Jake Starr vs. Kelsai Adamson-Mason

[Jake Starr]

There are nights that are good, nights that are bad, and nights that are both good and bad. Such was the case with the previous SCW pay-per view, where the world looked on to see what "Team Captains" would emerge from the calamity and become those who lead teams into this year's Trios Tournament. It was also the first time in SCW history that brother and sister would stand across from one another, each trying to take the opportunity from their fellow sibling. It was something that neither quite knew how to handle, but when push came to shove the two definitely went toe to toe with eadh other for supremacy. In the end, it wasn't the more experienced older brother who emerged victorious, no, it was the little sister who was determined to forge he own path, and make a name for herself.

That's right... Jordan Majors was the major victor coming out of the event, not only beating her older brother's team, but also subsequently won the fight to be the one who gets to make the first pick in the SCW upcoming Trios Tournament Draft. It's a position that sets Jordan up to potentially put her team in the strongest position imaginable by picking a first partner who could propel her to a contract for any match at any time against any person that she wants. And when it comes to the Trios, the right threesome of individuals is key. It's something she's seen from her brother on two separate occasions, as Jake has won once with Syren and someone nobody remembers, and the second time with Ace Marshall and Gable Winchester. She's also seen it backfire when Jake was on teams where nobody seemed to have that same drive as he did, and elimination follow suit.

So the decision is in her court, and a big one at that.

What went through the minds of many, though, is that first pick. Who will she choose? Will she go with someone from her past who she also trusts? Or will she go rogue all on her own, and pick someone out of left field that she feels may compliment her style and technique in a ways that nobody else can? These are the types of questions she has to ponder and ponder quickly. With the tournament season on the horizon, she needs to make a decision and make one fast.

When SCW tried to get answers out of Jordan she was quick to shut them down and make sure they knew she would make her decisions when the time was right, and it wasn't then. She made her way to her locker room and began to unwind from the events of the night when a knock came at the door. Not really wanted to deal with people she simply screams out...

Jordan Majors: Yeah...?!

In a muffled but coherent tone there is a response.

Jake Starr: It's Jake... Can I come in?

She's partially relieved it's Jake, hoping he's not there for selfish reasons.

Jordan Majors: Yeah I'm as presentable as I'm going to be right now...

Jake slowly opens the door and walks in, still sporting his ring gear on.

Jake Starr: Helluva night for you, eh?

Jordan nods, slightly.

Jordan Majors: I'd say overall it was positive.

Jake Starr: On top of it all, you have a big decision on your hands, now...

Jordan cuts him off. She slowly stands up and approaches Jake.

Jordan Majors: Just stop right there, Jake... We aren't doing this...

Jake looks confused.

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Jake Starr: What are you talking about?

Jordan Majors: I'm talking about my "big decision." I'm talking about people asking me who I'm picking. I'm talking about you coming in here to lobby me, so I will pick you. I don't frankly know what I'm going to, or what my strategy will be. It's my decision, and I get to make it on my time.

Jake rolls his eyes

Jake Starr: Really? Seriously? You think that's why I'm here, Joran? You think I'm here to beg and plead for you to draft me?

Jordan Majors: I know you lobby or what you want. I know you want in the tournament and you want a contract.

Jake Starr: Yeah so? Don' you know that there's a locker room FULL of people who want it to? I'm not special in that regard. I'm not unique. I'm not special. And I'm not here to insult you by trying to lobby or weasel my way in. I was literally coming back to congratulate you...

Jordan Majors: Yeah and flattery gets you nowhere, either...

Jake Starr: Alright, now big brother is going to talk, now, and firstly say shut the fuck up. I'm not trying to flatter you. I'm not trying to get in your good graces. This is the same big brother who sat next to you when he didn't give a fuck about what you did. The fact of the matter is I was worried sick about this match. I was scared you and I wouldn't be able to compete against one another and focus on the BUSINESS at hand...

Jordan Majors: So you didn't think I had the mental wherewithal to separate personal and business, huh?

Jake Starr: No I said I didn't know if WE could. I didn't know how you thought. I didn't know what I would think. All I knew is that we were pitted against one another for the first time and were going to have to deal with it, and I HOPED it would be a moment we went in, did our thing, and called it good.

Jordan Majors: Which I did...

Jake Starr: Which WE did, Jordan. The fact is, your team won. Then you went out there and you handled business and held court by beating EVERYONE. You got the first draft pick. You get to build a team that will help you best in this tournament.

Jordan Majors: And I'm sure you think you're one of the people who gives me that best bet...

Jake rolls his eyes and sighs.

