged questions, do me a favour and rip them up right now. I don't want any robotic stuff, you ask what you want." I say "Don't be shouting them out, just raise ya hand, I'll point, some guy will lift a big mic above your head, you talk, I'll answer and we all go home happy."

An arrogant smirk crosses my face as a sea of hands fire up in the air. I reach for the nearby water bottle, putting the mic on the table as I lift the bottle, screwing the cap off. I point to a woman in the front row as I take a gulp of water before replacing the bottle on the table and picking up the microphone again.

"Hi Gabriel." The mousy haired woman says. "Big fan"

"Isn't everyone?" I reply with a look of cockiness on my face.

The crowd laugh for a few seconds.

"My question is." The woman starts "although wrestling is more entertainment than realness, is there any legit hate backstage?"

"Well, do you get on with all your co-workers?" I ask.

The woman quickly shakes her head.

"It doesn't matter what line of work you're in, you'll never get on with all your co-workers." I start "And wrestling is a testosterone driven thing. It fuels the ego and makes some people think they're better than what they are, makes them think people are below them and yeah, it pisses people off. Some people use it in their work, some people go and moan, bitch and complain behind peoples back. I'm very up front with it all."

Hands quickly fire in the air and I point to a man half way back.

"Is there anyone you don't like?" He asks.

"Yeah, I can't stand Drake Green." I say without hesitation "In fact a lot of the stuff I've said about Drake Green recently, is one hundred percent true to how I feel. Drake Green is a scam artist, not a people person, he'll happily sit there and make you think that he cares about the fans but he does what he can to push himself up the card. If the fans didn't buy in to his hype, he would be opening matches against new people rather than main eventing at supercards. People backstage know I can not stand the man, so they keep us apart from each other."

More hands fly in to the air, and I point to a much older gentleman.

"What made you agree to this whole angle?" The man asks me.

"Because I think the reason Drake Green is sitting up there at the top is because no one is willing to step up and take his place, so the fans continue to focus on him" I reply "You look at SCW, we're an independent federation, those less loyal will follow the money. The people with real potential pack up and go as soon as they get popular. Drake might be a complete manipulative dick, and Sean Jackson might come across as one, but they're loyal. People who can take Drake's place disappear too easy, but I won't. I want everyone to see that once I take his spotlight, Drake will go back to where he deserves and that's why I did it. If this was a mid card thing, I wouldn't have wasted my time, but it's not so I can shun him from his undeserving spot."

More hands wave in the air and I point to a redheaded woman.

"You speak about loyalty." She starts "Is there anyone you can see in the dressing room that will stay loyal to SCW for life?"

I reach over to the water bottle, picking it up and taking a gulp, holding the microphone in my other hand while I consider my co-workers.

"I think Blaque Hart Bruce Evans bleeds SCW" I start "Very committed, very loyal, a proper SCW guy. In fact, if Blaque Hart beats Sean Jackson on ASW Showdown on Thursday, once I beat Sean Jackson on Sunday, I want Blaque Hart to be my first title defense. He would have earned his spot"

Hands in the air once more as I look around the audience. I point to a blonde woman.

"When you're done with wrestling, can you ever see yourself in a reality show like Celebrity Big Brother of I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here?" She asks.

I shake my head

"God no!" I say firmly "Not a chance in hell. Two of the worst shows I've ever seen. If I wanted to watch people sit around in a house, scratching their arses and trying to make themselves look good, I'd hang out at relatives houses more. As for I'm a Celeb.... I'm married to an Aussie and she's told me all about the outback and stuff like that, I'd rather not spend my time around Z list people and look out for spiders and such. Next question please."

I point to a man sitting in the front row.

"Who is your dream opponent?" He asks

"So many to choose from but my dream opponent is probably Synn." I reply "He can wrestle any style, his strong, and I think the build up work we could do would be amazing"

I look to the side and the man holds up one finger.

"Looks like we've got time for one more question." I inform the audience.

Hands fly in the air in all kinds of directions. I point to a young guy, early teens.

"If you beat Sean Jackson and Drake Green on Sunday, how will you celebrate?" He asks me.

I stand up, holding the mic in front of me.

"I have no idea." I start "but I'm thinking maybe a parade, be given the key to every city in England and celebrate like it's new year all over again. I'm not focused on what I'm gonna do when I win the title, but I am very focused on winning the thing and that is something I can promise you all that I will do. I will walk away from Inception as SCW heavyweight champion and I will kick off the new wrestling year in style."

I glance to the man at the side of the stage who simply gives me a nod.

"Right guys. That's my lot, so I'll see you all on Sunday." I say as I place the microphone back on the stand. "Remember, I will win that title for you."

Breed 77's Zombie starts to play again as I turn and start to walk towards the red curtain and the scene fades out.



The love me... they really love me here...

That's something you really don't have to feel in the air tonight, because I'm home, my feet are in my own country and they love me here. Now I know this doesn't effect you Sean, because you don't give a damn if they cheer or boo you, but you Drake, this is gonna be an experience.

They're going to boo you Drake, and that's something new for you...

You're going to crumble.

Your silence speaks volumes Drake, your silence tells the world what they need to know about you. You're scared, aren't ya Drake? So your burying yourself in bombshells as usual because you can not face reality, because you can not face the simple fact that your career at the top finishes on Sunday, that the fans will see you for what you truly are. They are already working you out, they're already coming to the conclusion that you've not cracked up to what you want them to believe.

