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Climax Control Archives / J2Hism

« on: August 19, 2016, 04:57:34 PM »

The first leg of another SCW tour is officially over as SCW World Champion, J2H walks in to his Beverly Hills mansion. His eyes tired after a late night out in Vancouver, followed by an early flight back to Beverly Hills. The door of his mansion opens and he walks in the door, a bag over his back and SCW World Championship over his free shoulder, quickly followed by Simpson, pulling a suitcase on wheels behind him. J2H looks around the house, part of him very glad to be home, knowing that he will constantly flying too and from the country to his north. Part of him had missed home, part of him had missed Melody, who was strangely not at the show through illness... Well, as ill as you can be after partying on an exotic island with your friends for a couple of days, while the champion did his usual media things. He thought about her while she was having fun with her friends, even if he doesn't overly like her friends, one in particular that he can't stand, but he mostly trusted her, considering his recent paranoid tendencies, mostly is a big improvement. At his worst, he would have been pissed at her, ending the relationship for spending more time with her friends than him, but he had found a way to distract himself while being away from her, considering a new lady in his life... No, not in that sense, you'll see a little later.

He drops the bag next to him as he sighs deeply, knowing he has much to do, and little time to do so. Today was his day to get that new lady in his life and be damned to what Melody would have to say about it. It's not like Melody was around at the moment, he didn't know where she was, what she was doing and who with. Three hours on a flight between cities doesn't seem too bad, but for some reason, the champion felt more tired than usual as thoughts weighed heavy on his mind. He stands and stares down the hallway, Simpson closing the door behind him, but the sound of the whole world was blocked out.

He should have been happy to be able to put his feet up, but he felt like he was being dragged down by an invisible force.

Simpson: Are you ok, sir?

The burly man standing behind him asks, yet no response can be heard from J2H as he stares towards the living room area of the grand house. His thoughts smashed in to one, everything from Chris Shipman being his next opponent, to where Melody was and what she'd been doing, what's next now he's got the record, can he really convert himself in to being a God? So many questions were filling his mind at once, but one was soon to be answered.

QUACK!

Snapping to his senses, he looks towards his feet, seeing the familiar....

J2H: Dexter?

Looking down at Melody's pet duck circling his feet, a curious look crosses his face as he thinks back to leaving the house, being sure that the house was secure and wondering how the duck managed to get in. Was a window left open upstairs? Couldn't have been, Dexter spends more time waddling than flying. Who would have thought a duck could be lazy?

QUACK!

J2H: How the fuck did you get in to here again? Maybe I need to put up an electric fence or something.

QUACK!

J2H: Yeah, you would say that, it's all you can say.

J2H looks up, his eyes resting upon a woman standing in the doorway to the living room, her blonde hair tied back. He looks closer to see the woman as Melody Grace, the light to his darkness.

Melody: Daddy's home!

J2H lowers his eyebrows, looking at the approaching blonde.

J2H: Are you talking to me or the duck again?

Melody moves closer, her arms open as she wraps them around J2H's neck, reaching up and kissing him softly on the lips before moving her head away.

J2H: When did you get here?

Melody: Late last night. I didn't know when you was getting home, so thought I'd be here to surprise you when you did, but you never came home last night.

J2H: I know I never, stayed in Canada. Felt too tired to leave and then ended up out for a while doing SCW stuff after the show, so yeah, came back this morning. How did you get in?

Melody moves her arms from behind her boyfriends neck and pulls her hand on to his cheek, tilting her head just a little and smiling towards him.

Melody: You should know by now never to ask silly questions like that babe.

She smiles innocently at J2H, who looks back at her with one raised eyebrow. He inhales deeply, knowing that it's probably best not to answer that statement. He knew she had her ways of getting in, but had no idea how. Even security tapes had proved fruitless to find out her methods.

J2H: Fair point I guess.

Melody traces her fingers down his cheek as she looks him in the eye.

Melody: Did you have fun in Canada?

A slight shrug comes from his shoulders as he looks at Melody.

J2H: Not really. It was pretty dull, just like the last time I was in Canada, and the time before. Friendly people but nothing to do. It's like most of Canada goes to sleep at about 8pm or something. How was your trip to the exotic islands with your friends.

Melody: It was fun, but I missed you.

Was she serious or is that something girlfriends just say? Oh hello again paranoid J, we thought it was strange you hadn't been around. Really, is it something people just say to cover up a few days of fun knowing your other half is in a different country. Is he gonna hear that a lot when Melody is a big film star and halfway around the world? More to the point, is he gonna believe it? Again, his mind started to run wild, thinking about things that are probably meaningless. Trust wasn't his friend in a paranoid state, but he did his best to hide the paranoia from Melody.

J2H: I missed you too.

Melody's senses kick in, sensing that all is not right with him.

Melody: Is something wrong? Did something happen in Canada?

An odd thing to jump to, he thought to himself, but quickly shakes his head, trying to dismiss Melody's questions as quickly as possible.

J2H: Nah, but I have been thinking a little bit.

Melody's face instantly turns to worry. As much as he tries to hide the paranoid side from her, she isn't stupid. There's times when she knows what he's saying or implying, but refuses to make more of an issue of it. She knows his fuse is more than a little short at times. She knows it doesn't take a lot to set him off, or make him think things that are not real. She does her best to stop this from happening to someone she cares about, but sometimes, the silence feels worse to him.

J2H: No, take that look of worry off your face, it's nothing too bad. You said the other day you wanted to be a stay at home girlfriend, that you wanted to give up wrestling. It got me thinking.

Melody: About getting a puppy?

A hopeful look passes Melody's face but a stern look on J2H's face quickly shows her that she is fighting a losing battle in this case. J2H firmly shakes his head.

J2H: No, because I don't think you was serious about being a stay at home anything considering that you'll be running all over the place with that guy to shoot a movie. I ain't gonna be following you around the world I don't think because chances are, I might end up trying to do the world a favor and getting rid of Drake Green for good, but before you go disappearing on me, I think we need some time alone.

Melody: Can we go to Iceland?

J2H: Not this week, cause I gotta rush back for a title defence and so do you. I'm thinking somewhere a little closer, still in the US, still in Cali, sort of.

Melody looks confused at J2H as he tilts his head to return her glare. She steps back, moving her arms away from around his neck and look him up and down.

Melody: What are you talking about Jam? Are you gonna buy a tent for the garden and we camp out?

Her eyes light up as Simpson watches the two conversing, slightly drawn in by what is happening.

Melody: Can we do that? That could be fun. Just me, you, Simpson, and Dexter under the stars. We can have a camp fire, roast marshmallows, tell ghost stories...

Simpson and J2H share an awkward look as they look towards each other and towards Melody, her hands pressed together in excitement.

J2H: Maybe us two at another time, but I'm thinking about something else.

A look of relief covers Simpson's face as he picks up the bags and moves away from the pair, leaving just the two of them, and Dexter waddling around J2H's feet.

Melody: Well, what are you thinking about?

J2H: A boat Melody, a huge ass boat where I can get away from the world when you're off all over the place and where we can go to both get away from everything when we don't want to be found.

Melody: I thought you was joking when you said you was buying a boat.

J2H: Why would I be joking? I have money, I don't have a boat.

Melody scratches the side of her head.

Melody: Ok, when are you buying this boat Jam?

No time like the present as they say. J2H looks at Melody and towards the door.

J2H: Well how about we go and buy it like right now? I've seen what I want, it's half an hour away. I just gotta look at it and make sure it's not sinking and sort out the cash.

Melody: Speaking of cash, how much is that gonna set you back?

A casual look come back from J2H, his words calm and reassuring.

J2H: Oh, not that much.....

Dockside a little while later, Melody eyes widen as she looks at a piece of paper in front of her, held up by J2H. She slowly shakes her head in disbelief at she reads what's written down as the two stand on the back of a Ferretti custom line 108 luxury yacht, the bright white shining in the sun as the clear blue waves gently crash against the side before rolling away.

Melody: I thought you said this wasn't gonna cost so much. This is enough money to make a third world country, second world at least. It's seven figure J.

Tones of shock leave her lungs and fill the air, but the young man looks completely calm as he looks towards her, unfazed by the number that sits on the page in front of her. J2H releases the paper and strolls around the back deck, sitting on a seat nearby and leaving Melody to look at the paper in her hand.

J2H: Call it an investment.

Her eyes break away from the paper as she looks at him, shaking her head.

Melody: An investment for what?

He reaches his arms around the back of his head, lacing his fingers behind his head and stretching backwards, his tired muscles not yet recovered from the plane ride home.

J2H: An investment to get away from this place whenever we want. We can get in here and say fuck it, and head down the coast or something.

Melody: You're forgetting one little thing Jam.

A raise of the eyebrow comes from the SCW World champion as he looks towards her.

J2H: Hmmm?

Melody moves around the back deck, sitting next to him on the padded bench and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Melody: Have you ever sailed on of these things before?

J2H puts up one finger in the air, but quickly shakes his head, admitting that he hadn't.

J2H: Well we hire someone, and they take us where we want to go. We can tell them to take us to Santa Barbara or something, or even end up taking time off when someone can get the belts off us and tell him to take us down to the tropical islands and say fuck it.

Melody: It's a lot of money just to get away from people.

J2H: Closer than Iceland to get away from people. Plus who doesn't like a boat party? You can invite your friends.

Melody: You don't like my friends.

J2H: I didn't say you had to invite me. Also, when we do leave this whole thing behind us and move on, what's to stop us from moving on and just sailing around the world? If I wanted to buy something good in like ten years time or whatever, it would cost me three times as much.

Melody: Can we take it to Iceland then?

J2H: Yes, we can take it to Iceland.

Melody: Can we get a puppy then?

J2H breathes deeply.

J2H: I better go sign for this thing...

He stands up, looking in the distance, looking at a building.

J2H: Is that a church over there?

Melody squints her eyes, looking towards the place where J2H is pointing.

Melody: Looks like it, why?

J2H: Gives me an idea....

A stained glass window can be seen, the sign of the cross embedded in to the glass, as rays of sunshine stained in to the window can be seen. Outside the window, the late evening sun bring the spectacular masterpiece to life. The camera turns around to see the inside of a church, rows of empty pews fill the camera from left to right. Squeaking floorboards can be heard under foot as footsteps grow louder and the camera turns to see a man on the stage. The camera moves in closer to see J2H standing on the stage, dressed in a gold robe, covering his entire body, the letters J2H embroided in to the right side of his chest. He puts out a hand and waves the camera towards him. The camera zooms in on the young man as he presses his hands together.

J2H: You must have seen this coming considering who I am.

He parts his hands to either side, a stern look on his face.

J2H: I adapt to who I'm facing and looking at my opponent, and I use that term loosely, this feels like the perfect setting for my message to get across and reach the millions.

A slight smile crosses his face.

J2H: I am facing a man who preaches to the world, a man with very little moral, which in itself is a clash with each other. I'm not usually one for a religious moment, but considering I am about to become a God, I should immerse myself a little, so it just seems so much more fitting that I am facing a preacher, not any preacher, but a preacher who spreads the word of hate.

J2H slowly starts to walk a few steps along the stage before turning his head to face the front, his hand pointed out.

J2H: Hate... Hateful preachers, we all know how it turns out for hateful preachers.

J2H puts his fists together, before pulling them wildly apart, indicating an explosion.

J2H: Religion isn't about hate, isn't about pain, isn't about being dark and twisted. It's about leading, it's about hope, it's about faith and the truth is Chris Shipman couldn't give hope to anyone, he couldn't make people have faith and he sure as couldn't even lead an alcoholic to a bar. This is a man who wants to lead, while spreading the word of hate. This is a man who wants to control people, while telling them that what they believe is wrong... Do you know what that makes Chris Shipman?

J2H turns to face the camera, bowing his head low before raising it and looking down the camera.

J2H: ISIS.

A smile passes on the young man's face.

J2H: You both preach hate, you both want to hurt people for personal gain, you both want to be remembered through history. You are ISIS Shipman. You are the epitome of ISIS. You're trying to spread a message that no one wants to hear and that annoys you Shipman, that annoys you to the point you have to do these crazy over the top things like urinating on a man just to get a little bit of attention, so people look at your cause, to wonder what you're all about. Let me tell you, it's not working for ISIS and it's not gonna work for you Shipman. It's not gonna work for you at all.

J2H pauses as he waves a finger at the camera.

J2H: You might think I'm a little harsh comparing him to these clueless people but look closely, look closely at the man and you'll see the patterns. He talks, and talks and talks and people just shrug because they know he will be defeated, so he throws his toys out of the pram and attacks the innocent, like someone's old uncle for a touch of attention, so the world will look at him. He, like ISIS picks on the weak, the ones not trained to defend themselves. Yet coming up against people who are trained to defend themselves, he cowers away in to nothing, he drops in to nothingness. They go up against the military and they're screwed in more ways than one. People like Uncle Pinky, they're the civilians that Shipman attacks, they're the innocent people having a night out that end up caught up in tragedy. I'm the military, I'm trained to deal with threats, coming up against me ends with Shipman sulking away in some cave somewhere trying to get his followers to do his dirty work, while he gets naughty with goats or something.

He tilts his head to his left, shrugging his shoulder.

J2H: Religion is meant to bring hope, preaching is meant to give people that blind faith, but you Chris, you're getting it wrong, because you spread the wrong word. You spread the word of anger to suit yourself. I'm sure the good lord would forgive me for using cuss words on his holy grail, but there's another bunch of jumped up little bastards that do this Chris...

A smirk crosses the champions face.

J2H: A little group called the Westboro Baptist Church.

J2H mockingly covers his mouth, before pulling away his hand, a smile on his lips.

J2H: Oh yeah, I went there Chris. I have compared what you do to the most hated, preaching good for nothing people in the whole of the country, because the similarities are endless between you and them. You hate for attention, you preach for the sake of trying to be relevant, you do everything you can to shock people, just like you do, because it's the only way you can get attention. You don't lead the sane, you encourage the worthless to be just like you and that is not the way. That is not the way to give them hope, that is not the way to show them the light or the way forward, like a good preacher does. You don't inspire them to do anything other than pick up guns to take care of their problems.

J2H sighs deeply.

J2H: You're not a good preacher Chris, you're not a good leader, you're an embarrassing human being if you feel the need to piss on someone to get noticed, so I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. It's time to hang up your preaching gown and start to follow. It's time to join the ranks and become a follower to the best thing you can follow in your life, it's time for a new start Chris. It's now time for the start of...

J2H points upwards with both fingers, before looking down. He slowly raises his head.

J2H: J2Hism.

He confidently pulls his hands down to his side and smiles.

J2H: It's time to follow the true path to where you want to be and that is me. I will give you and those fools that follow you, the blind faith to step on up and become more than what you ever thought you could be. I will show you that the only true way to become a better person, is to follow this king as he becomes a God.

J2H nods his head firmly, believing his own words.

J2H: I'm walking the right path, I can lead anyone to the promise land because they look at me Shipman, and they see how far I've come, they've seen how I have come from being a no one to a someone, someone you never expected me to be and then they look at you. They look at a man who has always been on the same level. You're a man who hasn't broken out of the lower card at all, you're a man who has always been a roulette level guy at best. Look at me Chris, take a long hard look at me. I was that guy, I was down in the lower levels for a long time and won that belt, you haven't. I went through the tag team division, I won that belt. I changed and evolved in to this guy you see before you, a guy who shocked the world by taking out most of SCW and pinning Goth. I got my prize, I got what I deserved for climbing my way through the ranks and to the top and I've defended the belt more than anyone else who has ever had it. I have held the belt for the longest time out of everyone that's had it, and you've been stuck in the lower level rivalry with people like Tuscini for, what feels like, forever.

He wags his finger at the camera.

J2H: Let's just be frank about it, shall we?

He puts his palms out in front of him.

J2H: The only reason you're in this match is because I've beaten pretty much everyone else. I beat the strongest sin in Despayre, not once, but twice. Now they give me the weakest sin, the forgotten sin to try and get this title out of my hands? I bet Rage is sitting there crying in to his glass of milk, or whatever other boring drink he has. Probably like water or something, just because he got overlooked for the worst sin in the history of the group to get a chance at the top gold before him.

J2H shrugs his shoulders backwards.

J2H: Maybe the bosses are seeing how boring Rage is or maybe they get turned on by seeing one man piss on another, but either way, Shipman has caught the eye of someone and found himself in this impossible situation. He can't beat me now, he couldn't beat me at his best and me at my worst. I already know I'm so much better than he can even hope to be. The guy is like a hundred years old and never done anything worth remembering, but be grateful Chris.

J2H aimlessly looks in to the air before turning and looking back at the camera.

J2H: Not only for this opportunity you seriously don't deserve after you couldn't even defeat James Tuscini, but be thankful for the chance to be the first one converted to J2Hism.

He presses his hands together.

J2H: You should be thankful for the chance to be the first of millions about to change to follow me in to the new world, in to the land of plenty. I will lead people to their dreams Shipman and when I'm done with you, you shall be the first to be converted. When I'm finished with you, you shall bow to me and accept my words as gospel. I will beat the light in to you Shipman, with every striking blow that reigns down on your skull, you will see the truth, you will see that it's time to stop leading those people in to a blind alley and follow the only true light in SCW. I am that true light and I will make you see Shipman, by hook or crook, you shall follow me, you shall become my servant at the dawn of J2Hism.

He looks seriously down the camera.

J2H: I will be walking out of Climax Control with my championship belt Shipman, you will be another sin to fall at my feet, you will be another sin to walk back in to that dressing room, look your beloved leader in the eye and admit failure. You will have to admit that The Seven Deadly Sins are no match to me. Not one of you are even close enough to being as good as me and on Sunday, Sunday will be your darkest day and longest night Shipman, because I will use you as an example, I will use you to show the world why they should be following greatness right here. I am not someone for you to go against Shipman, your little buddy Despayre can agree with that, because he fell at my feet and you shall do the same, you shall fall at my feet and stay there, just like every other SCW star has and will.

He bows his head, looking down at the floor.

J2H: Say it with me Shipman. I will bow to J2Hism, and follow it through the darkest nights. I will covert no other God, other than the man who will beat sense in to me on Sunday. I will follow him to hell and back if he commands me to. I shall walk through fire for him, because he will lead me to a better place.

J2H lifts his head up and smiles down the camera.

