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As everyone sat in shock at Under Attack, as Jake Starr and Thoren Holt took out Gable Winchester and Autumn Valentine with their assaults, everyone realized that Jake was out for blood. They realized that he wanted to continue to make a statement no matter what. When he walked out to take on the rest of those who attacked him, and was restrained, everyone saw that he was not going to back down from a war. It wasn't what everyone expected. Everyone expected Jake to go out and fight Gable and try and prove his dominance in that manner, but instead Jake pushed the war further. Jake wanted everyone to see that he wasn't afraid of a fight.
After the event ended, Jake and his crew simply retreated to their hotel and tried to lay low until they knew it would be safe to get out of dodge safely. The trio knows that they have made more enemies than they can handle at once, and know that it's time to simply wait until they can attack again. As the next morning comes, Brandon goes and does reconnaisance to ensure that the coast is clear. Once Brandon has scoped the area and realizes that there is no imminent dangers around them or fans to accost them, he relays word to Jake and Thoren to make their way down, so they could head to the airport. At the airport, however, the mood is a bit different. On the tarmac sits the Golden Nugget private jet, awaiting the arrival of the trio from their hotel. On the top of the staircase to the jet stands Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel. He stands there, looking around, getting more and more annoyed and the trio, as they are already late for their original planned takeoff. The pilots inside the cockpit have had to refile their flight plans due to this delay on multiple occasions. Eric has tried to call and text Jake, but it has been to no avail, and it's making him more agitated that he feels ignored. After standing there and looking around, he finally sees a car pulling into the airfield, and realizes it is Jake. He immediately begins walking down the staircase and toward the car, looking very annoyed. As the car pulls up next to the aircraft, Jake can see the annoyed look in his friend's eye. Brandon and Thoren jump out quickly and begin to unload the vehicle. As Jake emerges, Eric is quick to confront him. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: What the hell, man? You're over an hour late! We were supposed to be wheels up 30 minutes ago! Where the hell where you guys? Jake Starr: Honestly? Brandon is slowly transitioning to his Caitlyn Jenner self, and one of the phases of his transition is the need to pee every five minutes, and also change his tampon! Brandon Evans: Yep... Every time my bladder jiggles, I have to wee! Plus I don't want to have toxic shock! Eric scolds Brandon really quickly.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Quit playing along with him, and shut up, Brandon! Eric looks back at Jake.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: I have schedules I have to keep, man! You are getting me WAY behind on them. Jake Starr: Dude... Calm down! You could have called to check on us, and let us know that we were late. Eric shouts at Jake loudly.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: DUDE! I FUCKING DID! I CALLED YOU AND TEXTED YOU A SHIT-LOAD OF TIMES. Jake is taken aback by the exclaimation.
Jake Starr: Dude... My phone never rang or vibrated! Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: You need a new Goddamn phone then! Jake begins to fumble in his pocket.
Jake Starr: Let me show you, then... Jake pulls his phone out and illuminates the screen. When the screen illuminates Jake sees multiple missed calls and text messages all over his screen. He is stunned and very confused.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Yep... See! Your phone is shit. Jake then notices something on the screen, that makes his eyes go wide.
Jake Starr: OH! I forgot to turn the do not disturb off this morning! Well that makes more sense to me now. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: What the hell do you put DND on your phone for? Jake Starr: Because... I don't want to be disturbed... I need my beauty sleep. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Yeah? Well the beauty rest isn't working, so being disturbed shouldn't bother you at all. Jake Starr: Yeah that's my bad on that one... I woke up late, for starters, and we just kind of began to scramble to get out of there once we knew we could without dealing with distractions. I'll make it up to you in some way... Maybe I can get Brandon to give you a handy or something... Eric rolls his eyes.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Can we just get ready to go, or are we just going to sit around with our thumbs up our asses? Brandon chimes in again.
Brandon Evans: Let's be real here... Thumbs up the ass can be quite enjoyable! Eric's head droops, and he sighs. As he does so, Thoren grabs some of the bags and approaches Jake and Eric.
