Well, this was unexpected...

Not the timing of the supercard, the people who have been here a long time sort of works out when it's time to get ready for a huge show, but opposition. Deep down J2H actually agreed with the long overdue attempt at making new stars, he also knew that it wasn't always the higher ups fault that it didn't work out, sometimes people thought they were already made men and didn't have to work, and somehow trailed off, but Jamie Dean was the last person he thought he'd be facing at Inception II. Just weeks before, he scoffed at the idea when Amy Marshall suggested it on Twitter that Jamie should face him, and now it's a reality.

He didn't believe that her tweet had made the bosses think, he knew Amy had zero influence about what went on in SCW, so the "they got a title shot because someone asked" people, yes, I'm looking at you Alexis Staggs.... God it feels weird saying that, and no, I won't ease up on her cause Austin lost his mind, anyway, back on track here. Jamie Dean was put in a position to earn it, and that's what he did. J2H half expected him to earn it, to come through for some reason, but didn't believe it would happen.

The roster is full of potential talent in his mind, not only the ten men who had a chance to be in the position that Jamie Dean sits in, he could see potential in so many, yet he knew so  many would become lazy and fade away. To him, they didn't have the mental side to their game.

Being the best isn't about showing up, getting in the ring and winning, it's about doing your homework, committing to the cause, to the career path you've chosen because you want to be the best, and that's what he did.

Sitting in his Beverly Hills home, the familiar surrounds start to emerge as J2H sits on the sofa in his huge living room, his eyes firmly planted on a notepad in his left hand, a pen in his right hand. He taps the top of the pen on the back of the page, his eyes burning in to the page as his eyes move from word to word. His eyebrows lower as the words slowly feed in to his mind. Breathing deeply and quickly sighing, he closes his eyes to let the thoughts run through his mind. Melody walks past him, walking in front of him and past him for a second, throwing a casual glance in to his direction but stops and takes one giant step backwards. She spins ninety degrees to face and him and looks down at him, scratching the side of her head as she looks at him with his eyes closed.

J2H: I know you're there babe.

Melody grins as she looks at him with his eyes still firmly shut. She attempts to deepen her voice, and putting on a British accent, trying to do her best Simpson impression.

Melody: What was that, sir?

J2H's eyes fire open, a look of shock on his face as he half expects to see Simpson standing in front of him, only to be met with the reality of a giggling Melody. A sigh of relief escapes his lungs as the images of the outside world starts to become more clear and sees Melody in full focus.

J2H: Your Simpson impression is getting better. I almost thought for a second that it was him. x

Melody covers her smile as she moves next to J2H, sitting next to him on the sofa and putting her head on his shoulder.

Melody: I can't like Jam, he's been giving me tips so I can scare you like that. Fun, right?

J2H: As much fun as sitting on a hedgehog.

A yawn escapes his lungs as he stretches his shoulders back, leaning in to the comfortable sofa. Melody puts her hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Melody: Why don't you get some sleep J? You didn't sleep well last night, and I heard you get up at 3am.

He brushes off Melody's comment with a quick shake of his head, looking at her through his tired eyes.

J2H: No, I'm fine. I need to get this done, I need to find a weakness or two so I can focus on overcoming Jamie Dean.

Melody leans backwards a little bit, pulling some distance between her face and the champions face, her blonde hair falling slightly over her forehead. She brushes it behind her ear as she looks at him with one raised eyebrow.  

Melody: I've never seen you like this when it comes to an opponent, even a new opponent. Usually you're fine, and confident.

He turns his head towards her, his eyes in line with her very own.

J2H: Oh I'm confident Mel. I'm confident I can walk in to any federation up and down this country, hell, in the world and beat their champion with relative ease, but something about Jamie Dean that makes things unpredictable. The fans are behind him as much as they were behind Despayre. He fits the mould of a top champion, he's fresh, young, and people could see him lead SCW in to a new era. More to the point Mel, I can't find any weaknesses with him.

Melody squeezes J2H's shoulder as she looks at him with slight concern. She knew in her heart that this is not the way he acts before any championship match. She knew that there was something more to it.

Melody: Come on Jam! This is what you're good at! You can pick people apart in your sleep. You know he has a weakness somewhere there.

Her motivational words fell partly of deaf ears as the thoughts of how bad he would look losing to Jamie Dean ran through his mind like a steam train with failed breaks.

J2H: I'm not too sure he does Mel, look at this.

J2H lifts the notepad to eye height and hold the words towards Melody, allowing her to see what he wrote.

Melody: What is all of this?

He taps the pen on top of the top page, the firm sound of pen against paper jumps in to the air.

J2H: This is what I wrote before Sunday's Battle Royal, I wrote this as soon as every man was announced to be in the match. One of them had to win it so I sat there and I got ready for whoever it may be. I listed a few weaknesses.

Melody's eyes read the words, reading them out loud.

Melody: Blade Alexander - can't handle the pressure, once quit SCW three days before headlining a supercard, lucky to even be allowed back.  

J2H: Very fucking lucky to be allowed back.

Melody: Samuel Devereux, lost spark since becoming a father and cheating on his wife with another man.

J2H: His head was never gonna be in the game. That man lives a fucked up life.

Melody: Joshua Acquin - hahahahahahaha... Really Jam?

A smile crosses over the young man's face as he looks at Melody.

J2H: Yeah, I mean come on, beat him before and if I listed all his weaknesses, I'd have run out of paper. The guy was always an unfunny joke.

Melody continues reading down the page, her hand squeezing the champions leg.

Melody: Samuel McPherson, likely to get lost in the ring without Raab holding his hand and guiding him through the match. Inexperienced in single matches.

J2H: I bet that guy don't sneeze unless Raab tells him to. Maybe we can report Raab or something for taking advantage of a fucktard.

Melody's mouth opens wide as she looks at J2H with disbelief.

J2H: What? He is a fucktard.

Melody: I'm just gonna move on J because it's not fair to comment like that. James Tuscini, way too slow, moves list that comes right out of the 60s, doesn't move with the times.

J2H: I should have wrote greasy fingered pia boy who will slip over the top rope because his hands are to greasy to hold on.

Melody rolls her eyes at his jab towards Tuscini and continues to read.

Melody: Calvin Harris, not the man who won all those titles in the past, bum knee, easy to take out with one kick.

J2H: He impressed me considering he was a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.

Melody can not help but smile at that comment before continuing.

Melody: Xander Bishop, keyboard warrior, too much of a rookie in SCW to even be considered a threat in this match.

J2H: And he wasn't a threat, all talk, or what you can understand of it.

Melody: He's got some talent. He's looked impressive so far.

J2H flicks the hair from the side of his face as he smirks at Melody, quickly shaking his head at her.

J2H: He got pushed too soon and will probably crumble. Feel free to continue.

Melody: Steve Ramone, there's a reason Ramone hasn't been at the top in his SCW career and been around the bottom level... Because he sucks! Probably be too worn out jerking off to his bitches movies.

J2H: Well it's true. Surely what the silly bastard is doing backstage is illegal.

Melody: It's gross J. Makes me feel sick.

J2H: Makes everyone in the world feel sick. No one wants to think of him doing that.

Melody: I'm just gonna keep reading before I end up being sick all over the place.

J2H: Good call babe.

Melody: Jeremiah Hardin, The Fallen's bitch, will try too hard to impress them and lose concentration. Spent so long hiding behind his uncle in a tag team, will be tired in about three minutes.

J2H: Not too bad with these predictions so far, eh?

A proud smile crosses J2H's face as he looks at Melody, his eyebrows raised

Melody: So far so good. One more name left on the list. Jamie Dean...

Melody looks up towards J2H before looking back at the writing pad.  

Melody: Babe, there's just a question mark there.

J2H waves his finger towards Melody.

J2H: That is the problem babe. Jamie was the one man going in to that battle royal that didn't mind about the out come, he relaxed, played his game and won and he is the one person that could come in to the match against me with the same attitude. He's took the pressure off himself and that takes out so many potential weaknesses. He's not gonna over think it, he's gonna be relaxed, the pressure of being in a main event match, well co main event, isn't gonna bother him in the slightest. When people come in to these matches, they think of worse case scenarios and they shit themselves because they want it so bad and I can pick them apart. Jamie Dean is not gonna worry about that or the fact that when it comes to big match experience, I got him beat.

Melody: I think you're over thinking this. Jamie is good, but he's been in a tag team for a long time. The longer you make the match go on, the more tired he will become.

J2H bites his lower lip as he looks at Melody.

J2H: So drag him on, and use everyone's weakness against him. Tiredness. He'll have nowhere to go, no one to tag out to. I've put myself through bigger, longer matches than he has.

Melody: Exactly.

A smile crosses J2H's face as he leans in towards Melody, kissing her on the forehead.

J2H: I've seen and done it all and he's done nothing. The guy hasn't held a single title at all. I mean for me to go down to his level, I will have to sit on the floor.

Melody: Now that's the champion I love.

J2H smiles at Melody but a huge yawn leaves his mouth and hits the daytime air. He looks at Melody with an apologetic look on his face.

J2H: Sorry.

Melody: I think you need a little sleep.

J2H stretches back on the sofa.

J2H: I think you're right and you're right about this match too. I was born... to.... be..... a wrestler.

He trails off through another yawn, his eyes closing firmer this time.

J2H: I couldn't imagine being anything else....

That's about as much as the tired champion can manage before drifting off in to a world of dream and fantasy, the real world left long, long behind..

---

Now you know when someone says they can't imagine being anything else? Right before they leave reality to enter the dream world? You know what's gonna happen, right? Oh good. It's like thinking of that certain person as you drift off, the odds are they're bound to feature in your subconscious somehow. Well this is no different... The last thing he said was about not imagining being anymore else, but what if he was? What if he had no privileged life, no popularity, no money and was just a normal every day person? Let's find out shall we?

TAP TAP TAP!

"Huh?"

TAP TAP TAP!

"James, wake up!"

His eyes start to open, daylight flooding in to his blurred vision as his mind tries to remember where he is, but sadly nothing flows back. He looks around his surrounds, seeing himself behind the wheel of a parked vehicle. Looking around the grubby interior, confusion rains over him, more so as he looks at the torn upholstery to the passenger seat. He pulls down the rearview mirror, a shock to see his apparel is old grey overalls zipped to the top, covered in oil and grease. Looking away from the mirror and down his front, he sees the name James stitched in to the left side of his clothes.

TAP TAP TAP!

The tapping pulls his attention to the window where a familiar face greets him.  

James: Despayre?

Indeed Despayre stands waving at the man who is known as J2H. He looks closer at the man who knew as a wrestling rival and in the other man's eyes, a friend. Looking down at the man's name badge, he sees the name written on it.

James: Joshua...?

Joshua smiles at him.

Joshua: Did you fall asleep in there again? I thought you was not going to stay up and play video games all night tonight.

A confused look crosses his face as he stares towards the man he knows as Despayre, happily being called Joshua.

James: What's going on?

He opens the truck door and steps outside, looking around at the area, a cul-de-sac if you will of a few stores, a comic book store, a mini supermarket, a computer game retailer and a towing company.  

Joshua: Well, what's going on silly is that I was going to meet you for lunch, like we've done every day for four years, but like most days, I found you asleep in your truck because you spent all night playing video games and yelling at those guys online.

More confusion runs over him as he shuts the truck door and looks around.

James: What guys online?

Joshua: I don't know, that Mark guy and that Chris guy. I've never spoke to them, but you say they run some online game that you're a part of and spend hours at night playing.

James raises his eyebrow and looks at him, his eyes glancing around again at the stores, looking closer at the towing company and reading the name out loud.

James: Simpson's Towing.... What the?  

Joshua scratches his head as James looks at the building with his mouth open.

Joshua: Why are you looking like that? You've worked there for five years, it shouldn't surprise you that much.

James spins around, finally taking a look at the vehicle he just exited to finally see it as a tow truck, with the name Simpson's Towing on the side. Joshua quickly grabs him by the shoulder.

Joshua: We better get in to the diner before you end up late for work again. I'm so glad the comic book store is closed this afternoon so I don't have to go back to work.

Joshua leads James towards the diner door, James' eyes still looking at the towing company door. He eventually turns around to face the open door, held by Joshua and the two walk in. Looking around, an unimpressed look crosses his face.

James: Why do we even come here? This place looks dirty.

Joshua: Because you've been in love with the waitress here forever so you make us come here every day.

James: I am?

Joshua points to a waitress, her back towards them as she stands conversing with men of the college age, dressed in blue jackets with a the letter L stitched in. Her blonde hair is pulled up in two pigtails. She turns around to James and Joshua, James' mouth opening wide.

James: Melody....

Indeed, the woman strikes a stunning resemblance to Melody Grace, and her name tag reflects that, the name Melody written across it. She rolls her eyes as she looks towards the two taking a seat at the counter.

