Post by Jackson White on Jul 19, 2015 15:58:01 GMT -5
Carter Industries
7AM
There is a van parked on the street of Carter Industries, the company owned by Samuel Carter, Matt’s father. It is a blue van with tinted glasses. Inside, there are two members of the NY Kings, Kevin and Xavier. Kevin is laid in the back, asleep. Xavier on the other hand is watching the main entrance of the Carter Industries’ building with a pair of binoculars. At first there is just a doorman standing still on the door but just when Xavier puts the binoculars down he sees a car coming. He quickly takes the binoculars again and watches the entrance. It was a black car that looked really expensive. The car driver left and opened the back door. Matt Carter left the car and entered the building.
Xavier: Kevin, call Jordan.
Kevin: Oh, Kimberly, you have such a fat ass.
Xavier looked back and Kevin was completely knocked out. He was drooling.
Xavier: Kevin! Wake the fuck up!
Kevin: Hmmm… What? Oh fuck you Xavier, let me sleep.
Xavier: I told you it was not a good idea to bring weed. Move your lazy ass and call Jordan. Matt has entered the building.
Kevin: Fine.
Kevin picked up his phone and pressed some buttons, calling Jordan, NY Kings’ vice-president. Or vice-leader. Whatever they call it.
Kevin: Yo, Jordan. Matt has entered the building.
Jordan: Ok. Good job. If Matt leaves, call me.
Kevin hung up the phone and laid down again, falling asleep instantly. Xavier continued to watch the entrance while he lighted a cigarette.
Xavier (thinking): I don’t understand why I am always doing these stupid things. I should be the one of the guys that is in the field. Why don’t William and Jordan trust me? I’ve already proven I am a tough nigga. Besides, I am one of the smartest men in the NY Kings, why don’t they give me a chance? I guess I’ll have to make a statement…
Xavier took a look on his left and there was a pistol, a Dan Wesson. The one the NY Kings usually use and the one that was used on Jackson White’s father’s murderer.
Random gym on NY City
9AM
Jackson White is wearing his in-ring attire: His usual shorts, dark sneakers, black elbow pads and black wrist pads. He is furiously punching a boxing bag and he’s constantly murmuring something.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win.
Jackson gives a strong punch in the bag.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win.
Another punch.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win.
Jackson gives a stronger punch and the bag ruptures. Everyone in the gym stares at “The Fenix” as an employee from the gym comes and starts cleaning up the bag.
Employee: What happened?
Jackson: I don’t know I just punched the bag really hard I guess.
At that moment, Jennifer, Jackson’s girlfriend, appears and kisses him.
Jackson: Hi! What are you doing here?
Jennifer: Just came by to give you a kiss and I need something from you... Wow, did you do that?
Jackson: Yeah.
Jennifer: How can you do that in the morning?
Jackson: I can do this whenever I want!
Jennifer looked a little surprised by seeing what Jackson could do. A normal person wouldn’t tear a boxing bag apart.
Jennifer: Anyway, I read the next Slam’s card and my boss told me to make an article about the main-event. Can I make you a few questions? I don’t like to mix my personal life with my work, but it’s just a few words about the match. Please…
Jackson: Okay, sure. I’ve been here since 8AM, I needed a break anyway.
Jackson sat on a chair and drank lots of water from a bottle he had on his backpack. Jennifer opened her laptop and typed a few things on it. Then, she asked Jackson to give a few words about his expectations regarding the Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal.
Jackson: I am actually pretty confident about the match. I just have to be on the remaining four wrestlers in the battle royal to have a title shot, so my chances are really high. I mean, Adam Young and The Ultimate Destroyer are booked for the match, Seth is making things easy for me to win. Even if Ultimate Destroyer starts to hit everybody with a chair like a coward he is not a threat to me. I would laugh so hard if he repeated what he did a few months ago on that Fatal-4-Way for an Internet Title Match, that would only proof that Ultimate Destroyer hasn’t evolved ever since he disappeared from WCF. I am the true destroyer! Not him. I would be scarier if I had to face BioWalker in an handicap match. About Adam Young, well, I am not concerned. I’ve already defeated two of his mates on my first matches on WCF, he must be similar to them: an easy challenge. Then there is the WCF Legend, Corey Black… Do you want to feed me with more legends? I defeated FPV, John Barber and Remus Micayle on XIII, I am sure I can handle another elderly wrestler on that ring. Is WCF a retirement home? What the hell is Corey Black doing on a Slam’s main-event? He doesn’t have the same energy he had a few years ago. For example, he faced Thomas Bates and Howard Black for the Television Title last week and guess who lost the match? That’s right, Corey. Howard made him submit like a submissive housewife does to an abusive alcoholic husband.
Jennifer: Honey, I can’t write that in the article.
Jackson: Oh, ok, sorry. Just pick what matters for your article and forget the rest. You know me, I always ramble when I am talking.
Jennifer: You’re right, sorry. Go on.
Jackson: There are all types of wrestler in this match. We have a woman, we have a zombie, we have everything! Talking about women, what is Celeste doing on this match? Does Seth think she has a chance of entering Ultimate Showdown? Please… The only reason she’s in the match is because Seth has no plans for her. She is an arrogant bitch… Hmmm… Excuse me, she is an arrogant woman and she can’t even wrestle properly. Like I said a few weeks ago when I faced her, Kyle Kemp and Spencer Adams on a Fatal-4-Way, she hasn’t done nothing impressive since she joined WCF. She is definitely not a problem. She’ll just get eliminated on the beginning of the match and all every single fan that will be on the arena at Australia will just listen to the whine of Celeste.
Jennifer: What the fuck is your problem with women?
Jackson: Baby I am just…
Jennifer: What? Women can’t do things that usually men do?
Jackson: I am just mocking Celeste, relax.
Jennifer: Do you think I am a bad journalist just because I am a woman?
Jackson (thinking): FUCK.
Jennifer: Answer me!
Jackson: I’m just kidding, keep calm.
Jennifer: I don’t like it.
Jackson: Can we just continue the interview? Or whatever this is?
Jennifer: Yes.