J2H: It's just the way it is Shipman. You will fall like the rest. You can not stop it, you will not stop it. Enjoy the experience of being in a main event. It will be your one and only because you won't get this high up the card again. You'll be back down fighting fake little Italians before you know it, but I can save you Shipman, I can make you good. Just accept what it about to happen to you and embrace it. Accept the fact that I am the better man and I will walk out with my title the place is should be, and that is with the God of SCW.

He pushes his hands together in a triangle shape, moving the tips of his fingers towards his lips.

J2H: I am that God, Shipman. The belt will always be mine. Enjoy every second of being in the ring with me, every second you bask in my sunlight, because it will be the only time you get close to me. This is not gonna be one of those David Vs Goliath mismatches, cause this time, Goliath wins and he wins well. Get ready to follow Shipman, because your time as leading the blind, is over.

J2H lowers his fingers.

J2H: That's real talk, bitch!

J2H turns and walks off camera as the scene fades out.

Climax Control Archives / J2H - The Vampire Hunter

« on: July 15, 2016, 07:48:54 PM »

Friday morning, the time when most SCW wrestlers are thinking of packing up and moving on to where ever the next show is to be held, in this weeks case, Las Vegas, Nevada. Most SCW stars already take residence there, quickly returning home to their friends and family to live a relatively normal life, some, like the man you're about to see, doesn't live in Las Vegas and rarely gets time to do what is perceived as normal, what with being an SCW World Champion, as he is constantly being booked by the hierarchy of Sin City Wrestling to make personal appearances - it comes with the territory of being a champion and everyone knows once being a championship, responsibilities should go up, even if there are lazy champions out there that just wants titles for the sake of showing them off without the work that comes with them.

California native J2H is not one of these lazy champions, in fact very much the opposite. Constantly appearing on shows even when not required to, taking two or three promo days a week in where ever he is, often appearing in three or four different places a day. Even on vacation, he still works for SCW, promoting it everywhere he goes, even if it is inconvenient or putting a crimp in his love life. This is simply what real champions do in his eyes, and already feeling he is on an uphill battle due to his doubters and people wanting to see him fail, working harder to be able to say fuck you to them, drives him on more than the doubts could bring him down. His work ethic stepped up dramatically since the day the championship belt fell in to his possession. It wasn't like his Tag Team championship run, or his Roulette championship run - he knew all eyes were on him and he worked harder than before.

Today though, today was one of those rare days where he had nothing to do but sit, rest his bones and focus on Sunday, a match against a man no one could actually work out. Was the man actually great? Did he only come out for big matches and show what he could really do? Did he intentionally make people think he wasn't that good and scraping through matches, only to bring people in to a false sense of security?

A million questions run through the young man's mind over the course of the last five days, ever since the match was announced that he will be in the ring with the man who tried to attack him not too long ago, in a non title match, when really, his focus should be on topping round one with Despayre. Dmitri has appeared to split his attention. Maybe that bastard who has been against him behind the scenes had actually put Dmitri up to it, just to get his end goal of J2H and the World Championship being parted. Maybe that was J2H's paranoid mind kicking in again, but is it against the realms of fantasy really?

Even with the thoughts in his mind, a peaceful day was always at the front of his mind, a day where he could just be himself. Deep down though, he knew it might not be that way.

He'd seen Twitter, the announcement of Odette Stevens birthday party tonight, and he knew that Melody Grace would do all she could to get him to go to that party. Any mention of it this week had been met with a less than definitive answer from J2H. He had his reasons, Melody does certain things he just lets go of now, like talking to people he can not stand. He knows of many things Melody doesn't know he knows and it irks him more than he lets on. Who's to say they won't be at the party? Friends of Melody's tend to be friends of Odette's, and The Seven Deadly Sins. At times he plays nice but he can not stand certain people that Melody associates herself with and the only blessing is he is never in the same room as them. If they were there tonight, he wouldn't be responsible for his own actions. Melody would never forgive him for causing a scene at her friends birthday, for possibly trying to drown one of her other "friends".

We're not even talking about the Seven Deadly Sins. God! The Seven Deadly Sins! It's at the home of one of them, Gabriel Stevens! That pretty much guarantees that the boring bastard known as Rage, the messed up mind of Chris Shipman, and the man who he is facing again in a little over two weeks, will also be there. How could Melody expect him to be there amongst his opponent at Summer XXXTreme IV, a man who he has constantly denied a shot at the big prize, and constantly called boring. He did inadvertently invite J2H to his Forth of July party, but that doesn't mean he would have liked doing so.

Too many potential flash points tonight, but even J2H knew that he could only withstand it for so long, he's brushed off and changed the subject every time Melody asked him to be there. He knew he couldn't hold on forever, but he knows he will try. He also knew she'd be here any minute now and that she would work harder than before to make him listen.

What? You thought they lived together? They've only just got back together, who do you think they are? Caleb Houston and that Eden chick who said I love you on Twitter after like a week and married after two weeks? Come on! Who does that.

*Ahem* I mean no, they do not live together, but time was running out for the peaceful day J2H had in mind....

The backyard of the man called J2H is seen prominently in the picture. The morning sun beats down across a grassy area, before turning around to a swimming pool, where the crystal clear water sparkles beautifully. Waves ripple across the water as J2H emerges, his hands firmly on the side of the pool and pushing himself out of the water. The water runs down his chiseled body, forming small droplets on the side of the pool, his tattoos glistening more so than usual, with the right mix of daylight and water. He spins himself around, sitting with his feet in the pool, his black trunks making contact with the firm slab around the edge of the pool. He leans back slightly, pulling a towel from nearby, placing it around his shoulders and pulling it over the side of his face, drying off his cheeks before moving to the front of his face, quickly removing the dripping water before pulling one foot out of the water, and spinning around, his other leg also leaving the water. He stands up and starts to towel down his upper body, rigorously moving the soft cotton over his upper body. He turns around, moving towards a sun lounger, covered in another towel and puts his foot on the bottom, first drying his right leg, before moving on to his left leg. Happy with the lack of moisture on his body, J2H starts to partly dry his short, wiping the excess water from each of the swimming shorts leg. He sits down, his legs either side of the sun lounger before laying backwards, the sun covering his body and he twists his left arm over him, reaching to a watch on the right from a table and pulls it over, looking at the time.

J2H: Ten thirty. Melody will be here soon, get your excuses in line.

He takes the watch with his right hand and wraps it around his left wrist, tightening the strap and laying back in the sun lounger. He moves his arm out blinding on the right, feeling around on a table. After a few seconds of not finding what he is looking for, he turns to look for the desired object. Not seeing it, he scratches his head.

J2H: Where the fuck did they go?

He turns around, laying flat on the chair, still scratching his head. He turns to the left to see well toned legs standing next to him. He starts to look up, seeing the bottom of a pair of highly cut off jeans, cut in to shorts. His eyes move higher to see an exposed but toned mid drift. His eyes move a little higher, seeing a white shirt pulled up from the bottom and down the front collar. He eyes finally stop on the face of a smiling Melody Grace.

Melody: Looking for these?

Melody holds her left hand out, holding a pair of designer sunglasses in her hand, twirling the arm of the sunglasses between her fingers and making them spin.

J2H: I was, I left them on the table there.

He points a thumb to his right to the table.

Melody: And now they're here.

She holds them out within grabbing distance. As he reaches towards them, Melody pulls them away, causing J2H to tilt his head towards her. She points to her sparkling lips as she moves her head closer and J2H puts his hand on the side of her cheek, leaning up and softly planting a kiss on her lip, his thumb running down her cheek. After just a few seconds he pulls his head away, watching a smile form on her lips.

Melody: I've been waiting for that all morning.

Melody sits on the side of the sun lounger as J2H moves to the right slightly. She turns her body to the left, her legs by the side of J2H's arms. She reaches over, taking the arms of the sunglasses and opens them, placing them over J2H's eyes, before playfully poking him on the nose, causing it to wrinkle. Melody puts her hand on J2H's chest, her fingers tracing over the tattoos on him.

J2H: Thank you.

Melody smiles towards J2H, her finger still tracing over his upper body.

Melody: Sooooooooo, what excuses do you have to get in line?

Underneath the sunglasses, he closes his eyes, wrinkling them tightly as he breathes deeply. He looks up towards Melody.

J2H: How long was you standing there for?

Melody taps her chin, as if to be sitting in thought, he head tilted and her eyes distant.

Melody: Well, I came over here, and I had coffee with Simpson while you was pretending to be a dolphin. Then I watched you get out of the pool and sit there for a while. Then I stole your sunglasses while you were drying yourself, which was pretty hot by the way.

J2H shrugs and nods in agreement with Melody's last comment.

Melody: Then I hid behind the chair because I knew you would be over in a minute. Then I heard you talking about excuses and I scratched my head and then like the genie out of Aladdin, I appeared right here beside you.

J2H runs his fingers through his hair, looking at Melody curiously.

J2H: Wait, you came here and had coffee with Simpson?

Melody: Yeeeeeeeep. I've been here for over an hour, watching you from that window over there while you was trying to be a dolphin. So cute.

J2H lays back on the sun lounger, waving his finger towards Melody.

J2H: Number one, I was not trying to be a dolphin, I was swimming.

Melody: That's what dolphins do! Haven't you seen A Dolphins Tale?

J2H shakes his head firmly at his full of life lady.

J2H: I don't even know what that is, but secondly, you've been here over an hour and you didn't come out here and say hi or let me know you was here?

Melody shakes her head at him, her facial expression giving off a vibe of "are you crazy?"

Melody: Now why would I want to do that when I could watch you get all wet in a pool?

J2H: You're out of your mind at times but it's cute so you're forgiven.

Melody: Nice try, what excuses?

J2H nervously scratches his head.

J2H: Ok, I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I know you're going to bug me to go to this party tonight but I'm feeling a bit ill and I got a cough, and I don't really wanna give it to anyone.

J2H fakes a cough, but Melody rolls her eyes at him, her palm flat on his chest.

Melody: That was the worst fake cough I've ever heard in my life. Sick people don't go swimming for an hour James, so try again.

J2H looks past Melody, looking towards the pool water.

J2H: What's Dexter doing in my pool again?!

Again Melody rolls her eyes as she moves her hand up his chest, her fingers crawling towards his chiseled jaw line.

Melody: Dexter is on a play date with the neighbours and he's having a great time so I know that's not Dexter in your pool, so spit it out.

Melody's hand gently cups the side of J2H's face, her thumb on one cheek and her forefinger on the other side.

J2H: Ok, I don't want to go to this party. I don't wanna be around the fucking Sins, Rage might put me to sleep by talking to me. Despayre still thinks we're friends, and I don't wanna spend a night around SCW people. Shit if I wanted to do that, I could have said fuck going to Greece and Africa and we coulda gone to Cuba to that party that English guy threw. I don't like being around people I work with. Half of them are brain dead moron until someone turns on a camera.

A look of sheer disappointment crosses Melody's face as she looks at J2H.

Melody: But Odette is one of my best friends. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't even be in this business and you've known her and Gabriel for years.

Melody pouts her lip out, looking at J2H, the disappointment inching over her face with every awkward second of silence that passes.

J2H: Yes, I've known them both for years, it doesn't change the fact I don't wanna be there. It's always stuff with your friends and no doubt you'll be dragging me to a million other things to d with your friends. It's like your friends mean more to you than how I feel at times.

Melody's face turns from a pout to a clenched jaw, causing her to protest through gritted teeth.

Melody: That's not true! Everything you've asked me to do for you, I've done it.

J2H: Not everything.

Melody: What's that meant to mean?

J2H just looks at Melody, causing her to sigh and change tact with him.

Melody: If it was your friends, I'd be there without question. We wouldn't be having this conversation.

J2H: What friends? I keep my circle of friends small for this very reason. This social bullshit ain't me anymore. I work my balls off for SCW and don't want to be forced to have to be friends with your friends, there's one or two that I really don't like so I would rather not be around them.

Melody: What friends?

J2H: It doesn't matter right now, I just don't really want to go.

Melody: But you like Odette and Gabriel! So what's the problem?

He sighs deeply, looking up at Melody and pulling his hand on hers, now resting by her side, but Melody turns her head away in disappointment.

J2H: I am the outsider to all these SCW people. Every time I walk in a room with you, people look at us and wonder what the fuck is going on. I am by nature, an asshole who couldn't give a fuck about much in life. I walk in to a room with you at a party or something like that, people question what is going through your head.

Melody turns her head back, looking at J2H with sadness on her usual perky face.

Melody: Do I care what people think? If I did, I wouldn't be with you. I could have been with someone else if I wanted to.

J2H turns his head away from Melody, the look of sadness replaced with a more bewildered look.

Melody: What?

J2H turns back, a stony look now on his face, causing more bewilderment.

J2H: Nothing, do go on.

Melody: It doesn't worry me what goes through their minds, it's about what goes through mine and I am happier walking in to a room with you, than walking in to a room without you.

Melody looks at J2H, in her mind knowing she is slowly getting through to him. She spins over the sun lounger, whipping her leg around him and straddling his lap, her hand on his chest.

Melody: Please come to the party. I really just want you there with me. We don't have to stay long, but I just wanna be there to see Odette, Gabriel and Lucas.

J2H sighs deeply, knowing he's been defeated.

J2H: Fine but not for long.

Melody bounces on J2H excitedly her hands on his chest as her legs straddle over his waist.

J2H: If Simpson looks out of the window right now, he's gonna have the shock of his life seeing you in that position.

Melody: Eep!

Melody stops bouncing and reaches down to wrap her arms around J2H's neck. He leans up slightly, letting her arms hang loosely around him before whispering in his ear.

Melody: Thank you.

J2H says nothing, his eyes averted towards the blue sky above. He slowly rolls his eyes down to see something in his pool.

J2H: Your duck is in my pool again.

Melody sits up, putting her hands on J2H's cheeks, giving him a sly wink.

Melody: Is that meant to be a double entendre thing? If so, shouldn't it be the other way around?

J2H: No, seriously, Dexter is in my pool again.

Melody shakes her head, a smile on her face.

Melody: Oh Jam, you tried that one earlier and it didn't work, so it's not gonna work now. Nice try buddy.

From behind Melody, just one noise is heard...

QUACK!

Melody's eyes narrow as she slowly turns her head around, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye.

Melody: Dexter!

Melody leans off of J2H, heading towards the pool as the scene fades out.

At the home of Gabriel and Odette Stevens, the party is in full swing. J2H and Melody Grace, fresh from their arrival stand in the living room of the two former SCW stars, stand surrounded by SCW personnel, the atmosphere between them now a little better than it was on their arrival. (Go check out Melody's promo for that). J2H casts his eye around the room, looking towards where Despayre and Rage converse, a blank look on Rage's face as he listens to an excitable Despayre waving is arms in the air as he explains something to him. J2H's eyes turn towards Synn as Synn looks towards Despayre. To the side of them, Jessie Salco, and her brother Jake stand, looking around the grand room that they stand in, nodding in approval, even if the music is exactly what they're used to. Melody tugs on J2H's arm, causing his attention to go from looking round the room, to her.

Melody: Are you ok?

Her soft tone fills the air as he looks at her.

J2H: I'm fine, don't worry about me. Just enjoy the party.

Melody could tell that the conversation on the way to the party had effected him in some way, but couldn't figure out just how. Her fingers trace up and down his biceps as she looks at him.

Melody: Are you sure?

A smile crosses the young champions face as he turns towards her, resting his hand on her slender shoulders and looking deep in to her eyes.

J2H: Honestly, I'm fine and this is a party babe. You shouldn't be worrying about me or anything like that. You should be having a good time with one of your best friends.

Melody raises an eyebrow as he once again mentions friends, a common thing today but he quickly put her mind at ease by slipping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

J2H: You worry too much. We're at a party so it should be fun, not worth thinking about all the other stuff.

He reassuringly squeezed Melody's shoulder, causing the blonde to smile towards him. Melody puts her arm around J2H, unable to resist hugging him from the side as she looks around the room.

Melody: We need to throw a party.

J2H: Why? Is it your birthday or something?

J2H looks towards the camera, staring blankly down it before looking back to Melody.

Melody: No, but there's some good people here and I told you no one was gonna worry about you being here.

J2H looks across the room to see Rage's eyes locked on him, staring past Despayre and towards the SCW World champion. J2H returns his look, with a look of confidence.

J2H: Oh you say that now babe, but you wait till the beer starts flowing and people think they're better than they are and they'll be coming at me.

Melody kisses J2H on the cheek, her lips pressing softly on to his skin.

Melody: You worry too much babe.

Her almost whisper seems to take the sting out of J2H's thoughts as he firmly squeezes his arm around her shoulder, causing an involuntary smile to break out over her face.

J2H: I don't know about that. Last thing I need is that big gorilla over there trying to accidentally, and I use that term loosely, accidentally injure me, just cause he can't get his hands on my title any other way.

As he comments that, he points his head towards Rage, now in deep conversation with Synn.

J2H: I wouldn't put it past him, considering how I've bitch slapped him down time after time again and will always do so because he isn't good enough. An accident would be the only way he'll end up competition for my title.

Melody: Now you're just being paranoid, Jam. He's not gonna come anywhere near you, it's a party thrown by The Seven Deadly Sins. People know better than to start trouble at these things or all hell will break lose. You're safer here than you think you are so don't worry. How about I go and get us a drink and maybe you can relax.

J2H: Sure babe.

Melody: Beer?

J2H quickly and firmly shakes his head.

J2H: I think I'll stick to the water tonight.

Melody's mouth falls open at she looks at her man, moving around in front of him. She puts her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.

Melody: Are you feeling ok? Do I need to call a doctor? An open bar and you don't want to drink? You must be sick Jam.

J2H smiles, rolling his eyes at her joking ways.

J2H: Smart ass.

Melody smiles at J2H as she takes her hand away from his head.

Melody: Seriously, what's wrong? Free bar Jam, free, not costing a thing, surely you should be all over that.

J2H: Babe, everywhere I go is a free bar. People are always buying me drinks and shit, but ya know, this week, I gotta be a little smarter and stay off the alcohol. I got a huge match on Sunday, not because of Dmitri, but because I don't know what that freak is gonna do. I don't know if he's coming at me with everything he got, or if he just wants to say he hung with me in the ring.

Melody: Well look at it like this. You know you can beat Rage, right?

J2H raises his eyebrows at Melody, a blank look on his face.

J2H: Think? I know I could beat Rage on his best day and my worst day. There's is no doubt about that at all.

