The Following Events Take Place Off Camera

The look that was illustrated on Jake's face was.. comical to say the least. After scratching his chin- trying to put together the verbal jigsaw puzzle Drew just threw at him- Jake held his right hand up and cleared his throat- causing Drew to halt. As Drew turned towards Jake- the PWT Champion cleared his throat.

"Let's make something very clear Drew; I don't need to 'scratch anyone's back' to get what I want. You need to get it into your thick little head.." Jake paused- only to tap at the side of his head with his index finger. "There isn't a bigger draw in this company than me. You may think you are, and nothing's wrong with a bit of fantasy, but you aren't. I've come to be tired of this whole 'Jake needs this and Jake needs that' game, I don't need a god damned thing."

"You don't understand how much power I have Jake.. This isn't some 'worked-shoot,' this is a legitimate chance for us to do business together. You claim you've got stroke, right?! I know you do! You think anybody else would have gotten away with snapping at Christian the way you did?! Uh-uh! But this is more than just a brush of stroke, Jake.. This is a chance to get the sole owner's husband in your back pocket! This like Montreal times a thousand with ramifications.. Unthinkable!."

"Really?"

"Really."

The swaying session Drew threw Jake, didn't work. Jake stood there, completely unfazed by Drew's proposal as Drew had semi-sensed that by the quick response Jake threw in Drew's direction.

"Stevenson.. Didn't you learn yet? I'd thought you being around for so long it'd show you that *I* don't need to scratch anybody's back to get where I wanna go. No offense Drew.. But your wife? She's an airhead, I mean what the fuck is up with the design of the website? Did she allow your kids to design it for Christmas?!" With a quick pause, Jake smirked- Drew didn't seem too pleased."All and all? I don't wanna really worry about Matlock right now, especially with the shit for brains PWT Creative Team stuck on what should be my next program. Deal with your own problems man and plus.. Cross ain't even here."

That last bit of Jake's sentence entertained Drew- a laugh and a nod was fired off from The Emerald.

"Is that the best you can do? Don't forget who gets to see the 'Pending Talent,' Jake. I know even more than you do, in fact.. I've got the power to strip you of the PWT Championship and put it on myself! Don't overestimate the power you've got and underestimate what I've got. You've g-" Drew was suddenly cut off by Jake launching a full bottle of water at him- causing Drew to move his head to the left to avoid the shot.

"YOUR ATTEMPT TO SCARE ME IS F-A-I-L-I-N-G!" Spelling out 'failing.' Jake let off a chuckle. "If you've got so much power.. Why don't you flex some muscle to get yourself a decent booking team. I heard Russo's unhappy in TNA, he could help your wife's stupid, boneheaded ideas. On or off-camera, I.. nor do The Crew.. We don't do nobody's dirty work besides our own. You wanna get out of the match with Matlock so bad? You figure it out. I don't have anything against Matt, he's not on my level so he's not worth my attention."

"Jake don't test me, I'm the King of PWT."

Drew's remark was followed up with a shrug of his broad shoulders as Jake put both of his hands onto his face and faked a anticlimatic gasp- as if he was mocking a horror movie.

"REALLY?!"

"Yeah.. Keep up the attitude, I'll make sure to make your time this time around hell Jake.." Drew responded; his tone was mixed with a sense of irritation and bitterness.

"As long as I've got this.." breaking up his sentence with a pause- Jake turned back toward Drew and held the PWT Championship strap- letting it hang in front of him. "You may be the King, but *I'M* the fucking man- I'm the ACE. You can use your wife's 'power' all you want- but we all know at the end of the day, there's only one prick with an attitude that deserves to be calling the shots here.." With yet another pause- Jake winked. "And you're looking at'em."

"So you're saying no?"

"I'm not just saying no.. I'm telling you to get your ass outta my locker-room and go devise some agenda with some nobody that can help you. The days of me making incomplete talent look like all-stars are over. You better tell Becca to find me some real talent to work with or else you just might find yourself champless soon."

Instead of responding- Drew held back- he knew it wasn't worth it. The ego, it was out of control and it wasn't worth bargining with. Drew just chuckled at Jake's words and walked out of the locker-room- leaving the door open on purpose. Sighing- Jake kicked the sofa that was planted in there over- stepped on it and popped his head out the door- looking in Drew's direction.

"CLOSE THE DOOR NEXT TIME!"

Slamming it shut- Jake returned to his peace.. No Matlock duty this week.

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