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The shot found itself opening up to a very unfamiliar part of the Princess Cruise Ship. That being where all the engines that powered the ship and carried them to their destination.
The area was secluded and poorly lit. After all, there was no need for most people to be here. Off in the distance the light shined just right to reveal the masked enigma.
The Entity sat there in peace. With their head tilting up some those hateful glowing eyes could finally be seen with silence being broken.
“Why?”
By then the cameras had zoomed in a little more. To get a close up of that masked figure.
“Why am I getting involved?
Why does this concern me?
Why am I throwing my name in the hat?
Why did I choose to be Jayden Harris’s tag team partner?
Why do I care who wins and loses in this situation?”
Their painted lips had curled into a small devious smirk. One that just told the viewers that there was something evil awaiting.
“For two weeks now.
Some variant of that question has been asked.
Over and over and over again.
Not that it is anyone’s concern.
Or anyone’s business.
I owe none of you a goddamn thing.
But I’ll bite.
Let me start off by saying. It has nothing to do with Jayden.
Quite honestly. . .
I don’t care if the kid crashes and burns on his journey here.
Whatever bed he has made for himself.
He can lie in it and deal with what comes.
That’s none of my concern.
But when it comes to J2H and Alexander Raven.
That’s where I feel like it becomes my concern.
That’s when I feel like I need to insert myself.
And that’s when I feel like something needs to be handled.
But I can see the confusion.”
A slight shake in the masked figure’s head was seen. Before Entity found themselves standing up from where they were sitting. Taking a couple of steps forward.
“To start off with when it comes to Mr. Raven.
That’s a fun little story for me to tell when it comes to where I fit in.
You see for the longest time you have been telling the world.
Anyone and everyone that would listen.
That you’ve been held back from reaching your full potential.
Every opportunity you’ve had, Mr. Raven.
It’s been about how Ward and Underwood have been out to screw you.
Out to sabotage you in any way they could.
Every chance you’ve gotten. You’ve told us all.
How you have been intentionally set up to fail.
Nothing seems to please you more. . .
Than setting out to make yourself seem like a victim.
To try and gather some type of sympathy from someone.
You desire to have this massive pity party.
But there’s so many holes in your plot line. It doesn’t make sense.”
Those sets of eyes showed a different look to them. One that showed a hint of disgust and disappointment. Although it didn’t seem to last long.
“How can you claim to be held back?
Yet, you are the current Roulette Champion.
How can you say no one wants to see you succeed?
Yet, you were given a chance to become a double champion a few weeks ago.
How can you stand there with a straight face and say they don’t want you here?
Yet, you are on the supercard and are still employed by Sin City Wrestling.
You see none of what you say is making sense Mr. Raven.
In fact all this says is you’re a giant man child that believes he’s better than what he is.
And because you’re not in the positions you believe you should be.
Instead of looking yourself in the mirror and taking accountability.
It has to be someone else's fault. It had to be the wrongdoings of others.
You’re a sad pathetic little excuse for a man.”
Entity’s eyes glowing once again with hate as they narrowed.
“You are celebrated in ways.
You are recognized in ways.
You are still given chances to improve and be something.
Meanwhile I’m someone that has truly lived the career you’re trying to claim.
Christian. Mark. They actually did do me dirty.
Brought me in based on name value.
Promised me the world, but as soon as pen was to paper.
I was thrown into a shitty tag team that was never going to amount to anything.
Set up right out the gate to fail.
It was made clear right then and there how they viewed me.
But I didn’t act like you, Mr. Raven.
No, I took it on the chin and made the most of it.
Succeed in that tag team. Passed up my partner easily.
And made them see that they were making a big mistake.
Although they wouldn’t admit that to me.
Then despite all odds and against everything they wanted.
I was good enough to get myself into the quote main event scene.
I captured the World Heavyweight Championship.
Something you haven’t done and more than likely will never do.
But I did it and it didn’t settle well with them.
From then on they were hell bent on seeing to it that I failed.
Throwing their favorites and their so-called legends at me.
I wasn’t their Goth. I wasn’t their Drake Green.
They weren’t going to get behind me like they did them.
Constantly putting me in unwinnable situations.
And I kept overcoming it all.
Until one day I didn’t and when that happened.
I was told my contract wouldn’t be renewed.
They informed me they were going in a different direction.
That I no longer fit their mold. Not that I ever did.”
