There it was. Konvict once again had a chance to redeem himself. What sweeter victory is that than defeating the current interim United States champion, especially when he is the guy whose ass you wanted to kick since you came to SCW? I was congratulated on my win but I know these days will just get darker and I’ll have to push on. Reward and responsibility, they come hand in hand and as long as I hold any status as the United States champion I have to continue to keep my head above water. I can’t afford to lose this match and Konvict should know that. He has nothing to worry about; I know his ego has to be in the gutter right about now. There is nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing to lose but then again that could be said for the man who has everything to lose. I guess we would have to see which one of us still has energy left in the tank and momentum to burn. We would figure it out on Hostility.

Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Scenes open to MJ packing his suitcase. He still had on his clothes since he left the ring, the black leather pants. He had on a small white wife beater. He looked outside and it was heavily raining. He figured that would have happened given the dry spell a few days before the pay per view. He took a seat next to his luggage and sighed. He looked into the suitcase and pulled out the belt. It was interesting. He had worked so hard in the last couple of months just to stand on even ground with Silkk, now he became champion. He had seen gold before but not SCW gold. It was well reported to the masses that this was Junior’s first SCW title. It took awhile but he didn’t mind. A title is a title and to hold one, even as interim, was a special thing. For a company who requires the most of their wrestlers, it makes the belt even more valuable. MJ had a history of being a transitional champion but this time around he had no plans to let go of this title. Put SCW on notice.

MJ: Can’t believe how heavy this rain is…

Honestly, rain was his favorite weather problem. The pitter patter of raindrops slamming against glass made all his worries subside giving him an easier night of sleep. The best time for rain was the night before a match; it would soothe him and make him feel better and more energized for a morning run. But now he had to head to Ohio and this rain would be a problem. After packing his belongings, he slung his gym bag over his shoulder and wheeled his suitcase. He had umbrella in hand, ready to head to his rent a car. He soon opened the umbrella once he checked out and was downstairs. He walked briskly to the car and soon found himself driving towards the airport. MJ’s stomach was growling, probably would have to pick up some McDonalds at the airport. Usually he would get on a flight with Glace but he purposefully stayed behind. He needed time to think about things. He had to have a strategy on how to keep this title as well as deal with Majestic’s last champion once he returned.

He soon found himself parked. He scratched his head and looked around, watching a family get out of their van. Once they had all their belongings together they went into the airport. MJ just sat back and watched. He remembered how sometimes, like during Christmas and other holiday events, how he and his mother would travel to whichever part of the country Shorty was wrestling and watch him. Then they would celebrate, win or lose. He missed those days. He laid back and sighed.

Shorty Jr.: Here we are again, Konvict. I pinned you and picked up the win as well as the title. What is there really to boast about? There were two other guys in the ring, you just happened to be the unfortunate soul I pinned. I understand you aren’t too happy and you are looking to finish what you couldn’t at Rise to Greatness but I should be the first one to tell you, that’s not going to happen. I don’t plan on losing to you especially after I worked so hard to win at the pay per view. That would be a step backwards for me, with the fact I still have to go one on one with Silkk in the back of my mind, I still have to keep on my toes. Hell, the fact I have something everyone else does not – The US interim title – is enough to keep my mind focus. This brain here? It’s working all day every day trying to figure out how to keep ahead of the competition. What’s your brain on Konvict? Wondering if Silkk just did the same thing to you like he did to me and Shyne? Did Silkk really just betray you or was he trying to win?

I bet you’re not too happy with Carrington. Maybe had you listened instead of living off of the past, thinking Silkk would return to being your “homeboy”, you could have saved yourself from embarrassment at Rise to Greatness. Maybe your stupid ass would still be in the same position regardless but since we can’t travel back in time so we’ll never know right? What I do know is that you don’t have what it takes to bring yourself from the gutter of notoriety of being pinned, in a feud that would have seen you on top any other time. Do you think you have what it takes? You didn’t have the strong mind to keep yourself in Majestic and out of jail. You didn’t have the strong mind to be your own man instead of Silkk’s jockey. You think you have the strong mind to beat the man who pinned you nearly a week ago? Maybe you will surprise us all and open your mouth. Could out of it come something other than “you hatin” and “you wish you was your old man”? I’m not holding my breath.

MJ cracked his knuckles, he hasn’t been moving around much. It left him a bit stressed and stiff. His thoughts didn’t just surround his upcoming match but also the other events that took place. The fact that Konvict said nothing before or after the match was what he was worried about more than him actually saying something. Silent but violent was the key-phrase of the year for SCW and as you can see through Hudson, it certainly stuck.

Shorty Jr.: Konvict, I want to wish you good luck. The keyword is want because I just can’t. Why would I wish any bit of good on you? You and your friend have made my life hell and I got a bit of redemption but I still won’t forgive. I certainly won’t forget. You two boys thought you had it all planned out but Olek changed the plans. Like the opportunist he is, Silkk made sure he knocked you out the first opportunity he got. Hell, I even felt a steel chair to the skull in the opening of the match but there will be no free for all in our match. There will be no excuses for why one loss or won. A straight up one on one between you and me, how it was suppose to be with Silkk at Rise to Greatness. You should figure by now this isn’t the place for you. I’m getting tired of running you street thugs out of SCW and I’m getting tired of you all returning running your mouths telling everyone to respect your reputation when you haven’t done shit in SCW to deserve it. Come Hostility I’ll give you the respect you deserve, none.