Melody: Ok, well you know you can beat Rage, but Rage beat Dmitri, so by that logic, you should be able to beat Dmitri without any problems at all.

An impressed look crosses J2H's face as he nods slowly at Melody.

J2H: How can I really argue with that logic? I know I should be able to beat this guy with no problems at all, but I don't wanna take him lightly. The guy has been in the ring for a few months here and I don't think he should be jumping up this high just like that, so I got a point to prove with him, so I'll stick to the water and we'll celebrate on Sunday after I beat him.

Melody: Alright, I'll be back in a minute or two, or ten if I start talking to someone.

Melody wraps her arms around J2H, giving him a quick squeeze before moving towards a make shift bar area. He looks behind him, spying a chair nearby and moves towards it, sitting in the middle of three and continuing to look around the area. He looks towards where food table is set up along a nearby wall, where a big silver punch bowl is seen with cups either side. He notices Evie Baang, manager of Bad Company holding a silver flask in her hand, pouring something from it and in to the punch bowl. A smile breaks out over his face as he watches what's going on.

J2H: Classic spiking the punch bowl.

He turns his head to the opposite direction, watching Alex Rush and Kale Smith surrounded by women, both men holding a beer in each hand and looking towards the women, Alex's eyes a little lower than eye contact level. He looks towards his left hand side where he sees Jessie Salco, her phone in hand scanning it around the room.

J2H: If ever there was a craze that needs to go away quicker than it started, that is it.

Before he can continue, the birthday girl herself, Odette Stevens sits next to him, catching his attention as looks to his right.

Odette: Hello James.

He quickly blinks as he sees Odette.

J2H: Odette, happy birthday.

Odette: Thank you and thank you for coming tonight. I wasn't sure that you was gonna be here. I've heard you don't like these social things.

J2H: Melody has her ways of getting me to go places.

A smile crosses his face as he looks at Odette.

J2H: But you're right, I do try and avoid the social scene since I won the belt. I spend so much time around people with the title belt trying to sell the company, I don't mind the quiet moments, but I'm happy to be here. It's been a while since I've seen you.

Odette: It has been. You seem to be doing well for yourself, SCW World Champion, becoming more and more popular and having Melody on your arm. I'm happy for you.

J2H: Thanks, not sure on the more and more popular thing though considering there is someone out there lobbying against me to lose the title constantly, no matter what I do. That guy would do anything to see me lose the belt, so can't say popular but having Melody on my arm does make things seem a whole lot better.

Odette smiles at him.

Odette: You do make a great couple. I speak to Melody a lot and when she made her big move, she was delighted that you guys worked things out. She called me screaming oh my God over and over again. She happier than I've ever seen her before.

J2H: I'm glad she's happy.

Odette: Me too.

Odette looks across the room, looking towards Melody standing at the bar area, waiting in a line to get to the front.

Odette: In fact I need to go speak to Melody, but grab yourself a drink and enjoy the night James, and I will catch up with you a little bit later.

J2H: Have a great night, sorry I couldn't get Kid Rock for your birthday again, like I did all those years ago, but he's a busy guy.

Odette flashes J2H a smile as she stands up, thinking back to when he did indeed get Kid Rock to meet her as a birthday present. She gives him a quick nod before heading off in the direction of Melody, leaving J2H to look around the room once more, watching a small crowd of people on the dance floor area as the song "Want You To Want Me" by Jason Derulo starts to play. He turns his head towards Melody, deep in conversation with Odette near the bar, Melody holding drinks in both hands.

J2H: Well that's me lost her for a while.

He closes his eyes, running his hands over the back of his neck as he looks around the room. He stands up, moving through the crowd towards a window, looking out on the grounds outside, lit up by outdoor lights, showing a patio area. He looks for an open door, moving along the room to see a door open, letting a cool breeze blow through the warm house created by body heat and takes a deep breath, breathing in deeply, letting the air run through his lungs. He looks around, spotting no-one, he stares in to the sky, turning from day to night. He looks down at his watch before a voice behind him causes him to turn around to see that former SCW World Champion and host of this party, Gabriel stands outside behind him.

Gabriel: Nice evening, eh?

J2H nods in agreement.

J2H: It is.

Gabriel: What are you doing out here? Hiding from the party?

J2H: Nah, just needed a minute or two from sitting around in there.

Gabriel moves next to J2H, looking out on the grounds.

Gabriel: Something on your mind?

J2H looks at Gabriel with a lowered eyebrows.

J2H: What makes you say that?

Gabriel: Well being married so long, kinda get to work these things out. The look on your face, relationship thing.

J2H looks behind him, through the window towards Melody Grace, still talking with Odette. He turns back to Gabriel with lowered eyebrows.

J2H: I wouldn't say it's a problem. It's just, ah, I dunno.

A quizzical look crosses J2H as he exhales.

J2H: Why do you care anyway?

Gabriel: I remember the days, years ago when Synn made you that offer. You could have been one of us by now. Plus when Melody's happy, Odette's happy and when Odette's happy, I tend to live a much happier life. I don't know what's going on with you guys but look at her.

Gabriel turns and points through the window, towards Melody as she stands talking to Gabriel's own wife, Odette.

Gabriel: Go, take a look.

Reluctantly, J2H turns around to where Gabriel has pointed. He casts his eye over the two talking. Melody turns her head to look towards J2H, flashing him a smile.

Gabriel: She does that every chance she gets. She looks at you like Odette looks at me, and look where we've gone. When you get someone that looks at you in that way, that's the one you need to keep. That's the one you hold on to. Trust me, when you're happy at home, you're better at work. You end up going in focused and that's another thing I think you're struggling with this week.

J2H looks at Gabriel curiously, as he flicks his hair back behind his ear.

J2H: Again, what makes you say that?

Gabriel: Because I've been there, I've done that, I've doubted myself walking to the ring. I've walked in to the unknown like you are about to.

J2H: How did you handle that?

Gabriel: Remembered that I was the damn champion for a reason. I remembered that it doesn't matter who the hell is coming up against you, that you was the champion for a reason and they were sitting there more nervous than what you are. They watch you and think they know you and what you can do in the ring, but it's nothing like actually being in the ring with you. One match, I thought I was fucked, then I saw the look in my opponents eye when he looked up and I knew I had him beat at that point. When Dmitri walks down the ring, he will have the same look in his eye.

J2H's face turns to contemplation as he thinks about the words of advice given to him from someone considered a SCW legend.

Gabriel: And keep Melody close, she will balance you out.

Gabriel puts his hand on J2H's shoulder, looking across at his wife beckoning him in.

Gabriel: Looks like I'm in demand. Good luck on Sunday.

Gabriel turns to walk away, moving in to the house as Melody passes him by on the way out, holding a bottle of water in one hand and a glass with a dark soda looking drink in another. Melody lowers her eyebrows as she approaches him.

Melody: What was all that about?

J2H looks at her as she hands him the water, a smiling on his face.

J2H: Just getting some good advice gorgeous.

J2H puts his arm around her waist, keeping the water bottle away from her back, and pulls her in close.

J2H: Some very good advice.

He smiles at Melody as the scene fades

A cold wind blows through an old and dusty building, one unfamiliar to the eyes that watch the scene. The moon creeps through a broken window, darkness formed perfectly in the dead of night outside the window as the beam of the moon shine down on worn out wooden flooring. To the right, a man can be seen laying down on his front, his hand on his blonde hair. The man slowly starts to stir, placing his right hand under his shoulder and forcing his body lopsidedly off the floor. He matches it with his left hand to push himself on his knees, his head bowed low. He flicks his head up to show his face as J2H, dust and dirt covering his cheeks, his eyes weary.

J2H: The fuck...

He forces himself on to his knees, straightening up and looking around the unknown area.

J2H: For fucks sake.

He stands up slowly, planting his right foot first before lifting his body up and putting his left foot on the floor, looking around.

J2H: I get it, horror story focus because I'm facing that thing on Sunday.

J2H looks down at his body, dust from the floor covering black leather pants and a black see through mesh shirt. He dusts himself off with the back of his hand. His face turns to curiosity as he feels a thick leather strap down the front of his shirt, cutting across his body. He moves his other hand over his chest to find another leather strap, crossing over the first. He traces his fingers backwards, up towards his shoulder, his fingertips making contact with metal. Reaching back, J2H grabs on to two handles, pulling them forward and lifting, pulling from behind him, two sharp and shiny swords, the handles carved with dragons. J2H rolls his eyes.

J2H: Great...

Sarcasm drips from his tone.

J2H: I go to a party, I go home, fall asleep with that freak on my mind and end up in broken down old house, to talk about him in my head. Well I guess if he can rip off True Blood, I can be Blade or something. Could be worse, I could be standing here dressed like Buffy.

J2H holds the swords out in front of him, cutting the moonlight in two as it bounces off the silver bladed sword and reflecting across the room.

J2H: Yeah, I went there with the True Blood shit, because that's who you say you are Dmitri. An ancient vampire who has been walking the earth for centuries, all over the world and all that bullshit. Real original.

He holds the swords over his shoulders.

J2H: I'm fucking shocked the people who made True Blood haven't called gimmick infringement with you trying to be Bill Compton, but believe me Dmitri, you are no Bill Compton.

J2H looks around the room before looking up.

J2H: You know, whoever controls these dream things, can you just wake me up now and I'll do all this tomorrow? I'll go find a haunted house, dress up and talk about this pointless, line jumping piece of shit that just committed career suicide.

Before anything else can happen, something tackles J2H down from behind, knocking one of the swords out of his hand and sending it flying across the room, the other drops to his side. J2H struggles to turn on to his back as he sees a long dark haired man pinning him to the floor, his eyes red and blood shot, his skin pale and dry. The man places his hands on struggling J2H's shoulders before opening his mouth to reveal fangs.

J2H: Well no prizes for guessing what you are.

As the sarcastic tones fall from J2H's voice, the vampire thrusts his teeth towards J2H's neck, but J2H fends him off with a headbutt to his nose. J2H reaches out to the sword to his right and grips it, swinging it around and thrusting it through the heart of the vampire. He slumps to one side and J2H pushes him off him. He looks down the camera.

J2H: Just note, no vampires were harmed in the making of this video, because clearly, VAMPIRES DON'T EXIST OUTSIDE TELEVISION!

J2H sits up calmly, looking at the fallen vampire.

J2H: Are you that fucking stupid to think this is reality?

J2H stands up, dusting himself off once more.

J2H: Seriously, these people don't exist. These people are about as real as leprechauns. You know why these idiots do it? To try and strike fear in to the hearts of people. They get sexually turned on by scaring people, it's all a rush in their heads. I mean come on, drinking blood? Do you people know nothing about science?

J2H moves over towards his second sword, reaching to the floor and picking it up.

J2H: You can't even have a blood transfusion without having the same blood type. Whatever we drink goes in to our bloodstream, therefore no one can drink the blood of someone with a different blood type. Yet these things....

J2H points down with his sword to the fallen vampire.

J2H: These things build a whole little fake lifestyle on it. Are you trying to tell me these are immune to all disease in the world? Before anyone starts with the undead bullshit, you have to be alive first to become undead, therefore this guy, he was human, he still has human in him. So do you guys really believe Dmitri is more than a man?

A quick shake of J2H's head indicates his feeling towards the matter.

J2H: He is not more than a man, and if they're human, I can beat them and I will beat them. Dmitri is no more a vampire than I am. He probably even has a boring shitty real name like John, or Pete, or Nigel. Fuck, he might even be a Cecil, but he certainly isn't a vampire. Forget the fear that they bring and look at it with your eyes fucking open. Why would anyone base themselves on things that always lose?

A noise distracts J2H from behind and he spins around to see two more vampires, one male, one female, moving towards him. J2H lifts his swords.

J2H: Didn't you fucking hear me? You idiots never win! You always get hunted, you always die, you're stupid as shit.

The two approach and J2H casually shrugs his shoulders, fending them off with the swords swinging in front of them. As the first moves him closer, he swipes the blade across the males chest, before spinning three hundred and sixty degrees and swinging the other sword, taking his head right off. He drops to the floor and an arrogant look crosses J2H's face.

J2H: This motherfuckers got skills bitch!

He looks at the female one, a smile on his face as he looks in to red eyes.

J2H: Learn a lesson lady, you just don't win, no vampire wins. I know you probably don't watch much television but trust me, you just don't win.

The woman lunges towards him, but he drives the sword presumably through her, the camera just on J2H's face and the back of the female vampires head. A thump is heard as she drops towards the floor.

J2H: Told you, vampires just don't win at anything.

J2H pulls back on the sword, holding both in front of him.

J2H: So why Dmitri? Why base yourself on one of lives legitimate losers? Why base yourself on things that never win? Everything you see about this fake lifestyle of yours, does one little vampire stand up and walk out victorious? Nope, not one. I know you're not real but let's play along as if you are and let's see how "Your people" are depicted, shall we?

J2H smiles as he pulls the swords to his sides, placing them on the floor.

J2H: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, a show about hunting your "kind" Dmitri, where a teenage girl would go out and hunt people that you want to copy. Your "people" got their asses handed to them by a little girl. Wow, doesn't that make you feel proud, isn't that a good reason to follow this bullshit mythology? A mythology where little girls can take you down, this is not good for you Dmitri. Following something so easily slayed. Let's take a look at Blade, he's pretty bad ass, only part vampire but those full blooded ones, did they survive the attacks from the part human? Nope. They got fucking slaughtered by one man. Supernatural, Sam and Dean Winchester, they walked in to vampire nests, chopped off heads, saved the damsel in distress, walked out, got a beer and moved on.

J2H stops for a second as he points to sword towards the camera.

J2H: This is not looking good for you, is it? The signs are not lining up for you at all in this situation, are they Dmitri?

He pulls the sword away as he hears the sound of footsteps behind him, short timing in between them. He glances over his shoulder, seeing a forth running towards him. He sidesteps, putting a foot out and tripping the running vampire before off camera, driving the swords through his back, pushing through to the decrepit wooden floor below. He pulls the swords out and shakes his head disappointingly.

J2H: You're meant to be a vampire, no a fucking clown! Time for you to change your music from creepy organ shit, to music they play in a big top!

J2H clears his throat.

J2H: Where was I? Ah yes, vampires being a bunch of pussies.

An arrogant look crosses his face as he steps in to the moonlight coming through the broken window, the light of the single beam shining off the blood soaked sword.

J2H: How we go back to True Blood here? There were a couple of pretty bad ass vamps in that, don't get me wrong, but normal people, regular people with regular jobs were taking them down. People with the brain power of ants were cutting them down for fun. Again, it doesn't exactly look good for what you follow Dmitri, does it? You know what made you and the people who follow this bullshit, even more like a bunch of wimpy little pussies?

J2H looks at the blood covered sword.

J2H: Twilight! I mean how the fuck do you recover from being portrait as love lorn glittery little bastards, and still try and act all scary?

A laugh escapes J2H's lips as he slowly shakes his head.

J2H: That is more than impossible to recover from, yet you still sit there and try to make yourself look all scary. It's a joke, it's an embarrassment, at that point, maybe you shoulda thrown a sheet over you, with cut out eye holes and become a ghost because people still fear them, no one can possibly fear you anymore. Not even that dentist work you have going on can make people fear you after something like that made you look so fucking stupid Dmitri.

J2H shakes his head and turns and walks through the house, the floorboards creaking as his weight presses down on the aged boards. He steps through an archway to where he sees a room full of candles, held up in gothic styled candelabras, wax dripping down the side of the silver decor. In the middle of the room sits a wooden coffin, held high on two wooden legs at either end of a polished casket. J2H points his swords at the coffin.

J2H: And the classic Dmitri, where it all started I guess you would say. The man who is to vampirism, what Ron. L Hubbard is to Scientology, and believe me, both of them are on the same level on the bullshit meter, the man who started this whole fake little shit storm, Dracula. I guess he would be your God, right?

J2H steps in to the room further, looking at the wooden coffin.

J2H: Let's look at the man who started the craze of vampirism, Dracula. Now if you believe all the bullshit stated, that this was a man who had no reflection.... Yet his hair was always perfect.... HELLO!

J2H rolls his eyes at the thought.

J2H: Didn't that raise a red flag, ya Russian freak? When you decided to follow him and his culture, didn't that raise any kind of doubts that maybe, just maybe it's all bullshit? How about the fact that he does not cast a shadow? Didn't that one set alarm bells off in your head that maybe this guy just might be full of shit. Not casting a shadow is not supernatural, it's not magic, it's called bullshit Dmitri and you swallowed it. You believed it like you believe you can beat me and take my championship out of my fingers. Him not casting a shadow and you taking my title are both as believable as each other. It's not true, it's not happening. He can defy gravity? Someone else wrote a fictional story about that too, it was a movie called Superman, again, like you and your beliefs, pure fiction. Let's go with turning in to a bat.

He tilts his head to the side, looking down the camera with an unimpressed smirk on his face.

J2H: Really?

Another roll of the eyes and a sharp head shake comes from the champion.

J2H: Ok, so every organ in your body gets smaller, including your brain, yet you still have the thinking capacity of a fully grown, functional human. I'm not buying that at all. Preferred victims are women... That just tells me that poor old Drac had anger issues towards women. Did they laugh too much at him when he dropped those pants so swore revenge on women kind? He never did look like he was packing a punch in the trouser department.

J2H walks towards the coffin, spying a wooden chair nearby. He slides the swords behind him and in to their holsters on his back. He walks towards the chair and lifts it upside down, ripping the leg clean off it and holding it in his hand. He moves towards the side of the coffin.

J2H: This is what you believe Dmitri, this is what you choose to follow. This is what you decided to base your life on, and this should show you that what you chose to be all that time ago, what you really believed to be, is all a lie, based on lies that you swallowed. Man, it's gonna be one hell of a shock when you drop down with a heart attack or something because you are not invincible, you are no undead, you have not walked the earth for hundreds of years, you have done none of that stuff. You've just been like everyone else, born in like the 70s or something, grew up in front of a television watching all those late night monster stories and believing what the television told you to believe. You found a connection with horror because well, you was probably just like him, a sad little loner, rejected by everyone so you thought you'd follow the myth. The things with myths Dmitri, is not all of them are true, they're just there cause someone wrote a book about a fictional character and you were too fucking dumb to know what fiction really is.

J2H tosses the chair leg in to the air and catches it with his left hand.