Entity found themselves continuing to stroll along. The engines of the cruise ship got a little louder with each passing moment as clearly speed was beginning to pick up for it.
“And since then...
No mention of my name.
No mention of what I’ve done/
No mention of what I accomplished.
They were determined to erase my legacy.
To which they succeeded in doing so.
I was a true victim of biasedness.
A true victim of unfair treatment.
Unlike you, Mr. Raven.
It’s only being said because of your own insecurities.
But rest assured this Sunday.
I’ll show you what being a true victim is all about.
To the point you’ll wish everything you have been saying was true.
And to the point you are going to tell yourself.
You should have just left earlier.”
The piercing glare of the masked figure said all it needed to with those remarks.
“The pain I intend to inflict on you.
It’ll be unlike anything you have ever experienced before.
The amount of blood you’re going to lose at my hands.
It’ll truly look like a massacre took place.
The unconscious heap I have every intention of leaving you in.
It’ll be a constant scene replayed in every video package from here on out.
I’ve experienced everything you wish you had while at the same time.
I am everything that you wish that you were.
Simply put Mr. Raven. You’re just a pawn in this game of chess.
And check-mate. Game over.”
Once again the devious smirk crossed the masked figure’s painted lips. As the Entity found itself coming to a stop and leaning against the wall.
“And then there’s you, J2H.
You are also a concern of mine.
For no other reason than our story here isn’t finished.
You see, everyone knows the story about when I showed up a few months ago.
I came back and I targeted you.
And the reason I targeted you is because you got to live the career I was meant to have.
From day one you had Mark and Christian behind you.
From day one you had everyone singing your praises.
Fans may have hated you, but they still showed up to see you compete.
The locker room may have feared you, but at the same time they respected you.
You had all the big main events.
You had historic championship reign after championship reign.
And ultimately you landed yourself in the Hall of Fame.
You got to live everything I was meant to have and in a lot of ways they just handed it to you.
So you became public enemy number one for me.
And in doing so it didn’t take me long at all to figure out.
You’re not the big bad wolf everyone says you are.
No, not at all. Instead J2H is just a gimmick.
A character. Someone you see in fairytales.
It’s one giant facade put on for the SCW Universe.
But James, the man.
Well that’s a different story isn’t it?
James, the man is weak minded.
James, the man is a coward.
James, the man is bottom of the barrel scum.
And James, the man isn’t anything special.”
Cameras found themselves zooming in once again on the Entity’s masked face. Their tone was starting to take a slight turn into something a little nastier sounding.
A little more bitter if one will. Keeping their arms folded across their chest staring right at the little red light that was on said camera.
“The moment I got into the ring with you.
I found that out first hand.
You even admit it yourself. I struck fear into you.
I changed the way you saw things.
I made you realize just how brutal this world can be.
When you’ve got a giant target on your back.
I made your life hell for weeks upon weeks.
Then when we got into the ring with each other.
I put you through more physical torture than you’ve ever dreamed of going through.
Several times in that match. I saw it in your eyes.
You wanted to quit. You wanted to give up. You wanted to go home.
But your ego wouldn’t allow it.
However, I took pity on you that night.
Once I realized who you were as a person, James.
I knew there was nothing for me to be jealous of anymore.
You are not what you have been hyped up to be.
And beating you within an inch of your life was good enough.
By the way, you never thanked me for letting you survive.”
There was a little bit of a chuckle that escaped those painted lips. Still with the same bitter and ungenuine tone to it.
“This time though. I won’t have pity on you.
I’m not going to disappear mid-match and let you live to fight another day.
Not when you went right back into the gimmick and the character.
Pretending as if I didn’t expose you in front of the world to see.
If that’s how you’re going to be. Then you deserve what’s coming your way.
There’s only two saving graces for you in this situation.
One, it’s not like the last match we had. I unfortunately have to destroy you.
Within the confines of the rules. No flaming tables.
No thumb tacks. No chair shots. So on and so forth.
I have to deal with the rules.
I can deal with that for one night.
I can act right to not get disqualified just to beat your ass.
Of course that’s where the other saving grace for you comes in.
This is a tag match. Yes, it’s one I inserted myself into.
But It’s still a tag match.
You have a partner you seemingly can trust.
As confusing as it is you’d dumb yourself down to teaming with someone less than you.
