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“What a shame.”
Those very words were heard loud and clear in such a booming voice. A voice that was becoming heard fairly often amongst the Sin City Wrestling universe. A sharp cut of the cameras revealed where that voice was coming from.
A masked figure sitting there in what appeared to be a rather expensive looking chair. Surrounding the background behind them were pictures of J2H and his family. Framed posters with his face on them from various events for SCW over the years.
Along with all of that was the SCW Heavyweight Championship mounted to the wall. The very championship he recently vacated and the one he held on four separate occasions. The setting of this very scene said a lot with the cameras zeroing in.
“For as long as you can remember.
You leave the comfort of your home.
You leave your young child behind.
You leave your wife behind.
You leave this perfect life you’ve built for yourself behind.
And for what? To continue to chase glory. To continue to chase fame.”
Briefly the masked figure shook their head.
“The same fame. The same glory.
That you claim that you don’t need.
That you claim means nothing to you.
That you claim you could live without.
Because you’ve supposedly done everything there is to do in your words.
But despite your claim. You still leave every week.
You still step into the squared circle.
You continue to be a deadbeat absent father.
You continue to neglect your wife and her needs.
Because your ego and your own needs are more important to you.
And at no point has that ever clicked to you.
For whatever reason the intelligence people claim you have
Lacks in this one department. It’s that or. . .
It’s the fact that you truly just don’t give a damn about them.
So, I have to ask the question, which is it J2H?
Are you not as smart as you and everyone else claims?
Or do you simply not care about your family?!”
Behind the mask the lips of the figure could be seen circling into a bit of a smirk. Almost sinister like before they pushed themselves out of the seat they had been sitting in. Taking a couple of steps around the room at a slow pace.
“Here soon, the question is going to be irrelevant.
No answer will be needed. Because your demise is right around the corner.
And I know, I know. I’ve heard it all the last couple of weeks.
You don’t take anything I say seriously. You don’t see me as a threat.
Nothing I’ve said has sunk in for even a second.
What have you called me on multiple times now?
Video man? Yeah, I believe that’s it. And that's you showing your true colors.
That’s just being who you have been for years.
You mock everyone. You laugh at everyone.
You refuse to see anyone as a threat.
And you refuse to give anyone respect.
Your ego is so damn big that it won’t allow you to see anything with a clear head.
Because of that ego and because of the way you carry yourself.
That is what has led to you having a sizable hand in erasing the legacies of people before you.
You had a big part in making sure the legends that created the road that you traveled down were forgotten.
Matter of fact J2H. I’m going to just say what people have been afraid to say for years.
You have done everything in your power to bury anyone and everyone you’ve had contact with!”
The masked figure had finally stopped their pacing. Their attention was diverted to the SCW Heavyweight Championship that was mounted to the wall. In silence they looked up at the gold plated title.
“From legends to equals to up and comers on the roster to even the bottom of the barrel stars.
You did everything you could to bury them. To make them look less than important.
To make sure they had no credibility.
And that even includes vacating that SCW Heavyweight Championship a few weeks ago.
You did it for your own selfish ways.
Couldn’t stand the idea of someone facing you for it.
Because your ego makes you truly believe you’re better than everyone.
And your ego couldn’t handle even the idea of losing.
So you made sure that couldn’t even be a possibility.
Then to make matters worse with that disgusting ego of yours.
You got to say you hand picked everyone that went on to compete for the vacate championship.
They might have been too ignorant to see it, but that wasn’t a compliment.
That wasn’t a term of endearment. That wasn’t your seal of approval.
That wasn’t you telling them that you believe in them or want them as your successor.
Instead all it was your ego once again shining bright.
And you devaluing them because now you can say that if it wasn't for you.
They wouldn’t have become champion. Something to hold over their head.
Something to constantly remind them of. Something to bring out of your back pocket whenever you want.
Also the same thing you would use as leverage whenever you want to bypass everyone for a title shot later on.
Because that’s just what kind of piece of shit you are and always have been.”
By this time the figure had turned away from facing the championship. From the few holes in that mask showcasing the Here.figures facial features. The scowl and utter disgust expression could be seen.
“Sad part is at the end of the day.
I don’t know if I can blame you for being a selfish prick. . .
Or being someone that is about cutting corners.
After all there was a time and a place in my life where I did the same thing.
However, I do blame you for being a man that has a big and I mean a big hand in my legacy being forgotten.
Long before you were a thing in this company.
I was doing everything you are doing.
I was the one with all eyes on me. I was the one that was turning every opponent away with ease.
I was the one that was a fixture in the main event. I was the standard.
It meant something to be in the ring with me.
Even if I wasn’t always the most loved person between those ropes.
Everyone knew that being in the ring with me meant it would make them better.
