Last week was overly busy for the young man known as J2H. Working on promotional stuff for Sin City Wrestling was a big part of the week, but the youngest SCW World Champion was getting more and more used to the role, growing in to his skin so to speak as the man the company looked up to, was becoming more and more comfortable. Doing so much in a week is always a tiring experience but the Gods of SCW have been kind to J2H this week, a much lighter week with only one thing planned SCW wise, apart from the usual smile at the fans and speak up the company at every chance, and that was to cut a promo on Connor Murphy and Travis Nathaniel Andrews. No more, no less, just one little SCW related thing.
J2H started to like his own company at times when he wasn't running around saying SCW so many times that he repeated it in his sleep. He started to enjoy the quiet times that made the busier times not so bad. Sure, he liked to go out there and party after shows, it's how most choose to relax after a show. It's not easy to switch off when the adrenaline's pumping and you just wanna be around more people, but when it dies down, it's back to normality. Most return to their families to spend a week with the people closest, some work for other companies in an attempt to swell their popularity and bank balance, but J2H does neither. Home, alone, peaceful, relaxing.... Unless you have a friend called Melody Grace.
Yes, I said friend, for all the hell she put J2H though, friend is appropriate because they have grown close in a friendly way. She believed he could win the World title, when not many did, she stopped him from being on his own just in case he got lonely, she spend a ton of money on a car and a party for his birthday, even though at the time, he would do all he could to avoid her. He hadn't opened the box she'd bugged him to, more out of personal pride, yet he'd let her get closer as a friend, because that's the way they saw each other... Or so he thought up until April 5th...
Things changed on April 5th as something so many people saw, yet J2H refused to believe, came to light in a very public forum, ah yes, we are talking about Twitter...
*******
Simpson: There you go sir.
A cool breeze crosses the balcony attached to the home of J2H, in Beverly Hills, California, overlooking the grounds below. The grass blows softly as a shirtless J2H sits on a chair, in white shorts, with a black stripe down either side, shoeless but wearing sunglasses. His eyes peer around the green grass below, softly moving to his right in his eye line as the breeze moves amongst the blades. On his bedroom balcony, a table sits to his left, with three other chairs around it, a book closed on it with a bookmark peering through the top, next to a drink, with Simpson's hand moving away from it, having just placed it on the table, also his phone within reaching distance. J2H turns his head, looking towards his outdoor swimming pool before turning back to Simpson.
J2H: Thank you Simpson.
A buzz comes from the table, causing J2H to look across at his phone. He breathes deeply as he looks on the screen before reading for the orange looking drink and picking it up.
Simpson: You're welcome sir.
Before he can move the clear glass to his lips, his phone buzzes once more, vibrating off the wooden table. Another deep breath finds it's way to J2H's lungs as he puts the drink down.
Simpson: Something wrong sir?
J2H: Take a seat Simpson.
A curious look crosses Simpson's face as he moves around the table, this might seem like a usual request for someone, but for J2H and Simpson, not so much. Simpson took his role in J2H's life very seriously, where during certain hours of the day, he was J2H's man servant, only at certain times the line was blurred. Simpson knew this was not once of those certain times as he moves to the seat almost in front of his young charge, while J2H tapped away furiously on his phone. As Simpson sits, J2H places his phone back on the table next to him, looking up at Simpson's slightly concerned face.
J2H: Don't worry, I'm not gonna fire you or anything, so don't shit yourself there.
A slight nod comes from Simpson, the strong muscles in his neck jolting sharply.
Simpson: What is on your mind sir?
J2H: I am in two minds Simpson...
Once again, the phone on the wooden table vibrates at speed against the wooden grains, causing J2H to point a finger at it.
J2H: And that is partly the reason I'm in two minds Simpson.
Simpson moves his hand over his bald head, not quiet understanding what J2H means with his last comment.
Simpson: Care to elaborate sir?
J2H: Melody Grace, Simpson, the woman you told that I miss.
A curl comes from Simpson's lip, expecting the worst from J2H.
Simpson: Sir, she asked me how I was, and how you was and if you missed her, cause she missed you and you know I can not lie at all.