Jake Starr: Jordan, for fuck's sake, listen to me... I'm asking for NOTHING. Just like I told you on that bench that day, you have to go make your own path and make Jordan Majors a name. You have to do what you have to do in order to sufficiently set yourself apart. What does that mean? That means YOU have to put together a team YOU think can win. I don't have shit to do with it. I don't even have a guaranteed spot on a team. And if I'm not on a team I'm fine with it because people should always pick who they feel they can go through this gauntlet with, if they get to choose. I never got to choose. Not one Trios Tournament did I go, "Hey I want to team with so and so," and low and behold I got what I wanted because I picked them.

You have an advantage, here. You have an opportunity here. It's an opportunity to do what is best for you, make another name for yourself by getting a contract that would give you ANYTHING YOU WANTED, and prove that it wasn't a fluke that you won that clusterfuck there at the end. I truly do not care what YOU do with YOUR team. I want you to do like I said... Forge your path, walk it, and OWN IT. If you pick me, I'd be honored, but so would the rest of the locker room. So you have to decide for yourself who gives you that best chance at winning.

Is it me?

Is it someone like a current champion?

Is it the janitor?

Hell, is it the girl from catering who keeps having to relight the Sterno cans?

I don't give a fuck because it's not my decision to make. It's yours. It's Jordan Majors'.

Jordan begins to realize that her elder sibling is truly speaking from the heart and his desire for her to do what's in her best interest. She looks down and sighs before nodding and looking back up at Jake.

Jake Starr: ... I get it. I get that you feel pressure now from a lot of sides. I'm not going to be one of them. Do I think I can make a team, probably, but it's not my call on any of it, and if I don't, then it's not the end of the world. Whatever you choose, there will be no harm, and no foul, from my side. I'm not going to insinuate... I'm not going to lobby... I'm not going to do anything to try and influence you. I'm going to do like I've done all alone. I'm going to support you.

Jordan nods again.

Jordan Majors: Ok... So then what? I pick my team, you're on another, and we're back where this has us right now.

Jake Starr: Yes, and? That's the BUSINESS side of things. We handled it fine. We could faceoff, winner wins, and move along. We go beat Infamous' ass. We do what we do, and just fight whoever is in our way. If you win, however... You set yourself up for infamy. Main event at Rise to Greatness... Gauntlet match for all of the titles... Chamber match for all the belts, all of these continue to make you look like you want to be remembered. And that was what you said, wasn't it?

Jordan stands there looking at Jake.

Jake Starr: Didn't Jordan Majors want to be remembered as her own badass self and not just the baby sister of Jake Starr?

Jordan Majors: For fuck's sake, yes...

Jake steps up to her and gets in her face.

Jake Starr: Then go out there, pick YOUR team, get this stupid fucking idea out of your head that I'm trying to influence you, and do one thing...

Jordan Majors: And what "one thing" is that?

Jake Starr: To fucking WIN! You wanted a shot at infamy, at legend status, well here it is. And that's why when I walked through that door, the thought of you giving me a spot didn't even enter my mind. The desire to praise you, and tell you that I was proud of you, that's what I wanted to do. Nothing more, nothing less. I wanted to express pride my sister in putting in one of the best performances n SCW, and be that big brother I haven't gotten to be in too many situations. So I'm sorry it came across wrong. It wasn't meant to be like that...

Again Jordan realizes the sincerity from Jake, rather than greed which she had anticipated and expected.

Jordan Majors: I... I'm sorry. I just figured everyone would be after that from me. I'm not used to having "the power" and when they ambushed me in the hallway to start asking who I was going to pick, it kind of elevated the stress inside me a lot.

She sighs.

Jordan Majors: Thank you for the praise. Yeah... It was weird being across from you. I didn't expect it to bother you at all...

Jake Starr: It definitely worried me. I've never had to fight my sister before, ha ha. But we did what we had to do, and you won.

Jordan Majors: Now I just need to figure out where I go next.

Jake Starr: My best advice... Communication. Find the most talented people you can communicate with. You don't have to like them, but you need to trust they will listen and communicate back. This tournament is a grind. It's a short grind, but a grind nevertheless. You have to be able to stay on the same page long enough to win. And that's truly the only advice I have. You have a golden ticket to put together a team you trust. Use it. Abuse it. Show the world why you earned it.

She nods, and Jake walks up and gives her a hug.

Jake Starr: You got this. Make waves.

She nods one more time as Jake turns and heads for the door. As he almost exits he pauses and looks back around to offer one more nugget to his little sister.

Jake Starr: ... And if you draft that old hack Soopaman Luva over me, I probably would be pissed about that one!

Both chuckle with Jake's comment, as he closes the door and heads toward his dressing room. Jake truly believes that his sister earned the right to pick any team she wants, regardless of if he is on it. He believes she fought hard, and wanted to express it as a big brother, and not a coworker. He understood her concern that it was a ploy, but he hopes after the talk they had that maybe, just maybe, she understands that he simply wants the opportunity to be a proud older brother at times, and not a partner, not a competitor, but a brother.

