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Outside of the ring is where Michael Harris sat on the floor of the cruise ship. He could hear the crowd’s loud cheers. He could hear J2H’s music blasting. He could feel his heart pounding through his chest. And more importantly he could feel the crippling disappointment settling in. The moment he came back to professional wrestling. It was his goal to be the very best. Enjoy this last run. Even if it meant others weren’t going to enjoy it. Then on top of all of that, make sure the run ended on his terms. He wasn’t going to get that luxury. Not after losing to J2H.
Slamming his hands against the floor, he then pushed himself up and began to storm to the back. He didn’t even want to look at J2H holding what he considered to still be his SCW Heavyweight Championship. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. He wasn’t meant to lose. He wasn’t meant to look weak. He damn sure wasn’t meant to be embarrassed but that’s exactly what happened. And the loss just happened. The outcome, the comments, the trolling, and everything in between hadn’t even started yet. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with.
The moment that he pulled that curtain aside and walked into the makeshift little “gorilla” position. He was met with several looks. Some of them were concerned about looks, but a lot of them were looks of happiness. Not that he should have expected anything less. No one in this company wanted to see him as champion. Not the two people that owned it. Not the commentators that had to announce him every week. Not the producers that dealt with him. Damn sure not the locker room or any of the fans. This was their moment to rejoice, he had finally lost and no longer had the title.
He continued onward. Storming past all of them and began to walk towards his room on the ship. Yet, he didn’t even get a few steps before he was being approached. This was something he should’ve seen coming. Anything to just rub it in a little more. Person that happened to be approaching him was the lead backstage reporter: Pussy Willow. Microphone in hand and smile across her lips as she attempted to get his attention.
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The Lead Reporter”
PUSSY ★ WILLOWExcuse me Michael... Michael Harris! I was wondering, if I could just get a quick moment of your time?
Harris didn’t even so much as look in her direction. He kept walking, in fact his pace had quickened a little. Faster he got to his room, the faster he would be out of sight, and would be at less risk to be bothered. Of course with her job being what it was. She wasn’t going to let up that easily.
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The Lead Reporter”
PUSSY ★ WILLOWOur live audience and plenty around the world just saw what took place. You went out there and defended your SCW Heavyweight Championship against the legend that is J2H. A man that many would consider being the greatest Heavyweight Champion of all time. That being said, your attempt at defending the championship was not a successful one. Could you give us any indication of how you’re feeling?
She was being professional when it came to her job, but he wasn’t having any of it. Still ignoring her existence. Although her voice was like nails on a chalkboard for him. Having to listen to her in any capacity was getting under his skin. It was making him want to lash out, but he kept his composure. He could see the rooms of the cruiseship up ahead. All he had to do was ignore her a little bit longer. He’d be at his room but again she wasn’t going to let up.
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The Lead Reporter”
PUSSY ★ WILLOWI understand that at least one of the emotions you’re likely feeling right now is frustration. Maybe even some disappointment. But I assure you the world wants to know about it? Even more so I assure you that the people want to know what’s next for you now that you’re no longer undefeated and that you’re no longer the champion. Where do you go from here? How do you recover from something like this? What’s next on the agenda?!
His blood was starting to boil now. She was pushing it just a little too much. Her questions in his head were almost condescending in a way. Like she was trying to make him feel horrible about himself. But again, he was determined to not lose it. It wasn’t going to do anything for him. Now as Harris approached his room and started to turn the door handle. Willow tried to get his attention once again.
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The Lead Reporter”
PUSSY ★ WILLOWMr. Harris. Would you---
Before she could even finish her statement. He had turned around and violently snatched the microphone out of her hand. Clearly understanding that this was a bad situation for her to be in. Willow took a couple of steps back away from him. Putting her hands up in a defensive manner.
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The Lead Reporter”
PUSSY ★ WILLOWI’m just trying to do my job!
Uttering those words out of her mouth as if it was going to do something. Hoping it would save her or spare her for what could be cooked up in that mind of his. After all he had proven in the past to be a very devious person when he wanted to be. That being said he slammed the microphone he had taken away from her against the wall and shattered it into pieces. Glaring up at her. Saying one sentence.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISLeave me the hell alone!
Not another word came out of his mouth. Willow nodded her head and quickly walked away from him. Harris took it upon himself to walk inside the room slamming the door shut behind him. His hands quickly began to drag through his soaked-sweat hair as he paced around the room. That anger was really starting to consume him. It was starting to make him spiral out of control. Each passing moment he was being forced to deal with the reality of what had taken place tonight. Frustration, dissatisfaction, disappointment, and feeling completely deflated were all emotions he was dealing with.