J2H puts up a hand to stop Simpson from continuing and the larger man takes the hint, stopping his explanation in his tracks.
J2H: I'm not mad at you Simpson, I know your inability to lie is famous in this neighbourhood, but some things shouldn't be discussed. She's been here so much, you might as well have given her a key to the front door.
An uneasy look crosses Simpson's face, causing J2H to narrow his eyes and look at his man servant, suspicion in his eyes.
J2H: She doesn't have a key still, does she Simpson?
Simpson: Not that I'm aware of sir. She handed her key back a long time ago, so unless she has a copy, she does not have a key.
J2H: Good. Anyway, my point, she has been here a lot Simpson, even at three in the morning, because you said to her that I miss her.
Simpson: She just doesn't want you to be lonely sir. She has noticed how you like to lock yourself away when you have time off and is concerned about you.
J2H: Look, just because she bounces around the place from city to city to hang out with strangers to do whatever, doesn't mean it's for everyone.
Simpson: So what is your concern sir? What puts you in two minds?
J2H: People are talking Simpson. Every man and their dog are talking about us. Everyone are asking about me and her and I'm partly sick of it Simpson and I'm partly not. I'm sick of the fact that they look at me like I'm getting back together with her, people want us to. Fuck Simpson, I heard someone call us a cute couple the other day, a cute fucking couple when we're not a couple. People are putting it all on me that I am not interested blah, blah, blah, but Melody can go around with anyone she wants and no one questions it? I'm in two minds of what the fucking hell to do here.
Simpson: Sir, are you jealous?
A look of contempt crosses J2H's face.
J2H: Fuck no! I'm tired of the double standard bullshit, I get questioned why not, she doesn't get questioned about her being all over the place and talking to all these guys. I'm in two minds on if I should just say fuck this and hide away.
Simpson: Ms. Grace would be distraught losing your friendship sir.
J2H: AH HA! Friendship! Thank you Simpson, you are one of the few amongst the fools that see it that way, but here's the thing with friendship, it can come and go so easily, a few days later, I forget that they were even a part of my life. I was friends with Giani Di Luca and Jimmy Ringo, days after those two fucked off, I couldn't give a damn, and haven't heard from them in forever, I can do this again.
Simpson: If it's just friendship sir, then there shouldn't be a reason to throw it away just like that out of the blue.
J2H lowers his sunglasses, looking at Simpson, but his phone buzzes again, causing him to look at it first before turning back to Simpson.
J2H: Of course it's just friendship! Right now, she's asking me to go looking at houses with her. Does that sound like a date kind of thing?
Simpson slowly shakes his head, agreeing with J2H but raises an inquisitive finger.
Simpson: Maybe people think you encourage her on Twitter. When she asks for something, you usually give it to her. She asked to come over, you let her.
J2H: Because that's what friends do. They don't say no when they're not doing anything. But I put her in her place all the time Simpson, like right now, she said on Twitter at me about four AM cuddling, which I shot down with a smart ass reply.
Simpson: Very good sir, but I'd urge you to think twice about ending your friendship, if you're sure that's all it is.
J2H: It is just friendship Simpson, pure and simple. It's the way we both see it.
Before he can continue, another buzz from the phone vibrating on the wood. J2H looks down at the front of the phone with a tilted head as he reads the latest tweet from Melody.
"@YoMelodyXo 23s
@SCWNeedsJ2H one day you'll want me... #sigh"
Simpson stands from his seat.
Simpson: Sir, if you plan on helping Ms. Grace, you should probably get ready soon. I will inform the driver that you'll be requiring his services.
J2H keeps his eyes firmly on the screen.
J2H: Yeah, yeah.
Simpson walks around the table, moving in to the bedroom and J2H quickly taps back the reply "@YoMelodyXo Was that you thinking out loud?" He sits back and waits for a reply, tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm of the chair.
J2H: If you're not hitting your head on the wall, then reply...
His lack of patience is quickly rewarded as his phone buzzes and he grabs it in his hand once more, looking at the latest message
"@YoMelodyXo 12s
@SCWNeedsJ2H nope! It's all out on the table now!!"
