New Years Eve.
The camera moves to the hotel suite of J2H. J fumbles around on the bed where three suits of three different colors, one silver, one black and one grey, lay neatly out on the crisp white covers. The camera moves out a little to see J2H's upper body, half naked, his well defined muscles reflecting the lit light above his head. J2H looks up at the camera.
J2H: Yeah, hotel room so I bet you thought this was an old school Steve Ramone promo, right?
An arrogant smirk crosses the young man's face
J2H: Look, let's get down to it. Tonight is the last night of 2014, and I, along with the greatest stable known to man, Power Play, plan on partying like fucking crazy, because we can and I haven't got any time to cut a promo on the worst stable known to man, so you're gonna listen to what I have to say, while I get dressed. Clear? Good.
J2H reaches down, indecisively running his finger over the black suit and continues to speak.
J2H: You know, we picked Steve Ramone to target because of this NXT bullshit needed to stop, and he seemed to be the one behind trying to bring it back, but the thing is Steve, when the man who created NXT couldn't be bothered with the group anymore, all you've started doing is beating a dead horse. Hell, the horse bolted Steve, it packed up it's hooves and left that stable because even the horse realized that this whole NXT thing was done, and when he did that, everyone sighed a huge sigh of relief because it was gone, it was done it was over and then you came to try and bring back what died a long time ago.
J2H looks up and shakes his head.
J2H: Using a dead stable to try and make yourself look like your something special.... shame on you Steve, it's as embarrassing are you are.
J2H picks up and grey suit, looking it up and down, his lip curled downwards.
J2H: and the fact you managed to bring in two other losers to help you out, doesn't say a whole lot for you Steve. If the best you could muster up from NXT's past is Jon Dough and Connor Murphy, I actually feel sorry for you because you three are the least successful members of NXT that ever walked in that stable. What's wrong, Jordan Williams too busy in his little retirement home to come and give you a hand? Casey Williams happy with his managers job? Face it Steve, you got in the only people who had less to do than you to try and resurrect something that isn't there anymore.
J2H throws the grey suit back down on the bed.
J2H: Jon Dough, really? I know you get a little confused at well everything Jon, including who you are and why you're where you are, but even a blind man could have told you to stay away from NXT, because even he saw how piss poor that group was. I know you're not the smartest man around Jon, that's obvious to anyone but following a loser like Steve Ramone is pitiful, really and truly pitiful. Out of everyone around that you could look up to, looking up to Ramone is not a good thing at all.
J2H picks up the silver suit and quickly slides the pants off the hanger, he drops them low and lifts a leg in.
J2H: He's put you in a bad position Jon because we're not coming to play jump rope, we're coming to end NXT, we're coming to make sure that future generations of wrestling fan will never have to see this NXT junk again, and Steve Ramone pulling you in to it means that you're in harms way and we'll make sure to end you. You're gonna get hurt Jon and it's Steve's fault. You're career will be over and finished and you'll have no one to blame but Ramone. This is the blind leading the blind, cause he thinks you stand a chance and I know for a fact that you don't. All that's gonna happen is you will be finished after this one. Your tour will end very early.
J2H pulls the pants up and quickly buttons them up, pulling a belt through the loop and securing them. He picks up a white, unbuttoned, shirt from the bed and slides his arms though it, buttoning the buttons as he continues to talk.
J2H: And bring in that stupid as shit Irish guy too. Mr "I'm a character from every movie you've ever seen featuring an Irish guy. I like to smoke, drink and fight because I'm Irish". This guy is probably the most delusional fake stereotypical prick known to man. You're meant to be Irish Connor but I don't buy it, because if ya living up to stereotypes, then you need to learn to dig roads, eat more potatoes then the rest of the world and start embracing the fact that people think the Irish are dumb. Admit it, you're not really Irish, right? The accent is to get the ladies, correct? Look at ya, sober more than normal and trying to talk with intelligence, when people know the Irish are drunk constantly and thick as fresh dog shit.
J2H finishes buttoning up his shirt and turns to sit on the bed, reaching to the floor for shiny black shoes and sliding them on.
J2H: You think it was very smart to attack Giani? All you've done is pissed the big man off and now he's gonna rip your throat out at the very next chance he gets. He's going to stop you from existing and that's something you've brought on yourself. I'm gonna enjoy that, I'm gonna enjoy watching Giani putting his hands around your neck and choking the life out of you. I'm gonna enough seeing you fade to nothing. I'm gonna enjoy every second of it, because you will get what you deserve, you will have reaped what you sowed.
J2H stands up, picking the silver jacket from the bed and putting it on, arms quickly moving through the sleeves and putting it over his shoulder.
J2H: You guys might all wanna sort out a get together tonight, don't go out party, arrange to meet and have a little chat because as it stands right now, you three morons have no chance of taking out the best damn group in SCW. You guys couldn't beat anyone right now let alone us. You're fighting a losing battle so you might as well accept it now, that you will all kneel to power, and we will continue to rise.