So much was running through his mind at that moment. Including the questions Willow had tried to ask. What was next? How does he recover? Where does he go from here? At this particular moment, Harris didn’t see a future for himself. He didn’t think there was anything next. He didn’t think he would recover. He didn’t think there was a point in even continuing onward with his career in Sin City Wrestling. Every single person from James, to management, to the locker room, to the fans. Every single one of them got what they wanted. He failed, he lost it all, and now he had no other choice but to go away... for good.
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The sun was just starting to peek through the windows of the house. Not a single person was awake yet, well no one but Michael. His reasoning for being up was packing. He stood there at the edge of the bed with his gear bag laid out. Tossing a few things inside the suitcase. Being quiet of course with Carmen and Blair both still asleep just a couple feet away. He turned his back to grab something, but when he turned back around. Carmen was sitting up rubbing her eyes. Paying no real attention to her, he tossed something else into the bag. However at this point she had taken notice.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISGood Morning baby!
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISMorning.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISWhat are you doing up so early?
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISClearly, I’m packing Carmen.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISSomeone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
She was attempting to be playful with her little remark. Tossing the covers off of her legs and starting to get out of the bed. Michael on the other hand continued to pack. Now as she made her way towards him, she could see just exactly what was going on.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISUh, what’s the meaning of all this?
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISI said I was packing.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISAnd I heard that as well as see that. But what the hell are you packing your gear for? You’re retired. At least that’s what you told us on the way home from that dreaded cruise. Remember?!
“
The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISI know what I said on that ride home, but I’ve got some business to go handle. Therefore, I’m going to go handle it.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISThe fuck you are!
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISListen, I’m not in the mood for this shit. Today just isn’t the fucking day.
He had stopped what he was doing for a brief moment and looked at his wife. A little annoyed, but she was more than annoyed. Both arms folded under her as she glared at him. She wasn’t about to let this go, not after the way he spoke to her.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISThen I would love for you to look at a calendar and pick what day is the day. Because we’re having this discussion whether you like it or not.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISMy career, my choice. It has nothing to do with you.
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The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISIt has everything to do with me, you're my husband! Not to mention, when I can see what is going on and I can see when you’re being manipulated. I’m going to stand up and say something.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISWhat the hell are you even talking about?! I’m not being manipulated!
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISOh really?! You’re not?!
Her eyes seemed to narrow a little more into a glare. Growing increasingly annoyed with him.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISMichael, you know damn well what that company did to you at that super card. They outright fucked you over in front of thousands. They made you look weak. They made you look fragile. They did everything they could to embarrass you and that little pipsqueak James was a part of all of it. Behind every goddamn second of it. And you’re going to give them the time of day. You’re going to give them your time, your effort, your energy, and your talent? No, I put my foot down. You are better than that and I’m not going to allow you to let them bully you into this situation.
She was very fired up. Her passion was coming out of her with each word. Now he was right, it was his career. It was his decision. She had never once said anything about his career or how he went about his business, but there’s a first time for everything. Michael just stood there looking at her. A slight glare in his eyes, a little annoyed, but at the same time seemed to understand.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISFirst and foremost, I’m more than aware of what that company did to me. I’m more than aware that James had his hands all over it. No disrespect when I say this. But you’re not the one that has had to read the negative comments posted online. You’re not the one that has to look at your career as a whole and see this as the single biggest travesty to happen to it. You don’t have to look at the list of people that were better than you in your career and know a name like J2H is going to stick out like a sore thumb. And you’re not the one that has to realize you lost one of the most important championships in this business to a fucking twat. I have to deal with all of that. It was my career and my legacy they attempted to sabotage!
His voice raised just slightly when speaking. Clearly, this was something that he had been focused on for the last month. It seemed to be eating him away on the inside.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISBut you’re acting like I’m going back for the business aspect of it. You’re acting like I’m going back like nothing happened. With a smile on my face. Or that I’m going back because they’re making it feel like I’ve got no other choice. I’ve always got a choice and if I didn’t want to go back. I sure as fuck wouldn’t. Because, I don’t owe that company and I don’t owe James a goddamn thing.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISThen what’s the point? Then what is even the point of handling this so-called business?!