He runs his hand over his head, his eyes focused on the message on his phone.
J2H: Well, this could be awkward...
He stands up but a wide smile crosses his face as he looks around.
J2H: What can I say? Sometimes no words are needed.
The proud smile stay on his face as he turns to walk in to the house and the scene fades.
*******
The sound of running water is heard and steam is seen rising above a shower setting. The windowed frosty glass is steamed up and condensation runs down the outside as the distorted body of a man can been seen inside, soap over his body as he whistles contently as the hot water hits his body. His hands can be seen through the frosted glass moving over his upper body, washing the soap off. The hand reaches out to a tap and it's quickly spun and turned off. A white towel is seen in front of the frosted glass and wrapped around the waist of the man. The door slides open showing the back of him.
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The man turns and walks away, walking past J2H as he sits on a bench looking at the camera.
J2H: Well Melody wanted a shower scene...
A smile crosses his face as he turns to Simpson standing next to him, J2H wearing work out jogging bottoms and a tank top.
J2H: This is why I hate being away from home Simpson, public gyms where anyone can just stroll in and out, bringing in all kinds of things.
Simpson: This seems to be one of the most hygienic gyms around sir.
J2H: We're in Phoenix, Simpson. They have a whole different scale of what's clean to the rest of the country in a bad way. I mean a high hygiene rating in Arizona is about the same hygiene rating as a McDonalds bathroom in Africa. I really don't know why SCW book shows here. This place is a mess. I'd rather let them hold a show at my house than here.
Simpson: I wouldn't talk too loudly sir, Christian Underwood has had unique ideas before.
J2H: I wouldn't be surprised, he'd probably think he could have it for free or something. Anyway Simpson, let's get out of here.
J2H reaches down to next to his feet, reaching down and picking up a black gym back and lifting it over his shoulder. Simpson leads the way as the two walk out of the locker room area, passing people as they go and in to the lobby area. J2H looks around as they come to the door, his face drawing looks from a crowd of teenage girls as he steps through the door held open by Simpson. Simpson follows him through the door.
J2H: I have a bad feeling...
He was right as one of the girls screams, pointing out to him.
Teenage Girl: Oh my god! Oh my god! It's J2H! It's J2H!
Her screams attract other peering eyes, first at her and secondly in the direction she was pointing at.
Simpson: Looks like you was right sir.
J2H: Aw shit!
Simpson: I think it's time you put on your SCW face sir.
J2H: I think it's time I offered up my house to have SCW shows there all the time so I don't have to deal with this shit and I can use my own gym.
The teenage girls make a beeline towards J2H as he stands frozen in place.
J2H: SCW face it is, ugh!
The girls get towards him, and J2H quickly holds up his hands.
J2H: Whoa there! I'm happy to stand and talk sort of but do not touch me!
Before J2H can inhale, phones and pens appear out of nowhere with scraps of paper, thrust in front of SCW World Heavyweight champion. He looks at Simpson, Simpson with a sympathetic look on his face staring back at him and reaches out for the nearest pen and takes it in his hand signing the nearest piece of paper and handing it back before repeating it with another pen and another scrap of paper.
Teenage Girl: You're my favourite wrestler and you're the hottest wrestler in SCW!
Arrogance instantly starts to flow through J2H hearing this, he turns to the girl.
J2H: Of course I'm your favourite wrestler, I'm everybodies favourite wrestler because I'm the world champion. People love me and yeah, I'm hot. I don't even have to try to be hot like everyone else in SCW, I just am hot.
Teenage Girl: You're so gonna keep your title on Sunday.
J2H: Tell me something I don't know girl. I got this yo! There ain't a single person in the locker room that can beat me, not one. Doesn't matter if Connor Murphy got lucky against me a long time ago. I'm better than him now.
Teenage Girl: You're better than Travis too.
J2H: No doubt, no doubt. Travis couldn't beat anyone in SCW, he don't stand a chance against me. No one knows why he thought he could step up, but I'll be knocking him back on his ass before you know it.
J2H takes a pen from someone else quickly signing as the crowd become larger and almost engulfing him in a circle.