J2H: This shows above all else to be following a false idle that you are a delusional piece of shit. This shows that you're not exactly a great judge of who to follow and who to be around. It bleeds in to your wrestling life. Seriously, you're teaming with James Tuscini for fucks sake! Are you the only one that doesn't see that you are two very different people, too different to actually be taken as a team? The best teams blend together well, they have a bond and look at you two, a man who believes in the non existent, and a stereotypical angry Italian.

J2H puts his hand on top of the coffin lid, his thumb just underneath the wooden top.

J2H: It's like teaming someone from the Addams Family with Mario or Luigi. It's like an elephant fucking a giraffe! It just doesn't fit and it just doesn't work, yet somehow in your mind, it does, somehow in that head of yours, it makes perfect sense. Let me tell you, it makes as much sense as believing in a man who lives on blood, yet catches no disease, who can turn in to a bat, and comb his hair straight while having no reflection!

J2H runs his free right hand through his hair as he looks at the coffin.

J2H: This is a man who believes he deserves to be in the main event at Summer XXXTreme IV. First off Dmitri, that's not happening one way or another. First off, even if you get lucky enough to beat me, the match is being signed before our match, so you can go fuck yourself and get in line. Secondly, it will be signed a two out of three fall match which is impossible to do triple threat. Didn't think of that, did ya moron?

J2H holds up three fingers.

J2H: And three, you're not going to beat me anyway, so you will be nowhere near my title, you'll be nowhere near any main event with me. You'll be down teaming with your odd couple partner while I deal with the big matches and making this company great again. Lets be honest, no one would want to be involved in SCW if you was the champion. Imagine sponsors sitting there waiting to meet the champion, and a delusional fuck like you turns up, talking about blood and sacrifice. People will be pulling their money out faster than you can blind. Less people will turn up for a meet and greet with you, than they would for a Rage meet and great, and only two people turn up for him, and he's related to both of them. Me shooting you down now, beating you in this non title match is my way of stopping you from ever being at the top Dmitri. Me beating you is to stop you jumping the line of people who deserve to be at the top, to stop people from turning off.

J2H switches the chair leg to his right hand.

J2H: No one wants to see a man who can't define between reality and fiction with my championship belt, so I will stop you before you can even be considered a main event guy. I will stop you before you have any claim to my belt. You're as deluded as Rage is with his entitlement issues to my belt, but I'm telling you that you will never have this belt while I have it, you will not defeat me on Sunday, you won't even come close. You will sit and fail like everyone else has so far.

J2H lifts the coffin lid and a man lies in the coffin, a stereotypical Dracula, dressed in black pants, with a white shirt and oversized collar, along with a black cape pulled partially over his body. J2H raises the wooden chair leg above his head.

J2H: Your hopes die on Sunday Dmitri, your dreams of ever getting called the number one contender to my title ends on Sunday. You will never get your hands on my title, nor will you ever be in the same ring as me. You can go back to where you belong and that's in the mid card doing absolutely nothing noteworthy. Being a vampire is not reality, nor is the thought that you'd ever be as good as me. That's real talk bitch.

J2H drives the chair leg down in to the heart of Dracula in the coffin as he looks dead in to the camera and the scene fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Future Thoughts

« on: June 17, 2016, 12:13:57 PM »

They say things come in threes, good or bad, things always seem to come in threes. In the space of just two weeks, three major things have happened with J2H.

The first, Into The Void V, who honestly saw J2H walking away with the SCW World title? Go on, admit it, you were all shouting for Despayre. You were all thinking I was walking to that ring as the champion, and walking away without the belt. I know you thought it so you might as well admit it now. You were all hoping the belt was leaving my possession. I heard people talking, I'm not stupid, so to all you people, fuck you! Consider this the biggest fuck you of your life.

The second, Ah Melody Grace. Back together, go on then, brag about you already knew it was gonna happen and all that shit... You was the idiots calling for it to happen, and it did so you feel your bragging is justified? You can't see this, but I'm aiming my middle finger at you. Melody has made her feelings pretty clear if you follow her on social media, and honestly, who doesn't? Don't ya find it weird that I haven't? Maybe I know something that Melody doesn't. Maybe Melody doesn't know that I know, but I do know. I know for sure you people don't know what I'm talking about, so please go on guessing. All I will say is don't you think it's a little weird I haven't put a label on what Melody and I are? Sometimes the best laid plans will go awry, so go get on that one detectives.

And the third, well the third hasn't happened yet.... But on Sunday, yes Sunday coming up, the third will happen as I get to get my hands on the great Drake Green... Great in his own mind at least. I won't lie, I've been waiting for a while to get my hands on Drake Green, ever since that picture appeared via Tommy Knocks, I've been waiting to get my hands on him and do what Travis failed to do and end him. Now I get my chance and it's a chance I will take on Sunday, but first, a week off...

The sun sets over the Mediterranean sea, as the camera spins around to see J2H sitting on a stone bench, looking down from a hill over the water. The camera peeks behind him to see ancient Greek ruins. Melody Grace stands in front of them, a camera in her hand as she snaps pictures of the white stoned columns. She turns around, looking towards J2H and flicks her hair behind her ear. She moves towards J2H, placing her hand on his shoulder, causing him to jolt his head towards her.

Melody: Are you ok?

J2H lowers his sunglasses as Melody moves next to him, sitting down on the stone bench and looking at him.

J2H: I'm ok.

Melody: Well why aren't you more excited? We're in Greece and right behind us is something that's been there for hundreds of years.

J2H: If it was America, they would have put a walmart on there by now.

Melody lowers her eyebrows and looks towards him, resting her hand on his tattooed shoulder.

Melody: Why are you being so weird?

A sigh comes from J2H's lips as he turns to look in to Melody's eyes, shuffling his body around to face her.

J2H: I'm just thinking about the future.

Melody: With us?

J2H: With everything. Since I beat Despayre, the offers have come rolling in big time. Television shows, interview offers, even a shoot offer where I can expose all about SCW.

Melody: Won't that get you fired?

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: If it does, I can do what the fuck I want. Imagine just being able to work when you want, doing what you want, being where you want to be rather than being told where to be and what to do. We wouldn't ever have to leave this place.

A smile crosses Melody's face as she reaches in and links her arms around J2H's arm.

Melody: I wouldn't complain about that.

She squeezes her arm tighter around his arm, running her fingers up and down his bicep, causing him to smile towards her.

Melody: You know, this would be the perfect place for a proposal, being as you're thinking of the future.

The smile quickly disappears as he turns his head around, shaking it.

J2H: Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Melody pouts toward him, causing him to frown towards her.

J2H: Look, we just sort of got back to starting over again cause you made a big bold move. I'm not exactly the marrying kind I don't think.

Melody: You didn't do too bad the first time around.

J2H tilts his head, looking over the rim of his sunglasses.

J2H: We wasn't married the first time around and you know it.

Melody rubs her wedding finger on her left hand, running her thumb over the tattoo of J2H's initials.

Melody: I guess so.

J2H: We just have a lot to think about with everything. I got money, we don't need to do anything again if we don't want to. I can buy businesses and do that and not have to show up all over the place, tour or anything. I can buy an island and stay there. I don't need wrestling, wrestling needs me. I can be whatever I want.

Melody: But we're now a golden couple. We both have belts. If you leave then we couldn't be a golden couple.

Melody pokes her lower lip out, but J2H pokes her on the nose, causing her to wrinkle it.

J2H: I'm proud that you won the title and there's no one in SCW that's gonna get that belt off you.

Melody puts her head on J2H's shoulder, causing him instinctively to put his arm around her shoulder. A smile crosses Melody's face.

Melody: No one can take yours either.

A wide smirk crosses J2H's face as his ego gets stroked.

J2H: I know that but do I really want it? Mel, we're in Greece, we're going to Africa, do we really need to be in America anymore?

Melody: We could move to Norway!

She straightens up with excitement as she looks at J2H with her eyes wide and a big smile.

J2H: I was thinking somewhere more warmer. Somewhere where I don't fall on my ass every time I step out the front door.

Melody: We can talk about it. The future is whatever we want.

J2H nods in agreement as Melody puts her head back on his shoulder

J2H: Yeah, it is. Except Norway or marriage.

Melody's voice lowers.

Melody: I will wear you down.

J2H: What was that?

Melody: Oh nothing. Just enjoying the sunset.

The two look across the water.

J2H: We'll figure the future out after Greece.

Melody: And Africa.

J2H: And Africa.

Melody sighs contently as the two continue to look over the crystal blue sea, the camera moves towards J2H's face, a blank look across it as he stares in to the distance.

The humming of jet engines can be heard as a private plane carries two passengers from Greece to Africa. J2H sits next to a suntanned Melody Grace, her head against the plane window, her arm sandwiched between the plastic window and her blonde hair. J2H, dressed with a pair of army camouflaged shorts, hanging just past his knees, a white sleeveless shirt and a red baseball cap. He glances his eyes towards Melody on his right and turns back to the left where a camera focuses on his face.

J2H: Well this is as good a time as any to talk about you Drake Green. She's asleep and I'm stuck on a plane for good knows how long.

He breathes deeply as his eyes narrow.

J2H: To be the man, you have to beat the man. That's the old cliche, isn't it Drake? That's is what you're deluded in to believing, right?

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: I've heard you go back to that old well lately about never losing the belt to begin with. Now I would sit here and slow clap but it would only wake Melody up, but just imagine me doing that for you Drake, just sitting and slow clapping just for you. You're good at pretending Drake, we all know this and that is why you're a film star and all that shit, because you're good at pretending to be something you're not. I have a question about that film industry shit. How do you remember those lines of yours, when you can't even remember the basics of your wrestling career?

J2H raises his eyebrow arrogantly.

J2H: I mean you sit there and act like you would still be the champion, but do you remember how you got that championship belt to begin with?

J2H taps the side of his head with his forefinger.

J2H: I do, so let me refresh your fading old man memory. The only reason you got that title to start with is because you had Sean Jackson, Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Hot Stuff Mark Ward help put that title on you and piss all over the people who supported you. Don't that make you feel proud bro? Every time you brag about not losing the belt, how proud do you feel knowing you never did what I did and win it on your own?

He curls the left side of his lip down and diverts his eyes away.

J2H: And what happened to those guys?

J2H rolls his eyes back to the camera.

J2H: Sean Jackson cried like a little bitch and run away, Travis fucked up that grandpa shoulder of yours more and Hot Stuff would probably light a cigar and put his feet up if he found you face down in a pool. Ain't you the popular guy Drake?

A smirk crosses his face.

J2H: And now ya end up with someone that even Hot Stuff got rid of when he realized she was using him. Man, it sucks to be you bro. My point is already being proven here Drake that you are not as good as you think you are. You needed the help to even become a world champion again to begin with, and you sit there and claim that you're holier than thou.... You're full of shit old man. You flip flop more than a fish out of water to suit you, no one else, to just suit you. You're fake bro, you're a phony, you don't give a shit about anyone other than you. Everything you do has always been about you.

J2H raises a finger.

J2H: Kissing the fans asses when you came in, what about them knowing who you were, putting yourself with three people to get that title back before the injury, somehow begging Christian Underwood to give you a shot at my title after one match in like a year against someone I have beaten. This is way potential goes unnoticed Drake, because of the likes of you.

J2H points the raised finger towards the camera.

J2H: SCW is full of people who work hard week in, week out, then you appear and steal their top spot whenever it suits you. Face it Drake, you are the most selfish bastard to have ever lived.

He fakes shock on his face.

J2H: You really are, God forbid you have to actually work for anything rather than worm your way in to these kind of matches. I worked to be here, I beat half the roster and everyone put in my way since, you've gone and beat Travis in a poor match and you're meant to be my equal? Fuck off!

The fake shock turns to disgust.

J2H: You are not my equal Drake and you never will be and I will prove that on Sunday when I show you hard work, beats your ass kissing nature. I will show you that you can not keep up with the new generation of superstar and I am the epitome of everything that entails.

He quickly points to himself.

J2H: Me Drake, I am what SCW is all about now and you can not handle what I am all about, you never will be able to so stick to your movies and leave the wrestling to the people who can still do it.

J2H waves his finger at the camera.

J2H: And speaking of movies Drake, I got something to tell you.

He quickly points a thumb towards Melody.

J2H: Your new shit movie, she's not gonna be in without some serious rewrites there.

J2H smiles down the camera.

J2H: When she made her big move, she said she will drop out of the movie, get rid of social media and all the rest of it and we agreed on the social media thing, no more talking to random guys, but I'm stepping in and making this movie thing real clear.

He rubs his chin.

J2H: The sex scenes Drake, if you want her in the movie, they're gone. Now I know you requested them so let's see what type of guy you really are. Did you want her in the movie to be in the movie, or just so you can get your dirty little hands all over her?

He opens his eyes wider with a smile as he lowers his head.

J2H: If you wanted her in the movie, those scenes disappear, no problem, right?

He pouts out his lower lip.

J2H: But if you just wanted her there to get your hands on her, then you won't remove them. Come on Drake, show your true colors. Which one are you? Tell the world.

J2H looks up with an arrogant look on his face.

J2H: She made a promise to me to drop out that movie just to be with me. She don't need money Drake, I think I got that one well and truly covered for the rest of her life. Anything she wants, I'm pretty sure I can pay for it so she don't need your movie at all. She's sitting right there with me. Do you think she'll break her promise if I tell her not to be in your shitty film? Will she give me up just to be in a movie after fighting for me that damn long?

J2H shakes his head.

J2H: I don't think so Drake. She's gonna do all she can to keep her hands on me, everything she can. So now let's see what kinda person you are out of the ring. That's in your hands, but it's out of your hands on what I do to you in the ring.

J2H turns towards Melody as she starts to move by the window.

J2H: Make the right choice out of the ring Drake, and maybe I won't hurt you so bad in it, but make no mistake about it, I will be walking out of Climax Control 150 with the title still in my possession. One match a year don't make you worthy of something I fight for all year round. That's real talk bitch!

The camera fades as Melody rolls over on to J2H's shoulder.

Climax Control Archives / First sign of madness....?

« on: May 19, 2016, 09:43:14 AM »

Even champions can have a rough week. Everyone expects a champions life to be happiness and highs but that makes the lows seem to hurt even more. It's been one of those weeks for J2H and the story can be told on how low it's been judging by his looks. He sits alone, the room darkened in his Beverly Hills mansion, just the light from a source outside creeping through the window shows his hair unkempt and messy, a week old beard covering his face in to set shape as he sits in a chair wearing sweat pants and a white shirt, a far cry from his usual stylish self. A whiskey bottle is gripped between his fingers.

J2H: I fucking hate life.

His words leave his lips, aiming at no one in the empty room, but a carbon copy of himself stands before him, a second J2H. This J2H is wearing a grey suit, black shirt, his hair perfectly in place without a beard. He stands and looks disappointed at the scruffy looking J2H. For the purposes of not confusing you, we shall call him James. James is the well groomed side, J2H is the real messy J2H.... got it.

James: Boy, aren't you a basket full of puppy dogs?

J2H looks up at himself, before looking at the whiskey bottle in his hand.

J2H: I've clearly drunk too much, I'm seeing things.

James: Yes, you are seeing things, but I'm here to help you out. You don't get it but it's for the best. I'm the good side of you. The caring, thoughtful side of you that doesn't make rash choices and actually thinks before acting.

A scoff comes from J2H

J2H: I don't have a side like that.

James: I feel ya pain buddy, I didn't think you did either, but here I am.

A smile comes from James as he ruffles J2H's hair. J2H pushes away his arm.

J2H: Ok, say I believe I have that side of me and shit. In this state where clearly I'm drunk and you're not actually here because it's impossible, why would my apparent good side be standing in front of me?

James: Have you seen yourself lately? Look at you, you're a mess, you're a disgrace, you make me disappointed that I have to be here and try and shock some life in to you, all over what's going on with Melody.

A soft growl comes from J2H as he looks at James through narrowed eyes.

J2H: It's not because of her!

James smiles and rolls his eyes.

James: Hellllllo, you do realize I'm you. I know what this is all about. You've nose dived because of all this shit with Melody. All because you lost your mind over an old picture.

J2H: It wasn't an old picture! I knew she was around Drake Green, because of this stupid movie. Come on, if you're my more thoughtful side, even you need to see something wrong. Melody hasn't professionally acted in her life, yet boom, cast in a movie with Drake. You know he's put in a sex scene just to get up close to her.

James shrugs his shoulder at his real counter part.

J2H: The guy has fucked half the bombshell roster.

James: So it's Drake you don't trust or is it her? Is it the entire world.

J2H: I don't trust anyone when it comes to her. Look at her Twitter thing, she's on there talking to everyone, but sitting there trying to show she gives a damn about me?

James: What do you want her to do? Shut down her Twitter just to show she cares?

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: Couldn't hurt but chances of that are zero. She loves the attention.

James: And that's why you don't trust her and look where it's got you. If you actually opened your eyes and saw yourself through her eyes, you will see things so differently.

J2H: If I saw things through her eyes, I'd probably be more concerned about getting likes on my Twitter posts than who I'm meant to give a fuck about. You're part of me, you know what's been going on.

James: About people getting in your ear telling you to end everything with Melody, friendship and all?

J2H clicks his fingers and points at James.

J2H: Yeah! And why were people doing it? Why have people been telling me for months to cut ties? So they can move in! They think I don't know what they're doing but I ain't that stupid bro. I know exactly what they're doing. This is all part of a conspiracy to get me away so they can move in. If you're me, you already know this.

James slow claps his counter part

James: And you play in to their hands by using weak excuses. Photoshop? Really bro? That was pretty weak.

J2H: What am I meant to think?

James: You're meant to stop ignoring things like her tweeting that she loves you.

J2H waves his hand at James

J2H: Come on! How am I meant to believe that shit when she disappeared on me? How the fuck do I know who she was fucking while laughing behind my back. She told me the story, she had no reason, NO REASON to go to Norway, she had no link to Derek Thorne but hey, let's run off to a stranger. Think about this, other me, think of the facts. I know she was with Drake Green, I know that movie is gonna have sex scenes, she's too busy tweeting people, she won't drop from the movie, she won't drop the social media shit, she won't stop bouncing around to meet random guys. She stays away from me but everyone else comes first. I'm not even in her top ten when it comes down to things. I'm listening to the love shit, but words are words until you prove it and she don't prove a fucking thing to me. One bold move and maybe shit changes.

James: So dropping the movie and social media is a way to prove things to you? That's where ya going?

J2H: Pointless to talk about because we both know that's not gonna happen. Makes ya think she cares but doesn't prove it.