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISI’ve got to put an end to him, Carmen. You’re not going to understand that, but that’s what I have to do. He should have kept my name out of his mouth. James achieved what he said he was going to achieve. He won the championship. He beat me. No matter how we want to slice it. The record book still shows he beat me. That is where things should’ve been left. But no, he wanted to call me out. He wanted to further tarnish my name. He wanted to further make this a personal issue. So now, I take care of it.
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The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISHow is this not sinking in? How are you not seeing the trap that’s being set before your very eyes? Of course, your name can’t stay out of his mouth. James is the most relevant he’s ever been because your name was attached to him. This is what he wants. This is what SCW wants. They want to bait you into giving them what they want. So they can further embarrass you for their own pleasure.
Michael had grabbed a hold of his bag and zipped it up. Pulling it off the edge of the bed and placing it down on the floor. His attention went back to his wife.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISTrust me when I tell you. I’ve gone over all these scenarios in my head. I’m not clueless, but I’m not going back for a match. I’m not going back for the championship. I’m not even going back to be part of the roster again. I’m going back to put an end to James' existence. Nothing more, nothing less. Simply put, you play with fire long enough. You’re going to get burned.
The look in his eyes told a story. Carmen still didn’t like it, as he walked on past her. She was quick to reach out and grab his arm to stop him for a moment.
“
The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISThen give me an hour to get myself together. I’ll go with you.
“
The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISNo.
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The Spiciest Woman Alive”
CARMEN ★ RIVERA-HARRISC’mon stop it. There’s no reason to be stubborn. I’ll go with. I’ll be in your corner like I have been so many times before. We’ll face this like a family.
“
The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISI said no, and I mean no. This isn’t something we need to face together as a family. This isn’t something where I need you in my corner. This is something I have to do...
alone.
Michael found himself pulling his arm free from Carmen’s grasp as he turned back around. Walking out of the master bedroom with his suitcase in hand. The look on Carmen’s face said more than enough. She was not pleased with what she had been told. Nor was she pleased with what was going on, but at the same time. What could she do about it? How could she go against what he wanted? There was no getting him to back down or change his mind. Facing it alone is what it would be.
✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕Climax Control in Brazil had come and it had gone. On this night the SCW Heavyweight Champion: J2H had got what he wanted. He got his rematch with the former champion: Michael Harris at Violent Conduct. But at what cost? Because J2H had been violently stabbed in the head over and over again with a pen. Before Harris signed his name to the contract with J2H’s blood. Clearly, things weren’t going the way that J2H had wanted. It hadn’t for the last month and now that he was getting what he wanted. That might have been even more dangerous to his health.
Harris sat there in his barely lit hotel room just glaring at the giant mirror that was on the back of his bath room door. All while having a fifth of Jack Daniels in his right hand. Over half of it gone from the bottle, clearly the man was having a good time. Or at the very least developing a drinking problem. His eyes narrowed a little more as he glared at his reflection as he brought the bottle to his lips. Taking a very large swig from it. As he brought the bottle back down, he slammed it down to the floor in front of him. Leaning up in the chair he was sitting in as he spoke to his reflection.
“You’re fucking pathetic!”His eyes formed an even more intense glare.
“Look at how long you’ve been in this business. Look at the matches you’ve had. The opponent's you’ve been in the ring with. The companies you’ve worked for. The championships you’ve held. Look at the legacy you built for yourself. You were a superstar. You were a legend. You were the embodiment of professional wrestling. Regardless of how people might have felt about you or how much they tried to discredit you. The facts were the facts, men and women inspired to be as good as you were. They inspired to be the legend that you were.”Harris found himself getting up from where he was sitting. Approaching that mirror with hate in his eyes. Once he was close enough to it. He gripped both sides of it and continued to glare into his own reflection.
“And you let it all go up in flames when you couldn’t beat James Huntington Hawkes. You lost to someone that has never been outside of the SCW walls. Someone that doesn’t know what its like to not have management on his side. Someone that’s had their hand held. Someone that’s had everything handed to them. Someone that doesn’t know what it's like to struggle. Someone that doesn’t know what it is like to scratch, crawl, and fight your way up in the business. Someone that is the worst fucking kind of person to be in this business and you allowed yourself to lose to that.”His voice was shaking and cracking with anger. Maybe drinking wasn’t such a good idea when he was clearly going through some type of mental breakdown. Now his face was starting to turn beat red.