But it’s something you seemingly trust and that will make a difference.
Meanwhile I have to deal with a man-child that only seems to react off emotions.
That is a potentially toxic situation for me.
Rest assured though. If Jayden costs me. . .
What I am aiming to go out and do.
Then when this is all said and done. He’ll become my problem.
And I’ll do what you two haven’t been able to do.
That'll be his career off, before it can even begin.”
The look in their eyes was one that showed just how serious they were. Even with things failing over the last few weeks for the Entity.
Despite all of that, they will still someone that believed in everything that they said. Not one that was weak minded and not one that could have someone get to them.
“The two of you have desperately wanted to be the center of attention.
One of you wants to be something you will never be.
And the other wants everyone to buy into their bullshit legend again.
So bad to the point that you are making yourselves look more and more pathetic.
By each and every passing second.
But this is where it ends.
Not only will you not become the center of attention like you crave.
But no one is ever going to say the name Alexander Raven again.
No one is ever going to say J2H was a legend ever again.
Because, I am going to do what should have been done a long time ago.
Take you out behind the shed and put a bullet between both your eyes.
Old yeller style.”
That evil smirk seemed to grow a little more.
“No matter how many years have passed. No matter how much they don’t want it to be a thing.
My career, my legacy, and my name will be restored. It will live on for generations to come.
Sin City Wrestling, you will bow before your messiah.
Long Live The Entity!”
Entity took a couple of steps forward with those glaring eyes still being the focus point. Reaching out with their gloved hand they covered the lens of the cameras. Forcing the shot to come to an end.
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In less than twenty four hours Sin City Wrestling would set out for their summer cruise which consisted of the supercard event Summer XXXtreme taking place. One of the most talked about events of the summer and rightfully so. Now with the cameras rolling in they found themselves on the very cruise that was set to take sail. In particular the cameras opened up on the Captain’s cabin.
Focused on a chair that found itself spinning around in a matter of seconds to reveal the person sitting there was none other than the second generation sensation, Jayden. An arrogant smirk crossed his lips as he put his hands behind his head and tossed his feet up on the desk before him. Not taking long at all for that arrogance to ooze out of him.
“Being a captain isn’t something that you can just become overnight.”
A tiny little shake of his head could be seen.
“To be a captain, it takes years of experience. It takes years of dedication. Requires a bunch of knowledge. You need to know the ins and outs of the ship you’re in charge of. There’s a lot that comes with it. By no means is it considered an easy job, but every now and then. Someone will come along that won’t have to work as hard as everyone else when it comes to being a captain.
Now there’s a couple different reasons that may happen. That person could have been born into a family of captains. Something that they had been around, introduced, and showed at such an early age. That it’s something that was maintained when they became an adult and decided to pursue that career. Or it could simply just be something that person was born to do. All raw natural talent.”
Following those words, it was the little point to himself that drove home the point he was trying to make. From there he dragged his feet off the desk and stood himself up starting to walk around the desk.
“The people that have all the natural raw talent. The people that are just good at it. The people that are just natural born captains. Boy oh boy are they hated by so many others. It’s usually the former captains that were just never that good or people that could never quite be a captain. How fitting of our situation when you think about it am I right gentlemen?
You see, while I ignore most of it. I hear and see all that’s been said about me since I arrived here. Most of the time it’s from peanut gallery pussies. They aren’t worth the time of day of being addressed in the first place. But they’re just like you two. Jealous of the raw natural talent I have. Jealous that in that ring I’m better than them in year two than they are in year ten.
Jealous that I can easily take over as the captain of Sin City Wrestling and steer this ship into the right direction that it has so desperately needed for years. I just don’t care enough to do something for the whole company. All I want to do is benefit me and me alone. But because that’s who I am. Because that’s how good I can be. It bothers people. It bothers you, James and you, Alexander.”
His lips remained curled a bit into that smirk. Something about it just drove the point home that he truly enjoyed getting under someone’s skin. In specific the two men he was talking about.
“Let’s start with you, Alexander!
Why does it bother you so much how good I am? Well, it’s simple, I am without a doubt the future of professional wrestling. Whereas you have at no point in time ever been considered to be the future. At no point has anyone ever considered you to be a main eventer here. No one has ever looked at you and said you know that Alexander Raven guy. He sure has future World Champion written on him.