James: Then stop being a bitch and wake up and walk away. Do what everyone wants you to do.

J2H: She proves fuck all! If she did...

James finishes his sentence

James: Then things might be different. Yeah, yeah, I get it. What if she does though? What if she makes a bold move?

J2H: I don't believe it will happen.

A roll of the eyes comes from James as he moves around J2H. J2H takes a gulp from the whiskey bottle.

James: I didn't ask if you believe it will happen. We both know how close you was to giving in and sorting things out with her before this shit with Drake Green came out. You was this close to give it in and a combination of Drake Green and Tommy Knocks changed that. You was that close!

James holds his thumb and forefinger and inch apart.

J2H: Maybe I was but it doesn't matter now.

James: Of course it matters. Look at you.

James points at the rough looking J2H, his hand moving up and down.

James: I'm you, I know if she did start trying to prove it, made that bold move, everything would matter for you again.

J2H: Can't you see she's fucking up my life with these stupid fucking games? How am I meant to take her fucking seriously when she spends her time with people she meets off Twitter and hanging with a guy who fucks his way through a roster?

James: You're beating that horse to death there buddy boy.

J2H: Because it's the way not only I see it, but the fucking world. People have been trying to get me away from her, and not just the bastard who wants to make his move on her. There's like one person who came to me to tell me she's making me look fucking stupid and if I told you who, you'd be shocked.

A smirk crosses James' face.

James: I know who, I'm you, remember? How many times do I have to keep telling you that?

J2H stands up, walking towards the window and looking out, his back to his cleaner self.

J2H: They told me how stupid she is making me look more and more by the day.

James: Yet you care enough to stop looking after yourself and become this train wreck because deep down, you care and want the world to fuck off and leave her alone, so you can be happy with her.

J2H: Bullshit!

James: Dude, again, I'm you! How are you not getting this.

J2H sighs, continuing to look out of the window.

James: No world, no one to sit there and hurt you by tempting her away, I get that but you're only fooling yourself if you think you don't care. Look at you, you're a mess, I'm the James you want to be, but this shit is dragging you down. That's why I'm here.

J2H: You're here to put more doubts in my head?

James: Here's to get them out of your head and make you go for what I know you want.

J2H waves his hand backwards as if to shoo his thoughtful self away.

J2H: Yeah, because you're me, I get it.

James smiles behinds J2H's back.

James: Finally!

J2H: You're me, you're looking for the big bold move too.

J2H spins around, moving closer to James, looking at him in the eye

James: And if it doesn't happen, you need to accept the fact that she is not gonna be on her own for long. How many times do you think she's been asked out already because of your rant on Climax Control last week? I bet her phone was lighting up all over the place, from everyone past, present and never was in SCW.

J2H waves his finger in James' face.

J2H: You're not helping.

James: Trying to snap you out of it. Fact is, if nothing happens there, she's gonna move on pretty quick and you need to accept that and look to your own future.

J2H: My own future?

James: Have you told anyone about that injury?

J2H turns his head and sighs

J2H: No.

James: Have you done anything to get it fixed?

J2H: I'm fine.

James shakes his head and turns away

James: Fine? You pop like ten pain pills a day to get through it and when you're not, you're drinking. Just one bad fall, just one and you know it's....

J2H holds his hand up to his thoughtful self.

J2H: Career over, I get it.

James: Career? How about walking over? Or doing everything under your own steam over, or worse.

J2H puts a finger up

J2H: Don't say it.

James: Well you're thinking it.

J2H: Look, I got bigger things to deal with at the moment, like my match on Climax Control.

James smiles at his real self.

James: You're actually looking forward to this because you're teaming with Crystal Millar, aren't you?

A wide smile crosses J2H's face.

J2H: Of course! Crystal is the best bombshell in SCW right now, maybe in the world. Me and her seem to be very much on the same level. We're both good and we both know it. If she wins the Bombshell title, SCW will be represented by the two best wrestlers the place has to offer by miles. If I could have picked anyone to team with, it would be her. It's rare you find someone with as much talent as me, and she has it.

James: That sounds like the old you people despise.

J2H: Whatever, but fuck yeah, I'm excited to have a partner I don't have to worry about. I don't have to talk about Sam Marlowe because Crystal's got this. The girl is on fire and will breeze through Sam, but to me, I got something to prove to Despayre.

James: Oh?

J2H starts to walk up and down the room.

J2H: Despayre! He's been a thorn in my side for so fucking long. Thinking that I'm constantly talking about the match to build it up and we are friends, but no, we're not friends and I have to build it up because he has done nothing at all to do it! He finally gets a World championship shot and he's too busy playing poker with idiots and thinking we're friends. It's fucking lazy. I bust my ass to build up everything like a true champion does and his sits around doing nothing, like the shot is not gonna happen. He's headlining a show in Japan, a supercard and he's sitting there like he just killing time till his next crazy, hairball scheme.

James: So because he hasn't worked as much as you over the last couple of months, he don't deserve to be the champion?

J2H wags his finger at his smarter self.

J2H: Exactly! Exactly that. Most people would be running around bragging to the world at what a great chance they have, what a golden opportunity they have but Despayre? He can't be bothered. If he actually got lucky and won the title, could you imagine what would happened? He'll probably forget the belt constantly or forget that he is world champion, but me, I work to promote everything about the title. Despayre won't and this proves it so when it comes down to it, this shows that he will not be a good champion now, he will never be a good champion, so come Sunday, when I get in the ring with him, I will give him a lesson in what it's like to be a real champion. I will give him a harsh lesson in what it's like to go all out to win.

James: He did earn his shot, it wasn't just handed to him by you.... Well, me really being as I'm the good side and you are.... Well, you.

J2H tilts his head, looking towards himself.

J2H: Big fucking deal, he was carried to victory by my very own tag team partner for Sunday. He didn't exactly do it on his own. He did it cause he had help, and wasted his time since by making out this match isn't gonna happen. It's gonna happen and so is Sunday, but Sunday will be my time to show him just what kind of a fight he's in for. It's my time to show him that this is not like one of his usual matches where he walks in and things he can act like a clown in the ring. Sunday is just a little taste for what Into The Void is gonna be like. It ain't gonna be pretty for him bro. It's gonna be more than a little shock for that annoying idiot, and no amount of pictures he posts on social media of us around each other is gonna change my mind.

James: If only you had this fighting spirit when it comes to other things in your life.

J2H: I do, but Sunday isn't about anything else, it's about showing Despayre what he has to deal with in a few weeks time. He's been slacking, I have not. For him to win the title will be a disaster for SCW. I won't let that happen and if I have to hit him harder than anyone has hit him in his life on Sunday, then fuck it, so be it. It's time he learned this is not a game, this is life and life is hard. It's time to bring him crashing down in to reality that Into The Void V is no normal match. It's for the biggest prize in the world and I'm gonna give him a little taste on what's to come. Maybe then he will take things seriously.

James: And Sam Marlowe?

J2H: She is gonna be too busy getting her ass kicked by Crystal to worry about me.

James: Well at least your focused on something other then the last week, which is partly why I came here. I'm gonna leave you with a little bit of wisdom, because clearly, you don't get it. If Melody makes a bold move, stop being such a dick, you, well we, shouldn't work but it just does work. Secondly, don't blame her because of shit Tommy Knocks has been spreading, and Drake Green's past record. Yes, he's a thoughtless dick at times who doesn't care who he hurts, Lyah Lindberg, Desiree Drake and we know it's gonna happen with Mikah too, leopard don't change his spots, right? But if Melody cares, she'll show it and Drake won't stand a chance, the rest of them that you know about, that we know about, fuck them, they have no chance anyway, even the overly tattooed ass that you know is trying to make a move on the quiet, thirdly, get that injury looked at properly. You don't want everything to just end in the ring. You know ya hurt, so do something about it instead of waiting for what will happen if you don't. Pills and booze to mask shit, doesn't work.

J2H turns around for a second, his eyes diverted from himself

J2H: Thanks for that Dr Phil.

J2H turns back in the direction of where his other self was standing, only to see an empty place. J2H runs his hand on his chin, his hands running across the hairs on his face and blinking his eyes rapidly.

J2H: Did that just happened, or is the whiskey and pills getting much stronger?

J2H breathes deeply, letting out a sigh as the camera fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / Sigh

« on: May 06, 2016, 03:54:35 AM »

OOC notes: First off, this is meant to go after Melody Grace's RP, so stop reading at this point and wait till hers is posted, then come back to this one. I had to post early, explanation just below.

Secondly, I'm sorry for the no coding, and the sub par RP, but a family emergency has thrown me very much through a loop and my mind isn't with it today.

Third, Good luck to Connor, hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Ok first, you need to go and watch Melody's promo because this one continues right on from that. Go on, read it.

She was only kidding about only kidding about this not being continued, because it is being continued.

Melody breathes deeply, looking at J2H, his eyebrows lowered after hearing everything that Melody has said. He runs his hand along his chin, thinking thoughtfully.

J2H: All that happened in the time you was away?

Melody nods slowly, her head covered by the covers in a hoodie shape, covering her blonde hair.

J2H: So you upped and left and all that crazy shit happened?

Another slow nod comes from Melody as she looks at J2H with sad eyes. He runs his hand over his head, troubled look on his face.

J2H: It's just...

Melody: You don't have to say anything, but you asked.

A mumble comes from J2H's lips.

J2H: Wish I never now.

He clears his throat.

J2H: Ok, so now I know where you went, what happened, all that shit but I still have no idea why you'd walk in to that life instead of sitting there and working out our shit storm of a life, you went and got involved in someone else's shit storm. Fuck if you wanted drama, I think you coulda seen enough of it with me.

Melody rolls her eyes as J2H can not stop himself from turning in to the old him. She pulls the blanket around her face to avoid the stern stare moving it's way across the room to Melody. J2H moves to the base of the bed, sitting down and keeping his eyes on Melody. He waits patiently as Melody pulls the blanket from her face.

Melody: I just told you about one of the most disturbing times of my life and you turn this about you!

J2H: More like us, but whatever.

Melody: Ugh!

Melody covers her head with the blanket as J2H looks through the window behind her, the morning sun breaking through. A yawn escapes his lungs and he looks at his watch.

J2H: Look, I thank you for telling me about that. I thank you for opening up at last and I'm sorry if you don't like the fact that that raises more questions than answers. I can't help it if it makes me sit there and wonder why you left and run to Derek. So many questions that need answering here.

He runs his hand over his head, looking towards the covered face of Melody.

J2H: I mean out of all the people you knew, Odette, Gabriel, Roxi, Misty, fuck, even Candy, you upped and went to Norway. You ran away not only out of the city, not only out of the state, state, not only out of the country, but off the continent to a place you've never expressed any interest in before, a country you never once mentioned, a country full of snow and shit, I mean that makes no sense to me at all, not one little bit, I mean come on.

He stands up, walking away from Melody, his hands on the back on his head as he faces the opposite direction.

J2H: Even though it was a phony wedding, with a phony idiot calling it, was it that bad that you ran to a country that had no meaning?

He throws his arms up in the air.

J2H: I mean you had everything that you wanted, ok, we wasn't married but you had the guy you wanted to be with. You had the guy you fantasized about taming, you had the guy you wanted to settle down with so why would you do that? Why would you run and hide so no one could find you instead of fighting for what we had so maybe...

J2H shrugs his shoulders

J2H: Just maybe you could have had the friend you wanted now, the friend you're fighting to keep, yeah, I said keep because God knows there's times I wanna run and say fuck this, but no, you had to make things more complicated by running away and not working on what you're trying to get now. If you would have stayed, maybe we coulda got through it, but not you, noooooooooo, you had to make it harder than it should have been, you had to make it tougher because that's what you do. Your mind is so running fast, you don't even come up with the dangers or the consequences.

A smug look crosses J2H's face as he tries to shock Melody in to the unthought of realities of her leaving.

J2H: No thought of the people around you, no thought of anyone, and you expected to be let back in to people's lives? Just cause Roxi, and all those Twitter clowns let you back so easy, never meant I was, cause I was the person you was actually with for a long time.

J2H mutters under his breath to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

J2H: If this doesn't open her eyes, nothing will.

J2H: You got to go off and be happy go lucky Melody, skipping in to that horror story for no reason, while I had to sit here and deal with people laughing at me, they were laughing at me everywhere I went, people were pointing at me for falling for this trick that you and that idiot Despayre dreamed up. Little kids were laughing at me when I worked so fucking hard to look good and be the best. I came back to SCW with one of the greatest minds in wrestling with James Ringo, and a former World Champion in Giani Di Luca. I was set to fly to the greatest highs of my life with those guys and you came along, you started to fit in brilliantly and then boom, took away my motivation to even breathe. For what?

Another smirk on his face, clearly trying to push Melody's buttons.

J2H: To go star in a strangers horror film. Well bravo, great choice Melody, run off and do something you never expressed interest in before. Fuck, it wouldn't have got to me much if you joined the circus but Norway... What have you got to say for yourself?

J2H spins around on his heels, looking at Melody's face still covered by the blanket.

J2H: Nothing? That's what I expected.

J2H moves towards Melody, bending down and opening it to see Melody fast asleep, breathing in and out slowly. J2H sighs deeply

J2H: And you didn't hear a word of it...

He sighs once more.

J2H: Finally get everything off my chest and ya fall asleep. Fuck this!

J2H turns around, walking towards the room door, reaching his hand out for the door handle and grabbing hold of it, pulling it down. He stops and inhales, looking over his shoulder towards Melody and turns towards her. He walks over, leaning down putting her arm over his shoulder, and his other arm under her legs. He lifts her off the floor and moves her towards his bed, gently laying her down on the bed, resting her head on her pillow. He looks at the blanket on the floor and moves over, picking it up and moving it towards her. He pulls the blanket over her and Melody subconsciously reaches out and pulls the top of the blanket over her, breathing deep and slow. J2H turns around and heads towards the door.

J2H: I need a drink...

Somewhere in Okayama, Japan. The sounds of an out of tune singing male voice is heard. The camera moves around to show J2H sitting at a bar in a karaoke bar. He sits alone as the awful sounds of a Michael Jackson song being butchered, makes him wince. He slowly shakes his head as the music fills the room and he places his hand around a frosty glass of beer, picking it up and raising it to his lips, the weight of the world on his shoulders, as the story from Melody earlier burns deep in his mind, adding more weight...

Again, Melody's promo... see it!

The story troubled him greatly, although it explained so much about the change in Melody. On the outside, you see that bright, bubbly blonde that's always been there but underneath, there's a darker side, a much more forward side than ever before, that alone was troubling, but the reasons behind it trouble him more. Who should have to live that, why should she have to live that. I know you people listening to my voice right now don't know what I'm going on about but it isn't my story to tell, this is Melody's and she'll tell it in her own time, but hearing it weighed down on the young SCW World Heavyweight champion.

Through the story of Melody's disappearance, came some sort of explanation for J2H about what happened that drunken night where he became a 'husband' for the first, and only time, trust me, it is the only time. If all he knew it would take was a big bowl of ice cream for her to spill the beans, he would have done this ages ago. Ok, maybe pushing Melody to the edge since her return, and a little hashtag Twitter blow up might have helped but if it was just ice cream, she'd have got all the ice cream in the world for these answers.

The trouble look from the events of earlier are clearly etched in the young man's mind since he left Melody asleep in his room, and the trouble translates to the look on his face as he stares in to the glass. His patience starts to thin as the karaoke loving singer starts to increasingly get on J2H's last nerve.

J2H: Can someone please tell that fucking clown he can't sing? It's ten in the morning, who comes here to sing at ten in the morning? Don't these people have jobs? Why can't they just be here to drink like normal people.

Irony much?

He reaches for the glass, picking it up again and taking a gulp from his beer, when Simpson approaches J2H from behind.

Simpson: There you are sir, I've been looking all over for you, I did not expect to find you in a place like this at this time of the morning.

J2H: What's wrong with the place? Other than the shit music, the people who should be working, the smell and the bad beer?

J2H picks up his glass and looks around as Simpson moves to his side, sitting next to him at the table.

Simpson: What's wrong sir? You don't seem yourself.

J2H: I'm not myself Simpson, I've been thinking way too much lately, there's just way too much going on and it makes me wonder Simpson. It makes me wonder what life would have been like if I wasn't actually a wrestler.

Simpson: Think of all the things you would have missed sir

J2H picks up his glass of beer, taking a huge gulp.

J2H: What I never had, I wouldn't have missed, I wouldn't have known it was there so I wouldn't have missed it.

Simpson: You wouldn't have seen so many places.

A raised eyebrow comes from J2H as he looks at Simpson.

J2H: Of course I would have. I'd have seen the world in my own time without getting people bruising me. I'd have seen everything I wanted to and not been to these god awful places I have to go to just by being an SCW employee. I mean why would I go to the ass end of Africa by choice? No one would, let alone me.

Simpson: How about the people you've met sir? You'd have never have met them if you was sitting at home watching on television.

J2H: The people that drive me away from being normal? Oh yeah Simpson, I so need them in my life.

A sarcastic tone falls from J2H's mouth as he cocks his eyebrow towards Simpson as he runs his hand through his hair.

Simpson: These people have grown to be your friends.

J2H: Pfst! Friends? You can see all my friends around me right now.

J2H points around him to spaces where no one sits.

J2H: Could you imagine my life without wrestling? I have always had money, I've always been able to do what I want, when I want. People flock to me anyway, always have.

Simpson: But sir, they may have flocked to you for the money and because you wasn't slow to spend, they wasn't real friends.

J2H: And these people are my real friends?

Simpson: I would hazard a guess that Ms Grace, Mr Williams and even Mr Despayre would count you as their real friends.

J2H: Three people who are pains in the asses at times. I have had Despayre running around telling people we're friends, but the guy has contributed to some of my worse days. Casey runs around chasing whoever has gold, and Melody, ah Melody.

Simpson: She has been there for you sir.

J2H: Even when I don't want her to be. You know Simpson, I spent all night with her, and I thought we was getting somewhere and then something happened and I spent hours talking to her about something completely different. I feel like I'm two steps forward and five steps back.

Simpson: Ok, what about the respect you're earning. Did you hear Tommy Knocks earlier calling you the best wrestler there is at the moment?

J2H: Well he's stating the obvious, so mad props to Tommy, but I worked hard for it. He also told me my stock was down this week. Guy gets confused way too much but just think Simpson, if I never stepped in the ring. Just think I could have left Beverly Hills, I could have bought an island and gone there and not had to deal with some people.

