The scene opens outside the double sliding doors of the arrivals lounge at Miami International Airport. Sebastian Hamilton stood to one side, wearing a pair of black brogues, denim jeans and a button up white shirt with the sleeves undone and rolled up a way. He brings his arm up and looks at the Blancpain Villeret watch, which reads three-fifteen in the afternoon. He sighs and looks around…
Sebastian Where the hell are they?
As if on cue, a Lincoln Town Car pulls up to the curb by Sebastian. The engine stops and the driver gets out, sticking out his hand toward the sky blue Samsonite suitcase that’s set beside the middle Hamilton brother.
Driver Mr. Hamilton? Mr. Langretta is waiting for you at the club, I’m here to take you there.
Sebastian Ahh, cushty. Welp, let’s get going then, don’t wanna keep ol’ Rocco waiting, do we?
The Driver places Sebastian’s case in the trunk, then opens the back door for him to climb in and sit down. The driver climbs into the car himself and begins to pull away from the Airport as the scene slowly descends into darkness…
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…Several hours have passed and we find ourselves in the upstairs VIP lounge at the most popular night spot in all of Miami, The Havana Lounge. Sebastian Hamilton is sat drinking a glass of Rémy Martin and puffing on a Cuban cigar, next to him sits a very olive skinned gentleman wearing a vanilla coloured suit, this is Rocco Langretta, the head of the Langretta crime family from Miami and owner of the establishment we’re in. Langretta leans over to speak to Sebastian as the two of them keep their eyes on a woman dancing on a pole in front of them and waves two fingers as he speaks.
Langretta So, you want to buy my club, Hamilton? Why?
Sebastian To get straight to the point Mr. Langretta, it’s bank. I’ve just acquired a club, the Juggernaut, in my hometown of London and I’m looking to expand… Who currently runs the show here? Your son correct?
Langretta That’s right, my eldest, Vincenzo.
Sebastian Well that won’t change, Mr. Langretta, nothing will. He will still run the club if he wants to, the name will stay the same, the format too… I can assure you, my opening offer will be extremely accommodating for you…
Sebastian takes an envelope from the pocket of his pants and hands it to Rocco Langretta, who looks quite taken aback as he reads. He clears his throat.
Langretta And this is the… “opening offer” you say?
Sebastian That’s right. I’ve taken into account how profitable a Gentleman’s club like The Havana Lounge is, in Miami. The real estate itself and the massive amount of square footage it includes, the fact it’s a free standing building, the abundance of private parking and the name recognition…
Langretta But… Opening offer? I can counter on this?
Sebastian You sure can.
Langretta turns to one of his associates and asks for a pen. He takes the paper and places it on the table, writing a number down before handing it back to Sebastian. He looks at it for a moment, before smiling and leans forward holding out his hand.
Sebastian Mr. Langretta you’ve got yourself a deal.
The two men shake hands and then cheers before both gently sipping their drinks. Sebastian leans down beside him and brings up a laptop which he opens up and instantly directs himself to the app for his banking. Within fifteen minutes the funds have been transferred to Rocco Langretta and documents have been signed, with The Hamilton Establishment now being proud owners of The Havana Lounge. Langretta stands and Sebastian follows suite but the Italian raises a hand.
Langretta Where are you going, Sebastian? I’m just going to clear out my, I mean
your office and get out of your hair…
Sebastian Don’t be silly Mr. Langretta. I’ll have your driver get you in a while and you can do all that tomorrow or even during the weekend next week, while I’m up in Tallahassee, defending my belts!
Langretta Too late son, most of my office has already been cleared up. I’m going to finish up and then it’s all yours… You sit here and enjoy your last day as a simple patron, eh?
Sebastian I’m not sure if that’s a positive thing or not to be honest! But yeah, no worries… Go do what you need to.
Sebastian raises a drink to Rocco Langretta again, who nods and exits with his men, Sebastian sighs, takes a mouthful of his drink and continues to watch the girl on the pole as he picks up a mobile phone that’s been laying on the table beside his drink. He dials in a number, waits a little then sits up again as the call is received at the other end.