Joshua: Your dream woman who you haven't had the nerve to ask on a date ever since you've been my best friend.

She walks towards the two behind the counter, chewing gum and muttering to herself

Melody: Great, these two losers again.

James looks curiously towards Joshua, but Joshua shrugs it off.

Joshua: She calls us that every day, the words have lost all meaning.

James: I ain't a loser, this girl loves me.

Joshua: What planet are you living on? Cause it's not this one ol' buddy o' mine.

Melody stops before the two of them, looking them up and down and she lifts a notepad.

Melody: Let me guess, the guy who doesn't know how to brush his hair there wants a burger with no onions and a cherry coke, and bleach blonde here wants a burger with everything and a normal coke.

Joshua: Correct!

Melody rolls her eyes, turning towards a window towards the kitchen, ripping the order off the notepad and putting it on the counter.

Melody: Jake, loser one and loser two want their usual.

A man appears at the window, his bald head just looking through the window. He looks down at the ticket and strokes his goatee beard before looking at James and Joshua. James cranks his neck back as he looks at the man.

James: Rage?

Joshua: I wouldn't call him that, but he was pretty made when you sent back the burger last week for getting it wrong.

A slow shake of the head comes from James as Melody puts two sodas in front of the two, not even acknowledging their existence before turning and walking back towards the college boys. James eyes trail her as she walks across behind the counter, her elbows on it and blowing bubbles from the gum.

Joshua: You might wanna close your mouth James, a fly might just fly in there and choose to stay.

James looks around the place before turning back to Joshua.

James: In a place like this, I wouldn't be surprised if there's more than just flies around here.

Both men take a sip of their drinks in front of them, James trying to get his bearings. He knew this wasn't his life but it someone felt like it was, like it was familiar. A minute passes and the ding of a bell can be heard and Melody returns to Jake at the window, placing two burgers on the ledge in front. Melody moves towards them and picks them up, turning around on her heels and placing the food in front of them along with the bill.

Melody: I hope you two are gonna tip today. I don't work here for charity.

Melody walks away, moving back to her clearly favourite crowd and both men pick up their burgers, taking big bites out of them. Joshua places his down on the plate in front.

Joshua: I don't know what you see in her.

James: Well she must be worth seeing because this food ain't all that.

He begrudgingly picks up his burger again, taking another bite out of it and places it back down on the plate. Joshua does the same as James goes for his drink.

Joshua: We better hurry up with these today, my dad will be picking me up soon, and you'll be late back to work, and you don't want to deal with Mr Simpson shouting at you again. Last time he shouted at you, the comic books fell off the shelve and it took me all afternoon to pick them back up.

James picks up the burger again, the third bite almost finishing it off. He quickly wipes his mouth as he turns back to Joshua, who is quickly eating through his burger.

James: Simpson is a pussy cat, he always has been, he don't scare me.

James picks up his burger and takes the last bite out of it, looking at the surprised look on the face of Joshua. Joshua puts down his burger and looks at James.

Joshua: Last week, you told me he grabbed you by the ankles and shook you upside down for scratching that car.

James eyes widen as he looks across at Joshua on the stool next to him, but before the two can continue, a car horn is heard from outside, causing Joshua to look through the window.

Joshua: That's my dad. I gotta go, it's your turn to pay today, right?

James: I guess so.

Joshua quickly finishes off the burger and takes a couple of gulps of his drink as James looks through the window, noticing the driver of the car to look a lot like Synn. He impatiently hits the horn again as Joshua jumps off the seat and moves to the door, he quickly looks back at James.

Joshua: You better move it, you're late for work. Have a good one buddy! Same time tomorrow.

With that, Joshua moves out of the door and towards his fathers car. James reaches in to his pocket, looking down at the bill. He reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a bunch of one dollar bills and counts through, throwing them all down on the counter and reaching in to his pocket, pulling out some change and placing it on top before walking towards the door and outside. He glances across at the tow truck company and sighs. He takes the short walk towards the door and pushes it open, to see a man in a suit and tie behind the desk, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he looks towards James. James stares back at him.

James: Simpson?

The man sits up straight in his chair and looks James up and down.

Simpson: That's Mr Simpson to you boy, and you're late again for the second time today.

His barking tone forces James to take half a step back as the bigger man stands up, pressing his hands on the desk in front.

James: I'm sorry, erm Mr Simpson, I erm...

Mr Simpson slams his hand down on the desk, causing James to jump.

Simpson: I don't want your excuses boy! You've been late five times this week! Twice of them today and I'm not gonna sit here and let you do that! You're on thin ice James and I have no problem throwing you through that damn window if you screw me around again! Are we clear?

James: Ummm, yes sir.

Mr Simpson settles back in his chair, looking at James.

Simpson: But you can redeem yourself a bit now little man, because we got a repo going on and let me tell you, this little bastard has been as slippery as an eel. Many people have tried to repo this car, but we're gonna take the money, and by we, I mean me, because I'm wealthy and you're a poor little pissant, but if you get this one for me James, you might find yourself with a ten dollar bonus.

James: Oh, erm, thank you Mr Simpson.

Mr Simpson picks up a file and hands it to James, who opens it and looks at the green non descript car with the personal registration plate CNR MPHY. Mr Simpson hands him a scrap of paper.

Simpson: Last seen parked outside a bar and there's the address. Don't let me down or you will seriously regret it!

James quickly shuffles backwards out of the door, the file in hand.  

Let's fast forward a bit shall we?  

A little while later, James is seen in the cab of the tow truck, looking across to the right at the green car in parking lot. He looks at the registration before looking down at the file. Nodding his head in confirmation, he quickly checks for people around. Spying no one, he moves the tow truck around and in to position, hitting a button inside the cab to lower the wench. He grabs the file from the truck and opens the door, jumping out and moving around to the back, only to see a man sitting on the trunk at looking at James. The camera can only see the back on the man as he sits on the trunk and James looks down at the file.

James: Mr Murphy?

James looks up and see the man properly as the camera moves around it. James sighs as he closes the file and looks blankly at him.

James: Connor Murphy...

Indeed, another familiar face joins our story as Connor Murphy sits on the trunk of the car.

Connor: In the flesh laddie. Now it looks to me that you're trying to steal my car.

James: Not steal, repossess, it seems there's a repossession order on it, and I've been sent to get the car, you can sort it out by....

Connor puts his finger to his lip, causing James to stop talking. Connor calmly reaches in to his top pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He takes one out and places it between his lips and lights it before blowing smoke at James.

Connor: Now many have tried to take my car and there it is, sitting there still, and they've been a lot tougher than you are.

Connor slides off the trunk of the car and stands looking at him.

James: I got a job to do.  

Connor: And I got somewhere to be.

James tries to move past Connor but Connor pushes him to the ground. He laughs at the fallen James and flicks his cigarette next to James as he moves towards the drivers seat and jumps in. He rolls down the window and looks out at James on the floor.

Connor: Better luck next time kid!

Connor speeds up, sending dust from his tires over James as he shoots past. James looks around as he stands up, dusting himself off and slowly shaking his head.

James: Mr Simpson is not gonna like this.

Oh how right you are young man, as we movie in to the office of Mr Simpson. James sheepishly walks through the door, causing the cigar chomping Mr Simpson to look up from his desk, looking through the clear shop front. He looks towards James with narrowed eyes.

Simpson: I don't see a car outside James, a car worth a lot of money.

James wrings his hands with nerves, looking across at him with his head slightly bowed.

James: The thing is Mr Simpson, I got there and I found the car, but the guy was there. He attacked me and got in the car and took off. I tried to look for him but he was gone.

Simpson: ENOUGH!

James jumps backwards as Mr Simpson's voice fills the room.

Simpson: I have had just about enough of you as I can take! You're late for work every single day of your pathetic sad little life. You spend the entire day yawning or drooling over that little blonde thing across the road, and don't deny that because I've seen it when I was going to much better places to eat, the kind of places you could never afford. More than anything James, YOU JUST COST ME MONEY! I don't like losing money and you have just made me lose a hell of a lot of money, so take tomorrow off, take the week off, take the year of because you're fired!

A look of shock appears on the young mans as he puts his hands out in front of him in a pleading manner.

James: But....

Mr Simpson raises his hand, stopping James from talking anymore, the tone of his voice becoming much quieter and much more dangerous.

Simpson: Not another word, get out before you no longer have the option of walking out through the door, but the window on the other hand....

James backs off, his eyes on Mr Simpson as he reaches for the door handle and slowly backs out, his now former bosses icy stare locked on to him. He stepped out of the building, feeling safer, yet moved away at a brisk pace. A sigh escaped his lungs as he stopped outside the diner.

James: What am I mean to do now?

He turns his head, glancing through the window towards Melody, the college frat boys still standing in the diner, seemingly with their own desires to charm the waitress. He grits his teeth firmly as he looks through the window.

James: Screw it, what's the worst that could happen?

With a sense of determination, J2H walks through the door and towards the counter, a renew purpose driving him forward. Melody turns around, catching his eye as she walks towards him.  

Melody: Not you again, thanks for the quarter tip.  

Sarcasm drips from her voice as she smirks at him, but his determination pushes him on.

James: How about you drop the attitude and just listen for a minute.

The comment shocks not only Melody, but James himself. Impressed with his forcefulness, he continues.

James: This has been one of the worst days of my life, but it's gotta change sometime, and this is the time, so I'm thinking that me and you should go out sometime.

Melody looks at him, not quiet believing what she just heard.

Melody: Like on a date?

James: Yeah, on a date.

Melody nods her head as if she's considering it, but bursts out laughing at him, wiping the confident look off his face. She turns her head to her college favourites.

Melody: Oh my God! This loser just asked me out on a date!

Within seconds, the college boys join in with her laughter, pointing at the now crushed James. He looks to the floor, looking for the proverbial hole to swallow him up but nothing comes...

His eyes fire open, the laughs of the crowd although not real, still stung in his body, rushing through him, the waves of embarrassment and disappointment running through every nerve in his body. He looks around confused, thankfully seeing his living room where he fell asleep a short time sooner. He turns his head to his right, seeing Melody's head on his shoulder. He looks down see Dexter the Duck on Melody's lap, even his eyes half closed. Whispering to himself, he can't help but smile.

J2H: I wouldn't want this any other way.

The camera fades out.

---

Now before I start this scene, this is strictly off camera, use it against me at your peril!

This is where we pick up shortly after Melody's bombshell to J2H on Monday morning. Talk about light the fuse and watch it burn quickly, because his mind was racing faster than it has done in recent times. He's always had a lot to think about, he brings it on himself half the time with the paranoid thoughts that rush through his head at times about current and former SCW stars, but this has knocked the young man for six.

The look on his face as he comes on to the camera tells the story of a man who was trying to processes something major, this was something major, this was life changing. Melody hadn't said much after the earth shattering news that in nine months they could be parents - Also a moment that was off camera, so fuck knows how someone on Twitter thought it was right to make a pregnancy comment shortly after Melody's main promo aired - off camera means off camera!

Anyway, I digress, J2H sits stony faced on the front porch of the house, the door behind him slightly ajar as he sits on the steps, waiting outside for Melody to join him. He couldn't wait another minute to get her to the doctors to find out once and for all which test was right. The feelings that ran through his body just by laying his eyes on a false pregnancy test, and a positive pregnancy test were feeling he'd never felt before in such quick succession.

Confusion, blankness, more confusion, disbelief, acceptance, joy, happiness, composure, clarity, realism.

All hit him like waves crashing quickly in to a sea wall one after the other in quick, strong bursts, but eventually a deep clearly breath brought him around to finding out immediately what was going on. He wasn't the most patient person in the world and this only served to prove that.

His eyes looked around the outside of his grounds, darting from the fountain in the driveway, to the row of winter blossoms lining the road leading towards the house and on to the front gate that bared the initials "J2H", a custom feature from day one of becoming J2H. He looks around, talking softly to himself.

J2H: Me.... a father?

A questioning tone falls from his lips as he narrows his eyes, trying to come to terms with what may be.

J2H: I've never imagined myself as a father, I mean why would I imagine myself as a father? I haven't been in the same room as my own father in years, what kind of father would I even make? Its not like I actually had a great teacher. By the time I was ready to learn how to be a man, he'd fucked off long before that, and he wasn't exactly around enough for me to learn anyway.

Dexter the duck waddles from the partly opened door behind him. He walks next to J2H and turns his head, looking at the SCW World champion.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H turns his head towards Dexter, looking down at the duck with lowered eyebrows.

J2H: What do you want?

Dexter: QUACK!

Dexter shakes his tail feathers and looks to sit down next to him on the step.

J2H: Knew you was gonna say that. I know she thinks you can say more put that's the best you got.