Thoren Holt: Jake, where do you want these? Jake Starr: That bag by my chair... That bag with the luggage... Thoren Holt: Ok! As Thoren walks off, Eric's head comes up and he watches Thoren walk off. Once he is out of earshot, Eric's attention and focus goes from the delay to the whole situation regarding Thoren's return to Jake's side. His tone of voice shifts to that of curiosity, and his attention goes back to Jake.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: So... How did it go with him back in the mix? Jake shrugs.
Jake Starr: Honestly, surprisingly well. Thoren knew what his role was and how he needed to achieve it. He went back there and got into the head of Gable to simply ensure that he would forget that I existed. It was completely according to plan. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Well that's a hell of a shock. The minute I saw him on TV, backstage, I got kind of concerned that he had decided to go rogue all over again. Jake Starr: Nope... Honestly the whole thing was partially his idea! I told him that we needed to get into Gable's head and distract him somehow. I told him we needed to send a deep message to all of those fucks who attacked me before the pay-per view. Says they decided to play games and tried to get in my head. So we decided we could do the same thing. Thoren came to the table, suggesting we isolate Autumn and make an example out of her. He said picking on her would also get Gable distracted so I could take him out again... Honestly it was such a mad idea, it sounded good, and we ran with it. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: That's shocking, that's for sure... I figured that he would have gone rogue by now. Jake Starr: Nah... I didn't figure he would have gone rogue yet. I figured that if he's going to do that, he'll do it after he spends time following directions for a little while first. Eric is still confused at the situation.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Ah... Well how do you even trust him? I mean, if you think he's going to do it, how can you trust him now? Jake Starr: Heh... That's simple. I don't trust him. If I gave him my uncanny trust, I would put myself in a very precarious position, don't you think? Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Well, no shit! Jake Starr: See, he has to earn it back. He has to focus on showing us all he is worth us believing in. Deep down, Thoren knows this. He knows that he has to win us back. If he's going to show us he's trustworthy, then things will change. He has to make up from being a complete tool, and not expect it to happen overnight. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: And how in the hell are you making sure he's not just doing something on his own behind the scenes? Jake looks over at Brandon.
Jake Starr: Right now, I have to use what I have. Brandon can keep an eye on him at all times, if I'm not around. We really don't let him go out on his own, when it comes to this industry. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Where the hell were they at Breakdown, then? Jake sighs and groans.
Jake Starr: Yeah... About that... That was kind of my own stupidity there. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: How so? Jake Starr: Well I kind of told them that they could go back to the hotel and start to pack up. The plan was obvious... I wanted to go out there, do my damage, and bail. It was simple. None of us expected that they would try and gang up on me. Hell, we didn't expect the numbers game to grow like that. So when it happened and I got jumped, it became my own fault. Jake makes an unhappy face.
Jake Starr: ... And you know how much I hate to admit that one... Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: What?! You hating to accept fault?! I have never heard of that one before! Eric rolls his eyes, and Jake replies sarcastically.
Jake Starr: Ha ha... Jake rolls his eyes.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Well seriously... How far from the truth am I? Jake Starr: Shut up! Thoren and Brandon approach the pair, after loading up their gear on the plane.
Thoren Holt: Everything is loaded... We're ready... Jake looks over and nods.
Jake Starr: Sounds good... You two go ahead and get on the plane, we'll be close behind! Thoren Holt: What about the car? Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Don't worry about it. Someone will come and get it. Thoren Holt: Oh... Ok... Thoren and Brandon make their way toward the jet, and climb the stairs to get on board. As Jake sees the pair climb the stairs, he looks back over at his long time confidant.
