OOC notes: First off, this is meant to go after Melody Grace's RP, so stop reading at this point and wait till hers is posted, then come back to this one. I had to post early, explanation just below.

Secondly, I'm sorry for the no coding, and the sub par RP, but a family emergency has thrown me very much through a loop and my mind isn't with it today.

Third, Good luck to Connor, hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

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Ok first, you need to go and watch Melody's promo because this one continues right on from that. Go on, read it.

She was only kidding about only kidding about this not being continued, because it is being continued.

Melody breathes deeply, looking at J2H, his eyebrows lowered after hearing everything that Melody has said. He runs his hand along his chin, thinking thoughtfully.

J2H: All that happened in the time you was away?

Melody nods slowly, her head covered by the covers in a hoodie shape, covering her blonde hair.

J2H: So you upped and left and all that crazy shit happened?

Another slow nod comes from Melody as she looks at J2H with sad eyes. He runs his hand over his head, troubled look on his face.

J2H: It's just...

Melody: You don't have to say anything, but you asked.

A mumble comes from J2H's lips.

J2H: Wish I never now.

He clears his throat.

J2H: Ok, so now I know where you went, what happened, all that shit but I still have no idea why you'd walk in to that life instead of sitting there and working out our shit storm of a life, you went and got involved in someone else's shit storm. Fuck if you wanted drama, I think you coulda seen enough of it with me.

Melody rolls her eyes as J2H can not stop himself from turning in to the old him. She pulls the blanket around her face to avoid the stern stare moving it's way across the room to Melody. J2H moves to the base of the bed, sitting down and keeping his eyes on Melody. He waits patiently as Melody pulls the blanket from her face.

Melody: I just told you about one of the most disturbing times of my life and you turn this about you!

J2H: More like us, but whatever.

Melody: Ugh!

Melody covers her head with the blanket as J2H looks through the window behind her, the morning sun breaking through. A yawn escapes his lungs and he looks at his watch.

J2H: Look, I thank you for telling me about that. I thank you for opening up at last and I'm sorry if you don't like the fact that that raises more questions than answers. I can't help it if it makes me sit there and wonder why you left and run to Derek. So many questions that need answering here.

He runs his hand over his head, looking towards the covered face of Melody.

J2H: I mean out of all the people you knew, Odette, Gabriel, Roxi, Misty, fuck, even Candy, you upped and went to Norway. You ran away not only out of the city, not only out of the state, state, not only out of the country, but off the continent to a place you've never expressed any interest in before, a country you never once mentioned, a country full of snow and shit, I mean that makes no sense to me at all, not one little bit, I mean come on.

He stands up, walking away from Melody, his hands on the back on his head as he faces the opposite direction.

J2H: Even though it was a phony wedding, with a phony idiot calling it, was it that bad that you ran to a country that had no meaning?

He throws his arms up in the air.

J2H: I mean you had everything that you wanted, ok, we wasn't married but you had the guy you wanted to be with. You had the guy you fantasized about taming, you had the guy you wanted to settle down with so why would you do that? Why would you run and hide so no one could find you instead of fighting for what we had so maybe...

J2H shrugs his shoulders

J2H: Just maybe you could have had the friend you wanted now, the friend you're fighting to keep, yeah, I said keep because God knows there's times I wanna run and say fuck this, but no, you had to make things more complicated by running away and not working on what you're trying to get now. If you would have stayed, maybe we coulda got through it, but not you, noooooooooo, you had to make it harder than it should have been, you had to make it tougher because that's what you do. Your mind is so running fast, you don't even come up with the dangers or the consequences.

A smug look crosses J2H's face as he tries to shock Melody in to the unthought of realities of her leaving.

J2H: No thought of the people around you, no thought of anyone, and you expected to be let back in to people's lives? Just cause Roxi, and all those Twitter clowns let you back so easy, never meant I was, cause I was the person you was actually with for a long time.

J2H mutters under his breath to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

J2H: If this doesn't open her eyes, nothing will.

J2H: You got to go off and be happy go lucky Melody, skipping in to that horror story for no reason, while I had to sit here and deal with people laughing at me, they were laughing at me everywhere I went, people were pointing at me for falling for this trick that you and that idiot Despayre dreamed up. Little kids were laughing at me when I worked so fucking hard to look good and be the best. I came back to SCW with one of the greatest minds in wrestling with James Ringo, and a former World Champion in Giani Di Luca. I was set to fly to the greatest highs of my life with those guys and you came along, you started to fit in brilliantly and then boom, took away my motivation to even breathe. For what?