Jackson: I got to be honest Zombie McMorris frightens me a little bit… I mean, an immortal guy? What the hell? But well he can’t die but he feels pain, or else he would be undefeated in WCF. He has an impressive history in this company, but since a while back that he has been a bit distant, so he doesn’t worry me. He’s a bad person. Sorry, he’s a bad zombie. Wait, he is alive, what the hell is he? Why is he called Zombie? In my opinion, he’s just a freak. He could at least use his immortality to do something good. He could help the police catch the bad guys, he could save people from, for example, fires. But instead, he’s wasting his time fighting other people and having sex with prostitutes while he consumes cocaine. This doesn’t make any sense to me. There are so many kids wishing they had some kind of super power so they could help the world and then there is this scumbag that doesn’t care about anything except for his drug. Maybe Zombie wants to call Bobby Cairo to help me… Oh wait, Cairo is gone. Maybe he wants to call ICE Beckman… Oh wait, he is gone. He’s slowly losing everyone, and since he is immortal, he will end up losing everyone he likes. I wonder if he even likes anyone.
Jennifer: I’m still mad about what you said.
Jackson (thinking): Now I fucking remember why I didn’t care about girls. This is so annoying. But I like her…
Jennifer: I know you were just kidding but it made me angry.
Jackson: Can you just let it go Jennifer? Please.
Jennifer: I’ll try. Go on.
Jackson: Another participant of next Slam’s main-event is… Q-Ball! The hardcore master! Bad news for him, this is not a hardcore match. This is a god damn battle royal! What will he do? Will he leave the ring and get a weapon? As soon as he re-enter the ring I’ll just push him over the top-rope he’ll be done. Wasn’t he the man who owned a gym and trained Grime? Well, he trained an arrogant asshole so I assume he’s just like his apprentice and he’ll probably have the same fate as him. And what’s that name? Q-Ball? Is he a testicle donator? So ridiculous.
Jennifer: Jackson! I’ve already told you this is supposed to be serious!
Jackson: Oh, right, sorry. Q-Ball is still a newbie around WCF and I’ll show him how a good wrestler looks like. He’s got no chance to win this, he didn’t even deserve to be on this match. But like him, there are a lot of wrestlers that are on this main-event most likely because Seth wanted some jobbers facing the real competitors.
Jennifer: You’ve already talked too much. Just say something else more global about the match, stop talking about specific wrestlers.
Jackson: What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m here making you a favor by helping you with your article and you complain?
Jennifer: You’re the one who is rumbling! I just asked you about your expectations about this match.
Jackson: And I am saying my expectations by explaining why I am going to win the match. I need to let people know that I study my opponents before I face them in the ring!
Jennifer: Look, Jackson, I’ve spent too much time here, I’ll just go.
Jackson: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jennifer closed her laptop and got up.
Jennifer: Nothing. I’ll just finish the article at work. Bye.
Jackson stood still. He was really confused. How the hell did he hurt her feelings just by mocking Celeste? Well, but he could deal with that later. His break was too long, he needed to continue to train to his match on Sunday, so he did lots of push-ups, lifted some weight and punched the bag again.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win. This is my chance. I must win…
Matt and Sarah’s house
1PM
Sarah and Doug are sit on the couch watching TV. Sarah is eating ice cream and she is notoriously sad. Doug is staring at the television with a really serious look on his face. The entire house has all the entrances covered by at least one member of The Dragons and all of them are holding a pistol or a Sub Machine Gun.
Sarah: Why don’t you tell me what’s going on Doug? I’m tired of living like this. I’m sick of being concerned about Matt and about myself. My life is constantly in danger because of this fucking business my husband got into.
Doug: I’m just doing my job Sarah. I can’t tell you anything. Just relax.
Sarah: I’m calling Jackson.
Doug: Don’t do that. Please Sarah, just watch tv, eat your ice cream and keep calm.
Sarah crossed her arms. She was really pissed. That was not the first time there were so many men in her house, watching all corners. She didn’t feel safe at home anymore. At any moment, armed men could enter the house and start shooting at her. All of that because her husband is involved in mysterious business that he almost never talk about. For a long time she has been having doubts about her marriage. She loves Matt, but she is not happy. She tried to talk with Matt about this but he always says that he just needs to deal with some stuff first and then they can’t live quietly. She knows that’s bullshit but she wants to believe in her husband. After all, he is the love of her life. Suddenly, there could be heard glasses being broken at the top floor of her house.
Sarah: What was that?
Doug: Fuck. George! Check what’s going on.
George nodded at Doug and went upstairs. A shooting started and there could be heard a few screams.
Doug: We have to leave now Sarah! Come with me.
Doug pulled out his pistol and opened the front door. There were two members of the NY Kings pointing at him and ordering him to put down his weapon. The house was a little bit isolated from the other houses so nobody would notice there was happening a confrontation between two rival gangs. Considering this, Doug ignored the orders and shot both of them in the head. He quickly started to run to the car but it exploded when he was almost arriving.
Doug: Sons of bitches! They destroyed my car! Come Sarah, run!
Sarah: I’ll call Matt.
Doug: He’s in an important business meeting. He won’t answer. We need to run!
Sarah: I’ll call Jackson then. I’m sure he’ll help us!
They started to run and Sarah called Jackson.
Sarah: Jackson! Please, come to my house fast! Some black men invaded my home and they are trying to kill Doug and I!
Jackson: Fuck! Just wait a few minutes, I’ll take my motorcycle.
They continued to run but they were interrupted by a gunshot. “STOP!” a voice said. Doug stopped and looked back. There were William, Jordan and another member of the NY Kings.
William: Well, well, well. Look who we’ve got here. It is the dragon woman! This looks like Game of Thrones! Do you like to show your tits after taking a bath like Khaleesi?
Doug: Let’s stop this blood bath. What do you want William?
William: I want that bitch that’s behind you.
Sarah started to cry as William, Jordan and the other black man surrounded Doug. Suddenly, Jackson appeared on his motorcycle, stopped it, and ran towards them. He hit a strong punch on the member of the NY King and they started to brawl. William tried to get Sarah away from Doug but he hit William with the pistol. However, Jordan managed to grab Sarah and knocked her out with a strong hit on her head. He entered a car and drove away. William and Doug were fighting but the NY Kings’ leader managed to get a pistol and pointed it to Doug.
William: We are the kings in New York when will you fucking Dragons understand that?
Doug: Just do it.
Jackson noticed Doug was in trouble and ran, hitting a strong kick on William’s head, making him bleed from his mouth. Doug held the pistol in front of William’s eyes.
Jackson: Don’t do it Doug!
William: You don’t have the balls to kill me like this.
Jackson: Doug I need him! He may know who killed my father!
William: Who was your father?
Jackson: My father was murdered by one member of the NY Kings. The crime weapon was a Dan Wesson. He was killed on the 31st December of 2010.
William: I have no fucking idea and I don’t give a shit about your old man. But if he died, I am sure he deserved to.
Jackson: What did you just said?
William: You heard me. If someone from the Kings killed your father he was probably a piece of shit.