J2H straightens up his jacket and moves closer to the camera.
J2H: Enjoy the last day of 2014 NXT, because 2015 is gonna start off really shitty for you.
J2H walks past the camera as the scene fades
Switching to the inside of a long black limousine, the camera shows off J2H sitting to the left of the luxury car, while Mr J.N Ringo sits at the head of the car and Giani Di Luca sitting opposite. Mr Ringo is seen in a dark navy suit and pale blue shirt, while Giani is in a black suit, with a silver shirt. In all three men's hands, sits a glass of champagne.
Ringo: Tonight is gonna be the best new year ever. Women, booze, everyone trying to get close to us.
J2H: Don't worry G, being as ya banging a Mean Girl now, we'll take your share of the women.
Giani looks across at J2H with a nod.
Giani: Yeah, you take one for the team dawg.
J2H: Shoulda waited until after the new year to hop beds with her man cause tonight, we will be dripping with bitches.
J2H nods confidently as he and Ringo hit their glasses together.
Giani: Once we get through this night, then we focus on these other types of bitches called NXT.
J2H and Ringo nod their heads in agreement with Giani.
J2H: Yeah, we need to finish off those little nobodies and make SCW take notice of us. NXT has been killing SCW for way too long so it's about time we put them out of their misery once and for all.
Giani nods at J2H.
Giani: I had to carry that loser group for a long time. They were never any good after I opened my eyes and saw what a bunch of losers was there.
Ringo: Enough about them anyway, tonight we say goodbye to 2014 in style and welcome in the year of power.
J2H: Where are we going anyway?
Ringo: Just a little club I know. Trust me, the place is right next to concert place and that place will be crawling with women after the gig. They'll come in on a high and we take them higher.
J2H: I like the sound of that.
J2H raises his glass as does Giani and Ringo.
J2H: To the year of power!
The three men ching their glasses together. The camera focuses on the three glasses before fading to black
We won't get in to details, but last night was wild and it's now January 1st 2015.... happy new year. The Hotel suite bedroom is seen as the figure of J2H is slumped under a thick, white duvet cover, peaking up like a set of snow covered mountains at random parts. Just the back of J2H's head is uncovered, his face buried in the plump white pillow. A grown escapes his lips as he starts to stir. A tap of knuckles on the wooden door is heard and the sound of hinges swinging open is heard and Mr but J.N Ringo enters the room.
Ringo: Yo J! Time to get your skinny ass out of bed man, it's 2015 and we gotta be on the other side of the world.
J2H: Yeah, yeah.
The croaky muttering tone from J sneaks past the covers and in to the cold morning air.
Ringo: I told you not to have all those shots, or we'd end up like this.
J pulls his right arm out from under the covers, waving towards Ringo as he stands in the doorway.
J2H: Alright Jimmy, I'm up, I'm up.
J rolls over, taking the cover with him and slowly opening his eyes to look at Ringo.
J2H: Man, it's bright in here.
Ringo furrows his brow, looking curiously past J. He waves a finger out in front of him.
Ringo: Hey man.
J2H: What?
Ringo points beyond J2H, causing him to turn his head around. He looks down on the bed to see a leg hanging out of the side, and towards the floor. J2H looks back towards Ringo, who casually shrugs his shoulders.
Ringo: Get rid of her, we got shit to do and places to be.
J2H rubs his eyes, looking towards the leg as it hangs out of the bed. He turns his head back to Ringo with pleading puppy dog eyes.
J2H: Do I have to? I mean it does look like a nice leg.
Ringo nods in agreement but quickly shakes his head at J.
Ringo: Come on, Giani's waiting in the other room.
J2H: Fine!
J2H turns to the feminine leg and taps the covers.
J2H: Whoever this leg belongs to, time to get it out of my bed cause I gotta be leaving Vegas.
The covers start to slowly move, peaking and falling as the body underneath starts to move around as the person awake.
J2H: Come on, I haven't got all day.
J2H pulls the cover back to reveal a face. J's eyes widen as he looks towards Ringo, who quickly smiles.
Ringo: I forgot all about that!
The horrified look on J's face, stares directly at a widely smiling Ringo. Ringo turns towards the door.
Ringo: G! Come in here, you gotta see the look on his face!
The sound of footsteps on hard wood floor is heard and Giani Di Luca pokes his head around the door. A wide mile also crosses Giani's face as he look at J's shocked expression.
Giani: Priceless!
J2H looks towards the woman in his bed.
J2H: Melody....
The camera moves around J2H to show the face of Melody Grace laying in his bed. Melody has a smile on her face, her blonde hair, resting down the left side of her face.
Melody: Hiiiiiiiiii
J turns his head, giving Ringo and Giani a hard stare as the two cover their mouths, hiding smiles and keeping laughs inside. Giani moves next to Ringo, almost whispering in his ear.
Giani: He doesn't know yet, does he?