Another smirk on his face, clearly trying to push Melody's buttons.

J2H: To go star in a strangers horror film. Well bravo, great choice Melody, run off and do something you never expressed interest in before. Fuck, it wouldn't have got to me much if you joined the circus but Norway... What have you got to say for yourself?

J2H spins around on his heels, looking at Melody's face still covered by the blanket.

J2H: Nothing? That's what I expected.

J2H moves towards Melody, bending down and opening it to see Melody fast asleep, breathing in and out slowly. J2H sighs deeply

J2H: And you didn't hear a word of it...

He sighs once more.

J2H: Finally get everything off my chest and ya fall asleep. Fuck this!

J2H turns around, walking towards the room door, reaching his hand out for the door handle and grabbing hold of it, pulling it down. He stops and inhales, looking over his shoulder towards Melody and turns towards her. He walks over, leaning down putting her arm over his shoulder, and his other arm under her legs. He lifts her off the floor and moves her towards his bed, gently laying her down on the bed, resting her head on her pillow. He looks at the blanket on the floor and moves over, picking it up and moving it towards her. He pulls the blanket over her and Melody subconsciously reaches out and pulls the top of the blanket over her, breathing deep and slow. J2H turns around and heads towards the door.

J2H: I need a drink...

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Somewhere in Okayama, Japan. The sounds of an out of tune singing male voice is heard. The camera moves around to show J2H sitting at a bar in a karaoke bar. He sits alone as the awful sounds of a Michael Jackson song being butchered, makes him wince. He slowly shakes his head as the music fills the room and he places his hand around a frosty glass of beer, picking it up and raising it to his lips, the weight of the world on his shoulders, as the story from Melody earlier burns deep in his mind, adding more weight...

Again, Melody's promo... see it!

The story troubled him greatly, although it explained so much about the change in Melody. On the outside, you see that bright, bubbly blonde that's always been there but underneath, there's a darker side, a much more forward side than ever before, that alone was troubling, but the reasons behind it trouble him more. Who should have to live that, why should she have to live that. I know you people listening to my voice right now don't know what I'm going on about but it isn't my story to tell, this is Melody's and she'll tell it in her own time, but hearing it weighed down on the young SCW World Heavyweight champion.

Through the story of Melody's disappearance, came some sort of explanation for J2H about what happened that drunken night where he became a 'husband' for the first, and only time, trust me, it is the only time. If all he knew it would take was a big bowl of ice cream for her to spill the beans, he would have done this ages ago. Ok, maybe pushing Melody to the edge since her return, and a little hashtag Twitter blow up might have helped but if it was just ice cream, she'd have got all the ice cream in the world for these answers.

The trouble look from the events of earlier are clearly etched in the young man's mind since he left Melody asleep in his room, and the trouble translates to the look on his face as he stares in to the glass. His patience starts to thin as the karaoke loving singer starts to increasingly get on J2H's last nerve.

J2H: Can someone please tell that fucking clown he can't sing? It's ten in the morning, who comes here to sing at ten in the morning? Don't these people have jobs? Why can't they just be here to drink like normal people.

Irony much?

He reaches for the glass, picking it up again and taking a gulp from his beer, when Simpson approaches J2H from behind.

Simpson: There you are sir, I've been looking all over for you, I did not expect to find you in a place like this at this time of the morning.

J2H: What's wrong with the place? Other than the shit music, the people who should be working, the smell and the bad beer?

J2H picks up his glass and looks around as Simpson moves to his side, sitting next to him at the table.

Simpson: What's wrong sir? You don't seem yourself.

J2H: I'm not myself Simpson, I've been thinking way too much lately, there's just way too much going on and it makes me wonder Simpson. It makes me wonder what life would have been like if I wasn't actually a wrestler.

Simpson: Think of all the things you would have missed sir

J2H picks up his glass of beer, taking a huge gulp.

J2H: What I never had, I wouldn't have missed, I wouldn't have known it was there so I wouldn't have missed it.

Simpson: You wouldn't have seen so many places.

A raised eyebrow comes from J2H as he looks at Simpson.