Jackson mounted William and punched him repeatedly. William was bleeding from his mouth and from his nose. Jackson wouldn’t stop punching.
Jackson: My father was a good man! And you killed him! MONSTERS! THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. YOU ARE THE NEW YORK MONSTERS!
Another punch in the nose.
Jackson: You’ll learn a lesson today, you don’t mess with me. Remember my name, I am “The Fenix”.
Jackson hit three strong punches on William’s mouth, some teeth fell to the ground. Then, he grabbed his head and threw it against the floor. However, the other member of the NY Kings managed to recover from the brawl with Jackson and got up, pointing a gun at White. Doug had great reflexes and immediately shot him in the head, killing him instantly. With this distraction, William got up and started to choke Jackson. Doug shot him in the leg and he let Jackson go.
Doug: I need him too, Jackson. We have to use him to get Sarah back. I have to call to Matt and tell him the bad news. Go home and rest, we’ll take care of the rest.
Jackson: I want to help! Sarah is my cousin!
Doug: You’ve already done enough. Go home, Jackson. Trust me, there’s nothing you can do right now.
Jackson: Fuck you're right but call me if you need anything!
Doug: Sure, don’t worry.
Jackson’s apartment
3PM
Jackson arrived his apartment completely exhausted. He couldn’t even train for his upcoming match. He opened his fridge and opened a beer can. He took a sip and sit on the couch.
Jackson: Jennifer didn’t even let me finish my thoughts on the Battle Royal. Who did I miss talking about? That’s right… Synn… Who the fuck is this guy? Oh… Just another loser. The funny thing is, he had been in WCF before and what was he doing back then? He was losing match after match after match after match. He lost nine matches in a row! How the fuck does he think he has a chance on this match? He is facing Jackson White, the future of WCF. I am brute force, how does a man like Terry Roberts believes he can win the Battle Royal? What, he’ll use his martial arts to knock me out? This is professional wrestling, not MMA. Maybe you’ll be more successful in UFC, Synn. I advise you to try it. Or maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have another streak in defeats. You’re a joke man! There are people bragging about their consecutive wins here on WCF and then… There’s you! What can you say about your wrestling career that make people blow their mind? Nothing. Zero. Just one more name to cross on my list.
There are just six names left to talk about. One of them is Bubba Jones! It will be an interesting confrontation, I’ll admit it. Two patriots fighting in the same ring with fans from a completely different country that don’t give a shit about Portugal or America. So, Bubba, that means we are in an equal position. We don’t have the fans on our side. The thing is… I’m not concerned about that but what about you? Aren’t you worried that this time you won’t have the entire arena’s support? Do you know why people like you Bubba Jones? Because American people are egocentric. They only care about their only country and can’t see their own flaws. They are so proud about their evil corporations like McDonalds that they can’t see how harmful its products are. You are a perfect example for this situation. WCF fans love you because what they see is a good man defending his country. Do you know what I see in you, Jones? I see a drunk, rude, hypocrite, arrogant and xenophobic sample of a professional wrestler. I trained for almost four years to be a professional wrestler. How do you dare to come to WCF and saying your only experience comes from bar fights? And also, what does your little God thinks of you? Does he accept that you drink beer and brawl other people in bars? I know he doesn’t. First, because he doesn’t exist. Second, because that proofs you’re a hypocrite. What’s the problem about foreigners in an American company? Are we bad people just because we are not from America? You know what? Fuck you Bubba Jones. You’ll get your American ass kicked by a Portuguese man. That’ll make you stop being so retrograde.
K.L. Henson, another lunatic. WCF is not only a senior house but is also an asylum. We have all types of freaks! Seth could profit by putting these insane men in cages and people would visit the place and feed the lunatics! Now seriously, what is a mad scientist doing in a wrestling company? How can a geek be a professional wrestler? Well, at least Seth is coherent and the only title Henson fought for was the Internet Title. It was a suitable challenge for Henson. Do you have world domination plans like Gemini Battle? I bet you do. Do you know what happened the last time I faced an eccentric man? Yes, I won. That’ll happen on Slam too. I’ll send your nerd ass to outside the ring so fast that you’ll go through a time portal and you’ll travel in time for a few seconds just to witness yourself being eliminated. Yeah, I know nerdy stuff too, Henson and I am a bit obsessed like you, but at least I have a decent cause. I am obsessed because my father was murdered and nobody did anything about it. Do you how it feels like? Do you know how I felt after watching my dad getting killed? I bet you don’t. The only way you could gain my respect is if your little science would help me finding the cruel person that did that do my father.
Am I facing another member of the DRG? Oh, no. It is just Night Rider. I wonder why aren’t you among the motorcycle riders... That’s right, because you suck! That’s as simple as that. I am no longer part of that group but at least I know that their members are decent wrestlers. You’re not, Rider. Are you at least trying to win your matches? Are you dedicating one hundred percent to wrestling? Or is this just a little hobby that you have when you’re not smoking weed or getting wasted? You’ve only won one match and you did it because your partner managed to get the pin. You’re a loser, do you really think you’ve got a chance? And what about your pal Terry Roberts? Are you teaming up with him or will you give in the temptation to have a World title shot at Ultimate Showdown? Let’s see if the Angels of Death are a true stable or if they are a farce that is divided just by a belt after all the effort to join the old folks again.
Honestly, these are my true challenges. Jack Coston, Thomas Bates and Raymond Hatcher. The thing is, Coston is a wrestler based on the almost… He ALMOST won the Internet Title and he ALMOST won the United States Championship. So my prediction to Sunday is that he ALMOST wins the Battle Royal. We both have aspirations and we both have the talent. But I am superior. I am in this company for more than half a year, I have more experience than him and I have had more title shots than him. I deserve some recognition and some glory for fuck’s sake! It’s not Jack Coston’s time to shine! It is mine! It is too soon for him to earn a spot on Ultimate Showdown’s main event! He can win world title matches in other companies but this is WCF! This is not some weak, small, disgusting wrestling company! This is the best place in the whole world! He is not main-event material for WCF! I am! I don’t need a fucking stupid manager to help me! I do everything on my own. I train alone, I study my opponents with just my own brain’s help and I learn new moves by myself. I only needed help to be a professional wrestler. Now, I am independent. Jack Coston is still a kid. He still needs someone older to guide him through his life. Let me tell you something, Jack, there won’t be anyone helping you on that ring. The men you’re facing won’t be jobbers from an unknown company. You’re among the best now. But let me make things clear. You’re not one of the best wrestlers in WCF. I believe you’ll be someday, but not now. It is too soon, you need to mature first. However, to be honest, I am glad I am facing Jack. I need to teach him that appearances are not important in wrestling. What’s important is to win matches and have a good performance in the ring. Why the fuck did his manager rent a limo? Why spend money on that when you can spend money on a gym, for example? Well, it doesn’t matter. I just hope he doesn’t feel too disappointed when he sees me winning the match.