J2H looks in front of him, looking out at the grounds and pulling his knees closer to his chest. He rests his elbows on his knees, cupping his hands under his chin and looking towards the graveled ground. Slowly, he turns his head towards Dexter.

J2H: I don't even like you that much, I don't even look after you that much, how can I do the same to a kid?

Melody wasn't listening but I think hearing J2H liked Dexter even just a little would have set her kind heart racing, considering he often remarks about Dexter becoming someone's dinner.

J2H: I had no role model to look up to, unless you count Simpson, but he more took care of doing everything I needed done, rather than did the father thing you teach kids, and my dad, he was a bastard Dexter, he cared more about golf and fine malt whiskey that he did about his own family. He made my mother the way she become, I know he did. What if it's genetic?

Doubts flooded his mind that if it was to be, he would even be capable of being a role model to someone when he never really had one of his own. What if parenting was genetic and he would have inherited the traits of his own father, asleep inside until awoken by the actually thought of being a parent. He knew Melody was stronger than his own mother, he knew she wouldn't be broken down like his was and neither did he want to try to, but the story of J2H's mother would be a tale for another day. He knew Melody would be a perfect mother and that alone brought a smile to his face, offering hope that he would be alright, that he could at least learn from watching Melody's mothering instincts.

Yes, she would be a perfect mother, but what if he couldn't match up.

The thoughts of what being a parent, especially while in baby and infant age hit him hard. Could he handle getting up in the middle of the night? Could he physically do all the horrible things you need to do as a parent? Can he deal with the smell, with the constant threat of being pissed on, of vomited on? He's never thought about that before, did his dad have the same thoughts and was that why Simpson was hired? How could he possibly defend the world Title in SCW and come home beaten and bruised and be able to lift his own child?

SCW...

He moves his cupped hands to the side of his head as he closes his eyes, running his middle finger and forefinger on the side of his temples, slowly circling them anti clockwise

The thought of Melody lining up for her first headlining show at a supercard and knowing there's no way that SCW officials will allow her to complete in that condition would absolutely destroy her soul. We've seen it before where someone announced her pregnancy in her promo and was instantly dropped from a bombshell championship match, J2H knew that this would happen to Melody and break her spirit in so many ways. Even the thought of parenthood would dull to her in the drowning sea of disappointment. It meant both their careers would be over for a while. He would refuse to let Melody stay at home alone with a baby while he went where ever SCW sent him.

He may not have a clue about parenthood but one thing he did know for sure is that he would not let Melody take care of a baby alone, he would not do as his own father did and become absent in his child's life.

Wait... hold on, it might be...

Before his train of thought can continue, Melody Grace walks from the inside of their home, her footsteps causing J2H to turn his head backwards and looks up. He stands to his feet, reaching out and taking hold of Melody's hand.

J2H: Ready?

Melody doesn't reply but a simple nod indicates a yes. The two step off the step and start to walk away as the camera fades out to black.

I guess you wanna know what's going on, huh? Guess you gotta wait until Melody's promo airs.

---

Selling a match, it's what we're in this business to do, and that is what puts people in arenas, which often mean long, long hours for the most dedicated in our sport, the ones at the top because they've worked to be there. Supercards mean most champions are running around like crazy, wrestlers are appearing on television shows, press conferences and like today, J2H will be spending part of his Wednesday on the Radio, The Freddy Coleman show on KSPN, a Los Angeles branch of the famous ESPN. The host, Freddy Coleman himself sits on once side of a table, huge microphones in front of him and the other side of the table for his on coming guest, J2H himself. J2H walks through the door of the studio, comfortable with the scene as he's been in many of them. He is dressed in plain white pants and a thick zipped up jacket, black with red trim, and a baseball cap. He reaches out a hand to Freddy, who stands up as a commercial plays.

Freddy: Freddy Coleman, nice to meet ya.

J2H nods politely at the man as they shake hands.

J2H: Just call me J.  

Freddy points to the chair next to J2H and J2H accepts the unspoken invitation to sit down. He quickly picks up a nearby headset and places it on his head, readjusting the microphone towards himself.

Freddy: I see you've been in studios before.

A nod comes from the champion as he looks at the man.

J2H: One or two, I know how all this stuff works.

A producer from behind a glass panel to one side knocks on the window, causing the two men to look towards him. He starts counting down from five on his hand, causing Freddy to fumble for his own headset and sits in front of his own microphone. The producer points at Freddy and he starts to talk.

Freddy: And we're back here with ya at KSPN 107. Earlier today, we promised you a major guest in the sporting world and he's now sitting right here in front of me. Welcome to the show SCW World Champion, J2H. Welcome to the studio J.

Instantly kicking in to media mode, J2H quickly responds.

J2H: Nice to be here Freddy.

Freddy: Let's get straight in to this J, because I know you're a busy man and this is not your last media meeting of the day. People know you from your character on television, but don't know the real you, so tell us something that we don't know about you?

J2H smiles, rubbing his chin and looking at the host.

J2H: What you see is what you get with me. I don't do the character thing, I do the me thing. I get up and people see me for who I am and if they don't like it, I'm not the one with the issue here. I think if there's anything people don't know about me, it would probably be that I'm a massive fan of old movies, the classics. People seem to think there's no depth to me, but these people don't live at my house, ya know?

A nod comes from Freddy's direction

Freddy: What's your greatest accomplishment outside wrestling?  

J2H: Probably that I'm still breathing, that I am alive and haven't had too many worrying moments in my life. There's a lot of bad things happening in this world, the fact that not too much bad has happened to me is a big thing to me. I ain't stupid enough to sit there and think that it might not happen in the future, but I'm smart enough to appreciate that it's been a good ride so far. Being able to get out of bed after all the work I've done and the insane work stuff I've done is a big accomplishment to me.

Freddy: I did some research today, and I couldn't find too much about you from your pre wrestling days. So what was your fondest memory growing up?  

J2H looks up, as if searching for something to appear in his  mind. There's a reason he hasn't spoke so much of his past or personal life before, but this was not the time to tell it.

J2H: I think Christmas time with someone who works for me now, Simpson, was one of my fondest memories. When I was a kid, he'd always seem more excited at Christmas than I was, come to think of it, he still is right now.  

J2H can't help but laugh a little.

J2H: He'd always be the one who would dress up as Santa and sit around with me while I opened presents and seem more excited at what I got than I did. He'd spend hours just putting stuff together for me, when I was one of those kids that was happy playing with boxes at the time.  

Freddy smiles at the comment, and J2H joins him in that sentiment, he did have fond memories of childhood, but most of them included Simpson in one way or another.

Freddy: Music is a big part of your profession, but do you have a favourite song right now?  

J2H shakes his head at the question, looking at the host.

J2H: Not really. I mean I don't get time to listen to music so much anymore, unless I'm hitting the gym, but at that point it's all just background noise. I'm so busy at the moment with promoting SCW, with a home life, it's tough at times to even just sit down, put some music on and kick back. I spend at least three days a week around fan and interviews, then weekends it's off to where ever the shows are.

Freddy: It does seem like a tiring lifestyle.

J2H: It is, but when it comes down to it, I can see why I'm in demand more than others. I'm good at what I do, I'm the guy the fans wanna see, it doesn't matter if they boo when in the arena or ask for photos outside, the fans wanna see me one way or the other.

Freddy: If you found yourself stuck on a deserted island, what three things do you have with you?  

This one took some thought, only one thing came to mind instantly.

J2H: Well Melody, that's a given, cause she is the light to my darkness and I would have probably found a way to burn the whole damn island down within minutes. I'm thinking probably an unlimited supply of beer would be nice to have around, and a boat, cause I ain't gonna wanna stay on that island.

The two share a laugh before Freddy continues.

Freddy: You mentioned your girlfriend just then, how is home life with Melody?  

He smiles at the question, looking the eager host up and down.

J2H: I couldn't ask for more. Things have been going better than I expected. It's the first time I've lived with someone like that and it was a bit of an eye opener to start, but I soon started getting used to walking in to rooms and seeing stuff that never used to be there.

He laughs out loud as he looks at the smiling host.

J2H: Seriously, I couldn't ask for more... Melody and I have a good understanding, we are both really busy at times but we try and do the simple things like dinner every night, even if it is at ten at night, when I've just got home, or even if it's at 3pm before either of us are out for whatever reason afterwards. I adapted better than I thought I would.  

Freddy: Melody was in a movie fairly recently, that wrapped up, but the hype seemed to fade away, what happened there?

There's a time for diplomacy, and this wasn't it.

J2H: I don't know, maybe they wasn't impressed with the leading man or something, but it all went quiet and nothing has been said since.

Freddy: Will Melody be making more movies?

J2H: I can honestly say I hope not, because last time nearly pulled us apart from distance and working with people I can not stand, so I really hope that was her big role and that was it. Melody can do anything she wants, but people in the movie business are creeps and working with some people who I can't stand will just blow up in our faces. The last one nearly drove us apart, hopefully we won't be in that situation again. It's not good for either of us. I know she wants to make her own way in life, but the last movie paid well regardless of the fact nothing really happened after it was finished, so it's good seed money to do whatever she wants.

Seeing how serious the mood has just become, Freddy decides to move on with more wrestling related topics.

Freddy: Let's talk business, lets get down to talking wrestling. If SCW was to start daily shows, who would you car pool with?  

J2H: Man, I got a tour bus and everything.

Freddy: Really?

J2H: Yeah, perks of being a champion with money really. You have to be damn lucky to step on to that thing, it's got everything, and room to sleep a lot of people. I think it's pretty much reserved to like me, Melody, Simpson, and that's about it. I mean I'd let Rage travel on it, Austin Parker too, but the thing is beast mode. I wouldn't have to sit in a car with people I don't really like.

Freddy: I read that you was interested in getting a former SCW World Champion, Simon Jones, to come back and face you. What's the story  behind that and do you think it will ever happen?

J2H: The story is Simon was the last man to defeat me over a year ago, and I wanted to bury that demon. I've become a better wrestler over the last year and I have proved that time and time again. I would have been happy taking Simon on, beating Simon Jones and getting rid of one regret from my pre God like life that I created after that defeat. It drove me on a lot, and now that memory needs to be buried. Do I think it would happen? Not a chance. I could offer the man a million  bucks in cash tomorrow to come and face me at a future event, and he'll still say no. I could offer him that money and give his family a free vacation on the cruise ship show we do every year, and he'll say no. I tried, he wasn't interested.  

Freddy: Is there anyone in the wrestling world that  you think have achieved more than they should have?

Without hesitation, he answers quickly.

J2H: Yeah, Drake Green.

Freddy looks slightly confused at the speed of the answer, and decides to push the issue.

Freddy: The movie star? Wasn't he a wrestler before the movies, so the movies couldn't have a baring on his wrestling career?

J2H: He mixed it up a bit, but the guy don't deserve to ever be known as a former SCW champion. He's always been a snake and I've called him on it a million times to no response. The man is full of himself, but the fans lap it up. If only they knew what he was really like, and they wouldn't listen when I told them that he used them for his own personal gain. Boo me, cheer me, I don't give a damn, I will always be who I am, but Drake Green was a fake for the fans and should never be considered an SCW champion. The guy is a flake, shows up when his movie career bombs and people take him back with open arms, he gets popular again, gets cast in some awful movie and he's gone again. He uses SCW to launch himself and that is disrespecting the business, it's disrespecting my kingdom.

He grits his teeth and Freddy quickly moves on to stop the icy atmosphere building.

Freddy: Tell us about the upcoming SCW Show, Inception II

J2H: It's being held on the twenty second in Las Vegas, Nevada's Gold Coast Casino, which is kinda like the home base for SCW. It might be small but it will always be a place SCW calls home regardless. There's eight belts on the line, my Melody is headlining and hopefully going to get what she deserves and walks away with the top women's title and I'm in a match defending my World Championship against a guy called Jamie Dean. I know, I say that a lot and people say who but he's there.

Going against everything he truly feels, J2H chooses to take the route that's good for business, rather than take the opportunity to destroy Jamie Dean. Still plenty of time for that.

J2H: Jamie beat nine other guys to get to this spot, this will be the biggest match of his career. H

 J2H: You could have ended up permanently disabled. Then what? You couldn't wrestle, not that you'd care it seems, but you think you could still do movies when you couldn't lift a damn prop? Hell, you couldn't even do the simple things like driving, or moving something three foot away!

Melody cranks her head back, slightly seeing his anger and stepping away was more to do with concern. She knew he would have done more if she would have told him, she knew he would have stopped her from doing everything.  

Melody: So you ended things because of that?

J2H: Not just because of that Mel. I'm sick to death of being forced to do things by you all the time.

An invisible punch catches Melody in the gut as she feels her stomach twist just by hearing those words fly from J2H's lips to her ears.

Melody: I don't make you do anything!

