Location: The Quad, New Kingston, Jamaica
Scenes open to a jam packed Jamaican night club. There is dancing and drinking going on at one of Jamaica’s hottest night spots. There are a few sections of the club that seem to have “cliques” of sort, crowded in a little circle doing their own thing. One of them is at the bar. One man is seated on a chair, his back to the bar as another is standing near him. A group of men surround the two as the one standing is talking. He seems to be giving the man, seated on the chair, praise and admiration. The men are in disbelief as the man talks about him. When the camera is closer it is apparent the “praised” man is Shorty Junior. His body is noticeably larger as if he had been working out since he disappeared from SCW’s light. He smirked quietly, wearing a red graphics t-shirt that was a tight fit for his larger frame. He had on baggy jeans that stopped at his knee and a pair of white sneakers. He liked to wear his street attire when he was in Jamaica. He felt more at home here than anywhere else.

Unknown Man: “Lemme tell you sun-ting about dis brudda right here, him come to Jamaica an show up to relax himself. Him neva know that him would be teaching me how to wrestle. Now I can go wherever meh wah go an’ wrestle and have money inna mi pocket. If I wah go to Japan and wrestle Chine-man dem, I can. I can go America or England an’ wrestle. Him give me a chance to at a new life. When mi get lock up inna jail cell, mi a wonder how mi can get one job. Once mi get out, dem give me one as a janitor in a hotel. Him come along and say mi have potential and showed me how to wrestle. Soon we a go to abroad and wrestle in SCW an’ mek big money.”

That was Junior’s new protégé, Bryce. What he said was true. Bryce was a former convict left for dead once his time was done in jail. Junior saw him and saw a man who was hungry and ready for action even though he was dressed up in some ridiculous janitor outfit at a hotel. So he taught him the basics of wrestling. Junior had gotten sick of hanging around while seeing the likes of Katie and others on his television every Breakdown so he decided it was time for a return to SCW. He planned to bring Bryce along so he could get some experience and see how the industry works, first hand. It was their last night before they headed to America so they decided the best way to leave is with a bang. Junior had reservations about Bryce, what flies down here in Jamaica isn’t always so kosher in America. He was sure, like most Jamaicans, that Bryce would hate America. It was a different place, a different way of life. It was just a different kind of society. Around early 3 AM, they headed back to the Pegasus hotel.

Bryce: What business are you finishing?

Junior: Hmm?

Bryce: You sey you did have sun-ting in SCW yu wah get done.

Junior: Oh, don’t worry about that. That’ll be taken care of quickly. I don’t plan to extend my stay for any lengthy period of time.

Bryce: What that mean for me? Mi a go be one of dem top SCW stars?

Junior: No. You work for me, not them. They’ll destroy you and take the fact that you’re Jamaican and try to sell it. If you work for SCW, next week you’ll come out with Jamaican wrist bands like your name was Kofi Kingston. I’m not going to let the marketing team of SCW exploit you. I wouldn’t want that and I’m sure you wouldn’t either. Besides, let’s focus on getting to America in one piece.

Bryce: Aiight, boss.

It wasn’t true. SCW never forced anyone to become gimmicky but Junior needed to keep Bryce on a tight leash, keep him away from the powers that be. They would attempt to push him too far at such an early stage in his career, just like they did Junior. It was like yesterday, he found himself questioning everything he knew and everything he held sacred. He didn’t want the same thing to happen to Bryce. Junior had stayed in the Pegasus hotel for many months, trying to avoid all things SCW. Through some local connections, he had transferred his semester to University of Technology, Jamaica. Junior loved to workout, he did since he was young. Now that he had moved away from family and friends he did just that…amassing sixty-five pounds of muscle. He was obviously quiet bigger which lead to self-confidence boost…as if he needed anymore. Bryce was smaller, around Junior’s former size. It was interesting to see the two. One could only wonder what they would be able to accomplish in the ring.

Junior: I hope you know this won’t be a vacation. SCW is not a playground; that federation has seen grown men come in and run out like little girls within weeks of being there. As the old saying goes, “It can make you and it can break you.” Then the best in the business don’t let it make them, they make it. I hope you’ll be one of those greats. The people I plan to go up against have held gold and that’s no easy feat. It’s not the local wrestling federation in England that I sent you to where you can pick up gold on your very first match. It took me well over a year to get SCW gold. Between the three people I’m going after, they’ve held seven. So you see I’m taking a risk by bringing you along and I’m hoping you’ll be an asset…not a liability.

Bryce: Don’t worry bout me, meh can tek care of mi-self. Since mi a young boy meh always have to fend for mi-self and mi mudda.

Junior: The guys you were facing were little stupid kids and dumb thieves, these men make it their living to rip people from limb to limb. I just hope, for your sake, you can take care of yourself.

Bryce: My youth, trust me nuh man? I can handle it.

Junior: All right.

Bryce: Who dem people you plan to go after?

Junior: I rather not give away details but these people have wronged me and a very good friend of mine in the last couple of months and I plan to pick apart each one of them until there is nothing less. See, when you mess with a man and his friends you put yourself in a bad predicament…especially if that man happens to be me. I’m the kind of person who might go along in life doing average work here and there but when you push me to the limit, I produce my best. Let’s us say…I’m no where past my prime either. Let’s just say these three will have a very VERY hard time in SCW when I step foot on U.S. soil. I don’t plan to stop until all three have suffered to my contentment. You, my friend, will help me with that in exchange for obvious spotlight and attention you’ll get when you’re around me. That’s something you just can’t put a price on. Look at Chris Lawler, he’s been running around behind Greg Cherry for YEARS and still no one pays him jack-shit attention unless it’s to use him as a negative example like I just did.

Bryce: So dis is one of dem revenge tings right?

Junior: Revenge? No. I rather look at it as continuing the “imperfect circle”.

Bryce: Wah dat?

Junior: Proof that karma is legit.

Bryce nodded his head as he began to pack his luggage. Junior knew that it would be hard for Bryce to understand especially with little information but Junior didn’t want his opponents getting any extra advantage by knowing he was coming from them weeks prior to his actual plan going into effect. Junior heads over to the small kitchen area and grabs a water bottle out of the fridge. He walks over to the window and stares out of it. One can only wonder how he exactly plans to continue the “imperfect circle” but for a man went toe-to-toe with the Devil “Damian Angel” it must be something to behold. His dark brown eyes would tell no secrets as he and Bryce began to prepare themselves for the trip. It would be one trip that Junior was sure Bryce would never forget. For those who were on his hit list, it would certainly be something they wouldn’t forget…or be able to sleep easy with it on their mind. For The Baby-Faced Assassin, it would be as simple as righting some wrongs. Scenes faded away to black.