Since the day you stepped foot in this place. You’ve always been just looked at as just a good hand. Not terrible. Not great. But you're passable. You’ll have your moment in the sun against the likes of Rodrigo Afonso, Justin Smith, and Bill Barnhart. However, that’s where it ends. Your name put on the card against anyone else and people run to vegas to put their paycheck on you,
In the sense that it’s a guarantee you’re going to choke and it’ll get them some money. However you’re so goddamn delusional and refuse to accept what your role is around here. That you just had to come up with something to explain your shortcomings. It had to be everyone else’s fault. It had to be this company holding your back. It was Mark and Christian’s fault.
All this talk about conspiracies, being held back, and how you can’t wait until your contract is up in x amount of months so you can go somewhere else. How you are going to rejoice and be so happy that you’re working for a company that sees some much value in you. Working for a place that respects you. And working for a place that is going to see you as a main event star.”
Jayden shook his head from side to side. Finding himself just taking a seat on the edge of that desk. His arms now folded across his chest with a disappointing look taking over his expression.
“Dawg, I told you a few weeks ago when I beat the piss out of you. No one is buying the bullshit you’re selling. No one believes the conspiracy theories. No one believes you’re being held back. In fact they all believe what I already said. You’re just not that good homie. Never have been. Never will be. And just like I said before. You can leave at any given point.
I would bet money on the fact that you would receive no legal repercussions for breaking your contract early. Zero chance you get sued going somewhere else and trying to slander the company’s name. And the reason for that is because you serve no real purpose. Losing you doesn’t hurt the company in any way, shape, or form. So please take your ass on somewhere else.
As we’re all sick and tired of hearing you bitch. But in the same breath of saying that. I know you’re not going to go anywhere. You’re not going to be a man of his word. No, you’re just like a female Alexander. You want attention twenty four seven. Even if it's negative attention you’re getting said attention. Pathetic if you ask me, but what can I really expect from a man that acts like a true bitch?
Then of course I have to take the other thing into consideration. You’ve managed to convince James to allow yourself to leach to him. After that man has dog-walked you several times throughout the years. Somehow you’ve convinced him into allowing you to be by his side. Be his best friend and form whatever this stupid team is. And because it’s a thing you believe it’s going to change things for you.
You believe that by James dragging you along for the ride. It’s suddenly going to make you relevant and suddenly going to make you mean something. When in reality all it’s going to do is make you look like a glorified side kick. Even your wife outshines you, so really that’s something you should already be used to, Alexander. But trust me when I tell you, this alliance isn’t going to work out like you think.”
Another little shake of the young man’s head. As he spoke with such certainty, almost as if he knew something the man he addressed didn’t know.
“For crying out loud Alexander...
With J2H agreeing to let you latch onto his nuts. It should have been easy for the two of you to take me out a couple weeks ago. Because let’s be honest here. Two is always going to outweigh one. No matter the situation. I’m not an idiot. I understand realities, but with that being said the reality is you just aren’t good enough to put a permanent end to me. No matter who is carrying you.
You two did a good job in putting me down, but it wasn’t enough to keep me down. In fact all the two of you ended up doing was pissing me off a whole lot more than I already was. You also motivated me just a little bit more. Lit that fire inside of me that hasn’t been lit yet. Once we all see each other on Sunday. You’re both going to get a major reality check.
You can’t achieve what you’re set out to achieve against me. And when that becomes a reality. Also the reality will set in on James. That you’re nothing more than dead weight. You’re still the useless bag of shit you were months ago when he was punking your ass up and down the ring. Once that reality sets back in, he’s going to drop you like a bad habit Alexander.
Then you’re going to go from being J2H’s lackey back to being one of the resident punching bags for SCW. No one likes the truth. No one likes reality, but that’s what it is. Whether you want to believe it or not. Just like the way I see things with this match Alexander. The only way it can end now is when I gut you like a fish in front of the world to see!”
The arrogance on Jayden’s face at that moment said everything it needed to say. Now whether or not the words he said were taken seriously or not. That was not his concern. His warning had been sent and now it was up to him to carry it out until the finish.
The days were ticking down before Jayden was set to head out to sea for what would be another big match. Not quite as big as he had back at Into The Void, but it was still pretty big for someone so young in his career. It had been months since Jayden had actually ‘come home’. It was a lot of being on the road and staying with his girlfriend.