J2H: You do it all the fucking time! Mikah talks about shopping, I say no, you have a pissy moment on there and once again, I feel like I'm in the damn wrong for saying no to something you know I hate doing. It happens all the time, your friends invite you somewhere and say to bring me. Do I really wanna be around your friends? You know how I feel about one of them, but you put me in that situation all the time. I'm not a fucking accessory.

J2H picks up a nearby tie and holds it up.

J2H: Do I look like a fucking tie to be worn to make you look better? I can not take the damn fact that I have to walk on eggshells, just so you don't get publicly pissy on Twitter.

J2H moves towards Mel, a serious look on his face, more so than any point of their conversation so far.

J2H: I couldn't deal with the fact that I don't have a life anymore. My life is what you tell me it should be. I go to all these events for work, and never make you come along if you don't want to. I say no to shopping, fucking shopping with you and Mikah and fuck, Twitter goes on one where even Jamie Dean has to have his say!

Melody: I can't control what others say on Twitter.

J2H: No but you can on what you say on there! I say no to anything on there and I'm the bad guy who's not allowed an opinion, or to do what I want.

Melody: You left me to go to Georgia to Austin Parker's ranch! You didn't even mention it to me.

J2H: For you to say no? For you to tell me I can't cause you had some damn plans about getting your nails done and had to be there, just because you say so?

Melody puts her hands on her hips and looks at him with one raised eyebrow.

Melody: I would never have asked you to do that.  

J2H: Ok, maybe that one was a bit out there, but you get the idea. Everything has to be your way or not at all Mel, and I ain't living my life like that.  

Melody sighs as she looks at him, her mind searching for any scrap of truth in his words. Something rings true in her head, causing her to exhale deeply.

Melody: I didn't mean it to be that way James. I just wanted to spend time with you. You're busy all the time, you have to work for SCW pretty much every time you leave the house. Every time someone comes near you, you have to be J2H and not James. I have to put up with the little fan girls drooling over you.

J2H: I have to put up with every guy on Twitter drooling over you but that has nothing to do with making me feel like shit because I don't do what you want. Sure as hell don't give you the right to not be straight up with your injury.

Melody: I just want more time with you...

Melody taps her chin as she looks at him.

Melody: Well, wanted but now look where we are. You're not perfect. I have to avoid you when you're in a bad mood.

J2H: Maybe you should look at why I'm in a bad mood.

Melody: You can't put that on me. You get angry when it's too hot, or too cold.  

J2H: I get a lot more angry when I feel like I'm here to just do what you want and fuck what I actually like to do or not do.

Melody: This is getting us nowhere James, and I might have a flight to catch.

J2H: Trust me, you don't that sly old dog got you here to see me so you didn't run away from me.

The two look at each other, both not sure what to say as John Legends "All of Me" starts to play over the store sound system. The two look at each other, Melody starts to nervously circle her hair with her finger.

Melody: So now what, James?

He had a choice to make at this point, he could let her go, he could let her book a flight to anywhere she wanted to go, or he could try and talk her out of it.

J2H: Now we go home and sit and talk and if we can't sort it out, then you can go to Norway, or anywhere you want to go and I won't stop you. The worst that could happen is you can be on a plane this afternoon to go where ever you want, I'll even pay for it.

Melody looks at him, her eyes momentarily turning away, maybe the music softening her mood as she looks at him, just giving him a nod, no words coming from her lips. J2H tries not to smile with his lips, but his eyes tell a happier story. J2H turns his head towards the door the shop assistant went in to.

J2H: You can come out now.

The shop assistant slowly opens the door and looks around it to see them. J2H looks towards Melody, addressing her with a soft tone.

J2H: I better go through with my promise here. On the way back, I need to stop off somewhere, so you and Simpson head on home, and I'll be back soon. I just need to pick some stuff up and I'll be with you.

Melody squeezes his arm and nods as she walks past him. J2H reaches in to his pocket, pulling out his money clip as the scene fades.

---

Hope for the couple yet?

Well it did seem the ice had thawed just a little after their short airport encounter, but Melody did indeed agree to go home, but as J2H had informed her. He had plans to stop off somewhere before returning to the house. In fact it was always a plan, since he came up with a conclusion on that long plane ride home. He knew he had to at least try and be civil. The house was not his, it was theirs, he knew Melody had added her own personal touches to the place. He knew that if things wasn't to be, there was a lot to be sorted out. He knew if it wasn't to be, both would want things settled as quickly as possible. The last thing he expected was to be bumping in to Melody at the airport, on her way out of the country. He luckily stopped that from happening and was safe in the knowledge Simpson was driving her home, but his plan remained intact.

Walk in the house with breakfast. It was still early morning, the daylight just starting to peak over the buildings of Los Angeles. He told both Simpson and Melody in the car to just drop him off downtown, that he would be safe and home within an hour. Both protested, knowing the dangers of being in downtown Los Angeles in the early hours, but he assured them he was going to be safe. At times he had a way of blending in to the background, and knew he could here. After agreeing to get a taxi home, the two had reluctantly let him leave.

He had done what he had to and was sitting in the back of a taxi. His fingers loosely wrapped around a bag containing takeaway food, the smell filling the cab. Sitting across his chest sit flowers, red roses that he had to overpay for, just to get a tired florist receiving an early morning deliver to sell to him.

He looks out the window as the car moved out in to the lane towards his home. A satisfaction washed over him as he felt himself getting closer to home. He wasn't sure what to really say to Melody to get things back to normal, nor did he know how to bring around the subject of the house should it all go wrong. He looks out of the window as the car, seeing his own house, but something looked incredibly different, the house seemed brighter in the distance. He lowers his eyebrows to focus his eyes as the car drew closer. A look of utter shock crosses his face as the car stops outside the gate. J2H quickly flicks his attention towards the taxi driver, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes, pulling some out and handing it to the taxi driver before stepping out of the car, pulling the bag and flowers with him. He moves to the gate, his eyes wide as he looks at what's before him.

J2H: What the hell as she done?

He snaps his eyes away from the scene to quickly type in the security code on the gate, causing the door next to the side gate to open. He steps through seeing the scene before it.

J2H: Seriously, what the fuck!?

His eyes look down the driveway leading towards the house, as tall Christmas trees line either side, lit up brightly in the night sky. He walked towards the house carrying his goods, his eyes still turning around as if his head was on a swivel. Moving towards the front door, he saw the Christmas theme continued as his eyes rested upon the wreath on the wooden door, and to the side a scene from The Nutcracker set up.

J2H: Please God that this is has far as it goes, and that she did this to show off for the neighbours.

He puts his hand on the door, pushing down the handle and pushing door open. He walks in and quickly sees that his hope for less Christmas scene had quickly faded. Looking in the main hall, the stairs either side covered in green tinsel entwined around the banisters, with wreaths attached to the banisters, with red bows, on either side, leading to the top of the stairs. He looks around, feeling something else off, and looks up in the air, seeing that the bright light bulbs above his head, high in the sky has been changed to red and green. Mistletoe hanging above his head also caught his attention.

J2H: How the fuck did she get all the way up there to change them?

His mind thinks of possibilities, but none seeming realistic. He wanders further in to the house, looking around as he spies Christmas baubles along the way, snow globes, candles and mini trees line the wall. His anger grew inside of him. He'd never seen Christmas this overdone. His teeth grinded together as he moved towards the living room, anger building in his body, when he should have been pleased and full of the Christmas spirit, or at least appreciate Melody's hard work.

J2H: Looks like Rudolph has been sick around here.

He moved towards the main room of the house, the living room, hoping for something less in your face but reaching the half open door, he knew he would be more shocked if there was less Christmas decoration. Through the partially opened door, he spots Melody on the sofa, her blonde hair resting on the arm rest of the sofa. He moves in to the room, his intention to tell Melody just what he thought, but Melody didn't move. Moving towards her, looking over her, he sees her eyes shut in peaceful slumber. He turns around, looking at the room, his eyes like saucers as he looks around the trees all around the room. He moves towards the center of the room, placing the takeaway bag and flowers on the table, a dancing Santa in the middle.

J2H: Why are there so many Christmas trees around here?

Indeed he was right, looking around the room, he saw five trees, five trees in one room! Each decorated beautifully, lit brightly.  

J2H: Why does anyone need five?

He walks towards the first one, crouching down and looking at the presents underneath it and reading one of the tags.

J2H: To James, love Melody...

He stands up and moves to the next tree, crouching down and looking at the next tree, his eyes moving over the label shaped like a snowman on one of the presents. To Melody from Simpson, he reads in his head. Yes, Simpson, not a Christian name, but Simpson. Moving to the next tree, he spots a label with the words "To Simpson, from Dexter". J2H frowns as he blinks rapidly.

J2H: The duck does his own shopping now?

He casts his eye towards Melody, sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and turns to the final two trees. He moves towards the forth tree, crouching to read the next label.

J2H: To Dexter, love mommy and daddy?

He scratches his head, looking towards Melody, still not moved from her sleep, her knees curled up to her chest.

J2H: I didn't buy shit...

The realization crosses his mind about the fifth tree and he quickly moves towards it and sees the label "To Puppy, from mommy and daddy."

J2H: She bought presents for a fish? This is serious damn overkill!

The anger started to build again, running through his muscles as he turns to face Melody, but her peaceful look on his face stops the upcoming explosion. He sighs sadly, part of him just relieved that she's there and came home rather than ask Simpson to return her to the airport. He moved over to the end of the sofa, Melody laying across two of the three cushions and gently lowers himself at the end. As if instinctively, Melody just sits up, her eyes closed switches positions, lowering her upper body across his legs and grabbing his arm, pulling it over her. He looks down at her with a slight look of confusion. He quickly shrugs it off as her innocent peaceful look, possibly the most peaceful she has looked in days, washes the rage and anger from his body. He knew she was asleep, Melody had this knack for falling asleep deeply within minutes of her head hitting the pillow. He knew the world she was in right now was a dream world, but he spoke anyway.

J2H: Sometimes I wish my brain would work faster than my mouth.

He looks down at her laying on his lap, her hand wrapped around his.

J2H: I want more from us Mel, I don't want to constantly feel on egg shells. You know all that stuff form years ago plays on my mind, you know it kills me and fills me with nothing but hate. It fucked up so much then and even now. I don't want it to be like this.

He felt raw, as if he was baring his disfigured soul, taking comfort in the fact that if she heard it, it would work in to her dream world in the form of something else.

J2H: I want the best for us, push as far as we can go, but lately it's been weird.

He felt like he was confessing to her.

J2H: I'm just sick of the shit from the past, shit that could happen again. Today it nearly did, you nearly hopped on a plane and disappeared again. You nearly left me standing in a place that looks like Christmas moved in. I don't wanna sit here anymore and think you can up and leave at any time.

Melody squeezes his finger, still miles away in her dream world.

J2H: We need to be better, we need to be closer or this ain't gonna work anymore. We need to stand up and be better every day. I know I need to get rid of those demons, I know I need to put some things behind me but I also know I can't do this shit on my own. I feel that way at times, like I have nowhere to turn, like I...

He looks down at Melody, her breathing slow and steady. He knew there was no waking her and looking around a place that could put Santa's grotto to shame, he breathed in deeply.

J2H: We'll talk about this a little later.

He pulls Melody across his lap a little more, the sleeve on her shirt rolling up. Something grabs his attention as he looks at the top of her arm, showing a deep, dark bruise, very angry looking and purple.  

J2H: What the fuck? Melody? Melody?

He gives her a gentle shake, but all Melody does is lift her arms up and wraps her arms around his neck. He lets out a short sigh and puts his arms under her legs.

J2H: Someone's got a little explaining to do a little later.  

He turns his head to a grandfather clock on the wall, reading the time as eight O clock in the morning. He stands up, lifting Melody in the air and holding her up, she instantly puts her head on his shoulder and wraps her arms around him tightly.

J2H: Sleep in her own bed will do her good.  

He walks towards the door, the camera watching the walk out of the door, but staying fixed in one place. Just seconds later, the sound of J2H's footsteps moving up the stairs and along the hallway, presumably to the bedroom. The footsteps stop and only his voice can be heard.  

J2H: A Christmas tree in the bedroom too? Damn! You didn't do this by half, did ya babe?

Fast forward just a few hours. Having decided to catch some extra sleep too, J2H lies in bed, the camera focused on his face. Rolling over, he reaches out, expecting to reach out and find Melody laying beside him, but Melody is nowhere to be found. He eyes slowly open, staring at an empty pillow, he lets out a long yawn before rolling to the side of the bed and pushing the white covers from his toned body. He swings his legs around, touching the floor, before rubbing his eyes. He glares across at the Christmas tree in his room, slowly shaking his head.

J2H: At least on the bright side of Melody doing all of this stuff, I can stop hiding her presents in the wardrobe.