Jake Starr: Seriously, though... Brandon can only do so much to keep tabs on him. We both know the odds of him doing his own thing are high. Is there anything you can do to keep an eye on him as well? Eric nods slowly.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Yeah... You know I can make some calls. Jake Starr: Good... Thanks... I appreciate that... Deep down, I want to believe him. Deep down I want him to be part of this group because he's family. But I need that reassurance that he isn't just biding his time. Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Shit... I don't even want to trust him. He is kind of a twerp... Jake Starr: Yeah, but you don't trust anyone, period! Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Yeah, but that's besides the point... Eric looks down at his watch and the subject slightly changes.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: ... So are you ready, or what? Jake Starr: Well hell, you're the one here chatting the shit up! Eric rolls his eyes, and slowly turns toward the plane.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Then go get on board then! Our next flightplan has us wheels-up in 15 minutes! Jake Starr: Aye aye Captain Stubbing! Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Oh shut up... The two begin walking toward the jet, and the two climb the stairs. As the make it inside, Eric throws one last tidbit out there.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: ... And by the way, I have a whale to pick up this evening... Jake Starr: Ok, so? Eric then shouts so everyone can hear him.
Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: SO THAT MEANS NO SHITTING ON THE PLANE! Jake sits down and looks up at him with a grin.
Jake Starr: No promises there, buddy! I had Taco Bell after we left the arena, and I still haven't taken my morning shit yet! Eric "Agent oo6" Rommel: Oh FOR FUCK'S SAKE! With those final words, the flight attendant contracted for the private jet hoists the stairs up and closes the door to the hull of the plane. The flight attendant looks into the cockpit door and lets the pilot and co-pilot know that everyone is on board, and they're ready to depart. The pilot mumbles to himself "FINALLY," and begins the engine startup procedures so they can get out of town. The co-pilot radios the tower letting them know the most recent flight plan is a go.
As the tower clears the jet for takeoff, Jake's mind begins to shift to the next phases of his plans for SCW. He knows that more wars lie ahead of him, and he has to be ready to fight them. If he isn't, then the numbers will most certainly get the better of him, but if he can continue to outsmart the pack, and take them out of their element, he can dwindle them down and ultimately eliminate them all from his path. Jake Starr: So let me ask the world a very poignant question here... Have I gotten your attention yet? Have I gotten you all to realize what is going on in this place? If not, you're as clueless as they come because it's just THAT FUCKING SIMPLE! You think you're someone, then you're a target! You decide to stick your nose into my business, you're a target. You get opportunities I feel should be mine... Yep... You guessed it, hopefully, YOU'RE A FUCKING TARGET! This mission was one I wasn't going to hide or be vague on. I want everyone to truly comprehend the scope I have put forth on ANYONE who thinks they're ahead of me in this game. And you know, a lot of people probably just ignore what I'm saying because I'm not the first to go out there and try to make a statement like this. There have been others in SCW who have decided that they're going to try and take people out to try and work their way to the top, but the difference between myself and those clowns is simple... I'm succeeding! Once I realized that I didn't need Xander Valentine to help me do my bidding, and that truly I could run this ship myself, my mindset changed. No longer did I go out there and panic about not having backup because... From each side of the frame walks in a member of Jake's crew. Brandon Evans from the left, and Thoren Holt from the right. Jake smirks, looking at each man, and then back at the camera.