Sebastian Jack? Yeah, it’s Sebastian. Listen, have you arrived in Florida yet? You haven’t? Okay…. Uh huh, well when you head here I want you to fly straight to Miami okay? Not Tallahassee… Yeah, come meet me at my new club. Nice one mate, see you then…
Sebastian hangs up the phone and places it back on the table bringing the drink to his lips once more as the scene fades out…
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The next morning, we find ourselves on Miami Beach Marina. As we move along the jetties, we come across a Yacht, specifically an Azimut Magellano 66… Situated by the helm of the Yacht, is a set of sofa seats either side of a square, oak table. On one of the sofas sits Sebastian Hamilton dressed in black shoes, denim jeans and a black roll neck sweater and on the table sits a round tray with a coffee decanter, milk jug and one China cup, inside the cup is a steaming hot coffee, a pack of cigarettes rests alongside a lighter next to the cup. Sebastian picks up the coffee and takes a big mouthful, before sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting it…
Sebastian When truth is replaced by silence, The Silence is a lie… And the truth is that Kalvin Dayspring cannot handle Sebastian Hamilton. Kalvin Dayspring cannot stand that as much as he tries to place restrictions on me, I will still walk away from any situation the stronger of the two of us. He attempted to keep me from retaining the IIW Hardcore Championship and failed, he attempted to stop me winning the IIW Uprising Title and he again failed! And so now, Mr. Dayspring has taken a different approach, yeah? The bloke has gone doolally thinking he can punish me by using my family, specifically Texaco Attwater currently.
So, Kalvin booked this match and it’s myself and Tex against an unlikely duo of his choosing, El Landerson and The Silence… Forgive me for not having the faintest idea of what this pillock thinks he’s doing! Fella has me going against two yapping Poodle’s, who I’ve already sent to their maker but ultimately I’m doing it this time, alongside my mate Tex and the punishment is that even if HE is pinned, muggins here lose BOTH his belts! Kalvin really does have it in for me, don’t he? The man can’t accept that I’ve just ruined him left, right and centre and so he’s trying everything in his power to ridicule me but Tex and myself have got that covered he needn’t worry about that. Tex, most dutifully of him, is ready to lay down his life for me and The Nightmare Court, but that definitely won’t be necessary…
Sebastian takes a puff of the cigarette and blows out smoke rings before picking up his cup of coffee, taking a decent mouthful and setting the cup back on its plate…
Sebastian As I said, I am being pitted against two individuals who I’ve already put to rights since Combat opened its doors, two blokes who’ve wanted to finish me off and take my belts, El Landerson and The Silence… Two men who arguably are very good individuals in the grand scheme of things within the Combat brand and maybe even Mayhem too, but when you really narrow it down and specify they can’t even scratch the surface of what Sebastian Hamilton brings to IIW and the world of Wrestling, of what The Nightmare Court presents and offers up!
El Landerson as I said only last week isn’t some pathetic talentless hack as some may have given the impression, holding a few belts across his career but when facing off against me, faces the inevitability of a loss! Last week Landerson said if he beat me he’d like for me to allow him to then challenge for the IIW Uprising Title for the chance to be a two time Champ, well it wouldn’t have been my choice but apparently if The Court lose, he does get the Uprising Championship and good luck to him in that case! This is the third time Landerson has stood on the other side of the ring to me, will it be a charm for him? In a word, no…
And then there is The Silence, another who I’ve had the chance to face previously in the gauntlet and the toughest of my opposition in that match… And do you know what I found very amusing about that match previously? In the lead up to it, his mouthpiece, the guy that speaks for him? The Captain I believe his name is, kind of reminds me a bit of Bozo the Clown… Well, he literally forgot that Sebastian Hamilton was even in the match! Can you believe that? Hah! Personally I called everybody in that gauntlet match unimpressive but The Silence definitely proved me wrong, he was strong as almighty bloody hell so yeah that definitely was impressive, but as I say inevitable that he should take the loss! Geezer got a shot at my next belt too, the TV Title against TJ Alexander and he flopped! So now he’s back to potentially vying for the IIW Hardcore title…
Sebastian finishes the cigarette in his hand and stubs it out on an ashtray sat on the table. He finishes his coffee as we see a member of the Yacht’s crew come into view and take away the coffee tray. Sebastian stands and begins to walk around the Yacht.
Sebastian Good luck boys, Lord knows you’ll need it. I mean granted neither of you are shockingly bad, it’s just that when you step into the ring with someone like me, the chances of you leaving with a victory are slim to none and slim just got smoked… I am sick and tired of being taken for a mug and it’s about time respect was put on my name, it’s about time respect was put on the name of The Nightmare Court! Friday night Combat is going to be very fun lads, just not for you…
Sebastian reaches the helm of the Yacht and switches the engine. He salutes as he begins to pull away from the Mariner as the scene slowly begins to fade to black…