“After you let him embarrass you in front of thousands. After letting this company shit on your entire legacy. You let them bait you. You let them trick you into coming back. You let them trick you into a rematch and you let them make you look bad once again. Once again tarnishing your image and your legacy. And the most sickening part about it all is you haven’t even taken into consideration one time. Not one time what is going to happen IF you lose again.
A loss that James and those powers that be are no doubt working tirelessly around the clock to make sure happens. There was no way they were going to risk him losing that championship or losing this match. Not after they got the advantage over you the first time. You’re either too blind to see that or too stupid to see it. I’m not sure which one. But the wrestling world already views you as a laughing stock after that loss. The wrestling world already sees you on a rapid decline after that loss.
All the peers you once had look at you as a joke because of that loss. And you don’t even want to know what your enemies have said about you. They prayed for your downfall for years in this business, but for it to come in the way that it did. In this type of situation. They are tickled pink. It’s the highlight of their light right now. And now you’re about to risk it all again. Michael, you take this challenge on. You climb into that ring with James. You let SCW set you up and you lose. It is the END of your career.”Any person that would have walked in and witnessed what was going on. Without a doubt would have called for some type of professional help for the former champion. It was more than obvious at this point that he had lost his mind. The behavior he was displaying. He was not only a danger to James, but he was a danger to himself.
“If you lose, this is how your career comes to an end. This is how it will forever be remembered. Now you tell Carmen. You tell Blair. You tell anyone that asks. You’re not going back for the championship. You’re not going back to be a member of the roster again. That you are going back for revenge and going back to make sure you end James’ existence. But are you prepared for that? Are you truly prepared for that? Because in order to do that. You’ve got to go where you haven’t been in a long-long time. You may even have to go to a place you’ve never gone before. Especially inside of a barbed wire steel cage.
Think about how long it’s been since you were that unhinged hardcore wrestler. Think about how long it’s been since you’ve felt barbed wire piece your skin. Think about how long it’s been since you’ve bled to the point that you’ve nearly passed out. Yes, you’re the one introducing the element. And yes, it’s putting James at a big disadvantage, but you’re also subjecting yourself to the pain. The agony. You’re introducing yourself to elements that you haven’t experienced in years. You have to question whether or not your body is even going to hold out. You have to question if you can be that person again.
All while keeping in the back of your mind what James and his sidekicks are set out to do. If that man beats you at your own game doesn’t matter who is in his back pocket or not. If that man beats you at your own game. You might as well just put a bullet in your head. Fuck the fact your career will be over. There will be no point in you existing in life anymore. No point whatsoever. So you better know what you’re getting yourself into here Michael. You better bring everything that you’ve got. You BETTER live up to your words of ending his existence!”He had been gripping the sides of that mirror so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
“Stop being such a fucking loser and get your life back together!”All of that frustration seemed to boil over. Harris pulled his right hand back and then proceeded to slam it forward connecting with the glass of the mirror. The moment that fist connected it shattered into thousands and thousands of tiny little pieces. For a moment Harris stood there just looking down at the glass before starting to notice the blood from his knuckles dripping down to the floor. He raised his hand up for a moment looking at the damage done to his hand. This twisted little grin crossed his lips as he proceeded to walk back over to the chair he had been sitting in to start off. Taking a seat once again and picking that bottle of Jack back up. This seemed to be how his night would end.
✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕“Why? Why James? Why?!”Those words echoed out from the darkness. Although the voice was quite familiar. In fact it was the first time the voice had been heard in over a month. Moments later out of the darkness appeared the man that called himself the Icon. A man that once terrorized the entire SCW locker room. That man being none other than Michael Harris. Looking at the cameras before him with a hateful looking glare in his eyes. Speaking up once again.
“
The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISWhy did you have to ask for a rematch? Why couldn’t you just leave me alone? Why didn’t you just take the win from Summer XXXTreme and move on? Why did you have to be stupid enough to challenge me again?! What is the fucking point?!
The tone in his voice said it all. He was annoyed, very annoyed. All of which seemed to be stemming from the SCW Heavyweight Champion: J2H. The very man he lost the championship to back at Summer XXXTreme.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISYou told the world that you were the greatest. You told the world that I meant nothing. You told the world that you were going to dethrone me as the SCW Heavyweight Champion... And then you did just that. You quite literally did everything that you said you were going to do. Now when you defeated me. I could have whined and complained about it. I could have gone on a tirade about how I was screwed over. I mean let’s face it. Everyone in connection to this fucking company didn’t ever want to see me succeed. I could have blamed Christian Underwood. Someone who has been out to screw me since day one. The man couldn’t wait to get in my business every goddamn week. Quite literally he was starved for attention. Wanted to be the star of the show and couldn’t stand the fact that I was.
