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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: J2H on January 15, 2016, 12:48:45 PM
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No one said this world wasn't a roller coaster, ups and downs and this week for J2H, it's been exactly that...
A very well lit gym is seen, rows of work out machines are seen side to side, a very modern style of set up, up there with the top gyms in the country, but this isn't a public gym, this is located in the house of J2H, SCW's young superstar, used by the likes of wrestlers from SCW's past whenever SCW has rolled through Beverly Hills, and of course, J2H likes them enough to let them in to his home. The camera moves around to show a replica SCW wrestling ring near the center of the space, before turning towards the far side, where two heavy boxing punch bags are seen and a speed bag. At one of the heavy bags, we see J2H. The camera moves in to show his hands taped up, no boxing gloves, and sweat pouring from his head as he hits the bag with a triple left hand jab, before following in with a heavy right hand. He breathes deep as he rests his head on the heavy bag, the same words pouring through his mind as he breathes deeply.
Do you take, do you take, do you take, do you take...
His jaw tightens as the words move through his mind like a steam engine roaring down a track before the voice of Austin Parker snaps him harshly back to reality.
Austin: No one told ya lazy ass to rest.
J2H snaps his head around, looking at Austin through tired eyes.
J2H: Sorry, I haven't exactly been sleeping right since she made a reappearance on Twitter. I mean who the fuck does that? Disappears forever after messing with my head and comes back to talk to people on Twitter and throw a tweet in my damn direction like we're just meeting again. Who does that?
The young man is of course referring to the recent reappearance of Melody Grace, his ex(?) wife, on Twitter recently.
J2H: This is Mikah's fault, she said her fucking name and out of nowhere, she appears! I know Mikah likes to fuck with people but come on!
Austin breathes deeply as he looks towards the man young enough to be his son (Sorry, Austin!) chewing on his lower lip before shaking his head.
Austin: Do I look like your counselor? I'm here to train ya, not sit there and talk to you about how you got tricked my an idiot and his teddy bear.
J2H turns away from Austin and back to the punch bag, aggressively throwing lefts and rights towards the hard object. He holds it with his left hand and starts to fire off big right shots before turning back to Austin.
J2H: But like seriously!
Austin holds up his hand at J2H, stopping him in his tracks.
Austin: Ah couldn't give a shit if she came back to Twitter, if she came back to ya front door, I couldn't give a shit if ya bumped in to her in Vegas again and got married again. Ah'm here to kick your ass in to shape to take on this CJ Share guy because you've disappointed me lately.
J2H fire a look towards Austin, his eyes narrowed as he wipes the sweat from his brow.
J2H: What's that meant to mean?
A smile crosses Austin's face, knowing he now has his full attention.
Austin: Y'all be losing for fun lately. Everything you thought you had, everything you thought y'all could do, you're throwing it away cause you're lazy. Simon Jones was there for the taking and ya couldn't beat him. You beat him before but not this time. You're getting slack and ya letting me down.
A look of surprise crosses J2H's face as he stares at Austin.
Austin: And now you're letting this get in to your head, ya gonna get ya ass kicked by a guy who like you, can't buy a win in SCW. Difference is ah trained you, losing to him would go against all a've done for you.
J2H turns to face Austin, once again looking at him through narrowed eyes.
J2H: I'm letting you down? I'm letting myself fucking down. I'm sitting there working hard for nothing, I get booked against these losers after I took probably the biggest win of my career against Simon Jones the first time around, they had chance after chance to book me against better people, but no, I got the shit end of the stick and I'm now facing this loser.
J2H takes a step closer to Austin.
J2H: It's good for you, go tell people what to do, because you've won a world championship. I get out there and can beat anyone when I want to and see what happens with me? I get shafted and put against people who are lucky to even be here. I put on a wrestling master class with Despayre, I beat Simon Jones.
Austin: He also beat you last week.
Austin smirks at J2H, causing the young man to raise his tone.
J2H: When was the last time you beat anyone?