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Jake Starr: Who remembers Breakdown? You know that event that happened before the pay-per view? Yeah that one. Yeah I walked out of that event with more questions than answers and let me tell you... Before the pay-per view, I wasn't getting sleep... I was haunted... I was terrified... Why? Because I looked into the eyes of an individual that I truly believed was one of the three secret love children of Howard Schultz. I kid you not. Before the pay-per view, these three were even named according to their level of "dad bods," Portly, Pudgy, and Chubsy Wubbsy! I do feel bad for them because he had already trademarked Grande, Venti and Trente, and his board wasn't quite happy with the namesakes being used in public in such a violent manner. And overall, I felt the most bad for Chubsy-Wubbsy, because he was obvious the forgotten "Tum Tum" of the family. It's kinda sad, you know?

Nevertheless, I went head to head with Tum Tum, and I won. That victory put me at a completely undefeated singles record for the year 2020. In SCW lingo, you know what that means? I AM IN LINE FOR EVERY TITLE ON THE ROSTER! But more on that later!

The true fact of the matter is, I won. I went in there and I showed the world that I could beat someone whom, at the time, had a lot unknown about him. I mean, yeah, at the time he was the widest... He was the hungriest... But he wasn't a Rocky or a Colt. He was Tum Tum! Then comes the pay-per view, and what do I find out? Tum Tum isn't Tum Tum at all! He's... Jason Helms?! And the other bastard children of Howard Schultz are Lucas Knight and my buddy David Helms? You mean to tell me this threesome, that was collectively known as Los Tres Leches des los Frappachinos was actually a trio that I respect?

This is why I fucking hate the world! I am a fragile egoed person who doesn't like to be confused, and I was watching three men, dressed in coffee costumes, walking to the ring, and then at the pay-per view I had to make sure I wasn't concussed, and saw those three. So I don't know what that is about. I don't know what is going on. And honestly I don't care. David's business is David's business, and it doesn't involve me. The fact I know, now, that honestly I wasn't facing a nobody, but instead facing the one man who helped propel me to the Supreme Championship, and is someone who I know is a badass in the ring, makes me a lot happier. Not just because I won, but because he pushed me hard, and I didn't know if he was a somebody or a nobody. He was a somebody. He was a tough son of a bitch, at that.

So Jason, yeah, I won. No bragging here. You fought me hard, even under a mask, and I'm sure that can't be easy.

Now, with the caffeine junkies out of the way, let's move on to the pay-per view. Let's move on to the night where I walked into a match where I not only had to face my sister, but I had to fight for the right to be a captain for the Trios Tournament. I didn't get to say much about this match. I didn't get to really express my opinion. But it was a night where I fought my ass off, and still came up short. It wasn't exactly how I wished it would have come out, but you know, my sister beat the asses or my team, and then did the exact same to the other winners, making her the number one nose picker for the Trios. And I know what a lot of people are asking... Has she told me who she is picking? Is she picking me? The truth is, I don't know, and I don't want to know. In fact, I want her to do her thing. I want her to make the decisions because she's an adult, she deserves to be able to make adult decisions.

Now don't get me wrong... Jake Starr wants to be in the Trios Tournament!

I mean, who wouldn't be?

If they don't want to be, they're stupid!

The fact is, there is a chance I could get in, and if I do, great. I'm not going to try and lobby for myself or beg someone to pick me. Instead, I want to be picked by someone who thinks I can contribute and help the team win. If nobody thinks I fit that mold, then so be it, and I move on. If someone does, then I go out there and bust my ass and try to win a contract in order to shock the world again. And yes, if I get a Trios contract, I will make sure I one-up my Chamber match that I stunned the world with. What will that be? Fuck I don't know yet! I just know I have to always do something more insane than the time before.

So if you want insanity... Hope for a Jake Starr draft pick, and hope for a Jake Starr win!

Jake takes a breath, and regroups to focus on what is directly in front of him.

But the fact of the matter is, regardless of if I am put on a Trios team, I have to walk into Breakdown and try and pull off the upset of the year, so far. As I said earlier, in singles competition I am undefeated. I haven't had one person pin my shoulders to the mat, or make me tap out. So I'm a contender now! At least by most SCW standards. And SCW is giving me that opportunity by letting me try and become a two-time Television Champion at Breakdown!

Jake pauses.

Just in case anyone has forgotten, the Television Championship is the belt that made Jake Starr the first ever TRUE Supreme Champion, as I was the first recognized Supreme Champion to win the Television Championship, and as far as I know, I'm the ONLY one who has held all of the belts. But then again, I didn't go title history investigating. I just know I was numero uno!

Now I digress...