... I already have backup I can rely on heavily. With Xander, let's be real, it was probably his way of biding his time and TRYING to use me. He knew I could carry him. He KNEW I could be the one to help him get attention. So it wouldn't have been out of the realm of reality to see me escort his ass to the top of the mountain again, and have him TRY to kick me off, so he could reign alone. He saw me as his patsy, and he looked at me like that because he didn't feel capable of doing it himself. He didn't feel MAN enough to actually fight the battle on his own. And in all honesty, at first, neither did I. I didn't realize what I already had by my side, and what I could utilize in a fight. Then... One day... It hit me... Kind of like I hit people with chairs... I don't need someone within SCW's rank and file to help me, I will do it myself, under MY TERMS. So moment by moment, as I've seen fit, I have capitalized on opportunities to remind everyone that I'm here, and I'm still putting myself front and center. I SQUASHED David Helms in a way he never thought possible, and for fuck's sake, look how he's derailed! His little retirement parade is falling off of the rails faster than an Amtrak in Philly! Beating him was the beginning of an era that opened people's eyes to the TRUTH about what is in store for the future. Everyone assumed I would be all talk. Everyone assumed I wouldn't be able to handle the pressures that fighting Helms in our LAST EVER MATCH would bring. I shut them all down. I silenced the critics. I remind everyone EVERY CHANCE I GET that counting me out in times where the odds show I have NO BUSINESS in the same breath as someone else is a FUTILE practice. I AM STILL THE BEST FUCKING THING IN THIS BUSINESS! And with my boys by my side, we walked into Under Attack with a mission. We wanted to make sure that everyone realized that by trying to stack the odds against me, and make this a numbers battle, we could change the situation. We could change that numbers game into a completely irrelevant scenario. We didn't have to even the odds. We simply made sure everyone realized that if you want to be safe, you better cling to as many others as possible. You better try to not be the slow member of the herd because odds are that means YOU will be the one taken out this time. And if you're the slow onw... Guess what... This hunter will just pick off the next one. Everyone will see their numbers dwindling, and they will see their whole hope of "strength in numbers" go by the wayside until NONE are left. ... But in the case of Gable Winchester, we just decided to go for where it would hurt the most! He wanted to try and be something special, I simply exposed him for how WEAK he is. He, for one, is too stupid to realize that you NEVER turn your back to the hunter. You have to always assume that you're in the crosshairs, and have yourself ready to defend yourself, or run... He did not. Then, he showed the ultimate weakness. He saw his poor little lass Autumn Valentine having a need for facial reconstruction surgery, and he decided to make the same mistake twice. He turned his back on me. He decided trying to rescue a damsel in distress is more important than saving his own ass... And I reminded him that it was a HORRIBLE idea! He wasn't able to remind himself of who was standing right behind him weilding a weapon that could render him a complete invalid. And when he let Thoren, here, the complete antithesis of his worries, get inside his head and take him out of his game, he showed how incapable he is of being a main eventer. And he opened the door for me to take him out! I mean, sure... Gable has talent. He's been a champion in SCW before, and he took the Tag Team Championships from Fatso and I, but he can't think clearly. He can't remember to keep his eye on the prize. He lets his heart get in the way, and he suffers because of it. I used to be that way. I've seen my boys jumped and tried to run in for the "save the day" moment, but they always looked at me and asked why. They always wondered why I forgot what the big picture was. Their wounds would heal. Shit, Autumn and her Picaso-esque face will heal. He didn't need to go trying to save the day, and ultimately putting himself in a position where he now feels worse for the wear. And just like I said, I began the thinning of the heard! When Gable decided to call on his cronies to try and help him, I wanted to send a message. I wanted them to realize that when they tried to treat me like a prison gang trying to rape the fresh meat, they were signing their own death certificates. I wanted them to realize that just because there were more of them than me, I could EASILY take them down one by one. And aisde from orchestrating the rearranging of Autumn Valentine's grill, and making Gable possibly unable to go through airport security with all of that metal embedded in his skin, I start thinning the heard even further come Breakdown! Jake turns his neck to each side, letting out audible cracks.
Simon Lyman is a man who I have tangled with in the past. He and I have rumbled and if memory serves me right, yeah, I think I have shown the world why I am one of the best in the business. He is someone I had to witness get pushed to the front of the line over me in the past, and for no reason that ever made any sense to me. He is someone that is apparently deciding he wants to lead this new "resistence" against me, by the way he tried to stand tall when he and his little band of merry misfits attacked me. And I could talk about how cowardly it was, but let's be real, they decided to try and play my game, and if I NEEDED that kind of backup, I would probably do the same thing. But like I've said, I don't need numbers in my favor. Thoren and I alone got deep into the heads of that entire group by simply taking the whole numbers factor out of their hands. They thought they could converge in time to protect one another, and look what happened... They failed! Now I get a chance to thin this heard out even more. Simon is going to walk in with a level of emotion I probably haven't seen in previous encounters. He wants to protect Gable, he wants to protect Autumn, they all have a common enemy in THE ENEMY OF THE STATE HIMSELF, ME! Jake gives a cheesy grin, as he tilts his head to the side.
