Things Make Sense There

[Anthony Jordan]

*The scene opens up inside the lavish mansion of Anthony Jordan. The two-time Undisputed World Champion is kicked up on his couch with his laptop resting on top of him. He appears to be idly surfing the 'net.*

Jordan: "Who is Steve Supreme and why do all Internet, old school fans want me to wrestle him?"

*Jordan shrugs.*

Jordan: "I do not feel like hitting Wikipedia to find out. Forever a mystery, I suppose."

*He goes back to surfing when a blonde little girl walks into the room. She takes a seat in one of his easy chairs as "The Role Model" looks over and acknowledges her with a nod.*

Jordan: "Hey, MacKenzie."

MacKenzie: "Hi, Uncle Anthony."

*Returning to the Internet, he strikes a conversation with his oldest niece.*

Jordan: "School started up this week, right? How is fifth grade?"

MacKenzie: "Looks like a lot of work."

*Jordan chuckles.*

Jordan: "If that workload intimates you, a college curriculum will put you in a coma."

MacKenzie: "I guess. Hey, why are you home? You're usually not here during this part of the week."

Jordan: "My commitment to the AWA has significantly decreased over the past week."

*The girl looks around after thinking about what Jordan just said.*

MacKenzie: "Where's your belt and the guy in the white suit I always beat up?"

Jordan: "The answer to both is with Mister Kennedy."

MacKenzie: "Who?"

*Jordan turns to his niece as he's shocked she doesn't know who Ripper is.*

Jordan: "Come now, you know who he is. The guy I always beat for my titles."

MacKenzie: "Sheldon Reese?"

Jordan: "Actually, I beat him for most my titles, but he is not who I mean. You know Mister Kennedy. He built those evil Lego robots to destroy my house five years ago."

MacKenzie: "MR. RIPPER!"

*Jordan groans.*

Jordan: "Yes, Mister Ripper. His real name is Gregory Kennedy. You can call him by that."

MacKenzie: "I like Mr. Ripper better."

Jordan: "Fine. Whatever, crazy person."

MacKenzie: "Why did Mr. Ripper take your stuff? I thought he was your friend."

*Jordan sits up and looks quizzically at his niece.*

Jordan: "'Friend?' What kind of friend causes thousands of dollars in property knowledge since you met him? His Facebook profile specifically lists 'torturing Anthony Jordan' as one of his hobbies! We are bitter enemies...well, were until we started kind of getting along this year."

MacKenzie: "Well, I thought you were friends. That is why I gave him the code to your security system."

*Controlling his anger, Jordan remains seated.*

Jordan: "Why would you give that to anyone!?"

MacKenzie: "Because he said you were friends, and he gave me Cadbury chocolate! It comes all the way from Britain!"

Jordan: "Well, the allure of Cadbury is hard to resist, but you should never give that code to anyone."

*Jordan types a note to himself to change his security code.*

MacKenzie: "So why do you hate Mr. Ripper?"

Jordan: "It is a delicate tapestry of psychological issues brought on by years of rivalry. We have an intense game of cat-and-also-cat. We are arch-enemies. It is what we do."

MacKenzie: "He told me Chris O'Neal was his arch-enemy."

Jordan: "Why does everyone downplay my ability to be a worthy antagonist?"

*MacKenzie shrugs. Jordan exhales.*

Jordan: "I guess Mister Kennedy is okay. He is like Slater to my Zack Morris."

MacKenzie: "Who?"

*Jordan sighs.*

Jordan: "He is like Zuko to my Aang."

MacKenzie: "AVATAR!"

*Jordan gives a mock celebration by twirling his hands.*

Jordan: "Yay, Avatar. Anyway, we may still somewhat be enemies, but we have done it for so long that we have become civil. We are an interesting dynamic."

MacKenzie: "Huh?"

Jordan: "This is a little advanced for a ten year-old."

MacKenzie: "I think so. Anyway, are you going back to wrestling?"

Jordan: "No idea. Mister MJ is taking some time off, so maybe I should, too."

*MacKenzie makes a sour face at the mention of MJ Windsor.*

MacKenzie: "I don't like Mr. MJ. He'll never have a tea party with me."

Jordan: "He is English, baby. He gets enough tea at home."

MacKenzie: "Oh. Hey, where is Miss Chantelle?"

Jordan: "Like I know. Hiding under MJ's car probably."

MacKenzie: "I like her. She bought me some heels and make-up."

Jordan: "Why do you like everyone who brings pain into my life?"

*His niece shrugs. Jordan quickly thinks about what she said.*

Jordan: "And what the heck are you doing with heels and make-up?"

MacKenzie: "She said I could land a boy with him."

Jordan: "Oh no, oh heck no! I am having your parents throw all of that away."

MacKenzie: "Why are you like this?"

Jordan: "We have had this talk. You can start dating a year after I die. You wait that year to really make sure I am dead and going to stay that way."

*Jordan rubs his head.*

Jordan: "This whole 'staying home and rocking the family' thing is not at all what I hoped for it to be."

*Jordan starts quickly typing things in on his laptop.*

MacKenzie: "What are you doing?"

Jordan: "Booking a flight to Albany."

MacKenzie: "Why?"

Jordan: "Things make sense there."

*The scene fades to black.*

[Gregory "Ripper" Kennedy]

::After a few seconds the scene fades back in with a darkened corner. A hand can be seen holding a cigarette. Soon Anthony Jordan’s niece MacKenzie walks into view and stands next to the corner. ::

MacKenzie: “I did what you wanted me to.”

:: A gruff throaty voice replies from the darkness. ::

Voice: “And is he on his way back?”

MacKenzie: “He booked his flights and is on his way back. He said things make more sense there. I still don’t understand why you wanted me to do that?”

Voice: “It’s quite simple. Anthony Jordan is a staple of the AWA. Without him the...”

:: The voice begins to cough dramatically and as it begins to speak again it is quite a recognisable voice. It is none other than the AWA World Heayweight Champion.::

Ripper: “Screw this whole film noir detective thing. I hate smoking.”

:: Ripper throws the cigarette of camera and walks out into the light. He has the championship strapped securely around his waist with what seems like a padlock on the back. ::

Ripper: “So AJ is on his way back. Good. I told you saying all that stuff would get a reaction of him. Like I needed his niece to tell me his security codes. If I wanted that I’d have just stole his diary. Again.”

MacKenzie: “So you and Uncle AJ are friends now right?”

Ripper: “Yeah I mean he is a little bit peeved that I beat him for the title but that was just business. I have to say this is the least I’ve wanted to beat him in a long time. Hell I came all the way out here to get him to come back to the AWA.”

MacKenzie: “Is that why Chris O’Neal is your arch enemy?”

Ripper: “That, and he owes me twenty bucks.”

MacKenzie: “Don’t you make thousands of dollars a week?”

Ripper: “I’m in a lot of debt. I own a tank, a giant robot, a helicopter and a lawnmower you know.”

:: MacKenzie has a perplexed look on her face as she seems unsure how this is related to money. ::

Ripper: “I wasn’t making much when I bought them...and I may have taken out a loan to buy them... and the BWA may not have reimbursed me...and I was banned from extravagant sketches....Hence why I never went to the moon.”

MacKenzie: “I still don’t understand why though.”

Ripper: “Oh it’s quite simple. It’s a lot more interesting with him around.”

MacKenzie: “So can I hold the world title now? Uncle AJ Would never let me. He was always so paranoid.”

Ripper: “Sure.”

:: Ripper reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture of the title and hands it to Anthony Jordan’s niece before walking away.::

MacKenzie: “I wanted to hold the real title!”

Ripper: “MINE!”