A black limousine pulls up outside of a skyscraper in Chicago and two men in black suits get out and quickly approach the back door. One opens the door and a blond-haired woman in a tight red dress steps out and on to the curb. Jordan Majors looks up and smirks as she takes a few steps forward and the scene transitions to her sitting in a studio with headphones on, about to do an interview on the radio with wrestling reporter Bork Laser.
Bork: Hey, thanks for coming and… who are these guys?
Jordan: Oh, the henchmen? This is Isaac and Hideo. They’re twins.
Bork nods and then looks puzzled. He looks at the two men, one obviously asian and the other of some sort of european descent and then looks back at Jordan.
Bork: Twins, eh?
Jordan: Yes, you can’t tell? That’s Isaac Henchman and his twin brother, Hideo Henchman.
Bork: That’s their last name?
Jordan: Yes. They’re bodyguards by trade.
Bork: Oh I thought you meant… never mind. We’re about to go live.
Music fills the air and a sounder plays for “Wrestling Now with Bork Laser” before Bork continues.
Bork: Welcome back to the show. Today I have the pleasure of interviewing one of the up and coming stars of SCW, Jordan Majors. She’s fresh off of a win as part of an 8-man tag match at Tabula Rasa. Jordan, welcome.
Jordan: The pleasure is all yours sweetie. Don’t forget my fee.
Bork: Uh, anyways. I guess the question everyone has is, are you now somehow aligned with The Network? You said you paid them to come to Tabula Rasa and do your dirty work. But does it go beyond that?
Jordan: Dirty work? I’m sorry, I wouldn't exactly refer to work done in exchange for good money to be dirty in any way. I simply hired an independent contractor to do a job. Is it my fault that these contractors had a previous issue with my opponents at Tabula Rasa? I don’t believe it to be so. Listen, Bork, you need to understand that money makes the world go around. I have a lot of it. Some people might feel like I’m cheating by bringing in these contractors. I see it as stimulating the economy. I’m doing this country a service by investing my money into a group of young men who are just trying to make their way.
Bork: That feels like a pretty liberal way to define The Network, but I’ll take your word for it.
Jordan: I’ll define a word for you. Chaos. Chaos is complete disorder and confusion. That’s what I hired The Network for. Job well done men. I’ll save your number for later.
Bork: Along those same lines, just from what you said last weekend and what you’ve said occasionally on social media, are you a member of the Beauty Factory?
Jordan: Am I a member of the Beauty Factory. Well that’s such an interesting question. I would say I’m an acquaintance of the Beauty Factory. Maybe even an associate at this point. You’ve seen the Beauty Factory. Look at them. Look at me. Now, isn’t it obvious that we are a fit? I mean it seems obvious to me. They have beauty and money. We’re all one in the same. However, at this moment me and mine are operating as a team for one. I’m doing my bidding on my own account. I do not directly represent them and they do not directly represent me.
Bork: I’m so confused.
Jordan: Well your parents must have been confused to name you Bork. You look like Ronald McDonald became washed up as a clown and removed his makeup and hair dye before getting struck by lightning in a thunderstorm. You look ridiculous. You sound ridiculous. Shall I dress you down anymore, Bork?
Bork: Let’s just move on with the questions, shall we? Doing all of this in Seattle has no doubt attracted the attention of your opponent this week. This was his homecoming and while he has openly said on Twitter that it was a success despite his team losing, do you worry he might be out for revenge against you?
Jordan: I don’t even think about stuff like that. What do they say? Revenge is a dish best served cold? Or something like that. Well the only things I like cold are drinks and ice cream, so he better not be trying to bring anything cold to this match or I will have my team snuff it out before he can even get his ass in the ring. Who has time for antics like his? Who has time for half of what he does? I don’t need to hire anyone else to come in and put in any work this week. I’ll just take it to him. People like him tell you everything you need to know about Seattle. People like him are the reason they don’t have an NBA team. That poor city of Seattle that wants to live in the shell of being a tech city when all the real tech is taking place in California. I know where I’m investing my money, and it’s not there.