These people are circle-jerking one another so hardcore, all wanting to be the one who is able to deal that crushing blow to a man who is starting to find that momentum. They realize that when I start to get traction and begin to find my footing, very bad things happen for others. People don't tend to have much luck when Jake Starr is on his A-game. People tend to suffer. People tend to LOSE, and in some cases, lose BADLY! And that is what's going to happen to poor Simon as well. He knew that eventually his time would come. He knew that the way I was PLOWING through individuals left and right, eventually he would be taken out as well. He KNOWS that I still haven't forgotten how he was given a World Championship opportunity in 2014 at Taking Hold of the Flame, while I didn't get any match but a spot in the battle royal. He KNOWS I kind of harbor a grudge when I'm passed over, and quite frankly... It's time I make him pay IN FULL! Now, it's not SOLELY because of that I want to beat his skull in like it was an unwanted pimple on my ass crack... But more because he's getting that praise. He, like so many others, have pushed me into a level of obscurity I am NOT ok with, and when I heard he would be the next one I got to embarrass, I frothed like Pavlov's dog! I knew that this would be a chance for me to show him and his whole crew that trying to gang up on Jake Starr was the DUMBEST idea they could have fathomed. And with Simon being the presumed leader of the pack, I figure cutting the head off of the Hydra would simply render the rest of that ragtag group useless. Plus... It would just be enjoyable! See, no matter how much guys like Lyman try, each time they turn around I am still there. I don't go away. It drives guys like that crazy because they have made a living knocking guys off, and watching them simply go away. When I don't go away, they have to question if they're doing something wrong. It makes them second guess themselves. It opens them up to be taken out! And Simon, that is what is going to happen! You will be TAKEN OUT! I get that you want to try and be a hero, like Gable. I get that you want to take me down a few pegs because I am riding higher than a stoner in Colorado. I get that you want to show me you can still hang with the big boys, and be considered for big moments. We all want that, don't we? We all want that recognition, right? The problem is, I have HAD IT with everyone else having that moment. I get that I went through a dry spell. I get that I have been average at best. But I also know that you, that guy, that guy, EVERYONE, knows I am still capable of being one of the best. That knowledge doesn't get me places like it does others. So I am out for blood. I am out to make sure this roster isn't capable of having any kind of argument to say they're superior to Jake Starr. You're one of those people who will continue to help me. David Helms was that moment where I turned heads, and Kayl was another EXAMPLE of what happens to those who have pissed me off, and taken my thunder. Gable was a mere example of what is to come. You represent my chance to show the world that no matter who SCW throws at me, no matter HOW MANY people they throw at me, no matter HOW ONE SIDED these odds are, I will win. I will win this war in the same way I have won EVERY, SINGLE, LONG-STANDING, WAR, that I have been in, since coming to SCW. James Exeter... Done! The Infection... Done! Silas Mason... Done! David Helms... DONE! These are just simple examples of how I never rolled over, and I didn't stop until I BROKE EVERY LAST INDIVIDUAL WHO TESTED ME! Whether I'm loved or hated, I don't care because in the end, my drive, my desire to shut everyone the FUCK UP, is greater than anything. I'm SCW's version of AIDS that never goes away, and you can't kill. It may become controlled but a time will come when it will balloon up, and ultimately take over once again. I am the true "virus" in this company. I am the true uncurable disease that will never die. I am your worst nightmare! So be ready, Simon. Be ready to realize the mistake you made. Be ready to acknowledge that you bit off more than you can chew. Be ready to suffer! Fin |
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