Simpson: But would you have been happy sir?

J2H runs his fingers over his head, his mind wandering.

J2H: I'd like to think so.

J2H tilts his head as if he's thinking.

***DAY DREAM!***

J2H looks up at the sun, laying on a sun lounger on a beach. The clear blue ocean licks the golden sand of the beach where J2H rests, his eyes covered by expensive looking sunglasses. On his right sits a drink, clear in colour. He reaches out his hand and pulls it in, taking a sip before replacing it on the little white table. Two bikini clad women walk past him, looking at the young man rested and relaxed on the beach. He stares at the women, lowing his sunglasses and meeting their gaze.

J2H: Man, I love this life of mine.

***Back to current time***

J2H: Sort, sweet but year, beach James loves his damn life and I wanna be beach James some time in the near future.

Simpson: So what does that mean for your SCW career sir? Are you going to walk away from it all?

An arrogant look crosses J2H's face.

J2H: Fuck no! I didn't give this title belt up when I got injured, I ain't no Drake Green but when I lose it, I'll be thinking of being beach James then. Till then, I have some people to prove wrong.

Simpson: Like who sir?

J2H: Well for a start, I wanna show Tommy Knocks that if my stock is down, it's temporary. Form is temporary but I got class and class is permanent.

Simpson: Yes sir.

J2H: And then there's Connor Murphy, I'm sick of listening to him, sick of him talking about me not pinning him and on Sunday Simpson, that changes... In fact I got a lot to say about Connor Murphy....

Sitting in the gardens of the Koraku-en, J2H sits on the north bank of the Aashi river. His eyes look on the calm flowing water as it passes him by. He runs his hand across his head, underneath a black baseball cap. The rest of his body is covered by three quarter length khaki pants and a white sleeveless shirt, resting behind a thick gold chain handing around his neck and the SCW World Heavyweight championship sitting across his lap, the sun's midday rays reflecting off the gold and sending streams of light bouncing all over the nearby grass area. He looks at the water, inhaling deeply as he sits lost in his own mind.

J2H: If ever there was a week I should have said fuck it and gone home to avoid all the drama and shit, this week was it.

The words fall from his mouth as he mumbles to himself, still lost in his own mind. Slowly he looks towards the camera.

J2H: Casey Williams, Ben Jordan, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, all came and tried to take what's mine, all three failed miserably, yet there's that one, that one nagging voice in my head, that one little mixed accent that sits ringing in my ears telling me I haven't pinned him. Just the one voice out of thousands and that is the voice of Connor Murphy.

J2H let's out a sigh, turning away from the camera and looking at the water running past.

J2H: I've had James Tuscini sit there and make eyes at my belt, made his voice heard, and for the record Tuscini is not getting out of the match with me just because he has a belt behind him, he's being offered an upgrade right here without me even taking his title from him. I've heard Rage ramble on and on about getting a shot at me. Why when he's asked me knowing he was a champion, gotta be jealousy cause he really thought he was gonna win my title and he just can't stand that I have it, no shot for you little jealous bitch. Hell, I think even that Dmitri idiot inadvertently declared his interest in a shot at my title by saying on the show last week that it didn't matter if he was booked against Rage or me on this show... Very subtle way of saying "I've been here five minutes but I don't care, I want a belt." Your self entitlement makes me sick Dmitri, but still, your voice is not as loud as that one voice, that voice of Connor Murphy.

A short sharp head shake from J2H shows his disappointment.

J2H: From day one I've done something different, I've lifting things up to a whole new level by taking on everyone before me, by offering shot after shot to people, yet apparently, that makes me weak. Apparently that makes me a bad champion, by letting things that are meant to happen, just happen. That makes me someone who is not worthy of the belt, but I have taken care of everyone put in front of me. I have responded to everyone who wanted to make a move for my big prize. How many other champions would have done that? How many other champions would have a film crew constantly around to respond to each and every person? Go challenge Team Hero for a shot at their belts, you won't get an answer from them ever, but me, I was on the spot all the time to respond to everyone crawling out of the woodwork and trying to get undeserved shots at my title belt, which begs the question. Why did I break the mould and go and put a challenge out myself? Why did I sit there and actually come down to the ring to challenge Connor Murphy?

A slight growl passes his teeth and in to the open air.

J2H: Because of that voice, that voice that rings in my head telling me that I have never pinned Connor Murphy. That voice that constantly bugs the ever living shit out of me saying that I can not defeat this man, just because he got lucky not once, but twice. Yeah, the little bitch beat me in a match a while ago, that was the first time he got lucky. Then he was lucky enough not to be pinned at Blaze of Glory V when Travis just wasn't good enough to kick out of anything, but believe me, if I caught you with my move Connor, you wouldn't have been kicking out either, you wouldn't be able to tell me in that stupid mixed accent of yours that you've never been pinned by me. The only way to shut up that annoying whiny voice is to take it away from you, to take away your only justification in your head, the only hope you have by finally putting that ghost to rest. I have to silence that voice and leave you with nothing Connor. I have to stop it now so I can move on to better and more deserving people.

J2H tilts his head towards his left shoulder.

J2H: I'm not saying Tuscini is more deserving with his "Let's recap everything" style but he is a champion, what are you Connor? Where's your long list of achievements? Where's your list that rivals my two Roulette Championships, my Tag Team Championship, or my World Heavyweight Championship?

A cocky look crosses the young man's face.

J2H: Well, I'm waiting Connor.

J2H looks at his watch on his left wrist and back towards the camera.

J2H: I could be waiting here forever for you to catch up with what I've done. Well done, you've won the Tag Team titles, with Tim Staggs. I know Tim Staggs, I helped turn him in to a stronger less caring man by selling his soul to Brother Grimm. I made him in to a stronger person while he had those belts, so I think it's pretty clear who the stronger man was in the team and that you were lucky to have him as a partner, your title run was down to the fact that Tim Staggs was your partner.

A smile crosses J2H's face as he lowers his head, tilting it to the side and letting his eyes meet the camera.

J2H: Your entire claim to fame, the strongest thing you have going for you at the moment Connor is the fact that I have never pinned you. That you hold a victory over me before I took things to a level you will never, ever reach, that you with never get to bro. The level I'm at is way beyond anywhere you'll get in your career and I'm there in my early twenties. Sucks to be you bro.

J2H turns his head away from the camera.

J2H: After I beat you, pin you for all the world to see, what ya gonna say then, huh? "Hey, I'm the guy that's only been pinned once by J2H, but I can have another title shot because I've only lost once to him". Is that what it's gonna be bro? Is that where ya gonna go? Let me tell ya this for free, this is your last shot Connor, cause I beat people and move on, I kick their asses and I tick them off the list and move on to the next challenge, not that you're a challenge, you're more filler till I defend my title at Into The Void V. Seriously, you're filler, you're nothing more than someone to help me get ready to sell out a big Japanese arena where I can show this fans living in the dark ages, what wrestling really should be. Don't get me wrong Connor, I'm looking forward to shutting you up once and for all to get that stupid fake Irish accent bullshit to shut up and drop down to the lower levels where you belong, so you can go talk shit about people on your true level, but trust me, you are not walking out with my title.

J2H looks back at the camera.

J2H: There's nothing, not a thing that you can actually do to even get near me, you're not even in my league, you're not on my level, you're at the top because I let you be at the top. Do you really think anyone, including the staff here would have gave you the chance if I didn't step out there and hand it to you? You wouldn't be in the main event, you'd be chasing the Roulette title or something but I put you here, I let you step in to a place you don't belong. I pulled you up to a level that you shouldn't be at, just so I can knock you down again. Everything about you annoys me Connor, the fact that you're a Canadian wishing he was Irish annoys me, the stupid accent annoys me, the unfunny stuff you do with Pussy Willow annoys me, your hair annoys me, your face annoys me, your dress sense annoys me, your friends annoy me, your best friends sister, who is obviously trying to get her foot back in the door and will probably use this as an excuse for air time, annoys me, fuck, even your childhood pets annoy me!

J2H grits his teeth, talking through them.

J2H: There's not a damn thing about you that doesn't annoy me about you.

Ungritting his teeth, he raises his eyebrows confidently.

J2H: I've never met ya parents either, but they annoy me too.

He turns his attention to the river, his eyes looking towards the water.

J2H: There's not a thing on earth about you that doesn't annoy me Connor, not a thing and I want you to remember that the only reason you're where you are, is cause I let you be. I let you stand up that high on the card, not because you should be, but because I have all the power. I won't let you be this high up the card again after Sunday, I won't let you anywhere near me. You're gonna have to go someone else to annoy, or get ready for a nothing match at into The Void V, MY show, no one else's, my show, you should probably get ready for a match against a no one, to open the show with cause you're not coming anywhere near my main event match.

J2H inhales deeply

J2H: Stick to your drinking title, it reflects you so perfectly. It's meaningless, it's pointless, it's petty, it's not worth the little stick on name plate, it's so much like you, you should stick to that. You're proud you can be hungover in the morning, well big whoop, I'm proud I can kick ass and wake up as a real champion. I give out shots with my fist, you drink them from a glass, our titles reflect who we are, you are never gonna be worth my World title, stay at your level bro and mess around for a drinking title that has nothing but bragging rights, while I sit here with the respect that comes along here with my title.

He runs his fingers across the World Heavyweight championship.

J2H: I did hear everything you had to say about me at the show. A soap opera life on Twitter, huh? Guess what genius, my little time on Twitter keeps people interested in me, they couldn't give a fuck about you. People know my name, they know who I am, I connect with them, but you, no one cares who you are, no one is interested in you. If you got lucky to somehow take my title, people would still wonder who you are. This is why you could never be a top champion Connor, cause the only thing you can connect to is a shot glass. No one wants to see you as a champion and thanks to me, no one will have to see you as a champion, cause I will do all I can to stop you and send you back to that obscurity that you belong in.

J2H looks seriously down the camera.

J2H: But have no doubt about it in your mind Connor, none at all, that Sunday will be your last shot at glory. This will be the last time you get a chance to put your hands on my title, because I will put you in the same place as Rage and laugh every single time you mention my belt. I will laugh like I haven't laughed before because you're just gonna be like him, you're just gonna be as boring as Rage is, you're just gonna be a nothing in my eyes. You're going to be less than James Tuscini in my eyes, less than Dmitri and those guys have been here like five minutes. You'll go down to opening cards with the likes of Ryan Keys and Alex Rush before you know it.

A smirk crosses his face.

J2H: No matter how much you come at me bro, no matter how much you bring to this party, I'm sending you home with a shattered career and nothing left to hope for.

J2H stands up, pulling the SCW World Heavyweight championship over his shoulder.

J2H: That's real talk bitch!

J2H turns and walks away as the camera fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Watch and You Might Learn Something

« on: March 24, 2016, 10:14:47 AM »

And on to title defence number two for the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, J2H. Casey Williams was a tough test, but he knew in his mind that they would keep getting tougher and tougher. Some might say his word, calling out the whole of SCW might come back to haunt him, the unexpected... Well, not so unexpected if you knew him, challenge from Rage has already got people talking. The freshness of Connor Murphy throwing his hat in to the ring, and the lime light stealing, anything to be on TV Travis Nathaniel Andrews also making their intentions clear. To J2H, it didn't bother him as we can instantly see by his relaxed demeanour.

In the SCW Studios back in Las Vegas, Nevada, production people buzz around J2H as he looks calm and peaceful. A male clips a microphone to the front of his white T-shirt, just hanging above his black, loose leather style pants. Around his neck sits a thick gold chain and on his head, a baseball cap, pushed slightly to the left. Ms. Rocky Mountains quickly approaches him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ok J, let's go over this one more time.

Cue an eye roll from the champion as he fastens the World Championship belt around his waist.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Basically, you sit in the chair in front of the laptop and do the introduction and Jerry there.

Ms. Rocky Mountains points to a man sitting behind the laptop that J2H will be sitting at, his eyes looking at a laptop in front of him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: He'll filter through questions from the fans that will appear on your screen. You'll have cameramen either side of you and production will switch from camera to camera. You'll see what people online see on your laptop.

J2H: Rocky, it's answering questions online to a bunch of fans. It's fine. I knew when I won the championship, I would have to do this kinda shit to keep people happy and so far, I've gone above and beyond that. Can't imagine anyone else working this hard.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Alright. Just remember there's all ages in there waiting for you, and we were looking at five thousand people watching as it is, so to give Jerry time to pick out good questions, give slightly longer answers. When he gives you the X sign, it means wind it up, thank people for watching and show off the magazine.

J nods as he moves to sit down at the chair set up.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: If this is a success, we can have more people come in and do this. Just give your honest opinion on this, be the guy we see on TV and not the guy off of TV and answer through all questions that pop up.

J2H looks at Rocky with a smirk.

J2H: Please! I am the same guy on TV as I am off TV. I'm just more tolerant off TV than on. Can we get this thing started now? I don't have a whole lot of time. Since I won this thing, Christian has been making me jump through loops to promote this company.

Rocky nods as J2H takes his seat. He looks towards Jerry, who points at him and he starts the introduction.

J2H: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls who should be at school right now, but ya doing the smarter thing by listening to my wisdom. My name is J2H and I am the SCW World Heavyweight champion. Right now, you people are witnessing the first of what could be many SCW interviews where you ask the questions. Don't worry, Rage will probably see this and come running in to the studio to do one himself later cause that guy is so uncreative and needs to be a thief, but until he does, it's time for you to type a question in to box on your screen, it will go to a guy you can't see, which is good, cause he's not great looking and then the questions will come to me. So let's see what you got SCW fans.

J2H leans back in his chair as the first question appears on the screen.

Question: What has been the highlight of you SCW career so far?

J2H: There's been great moments, but winning championships has been highlights. The Roulette when no one took me serious, the tag titles when everyone thought Giani Di Luca carried me, which was bull, and winning the title I have now. All highlights but the best is yet to come. I ain't no fool being all close minded like that masked German idiot. I want to win championships all the time, so I think my bigger moments are yet to come, but looking at the fans faces when I pinned Goth to become World Champion is the highlight so far, but I ain't done yet.

Question: What was the most important thing Austin Parker taught you?

J2H: To respect the business. Careers end with one screw up, or pushing the body one step too far. People have ended their careers just so that people like me can have a career and push forward with it, so respect that fact. Also taught me to see what I want, get what I want and do whatever I can to hold on to it. He said there's always gonna be someone out there trying to take my spot, so do what you can to keep it.

Question: What ever happened to Giani Di Luca and Jimmy Ringo?

The question brings a smile to J2H's face.

J2H: Probably hustling pool down on the Jersey Shore or something. I think the breakout star of the group is obvious, but without those two, I wouldn't be here. Everything happens for a reason.

Question: Do you see yourself as an inspirational leader?

J2H: Well I am. I won the title and that instantly put me in a place to lead and some would have buckled under the pressure by now, but I am happy to lead everyone. I'm the one who ends up in corporate meetings and on shows and radio stations everywhere. It's my role to encourage people to step up. I must be an inspiration, cause I know Rage is sitting in the back nervous as all hell now because I told him he had to win to face me, which will inspire him to be better and hopefully less dull.

Question: What do you think of the people who have answered your challenge?

A smirk crosses J2H's face as he leans back in the chair.

J2H: Let's cut the crap about it all. Travis is a loser, he will always be a loser. The guy can't even win the Roulette championship, he can't beat an egg. Him jumping up is no big surprise because he can't do it like I did and win against people who matter. Travis is just in it so he can stand in a main event at a supercard so his ego can be stroked once more. Connor saw an opportunity there and took it, first one to do so and as much as I hate to admit it, he has a point. He has beat me, he had a good run with the tag titles and can step up. I think it's a step too far and he should be looking at the Internet title but I do want to beat everyone here, so might as well tick his name off early. As for Rage, he already thinks he has it in the bag but truth is, no one wants to see him win it, so if he gets lucky and wins Blast From The Past and I have no choice, I will do you all a favour and stop him being a champion.

Question: Is there someone you wished stepped up to answer your challenge?

J2H runs his hand along his chin, thinking about the answer.

J2H: Yeah, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I would still come out on top so it really didn't matter to me.

Question: Who do you want to win Blast From The Past?

J2H: Anyone but Rage, next question please.

J2H sits forward, waiting for the next question to appear on the screen.

Question: What do you think of the new people SCW has hired lately?

J2H: Chris Burden is a joke. Sorry but go win a match before teaching people the art of a promo. Who wants advice from people who can't win? Alex Rush is confusing to me. The guy is a rockstar, got enough money to buy this company but chooses to turn up in to comedy skits with a drag queen? James Tuscini, can you get more stereotypical? Hey ho, eh oh, I'm Italian... Been done and Matt Spears don't know his ass from his elbow. If this is the new bunch that's meant to do something here, I'd be worried for the future.

Question: What advice would you give someone just breaking in to the wrestling business?

J2H: Submerge yourself in everything. Watch EVERY promo, learn everything you can about opponents before matches. Be on every show if possible, doesn't matter if you're booked. Don't be close minded like people we can talk about, but why give them the air time? If you just sit there, record a promo, go wrestle and go home, it shows that you couldn't care less about things. No ambition that way. I know all there is to know on my opponents, I watch every promo, I watch the shows from top to finish the next day. I don't just fast forward to my match, I watch everything, and that's why I am a champion and people who think they deserve to be champions, have done nothing to show they deserve it.

Question: What is your pet peeve in SCW?

J2H: I got two. Gonna sound like a broken record here for the first one, because I've said it before, and others have too, but lazy damn champions. You work to win the titles, plaster your face over SCW screens. If not, you become a champion to forget, a champion not worth remembering. Years to come, people ask if they remember wrestler X being a champion, chances are the answer will be no, because all they did was show up, wrestle and leave. It's embarrassing to a division to me. Every belt I've had, I've been on the show constantly to promote it. Some SCW champions are a joke because they don't do that.

J2H breathe deeply, clearly annoyed as he speaks about it.

J2H: Secondly, people who sign up, have one match, lose and run away crying. Stealing spots from people who want to be on the show. You just make yourself look stupid by doing that. You make yourself look like an idiot and steal someone else's spot. People like that should be pretty ashamed of themselves. Might wanna give me the next question there Jerry, because talking about this stuff is pretty annoying.

Question: Do you watch bombshell promos?

J2H: Yeah, every single one of them. I watch everything around here.

Question: If you could bring back someone from SCW's past for one match, who would it be?