His facial expressions continued to tell a story. He was annoyed and clearly filled with hate. All of that was going to come out whether people liked it or not.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISI could have blamed other members of the SCW management. Because none of them wanted me to progress. Despite me bringing the most eyes and attention this company has seen in years. I could have blamed the locker room. All the cry baby ass bitches that couldn’t beat me. The ones that were saying I was bringing the company down. The one saying I had a stranglehold on things. The ones that would rather tweet that get better in the ring. No one wanted to get better to beat me, but had so much to say about me. And I could have blamed the fans, because they didn’t want to even attempt to see what I was doing for this company. They just wanted me to fail. They couldn’t wait to see me in the most vulnerable of states. But I didn’t do any of that James.
No, instead I took my loss like a man. I said nothing about you. I didn’t discredit you. I didn’t attempt to take anything away from you. I let you have your moment. After all, it's all you’ve got James. Being the champion. Being the man. Being at the top of the food chain in SCW is all you’ve got. Because outside of these walls you’d be lucky if you ever saw the opening match, let alone the main event. Meanwhile, I was a sensation and a certified superstar well before I even came to SCW. So in reality, I didn’t need this company. This company needed me. And because it needed me, but didn’t show it when I was the champion. Once you got your moment James. I was gone. I had no intentions of ever coming back. Prepared to sit at home during the rest of my contract and deal with whatever legal issues might come, but I was dead set on not coming back.
That statement alone would’ve likely been very appealing to the SCW masses. After all he had made their lives hell. To never have to hear from him or deal with him again would have been a blessing. At least one could assume so anyway. But at the same time it didn’t seem like they were going to be getting that after all.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISBut you couldn’t leave well enough alone could you, James? I had it getting back to me that you were calling me out. You were mentioning my name. You were demanding a rematch. You were even telling the world that you would let me choose the stipulation as long as you got your rematch. But that brings me back to the question of why? Like I said you told the world you were better than me. Then turned around and proved it by taking the SCW Heavyweight Championship. So what do you need the rematch for? What is there for you to prove now? Why do you need to be in the ring with me so fucking badly?!
Clearly, Harris was determined to get his answer.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISIs it because you realized what you’re tasked with now that you’re champion? You walk in that locker room and see that there is no one worth a damn. There’s not a single man in that locker room truly capable of competing on your level. Not a single man worthy of challenging for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Yet even in knowing that you know you’re going to have to take on challenges from people like Bill Barnhart. Someone that should have retired in nineteen sixty five. Someone that has the mental IQ of a four year old. Someone that is quite literally the punching bag of the SCW locker room.
Or the fact that you’re going to have to compete against someone like Austin James Mercer. Getting anything good out of him is like pulling teeth from someone unsedated. It’s next to impossible to do. I guess you could do what you did a few weeks ago. Compete with Carter nonstop. Also another pathetic excuse for a human that’s starved for attention despite not being good. At least he’ll put on a show. You can run that match between the two of you into the ground until no one cares anymore. Least you’ve got some competition.
Honestly, it seems like to me James. You can’t handle being in the position that you’re in. You wanted to be champion so bad. So you can live up to being the greatest of all time. But now that you’re in that position. You don’t know what to do. You don’t have competition. People aren’t talking about you the way they used to. It’s just another J2H reign. Nothing special. No one truly gives a shit but you and your little circle. But you’re so desperate for this reign to mean something. You’re so desperate to stand out. You’re so desperate to have all eyes on you. That you call me out.
Once again his face twisted up into that hateful and annoyed looking glare. If anything it seemed more like he was offended than anything else that he would be called out. All of it still doesn't make much sense to him.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISIf you’re in the ring with me. Then all eyes are on us. More so for me, but you still get the attention too. I see the way your brain works in that way James. But have you ever stopped to think about something? I mean you claim that this roster is weak. Which, I’ll back you up on that. It very much is. But, in the same breath of saying that this roster is weak. You’ll claim that people are afraid to step up and face you. Is it that people are afraid? Or is it that people just don’t feel like dealing with the same old bullshit? Let’s face it James. As much as you might be the bad guy or hated. You still very much have this company in your back pocket. Mark and Christian are going to side with you every time. They’re going to meet your demands every single time. They’re going to do whatever it takes to keep you happy every single time. They’re not going to want to risk you leaving for good. You’re the golden child. You’re the mega star. You’re the one that matters to them.
