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.