Bork: Pretty harsh words for a city most people love to visit and even live in.
Jordan: I’d like Seattle a heck of a lot more if it wasn’t attached to Aaron Blackbourne. Just saying.
Bork: And the basketball line? Taking a shot at those poor fans.
Jordan: I love the Oklahoma City Thunder. What can I say.
Bork: Moving on, what’s your strategy in SCW? You don’t seem overly interested in winning a title. Is this all a game to you?
Jordan: If I win any of that gold at any point, I will raise it high with pride. But I have a lot to be proud of. I work hard at this craft. I work hard at looking this good. The rest of it is just god’s gift to wrestling fans. I’m here to entertain them and to drive them crazy. Boo me or cheer me, I am who I am baby. I have a fat wallet and I take what I want. Am I above buying a title? That’s an interesting question for another day, Bork. But for now, let’s focus on one thing at a time. This week I get to welcome that Pumpkin King looking idiot Aaron Blackbourne into my ring and I get to send him on his way one match poorer than he was when he entered. Go ahead, Bork, say I’m just all about the money. I promise if you ask anyone who’s been on the end of one of my kicks will tell you otherwise. When these kicks are a flying, you better get out of the way or watch me cash another check to the top.
Bork: Well thanks for everything, Jordan. It’s been a pleasure having you on.
Jordan: One more thing, Bork. I just bought this radio station.
Bork: You what?
Jordan: I just bought this station. And as my first action. You’re fired.
Jordan turns back to her bodyguards and grabs a few bills and turns back around to toss the money at Bork.
Jordan: Get yourself a makeover with that and come back and maybe I’ll give you your job back. Security, remove this man.
There’s a scuffle heard in the background before Bork’s voice fades off and the show goes quiet for a few moments before the silence is broken.
Jordan: This has been Wrestling Now with Jordan Majors. Have a delicious day…
Jordan tosses the headset and snaps at her bodyguards who go to her sides almost on command. Like guard dogs they follow her through the hallway of the station and back to the stretch limo, where she jumps in and takes off from the scene. We flash forward to Jordan sitting in a dimly lit room where she vainly stares into a mirror.
Jordan: I see you Aaron Blackbourne. You who has demons that you sometimes release upon the rest of us. But right now? You look small. You look like a man who makes promises to people, checks his mouth can’t possibly cash. I’m not sorry that we ruined your return to Seattle. You probably take a look at those events, looking back on them, and think that I am weak for calling on another group to come in and cause chaos. What you see as weak, I see as resourceful. I did what I wanted to do. This was never about you. It was about me. I was bound to make a splash. Just look at the effect. We were in an 8-man tag match, the definition of a clusterfuck, and yet we come away as the match the was the talk of the night. And why was that? It was because of Jordan Majors. I called in the mercenaries who were chomping at the bit to pick up a side job against some of their enemies. They accepted that cash with a smile. And they whooped your ass with a wonderful grin.
Jordan picks up a brush and runs it through her hair, straightening it on one side before placing it down and looking right into her own reflection.
Jordan: And did it hurt when you realized what I had done to your grand celebration? Did it sting when you realized that match was over? Did it make your demons want to come crawling out and paint your face with the pain that consumes you? For me it wasn’t so personal. I don’t care who it hurts along the way, I will make an impact each and every time they call my name to enter that ring. I’m not some basic bitch that just wants to be happy. I’m an egomaniac that wants everything. If I see it, and I want it, I’m going to take it. That’s why I ripped that carpet out from under your feet and watched you stumble to the floor beneath the streamers and the Welcome Home banner that they hung for you in the crowd. They came to see the Aaron Blackbourne show. I gave them an experience like no other. I showed them what you can do when your resources greatly outweigh that of your opponents, hell, even of your teammates. Because I told them last week they shouldn’t call themselves the captains. How dare you they all said, teammates and opponents alike. They are former champions you are saying this to. Do you think I care about the past accomplishments of people who have been in SCW longer than I have? They have those because I allow it just by not being here yet. Time was on their side. If I could turn it back, few of them would even be able to dwell on those past accomplishments. They would be footnotes in the history that I made. But time is the ultimate demon that eventually consumes us all. Their time was then. My time is now. Prove me wrong.
