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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: J2H on October 25, 2024, 01:22:59 PM
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Halloween was a one day of the year thing for most kids around the world but the rich kids of Beverly Hills did it very differently in the gated community of mansions that J2H called home. Days and days of festivities, parents trying to out do other parents with more then just candy. A different costume every day that at times would cost enough to heat a home for a family of four for a month in the winter, would be worn by kids, as their parents embarked in a low key pissing contest. It was Melody's turn to take James Jr around the neighbourhood but J2H himself wasn't far away. Observing from a flat part of the roof of his mansion, he looked down at all the kids going from door to door, safe in the knowledge that Simpson would be putting smiles on children's faces as they knocked on the door with their hands out and hopeful of a good treat.
He listened to the noise below as he watched people move from house to house, knocking on the doors of the neighbours as the camera drew closer to his face.
J2H: Halloween, the time when nightmares are accepted as the standard thing, where kids don't understand why they're dressed like some superhero, but they love the goodies you get from it. It's not unlike what we do because we are fucking superheroes in the ring and we love what we get from it, but some of us are not sure why the fuck we're even there, case in point, you Bill Barnhart.
He looked down as he saw another hopeful face heading towards his front door, to the waiting Simpson who kept a close eye on everything.
J2H: I'm not even gonna be my fucking best today selling this match because I don't have to cause someone booked me against old father time with the delusional thoughts. I don't have to even hear anything that old fool has to say because we know the drill, right Bill? You ramble on, giving the stats on shit about how many times you've been in the ring with someone and lost, you have that old dog around, and that flea bitten thing about, you can decided which I'm talking about. Talk about some kind of championship no one remembers you having, throw in some time wasting song lyrics, usually some shit about not backing down and think you've sold a match, when the truth is, it's the same old boring shit week in, week out from you, then you go to that ring and fucking lose, so you must have to sit there and ask yourself, why the fuck are you even there?
J2H put his hands out in front of him.
J2H: You're shit Bill, you're the most boring mother fucker on the planet and somehow, you're still employed by the company I built, spitting out shit that no one cares about. I'm not even being creative, I'm not even putting in the effort because you're not worth it. These kids are more creative with their costumes then you are at work, and some idiot is paying you!
He slowly shook his head.
J2H: It's an apt time of the year to be facing me, because lately, I'm all about sacrificing lazy bastards who don't live up to the standard that I set, that Kevin Carter sets, that Alexander Raven sets and you don't even come close to any of those standards. You're not even fucking passable as a wrestler, you're barely a human being. You're everything bad about what we do here. Your record absolutely sucks man. There's not a company in the world bad enough that you would be a top star there. You have no drive, you have no creativity, you do the same shit over and over again and think you're gonna end up putting asses in seats. No one wants to see your sweaty old ass on marquees or posters because you can smell your shitty body odour just by looking at a picture of you. You're literally one of the worst people I've ever come across in this business. Haven't you ever wondered why no one wants to work with you? Why not one has ever thought you could do good things together? Even that shit with Senor Vinnie was a bust, because you drag the life out of everyone, you destroy everything around you. People catch your boring disease when they're around you, but you are good for one thing Bill.
A slight smile crossed J2H's face.
J2H: You're good to kick the shit out of and since Jayden is no longer around to just beat up randomly, you'll do just fine.
He wagged his finger at the camera.
J2H: You've been around here like a bad smell for a long time, passed your sell by date as soon as you walked in to this company and done nothing at all since. You've come across me and I kicked the shit out of you then and I have ever intention of doing it all over again because its all you're good for, you'll never be good enough for anything else. We all know you don't look at any shit around you, so I'll take a leaf out of your boring book and tell you what I've been doing. I've been making history and giving every fucking SCW fan shit to remember. I am once again, the biggest star in this place. I am once again the man at the top because people talk more about me here then anyone else in the company and that's straight up fact. While I've been making everyone see that Sin City Wrestling is all about me, no one knows who you are, so you should count yourself lucky that some idiot decided to put you in this match. You should count yourself lucky that anyone would even think you of going against me because its you. You're not here to win Bill, you're not coming in to this to derail what I'm doing, you're coming in to get your ass beat.
He looked down at the joyous kids moving from house to house.
J2H: See that happiness on their faces Bill, that's not gonna be a feeling you'll be feeling anytime soon because it's Halloween and you're stepping in to my house of horrors, you're stepping in to my world and you should go back and look at all the crazy shit I've done lately and all the crazy shit I'm capable of doing to you and anyone else around me. You should look past your own nose and see what's going on around you because I make this experience hell for you Bill. I make this whole thing a serious living nightmare when I step in that ring because if you could have been bothered to actually look at what I was doing instead of your boring generic talking shit, you might have been more interesting, but you'll see that I am not the same guy you stepped in the ring with before, that I'm much more dangerous then I've been before. Go look back at last week, go see what happened when someone got in our way, go look back for fucking months and see what happened. No ones safe Bill, better men then you have fallen and better men will, but you're just the sacrifice this week for us, but you have no fear of my boys getting involved. Did you know I was in a group now? Probably not because you don't.... fucking.... watch.... anything else.
He felt the anger at another person he considered lazy.
J2H: If you did, your shit wouldn't be the same old shit. My group showed what a brotherhood was last week, we showed what we would do to help each other get by but you have no fear of Kevin Carter or Alexander Raven getting involved, because I don't need them to. I don't need them to be anywhere near but if they are, who's gonna stop them?
He couldn't help but smile.
J2H: That thing you call a wife and manager who couldn't beat an egg? She's worse then you are! You have no one Bill, but I don't need them. I don't need to talk for me like you do with her just to make her more relevant. I don't need to have anyone but me. This is your fucking nightmare and like so many people, the blood of the stupid, your blood, will be on my hands. Know what the scary thing is Bill? I don't give a fuck, you're just a means to an end and that end is to show who the fuck we are, what the fuck we're about and that no one can stop us. I'm telling you straight up old man, you simply can't hang with me and your life is in danger on Sunday. I don't care what bullshit match its gonna be, you're fucked.
He stood up and stretched.
J2H: I get the feeling I've spoke more about you then you have about me so I'm just gonna make this very, very clear. Monday morning, you might want to sit down with yourself and ask yourself the question I asked at the top of this whole thing. Why are you doing this when you really can't keep up? Sunday will remind you of the fact that you're just too old, you're too generic, you're too outdated to ever make an impact on anything. It's time for you to be the next person I retire and that's real talk bitch!
And with that, the camera faded to black.