It will feel great to face the leader of the DRG. It will be the perfect example of an apprentice defeating the master. Like I did against Gemini Battle, I am going to show Bates I am better on my own than when I was on DRG. Like I’ve said many times, I have to thank specially to Bates for helping me with DRG. But I also need to proof to them that I didn’t get weaker by leaving them. All members of the DRG seem that they have some kind of mania for superiority. They think they are better than anyone else. That makes me angry. That’s probably the only thing that makes me really mad about Bates. He thinks everything he does is the right call. In my opinion, Thomas is a good and humble man. It may seem a little contradictory that I find him humble even though I think he believes he is better than the others. The thing is, Bates truly believes he is the best person on this planet. He thinks that by acting clean on wrestling makes him a saint. That’s bullshit Bates. I am a fucking good person and I do everything to win a match. Who cares if I break the rules? Unless the referee doesn’t see me cheating, I am not doing anything illegal. Your career is sinking Thomas. You’re the black sheep in your family. You’re the ugly duckling of the Bates dynasty. Yes, you’ve held the WCF Television Title for a while and you’re currently the Trios Champion. But every time you had a chance to win a relevant title you slipped on a banana peel and lost it. Your match for the Hardcore Title? You didn’t win. The match against Dune for the World Title? You didn’t win either. And you’ve already lost the Television Title and you tried to get it back! But you weren’t able, Bates. Howard was better than you. And let me tell you what I think will happen on Ultimate Showdown whether I win the Battle Royal or not. You’ll lose everything. If you manage to enter on Ultimate Showdown you’ll be too tired from the tag-team match that you won’t be able do anything besides embarrassing your family. Perhaps that will show you that your place is teaching history on a university. That’s not a boring job! It’s better than being a complete failure at wrestling.
There’s only one guy missing! Until now, I have shown myself that I can actually win the main-event! This is my chance to show the world what a great country Portugal is! To show them all that is possible for a foreigner to be successful in an American country. Besides that, I am going to show to Raymond Hatcher that I don’t need to have had title shots for the WCF World Championship to win a Slam’s main-event. The problem with Hatcher is that he was lucky after a few weeks on WCF. First, he showed everyone that he was just another common wrestler by losing week after week after week. I mean, some of the wins he got after that were against WCF veterans that only appear from time to time and other win was against a man who is facing ADAM YOUNG at Ultimate Showdown. First, the guys he defeated are practically jobbing against newer wrestlers and secondly, Joey Flash and Celeste aren’t doing anything relevant in WCF. What credibility does Raymond have to fight Dune for the World Title? I don’t understand Seth’s mind. How the fuck does he have a title shot for the World Championship and I don’t? I am better than him! I made more impressive things than him! I defeated Marc Mayhem, an ex-Hardcore Champion. I defeated the current Trio Champion at Blast. I defeated some of the best wrestlers that fought for WCF at XIII, I did some of the best performances against Alex Richards and Scarecrow for their titles. Who does Raymond Hatcher think he is? I’m going to beat the shit out of him and show him I am better than him. I bet the same thing that happened to Bates will happen to him. Thomas had a World Title Shot and look where it took him. He is about to lose everything. The only difference is that Hatcher won’t lose everything because he hasn’t won anything.
Jackson got up and took another beer from the fridge. He took a huge sip and sit on the couch again, putting the beer on the table. He put his hands on his head and in a really low tone repeatedly said “This is my chance. I must win.”
Road in the middle of nowhere
6PM
There is one car parked on the side of the road. Inside there are Doug, Matt and William, the leader of the NY Kings. Matt is clearly nervous. He is smoking his third cigarette in a row and he’s constantly lifting his head checking if there is a car coming. William has duct tape covering his mouth and he’s tied up on his hands and on his feet.
Doug: They must be coming.
Matt: They’re already late.
Suddenly, a car approached Matt and Doug’s vehicle. It parked relatively near and Jordan and Xavier opened the doors, leaving the car. Matt immediately jumped from his car and quickly walked towards Jordan.
Matt: Where’s my wife you motherfucker?
Jordan: Do you really think I am going to tell you?
Matt: I have your leader, so you better fucking tell me where she is.
Jordan: My leader? What the hell are you talking about?
Matt: William! I have William!
Jordan: I don’t know anyone named William. Do you know anyone named William Xavier?
Xavier: Nope.
Xavier was a little bit distracted. He was thinking about something else. He had a gun on the back of his pants, covered by his orange t-shirt. Jordan already noticed he was not concentrated on what was going on at that moment.
Jordan: See? We don’t give a shit about William. You can do whatever you want with him.
Matt: Then what the fuck do you want?
Jordan: What do I want? I want to live in a peaceful city. I want to make business without having to worry if a rival gang is going to show up and shoot us all. I want to take a walk with my wife and son at the weekend without having to think about whether someone from The Dragons is going to show up or not. That’s want I want. I want to rule New York City without any other group interferes with my business.
Matt: What the fuck do you mean by that?
Jordan: This will be simple, Matt. You have until Tuesday in the morning to extinguish The Dragons. You’ll no longer exist. You won’t deal drugs, you won’t deal weapons, you won’t do anything. You’ll just work at your father’s firm and that’s it. If you don’t do that… Well, you know what happens. But let me assure you that Sarah is fine and we’re treating her well. Are we clear?
Matt: Yes, we are.
At that moment, Xavier puts his hand on the pistol and takes it off his pants. Jordan notices it and quickly rips off the gun from Xavier’s hand. He points the pistol to his head and shoots him in the head.
Jordan: As you can see, I don’t give a crap about people that don’t follow my commands. Do whatever you want with William, he was an awful leader anyway. If Tuesday in the morning I still see people from your gang messing up with my business I’ll kill your wife. If you do what I asked then I’ll return your beautiful lady to you. Consider this an ultimatum. This is not negotiable.
Jordan went away and Matt kicked one of his car’s tires and took William outside.
Matt: Just kill him, Doug.
Doug nodded and took off his pistol. William tried to beg for forgiveness but Doug shot him and killed him instantly while Jordan while watching from his car. The new leader of the NY Kings turned his car on and left the scene while Doug dragged William back to the car, leaving a blood trail on the road.