Shock, horror, J2H is not as stupid as many would think. For months he had been picking up bits and pieces when he could for Christmas, for not only Melody, but for Simpson too. It's been easy to do so without Melody noticing. J2H has been out on the road constantly while Melody has been at home, resting her shoulder, he'd been in cities days before, looking for little things. He stands up moving towards the walk in closet in his room, moving to his side of the closet. He pulls down a robe from behind the door and wraps it around his body before reaching down and grabbing two heavy looking sports bags and sliding them out. He knew it was the perfect hiding place. Melody would never go down any of his large collection of sports bags. Pulling them out, he lifts them over his shoulder and walks out of the room. His face drops as a horrible thought enters his mind as he looks at the empty bed.

J2H: Wait, what if she's....

His words trail off as he makes a move towards the bedroom door, the bags still over his shoulders. He moves out of the room and quickly down the hall to the top of the stairs. He thunders down them, the added weight on his back and shoulders add to the sound. He gets to the bottom of the stairs and turns around, moving under them in a half run and pushes the kitchen door to the left open and burst in the room. Melody sits to his left, but quickly springs to her feet as the urgency of J2H alarms her.

Melody: What's wrong?

A sigh of relief exits his body as he moves towards her, wrapping his arms around her firmly.

Melody: Ow, ow, ow!

His hands press on Melody's training wounds, unseen by his own eye, causing her to wail in pain. He quickly steps back, happy to see her there.

J2H: What's wrong?

Melody: Nothing, I over did things with training.

The sound of a man clearing his throat behind J2H causing him to spin around. His eyes rest upon Derek Thorne standing in his kitchen.

J2H: Well at least this explains the bruise on your arm I saw earlier.

Melody quickly covers her arm in the same place as J2H's eyes rested on just a few hours earlier. He looks at Derek's icy stare.

J2H: Derek...

Derek: James.

The two just stare at each other, before J2H turns his attention back to Melody

J2H: Can we talk outside?

Melody nods and she holds a finger up to Derek Thorne, indicating her intention to return in just a moment. J2H walks out of the door, shortly followed by Melody. He stops and turns around to look at her.

J2H: Those bruises.

Melody: Just training hard for this comeback.

J2H: What's he doing here anyway? I thought that part of the past was gone, done and he was hiding in the snow somewhere.

Melody: He just showed up.  

J2H taps his chin, just looking at Melody, his head slightly tilted.  

J2H: When you have some time, I think we need to sit down and sort this shit out Mel. We can't go on like this is we want to move forward. If you want to move forward.

Melody: Of course I want to move forward Jam. I don't like this fighting.

Sadness fills her voice, yet a genuine feeling comes from her tone. She steps forward, placing her hand on his arm.

J2H: As soon as you get time, we'll talk, ok?

Melody nods in agreement. She didn't want the single life, as much as it was tweeted. She knew she would do whatever she could at this point to make it work.... Well, almost everything.

Melody: Ok. What's with the bags Jam?

Almost forgetting they were on his shoulders, J2H looks either side to see the bags. He runs through his mind, looking for an excuse.

J2H: Oh, just some stuff I need to shoot that promo. It's gonna be great but needs a lot of set work, so these should help, just gotta check on them so I'll be in the study. Also need to run my eye over that really confusing promo Dmitri threw out last week.

Melody knew better than to ask too much about the promo work that he does when it comes to focusing on an opponent.

J2H: So I'll be in the study. As soon as you're free, come find me, ok?

Melody nods and moves forward and kisses him on the cheek. She turns and moves back towards the kitchen. J2H moves in the opposite direction and towards the living room. Looking behind himself to make sure he hasn't been followed, he moves quickly towards the Christmas trees, dropping down to his knees and placing the bags either side. He kneels in front of Melody's tree and quickly opens the bag, reaching in and grabbing presents. He hurries as he pulls out the presents and putting them around Melody's tree. He quickly slides along to Simpson's tree, opening up the second bag and glancing over his shoulder, looking towards the door. Spotting no one around, he reaches in to the bag and pulls out presents, placing them around the free. Thinking he can hear footsteps, he springs to his back and hurries to a door at the side of the room and quickly walks through, heading towards the study. The sound of another door opens and his voice can be heard.  

J2H: Fucking hell! Is there a room in this house that hasn't been decorated?!?!

The camera fades out.

---

The moon drops down in the background over a graveyard setting. Tombstones fill the camera on a hill as a wide shot is seen, the city of Los Angeles can be seen in the distance. The camera pulls back, showing the tombstones a little closer, some with traditional arch shapes, others in cross form, cut in marble. The camera spins to see people lined up alongside an open grave, four on each side, a mix of men and women all in black. Face nets cover the eyes of the women, helping to give distinction between genders. Behind an oval tombstone stands J2H, his blonde hair neatly combed to the side. His body is covered by a black suit, with a white shirt and a black tie. He bows his head as he looks in to the open grave. The camera moves in a little closer, capturing all nine people in a closer shot. J2H raises his head, his diamond stud earring blinking in the moonlight at the floodlit funeral. He clears his throat and looks deep in to the camera.

J2H: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to say goodbye. We are here to say goodbye to something that once promise so much, yet never lived up to full potential. Something that we hope in the afterlife can be much more successful. It wasn't an easy ride for this being, yet he someone managed to cling on in an attempt to be relevant, but all things, good and bad, must come to an end, and this is one of them.

He bows his head just slightly.

J2H: Today, we have to say goodbye to the career of Dmitri.

He raises his head and tries not to smile.

J2H: It felt like yesterday when his SCW career had began, but his contract was signed back in January, on the twenty fifth to be exact, and he debuted two months with a not so impressive with against Tim Staggs. A victory we've all had in our careers, but it was the start of something forgettable sadly. It was the start of another career that never really amounted to anything, regardless of the strides make in the less than seven months between stepping in the ring and today. So many would be impressed with this but I can't say I am.

He rolls his shoulders forward in a reverse shrug

J2H: People would be impressed that he moved on well and took the Internet championship, with stiff competition fighting for that title, the one title I have not put my hands on. He defeated Rage, Rage of all people, so some would list that as a career highlight in SCW.

He tilts his head slightly, his face stone like and unemotional.

J2H: Some would, I wouldn't.

He solemnly shakes his head firmly.

J2H: Just two weeks later, that championship belt was back around the waist of the better man, it was back around the waist of Rage, so that pathetic run, and I use the word run lightly, did nothing to impress me. In fact, a lot of things Dmitri did, no one could truly understand. Let's talk about another moment in his Sin City Wrestling career, shall we?

J2H nods his head, just taking a deep breath before continuing.  

J2H: Let's talk about the decision to join forces with James Tuscini. I know, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here, because there hasn't been many defining moments in the career of Dmitri, but jumping on board with James Tuscini. Let me tell you something about being part of a successful team. You need to have something, anything, just a little thing in common with someone you plan on teaming with. Myself and Giani Di Luca, look at how alike we were, we had it all. Look at other teams, and this might be the only time I ever praise these teams, but Team Hero, The Monstimals, Team BJ, fuck, go back to Sinful Obsession, all these teams had something that made them seem a fit, yet the Dmitri, Tuscini team makes no sense. A vampire and a Jersey short stereotype, made no sense, yet this is what I'm forced to talk about because of how unmemorable Dmitri's time in SCW has been.

The mourners around the grave side sob as J2H shakes his head.

J2H: If my career had that many forgettable moments, I'd cry too. I'd sob like a baby because no one would remember a thing I've done, just like him. There's not one promo I can honestly say I remember from him. In fact, this is no longer a sad occasion saying goodbye to his career.

J2H runs his hand along his chin.

J2H: This is actually a mercy killing for the sake of the fans.  

He presses his hands together as he looks down in to the open ground.

J2H: You would have thought last week would have been an interesting story, showing the world that you have a maker, and that you've become a whinny little bitch, Dmitri. We always knew you was a whinny little bitch from the second you cried about getting a rematch, but now your career is gonna meet my maker. I thought it would add something new to you, that we might actually get to see something other than the usual shit we get to see, but nope, it was the same regurgitated shit as always.

The champions rolls his eyes at his own comment.

J2H: We get it, you like blood. You like the night time, you like scaring people, come up with some new shit bro!

He rolls his eyes, clearly disappointed that Dmitri used the same old gimmicky lines to get his point across.

J2H: We already know what you're supposed to be. We get the sharp teeth, messy hair, pale complexion, it's something you don't have to go on and on about, nor does anyone give a flying fuck about the history of Russia. You're run by a fucking idiot, the next Hitler. No one gives a shit. I did however learn one thing, one thing that will put me in good steed.

He waves his finger at the camera, pointing with confidence.

J2H: You are so damn unfocused, it's not even funny. You spend half your time rambling on about people other than me. Hello Dmitri, I'm your opponent, Casey isn't, so why you going on about a man who is not in SCW bro? Do I give a damn that you attacked a man like a coward in his own house in front of his kids? No, I don't, so why the fuck are you talking to him and not me? I don't even think he cares while he's sitting at home. I'm your damn opponent, focus on me rather than an embarrassingly proud moment where you beat up someone who has nothing to do with this match.

J2H disappointedly shakes his head, feeling the confidence in him grow.

J2H: You wanna rid the world of the weak, you should consider suicide.

An arrogant smirk crosses his face as he looks down in the open hole below him.

J2H: And sitting mocking Rage.... Are you fucking serious bro? The guy took your Internet title from you, and you wait for months to waste a chance to talk about me, talking about Rage. Again, I'm your opponent fuck nuts, and you just cost yourself this match by being so unfocused. If you took out everything you said about everyone else and not me, your promo would have lasted for just enough time for people to take a piss through and come back. You've heard of piss break matches? Well after that, you are the king of piss break promos. Why waste so much time talking about Rage? We're in a thunderdome genius, no one can get in. No one can step through the ropes and have any impact on this match. All you've done, like the idiot that you are, is waste precious time talking about someone else. That shows your head is not in it. It shows your focus is split, it shows you're too busy worrying about someone else, and I'm all about focused on you. I'm not rambling about someone else. I mean, you're going on about beating someone at the last Climax Control. I can do that too, now who did I beat in my last match on an episode of Climax Control?

J2H taps the side of his head, as if he's thinking about it, knowing the answer fully well.

J2H: That would be you, Dmitri. Let me ask you some of the same questions you asked him. It musta been hard for you, huh Dmitri? Cause I watched you sink in to the forgetfulness of being non relevant... Whatever the fuck that means.

He tilts his head up, looking up towards the night sky before looking back down at the camera.

J2H: Did me beating you make you run off in desperation? ...What?

J2H tilts his head again, still confused by the words he just spoke.

J2H: Seriously, you rambled for ten minutes about people that is not me and expect to be focused on me. That's seriously cost you, ya fucking freak!

He shakes his head slowly, his mind in thought trying to figure out how anything Dmitri said in his wasted time talking about Casey and Rage, linked to him.

J2H: If that wasn't bad enough, a fucking history lesson. No one gives a fuck about Lenin, Louis XIV, or any other historical figure you wanna bring up. This is the hear and now, this is modern times and you wanna compare me to fallen history figures to show even this king can fall, is that it? You chose to ramble on to the point where people would have turned off, just to say you want to get piece of the people around me... Tell the people something they don't know! You're a fucking bad guy, they already know you want revenge on Rage and JT Midas, you don't have to talk such shit taking us on a tour of history to let us know you wanna beat up two people who stood by my side.  

He shrugs confidently as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You basically wasted an entire promo, talking about a subject that no one really liked in school, talking about other people and pretty much just wasting space.

An arrogant smirk crosses his face.

J2H: Travis mentioned me in his promo this week, am I gonna dedicate an entire scene to him? Fuck no! Thanks for watching Travis, maybe you will get sixes across the board, but one hundred for stupidity. I didn't feel confused when you stepped up to me, I felt like I was in for an easy time.

A smile breaks out across his face.

J2H: And Spike and Alexis mentioned my name... Yeah, Spike's right Alexis, Austin Parker is the one. He is a champion maker.

J2H puts his hands out in front of the camera, with a wide smile on his face.

J2H: That is how to you address things, without rambling on about people not in the match, just to make your promo look epic, and to fool people in to thinking you're a great talker. You're really not, you're like a drunk at a bar repeating his story just to prove a point.  

He tilts his head as continue to speak.

J2H: You wasted everybodies time who thought you was gonna talk about something they was interested in. They thought you was gonna speak about me, about the world title match, about the thunderdome, about the fucking huge supercard that is High Stakes VI, but you wasted everyone's time! You wasted their time, you wasted my time, you wasted the damn film that piece of shit was recorded. The people didn't want to hear you ask how JT is feeling, or how Rage is feeling, they wanted to hear about our damn match and you ruined it Dmitri, you made all the fans see that your mind is not in this match and mine is more than focused for this one.  