J2H: I hope you guys all have tickets to see me do what I gotta do and beat these two losers in to the ground.
Teenage Girl: I have a ticket!
J2H: Good, because it's gonna be a night you won't forget. There's gonna be so much great stuff going on, but the best that is gonna happen is when I walk down that ramp with the SCW World Heavyweight championship, beat two losers in to the ground, in to nothing, and send them home crying to their mommas, and walk back out with the title. If you haven't got a ticket, then ya just stupid because you need one and right now, but if you haven't, go sign up on the SCW site, and watch this guy prove to the world just how good he is.
J2H signs another autograph before looking back at Simpson, jolting his head away as if to indicate that it's time to leave.
J2H: Look guys, I really need to get going right now, you wouldn't believe it if I told you where I was going, but I need to go. I got this promo to shoot, which will be on scwrestling.net later so sign up.
Simpson steps in front of J2H and the crowd seem to part as the big man leads, stepping either side of him. J2H follows, turning his head and raising his hand to the people with a smile on his face before turning back and looking forward, his face instantly changing to disdain.
J2H: I fucking hate the fans sometimes Simpson, seriously fucking hate them.
The camera fades out
*******
Inside a circus big top, clowns have the center ring as the practice their act, honing their craft, doing all they can to improve to put on a show for people willing to pay to see them perform. Three clowns circle each other, one holding a bucket, moving towards the other two in a threatening, menacing manner. He rears his arm back and throws towards the two others, but confetti flies out at the duo of clowns. From across the side, J2H walks in front of them, dressed blue jeans, torn at the knees with a light blue T-shirt with the number thirty four on it, as well as white shoes. The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits tightly around his waist. He wags a finger towards the camera.
J2H: Welcome to the circus, welcome to where people perform every night for a live crowd, where mistakes are costly, but people work to send others home with a smile on their face, not unlike our very business, wouldn't you say? Why have I brought you to the circus you're probably sitting at home watching and asking, why has a guy who would not usually be seen dead at a place like this, be thinking to have you all come and join me here.
He presses his hands together as the clowns behind him continue with their act, all three tripping over and landing on each other.
J2H: Last week, I cut a promo in the style of that fraud Irishman, Connor Murphy, I made it dark, I made it dingy and depressing and mysterious and all the rest, but this week, this week, I knew I would make it all about Travis Nathaniel Andrews, and this personifies you Travis, don't you think?
He spins around, his arms out wide, spinning three hundred and sixty degrees, turning back towards the camera.
J2H: This personifies you down to a tee, this is a bit of what and who you are. You're a man who likes the attention, just like everyone who performs in a circus.
A man juggling bowling pins crosses in front of J2H, slowly walking past as J2H follows him with his head, a smile on his face.
J2H: Let's be honest bro, no one joins a circus because they love the smell of elephant shit. They join because they want the attention, the fame. I mean that's juggler there that just showcased his skills can sit there and saw he was seen online by hundreds of thousands of people, he can say he had a part in a J2H promo, he can use that for attention. That's something you'd do too Travis, brag over trivial things because they like the fame. Not unlike you Travis, because it's what you crawl. We know you want...
J2H clicks his fingers and the big top falls in to complete darkness, except for one spotlight that soaks J2H within it's bright light.
J2H: The spotlight, and you'd do whatever it takes to grab it with both hands and pull it away.
J2H clicks his fingers again and the lights return on in the big top.
J2H: So the circus is all what you are, it's about the showmanship, the rale dale, the doing the unexpected, trying to wow people with your actions, doing all you can to be noticed, just like everyone else here, but what links you here more than anything else Travis, is these three guys.
The three clowns from earlier fumbles their way in front of the camera, each with a letter on their chest spelling out NTA. The clowns look at each other, scratching their multi coloured wigs before switching around to spell out TNA. J2H taps the clowns on the shoulder.
J2H: There ya go guys, you can scram now, you've had your moment in the sun and got your point across.
The clowns move to the right, the leading clown stopping and the others running in to his back, sending the three in a heap, J2H can't help but laugh at them before turning back to facing the camera.