J2H: Of course I would have. I'd have seen the world in my own time without getting people bruising me. I'd have seen everything I wanted to and not been to these god awful places I have to go to just by being an SCW employee. I mean why would I go to the ass end of Africa by choice? No one would, let alone me.

Simpson: How about the people you've met sir? You'd have never have met them if you was sitting at home watching on television.

J2H: The people that drive me away from being normal? Oh yeah Simpson, I so need them in my life.

A sarcastic tone falls from J2H's mouth as he cocks his eyebrow towards Simpson as he runs his hand through his hair.

Simpson: These people have grown to be your friends.

J2H: Pfst! Friends? You can see all my friends around me right now.

J2H points around him to spaces where no one sits.

J2H: Could you imagine my life without wrestling? I have always had money, I've always been able to do what I want, when I want. People flock to me anyway, always have.

Simpson: But sir, they may have flocked to you for the money and because you wasn't slow to spend, they wasn't real friends.

J2H: And these people are my real friends?

Simpson: I would hazard a guess that Ms Grace, Mr Williams and even Mr Despayre would count you as their real friends.

J2H: Three people who are pains in the asses at times. I have had Despayre running around telling people we're friends, but the guy has contributed to some of my worse days. Casey runs around chasing whoever has gold, and Melody, ah Melody.

Simpson: She has been there for you sir.

J2H: Even when I don't want her to be. You know Simpson, I spent all night with her, and I thought we was getting somewhere and then something happened and I spent hours talking to her about something completely different. I feel like I'm two steps forward and five steps back.

Simpson: Ok, what about the respect you're earning. Did you hear Tommy Knocks earlier calling you the best wrestler there is at the moment?

J2H: Well he's stating the obvious, so mad props to Tommy, but I worked hard for it. He also told me my stock was down this week. Guy gets confused way too much but just think Simpson, if I never stepped in the ring. Just think I could have left Beverly Hills, I could have bought an island and gone there and not had to deal with some people.

Simpson: But would you have been happy sir?

J2H runs his fingers over his head, his mind wandering.

J2H: I'd like to think so.

J2H tilts his head as if he's thinking.

***DAY DREAM!***

J2H looks up at the sun, laying on a sun lounger on a beach. The clear blue ocean licks the golden sand of the beach where J2H rests, his eyes covered by expensive looking sunglasses. On his right sits a drink, clear in colour. He reaches out his hand and pulls it in, taking a sip before replacing it on the little white table. Two bikini clad women walk past him, looking at the young man rested and relaxed on the beach. He stares at the women, lowing his sunglasses and meeting their gaze.

J2H: Man, I love this life of mine.

***Back to current time***

J2H: Sort, sweet but year, beach James loves his damn life and I wanna be beach James some time in the near future.

Simpson: So what does that mean for your SCW career sir? Are you going to walk away from it all?

An arrogant look crosses J2H's face.

J2H: Fuck no! I didn't give this title belt up when I got injured, I ain't no Drake Green but when I lose it, I'll be thinking of being beach James then. Till then, I have some people to prove wrong.

Simpson: Like who sir?

J2H: Well for a start, I wanna show Tommy Knocks that if my stock is down, it's temporary. Form is temporary but I got class and class is permanent.

Simpson: Yes sir.

J2H: And then there's Connor Murphy, I'm sick of listening to him, sick of him talking about me not pinning him and on Sunday Simpson, that changes... In fact I got a lot to say about Connor Murphy....

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Sitting in the gardens of the Koraku-en, J2H sits on the north bank of the Aashi river. His eyes look on the calm flowing water as it passes him by. He runs his hand across his head, underneath a black baseball cap. The rest of his body is covered by three quarter length khaki pants and a white sleeveless shirt, resting behind a thick gold chain handing around his neck and the SCW World Heavyweight championship sitting across his lap, the sun's midday rays reflecting off the gold and sending streams of light bouncing all over the nearby grass area. He looks at the water, inhaling deeply as he sits lost in his own mind.

J2H: If ever there was a week I should have said fuck it and gone home to avoid all the drama and shit, this week was it.

The words fall from his mouth as he mumbles to himself, still lost in his own mind. Slowly he looks towards the camera.

