-GUNSLINGER-
(We hear an acoustic guitar start strumming gently as we hear various commentators…)
JR Freeman: HE DID IT!!! JACK RUSSOW BEAT HIS FATHER IN WHAT HAS TO BE THE UPSET OF THE CENTURY!!!(The guitar strums a little more intensely as we recognize it as “Gunslinger” by Avenged Sevenfold.)
“Yeah...you’ve been alone…
I’ve been gone...for far too long…
...but with all that we’ve been through…
...after all this time I’m comin’ home to you.”
(We hear JR Freeman’s voice once again…)
JR Freeman: Kasey still not really 100% but Jack Russow just won this match!(Then we see a montage of Jack getting a cheap win over Damon and then cutting backstage where he’s visibly upset throwing things and getting pissed off that he’s not being taken seriously as he collapses against the wall and slides down...with Alanah O’Connell sliding down beside him resting her head on his shoulder.)
“Never let it show…
The pain I’ve grown to know…
…’Cause with all these things we do,
It don’t matter when I’m coming home to you.”
(Then we see Jack shaking hands in a corporate office before taking a promotional picture of him holding the SCW banner with a beaming smile on his face as we start to see clips of his matches there…)
Justin: The winner of the match, by submission, Jack Russow!
Jack climbs the turnbuckles and celebrates his win as Erik rolls slowly out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp.
Adams: Your winner tonight, Jack Russow.(We see Jack talking to various people backstage bolstering his confidence about his first win in a foreign company...but this is intercut with scenes of all the bullshit Mack McKane has been put through back in PWS...the bounty and Jack not being there to help avert disaster…)
Justin: The winner of the match, Jack Russow!*Jacob joins Jack and holds up his arm in victory as Malachi angrily kicks at the barricade and Crippler slows starts to come around. Jack holds his head as he gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle to raise his arm in victory as the fans cheer.*
Adams: Jack Russow is your winner.(The montage then splits between Jack’s celebrations and Mack’s complications. We see Jack surrounded by fans and one of them says something and all of a sudden Jack stops and looks horrified...as if he had completely forgotten where he came from…)
“I reach towards the sky…
I’ve said my goodbyes.
My heart’s always with you now…
I won’t question why
So many have died.
My prayers have made it through, yeah.
‘Cause with all these things we do…”
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(Suddenly we see Mack sitting in his locker room with his head in his hands as Mattie Cormier sits next to him rubbing his back…)
...IT DON’T MATTER WHEN I’M COMIN’ HOME TO YOU…
(Suddenly the door gets damn near kicked off the hinges as Mack and Mattie jump to their feet right on cue with M. Shadows screaming…)
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!! YEEEEEE-EEEE-EEEEEAHHHHHHH!!!!”
(Jack Russow comes storming into the room with a look of pained regret on his face as Mack takes a deep breath and sits back down ignoring him. Jack walks over and makes eye contact with Mattie…)
Jack Russow: Ms. Mattie.
Mattie Cormier: Jack.
(Jack looks down at Mack who’s back to rubbing the back of his head not even looking up at Jack.)
Jack Russow: ...brother I owe you...one Hell of an apology.
Mack McKane: Too right? What for, eh? The radio silence? The absentee during that stupid bounty hunt? The botched back-up for that bullshit handicap match? Take yer pick, bruv. I got more.
Jack Russow: ALL of it, okay! I’m so sorry...for ALL of it.
Mack McKane: Piss off.
Jack Russow: I MEAN it, man! I got wrapped up i-
Mack McKane: -in makin’ yaself famous in yer own way, yeah...got the memo....
(Mack suddenly slowly stands up and squares up with Jack where we can see the dark circles under his eyes and the wounds still bandaged from that vicious handicap match.)
Mack McKane: I looked you in the eye...and I called you “brother”. Anytime, EVERY time you needed me...without a moment’s hesitation...I was there gutting bastards time and time and TIME AGAIN.