J2H: See Travis! They are like you, they have the same effect on me as you do! They make me laugh! These guys make me laugh so much and you can do that to me just by opening your mouth. The circus, this is you Travis, you should join one after I'm done with you on Sunday, I'm sure these guys will still be in town for you to go join up with because they will offer you what you need. They will offer you the spotlight, they will offer you the chance to be center of attention, they will offer you the chance to have people watch you and chant your name. They will let you join one of my three painted up, wig wearing friends. Do you know why Travis?
He holds his hands out towards the camera, as if to wait for an answer, his face turning to an lowered eyebrow, arrogant smirk.
J2H: Because you're qualified, it's like your entire life should had lead to this place, like your whole life should have lead to you doing something great in Arizona. Not win the World Championship, god no! But you could find your true calling ring here in a different kind of ring, this kinda ring and being a clown would suit you perfectly. You already wear clothes that no one else would be seen dead in, you still get to travel from town to town, you still get to get in a ring, you'll still get your attention and you can already identify to these painted up people. They spend their lives getting laughed at Travis, and let's face it, so do you. No one likes a serious clown, right? They do something stupid and they get laughed at, you do something stupid like step up to me, get put in to the main event of the biggest show SCW puts on, and you go silent... People laugh at you for that.
He waves his finger at the camera.
J2H: Because you've talked like it was the last time you was gonna talk, got yourself here in this position, put yourself in my way, then just seem to disappear and try to get in that woman from Twitter pants more than you want this title. For the record bro, she ain't all that, ya hear me? Face looks like it's been squashed in a vice a bit, yo, but anyway, because you've put your attention towards some broad and not been focused on my title, just like those clowns, you can't be taken seriously anymore. Clowns are not serious Travis, you are not serious Travis, you belong here in this ring and not in my ring, because no one will ever take you seriously again. You put yourself in this place and you piss all over a chance that could change ya life forever? Nah bro, SCW deserves a champion that's gonna work for them, and for as long as I got air in my lungs man, it will never be you. You had one shot, one fucking shot Travis to make people remember you and you fucked it up before you even got in the ring. It embarrasses me that you even work for the same place as I do. Imma just leave your resume here on the way out. Just stick to being silent bro, cause these clowns don't talk either, will give ya a head start in ya new career when I'm done with you.
J2H smiles down the camera.
J2H: See Connor, see how much more interesting for others if you don't sit there in the dark and be mysterious. Interesting for the people at home when I rip opponents to bits, last week we had a candle, this week, clowns and a juggler. If you was more interesting, then last week I could have destroyed you in a much better setting but credit where it's due, at least you opened your mouth last week so people could confirm what an idiot you are.
An arrogant smirk crosses J2H's face as he looks down the camera
J2H: At least you're trying to get in my head and take this golden chance with both hands unlike someone else we can mention.
He points a thumb over his shoulder where the three clowns are still lined up with TNA across their chests.
J2H: It seems me digging at you and poking at you had the desired effect I was going for, it had the effect of me getting you out of your shell and making you want this more. I did notice something watching your little thing about me. No friends around you at all, do you think there's a little hidden meaning in there somewhere. Do you think that maybe they thought about you telling them that you were gonna win the World Championship and thought that the awkward looks on their faces would tell you that your own friends didn't believe in you? You know it's bad when an interviewer doesn't just appear out of nowhere to speak to you, they call up to arrange it. You should get the hint Connor, because with me, they just appear because they are that desperate to talk to me. They've shown up at my house because they're excited to see me, but you, you're just bleh really.
He quickly runs his fingers through his hair with a cocky smirk on his face.
J2H: Even Pussy burned you by playing you at ya own game and you think you could take away my title cause you don't want me to have it. What are you? A child or something? I bet you was the kid who saw others with a toy that you didn't wanna play with but ya took it off them anyway just to prove a point.
J2H slowly shakes his head in disappointment.