It will be just like the last month or two. I look down on you but at the same time I feel sorry for you guys. I am ever changing, doing what it takes to continue to raise my skill along with the competition that comes into SCW. I learn from every win and loss. I evolve for the better. What do you and Silkk do? You continue with the same stale “respect my reputation on the streets”. Most people can predict what comes out of your mouth before you even get to say it. Street thugs USED to be hot. They used to get a lot of undeserved hype and admiration but since the wrestling community has satisfied their curiosity on them being wrestlers they have been thrown to the back burner just like the Goths. You and Silkk’s time w as years ago, your success off of undeserved hype is well documented but here in SCW we don’t give hype to those who don’t deserve it. We don’t even give them a second glance so if you’re wondering why no one has given a shit about you or your return to help Silkk: look around. You’re not welcomed.

Not here or anywhere. That’s why you guys always need to travel in packs because you know you would all fall easily if it were just you and you alone. What made Syndicate better was that Silkk had someone like me to lean on. He didn’t have to do much to make Syndicate what it was; I had all of that handled already. It’s just pathetic that you all look at me like some kind of sell out when this so called “sell out” made people who didn’t care about Syndicate give a half assed glance every now and then. That is a lot more than any other former member could say. Don’t let Silkk fool you, Konvict. He said he visited me when I was mentally unstable but that man was nowhere near that Nevada hospital. He was everywhere but there. Silkk doesn’t care; he doesn’t have the heart to care. What any normal human beings response to a tragic situation, he would be the complete one eighty. So you can keep playing the buddy game with him or you can walk away from the situation before he ups his level of betrayal on you.

MJ grabbed his gym bag and keys then stepped out the car. He lifted the trunk and as he dragged out the suitcase, he soon heard a familiar ringtone; he digs into his back pocket to see who it could be. He squints a little then a smirk came across his face, it was Anthony. Probably calling to continue his gloating of how he, Hudson, and MJ were all holding gold simultaneously. MJ didn’t mind it, of course. He put the phone to his ear.

MJ: What’s up, big man?

Anthony: I don’t know…let’s see…we got a shit load of gold and I might be moving to California.

MJ: Nice, man.

Anthony: I’m going to need you to help me pack some of my stuff in New Jersey but that’s later down the line. Right now I’m looking at this tag belt and I just can’t help but smile. It’s like I’m half way up there to Nirvana. You don’t know how damn excited your parents were. They called up my phone like seven times and when I called back they were so excited to see us all win. I don’t think we could ever forget a night as career-defining as the one we had. It was the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. After this upcoming Breakdown, you and me should head over to New York for a little get together party then head to New Jersey and help me start packing. It should be a fun week, you know. Minus the bitching and whining from Ashley, I think the moving should be relatively smooth. I would have taken the flight to Jersey instead of Ohio but like I said, I’m too good of a mood to deal with family drama right now.

MJ: True. So you and Holly decided how you two are going to celebrate Rise to Greatness?

Anthony: Ah, no. I’m not sure what we are going to do. Maybe go out for a dinner? I’m not really sure.

MJ: Jeez man, any other girl you would have tore up in bed by now. Nowadays you want to take ladies out to dinner and movies.

Anthony: Holly isn’t just any lady. She is my girlfriend. A pure beautiful woman who I just…I don’t know man. I don’t want to corrupt her.

MJ: Heh, you sound more like a father than a boyfriend.

Anthony: Shut up. I haven’t met someone as beautiful as her since my wife and I’ve seen many girls, I can tell you that. Anyway, I’ll see you in Ohio...US Champ.

MJ: Ha-ha, all right Tag Team Champ.

He flipped the phone close and closed the trunk. He wheeled his luggage along as he fixed the strap of his gym bag over his shoulder. MJ went into the airport, handing the rent a car company their key then headed through bag check. He was finally in the waiting area at the airport. Lines on the left and right were stores. Stores with watches, sunshades, food, newspapers, and everything conceivably possible were there. He waited in line at McDonalds hoping to grab a quick bite before he left for his flight.

McDonalds Employee: Can I help you?

MJ: Yeah, can I have the number one?

McDonalds Employee: All right. What would you like to drink?

After he finished his order and picked it up, he took a seat and began to eat. He wasn’t quite sure what Konvict had up his sleeve but he was intent on finding out. Konvict had already fooled him once with the help of Shorty. He got him twice maybe three times with cheap attacks but now that MJ had proven he could take any one of them in the between the bells, he was more than sure he could handle Konvict. For men who claimed to be kings of their respective cities and states, they were the biggest pair of cowards MJ ever laid eyes on. He proved he had the in-ring abilities to do what they could not, which was back his word up with a win. Maybe he shouldn’t be so cocky but when his chances were twenty five percent to win, so he reasoned to himself that it had to be nothing but pure skill. Anyone who came out a winner at Rise to Greatness didn’t get lucky. He knew he was one of the more talented wrestlers and that sat well with him. Scenes fade away to black.