J2H: Casey Williams, Ben Jordan, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, all came and tried to take what's mine, all three failed miserably, yet there's that one, that one nagging voice in my head, that one little mixed accent that sits ringing in my ears telling me  I haven't pinned him. Just the one voice out of thousands and that is the voice of Connor Murphy.

J2H let's out a sigh, turning away from the camera and looking at the water running past.

J2H: I've had James Tuscini sit there and make eyes at my belt, made his voice heard, and for the record Tuscini is not getting out of the match with  me just because he has a belt behind him, he's being offered an upgrade right here without me even taking his title from him. I've heard Rage ramble on and on about getting a shot at me. Why when he's asked me knowing he was a champion, gotta be jealousy cause he really thought he was gonna win my title and he just can't stand that I have it, no shot for you little jealous bitch. Hell, I think even that Dmitri idiot inadvertently declared his interest in a shot at my title by saying on the show last week that it didn't matter if he was booked against Rage or me on this show... Very subtle way of saying "I've been here five minutes but I don't care, I want a belt." Your self entitlement makes me sick Dmitri, but still, your voice is not as loud as that one voice, that voice of Connor Murphy.

A short sharp head shake from J2H shows his disappointment.

J2H: From day one I've done something different, I've lifting things up to a whole new level by taking on everyone before me, by offering shot after shot to people, yet apparently, that makes me weak. Apparently that makes me a bad champion, by letting things that are meant to happen, just happen. That makes me someone who is not worthy of the belt, but I have taken care of everyone put in front of me. I have responded to everyone who wanted to make a move for my big prize. How many other champions would have done that? How many other champions would have a film crew constantly around to respond to each and every person?  Go challenge Team Hero for a shot at their belts, you won't get an answer from them ever, but me, I was on the spot all the time to respond to everyone crawling out of the woodwork and trying to get undeserved shots at my title belt, which begs the question. Why did I break the mould and go and put a challenge out myself? Why did I sit there and actually come down to the ring to challenge Connor Murphy?

A slight growl passes his teeth and in to the open air.

J2H: Because of that voice, that voice that rings in my head telling me that I have never pinned Connor Murphy. That voice that constantly bugs the ever living shit out of me saying that I can not defeat this man, just because he got lucky not once, but twice. Yeah, the little bitch beat me in a match a while ago, that was the first time he got lucky. Then he was lucky enough not to be pinned at Blaze of Glory V when Travis just wasn't good enough to kick out of anything, but believe me, if I caught you with my move Connor, you wouldn't have been kicking out either, you wouldn't be able to tell me in that stupid mixed accent of yours that you've never been pinned by me. The only way to shut up that annoying whiny voice is to take it away from you, to take away your only justification in your head, the only hope you have by finally putting that ghost to rest. I have to silence that voice and leave you with nothing Connor. I have to stop it now so I can move on to better and more deserving people.

J2H tilts his head towards his left shoulder.

J2H: I'm not saying Tuscini is more deserving with his "Let's recap everything" style but he is a champion, what are you Connor? Where's your long list of achievements? Where's your list that rivals my two Roulette Championships, my Tag Team Championship, or my World Heavyweight Championship?

A cocky look crosses the young man's face.

J2H: Well, I'm waiting Connor.

J2H looks at his watch on his left wrist and back towards the camera.

J2H: I could be waiting here forever for you to catch up with what I've done. Well done, you've won the Tag Team titles, with Tim Staggs. I know Tim Staggs, I helped turn him in to a stronger less caring man by selling his soul to Brother Grimm. I made him in to a stronger person while he had those belts, so I think it's pretty clear who the stronger man was in the team and that you were lucky to have him as a partner, your title run was down to the fact that Tim Staggs was your partner.

A smile crosses J2H's face as he lowers his head, tilting it to the side and letting his eyes meet the camera.

J2H: Your entire claim to fame, the strongest thing you have going for you at the moment Connor is the fact that I have never pinned you. That you hold a victory over me before I took things to a level you will never, ever reach, that you with never get to bro. The level I'm at is way beyond anywhere you'll get in your career and I'm there in my early twenties. Sucks to be you bro.

J2H turns his head away from the camera.