I’d turn them into a star. At one point I was even considered to be the face of Sin City Wrestling.
And then in a blink of an eye, I was forgotten about.
It was all taken from me, all because of people like you!”[/b]
The expression stayed the same. Still twisted up and a sheer look of disgust. However the pacing around the room had begun once again. A dead give away that the inner thoughts and the rage was shining through.
“I have held onto that. . .
Each day I let it make me a little angrier.
I let it make me a little more bitter.
I watched it turn into undeniable rage.
I let it help me to form the plan that would lead to your demise.
It was simply just a matter of waiting in the winds.
Waiting for the perfect time to strike. Waiting to fill you with the poisonous venom.
The thought of seeing the look in your eyes when your blood runs cold. . .
And the moment that you realize it’s all over. That’s what I am craving.
That’s what I am living for. That’s what I cannot wait to see take place.
Think about it J2H. I’m already in your head. I’ve been in your head for weeks.
You might not be willing to accept it. You might not be willing to admit it.
But it’s true, it’s true. It’s lingering in the back of your head!”
Once again the pacing had come to a stop. The masked figure standing directly in front of the fireplace there inside the room. The figure proceeded to grip a hold of one of the log pokers and lifted it up. Swinging it around in the air.
“As big as your ego is J2H. As much as it blinds you.
As much as it leads to you burying people
As much as it aids you in legacies being forgotten about.
Looking weak. Looking pathetic.
Looking like you’ve been outmatched.
That scares you more than anything.
It’s the very reason you hesitated in challenging me.
And I know you hesitated.
The moment I showed up and blinded you in front of a venue for the people.
Showing that I can strike at any given moment. It puts you on the defense.
Something you didn’t like. Might have even been something you hated.
But it happened. Although, I give it to you for being a man
And making that challenge. Any other time you'd tucked your tail between your legs.
Congratulations for that, but it won’t change the outcome.
I didn’t crawl myself out of the shadows to come up short.
I didn’t make my way back to Sin City Wrestling just to fail.
I didn’t target you just to be another statistic in your storied career.
Failure is not an option for me.
And seeing as my legacy has been buried.
Seeing as my legacy has been forgotten about.
I know there is nothing that can be done to bring it back.
That’s why I don’t care about how this match goes on Sunday.
Having my hand raised in victory isn’t my concern.
Being named the winner of the match doesn’t motivate me.
It doesn’t fuel me. In fact the match itself means nothing to me J2H.
Way I see it, the only thing that's going to right all the wrongs done to me and my legacy. . .
Is following through with your demise and more importantly than that.
Being the man that single handedly erases your legacy from the history books. All by myself.”
Without a warning the masked figure swung that poker right towards a glass case there in the room. The sound of glass shattering filled the airwaves in an ear piercing manner. Particles of glass went flying all over the room and hitting the floor.
The figure proceeded to draw back the poker but only for a brief second. Swing it forward again and hit the glass case. More specifically hitting the shelves inside the case that had several of J2H’s more infamous awards sitting on them.
Awards went crumbing to the bottom of the glass case thanks to those shelves being broken in half. Again the figure drew back that poker and turned around for a brief moment hurling the metal rod with all their might.
It flew across the room connecting with the SCW Heavyweight Championship that was mounted to the wall. Instantly causing a massive crack across that gold plate. The crack ran right down the middle of the championship and ruined the name plate.
For a moment the masked figure just stood there and looked around the room. Seemingly admiring their handy work. Only for them to slowly turn back around towards the cameras. Letting their dark gaze fall upon them.
“J2H. . .
In your lifetime you’ve made countless mistakes.
It happens, we’re all human at the end of the day.
There is no such thing as a perfect person.
But it’s a shame that the mistake you made by being apart of erasing my legacy
Turned out to be the most costly mistake you’ve ever made.
It’s a shame I have to be the reason your wife never feels your lips on hers again.
It’s a shame I have to be the reason your child never feels your embrace again.
But the one thing I won’t be ashamed of is your crucifixion in front of every single SCW fan.
In front of all your peers. In front of all the backstage personnel.
In front of Mark and Christian. . .
Two men that I deem just as guilty as you are for my legacy being destroyed.
This is something that has to be done. I will be satisfied until it is.”
Following those words, the masked figure took a couple of steps forward. Allowing a close up of their face to be seen.
“Welcome to the end.”
Not another word spoken with the masked figure walking forward. Right out of the frame of the cameras. This led to a slow panning shot of the room that had been destroyed. The glass all over the floor was highlighted.
The broken shelves were revealed in greater detail. A close up shot of the cracked SCW Heavyweight Championship was seen. However the final shot being the Hall of Fame plaque of J2H. Eerily highlighting the demise that had been warned. Before everything faded to black.