His eyes narrow as he looks down the camera, his lips pressed out as he thinks about his next words.

J2H: I was actually pretty fucking shocked when you did decide to talk about the match after what felt like an eternity of you talking about everyone other than me. Then I wish you'd have just shut the fuck up and just disappeared. You asked me to tell you how I plan on beating you, besides about me telling you that I've beat you before...

A frown passes the champions face.

J2H: Ummm, why the fuck would I say anything else? You've been in the same fucking ring as me idiot! Why would you even ask a man who has beat so you damn much, how I plan on beating you! I will beat you like I did the first time, I will beat you like I did the second time, I will beat you like I did the third time. Seriously, do you just wanna show up here and finish the rest of this promo for me, because right now, you're just beating yourself and that is fucking embarrassing.

The frown is replaced by an arrogant smirk.

J2H: You're loading the gun and aiming at yourself asking this stupid fucking questions. How about you tell me how you're going to beat me. Like rip the flesh back and get down to the bare bones of thing and instead of the tough talk, you tell me tactically, how are you gonna beat me?

He waits for a few seconds, pausing as if he's waiting for an answer.

J2H: You're clueless Dmitri. You mock me for having two followers, you call me a bitch for having two followers. Jesus had followers, was he a bitch? Your little hero Lenin had followers, so many that bought in to his cause, was he a bitch Dmitri?

The arrogant smirk returns to his face as he looks down the camera.

J2H: How will I slither out of danger? Hello moron! Fucking Thunderdome! I'm gonna stand toe to toe with you because you are such a whining little bitch, crying to get another title match after Christian made a fuck up and kicked you. You went crying for your shot, and I out smarted you, you somehow lose everything on your own the whole cycle, only winning tag team stuff, yet you are the number one contender yet again. I'm not buying this bullshit Dmitri. Instead of acting like you fucking deserve this, you need to be grateful you're even in this match rather than in a match with a new guy!

He puts his hands out to the side, with raised eyebrows.

J2H: I ain't no sun king, I piss on Louis XIV when it come to being a king so fuck you and your history pal. Louis XIV would never have held an SCW title as long as I have, so you're talking shit. I set the standard, and he couldn't live up to me even if he tried Dmitri. You're not facing him, you're facing me, focus bitch!

J2H points to his own eyes with his forefinger and middle finger.

J2H: I'm on the top of the world cause I fucking earned it, I didn't go cry about being kicked in the balls by a boss as a legit reason to get a title shot, you fucking did, little whinny bitch. You're not my thunderdome, you're not my impossible match, fuck, after watching you ramble in your last promo to me, I'm not even sure you can even hold a conversation anymore. I don't fear this match at all. I fear nothing about you. I fear nothing about this match. Hit me with everything at your disposable, electrocute me, throw me in to every inch of the cage and I'm gonna get up Dmitri. I'm going to stand up to you and walk out with my championship belt. There's nothing you have left you can give to take me out, and you know it. That's why you spent more time talking about others than you did me, because you know when my name gets stuck in your throat, you get that knot in the pit of your stomach, you get that sick, sinking feeling because you know that name, is the name that will always haunt you. It's the name that will always be your biggest downfall. It will always be the name that will keep you awake, the name that will turn you to alcohol, because you will never be able to stand up to it.

A determined look covers his face.

J2H: Does this look like a face of desperation to you? Does this look like a man who is gonna crumble?  

He points to his face as he shakes his head.

J2H: You're not that lucky Dmitri. There is not a hint of desperation in this face, not one little bit of desperation, but you having to go back to times no one cares about, you having to talk about past and present associates, it shows that you've accepted defeat against me. It shows that you are trying to avoid the fate that awaits you. You know you have already lost, you know you're already bowing out to me and just falling at my feet. Everyone can tell that all this talk of the dark side, and all this devil bullshit is just a way to hide your inadequacies. Everyone knows that it's a way to sit and deflect people from the fact that you ain't that good bro. I've walked with the devil and you ain't it and never will be Dmitri.

Confidence floods his face as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You can take your pointless rhetorical question asking ass and disappear Dmitri. I'm bored of you asking pointless questions that no one cares to know the answer. Certainly don't ask me if anything you say makes sense, because nothing you say, or have ever said to me, has make any sense at all. You spend so much time questioning yourself, it's a fucking surprise you even remember to show up. Should you devour me?

A look of disgust crosses J2H's face.

J2H: What grown man asks another grown man a fucking question like that you sick freak! Who even thinks those things, let alone let them fall out of their mouths!?  

He slowly shakes his head as he looks at the camera.

J2H: This is why people will never wanna see you as a champion and will be bowing to me in thanks that I would have saved the world from what you spit these seriously confusing words from your lips and boring the daylights out of each and every person every week. Who fucking asks if they should be baptised in my shame. You might think it was a pretty clever line but...

J2H firmly shakes his head.

J2H: I can tell you that there is not one person out there that actually found that a clever line at all. Just made people shake their heads in serious disappointment. It wasn't a smart line, it was pretty lame if I'm honest, the people feel it.

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: In fact, you're so shit at this thing, the fans are booing you so much more, you're actually turning me in to a fucking face!

He smirks as he looks down the camera once more.

J2H: This is where I save the world from you, this is where I bury your career for the good of humanity. I will do this for the people because people are sick of you.

He reaches down to the ground, picking up a handful of dirt. He stands up and looks in the hole below him.

J2H: Your career ends here, Dmitri. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He drops the dirt in to the hole and straightens up.

J2H: You will never get another shot at my title again Dmitri. That's real talk bitch.

As J2H turns and walks away, the camera drops down to the tombstone below him, the camera resting on the front of it.

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The camera fades out for the last time.  

 J2H: Nope, had enough of this shit for one day.

He reaches the door, putting his hand on the handle, looking down to see Angel, dressed up in a business suit, sitting on the floor, his bear face tilted upwards as if he was looking at J2H. J2H shakes his head and shuts the door before turning around to Melody, sitting at the table.

J2H: Put him down as a 'maybe'.

Melody looks at him with a curious look on her face as she brushes her blonde hair from her forehead.

J2H: What? Out of all these piss poor candidates he was the best! And at least he dressed for the part.

The camera fades out as Simpson and Melody look at J2H as if he was insane.

---

The time to talk directly is upon us again as J2H sits in the middle of the ring, once again in the Galen Center in Los Angeles, California - I guess it helps to be local this week. Surround the ring, a cage with a dome covering it. J2H sits on the floor, his legs crossed, his title on his lap as he looks around, strands of barbed wire hangs from various places, as well as weapons. His eyes look around, looking at the structure, seeing what parts may or may not have hidden surprises, like electrical charges. He looks up at the camera in front of him.

J2H: Such a difference a few days makes. A few days ago, I was standing in this very spot right here. Standing to announce a video game and now I'm sitting here under the dome and talking.

He looks either side, his face calm, his eyes focused.

J2H: I've gone from talking about buying something to a place that if you listen to Dmitri, will be my final resting place, my tomb, the place I will eternally sleep in peace while he lives on for another thousand years. If you listen to that vampire go on and on, about everything he's said about me for months, the basics are the same. He will bury me, he will take my title, he will end me. This is the best he's had in a long time, and no one expects him to change now, so let's presume that this is where I will end my days in Dmitri's eyes.

The champion turns his head either side, shrugging his shoulders.

J2H: Nah, this is not my time to die and this is not my place to die.

He looks down the camera.

J2H: This is your last chance Dmitri, your one last chance to actually make something of yourself, your one and only final chance to get what you want. You read the contract, your grandpa eyes ran over it bro and you saw that this match has more meaning for you than when I beat you non title, when I beat you after you beat a few losers to earn that right, when I beat you at Halloween, this one has that touch of spice in it for you. Everyone thought you was gonna win at Halloween, you tried to play me by having the pia boy and the old man with you to give you an advantage but I was always one step ahead of you. I knew you couldn't win on your own, you knew you couldn't win on ya own so I knew you'd call in the back up, so I brought Rage. I ain't even sure what JT was doing there, but either way, I had a back up to stop you from doing this to me, to cheating me out of my belt. The script wasn't written for you to do anything other than fail and yet, here you stand, trying one more time, one last time to get your hands on what will never be yours.

He waves his finger from side to side, firmly shaking his head.

J2H: Never be yours Dmitri and now you stand in the last chance saloon. You stand there knowing you have one bullet left and you need to make it count. Your shot has been off for a long, long time Dmitri and this is it, nothing more, nothing less. You need to make it count and I don't think you have it in you to do that. I don't think you can hold your hand steady enough to pull the trigger. The pressure it on, that ton of weight sits on your shoulders, pressing you down further and further, while the eyes rest on you Dmitri. Every eye in the house is looking at your sweat covered face as your hand shakes on that trigger. You couldn't make the shot when you had a non pressured chance to earn yourself a match against me non title. You won't make that shot now, even if I had my face pressed against the barrel of the gun begging you to do it. If I stood completely still and felt the metal push in to my forehead, you still couldn't take the shot to end me Dmitri.

He tilts his head down and smiles.

J2H: Not even if I drew a target on my head and shoot under a neon sign with bright flashing arrows.

J2H smirks down the camera.

J2H: You just don't have it in you to finish me off, or you'd have come a shit load closer to doing it on the other three occasions you stood across from me. I mean you can claim I had help, but you'd be a hypocritical bastard if you did because was it not your plan to use those two irrelevant clowns to do the same to me? You had chances to put me away long before anyone else got involved, but did you take it? No, you saw what you could become, and the nerves ran through you and you bulked. You fell at the last fence and that proves you don't have it to lead this company, you don't have it to lead a conga line.

J2H rubs his hand across his chin.

J2H: Yet something in your tiny little mind thinks you can have it in you to do it. Take that thought out of your head bro, cause you don't have it in you at all.

He looks around the thunderdome.

J2H: This will not become my tomb, Dmitri. This will become the site of one of my most famous victory. This is not a case for you where you will fall before you rise, this is a place where I will end your aspirations on becoming a champion once and for all. This is where your hopes, dreams and urge comes to say it's final goodbyes. This is where we come to say goodbye to who you thought you were. When you look at it Dmitri, for months, I have been poison running through your veins, slowly breaking you down from the inside out and this is the final dose for you, because after this, you will not know which way to go, you'll be a lost soul not sure what to do.

An arrogant smirk crosses J2H's face.

J2H: I don't know what's worse. The fact that your soul would have been completely destroyed, or the fact that you'd be in James Tuscini's shadow for the rest of eternity.  

J2H winces at the thought.

J2H: No one wants to be in his shadow. His shadow doesn't even wanna be there.

His face changes back to a smirk.

J2H: I know you seem to think that you need to bring yourself up to my level of being modern. You're old fashioned, I'm the most forward thinking man to have ever graced a wrestling ring, and I get that you're trying to keep up a bit. Dmitri even signed up a Twitter account. Don't follow him, he's an idiot.

A frown crosses J2H's face.

J2H: What self respecting "vampire" tweets his opponent mentioning MySpace and using the term lol?

A confused look covers his face.

J2H: Like seriously bro?

J2H puts his palms flat out towards the camera, a look of disbelief on his face.

J2H: This is further proof that he is still so far behind me in every aspect of his life, the guy doesn't even see me. I ain't in a different league than Dmitri, I'm playing a different sport. While I'm in the MLB top flight, he's in some amateur team in the ass end of Albuquerque!  

J2H shakes his head.

J2H: Yet he still thinks this is now his time with no proof to back it up, no logic behind it. This isn't it Dmitri, this isn't your time now, your time will be never. This is what keeps me going.

He holds his left hand on the title belt, his eyes looking down at the shining gold as he continues to talk.

J2H: You're stepping in to the fire again with absolutely no way to put it out, no way to even walk through it. Not even the so called undead can walk through the heat of these flames. Many have tried, all have failed and you at forth time of asking will be the exact same. I can't believe you're stupid enough to even sit there and let the thought enter your mind that you stand a chance of doing it, doing the impossible and shattering this reign. Better people have tried and better people got a lot closer than you ever have. Bigger challenges stood in front of me and couldn't take it.

He raises his eyebrows as he looks up and down the camera once more.

J2H: Do you really think you have half the talent Despayre has? Even a quarter of the talent? Don't take that as a compliment Despayre, it just shows how bad Dmitri really is.

A firm nod of the head comes from the champion.

J2H: I've come up against bigger and better, more talent, more drive, more determination to shut me up and they couldn't get close to me. Now I'd put you down three times like the diseased dog that you are. Why anyone thought and will think it's forth time lucky for you Dmitri, because it's really not, and it never will be. It's the end of you, it's where you finish. You're every guy running against Usain Bolt. You can see the finish line, but there's always one in front of you, there's always that one guy that's gonna stop you from getting that gold. That one guy will always be me.

J2H points to himself confidently.