Jordan stands and walks away from the mirror, moving across the room to look out the window.
Jordan: I admire how you try to package those demons away sometimes and only bring them out for special occasions. But I wish you’d just bring those demons out at all times. I would take so much more pleasure in defeating you when you are on the side of those demons, wagging your tongue and screaming in absurdities as you’re fueled by the primal rage that comes with that war paint. Instead I’m sure I will get the plain jane Aaron that has so little to give. That’s ok. We can’t bring out the worst of each other at all times, can we? You can be assured you will get the best of me. The only thing that fuels me, is me. I want to win everything. I want to take everything. Until I have everything I want, I shall never be satisfied. You know how that is, don’t you? To never be satisfied? I guess we’ll find out when we climb back into that ring together. We’ll find out if your will and determination and desire to make up for that loss at Tabula Rasa can manage to outweigh my foot stepping on your throat when you try to scrap and crawl your way out of losing, yet again. I am Jordan Majors and I am the best thing to happen to this company in a long time. I’m a superstar in the making. I’m rich, I’m beautiful and my kicks are lethal. Come Wednesday you’re going to be wishing you had someone to tag in t take your place. Because I’m going to do whatever it takes, and I mean whatever, to make sure you lose again. Mwah.
The scene fades out and fades back into a brown-haired Jordan sitting in sweats in another lawyer’s office. A man turns around in his chair and drops a file on the desk in front of him and stares across at the girl in his office.
Art Howe: You are a mess. Literally and figuratively. But luckily for you, your uncle hired me for you prior to his passing. I told him I’d be nice. But he was alive then. He’s dead now. So I’m going to tell you like it is. Get your stuff together. Dye that hair and get it taken care of. Hire a stylist if you must. Throw away your clothes. All of them. Buy new ones and ask someone else if they think they are right for you. And lastly, hire security.
Jordan: Security? Mister, I don’t think I need any security. I’m a professional wrestler.
Art: You are nothing. Not yet. You can handle yourself, maybe, but the security isn’t about that. The security is about appearance. If they need to become physical, then so be it. But mostly, this is to make sure people understand you’re a big deal. With this money, you will be a made woman and a hunted woman. People will hate you. Embrace it. But make sure you aren’t deflecting bullets on your own. These men will move mountains to make sure you get where you need to be.
Jordan: But I don’t even know where to begin.
Art: That’s why your uncle hired me for you. I know a pair of brothers looking for work. The Henchman twins. From Switzerland. Isaac and Hideo.
Jordan: Those are the names of twins?
Art: Of course! Why would you even question such an obvious thing. Names don’t make people who they are. They are tough and ruthless while also being as obedient as well trained dogs. They will be wherever you need them to be, when you need them to be there. I’ll have my secretary get yours there number.
Jordan: Oh, I can just take the number. I don’t have a secretary.
Art: Get one then. I forbid her handing anything to you. It’s time for you to realize you aren’t the same girl you were before. Everything about you has to change. Everything. You have to be a completely different kind of woman now. A different kind of fighter. You need to adopt a new attitude. No longer will people say Jordan Majors and think of the girl who crawled out of a ditch in California, put on a pair of tights and climbed into a wrestling ring. Going forward it will be all about the girl who has more cash than any other person she comes into contact with. Few men in this world have more money than you. Your resources are endless. Don’t worry about overspending, we have a team watching your money to make sure you don’t go too far. The question you should be asking yourself is how far would you have to go to get to too far. Nothing is out of the question. If you need something just write a check. If I’ve learned anything by being around billionaires, it’s that everything has a price. Everyone has a price. Never forget it.