Jordan (thinking): This is my chance. I'll rule New York.
7AM
There is a van parked on the street of Carter Industries, the company owned by Samuel Carter, Matt’s father. It is a blue van with tinted glasses. Inside, there are two members of the NY Kings, Kevin and Xavier. Kevin is laid in the back, asleep. Xavier on the other hand is watching the main entrance of the Carter Industries’ building with a pair of binoculars. At first there is just a doorman standing still on the door but just when Xavier puts the binoculars down he sees a car coming. He quickly takes the binoculars again and watches the entrance. It was a black car that looked really expensive. The car driver left and opened the back door. Matt Carter left the car and entered the building.
Xavier: Kevin, call Jordan.
Kevin: Oh, Kimberly, you have such a fat ass.
Xavier looked back and Kevin was completely knocked out. He was drooling.
Xavier: Kevin! Wake the fuck up!
Kevin: Hmmm… What? Oh fuck you Xavier, let me sleep.
Xavier: I told you it was not a good idea to bring weed. Move your lazy ass and call Jordan. Matt has entered the building.
Kevin: Fine.
Kevin picked up his phone and pressed some buttons, calling Jordan, NY Kings’ vice-president. Or vice-leader. Whatever they call it.
Kevin: Yo, Jordan. Matt has entered the building.
Jordan: Ok. Good job. If Matt leaves, call me.
Kevin hung up the phone and laid down again, falling asleep instantly. Xavier continued to watch the entrance while he lighted a cigarette.
Xavier (thinking): I don’t understand why I am always doing these stupid things. I should be the one of the guys that is in the field. Why don’t William and Jordan trust me? I’ve already proven I am a tough nigga. Besides, I am one of the smartest men in the NY Kings, why don’t they give me a chance? I guess I’ll have to make a statement…
Xavier took a look on his left and there was a pistol, a Dan Wesson. The one the NY Kings usually use and the one that was used on Jackson White’s father’s murderer.
Random gym on NY City
9AM
Jackson White is wearing his in-ring attire: His usual shorts, dark sneakers, black elbow pads and black wrist pads. He is furiously punching a boxing bag and he’s constantly murmuring something.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win.
Jackson gives a strong punch in the bag.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win.
Another punch.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win.
Jackson gives a stronger punch and the bag ruptures. Everyone in the gym stares at “The Fenix” as an employee from the gym comes and starts cleaning up the bag.
Employee: What happened?
Jackson: I don’t know I just punched the bag really hard I guess.
At that moment, Jennifer, Jackson’s girlfriend, appears and kisses him.
Jackson: Hi! What are you doing here?
Jennifer: Just came by to give you a kiss and I need something from you... Wow, did you do that?
Jackson: Yeah.
Jennifer: How can you do that in the morning?
Jackson: I can do this whenever I want!
Jennifer looked a little surprised by seeing what Jackson could do. A normal person wouldn’t tear a boxing bag apart.
Jennifer: Anyway, I read the next Slam’s card and my boss told me to make an article about the main-event. Can I make you a few questions? I don’t like to mix my personal life with my work, but it’s just a few words about the match. Please…
Jackson: Okay, sure. I’ve been here since 8AM, I needed a break anyway.
Jackson sat on a chair and drank lots of water from a bottle he had on his backpack. Jennifer opened her laptop and typed a few things on it. Then, she asked Jackson to give a few words about his expectations regarding the Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal.
Jackson: I am actually pretty confident about the match. I just have to be on the remaining four wrestlers in the battle royal to have a title shot, so my chances are really high. I mean, Adam Young and The Ultimate Destroyer are booked for the match, Seth is making things easy for me to win. Even if Ultimate Destroyer starts to hit everybody with a chair like a coward he is not a threat to me. I would laugh so hard if he repeated what he did a few months ago on that Fatal-4-Way for an Internet Title Match, that would only proof that Ultimate Destroyer hasn’t evolved ever since he disappeared from WCF. I am the true destroyer! Not him. I would be scarier if I had to face BioWalker in an handicap match. About Adam Young, well, I am not concerned. I’ve already defeated two of his mates on my first matches on WCF, he must be similar to them: an easy challenge. Then there is the WCF Legend, Corey Black… Do you want to feed me with more legends? I defeated FPV, John Barber and Remus Micayle on XIII, I am sure I can handle another elderly wrestler on that ring. Is WCF a retirement home? What the hell is Corey Black doing on a Slam’s main-event? He doesn’t have the same energy he had a few years ago. For example, he faced Thomas Bates and Howard Black for the Television Title last week and guess who lost the match? That’s right, Corey. Howard made him submit like a submissive housewife does to an abusive alcoholic husband.
Jennifer: Honey, I can’t write that in the article.
Jackson: Oh, ok, sorry. Just pick what matters for your article and forget the rest. You know me, I always ramble when I am talking.
Jennifer: You’re right, sorry. Go on.
Jackson: There are all types of wrestler in this match. We have a woman, we have a zombie, we have everything! Talking about women, what is Celeste doing on this match? Does Seth think she has a chance of entering Ultimate Showdown? Please… The only reason she’s in the match is because Seth has no plans for her. She is an arrogant bitch… Hmmm… Excuse me, she is an arrogant woman and she can’t even wrestle properly. Like I said a few weeks ago when I faced her, Kyle Kemp and Spencer Adams on a Fatal-4-Way, she hasn’t done nothing impressive since she joined WCF. She is definitely not a problem. She’ll just get eliminated on the beginning of the match and all every single fan that will be on the arena at Australia will just listen to the whine of Celeste.
Jennifer: What the fuck is your problem with women?
Jackson: Baby I am just…
Jennifer: What? Women can’t do things that usually men do?
Jackson: I am just mocking Celeste, relax.
Jennifer: Do you think I am a bad journalist just because I am a woman?
Jackson (thinking): FUCK.
Jennifer: Answer me!
Jackson: I’m just kidding, keep calm.
Jennifer: I don’t like it.
Jackson: Can we just continue the interview? Or whatever this is?
Jennifer: Yes.
Jackson: I got to be honest Zombie McMorris frightens me a little bit… I mean, an immortal guy? What the hell? But well he can’t die but he feels pain, or else he would be undefeated in WCF. He has an impressive history in this company, but since a while back that he has been a bit distant, so he doesn’t worry me. He’s a bad person. Sorry, he’s a bad zombie. Wait, he is alive, what the hell is he? Why is he called Zombie? In my opinion, he’s just a freak. He could at least use his immortality to do something good. He could help the police catch the bad guys, he could save people from, for example, fires. But instead, he’s wasting his time fighting other people and having sex with prostitutes while he consumes cocaine. This doesn’t make any sense to me. There are so many kids wishing they had some kind of super power so they could help the world and then there is this scumbag that doesn’t care about anything except for his drug. Maybe Zombie wants to call Bobby Cairo to help me… Oh wait, Cairo is gone. Maybe he wants to call ICE Beckman… Oh wait, he is gone. He’s slowly losing everyone, and since he is immortal, he will end up losing everyone he likes. I wonder if he even likes anyone.