J2H: It doesn't matter what kinda match it is, even if it was a "you had to be a vampire to win" match, you'd still end up my bitch.

A laugh comes from his lips as he sits there with his fingers entwined.

J2H: It's nice to have a dream Dmitri, but once again, I'm gonna turn yours in to a nightmare. I'm going to make you regret ever putting your name on an SCW contract and expecting to get to the top of the place. You should have just wandered back to your cave where you belong after I beat you the second time instead of crying like a little bitch because Christian can't kick straight. You should have gone back, put yourself in the coffin and stayed there but no, you wanted to go again, like you deserved to but believe me, you don't deserve a thing. You didn't deserve to be in another match with me, you don't deserve to be in this match with me now. The first ever in the apparent sixth series of SCW and you're in it with me.

He shakes his head with disappointment.

J2H: They musta scrapped right through the bottom of the barrel when it come to picking you to face me.

He looks up straight in to the camera.

J2H: You will need a God given miracle Dmitri, to even get anywhere neat me at High Stakes VI because I refuse to let you. You will need to do more than any man has ever done in the history of the universe to force me to give up my title. I won't go down without a fight, nor do I expect you to give me a fight for this.  

He runs his fingers along the championship belt.

J2H: The Thunderdome is not set up for you to win like the Halloween bullshit was, and you still fucked up, nor is it set up for me to win, because I don't even know what the fuck this is, it's set up for you to take ya last shot at me. It's set up so we can be remembered for the first people stupid enough to step in this shit, but you won't be remembered as the first person to walk inside this thing, and walk out with the victory. You will be the first to be remembered as the guy who stepped in to the Thunderdome, got his ass kicked and left with his tail between his legs. Everyone remembers the greatest matches of all time, the firsts in our business. Not many remembers the losers. They'll be saying for many years to come. "Do you remember when J2H won the first ever Thunderdome match in SCW?" but no one will remember who I beat. I'll try and help you out Dmitri. I'll get a shirt printed up with J2H 4, Dmitri 0 written on it, just so people will think back at the times I've beat you and remember in what matches I beat you in.  

J2H uncrosses his legs for the first time and pushes himself to his feet, The SCW world championship in his fingers. He raises the belt over his shoulder and takes a step towards the camera.

J2H: I'm a man for firsts Dmitri, my record speaks for itself. I'm a man to take a belt and not let anyone come near it for nine long months, the first person to ever do that in SCW, and this guy will not be slowing down anytime soon. I was the first man to win in that stupid fucking bayou match someone dreamed up after watching a no budget horror film, but I was the first man to walk in that shit filled swamp and walk out as a winner. I will walk in to this thing and have the first on my record again in a positive light, because I will be the first man to walk out of here, SCW's first Thunderdome match, with the victory.

He nods his head confidently as he looks around the ring.

J2H: I ain't scared of this or what you can do to me in here. I will never be scared of that, so expect this to go one way. You go cancel your victory party, and by that I mean tell Tuscini to go home to his can of soup, cause you ain't gonna have nothing to celebrate bro. You're just gonna be sitting there trying to figure out where you go from here, cause this ain't gonna be the start of a big championship run, it ain't gonna be anything but you having to go and pick on someone in the midcard area, cause that's as high as you're ever gonna get. You ain't got  chance of beating that level and you ain't got a chance of beating me either.

He puts his arms out to the side, moving around the ring in a circle.

J2H: In your fantasy world, Dmitri, I'm human, I'm prey to you, but this is my jungle, the six sided SCW ring is where I hunt. This dome means you won't escape from me. Get ready Dmitri, because I will be ending your hopes of ever becoming the world champion, at High Stakes VI. That's real talk bitch!

J2H walks past the camera as the scene fades out.

 OOC: This was originally meant to be for the supercard, but agreed to a one RP limit after this was written. As this links in with Melody's roleplay, I thought I'd post it here.

---

Well the big question was asked in Sardinia, maybe not the question Melody Grace was hoping for, but the question of moving in. The two have taken it more than slow as of late, maybe to suit J2H more than Melody, yet progress is progress, and Melody learned a long time ago that if you hold something too tight, you'll crush it. Her patience was likened to a saint at times when it came to J2H, but the question was finally asked and Melody was moving in.

It was a brave mood from a man who, regardless of riches and endless fake friends, has always found comfort in being alone. While your typical rich kid was throwing parties every night of the week and buying things for the sake of out spending their other rich friend, J2H prefered not to waste money just like that, and he didn't move in just anyone for the sake of it.

In fact, he'd never done it, he'd never took this step before to bring someone in to his world this much. Melody's excitement was natural, she'd got what she'd always wanted, she'd got her dream guy, and that excited J2H. He knew the stress is yet to come with things being moved around and his world was to become mixed in with Melody's, but the excitement was there.

But then she was gone again.

Not by choice but this movie she was filming was indeed holding a slow down sign up in front of their relationship, and Melody was off to shoot her scenes again after some time over the weekend moving some stuff in, but once more, he was alone in a big house.

Simpson had gone to visit family for a couple of days, and the house was under his ultimate control, no one to lean on and just a duck for company.

Yes, just a duck. James and Dexter, nothing more, nothing less for a few days.

Still the thoughts of Dmitri posing a threat on Sunday wasn't in the champions mind. He was calm and confident as usual, even if weary that a referee will screw him over like she did do to his girlfriend not too long ago. He has said he wouldn't be wrestling if she was the referee and was confident he could change the referee before the match. He didn't care who it was, just as long as it wasn't her.

Still that wasn't the overwhelmining feeling today...

No Melody... No Simpson... Just him... and a duck...

---

Loneliness, it's something we all feel. It doesn't matter if you're the prince or the pauper, the king of the castle or the butler, it's an emotion we all share at some point and today is a day where J2H can relate as he sits on the roof of his mansion in Beverly Hills. Behind him is an open bay window, which leads to his seated place - a flat area protruding out high above the grounds of his estate. Next to him, in his cross legged position sits a cooler full of beer, the house behind him empty and quiet, as Melody continues to shoot her movie in Canada and Simpson has gone to visit family. His eyes peer around the front of his house, looking down at the car in his driveway, the fountain that sit randomly shooting water in to the air and the gravel path. Turning his head to the left, he gazes upon the row of mansions, super cars parked outside the doors of many, and limousines, waiting to pick up people who live inside. He looks to the front of him, seeing a row of tall trees cutting in to the skyline as they blow gently in the breeze along a quiet road. He sighs deeply as he talks to himself.

J2H: I guess this is what I always expected.

For a man who looks at the world below him, deep down, he knew that he would be this way someday, a man with money yet not a lot else. Money is one kind of riches, but friends, family and genuine people are the kind of riches most people have. He wanted it all but knew that he would spend his life like this. He had money, he had possessions, he had Melody, but when she was away, he felt like he had very little. He has people tuning in week after week to see him verbal destroy the SCW roster, he is adored by many, but when it comes to real people in his life, he didn't have much.

J2H: This is what my life is when Melody isn't around, or when I'm not out there being fake as fuck to people to make them put money in the pocket of my bosses.

He didn't have many, if any, people he would call or consider a friend. Melody has tried, but the truth is, he hated most of her friends, one in particular, in fact he probably only liked one. Despayre thinks he's a friend, and although loveable to some, not so much to J2H, regardless of the pictures that are out there of the two together. Mikah, she was a strange case, she wanted to be his friend, but the fact that she's married to someone he would never get on with, would always keep him one step away from her.

He reaches for a beer in the bucket, popping the cap off with his thumb and pulling the tinted bottle to his lips, taking a gulp as the breeze blows his hair to the left side.

J2H: I'm better than this. I'm better than sitting on a rooftop, drinking beer at ten in the morning on a Monday.

He shrugs his shoulders, his tattooed arms feeling the warmth of the morning sun as his mind drifted.  

What if this is what it's meant to be? He knew his life was eighty percent Melody, and twenty percent work? Is this the perfect balance? He's seen people rush off to be with their friends more than concentrate on what's going on around them. He's seen Melody head off and party with her friends on some island, before bouncing towards another friend. Did the fact that he has no one that close make him a better champion? Maybe being friendless was best for his career, because he could focus on what needed to be done in the ring. Maybe this is why he is unstoppable.

J2H: Maybe it is.

A smile passes over his face as he thinks back through his past. He never did have any close friends, probably because of the ways of a rich kid. Rich kids would always stab each other in the back, buy more expensive things just to spend more than someone else. The distraction of friends held back many, but lack of friends may have played a big part in why he has excelled at everything he has done.  

QUACK!  

Before his train of thought can continue, the noise distracts him and he looks to his right to see Dexter the duck sitting next to him on the ledge, just looking out at the area in front of him.  

J2H: Now I know you didn't fly your lazy ass up here.

Dexter: QUACK!

Dexter waddles around in a circle moving his head towards the cooler of beer and hitting his beak on a cold bottle.

J2H: You can't even pick up a bottle.

J2H looks at the duck with his eyebrow raised as Dexter continue to peck at the bottle, a small sound of beak on glass coming from the cooler.

J2H: Plus is I opened that and gave you a chance to drink it, and Melody found out, we'd both end up grounded.

J2H turns away from the duck, looking at the trees once more as he lifts his beer to his lips, taking another sip.

J2H: You turning up at random times I should expect now, huh? I mean I asked Melody to move in and you and whatever else she decides to bring is part of the deal. Those few boxes of essentials she brought over in the couple of hours she flew back for over the weekend, I'm guessing that is just the tip of the iceberg.

Dexter: QUACK!

He rolls his eyes as he keeps the beer close to his lips.

J2H: I thought as much. When she next gets home and starts to move things in, which could be God knows when considering they're trying to tie up this shitty movie.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H raises a hand up to the duck as he shakes his head.

J2H: Not shitty because Melody is in it, because Drake Green is in it. He couldn't act wet if he was standing in the rain.

Dexter: QUACK!

A smile crosses J2H's lips as he puts his thumb up to the duck and smiles.

J2H: Glad you agree on that one. I just have no clue when Melody is even gonna get back. I mean I moved some stuff to the spare room behind us, put it all away neatly so that Melody can get the bulk of her stuff and move it in to our room when she gets back, but not even I know when she's gonna get back. I don't even think she knows when she's gonna get back. With Simpson away too, I'm stuck with just you, cause it feels like you moved in months before Melody is.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H: Don't take that tone with me. You spent more time fucking around in my pool than I do. Don't think I don't know you come over when I'm not here and spend ya time nose diving off my diving board. I'm on to you.

J2H waves a finger at Dexter, as Dexter turns his head away from him, as if he's ignoring him.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H: I know you do come over and do that so time for some ground rules duck face.

J2H shakes his head, looking towards the sky.

J2H: Fuck, I sound just like Melody.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H: No one asked you, now are you listening?

Dexter turns his head towards J2H as if he's listening to him.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H: Number one, stay out of my bedroom, I don't want to go in there and there's you jumping on my bed. Two, no parties when I'm away, you lot are messy little birds and I'm not dealing with cleaning up after you and neither is Simpson. Three, no bringing female ducks in to my house. I have enough dealing with you, but if you go knocking up other ducks and someone turns up here with a whole bunch of them, sending you to the garden shed. It's what you'd deserve. Also, no doing shit and running to Melody to hide, because that is not cool Dexter. I know you do it and she thinks you can do no wrong, but I'm on to you ya feathery little fucker.  

Dexter turns his head away from J2H.

J2H: Don't play innocent with me duck. I know what you're like even if Melody doesn't see it, I do.  

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H: You can say that all you want, I know what you're like and I know what to expect from you. If ever there was rebel duck, it would be you.

Dexter: QUACK!

A realisation crosses J2H's mind as he scratches the side of his cheek, looking out around the area surrounding him before looking back at the duck waddling around the ledge.  

J2H: Why the fuck am I talking to a duck like he's a person. He's a damn duck!  

He looks towards Dexter, slowly shaking his head.

J2H: Right you ball of feathers, let's go back inside, so I can actually get ready and go out and have a life and talk to some real people.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H pulls himself towards the window of the spare bedroom, pulling himself inside and swinging his legs around and forcing them towards the floor. He turns around and grabs the beer cooler and slides it in the window and Dexter follows him in, jumping to the floor. J2H turns around, looking at the bed in the spare room as eyes widen. Muddy duck shaped footprints cover the usually white crisp sheets.  

J2H: DEXTER!

J2H turns around towards the duck who looks at him, with his bill in the air for a few seconds before turning his head away and waddling towards the door.

J2H: Get here!

Dexter stops, raising his bill again before turning away sharply with an expression that can only be described as if someone was to say "I said good day, sir!"

Dexter: QUACK!

Dexter waddles off out of the room, as J2H stands looking at the door, his eyes narrowed as he growls softly under his breath.

J2H: That fucking duck!

The scene fades out.