Today, it was early enough that he didn’t think it would be a situation where he would have to deal with anyone when it came to using the family gym. Turning the lights on, the gym had just about everything you could ask for. The thing he needed the most was the ring though. Approaching it as he tossed his duffle bag down in the corner and pulled himself up onto the ring apron.
Wiping his feet off on the apron before swinging one his legs over the ropes and climbing in. First thing he did was lean against the ropes and start to stretch himself out. But it turned out that he wasn’t as alone as he had liked or wanted. “Didn’t I tell you to leave it alone?” was the phrase he heard causing him to turn his attention in the direction of the voice. Approaching the ring was his father.
JAYDEN HARRIS: I don’t have time to deal with this.
MICHAEL HARRIS: That’s too fucking bad.
The older man pulled himself up on the apron and climbed into the ring. Jayden turned his back to his father and started to approach the corner. However before he got far, Michael grabbed his arm and spin him around.
MICHAEL HARRIS: You will look at me when I talk to you.
JAYDEN HARRIS: Touch me again...
MICHAEL HARRIS: And you’ll what? I’ll knock your teeth down your throat before you had a chance to even swing first!
The comment from his father had Jayden seething.
MICHAEL HARRIS: I get it Jayden. I fucking get it more than anyone else would. At twenty one. I thought I could take on the world too. I thought I was untouchable. I thought I was invincible. I believed I could take on the world and make as many enemies as I wanted...
JAYDEN HARRIS: Let me just stop you right there, old man. Are we really going to do this again? Take a trip down memory lane of your career once again?! You’re insufferable sometimes.
MICHAEL HARRIS: Excuse me?!
JAYDEN HARRIS: You supposedly retired. You left it all behind but you can’t stop yourself from talking about your hay day. Ever since I got into this business. It’s all you talk about. Compare your career to mine.
The seething in Jayden was coming out a little more.
JAYDEN HARRIS: Making sure I understand that your career outshines mine. Making sure I understand that right now I’m nothing compared to you as far as the business goes. But you haven’t even given me a chance to stand out and see what I can do.
MICHAEL HARRIS: You have it all wrong. You selfish little brat!
JAYDEN HARRIS: Well, I wonder where I learned selfishness from.
That comment had Michael turned a certain shade of red in the face. Clearly not happy with the comment either. Both men seemingly knew how to get under the other’s skin.
JAYDEN HARRIS: I don’t have it wrong. You couldn’t even just stay away from Sin City Wrestling and let me have my time in the sun. No, you just had to be the host of Summer XXXtreme. And you can tell everyone else whatever you want to tell them. I’m your son. I know more than anyone else how you are. You agreed to be the host for your own selfishness and to boost your own ego.
The narrowed gaze on Michael’s expression said it all. He wasn’t one that tolerated disrespect, but to receive from his kid. That was a different story. Disrespectful on a whole different level.
JAYDEN HARRIS: I told you weeks ago. You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. I’m an adult. I’m in control of my life now. I’m in control of my career. I did what I needed to do. Those two weren’t just getting away with what they did to me. And I know why it bothers you that I didn’t let it be. It has everything to do with the fact that I didn’t ask you to be in my corner. Newsflash Dad, I don’t need NOR do I want you in my corner. It’s a little too late for all of that.
Jayden found himself leaning in the corner of the ring now. Glaring back at his father, not backing down from whatever business he felt he needed to stand on.
JAYDEN HARRIS: That eats alive at you. I can tell, but you know maybe just maybe if you had been a better father. Been around more when I was a kid. Did more to support me back then. Today’s conversation might’ve been a little different. But you did what you did. That’s fine. It’s in the past. You can’t go back and change it. And I can’t change how I am now. But I’m going to tell you one thing.
MICHAEL HARRIS: Go ahead Jayden. Be the man that you think you are. Get it off your chest.
JAYDEN HARRIS: Stay your old ass in the back and handle whatever bitch tasks that comes with being involved as the host. Don’t come out there during my match. Don’t stick your nose in my business. Don’t alter any stipulations. As a matter of fact, don’t even bother watching the match. I’ve got this all on my own. The sooner you start to understand that. Maybe you can finally come to peace with retiring.
He found himself just looking back at his father. The tension between the two had gotten so thick so fast. Michael nodded his head a little bit.