Ringo: He hasn't noticed.
The two men turn away, both hiding laughs from J, but J's head snaps around to look at them.
J2H: Notice what?
Giani and Ringo look at each other before raising their left hands, holding the back of them towards J. J blinks rapidly, looking at the two with a little confusion. He slowly raises his left hand to see a gold ring around a certain finger. J scrambles up the bed in horror, looking at his finger.
J2H: What... the.... FUCK!
Giani and Ringo burst out laughing as J runs his fingers through his hair. He looks at his hand in disbelief.
Giani: It gets better dawg.
Ringo: Yeah, tons better. Hey Melody....
Ringo holds his left hand up towards Melody. She looks at him before looking down at her left hand. Her eyes light up.
Melody: Oh my God! I got one too!
The color drains from J's face as he swallows hard.
J2H: Oh God!
Giani and Ringo burst out in to fits of laughing as J points at them with sharp anger.
J2H: I want a fucking word with you two right now!
J slides out of bed, grabbing a near by white robe and putting it over his shoulders before sliding his arms through the arm holes and tying it in front of them. J looks across at Melody, looking at the ring on her finger and smiling. He turns back towards Ringo and Giani and marches towards them, passing them and in to the hallway. Giani and Ringo both follow J2H out of the room and in to the hallway before moving in to a kitchen area. He leans on a breakfast bar and waits for the laughing pair of Giani and Ringo to join him. As they do, the duo stand on the opposite side looking at the not impressed J2H. J puts his elbows on the breakfast bar, looking across the duo.
J2H: Why.... just why?
Giani and Ringo look at each other and shrugs.
Ringo: Because it's something you really wanted to do man.
J puts his hands out flat in front of him, looking in disbelief.
J2H: That's bullshit! When have I ever wanted to get married? Especially to Melody fucking Grace! She's like the most annoying person in the world, I'm married to the most annoying person in the world!
Giani: No, she's married to the most annoying person in the world.
J looks at Giani, waving his finger in the Italian Stallions direction.
J2H: You're about as funny as an STD today. Why didn't either of you stop me?
Giani sighs and pulls out his phone, quickly tapping in a pin number and browsing through it, towards videos. He hit's play on a video and holds it up to J's face. The cracking sound of static plays through the speakers, but the clear sound on J's voice can he heard. A very drunk looking J, stars in the phone video, slightly swaying from side to side. On the video, he is heard speaking.
J2H: I'm shoooo gonna ma-ma-marry, this woman.
The camera moves out to show Melody Grace standing a few feet away from him.
J2H: Cause that ass is total banging man!
J wobbles around on the camera, but current J cringes at the sight of his drunken self. Video J continues to speak.
J2H: And we're probably gonna get married by a Chinese Elvis or something. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! VEGAS ROCKS! 2015 IS GONNA ROCK! WOOOOOOOOOO!
Current J2H looks at Giani across the breakfast bar, waving his hand at him.
J2H: That's enough man, I'm gonna be sick.
Giani turns the phone around and hitting the stop button. J sympathetically looks at the two in front of him.
J2H: Surely you could see I was drunk off my ass in that video, and that I wasn't in a sane mind.
Giani: Being drunk doesn't count as being insane. You could still talk, stand, say I do without passing out.
Ringo: Yeah, and we did talk to you about it, but there was no stopping you man, you was a determined little bastard, wouldn't listen to us, so we just acted like best men, got you a stripper, then watched you get married to Melody, by a Chinese Elvis.
J2H: I am not married, I don't remember it so it didn't happen!
J pulls the wedding ring off, looking down at his finger, but stops as he looks down.
Giani: Then you thought it was cool to have that tattoo done.
J looks at his wedding finger, seeing the initials M.G.H.H tattooed at the base. He let's out a groan and slides the ring back on to his finger and sighs
J2H: I don't want people seeing that.
J looks across the breakfast bar at the two, a defeated look crossing his face.
J2H: And at no point, you thought "Hey, let's tie him down before he ruins his fucking life?" I'm twenty years old and apparently got married in Vegas last night.
Ringo: This morning... it was about two am.
J2H: Not helping Jimmy.
Giani: He's just letting you know so you can get your anniversary right.
A perplexed look crosses J's face, his jaw tightening and his first clenching as he looks at a smiling Giani.
J2H: Yeah, well my wife is gonna kick your girlfriends ass at Inception!
A huge grin crosses Ringo's face as he waves a finger at an annoyed Giani.
Ringo: I so didn't think of that.
J2H: What am I saying!? She's not my wife, she's Melody! We're not married, I don't remember it so this is all some bad joke you two are playing.
Both men shake their heads at J.
Giani: No joke bro, you're married dawg.
Ringo: And you wife and his girlfriend don't get on.
J2H: She is not my wife!
J stands up, turning away from Giani and Ringo. He shakes his head before turning back towards them.
J2H: I need to fix this and fix this shit now.
J storms off as the camera fades out.