Taking a couple of steps closer towards the cameras. Those eyes didn’t change one bit. The hatred that seemed to fuel them glowing brighter than ever. And he wanted to make sure that every single person caught onto that.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISI know for a fact I didn’t matter to them. They were never going to bend at the knee for me. They were never going to view me in the light that they viewed you. That’s another factor in why I was down to leave and never come back. Former decent champions like Mac Bane and Ken Davison. They didn’t matter to them. They never saw them in the same light as they saw you. Why do you think they’re not here anymore James? If you’re not going to value someone. They’re going to leave and find that value they seek elsewhere. That’s a guarantee. Hell, I’ll even go as far as saying that once Peter Vaugh himself starts to put a crack in that glass ceiling that's been put above him. Mark and Christian will once again show who they are. They won’t value him. He’ll catch on and be out the door too. As long as you’re seen as their only value James. This company will forever be in the fucking toilet!
His words were coming out almost like venom out at that point. Aiming to get a lot of grievances off his chest. Whether they were true or not. Didn’t matter because in his mind they were true.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISYou got it easy James, but still that ego of yours. That thirst for the limelight. That craving to remain relevant has blindsided you and has put you in a situation that you can’t get out of now. You gave me the right to choose what stipulation I wanted and as of a few weeks ago. You found out exactly what that stipulation is. It’ll be you and I, locked inside of a barbed wire steel cage at Violent Conduct for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. And I’ve got to be honest with you here, James. I could give a fuck less that it’s for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. I mean that truthfully. Not in the Jack Washington doesn’t give a fuck about titles kind of way, but in a genuine way. I don’t care that the title is on the line. Because I’ve already proven that I can win that championship. I’ve already proven that I can elevate that championship. I’ve already proven that I can do great things with that championship. Winning it back would just be a
“Ha, I told you so” kind of moment for me.
Instead what I care about is the amount of sheer violence I get to bring to you. Nothing is going to please me more than watching you look around that cage and realize there is no way out. The amount of sheer joy I am going to feel when I smash your head into that barbed wire over and over again is indescribable. The glee that will be coursing through my veins when I watch you bleed all over the mat while begging me to let up is second to none. Knowing that your wife and child are going to be sitting at home watching this. Wondering and praying that you somehow some-way are able to come home to them at even ten percent makes my heart smile. And right now James. Right this second what I am saying to you is very-very much going in one ear and out the other. I get that. And why shouldn’t it be right? You beat me last time we faced off. But the difference is... last time you beat me when I was just attempting to keep my championship at all costs.
There was a brief pause on his end. The way that he ended that statement was done by design. It was done to make J2H wonder what he meant. It was done to make the fans wonder what he meant. Say what you wanted about him, but Harris had a way with words to keep people holding on.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISHowever facing me and beating me when I’m a man that has nothing to lose. When I’m a man that’s going through a very unstable psychotic episode. When my mental health is anything but good, and when my desire. My only goal. The only thing that made me come back was knowing that I was going to have the opportunity to destroy your entire existence. That... that, I don’t think you are prepared for and I know a fact that you do not stand a chance!
Harris rubbed his hands across his face. Clearly there wasn’t something right upstairs. It had been known ever since he had started speaking, but now it was out in the open. An unstable man could be one of the most dangerous walking. It didn’t matter who that man was. Allowing his eyes to settle right back on the cameras as he spoke once again.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISThe fact of the matter is James. You should’ve left me alone when you had the chance. We keep going back to this, but you got everything you wanted. You achieved what you set out to achieve. You proved your point, but it wasn’t good enough and you just had to dance with the devil twice. At this point James, you’ve escaped death more than you should have, but the way life works. Eventually, your luck runs out. Turns out that Violent Conduct is the night your luck does run out. I just hope that in your mind as I’m taking your last breath away. You tell yourself it was all worth it, because there’s no coming back from this. It has to be done. There is no other way. My own satisfaction will win.
For the first time since speaking that hatred seemed to go away in his eyes, but the sickening smirk that came across his face was almost too much to bear.
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The Icon”
MICHAEL ★ HARRISMay your existence rot in hell!
For a moment that sick smirk remained on his facial features. He looked right at the camera before him as if he was sending that direct message to the Heavyweight Champion. The plan had been laid out and now all there was to do was to execute it. That’s when Harris turned himself around, putting his back to the cameras, and began to walk into the darkness.