SCW has given me the opportunity to go out there and fight for this title because I have started to show signs of life again. I have shown that I am back, I am here to compete, and I want to fight the best they want to put in front of me. In this case it's none other than current Television Champion (obviously), Kelsai Adamson-Mason. Now, Kelsei and I shared a ring at the pay-per view. She was on my sister's team, and she showed that she knows how to put up a fight. She showed me exactly why she was able to get her hands on the Television Championship, and be a formidable champion. And hell... Have you not seen and heard this girl? She's like the living embodiment of happiness, unicorns, rainbows, and probably double rainbows at that.

She's just genuinely nice and happy!

It makes me wonder how a woman like that got into this business. It makes me wonder how many times she and Uncle Paul had special visitation moments with one another because... Honestly... That happiness is just not normal! It's legit. It's natural. I'm not saying it's fake. I'm simply saying that is not normal! Nobody is that happy and that loving, unless it's Richard Simmons, and his involved questionable garments on his lower extremities and fat people!

So what's the deal with Kelsei? How can someone be this happy, and legitimately come across as being legitimately so? Moreover, how can I talk shit on her, and want to go out and slap her silly, when she's just this little adorable thing? I mean the crowd eats it up, too! She's just this sweet young thing, and probably is used to hearing people shit-talk her from the "other side" of wrestling, but I really can't, like, dig into her, like I would someone like Syren or anyone resembling her or Kennedy, for that matter.

But I guess, here goes nothing?

Jake shrugs.

Kelsei... First and foremost I know for a fact that you are not someone who I should just overlook. I know for a fact that you have earned the right to not just call you a champion, but a competitor in the Trios Tournament. You beat Katie Steward to get the Television Title, twice I believe, and then were able to help my sister go out there and drop my team like we were nothing. We had a formidable team on paper, but your team was able to fight hard and show us who was superior. Now there is a difference from the pay-per view and now. You were part of a team that achieved a perfect cohesion. I was part of a team with a drunkard and some other people I didn't know. This time, we are one on one. We don't have people watching our backs. I'm not bringing Jordan with me. I'm not bringing Chairee with me. I respect you and that championship too much to try and make this something other than what I want it to be...

And that's my second reign as Television Champion!

You and I are walking out there, honestly, still relative strangers. That match at the pay-per view didn't give us any real insight to the other. So we are going in ready to simply bring the best we have against one another and hope to walk out as champion. Now like I said... I respect you. I respect the title. I respect the fact that you were able to beat Katie and also become one of the Trios captains. I also respect how nice you are, but the fact is this is when you're walking into a Lion's Den that you're not quite ready for. You've faced Katie. So have I. I've taken her down EVERY TIME I've crossed her path so you and I have something in common there. I've also defended championships against her. The fact is, while we may be unfamiliar with one another's strengths and weaknesses, we've done some things that seem to even us out.

Just know that's where I feel the equality will begin to diverge. You see, I have been in a position many times where I've faced legends, icons, the best of the best, everything SCW has to offer. And yes, Katie Steward is a legend. But I've done it on a higher level than that of Katie Steward. I've faced the best SCW has EVER seen. I've defeated countless Hall of Famers, I've accomplished things many dream of in their lifetime, and I've done it with my back against the wall every time. I see you as another instance like that. My back is against the wall. You just finished handing me a loss that may keep me out of the Trios Tournament. You showed that, whether I was pinned or not, you can say you bested Jake Starr and be absolutely correct on it. So now it's time for me to come out there and show that I still have what it takes. I have to show that, not only do I want to be a two-time Television Champion, but I want to make captains like you clamor to have me on their team.

So this match has multiple implications for me.

I see how genuinely happy you are for others, so I know when I take the championship from around your waist you won't hold it against me. I also know that walking in, I see you as an equal overall, but know I've been through the grind enough to find a way to win, and I'm going to do just that. I plan on bringing the fight to you. I want to see what is beneath the skin of this happy-go-lucky girl, who has become champion and a captain for the Trios. I want to see what fight there is underneath it all because you never know... You may decide you want me by your side going into this tournament. But that will be for after the moment I take the Television Championship and I show the world that I still am capable of fighting, competing, and claiming a championship in this company.

I don't doubt you're going to make it hard on me.

I don't doubt you're going to make me earn it.

I do doubt you know every trick up my sleeve that I'm willing to pull out when a title is on the line.

I do doubt that you know Jake Starr's entire repertoire.

So I look forward to this match, Kelsei. I look forward to having you bring your A game and show me what the hype and happiness is about. I plan on doing the same, although there's not the same kind of happiness involved. For me, it's grit, determination, and experience. I've been to the top of SCW's Mount Everest, and one day I'd like to summit it one last time. This could very well be the moment that starts that long journey, and I'm not passing it up, or overlooking it. So be ready to see the rebirth of Sir Edmond Hillary in SCW because my climb begins now, and the first summit is that of SCW's Television Championship.

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