Jennifer: I’m still mad about what you said.
Jackson (thinking): Now I fucking remember why I didn’t care about girls. This is so annoying. But I like her…
Jennifer: I know you were just kidding but it made me angry.
Jackson: Can you just let it go Jennifer? Please.
Jennifer: I’ll try. Go on.
Jackson: Another participant of next Slam’s main-event is… Q-Ball! The hardcore master! Bad news for him, this is not a hardcore match. This is a god damn battle royal! What will he do? Will he leave the ring and get a weapon? As soon as he re-enter the ring I’ll just push him over the top-rope he’ll be done. Wasn’t he the man who owned a gym and trained Grime? Well, he trained an arrogant asshole so I assume he’s just like his apprentice and he’ll probably have the same fate as him. And what’s that name? Q-Ball? Is he a testicle donator? So ridiculous.
Jennifer: Jackson! I’ve already told you this is supposed to be serious!
Jackson: Oh, right, sorry. Q-Ball is still a newbie around WCF and I’ll show him how a good wrestler looks like. He’s got no chance to win this, he didn’t even deserve to be on this match. But like him, there are a lot of wrestlers that are on this main-event most likely because Seth wanted some jobbers facing the real competitors.
Jennifer: You’ve already talked too much. Just say something else more global about the match, stop talking about specific wrestlers.
Jackson: What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m here making you a favor by helping you with your article and you complain?
Jennifer: You’re the one who is rumbling! I just asked you about your expectations about this match.
Jackson: And I am saying my expectations by explaining why I am going to win the match. I need to let people know that I study my opponents before I face them in the ring!
Jennifer: Look, Jackson, I’ve spent too much time here, I’ll just go.
Jackson: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jennifer closed her laptop and got up.
Jennifer: Nothing. I’ll just finish the article at work. Bye.
Jackson stood still. He was really confused. How the hell did he hurt her feelings just by mocking Celeste? Well, but he could deal with that later. His break was too long, he needed to continue to train to his match on Sunday, so he did lots of push-ups, lifted some weight and punched the bag again.
Jackson: This is my chance. I must win. This is my chance. I must win…
Matt and Sarah’s house
1PM
Sarah and Doug are sit on the couch watching TV. Sarah is eating ice cream and she is notoriously sad. Doug is staring at the television with a really serious look on his face. The entire house has all the entrances covered by at least one member of The Dragons and all of them are holding a pistol or a Sub Machine Gun.
Sarah: Why don’t you tell me what’s going on Doug? I’m tired of living like this. I’m sick of being concerned about Matt and about myself. My life is constantly in danger because of this fucking business my husband got into.
Doug: I’m just doing my job Sarah. I can’t tell you anything. Just relax.
Sarah: I’m calling Jackson.
Doug: Don’t do that. Please Sarah, just watch tv, eat your ice cream and keep calm.
Sarah crossed her arms. She was really pissed. That was not the first time there were so many men in her house, watching all corners. She didn’t feel safe at home anymore. At any moment, armed men could enter the house and start shooting at her. All of that because her husband is involved in mysterious business that he almost never talk about. For a long time she has been having doubts about her marriage. She loves Matt, but she is not happy. She tried to talk with Matt about this but he always says that he just needs to deal with some stuff first and then they can’t live quietly. She knows that’s bullshit but she wants to believe in her husband. After all, he is the love of her life. Suddenly, there could be heard glasses being broken at the top floor of her house.
Sarah: What was that?
Doug: Fuck. George! Check what’s going on.
George nodded at Doug and went upstairs. A shooting started and there could be heard a few screams.
Doug: We have to leave now Sarah! Come with me.
Doug pulled out his pistol and opened the front door. There were two members of the NY Kings pointing at him and ordering him to put down his weapon. The house was a little bit isolated from the other houses so nobody would notice there was happening a confrontation between two rival gangs. Considering this, Doug ignored the orders and shot both of them in the head. He quickly started to run to the car but it exploded when he was almost arriving.
Doug: Sons of bitches! They destroyed my car! Come Sarah, run!
Sarah: I’ll call Matt.
Doug: He’s in an important business meeting. He won’t answer. We need to run!
Sarah: I’ll call Jackson then. I’m sure he’ll help us!
They started to run and Sarah called Jackson.
Sarah: Jackson! Please, come to my house fast! Some black men invaded my home and they are trying to kill Doug and I!
Jackson: Fuck! Just wait a few minutes, I’ll take my motorcycle.
They continued to run but they were interrupted by a gunshot. “STOP!” a voice said. Doug stopped and looked back. There were William, Jordan and another member of the NY Kings.
William: Well, well, well. Look who we’ve got here. It is the dragon woman! This looks like Game of Thrones! Do you like to show your tits after taking a bath like Khaleesi?
Doug: Let’s stop this blood bath. What do you want William?
William: I want that bitch that’s behind you.
Sarah started to cry as William, Jordan and the other black man surrounded Doug. Suddenly, Jackson appeared on his motorcycle, stopped it, and ran towards them. He hit a strong punch on the member of the NY King and they started to brawl. William tried to get Sarah away from Doug but he hit William with the pistol. However, Jordan managed to grab Sarah and knocked her out with a strong hit on her head. He entered a car and drove away. William and Doug were fighting but the NY Kings’ leader managed to get a pistol and pointed it to Doug.
William: We are the kings in New York when will you fucking Dragons understand that?
Doug: Just do it.
Jackson noticed Doug was in trouble and ran, hitting a strong kick on William’s head, making him bleed from his mouth. Doug held the pistol in front of William’s eyes.
Jackson: Don’t do it Doug!
William: You don’t have the balls to kill me like this.
Jackson: Doug I need him! He may know who killed my father!
William: Who was your father?
Jackson: My father was murdered by one member of the NY Kings. The crime weapon was a Dan Wesson. He was killed on the 31st December of 2010.
William: I have no fucking idea and I don’t give a shit about your old man. But if he died, I am sure he deserved to.
Jackson: What did you just said?
William: You heard me. If someone from the Kings killed your father he was probably a piece of shit.