A bewildered Jordan nods her head as the scene fades to black.
Bork: Hey, thanks for coming and… who are these guys?
Jordan: Oh, the henchmen? This is Isaac and Hideo. They’re twins.
Bork nods and then looks puzzled. He looks at the two men, one obviously asian and the other of some sort of european descent and then looks back at Jordan.
Bork: Twins, eh?
Jordan: Yes, you can’t tell? That’s Isaac Henchman and his twin brother, Hideo Henchman.
Bork: That’s their last name?
Jordan: Yes. They’re bodyguards by trade.
Bork: Oh I thought you meant… never mind. We’re about to go live.
Music fills the air and a sounder plays for “Wrestling Now with Bork Laser” before Bork continues.
Bork: Welcome back to the show. Today I have the pleasure of interviewing one of the up and coming stars of SCW, Jordan Majors. She’s fresh off of a win as part of an 8-man tag match at Tabula Rasa. Jordan, welcome.
Jordan: The pleasure is all yours sweetie. Don’t forget my fee.
Bork: Uh, anyways. I guess the question everyone has is, are you now somehow aligned with The Network? You said you paid them to come to Tabula Rasa and do your dirty work. But does it go beyond that?
Jordan: Dirty work? I’m sorry, I wouldn't exactly refer to work done in exchange for good money to be dirty in any way. I simply hired an independent contractor to do a job. Is it my fault that these contractors had a previous issue with my opponents at Tabula Rasa? I don’t believe it to be so. Listen, Bork, you need to understand that money makes the world go around. I have a lot of it. Some people might feel like I’m cheating by bringing in these contractors. I see it as stimulating the economy. I’m doing this country a service by investing my money into a group of young men who are just trying to make their way.
Bork: That feels like a pretty liberal way to define The Network, but I’ll take your word for it.
Jordan: I’ll define a word for you. Chaos. Chaos is complete disorder and confusion. That’s what I hired The Network for. Job well done men. I’ll save your number for later.
Bork: Along those same lines, just from what you said last weekend and what you’ve said occasionally on social media, are you a member of the Beauty Factory?
Jordan: Am I a member of the Beauty Factory. Well that’s such an interesting question. I would say I’m an acquaintance of the Beauty Factory. Maybe even an associate at this point. You’ve seen the Beauty Factory. Look at them. Look at me. Now, isn’t it obvious that we are a fit? I mean it seems obvious to me. They have beauty and money. We’re all one in the same. However, at this moment me and mine are operating as a team for one. I’m doing my bidding on my own account. I do not directly represent them and they do not directly represent me.
Bork: I’m so confused.
Jordan: Well your parents must have been confused to name you Bork. You look like Ronald McDonald became washed up as a clown and removed his makeup and hair dye before getting struck by lightning in a thunderstorm. You look ridiculous. You sound ridiculous. Shall I dress you down anymore, Bork?
Bork: Let’s just move on with the questions, shall we? Doing all of this in Seattle has no doubt attracted the attention of your opponent this week. This was his homecoming and while he has openly said on Twitter that it was a success despite his team losing, do you worry he might be out for revenge against you?
Jordan: I don’t even think about stuff like that. What do they say? Revenge is a dish best served cold? Or something like that. Well the only things I like cold are drinks and ice cream, so he better not be trying to bring anything cold to this match or I will have my team snuff it out before he can even get his ass in the ring. Who has time for antics like his? Who has time for half of what he does? I don’t need to hire anyone else to come in and put in any work this week. I’ll just take it to him. People like him tell you everything you need to know about Seattle. People like him are the reason they don’t have an NBA team. That poor city of Seattle that wants to live in the shell of being a tech city when all the real tech is taking place in California. I know where I’m investing my money, and it’s not there.
Bork: Pretty harsh words for a city most people love to visit and even live in.