Jack Russow: Mack, I kno-
Mack McKane: No you DON’T. KNOW. Ironically you don’t know JACK!!! Star Stormz, that weaselly little cumrag Everett, that motherfucker Syn is still out there with my POPS who, SURPRISE, is STILL ALIVE and wants to hurt EVERYONE close to me! And on top o’ THAT...my REAL brother checked outta prison...an’ I ain’t seen hide nor hair of him. So all I had left...was you people. Mattie, Alanah...Bella and Mal...Hell, even MILES KASEY has been there for me, innit!!!
...but where...the FUCK...was my “brother”.(That comment looks like it hit Jack like a ton of bricks...if you were to look closely you would see tears welling up in his eyes. Mack shakes his head remorseless.)
Mack McKane: I called you brother...and you ABANDONED me. You think I throw that title around EASILY!? So many bastards...in this shithole world...have abandoned me, carved me out of their lives, but NONE O’ ‘EM...NONE O’ THEM...cut me as bad as you, Jack. Or should I say…”Mr. Russow”
Jack Russow: Mack that’s not fair!
Mack McKane: Fair?
FAIR!? You want fuckin’ FAIR, you go to the one that sick cunt burned down before he thrashed Katie’s house to send me a message. FUCK. YOUR “FAIR”, BRUV.
Jack Russow: Mack I’m SORRY...what can I do to make it up to you?
Mack McKane: Yer gonna hafta figure that one out on yer own, innit? Good luck on yer match with the little jumping bean...I’m sure it’s nothing the “Real Wild Child” can’t handle, innit.
Jack Russow: ...y’know what Mack? Fine. I know the only way to get through to you. That little bitch is one of the bastards that tried to cash in on you right?
Mack McKane: And?
Jack Russow: And he ran from you before that handicap match started so you couldn’t give him a proper punishment, right?
Mack McKane: ...he’ll get his.
Jack Russow: You’re Goddamn right he will. I shoulda known...the only way I’m gonna get through to you is by shedding blood. Be it my own or that little sniveling twat. So I want you to watch...Mack. I want you to watch and I want you to enjoy. Because Juan Cabrera Whatever-The-Fuck can’t run from ME in this match. So I’m gonna go out there...and I’m gonna make him suffer.
...and maybe once his destruction calms you down...we’ll be back on the same page.Mack McKane: ...better make it a good’un then, innit?
(Jack shakes his head and turns around walking out of the room running his hands through his hair obviously frustrated and pissed off that didn’t go the way he had hoped. He wasn’t pissed at Mack...everything Mack said was nothing but the truth. And that’s what makes Jack so mad...is the notion he could fail him THAT completely and selfishly trying to fulfill his own selfish ambitions. Jack notices the camera still following him as he stops and puts his hands on his hips in exasperation.)
Jack Russow: Y’know they told me “if you wanna be taken seriously here, you gotta make an impact” and that...that’s exactly what I was dead set on doing but STUPIDLY...I let my own avarice get in the way and I dropped coverage on my brothers six. And as soon as I wasn’t looking, the wolves attacked. Each and every one of you...are now guilty. Each and every one of you that he doesn’t kill himself? Are going to be broken by my hands. And it starts...with YOU...Juan. Manuel. Cabrera...
JUNIOR.(Jack laughs and turns towards the camera running his fingers through his hair before pointing at the screen intensely.)
Jack Russow: You a legacy too? Huh? Your dad some legendary luchador that changed the face of aerial professional wrestling? Do you think...you can fly higher than I can? Do you THINK...you can flip MORE than I can!? DO YOU THINK...YOU CAN BLEED MORE THAN I CAN? See that last one is a rhetorical question...because I KNOW you can. And right now? I’m on my way...to prove it.
...VAYA...CON DIOS...PENDEJO.(Jack pushes the camera as he storms past it making his way down the hall towards his target.)