Jackson mounted William and punched him repeatedly. William was bleeding from his mouth and from his nose. Jackson wouldn’t stop punching.
Jackson: My father was a good man! And you killed him! MONSTERS! THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. YOU ARE THE NEW YORK MONSTERS!
Another punch in the nose.
Jackson: You’ll learn a lesson today, you don’t mess with me. Remember my name, I am “The Fenix”.
Jackson hit three strong punches on William’s mouth, some teeth fell to the ground. Then, he grabbed his head and threw it against the floor. However, the other member of the NY Kings managed to recover from the brawl with Jackson and got up, pointing a gun at White. Doug had great reflexes and immediately shot him in the head, killing him instantly. With this distraction, William got up and started to choke Jackson. Doug shot him in the leg and he let Jackson go.
Doug: I need him too, Jackson. We have to use him to get Sarah back. I have to call to Matt and tell him the bad news. Go home and rest, we’ll take care of the rest.
Jackson: I want to help! Sarah is my cousin!
Doug: You’ve already done enough. Go home, Jackson. Trust me, there’s nothing you can do right now.
Jackson: Fuck you're right but call me if you need anything!
Doug: Sure, don’t worry.
Jackson’s apartment
3PM
Jackson arrived his apartment completely exhausted. He couldn’t even train for his upcoming match. He opened his fridge and opened a beer can. He took a sip and sit on the couch.
Jackson: Jennifer didn’t even let me finish my thoughts on the Battle Royal. Who did I miss talking about? That’s right… Synn… Who the fuck is this guy? Oh… Just another loser. The funny thing is, he had been in WCF before and what was he doing back then? He was losing match after match after match after match. He lost nine matches in a row! How the fuck does he think he has a chance on this match? He is facing Jackson White, the future of WCF. I am brute force, how does a man like Terry Roberts believes he can win the Battle Royal? What, he’ll use his martial arts to knock me out? This is professional wrestling, not MMA. Maybe you’ll be more successful in UFC, Synn. I advise you to try it. Or maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have another streak in defeats. You’re a joke man! There are people bragging about their consecutive wins here on WCF and then… There’s you! What can you say about your wrestling career that make people blow their mind? Nothing. Zero. Just one more name to cross on my list.
There are just six names left to talk about. One of them is Bubba Jones! It will be an interesting confrontation, I’ll admit it. Two patriots fighting in the same ring with fans from a completely different country that don’t give a shit about Portugal or America. So, Bubba, that means we are in an equal position. We don’t have the fans on our side. The thing is… I’m not concerned about that but what about you? Aren’t you worried that this time you won’t have the entire arena’s support? Do you know why people like you Bubba Jones? Because American people are egocentric. They only care about their only country and can’t see their own flaws. They are so proud about their evil corporations like McDonalds that they can’t see how harmful its products are. You are a perfect example for this situation. WCF fans love you because what they see is a good man defending his country. Do you know what I see in you, Jones? I see a drunk, rude, hypocrite, arrogant and xenophobic sample of a professional wrestler. I trained for almost four years to be a professional wrestler. How do you dare to come to WCF and saying your only experience comes from bar fights? And also, what does your little God thinks of you? Does he accept that you drink beer and brawl other people in bars? I know he doesn’t. First, because he doesn’t exist. Second, because that proofs you’re a hypocrite. What’s the problem about foreigners in an American company? Are we bad people just because we are not from America? You know what? Fuck you Bubba Jones. You’ll get your American ass kicked by a Portuguese man. That’ll make you stop being so retrograde.
K.L. Henson, another lunatic. WCF is not only a senior house but is also an asylum. We have all types of freaks! Seth could profit by putting these insane men in cages and people would visit the place and feed the lunatics! Now seriously, what is a mad scientist doing in a wrestling company? How can a geek be a professional wrestler? Well, at least Seth is coherent and the only title Henson fought for was the Internet Title. It was a suitable challenge for Henson. Do you have world domination plans like Gemini Battle? I bet you do. Do you know what happened the last time I faced an eccentric man? Yes, I won. That’ll happen on Slam too. I’ll send your nerd ass to outside the ring so fast that you’ll go through a time portal and you’ll travel in time for a few seconds just to witness yourself being eliminated. Yeah, I know nerdy stuff too, Henson and I am a bit obsessed like you, but at least I have a decent cause. I am obsessed because my father was murdered and nobody did anything about it. Do you how it feels like? Do you know how I felt after watching my dad getting killed? I bet you don’t. The only way you could gain my respect is if your little science would help me finding the cruel person that did that do my father.
Am I facing another member of the DRG? Oh, no. It is just Night Rider. I wonder why aren’t you among the motorcycle riders... That’s right, because you suck! That’s as simple as that. I am no longer part of that group but at least I know that their members are decent wrestlers. You’re not, Rider. Are you at least trying to win your matches? Are you dedicating one hundred percent to wrestling? Or is this just a little hobby that you have when you’re not smoking weed or getting wasted? You’ve only won one match and you did it because your partner managed to get the pin. You’re a loser, do you really think you’ve got a chance? And what about your pal Terry Roberts? Are you teaming up with him or will you give in the temptation to have a World title shot at Ultimate Showdown? Let’s see if the Angels of Death are a true stable or if they are a farce that is divided just by a belt after all the effort to join the old folks again.
Honestly, these are my true challenges. Jack Coston, Thomas Bates and Raymond Hatcher. The thing is, Coston is a wrestler based on the almost… He ALMOST won the Internet Title and he ALMOST won the United States Championship. So my prediction to Sunday is that he ALMOST wins the Battle Royal. We both have aspirations and we both have the talent. But I am superior. I am in this company for more than half a year, I have more experience than him and I have had more title shots than him. I deserve some recognition and some glory for fuck’s sake! It’s not Jack Coston’s time to shine! It is mine! It is too soon for him to earn a spot on Ultimate Showdown’s main event! He can win world title matches in other companies but this is WCF! This is not some weak, small, disgusting wrestling company! This is the best place in the whole world! He is not main-event material for WCF! I am! I don’t need a fucking stupid manager to help me! I do everything on my own. I train alone, I study my opponents with just my own brain’s help and I learn new moves by myself. I only needed help to be a professional wrestler. Now, I am independent. Jack Coston is still a kid. He still needs someone older to guide him through his life. Let me tell you something, Jack, there won’t be anyone helping you on that ring. The men you’re facing won’t be jobbers from an unknown company. You’re among the best now. But let me make things clear. You’re not one of the best wrestlers in WCF. I believe you’ll be someday, but not now. It is too soon, you need to mature first. However, to be honest, I am glad I am facing Jack. I need to teach him that appearances are not important in wrestling. What’s important is to win matches and have a good performance in the ring. Why the fuck did his manager rent a limo? Why spend money on that when you can spend money on a gym, for example? Well, it doesn’t matter. I just hope he doesn’t feel too disappointed when he sees me winning the match.