J2H: After I beat you, pin you for all the world to see, what ya gonna say then, huh? "Hey, I'm the guy that's only been pinned once by J2H, but I can have another title shot because I've only lost once to him". Is that what it's gonna be bro? Is that where ya gonna go? Let me tell ya this for free, this is your last shot Connor, cause I beat people and move on, I kick their asses and I tick them off the list and move on to the next challenge, not that you're a challenge, you're more filler till I defend my title at Into The Void V. Seriously, you're filler, you're nothing more than someone to help me get ready to sell out a big Japanese arena where I can show this fans living in the dark ages, what wrestling really should be. Don't get me wrong Connor, I'm looking forward to shutting you up once and for all to get that stupid fake Irish accent bullshit to shut up and drop down to the lower levels where you belong, so you can go talk shit about people on your true level, but trust me, you are not walking out with my title.

J2H looks back at the camera.

J2H: There's nothing, not a thing that you can actually do to even get near me, you're not even in my league, you're not on my level, you're at the top because I let you be at the top. Do you really think anyone, including the staff here would have gave you the chance if I didn't step out there and hand it to you? You wouldn't be in the main event, you'd be chasing the Roulette title or something but I put you here, I let you step in to a place you don't belong. I pulled you up to a level that you shouldn't be at, just so I can knock you down again. Everything about you annoys me Connor, the fact that you're a Canadian wishing he was Irish annoys me, the stupid accent annoys me, the unfunny stuff you do with Pussy Willow annoys me, your hair annoys me, your face annoys me, your dress sense annoys me, your friends annoy me, your best friends sister, who is obviously trying to get her foot back in the door and will probably use this as an excuse for air time, annoys me, fuck, even your childhood pets annoy me!

J2H grits his teeth, talking through them.

J2H: There's not a damn thing about you that doesn't annoy me about you.

Ungritting his teeth, he raises his eyebrows confidently.

J2H: I've never met ya parents either, but they annoy me too.

He turns his attention to the river, his eyes looking towards the water.

J2H: There's not a thing on earth about you that doesn't annoy me Connor, not a thing and I want you to remember that the only reason you're where you are, is cause I let you be. I let you stand up that high on the card, not because you should be, but because I have all the power. I won't let you be this high up the card again after Sunday, I won't let you anywhere near me. You're gonna have to go someone else to annoy, or get ready for a nothing match at into The Void V, MY show, no one else's, my show, you should probably get ready for a match against a no one, to open the show with cause you're not coming anywhere near my main event match.

J2H inhales deeply

J2H: Stick to your drinking title, it reflects you so perfectly. It's meaningless, it's pointless, it's petty, it's not worth the little stick on name plate, it's so much like you, you should stick to that. You're proud you can be hungover in the morning, well big whoop, I'm proud I can kick ass and wake up as a real champion. I give out shots with my fist, you drink them from a glass, our titles reflect who we are, you are never gonna be worth my World title, stay at your level bro and mess around for a drinking title that has nothing but bragging rights, while I sit here with the respect that comes along here with my title.

He runs his fingers across the World Heavyweight championship.

J2H: I did hear everything you had to say about me at the show. A soap opera life on Twitter, huh? Guess what genius, my little time on Twitter keeps people interested in me, they couldn't give a fuck about you. People know my name, they know who I am, I connect with them, but you, no one cares who you are, no one is interested in you. If you got lucky to somehow take my title, people would still wonder who you are. This is why you could never be a top champion Connor, cause the only thing you can connect to is a shot glass. No one wants to see you as a champion and thanks to me, no one will have to see you as a champion, cause I will do all I can to stop you and send you back to that obscurity that you belong in.

J2H looks seriously down the camera.

J2H: But have no doubt about it in your mind Connor, none at all, that Sunday will be your last shot at glory. This will be the last time you get a chance to put your hands on my title, because I will put you in the same place as Rage and laugh every single time you mention my belt. I will laugh like I haven't laughed before because you're just gonna be like him, you're just gonna be as boring as Rage is, you're just gonna be a nothing in my eyes. You're going to be less than James Tuscini in my eyes, less than Dmitri and those guys have been here like five minutes. You'll go down to opening cards with the likes of Ryan Keys and Alex Rush before you know it.

A smirk crosses his face.

J2H: No matter how much you come at me bro, no matter how much you bring to this party, I'm sending you home with a shattered career and nothing left to hope for.

J2H stands up, pulling the SCW World Heavyweight championship over his shoulder.

J2H: That's real talk bitch!

J2H turns and walks away as the camera fades out.