Their rose tinted glasses are off.

They've thrown them to the ground and stomped all over them because you never had the common decency to speak to them this week. The novelty of Drake Green has worn off now and they're turning, they're moving away from you and looking towards other people.

You're finished Drake.

Time for a new career, because these people are embarrassed that they actually cheered you. With all the shit I've been slinging in your direction lately, the shit Sean Jackson has been throwing at you lately and you respond with nothing. You utter embarrassment to mankind. These people can now see what I've been telling them for weeks about you, they can see it Drake, they can see how full of shit you truly are now. You sir have proved my point without me trying any harder than what I've had to, you have shown your true colours at last Drake.

I'm begrudgingly proud of you....

I was once like you Drake, denying who I was for the sake of being part of a successful team. I was suppressing who I could be, to fit in, to be who people wanted to see, and then the most glorious thing happened to me. The shackles fell off me Drake and I became who I wanted to be. No more arse kissing to fans and bosses alike, no more sitting and being anyone other than who I wanted to be and it set me free. You've already started to do that Drake by not defending yourself, you've already got to the point where you simply don't care anymore, where you're a beaten man.

Now is the time to admit to them all that you've lied for so long.

You have nothing more to lose. Your pride has gone, your will to fight has gone, your drive has gone, your passion has gone. Come Sunday, your career will be gone too so grab that microphone before our match Drake. Take it in both hands and admit to being the scum bag that you truly are. Tell them the truth because your time of being relevant is well and truly over.

I will make sure of that Drake, I will make sure that you will be going out with a whimper.

Enjoy this main event Drake, for it will be your last.

And now we breathe for just a second because now it stops being about mercy killing and starts becoming about a bigger prize.

Hello Mr Jackson.

I'm quite old school in many ways Sean, for example, I will not look at a promo of an opponent, until mine is on the air, just so I don't spend the whole time responding to said promo, instead of playing my own game, but Supercards Sean, I believe a second promo has every right to respond to an opponents first promo.

Agree?

Couldn't give a fuck if you agree or not because there's a few of your words about me stuck in my mind and well, if I didn't respond, do you know who I'd be?

I'd be Drake Green.

Cheap shot but fitting. I get the feeling you're taking me a little too lightly here Sean. I mean who arranges a match in another company, against an SCW start, just days before a big title defense at a supercard for the company that has made you a star?

Selfish bastard...

Yep, you are. Just to get that face of yours out there, you're risking injury, or giving yourself an excuse in advance on why I'm gonna be taking your title. I bet you're secretly hoping for an injury, just so you don't have to get in the ring with me. If ya that damn scared of me, just give the title belt back to your little buddy Hot Stuff, and I'll just go end Drake's career and take the title and you won't have to get involved. You can hide in Arizona with all the little fishes and I won't have to show you first hand about taking me seriously.

That's what it's all about...

...You need to take me seriously Sean and you're really not. You spent half the time waffling on about Drake Green, telling people what they already know about it, and all the while you're letting me slip on past. That's fine Sean, you keep on sitting there and underestimating me and what I'm all about.

This is not a gift Sean.

This is what I've earned. Life is a gift Sean, what you do with it, is the difference from it being a Ferrari or a pair of sweat socks. I've earned the Ferrari by losing one match all year, but did I really and truly lose that one Sean? Did I?

How stupid are you Sean?

Serious question. Not because you short changed me, but because you could have let Drake keep that hold on, put me out of the Inception main event and you could have done what you've done so well over the last few months and beat Drake Green! What you did by ending that match early, is end your very own title reign, just like that. You should have let Drake hurt me Sean, you should have let him put me out so damn much, I'd be watching you face him from my house in Vegas, but nope, you thought you was being smart about everything but nope, it's gone and cost you your title.

Idiot.

Full blown idiot.... Ladies and gentlemen this is your champion. This is the guy that leads the company, this is the guy who never saw that by handing Drake an early win, he just put the pressure on himself. For a guy that's living the high life, you're none too clever, are ya? You've committed suicide with your title reign.

The mind boggles...

How can a champion in every place he's been, be such a stupid fucker... truly stupid as shit. First you let me leave Climax Control injury free, then you underestimate me, then you allow yourself to get involved in a match on the other side of the world just days before working at a huge event, then, with a huge prize on the line, you give me the chance to walk away.

No way Pedro!

Why walk away when you retard levels of stupidity has already handed me the title? What's wrong with you?

You can't see it but I'm smirking at your stupidity.

You mention my wife, but let me let you in on something here Sean. She wants to see me with that title, she wants to see me beat you and well, what my wife wants, my wife usually gets. You are right though Sean, I should make her feel special, shouldn't I? I should make her feel very special, so you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna take your Heavyweight title so she feels special that the SCW heavyweight champion is her husband.

I know I've had some harsh words Sean, and I don't want to end you as much as I want to end Drake Green, but that title belt deserves to be with someone a little better in every department.

That someone is me.

Enjoy your last days with that title belt Sean, enjoy every damn minute with it, and Drake, enjoy every last minute of that fading career of yours, because come Sunday at Inception, one title belt, and one career will belong to me. Mine, all mine!

May God have mercy on your souls....

... because I will not!