J2H: I'm glad you did the interview and I'm so glad you're getting noticed now, and you have one man to thank for that, and he's standing here talking to you. Because of me accepting your challenge, people now know who you are. You're welcome Connor, you're very, very welcome. For people to know who you are means you're no longer a Nobody. I have taken a guy who poisons groups and made people want to know about him, because people get to listen to me talk about him. Because I had your name in my mouth, you're popular. Was that the plan all along Connor? To use me to make yourself more known. Well played Connor, I'm sure your bookings at autograph signings just went through the roof and now you can charge more than ten bucks for your services.
A casual shrug comes from the champions shoulders.
J2H: You wanna shut me up, get in line cause there's a whole lot of people who want to do it and they have something in common with you Connor, they just can't do it and neither can you. I offered the whole of SCW a chance to do so and scraped the bottom of the barrel with you and Travis, but trust me when I say there's a lot more who want to shut me up and no one will. Fact is, I'm too good for the likes of you and anyone else who wants to step it up to me here. Anyone can come at me, no one's gonna shut me up, I'll say what I want, when I want to who I want. That simple.
J2H wags his finger towards the camera.
J2H: I don't think I'm untouchable, I am untouchable and you know it to the point you have to mention Melody in hopes it's gonna throw me off my game but it won't. Where's your female company at bro?
J2H quickly rubs his chin.
J2H: Unless women are not the company you want to keep, no judgement man, each to their own. I know straight idiots as well as not so straight idiots, all the same to me. Keep harping on about you not being in that match where I won this title, like it would have made a difference, when it really wouldn't have made any kinda difference. You act like if you was there, I wouldn't be champion. So wrong because if you was in it, I would have thrown your sorry ass out too so you could run back to your little friend. You're right, one mistake and my dreams would have been shattered, but I don't make mistakes, and you being in that match wouldn't have made me make a mistake either. Talk numbers game but you're making yourself look stupid. Did I have any friends in the ring? No, the only one remotely close was Casey Williams and I kick that idiot all over the place not long before, hardly call him a friend. Was Austin or Simpson in the ring? No and neither got involved when I pinned Goth too. Keep talking shit about how that match favoured people with friends because I had no one but myself in that ring, and I still won. If you opened your drunken eyes, maybe you'd be taking me just a little bit more seriously.
J2H holds his thumb and forefinger slightly apart.
J2H: Your logic is flawed man, justifying yourself on bullshit and lies ain't gonna win ya shit. Do you think you're special because you didn't jump around when I had everyone else on the end of a string? I don't fear someone who didn't believe I was leaving nor do I give a fuck about that. Feel free to sit and focus on the fact that I could have left, but feat the fact that I never. You're pissy because I insulted your intelligence? Awww did Connor get a little butt hurt
J2H runs his fingers over his eyes, in a mock crying motion.
J2H: Poor baby. I insulted your intelligence for putting a title you never kept anyway, over the top title in the business. Well, let's facts Connor, I was right because clearly, you are as thick as shit. You ramble on about a match that's a numbers game which a solo guy won with no help, you get butt hurt over trash talk, you pull Melody in to this and try to justify things that doesn't matter anymore. That is proof you are not the sharpest tool in the shed. Please, keep mocking the gauntlet match, please do keep telling people it was the only way I could get a shot at the top title. Then please tell people how you got your shot Connor, tell the world how you "earned" it.
J2H rolls his eyes.
J2H: Pot, kettle, black Connor. The bottom line is you want to humble me. Here's the thing, you won't do it in this match, it's beyond your capabilities. I am however humble to the greats in this business but you are not now, nor will you ever be considered a great in this business. But I will humble you.
A more serious look crosses his face.
J2H: I will make you eat every word you've said about me, I will force you to look at me through different eyes when I beat you. You see humbling someone means you have to beat them, it means you have to teach them, it means you have to force them to look up to you and that is something I will never do. It will be the other way around because I will make you see that I'm not just a champion who got lucky, I'm not just a champion who's gonna give up the title just like that. This belt is not a hot potato. This belt is staying here for a long, long time, and you and everyone else will have to just get used to it. Come Sunday night at Blaze Of Glory V, you will be sitting there telling the world that J2H is the greatest champion SCW and the world has ever seen after I beat you and that clown Travis. That's real talk bitch.
J2H walks off camera as the scene fades out.