Austin taps the side of his cheek.
Austin: That'll be against some guy called Hot Stuff Mark Ward, heard of him?
J2H raises a finger towards Austin, but no words come out of his mouth.
Austin: Yeah, that's what I thought.
J2H: This isn't about you Austin, it's about me, it's about where I should be. You're the past, I'm the future.
Austin: Boy if I didn't like the fire in ya right now, I'd slap it right out of ya!
J2H: Your slap would be the least of my problems right now.
Simpson, watching the exchange from off camera, moves towards the two, holding a bottle of water in his hand. He hands it to J2H who nods his head towards him. He takes the bottle cap off from the water and takes a huge gulp. He points towards Simpson.
J2H: Just the person I wanted to see.
Simpson: Sir?
J2H: I think it's about time we upgraded security, changed the locks, get sniffer dogs, snipers if need be.
Austin and Simpson exchange a look of confusion, while J2H continues to look seriously.
Simpson: May I ask why sir?
J2H: No, don't question me, just do it.
Austin: He's scared a little blonde the size of your arm is gonna get him while he sleeps.
J2H rolls his eyes at Austin and turns back to Simpson.
Simpson: The cost sir....
J2H: Fuck the cost, sell the house instead if you're worried about cost Simpson!
Austin spins J2H around, his hands on his shoulder.
Austin: Boy, forget all this stuff and get yer head in the game. Take five minutes then get back out here and focus on CJ Sharpe!
Austin points towards a door at the side of the room. J2H looks towards it and marches off, walking in to the room, a small shower room, with a shower to the right, a sink and mirror directly in front. He walks towards the mirror and turns on a tap, letting the cold water run on to his fingers before splashing it on to his face. He looks in the mirror at himself.
J2H: Get my mind in the game? Get myself ready to face some no talent bum who thinks he's better than he actually is? Seriously Austin? You doubt I can beat this guy cause my past rears it's head and thinks it can mess with my head again? It's not happening that way, it will never happen that way. I'm going to beat this guy so bad, he's gonna run back to whatever fucking rock he came from underneath! This guy isn't in anyone's league, he sucks!
He casually flicks water through his hair.
J2H: He's already in a bad place cause after this week, I'm in the mood to go out there and destroy the world if I had to, let alone this loser who has done nothing since showing up. It's that bad, I had to actually research who this clown is and dear God, how the fuck did he even get hired? There's not potential there, there's nothing, just a guy to beat up on and that's it, nothing more, nothing less. Just someone to use more than that punch bag I was just on!
He looks at himself in the mirror seriously.
J2H: These people are wasting my talent putting me in the ring with this guy. They're using me to try and make this joke look good.
He quickly shakes his head.
J2H: All that's gonna happen is I'm gonna go out there and use him to just beat on over and over because that's the mood I'm in. This is gonna be a bad week for CJ Sharpe, because he didn't know this was gonna happen, he didn't know something would happen this week that would make me wanna beat the living hell out of someone.
He clenches his fists tight as he looks at himself.
J2H: I almost feel sorry for this guy cause I could end his SCW career on Sunday, I can beat him so bad, that he will never be able to wrestle professionally again, no one will hire him. The face paint will have to go and he'll have to be just a normal average nobody. This guy has no idea how bad it's gonna get for him because my weeks frustrations are going to be taken out on him.
J2H breathes deeply
J2H: CJ Sharpe should enjoy this spotlight while he can, because after Sunday when I destroy him, his spotlight will fade faster than anything he could ever imagine. I'm not coming to be nice, I'm not coming to just win, I'm coming to hurt somebody and he's the unlucky piece of shit that stands in my way. He's getting hurt, there's no other words for it.
J2H hammers his fist down on the sink.
J2H: CJ Sharpe is well and truly fucked! That's real fucking talk, that fucking simple!
J2H turn around, grabbing hold of the shower room door and ripping it open, before slamming it behind him as the scene fades out.