It will feel great to face the leader of the DRG. It will be the perfect example of an apprentice defeating the master. Like I did against Gemini Battle, I am going to show Bates I am better on my own than when I was on DRG. Like I’ve said many times, I have to thank specially to Bates for helping me with DRG. But I also need to proof to them that I didn’t get weaker by leaving them. All members of the DRG seem that they have some kind of mania for superiority. They think they are better than anyone else. That makes me angry. That’s probably the only thing that makes me really mad about Bates. He thinks everything he does is the right call. In my opinion, Thomas is a good and humble man. It may seem a little contradictory that I find him humble even though I think he believes he is better than the others. The thing is, Bates truly believes he is the best person on this planet. He thinks that by acting clean on wrestling makes him a saint. That’s bullshit Bates. I am a fucking good person and I do everything to win a match. Who cares if I break the rules? Unless the referee doesn’t see me cheating, I am not doing anything illegal. Your career is sinking Thomas. You’re the black sheep in your family. You’re the ugly duckling of the Bates dynasty. Yes, you’ve held the WCF Television Title for a while and you’re currently the Trios Champion. But every time you had a chance to win a relevant title you slipped on a banana peel and lost it. Your match for the Hardcore Title? You didn’t win. The match against Dune for the World Title? You didn’t win either. And you’ve already lost the Television Title and you tried to get it back! But you weren’t able, Bates. Howard was better than you. And let me tell you what I think will happen on Ultimate Showdown whether I win the Battle Royal or not. You’ll lose everything. If you manage to enter on Ultimate Showdown you’ll be too tired from the tag-team match that you won’t be able do anything besides embarrassing your family. Perhaps that will show you that your place is teaching history on a university. That’s not a boring job! It’s better than being a complete failure at wrestling.
There’s only one guy missing! Until now, I have shown myself that I can actually win the main-event! This is my chance to show the world what a great country Portugal is! To show them all that is possible for a foreigner to be successful in an American country. Besides that, I am going to show to Raymond Hatcher that I don’t need to have had title shots for the WCF World Championship to win a Slam’s main-event. The problem with Hatcher is that he was lucky after a few weeks on WCF. First, he showed everyone that he was just another common wrestler by losing week after week after week. I mean, some of the wins he got after that were against WCF veterans that only appear from time to time and other win was against a man who is facing ADAM YOUNG at Ultimate Showdown. First, the guys he defeated are practically jobbing against newer wrestlers and secondly, Joey Flash and Celeste aren’t doing anything relevant in WCF. What credibility does Raymond have to fight Dune for the World Title? I don’t understand Seth’s mind. How the fuck does he have a title shot for the World Championship and I don’t? I am better than him! I made more impressive things than him! I defeated Marc Mayhem, an ex-Hardcore Champion. I defeated the current Trio Champion at Blast. I defeated some of the best wrestlers that fought for WCF at XIII, I did some of the best performances against Alex Richards and Scarecrow for their titles. Who does Raymond Hatcher think he is? I’m going to beat the shit out of him and show him I am better than him. I bet the same thing that happened to Bates will happen to him. Thomas had a World Title Shot and look where it took him. He is about to lose everything. The only difference is that Hatcher won’t lose everything because he hasn’t won anything.
Jackson got up and took another beer from the fridge. He took a huge sip and sit on the couch again, putting the beer on the table. He put his hands on his head and in a really low tone repeatedly said “This is my chance. I must win.”
Road in the middle of nowhere
6PM
There is one car parked on the side of the road. Inside there are Doug, Matt and William, the leader of the NY Kings. Matt is clearly nervous. He is smoking his third cigarette in a row and he’s constantly lifting his head checking if there is a car coming. William has duct tape covering his mouth and he’s tied up on his hands and on his feet.
Doug: They must be coming.
Matt: They’re already late.
Suddenly, a car approached Matt and Doug’s vehicle. It parked relatively near and Jordan and Xavier opened the doors, leaving the car. Matt immediately jumped from his car and quickly walked towards Jordan.
Matt: Where’s my wife you motherfucker?
Jordan: Do you really think I am going to tell you?
Matt: I have your leader, so you better fucking tell me where she is.
Jordan: My leader? What the hell are you talking about?
Matt: William! I have William!
Jordan: I don’t know anyone named William. Do you know anyone named William Xavier?
Xavier: Nope.
Xavier was a little bit distracted. He was thinking about something else. He had a gun on the back of his pants, covered by his orange t-shirt. Jordan already noticed he was not concentrated on what was going on at that moment.
Jordan: See? We don’t give a shit about William. You can do whatever you want with him.
Matt: Then what the fuck do you want?
Jordan: What do I want? I want to live in a peaceful city. I want to make business without having to worry if a rival gang is going to show up and shoot us all. I want to take a walk with my wife and son at the weekend without having to think about whether someone from The Dragons is going to show up or not. That’s want I want. I want to rule New York City without any other group interferes with my business.
Matt: What the fuck do you mean by that?
Jordan: This will be simple, Matt. You have until Tuesday in the morning to extinguish The Dragons. You’ll no longer exist. You won’t deal drugs, you won’t deal weapons, you won’t do anything. You’ll just work at your father’s firm and that’s it. If you don’t do that… Well, you know what happens. But let me assure you that Sarah is fine and we’re treating her well. Are we clear?
Matt: Yes, we are.
At that moment, Xavier puts his hand on the pistol and takes it off his pants. Jordan notices it and quickly rips off the gun from Xavier’s hand. He points the pistol to his head and shoots him in the head.
Jordan: As you can see, I don’t give a crap about people that don’t follow my commands. Do whatever you want with William, he was an awful leader anyway. If Tuesday in the morning I still see people from your gang messing up with my business I’ll kill your wife. If you do what I asked then I’ll return your beautiful lady to you. Consider this an ultimatum. This is not negotiable.
Jordan went away and Matt kicked one of his car’s tires and took William outside.
Matt: Just kill him, Doug.
Doug nodded and took off his pistol. William tried to beg for forgiveness but Doug shot him and killed him instantly while Jordan while watching from his car. The new leader of the NY Kings turned his car on and left the scene while Doug dragged William back to the car, leaving a blood trail on the road.
Jordan (thinking): This is my chance. I'll rule New York.