Jordan: I’d like Seattle a heck of a lot more if it wasn’t attached to Aaron Blackbourne. Just saying.
Bork: And the basketball line? Taking a shot at those poor fans.
Jordan: I love the Oklahoma City Thunder. What can I say.
Bork: Moving on, what’s your strategy in SCW? You don’t seem overly interested in winning a title. Is this all a game to you?
Jordan: If I win any of that gold at any point, I will raise it high with pride. But I have a lot to be proud of. I work hard at this craft. I work hard at looking this good. The rest of it is just god’s gift to wrestling fans. I’m here to entertain them and to drive them crazy. Boo me or cheer me, I am who I am baby. I have a fat wallet and I take what I want. Am I above buying a title? That’s an interesting question for another day, Bork. But for now, let’s focus on one thing at a time. This week I get to welcome that Pumpkin King looking idiot Aaron Blackbourne into my ring and I get to send him on his way one match poorer than he was when he entered. Go ahead, Bork, say I’m just all about the money. I promise if you ask anyone who’s been on the end of one of my kicks will tell you otherwise. When these kicks are a flying, you better get out of the way or watch me cash another check to the top.
Bork: Well thanks for everything, Jordan. It’s been a pleasure having you on.
Jordan: One more thing, Bork. I just bought this radio station.
Bork: You what?
Jordan: I just bought this station. And as my first action. You’re fired.
Jordan turns back to her bodyguards and grabs a few bills and turns back around to toss the money at Bork.
Jordan: Get yourself a makeover with that and come back and maybe I’ll give you your job back. Security, remove this man.
There’s a scuffle heard in the background before Bork’s voice fades off and the show goes quiet for a few moments before the silence is broken.
Jordan: This has been Wrestling Now with Jordan Majors. Have a delicious day…
Jordan tosses the headset and snaps at her bodyguards who go to her sides almost on command. Like guard dogs they follow her through the hallway of the station and back to the stretch limo, where she jumps in and takes off from the scene. We flash forward to Jordan sitting in a dimly lit room where she vainly stares into a mirror.
Jordan: I see you Aaron Blackbourne. You who has demons that you sometimes release upon the rest of us. But right now? You look small. You look like a man who makes promises to people, checks his mouth can’t possibly cash. I’m not sorry that we ruined your return to Seattle. You probably take a look at those events, looking back on them, and think that I am weak for calling on another group to come in and cause chaos. What you see as weak, I see as resourceful. I did what I wanted to do. This was never about you. It was about me. I was bound to make a splash. Just look at the effect. We were in an 8-man tag match, the definition of a clusterfuck, and yet we come away as the match the was the talk of the night. And why was that? It was because of Jordan Majors. I called in the mercenaries who were chomping at the bit to pick up a side job against some of their enemies. They accepted that cash with a smile. And they whooped your ass with a wonderful grin.
Jordan picks up a brush and runs it through her hair, straightening it on one side before placing it down and looking right into her own reflection.
Jordan: And did it hurt when you realized what I had done to your grand celebration? Did it sting when you realized that match was over? Did it make your demons want to come crawling out and paint your face with the pain that consumes you? For me it wasn’t so personal. I don’t care who it hurts along the way, I will make an impact each and every time they call my name to enter that ring. I’m not some basic bitch that just wants to be happy. I’m an egomaniac that wants everything. If I see it, and I want it, I’m going to take it. That’s why I ripped that carpet out from under your feet and watched you stumble to the floor beneath the streamers and the Welcome Home banner that they hung for you in the crowd. They came to see the Aaron Blackbourne show. I gave them an experience like no other. I showed them what you can do when your resources greatly outweigh that of your opponents, hell, even of your teammates. Because I told them last week they shouldn’t call themselves the captains. How dare you they all said, teammates and opponents alike. They are former champions you are saying this to. Do you think I care about the past accomplishments of people who have been in SCW longer than I have? They have those because I allow it just by not being here yet. Time was on their side. If I could turn it back, few of them would even be able to dwell on those past accomplishments. They would be footnotes in the history that I made. But time is the ultimate demon that eventually consumes us all. Their time was then. My time is now. Prove me wrong.