J2H: Now that is a good question.

J2H presses his hands together in thought.

J2H: I would say either Nick Jones or Jordan Williams. Old school there against new school here. Maybe even Drake Green cause I never got a chance to go against him one on one. Options are endless at this point. Maybe even Kain just to prove a point that I can hang with some of the violent people in SCW history. Next question please.

Question: When are you and Melody gonna get back together? You guys are so cute!

A frown crosses J2H's face as he reads the question in his head.

J2H: Look, I know she has the biggest crush in the world on me, but that just ain't happening. We're kinda rebuilding a friendship, probably because of the history we had but that's it. She still bounces around the country to hang out with people for a day, I still spend my time in Beverly Hills. Us getting back together is just a fantasy in the fans heads.

Question: Are you Dexter the Duck's real dad?

J2H rolls his eyes at the question.

J2H: No! I am not! He's a duck, do I look like a duck to you?

Another roll of the eyes from J2H as he waits for the next question to appear.

Question: Since you sold out Tim Staggs, he's changed. Do you feel guilty for that?

J2H: Can we not talk about that? What you gotta ask yourself is has Tim Staggs changed for the better or worse? I needed to do what I could to shake Grimm off my back so I could go on and become the SCW World Champion, and I did just that.

Question: You face Ben Jordan on Sunday, do you think he has a chance of walking away with the World Heavyweight championship? Also why is it called the Heavyweight championship when you're not a heavyweight?

J2H: For your second part of the question, I have no idea, short sighted staff?

An arrogant look crosses his face

J2H: As for Ben Jordan. I haven't got a worry in the world about taking on a guy that no one can understand. It took him over two years, two years to even get a shot at anything while jokes like Casey get title shots every other week. What does that say about Ben Jordan? Even when he did get a title shot, you saw what title he got a shot at? Tag titles, yes, the freaking tag titles! Wins them and his partner retires. Either Ben is the king of bad luck or no one wants to be around him. The thing is, you're gonna need a whole lot of luck if you wanna take the biggest prize there is and Ben just don't seem a lucky enough guy to get this belt and take it from me. He was a big deal elsewhere but he's not in SCW. He's more of a guy that just can't break through the glass ceiling and will always be the nearly guy.

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: We all know this is the biggest chance he will ever get in SCW and I'm not willing to give up my belt without a fight. This simply means Ben will not be walking out of here with my title. He is the nearly man. Nearly getting a shot at titles, nearly being a star, and maybe in the future, he will stop being the nearly man and win something worth winning but this is not gonna be it. This belt is staying with me.

J2H looks up to see Jerry lifting up the X sign with his arms.

J2H: Anyway, the guy you can't see is telling me to wrap this up, so I hope you've all learned something from listening to me and if Rage does run in here later to do one of his own as he tries to keep up with me, don't tune in to listen to him talk about his brother, or the fact Kittie makes him miserable, no one cares. What you should do is get outside now and pick up your copy of SCW's magazine.

J2H reaches towards the table and picks up the SCW magazine, holding it towards the camera.

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J2H: With yours truly on the cover. Don't worry about Team Hero on the cover. They're not that important, and you forget they're even Bombshell Tag Champs these days. Until next time, this is the only champion that matters saying join us on Sunday where you will see me defeat Ben Jordan and walk out with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.

J2H nods at the camera as the scene fades.

Climax Control Archives / #22

« on: March 04, 2016, 01:07:36 PM »

The following takes place during the party thrown by Melody Grace. You can find that right about here.

The party is thumping as SCW stars, former stars and other wrestling world celebrities yet to step in to an SCW ring the rooftop bar in the London Hotel in West Hollywood to celebrate the 22nd birthday of SCW World champion, J2H. Indeed, Melody Grace has outdone herself as amazing decorations fill the outside area, including the initials of J2H reflecting peacefully off of a pool, the humming bu of a smoke machine flicking out the dry ice mix to the air within the beats of the music and balloons and streamers of black and gold randomly fill the area. The area is alive with noise as chatter from SCW stars like the Seven Deadly Sins standing to one side chatting amongst themselves, to the pairing of Mercedes Vargas and Joshua Acquin deep in conversation, to the bosses Christian Underwood and Mark Ward surveying the scene before them, the party was indeed in full swing, except...

Where exactly was the birthday boy?

Nowhere to be seen amongst the crowd of well wishers or party goers, the SCW World champions absence was clearly noted. The camera moves to Simpson, talking to Jason Adams, again, J2H nowhere to be seen. Melody Grace moves around the scene, talking to people and handing out drinks in her role of organizer/host. She too looks around the scene, unable to see J2H. She turns to Ben Jordan, standing nearby with Samantha Marlowe.

Melody: Hey Ben, Sammi, have you guys seen James?

Ben: I've seen him, not lately but he's a little fella with a bunch of tattoos.

Melody and Sam can't help but smile as Ben grins widely.

Melody: That's the guy! Any idea where he might be? I haven't seen him in ages.

Melody's eyes widen as she gulps hard.

Melody: I hope he hasn't left! All that money, getting all these people here! He can't have left!

Ben: Calm down sweets, he's probably here somewhere.

Indeed he was, looking down at the whole proceedings from way up high. Looking down at the party from a balcony, J2H watches his party in full swing, his eyes moving around from various guests but always returning to Melody. His hand grips a bottle of cold beer as he watches the action from ten feet above the main crowd, a slight smile on his face as he watched Melody speak to Ben and Sam. He lifts the beer to his lips before taking a gulp of the cold beverage. Removing it from his lips, he breathes deep before turning around and moving through a doorway and towards the top of a staircase, watching people move past the bottom of the stairs and sits at the top of the stairs, looking down them.

J2H: All these people here for me, when I should be focused on taking on a giant.

He wraps both hands around the beer bottle and breathes deeply.

J2H: I shocked the world by telling people I'm keeping what I won and yet friends, rivals and anyone who wants my gold have turned up here to celebrate my day when my mind should be on keeping the belt longer. I asked for the biggest person they could find and the bosses, they came up with Casey. Long time friend, long time rival and I'm fucking glad they came up with Casey.

J2H continues to talk to himself.

J2H: This title has been around the waists of people I can not respect for love nor money, people have got shots at the belt that didn't deserve it but Casey on the other hand, he does actually deserve a shot at the title. He's been here from day one, he's been here to take on everyone and never complained about jack shit. Out of all the people that came to me when it came to me talking about me giving up the title, Casey was the only one that came to me with respect about what I'd done in my career to get where I am, where other little assholes came to me asking if I would just give the belt to them. This is why Casey Williams is different, he didn't want me to hand him the belt, he'd only take it if he could rip it directly from my hands. Something about that I have to respect. I'm glad he is my first title defence. He is the kinda person you want to make a statement with and I know everyone's gonna say I've beat him constantly and well, honestly, yeah, I have beat him constantly, but this is different. I watched his title shot against Drake Green and Drake Green don't know how lucky he was to have friends around him to help him through that. I know I'm not dealing with any kind of animal here, I'm dealing with Casey Williams wanting the biggest prize there is. I'll be stupid to think he won't up his game and come at me like a wild animal, but I know I can beat him.

J2H lifts the beer to his mouth and takes another gulp before continuing to talk to himself.

J2H: This is no different from when I've beat him before, there is no added pressure to this one because there is a title on the line, my title, a title I had to earn by beating the whole damn roster. Absolutely no added pressure for me, just another match, except this time, I get to celebrate by holding the title belt above my head.

J2H turns his head, looking away from the bottom of the stairs.

J2H: Although I do get this weird feeling about this match, like something is gonna happen that I don't expect. I know I won't lose, everyone knows I'm gonna take this one and go out and impress but maybe I should get the hell out of there right after the match.

He turns his head back to the bottom of the stairs as he spots people walking past.

J2H: Probably should shake Casey's hand after the match or something because I don't hate him anymore. He backed the wrong horse when he sided with Drake Green and I told him it would all end in tears but friend, rival, pain in the ass, he earned my respect for being in SCW and not bitching every week when a card goes up. That puts him ahead of everyone else and don't get me started on the people who fuck off when they don't win. Blame everyone except the only person who could change that.... Themselves.

He quickly shakes his head.

J2H: This is why the right man has the title, the right man to lead the company, the right man to take SCW up a level cause I'm gonna hold my title forever and fuck anyone who don't like it.

J2H takes a gulp of the beer from the still cold bottle before continuing to speak to himself.

J2H: I'm not gonna be one of those champions who underestimate anyone cause their win loss record looks like shit, I'm gonna take everyone seriously, starting with Casey. Everyone wants to hold the title forever, but my goal is different, my goal is to beat every single person on the roster, every man that is here, hell, every son of a bitch who signs up. Come Sunday, I will be ticking Casey off the list as the first person I beat. It's unfortunate but I don't plan on being one of those champions that lose in defence one. I plan on taking this title through to the end of SCW, I don't care if it's a year or ten, this belt is going nowhere fast. I will be known as the greatest champion to ever step in a ring and I will go out there on Sunday and taking care of business and firing a message to the entire roster that this is mine, it will always be mine and poor Casey will be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have to prove a point on Sunday, I have to start as I mean to go on and that is something I will do.

J2H smiles.

J2H: This is my time and I will shine. Casey is number one, and all the respect in the world is not gonna stop me from putting on a show, sending a message to the roster and moving on to the next challenger. Casey is not winning this, trust me. This one is mine all over. Nothing Casey can do will ever get the title out of my hands, nothing he can do will ever drag this one away from me.

J2H looks up at the bottom of the stairs to see Melody Grace Carpenter~~-Huntington-Hawkes Number 1~~ looking up at him. J2H looks down the stairs at Melody.

J2H: How much of that did you hear?

Melody starts to walk up the steps.

Melody: Nothing Casey can do to take your title, blah, blah, blah.

Melody smiles at J2H, who rubs his hand on his forehead.

Melody: I should get back to the party and hand out drinks.

J2H: Sit down for a minute, all I've seen you do is run around playing party mother, handing out drinks and talking to people.

Melody looks at J2H with lowered eyebrows before walking up the steps and turning around, squeezing herself on to the same step as J2H, wiggling him over a little.

Melody: Now why aren't you down there enjoying your party?

J2H scratches the side of his face.

J2H: I'm enjoying it, I'm just taking a breather from it. I've shook so many hands and I don't know so many of these people. Thought I'd avoid the handshaking for a bit. I have a question.

Melody: I might have an answer, unless it's a math question, I might not have an answer for that.

J2H: It's not a math question.

Melody: Oh good, cause all those numbers.

J2H: My question is why did you do all this for me? Considering other than a few tweets, we're not exactly besties. This has been the most we've been around each other since... Well, you know.

Melody bites her lower lip before turning to face J2H.

Melody: Well it's your birthday, you like parties, you just won your first world title so you deserve this.

J2H: But it must have cost a fortune and that car you bought me for my birthday. How can you afford these things?

Melody: It doesn't matter how I got these things, the point is you deserved this. Plus I probably owe you for the whole disappearing thing, so it made sense.

J2H: Surprising that you remembered my birthday, you got one over on my parents at least.

Melody: You mean they didn't....

J2H raises hand and shakes his head firmly.

J2H: Nope, they didn't. Doesn't matter anyway, not the first time, sure as hell won't be the last time they forget something like this, but this isn't your responsibility.

Melody: So you're telling me you wouldn't have done this for me?

J2H tilts his head, looking at Melody with his lips pressed tight together.

Melody: Stupid question.

J2H: I didn't say anything. I mean I would have maybe done something if things were not who we seem to be, hell, I don't even know what we are meant to be right now.

Melody: So I did wrong?

A disappointed look crosses Melody's face as she turns her head away from J2H, but J2H instinctive grabs her hand, wrapping his fingers around the top of her hand, causing Melody to hold her breath. He quickly sees his instinctive move and pulls his hand away.

J2H: No, not at all.

Melody exhales with relief

J2H: You went above what you should have done for someone in our situation. You did good, even though you didn't have to. You're popular, you coulda been anywhere other than here and throwing this thing for me, but you're here.

Melody: Wouldn't want to be anywhere other than here.

J2H looks at Melody as she closes her eyes tightly as the words unintentionally fall from her lips. Melody starts to turn a shade of red as J2H smiles.

J2H: You're going red, starting to look like a traffic light.

Melody starts to fan her face with her hands.

Melody: No, it's just really hot in here.

She moves her hands more rapidly, causing a wider smile from J2H as he looks at her.

J2H: Must be really hot in here judging by the shade your face is going.

Melody: Maybe we should get back to the party. I'm sure you haven't shaken everyone's hand yet. There's got to be more people out there.... Have you met Ted?

J2H: An How I Met Your Mother reference?

Melody stands up, ignoring J2H's comment as she starts to move down the stairs, dragging J2H with her as she goes.

J2H: Pretty strong when you're determined.

J2H moves in front of Melody, reaching the bottom before Melody. Melody tries to speed up in heels but misses the last step and stumbling forward. J2H reaches out and catches her in his arms, their upper bodies pressing against each other. The two stare at each other for a few seconds, keeping eye contact before Melody speaks in a soft voice.

Melody: Thank you.

Derek Thorne stands behind the two, watching their actions.

Derek: All you two need is Michael Buble singing Lost and she wouldn't have to tell you what she really should. Actions would speak louder than words.

J2H turns to see Derek standing after hearing his comment. He turns his head back towards Melody.

J2H: What's he mean?

Melody's eyes widen.

Melody: Doesn't matter, let's get you back around the party people and get you some booze, lots of booze.

Melody glares at Derek.

Melody: Mind numbing booze.

Melody takes J2H by the wrist and leads him in towards the party as the scene fades on Derek Thorne's smiling face.

Climax Control Archives / Frustration

« on: January 15, 2016, 12:48:45 PM »

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.

Climax Control Archives / About damn time!

« on: November 06, 2015, 09:11:15 AM »

A large looking white door is seen as the scene starts, painted with panels squared off and giving the illusion of 3D. A brass handle is seen halfway down the door. A sigh is heard off camera and the camera turns to see the man known as Simpson, bodyguard, servant and whatever else J2H decides to give him in his job title. A trouble look crosses the big, bald mans face as he reaches with his left hand towards the brass handle. With the outside of his right hand, he raps his knuckles on the wooden door panel. No response can be heard from the other side of the door. Simpson sighs as he calls out.

Simpson: Sir?

Still no response from behind the door as Simpson runs his right hand over his head, feeling the clammy skin underneath his meaty fingers. He knocks on the door once more, more at head height, his knuckles bouncing off the wood three times.

Simpson: Sir?

He tries again, but is met with the same silence as before, not a sound passes through the door. A thoughtful look crosses Simpson's face, debating his next move. With a slight roll of his shoulders, he pushes down on the brass handle and pushes the door open slowly. A creaking sound comes as the door opens a little more. He peeks his head around the corner, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness in the room.

Simpson: Sir, are you in here?

The door opens wider, the light from the hallway cutting through the darkness and in to the room. Simpson reaches his right arm around the frame, reaching his hand out for a light switch but a voice cuts him off.

J2H: Touch that switch and I will cut off your fingers.

Ah, a not so empty room anymore as a serious sounding J2H's voice rips through the darkness and towards Simpson. Simpson's hand hovers over the light switch as he contemplates his next move.

Simpson: Sir, this is ridiculous. You've been locked up here since High Stakes V. You have rarely left this very room since we got back home. You can't stay in here forever.

J2H: I can and will if I want. It's my fucking house and if I only wanna stay in this one room, in the dark, I will do it. I will stay here, I don't have to be anywhere. Who's gonna stop me?

The shadow of Simpson at the doorway is seen inhaling sharply as he looks around the room.

Simpson: One defeat....

J2H: It was NOT a defeat!

The elevated tones of J2H's voice makes Simpson stop his vocals in it's tracks.

Simpson: Sir...

Again Simpson doesn't finishes his sentence as J2H snaps back once more.

J2H: It wasn't a defeat, it was luck, it's because my head was all over the place, because I didn't know what he was, I made the mistake of thinking he was human, but he's not Simpson, he's not, and I didn't know what I was dealing with but now I'm figuring it out.

Simpson: It's all in the past now sir.

J2H: IT'S NEVER IN THE PAST!

His tone changes to a higher, more squeaky shout as the sentence rolled on. Simpson breathes deeply before taking a chance. He reaches up and quickly switches on the light switch, causing J2H to snap his head up towards him as he sits on a bed. A two week old scruffy looking beard sits on the youngsters face, aging him instantly beyond his years. His eyes bloodshot as he glares angrily towards Simpson, while clad in grey shorts. Simpson's face looks stunned at the usual prim and proper well groomed man as J2H looks at him like the proverbial deer in the headlights.

Simpson: Sir.

J2H: What did I tell you about the fucking light? I said no!

He barks towards Simpson, who's face doesn't change from the shocked look resting upon it.

Simpson: Sir.... You look terrible.

J2H: I look terrible one time, you look terrible all the time!

Simpson observes the room, his eyes peering around to see many objects covered by long sheets, as well as the curtains pulled tightly to a close.

Simpson: Sitting in this room is not going to help you. Sitting in the darkness won't help you feel better sir. You need to be back out there, you need to be looking around at the world, you need to be around people. Feeling sorry for yourself is not the answer.

J2H lowers his eyebrows, looking through narrowed eyes at Simpson.

J2H: I don't feel sorry for myself, I feel stupid because I didn't know what I was dealing with.

Simpson: Like I said sir, it's all in the past now.

J2H moves to the end of the bed, waving his finger from side to side at Simpson.

J2H: It's not in the past. I beat him in the past, he still came back. Now he's beat me, he's not gonna stop there Simpson, I know he's not. He's going to continue till he goes one up on me, and then he's gonna try and control me, but I can't let that happen.

Simpson moves in to the room, moving towards J2H.

Simpson: Sir, if he is a supernatural being, then wouldn't he prefer the darkness rather than the light? Wouldn't you be putting yourself more at a risk.

Simpson's attempt to humour the young man falls on deaf ears.

J2H: You'd think that, but...

Simpson moves towards the curtains, placing a hand on them.

Simpson: Every legend told from supernatural creatures have been connected to the night, so let's banish them and let the light fill the room.

Simpson pulls at the curtain, pulling it back to show a huge bay window. He blinks rapidly as he looks at the window, covered in writing in red.

J2H: You're an idiot Simpson. Not every supernatural thing is connected to the night!