---

Melody was home sooner than we thought. Her surprise appearance (Melody's promo, it's all there) got more than a smile out of the SCW World Champion. He did miss her when she was away, even if sometimes, the words wouldn't pass his lips all the time. It was that time he was partly looking forward to, the day Melody Grace moved in to his family home, a place that was given to him by his illusive and yet unseen parents. This was a brave step for the young man, who has lived alone, with just the aide of Simpson from when he was sixteen, where his parents are is a story for another day, but he had got used to not having the closeness of one person with him in a relationship sense, but he wasn't nervous as he laid on his bed.

In his hand was a magazine, the very same wrestling magazine that he wrote for last week. He laid in just shorts, as sounds can be heard from a room just off his bedroom. Boxes sit outside the door of this room, stacked to waist height. Melody moves out of the room, her eyes tired yet bright. J2H lowers the magazine to look at her.

J2H: Are you sure you don't need any help there? You've been running in and out of there for an hour.

Melody shakes her head as she smiles towards him.

Melody: No, I'm fine, I know where I want my clothes to go and you don't so ner.

She playfully pokes her tongue out at J2H, who smiles back towards her.  

J2H: Well I cleared out half the space in there while you was away, moved a lot of my stuff to the spare room for now, so you can put what you needed in there.

Melody: Thank you babe.

A bright smile crosses her face as she blows him a kiss, picking up the nearest box and taking it in to the walk in wardrobe.

J2H: Are you sure you don't need help?

Melody: I'm sure.

Her voice leaves the walk in wardrobe to travel through the bedroom as he raises the magazine to his eyes again.

J2H: If you're sure.

Melody: I am. I will start putting these away soon, once I line them all up and put them in order.

He raises an eyebrow as he lowers the magazine down to his chest.

J2H: Put what in order babe?

Melody: My shoes. I mean you can't put heels next to running shoes, or mix them in, you can't put casual shoes in with heels. Plus you need to put your outfits that could go with them above them, so you don't have to run around the place and get confused.

J2H: I'm already confused. How many pairs of shoes do you have?

Melody: Ummmm, a few.

J2H sits up straight as he looks towards the door of the walk in wardrobe, biting his lip with curiosity.

J2H: How many is a few?

Melody: Well, all those boxes I've brought in over the last hour, they've all been shoes, and you see the boxes outside the door? They're all shoes too.

J2H runs his fingers through his hair as he looks in disbelief at the boxes that sit towards the end of the bed, already knowing that at least four boxes have already crossed over the threshold of the room. Simpson enters the room, carrying another box and places it down next to the other boxes.

J2H: More shoes?

Simpson: I believe so sir.

J2H places his hands on his head, running his fingers through his hair as he slowly shakes his head.

Simpson: Also sir, don't forget in two hours, we have that meeting.  

J2H: I won't Simpson. It's very important to me that this meeting takes place today. The sooner it's done, the better.

Simpson nods as he looks towards J2H.

Simpson: I should have the car ready to go in ninety minutes sir.

J2H: Thank you Simpson. I should probably tell Melody about this.

Simpson leaves the room, in search for more boxes as J2H swings his legs around, planting them on the floor and stands up, throwing the magazine on the bed and moves towards the door of the walk in wardrobe, picking up a box as he reaches them and shuffling around them and moving in the door. His face turns to unsurity as he sees Melody sitting on the floor, no clothes on the hangers, no shoes on the racks, just Melody on the floor with neat piles of shoes everywhere. J2H puts the box down in the room next to her, the thudding sound causing her to turn her head and look up at him with a warm smile.

J2H: So you've been in here an hour and you haven't actually put shoes on the shelf or anything like that?

Melody shakes her head with lowered eyebrows, as if he'd asked a stupid question.

J2H: Like not one pair on a rack?

Melody: You can't do that. You need to work out how many pairs of what you have, so you don't run out of space. I mean if I started putting my heels on there first, and then running shoes next to them, and I run out of space for my heels and I have more heels, than I have to take the running shoes off and start all over again. It's called being smart Jam.

J2H: It's called having too many pairs of shoes Mel, there's hundreds of pairs of shoes. Why does anyone need so many shoes?  

Melody: Because us women need so many outfits, especially when we are in public J. No one likes getting photographed wearing the same thing within a month.

J2H: I couldn't give a fuck what people catch me wearing.  

Melody: That's because you're a man J. Men don't care about these things, women do care about these things.

J2H: Still doesn't explain why I'm drowning in a sea of shoes. Do photographers photograph feet much?

Melody: No, but why do you have all these shoes?

Melody points behind her to his side of the room, where all different styles of shoes run along the length of the room on four shelves coming up from the floor.

Melody: And I don't have that many baseball caps either.

The camera moves along to the next shelf up, filled from one end of the room to the other with baseball caps of various colours and designs. J2H shrugs at Melody.

J2H: I'm a collector.

He sits on the floor behind Melody, wrapping his arms around her from behind and putting his chin on her shoulder.  

Melody: So am I, I collect shoes that go with the outfits I collect.

She runs her hand up his cheek, moving it around to his neck, running her slender fingers back around to his cheek.

Melody: Did you come in here just to be nosey about how many pairs of shoes I have? I mean I can probably give some away if you think there's too many to move in?

J2H: Don't be stupid Mel. There's lots of space here for them and around the house. I was however being very nosey about what was going on in here. You've been here for an hour or so without needing help from me, so I got curious.

Melody: You missed me, didn't you?

J2H looks away from Melody as he smiles uncontrollably. Melody pulls his face back towards her with her forefinger.

Melody: Go on, admit it.

She smiles, as he pokes his lower lip out.

J2H: Maybe just a little bit. Also, I needed to actually tell you something.  

Melody: Oh?

Melody shuffles away from J2H, spinning on the spot as she pulls her legs in to avoid making contact with J2H, using her hands to spin and moving closer, her arms wrapping around his neck.

J2H: Yeah, I think we kinda need to make this whole moving in thing official now, because it's really, really happening. It's happening right at this moment in time. Well, sort of when you put these shoes away instead of making neat piles.

Melody playfully pushes J2H in the chest as he smiles back at her.  

J2H: So I kinda make this appointment with someone so we can go and make it all official that you live here and stuff.

Melody: Oh I already send out change of address cards when I got back to Canada. I started sending them out when I had a break from filming, so everyone knows I already live here. Dexter told me he's already done the same thing.

J2H: How many friends can that duck even have? He has no fingers, he can't write.

Melody shrugs her shoulders at J2H as the young man looks confused.

Melody: Beats me, but he told me he did it and I believe him.

J2H rolls his eyes at Melody as he quickly shakes his head at her.  

J2H: Anyway, in just under ninety minutes, a car will be here and we need to go deal with some stuff, make everything official.

Melody: Are we gonna go get married?

Her eyes widen with excitement as she considers the thought, but her look quickly changes to disappointment as he shakes his head towards her.

J2H: God no, where did that come from? We're not getting married today, we're just gonna go and get everything above board now because we live together.

Melody smiles at him as she locks her fingers around his neck and shuffles in closer.

Melody: I'm never gonna get tired of saying or hearing that we live together. Maybe we should have a party for that.

His mind instantly thinks back to the friends of hers that he doesn't like, knowing she'll be more than disappointed if they wasn't invited and quickly chooses to brush off the suggestion.

J2H: We can talk about that later babe, but for now, we need to get ready for this thing. Need you to dress smart, business like, not like going out evening wear or classy party thing. Just business.

Her curiosity deepens, but he quickly moves forward and plants a quick kiss on her lips before pulling away.

J2H: All this stuff can wait till later. We need to get ready.

J2H smiles at Melody as she continues to look curious and the scene fades to black.

---

Let's fade in to an office block in Los Angeles. J2H, dressed smartly in a business suit, black and well fitting, with a white shirt and black shoes, looks out over the bustling streets below. Cars shoot by as his eyes follow them as Melody joins him by the window of the building. Melody, wearing a grey business suit, the skirt just hanging below her knee, turns and looks toward J2H.

Melody: What are we doing here Jam?

He turns his attention towards Melody, his hand sliding down to meet hers as he wraps his fingers around her smaller hand.

J2H: We need to sign a few papers babe. Nothing major, it just needs to be done.

Melody raises her eyebrow at J2H, confused by his demeanour as he watches the cars drive past, his eyes moving but his head staying in the same position.

Melody: I get worried when you get like this babe, can you just tell me why we're half way up in the sky.

He turns to Melody, looking at her with a blank expression on his face. He clears his throat.

J2H: Alright. Well we now live together so I figured it was time to go all in with that and  

Before he can continue, a secretary opens a light wooden door to the side of the two, catching their attention.

Secretary: Mr Swanson will see you now.

J2H nods towards her as he looks towards Melody, jerking his head towards the door and he and Melody make a move towards it. The walk through the door where a man sits behind a desk, with two chairs opposite.

Melody: Um, hi.

J2H: Melody this is Steven Swanson, my attorney.

Melody: Nice to meet you.

Steven: You too, I've heard so much about you.

Melody looks towards J2H as the two take seats opposite Steven.

Steven: I was surprised at your request James, but I do have the papers all written up for you.

Melody looks confused as Steven hands J2H a folder, with a pen. He quickly glances his eyes over the papers before signing his name at the bottom. He slides them in front of Melody.

J2H: Basically Mel, these papers are signing over half the house to you. It stops being mine, it becomes ours in case anything ever happens to me. It all becomes yours.

Melody's eyes widen as she looks at him with surprise.

Melody: But James, this is your family house. It has been in your family for years.

J2H: Yes, and it was handed to me by my parents and then they fucked off, now it's mine to do what I want for it. It was my family home, it now becomes our family home.

Melody looks surprised as she takes the pen in her hand, but Steven's voice pulls away her attention.

Steven: I also took the liberty of writing this up James.  

He reaches for another folder and places it in front of J2H.

J2H: What is it?

Steven: It's an agreement to say that if you two ever split up,  Melody can not lay claim to your personal property and the house reverts back to you.  

J2H looks over the document, his eyes reading down the words.

J2H: I don't know about this. I mean it could protect me but...

Melody takes the folder from him and looks at it.

Melody: It's ok, if this is what you want.

J2H stares silently at Melody before looking uneasily at Steven behind his desk and Melody moves her eyes over the pages.

Melody: If I sign this can I get a puppy?

J2H scratches his blonde hair as he looks towards Melody.

J2H: No...  

Melody: But it will be my puppy and this says everything that is mine will stay mine sooo I could legally get a puppy...

J2H: That's not what it means Melody.  

Melody: I have a question, if I sign this does that mean I'm not allowed to eat your candies because I'm already in violation of that...

J2H: Seriously Mel?  

Melody: What?  

J2H: It's for if we ever break up, at the moment what's mine is yours and what's yours in mine...  

Melody: But I don't want to break up.

J2H: I'm not saying we are going to, I'm saying this is important for us in case anything happens to us.

Melody: Okay fine...  

Melody holds her hand over the page, about to put pen to paper.

Melody: Hang on, what if we break up and you try and take my stuff.  

J2H: Highly unlikely...

Melody: I have better design and fashion sense than you so I wouldn't highly doubt that.  

J2H: Trust me you and your unicorns are safe.

Melody: Well if you say so.  

Melody signs her name on the page and hands the paper back to J2H. He hovers the pen above the paper before looking back at Melody. Unsure of his actions, he bites his lip before turning back and signing the paper. As if a lightning bolt of knowledge hits him, he turns his head back to Melody.

J2H: Wait a sec, you didn't even read all of it.

Melody: I don't have to, I don't want your stuff James I just want you.

A smile breaks out on J2H's face as he looks at his girlfriend.

J2H: This is all meaningless anyway, because I kinda like having you around so don't think I'll be getting rid of you.

Melody smiles as she squeezes his knee.  

J2H: But signing the other paper is important. It stops things from being my house and becomes our house. Everything stops being my choice only and becomes our choice.

He slides the other document in front of Melody and places the pen on top of it.

Melody: Are you sure?

J2H: A million percent.

Melody jolts her head back as she looks at J2H.

Melody: That's a lot of percent.

J2H: But not nearly enough.

Melody grins as she picks up the pen and signs her name on it, instantly becoming half owner of J2H's entire estate. She closes the folder and puts the pen on top of it before placing it on top of the other folder. J2H picks up the folders, and places them in front of Steven. He opens the folders and scans the legal documents with his eyes before closing the folder and nodding towards J2H before turning towards Melody.

Steven: Congratulations young lady, you're now a homeowner.

A smile passes over her face as she squeezes J2H's knee in excitement.

J2H: Thanks Steven.

He turns to Melody with a smile on his face.

J2H: Celebrate or back to our house?

Melody: Our house.

The scene fades out as the two stand up, J2H reaching over the desk to shake hands with Steven.