MICHAEL HARRIS: There is so much I want to say to your stupid self entitled ass but clearly you’re a man now. You’re all grown up. You don’t need help. You don’t need guidance. No one can tell you a goddamn thing right, kid?
JAYDEN HARRIS: Glad to see dementia hasn’t set in yet, Pops.
MICHAEL HARRIS: That’s clever. Not the first person to use a remark like that. Since no one can tell you anything. Maybe you should go back to the drawing board when it comes to insults, junior.
He found himself taking a step back and started to exit the ring. Stopping right there on the apron to look back at his oldest.
MICHAEL HARRIS: I only told you to leave it alone because I know right now you aren’t ready. Your ego is still far too fragile and your skills aren’t where you want them to be right now. But don’t worry Jayden, I’ll let you be the man you think you are. But dont come crying to me when those two split your head like a fucking egg.
Following those words, the older of the two men jumped down from the apron. Finding himself walking on out of the gym. Leaving Jayden standing there in the corner. Still seething, still feeling some type of way in the pit of his gut. All the Brat wanted more than anything was to get out from under his father’s shadow and handle things on his own. Even if this was going about things the wrong way. He was going to have to learn to sink or swim on his own.
“James.”
The Brat still sat there on the corner of the desk that belonged to the cabin. His eyes narrowing a little bit just by mentioning the man’s name.
“Isn’t this getting old?
I mean the whole having to latch yourself to the last name Harris to have even the tiniest amount of relevance once again. That hasn’t gotten old yet? I get it. Last year was the most people have cared or given a shit about you in years. I get that it revitalized you in ways. I totally understand it was a chance for you to prove to people you still mattered, but jesus christ my guy. Get off our dick.
Can you be that hung up about me running you over? Sure, I messed up. I didn’t get the job done. You should be rotting in a grave somewhere. That’s totally on me. But are you really that obsessed over it? You’re making it sound like I did something to your family and how I made it so personal. Yet, at the same time you -- the man that claims that he doesn’t need the money or this company.
You’re the man that makes it sound so negative when you have to be around. A man that constantly vacates championships left and right because there’s supposedly no competition. Yet, you’re miserable ass is still around more often than that. Sounds like you’re the one doing more damage to your family. By being a failing father that chooses not to be home and watch his child grow.
By being a horrible husband, choosing that work is more important than how your wife feels and what she wants. Your displacement of blame on me makes no sense when you’ve been around all this time well before I ever showed up. You’re just too much of a coward to look yourself in the mirror and admit the truth. You’re a glory hound. You crave attention. You desire to be the captain steering the ship.”
Jayden had finally pushed himself off the corner of that desk. Taking a couple of steps forward and within a couple seconds the entire control center for the ship became clear in the camera shot. Reaching out with his right hand, he let his fingers guide along the wheel.
“You can try to deny it all you want, but the proof is all over.
Now there’s no denying the fact that at one point James. You truly were the captain of Sin City Wrestling. You steered the ship for many-many years. You were feared because of how you ruled with an iron fist. People pissed down their legs the moment that they knew they had to be in the ring with you. It was rare that your name ever came up in the loss column.
I’ve done my research James. I am more than aware of what I am up against. Been prepared for a long-long time. But in knowing why you feel the way you do as far as being invincible. I also see the cracks in your armor that you don’t see and have never seen. Yes, at one point you with the captain but that entire time all you were doing was leading this company down a horrific path.
You’re the primary reason this company has been sinking for a long time. There’s people that have come along and have tried to keep it a float. It’s why it still exists, but you’re the reason that it has started to sink. You’re the reason this company has been close to non-existing on a couple occasions. You want to act like you’re the man and want to pretend you’re everything to this company.
But the moment someone shows up that becomes threatening to you. The moment you might actually have to work to prove why you are what you say that you are. The second someone seems like they might be a challenge. You want to tuck your tail between your legs and run away. Disappear for a few weeks to a month. Drop your title. Abandon the ship. Leave it high and dry.
Without a single care in the world for what could happen. As long as you come out protected and looking like gold. That’s ultimately all that matters to you. But in reality it’s fucking pathetic and it makes you look like a quivering pussy. Just not very many people have had the balls to actually call it out as such. But I’m not a coward. I’m not going to back down. I’m not going to run away just because of your reputation.”
Both of his hands now rested on either side of the wheel. Gripping it and giving it a little twist here and there. Almost as if he was just trying to get a feel for it.