Jordan stands and walks away from the mirror, moving across the room to look out the window.
Jordan: I admire how you try to package those demons away sometimes and only bring them out for special occasions. But I wish you’d just bring those demons out at all times. I would take so much more pleasure in defeating you when you are on the side of those demons, wagging your tongue and screaming in absurdities as you’re fueled by the primal rage that comes with that war paint. Instead I’m sure I will get the plain jane Aaron that has so little to give. That’s ok. We can’t bring out the worst of each other at all times, can we? You can be assured you will get the best of me. The only thing that fuels me, is me. I want to win everything. I want to take everything. Until I have everything I want, I shall never be satisfied. You know how that is, don’t you? To never be satisfied? I guess we’ll find out when we climb back into that ring together. We’ll find out if your will and determination and desire to make up for that loss at Tabula Rasa can manage to outweigh my foot stepping on your throat when you try to scrap and crawl your way out of losing, yet again. I am Jordan Majors and I am the best thing to happen to this company in a long time. I’m a superstar in the making. I’m rich, I’m beautiful and my kicks are lethal. Come Wednesday you’re going to be wishing you had someone to tag in t take your place. Because I’m going to do whatever it takes, and I mean whatever, to make sure you lose again. Mwah.
The scene fades out and fades back into a brown-haired Jordan sitting in sweats in another lawyer’s office. A man turns around in his chair and drops a file on the desk in front of him and stares across at the girl in his office.
Art Howe: You are a mess. Literally and figuratively. But luckily for you, your uncle hired me for you prior to his passing. I told him I’d be nice. But he was alive then. He’s dead now. So I’m going to tell you like it is. Get your stuff together. Dye that hair and get it taken care of. Hire a stylist if you must. Throw away your clothes. All of them. Buy new ones and ask someone else if they think they are right for you. And lastly, hire security.
Jordan: Security? Mister, I don’t think I need any security. I’m a professional wrestler.
Art: You are nothing. Not yet. You can handle yourself, maybe, but the security isn’t about that. The security is about appearance. If they need to become physical, then so be it. But mostly, this is to make sure people understand you’re a big deal. With this money, you will be a made woman and a hunted woman. People will hate you. Embrace it. But make sure you aren’t deflecting bullets on your own. These men will move mountains to make sure you get where you need to be.
Jordan: But I don’t even know where to begin.
Art: That’s why your uncle hired me for you. I know a pair of brothers looking for work. The Henchman twins. From Switzerland. Isaac and Hideo.
Jordan: Those are the names of twins?
Art: Of course! Why would you even question such an obvious thing. Names don’t make people who they are. They are tough and ruthless while also being as obedient as well trained dogs. They will be wherever you need them to be, when you need them to be there. I’ll have my secretary get yours there number.
Jordan: Oh, I can just take the number. I don’t have a secretary.
Art: Get one then. I forbid her handing anything to you. It’s time for you to realize you aren’t the same girl you were before. Everything about you has to change. Everything. You have to be a completely different kind of woman now. A different kind of fighter. You need to adopt a new attitude. No longer will people say Jordan Majors and think of the girl who crawled out of a ditch in California, put on a pair of tights and climbed into a wrestling ring. Going forward it will be all about the girl who has more cash than any other person she comes into contact with. Few men in this world have more money than you. Your resources are endless. Don’t worry about overspending, we have a team watching your money to make sure you don’t go too far. The question you should be asking yourself is how far would you have to go to get to too far. Nothing is out of the question. If you need something just write a check. If I’ve learned anything by being around billionaires, it’s that everything has a price. Everyone has a price. Never forget it.
A bewildered Jordan nods her head as the scene fades to black.