“Which if I’m being honest James.
That’s probably something that irks you to your core. That your reputation can’t scare me and make me back down like it has done to so many others in the past. But to get back to the point at hand. You will take your balls and essentially run home for a little while. However, after a little bit. That desire starts to burn deep in the pit of your gut. That craving for attention starts to ooze out of you.
Your ego starts to let you know it needs to be stroked. And that mindset of being a captain takes over. Leading to your eventual return. And as always because of your reputation. You don’t have to work for anything. You’re just thrusted back into the lime-light. You take what you want. You reach the top once again. Take back the seat of being captain. Until you decide to sink it again by running away.
Rinse and repeat. Over and over again. It just keeps happening and this company keeps allowing it to happen. It’s downright pathetic. Now I dare you to say I’m a liar James. I dare you tell me that I’m making things up. I dare you to try and deny any of this. Because it doesn’t take much to look at the history books of this place and see where you get exposed.
I get that it’s a bitter pill for you to swallow. A harsh reality for you to live in. But it’s a reality that you’ve created. It’s about damn time that you face it. Because as long as I exist within this company. I’m going to bring it up. I’m going to shove it in your face. I’m going to make it hard for you to run away from. Basically the way I see it James.
I’m going to make you along with all the followers that you have see it and start to believe in it. Once that happens. Once it starts to sink in. People begin to abandon you the way you’ve abandoned this place. Once you start to believe things as they are and it ruins your world. It’ll finally start to get better around here. Because the world that this place lives in that you are the end all be all will no longer exist.”
Taking his hands off the wheel. Jayden found himself turning back around to face the cameras there in the cabin.
“The thing I just don’t understand...
Why would you form this alliance with Alexander? What is it that you’re getting out of it James? How does it benefit you at all? It’s not like that man has ever been viewed as a true threat. Nor has he ever been viewed as a leader of any sorts. No one would ever consider Alexander the captain of anything. So, even wanting him as a co-captain just doesn’t make sense to me.
Deep down inside you, James. You know that man is going to disappoint you. You know that he’s the weak link of this alliance. You know as long as the two of you are associated with each other. You’re going to be laughed at and he’s never going to be viewed as your equal. So again, I have to ask. What’s the point? What do you gain here?
Unless the time that you never thought would come is actually on the horizon. Unless it’s clear in your head now that you know you can’t be what you once were. Unless the reality has started to set in that you cannot do anything on your own anymore. You cannot succeed. You cannot be at the top of the mountain without helping getting there.
If that’s the case. If that’s what you are using Alexander for. My oh my has the mighty fallen. But at the end of the day. You have to do whatever you think is going to benefit you. It may be laughable and pathetic in my eyes, but it isn’t going to stop you from doing it. However, let me just make it more than clear to you. Your days at the top are indeed done. You are never reclaiming that spot.”
Another small little shake of his head could be seen. Keeping those eyes locked forward.
“Gentlemen. I would have much rather this been a handicap match.
That way the two of you couldn’t whine and complain about anything. So you both couldn’t bicker like the little twats that you are. But my hands were tied and at zero hour someone decided to step up to be my tag partner. It was already bad enough that the two of you had to deal with me. Someone that doesn’t respect you and has no problem making you look like fools.
But now you’re also in the ring with someone that doesn’t care about your physical well-being. In the ring with someone that doesn’t care how many bones he has to break or muscles he has to tear. Someone that clearly thrives off of chaos and destruction. Very different from how I handle business, but if he’s going to aid me in what needs to be done. Then so be it.
But you are without a doubt outmatched. You are outclassed. You are about to be in a world of hurt. When in reality, once you really think about it and break it down. The two of you have no one to blame but yourselves for what’s waiting around the corner for you. You wanted to play with fire. Now you’re going to get third degree burns!”
Jayden found himself then walking towards the door of the cabin. Before he walked out he stopped and reached up grabbing the Captain’s hat that sat firmly on a hook. Taking it in his hands and looking at it for a second. Before placing it on his head and looking right at the cameras a final time.
“I’m the captain now, bitch.”
Offering that smug smirk that only he could give. Jayden grabbed the door and slammed it shut on his way out of the cabin. Leaving the cameras to linger there for a second or two before fading to black. Leaving the entire SCW Universe to wonder what was going to happen when all four men collided with one another in twenty four hours time.