Simpson looks at the writing on the window, his eyes narrowed and focused on the words. He turns back toward J2H.

Simpson: What is all of this sir?

J2H steps off the bed and moves towards the bay window, shielding his eyes from the first piece of daylight he has seen in a while. He points an open palm at the window.

J2H: This is me trying to figure out what Brother Grimm is so I know how to stop him. I started thinking, if I knew what he was, then it would be easy to stop him coming after me. First I thought he was a vampire.

Simpson: A vampire?

J2H: Yes Simpson, a vampire, but then it hit me. He couldn't be a vampire, because he has no signs of blood lust, he just wants to eat people. This made me think he could be one of these.

J2H points his finger to a word on the board.

Simpson: A wendigo?

J2H: Yes, a wendigo Simpson, a flesh eater. Someone that hunts people in wooded areas, keeps them alive for days and then eats them. He makes no secret of his taste for human flesh, but then he couldn't be, because wendigo's don't come out of the forest, they stay there and let their food come to them. He couldn't even be a day walker.

Simpson: A day walker sir?

A look of confusion crosses the big man's face as he continues to humour J2H.

J2H: They're like vampires but can walk in sunlight. If he's not a vampire, he's not a day walker, they're linked.

J2H nervously ticks his head as he runs his fingers through his unkempt longer than usual hair. Simpson scratches his bald head as he look at J2H.

Simpson: So what is he sir?

J2H: He's a mirror person!

J2H throws his finger up in the air, a smile on his face as he looks like he's just found his eureka moment.

Simpson: I don't...

J2H snaps his head around looking towards Simpson.

J2H: A mirror person Simpson. Like bloody Mary. He moves through reflections. He needs something that reflects the light to move in to places without a door. He can't haunt my dreams, he can't get inside my head just like that. To stalk me, he needs something that reflects the light. He needs it to haunt me. That's why there's no reflective things here in Simpson. Go on, have a look around.

Indeed J2H is telling the truth as Simpson turns his head around. Mirrors are covered by long sheets, anything that could give off a reflection has been covered. He turns back to J2H, the young man with a crazy look in his eye, and crooked smile on his face.

Simpson: So how does one defeat such a thing.

J2H: Ah...

J2H puts a finger in the air, pursing his lips out.

J2H: That is something I'm still trying to figure out, but I will do soon. Then I will return to SCW and put this thing to bed once and for all!

An uneasy look crosses Simpson's face as he looks at J2H.

Simpson: Actually sir, you will be needed by then. Your presence is required in Kingston, Jamaica this weekend.

J2H: Great booking there SCW. Take SCW to an island paradise, and then drop people in the middle of the crime capital of the Caribbean.

J2H quickly shakes his head, before looking back at the window, pointing at certain words written on the window in red pen.

J2H: Besides, I'm far too busy for that stuff, I have to work out how to end this monster before I go anywhere near SCW. Way too many reflective surfaces to cover there to stop him from sneaking out on me.

Simpson: But sir, this is billed as the biggest match of your career.

J2H: Unless it's against Drake Green and I'm gonna take that title off him, I'm not interested.

He continues to look at the window, his mind tipping over in thought as he rubs the side of his head.

Simpson: It's against Simon Jones sir.

J2H slowly turns his head and looks at Simpson, not a word falling from his mouth as he stares at his bodyguard slash servant.

J2H: Simon Jones? Ex SCW World Heavyweight Champion Simon Jones?

Simpson: The one and the same sir.

A slight smile creeps over J2H's face as he brushes his hair from his face. He scratches the side of his cheek as the smile grows wider.

J2H: In that case, start packing some stuff and call Casey right away.

Simpson: I believe Mr Williams might be slightly busy sir.

J2H: Why? The guy has very little interests other than beating on someone's face for the sake of it.

Simpson: And that sir is what he may be doing. He has been working more for AWA as of late and he is now an official part of the ACW movement to rebel against Mr Ward.

A sour look crosses J2H's face after hearing the news that Casey has switched his allegiances towards 'The light side'.

J2H: That big, bald, ape type creature.... No offence Simpson.

Simpson: Why would I take offence sir?

J2H: Because you and him look alike. How could he do this? I mean I was making him famous and now it's official that he jumped ship to join Drake Green and his band of merry men to play Robin Hood? This does not sit well with me Simpson!

Simpson: I don't see how it could ruin a friendship sir.

J2H: Oh you don't? I do Simpson, because if it comes down to it, I will be on the SCW side to this whole thing and I will stand against him if I should. I will speak to him later and try and snap him out of this whole thing with Drake Green and ACW. Doesn't he realize that SCW always wins these things? I will get him back on the right side Simpson. I have to for his own good before he becomes a laughing stock with the rest of the former ACW losers.

Simpson: If you say so sir.

J2H: Say so, I know so! He might been sold something by Drake Green to get him on that side, but that's only so Drake Green can hide behind him. I vow to make him see this Simpson and come back to the side where he doesn't have be tamed by being part of the flavour of the month group.

J2H looks at Simpson firmly.

J2H: Well, get along and start packing Simpson. I need to go and make myself look a lot better. I wanna look like the superstar that I am for when I beat Simon Jones.

Simpson: Right away sir.

J2H: And don't forget the bullet proof vests. Jamaica isn't all sunshine and people smoking that disgusting smelling shit.

Simpson nods his head before quickly exiting the room. J2H smiles to himself.

J2H: Simon Jones... About time they gave me someone to face with a little bit of credibility around here.

J2H walks away, exiting the camera shot as the scene fades to black.

A black limo comes to a slow stop on a tarmac looking road. The camera moves around the car to show a shiny finish to the car before it comes to a complete halt. The camera focuses on the bottom of the back door as the sound of another door opens up, unseen by the camera, and footsteps are heard walking along the ground. With another click, the door swings open and the camera focuses on the black shined shoes, sitting below the pants leg of a grey suit. The camera moves up the person to show the bottom of a matching jacket with a black shirt and higher still. The now clean shaven and shorter haired J2H confidently looks at a small private jet. Another set of feet are heard hitting the tarmac and Simpson joins him within the camera shot. The two walk towards the private plane.

J2H: You told them to have the laptop set up, right?

Simpson: I did sir.

J2H: Good.

The two walk towards the plane, towards where the captain waits to greet them, but J2H ignores him and quickly bounces up the steps. Simpson follows behind as J2H sees a laptop, already bright with power sitting on. J2H quickly takes a seat in front of the laptop and starts to hit on the keys, opening up programs as fast as the computer allows. A video recorder pops up on his screen as the light by the webcam springs in to life, shining a pale blue to indicated that it's on. Simpson takes a seat on the other side of the aisle to J2H. The pilot steps aboard and the door shuts as J2H presses the record button on the laptop, capturing himself on video.

J2H: Oh SCW, now is the time for your highlight of your night because you get to listen to me talk to you. I would have done it in Jamaica but no one goes to that place to want to work, they go there to party and try not to get shot, so this is the best you will get. Still, it's me so it's already amazing.

A confident look crosses the young man's face.

J2H: It's been a rough few weeks for me, I've been stalked by some chick who I am no closer to finding, and had that freak actually get a lucky win over me, but it's amazing how hearing one little thing can kick you in the ass and make you see that there are bigger things to deal with and I heard that the second Simpson opened his big mouth and told me about who my next opponent is.

He tilts his head slightly to look down the webcam.

J2H: Simon Jones... As soon as I heard that, it hit me that now I'm taking on the stars of SCW, and not just there cause some painted face bitch like Brother Grimm has an unhealthy obsession with young men...

A look of disgust crosses his face.

J2H: Dude, seriously, seek help! But anyway, it made me see that finally, I get the chance to take on someone better, someone who has actually done something here, rather than someone that has done nothing. Do you know what this means?

He pauses for a second.

J2H: It means when I beat Simon Jones on Sunday, everyone will have no other choice but to push me higher, to get me in bigger matches, against better people, because not many have the long list of achievements Simon Jones does, and when I beat him, people are gonna be taking me more than seriously, people are gonna know that I am going to be the rising star here. Beating Simon Jones instantly puts me on the top level of SCW, it puts people like Sean Jackson and Drake Green on notice. This is where I deserve to be, so Simon, on Sunday, you're in a whole lot of trouble because it's time to take your spot in the upper half of the SCW rankings.

He his head away to look out of the plane window before looking back towards the screen.

J2H: This is just like being out in the wild Simon. In a pride of lions, when an elder, a senior member of the pride starts to not be very useful anymore, a young lion will step up to take his place to lead. That's me Simon, I'm ready to take your place and lead SCW when I want to and I'm not a patient man, I want to lead now and that means knocking you off that rock and taking your place. The second the guys in the office booked this one, they gave me a shot at opening their eyes and beating you will finally get me out of the shit matches and in to something good. My career will change for the better after Sunday, after the butch female referee, or the wimpy guy referee, or the guy referee no one cares about, or the he she living the lie referee slam his, her or its, hand down the canvas for the third time, that will be the beginning of a brand new era, it will be my time.

A cocky look crosses his face.

J2H: That's right, my time. You're the tip of the iceberg, because once I beat you, I will go through this rosters top stars like a bullet through a chest. Lord Raab, Sean Jackson, Despayre, Goth, Drake Green, all of them will be shaking in their boots. They'll be praying you get lucky and beat me Simon, just to keep me out of their paths, they will be hoping against all hope that you stop me progressing just to save their own worthless asses.

The roar of the engine catches J2H's attention, he turns to look out the window before looking back at the camera on the laptop.

J2H: And that's my cue to disappoint you all and say goodbye, but I will be in Jamaica real soon. Congratulations Simon Jones, you will be remembered as the man who fell first in my great rise to stardom.... That's real talk bitches!

J2H leans forward, clicking a button to stop the recording. He pushes down on the laptop, closing the lid as the scene fades.

Climax Control Archives / Got ya! Well... almost.

« on: September 11, 2015, 07:56:19 AM »

Montevideo, Uruguay is where our scene starts - the beach on the River Plate to be exact. The surrounding area, lit brightly in the midday sun, has a whole hosts of modern looking buildings ranging from hotels, to bars, coffee shops and even a museum. J2H is seen sitting outside a cafe, wearing combat shorts, and a white vest top. A thick gold chain rests gently around his neck and on his face, sunglasses shade his eyes from the brightness. On his head sits a baseball cap turned backwards. He surveys the scene, looking at the people on the beach, already comfortable on the golden sand. He watches the waves roll in, softly kissing the sand when Simpson moves next to him, grabbing the young man's attention. J2H looks up at the casually dressed man in black slacks and a white T-shirt. He places a drink in front of J2H, looking like a Coke or Pepsi, and one on the opposite side of the table. He moves around the table and pulls out a seat, sitting opposite J2H, and turning to admire the beach.

Simpson: Beautiful, isn't it sir?

J2H looks towards Simpson, wrapping his hand around his cool drink and pulling it closer.

J2H: It's definitely something. I mean who would have thought on the worst leg of this stupid tour, going through third world shit holes, we'd see something like this.

His head turns as he speaks, watching a bikini clad woman walking past him. He lowers his sunglasses and focuses his eyes on her rear.

J2H: I've seen worse.

He casually shrugs his shoulders and pushes his sunglasses back on to his eyes. Simpson turns his head to view what J2H has just seen, giving a nod in approval.

Simpson: Indeed sir.

J2H: It makes up for this stupid, pointless, boring, dull match they've put me in. I mean making me travel to South America, only to give me a match with a loser who can't even buy a win in SCW. I'm expected to give this guy some help to make him look good, if not, I look shitty. I think whoever books this shit, needs their head examined.

J2H reaches to his drink, lifting it to his lips and sipping from the glass.

Simpson: I think you underestimate Mr Acquin sir.

J2H: You do, huh? I underestimate a guy who could possibly be the worst wrestler on the roster. This one is gonna be so easy, I don't even have to turn up to win this match. The guy is awful.

Simpson: He's a former champion sir.

Simpson's words fall on deaf ears as J2H shakes his head slowly at Simpson's comment.

J2H: Please, have you seen some of the jokes that have been champions here? His last little run as a champion was with Steve fucking Ramone! They took two losers, threw them together and they got lucky to win the titles. This guy shouldn't even have a job in SCW and I don't know why I'm even wasting my time being over here to face this guy. Would have thought they'd have given me more of a challenge than this.

Simpson: If you say so sir, but I will warn you about complacency. Mr Acquin has been known to pull of a surprise win from time to time. You'd be foolish to just write him off so easily.

J2H turns to Simpson and lowers his sunglasses, looking at the bigger man and staring at him with lowered eyebrows, causing a serious look to cover his face..

J2H: Whatever drugs you've been taking, just stop, you're fucking embarrassing yourself by even thinking this guy might stand a slight chance against me. I'll tick to what I'm good at by beating these no named losers and you stick to what you're good at, carrying bags and calling me sir.

J2H breathes deeply, flicking the sunglasses up and above his eyes once more.

J2H: When it comes to this match, eyes closed, handcuffed, whatever. I got this one easily. This guy, absolutely meaningless to me.

J2H trails off as his eyes catch a woman in a pink bikini, tattoos cover her upper body, her dark hair shaved on one side, and other side of her hair pushed over, she turns around to look in the direction of J2H and Simpson. He eyes widens as he points.

J2H: Simpson! That's her, that's the woman who has been everywhere since Dubai!

Simpson looks closely at the woman, his eyes narrowed and focused.

Simpson: I believe it is sir. As it seems the young lady has been following you from country to country, would you like me to call authorities?

J2H: No, I'm gonna deal with this shit right here and now.

Simpson: How sir?

J2H: Watch me!

He quickly stands to his feet, knocking the table to the floor, spilling the drinks all over the place. J2H ignores the crash as he yells out.

J2H: HEY! YOU!

His yells cause people to turn and look at his angry face as he points towards the woman. The woman also turns to stare as he takes a step away from the fallen table and towards a small wall. The woman turns and starts to move away from him, moving down the beach but J2H quickly leaps the small wall, landing firmly on the sand. Simpson moves in the same direction of J2H but the woman moves at pace away from him. He starts to run, skimming over the light sand.

J2H: Stop!

Another yell causes people to turns and look, including the woman, but she continues to move away. J2H starts to pick up his speed, cutting down the distance before reaching out a hand to her, pulling her around on the sand. The woman gives up running and stops moving, breathing fast as she looks at J2H.

Woman: Hi.

J2H: Don't hi me!

An angry tone in J2H's sets the mood for the conversation. The woman looks taken back by his tone. He looks at her with narrow angry eyes.

J2H: Since Dubai, you've been fucking everywhere! Everywhere I've gone, every country I've been booked in, you've been there lurking around, watching me, watching everything I'm doing, who the fuck are you.

The woman looks silently at J2H.

J2H: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!

Woman: James...

J2H: Don't fucking call me James! Only people who know me can call me James! What are you? Some crazy stalking bitch?

He roughly grabs her by the shoulders, a hand on each.

J2H: Who are you?

Woman: I'm...

Before she can finish, two men pull J2H off of the woman, pulling him to the ground. Simpson, just catching up with the group reaches down, pulling them off and pushing them away. J2H gets to his feet, looking around for the woman but she is nowhere to be seen.

J2H: Son of a bitch!

He quickly looks down at one of the floored men, reaching down and putting a hand around his throat.

J2H: You fucking do-gooder prick! Do you know what you've just done?!?!?! That woman has been stalking me for months and you wanna play hero and saved the damsel in distress? Fucking idiot!

J2H picks up a handful of sand and throws it in the man's face.

J2H: Hope it blinds you, you dick!

Simpson pulls J2H to his feet and away from the man. J turns around, looking at the heavily breathing Simpson, looking him up and down.

J2H: You need to hit the gym more, you sound like an asthmatic rhino.

J2H looks around the beach, looking for the woman but she is nowhere to be seen. He lets out a soft growl under his breath.

J2H: I may never get answers! Ugh, let's go Simpson. I was starting to like this place, now it can go back and join the third world country list, populated by clowns.

J2H and Simpson walk away as the scene fades out.

*********

Later that night, an aerial view of the city is seen lit up brightly, as the lights from various buildings cut in to the darkness. The camera moves up the side of a high building and stops on a balcony, where a shirtless J2H sits looking in to the night sky and around the lit up buildings. The camera moves to his face and he stares deep into it.

J2H: I was gonna go out there tonight and sit and publicly tell the world, just what I think of Joshua Acquin, but after the shit day I've had, the people of this rat hole don't deserve me to even grace them with my presence. Bunch of backwards wanna be heroes, with nothing up here.

J2H points to the top of his head.

J2H: So all you little people that are watching me live, in the club I was meant to be in right now, to talk to you all there and in the flesh, all I can say is I don't give a fuck that I let you down, you're not worth my time.

J2H leans back in his chair and smirks at the camera.

J2H: Don't act too pissy though, because you all have something in common with a certain SCW star. He, like you, is not worth my time, but sadly, I have to be there against that poor excuse for a human. Yeah, Acquin, your ears must be burning cause I'm talking about you. What the hell was the staff thinking when it come down to booking this week? You haven't won since the days George Bush was in charge of the country. The last time you won a match, a black and white television was the hottest new toy.

J2H puts his palms out flat.

J2H: Ok, maybe not that long ago, but it feels like forever since you last won a match or done anything noteworthy here. Why the hell do the people in charge still continue to pay you when you truly can't be bothered anymore? Don't they see that this is a mismatch, because I'm not in your league.... I'm like ten leagues ahead of your worthless ass. I'm like a king and you're not even worthy of being my court jester. How the hell they think this is gonna be a competitive match is beyond me. I know I have been off my game lately, I've been distracted, but I'm not distracted anymore, because after the day I've had in this sorry excuse for a country, I'm gonna use that against you on Sunday.

He leans forward, putting his hands together and looking away from the camera.

J2H: It's your fucking fault I'm in this place, because you had to be employed here when all you give a shit about is taking the money and getting in to Amy Marshall's panties, a place where many has been before, and not about wrestling. It's your fault for wanting the money and Amy moaning that I'm sitting here in this country when I could have been somewhere better, facing a better opponent. I blame you for this mess we're in. Trust me, it's a mess because you have a way of dragging down your opponents because you don't care anymore. I won't let you drag me down, I won't let you pull me to your levels.

J2H looks at the camera.

J2H: I refuse to look at you like Ben Jordan did last week, kissing ass and praising you to the heavens, I'm gonna look at you for what you are. I don't know what Jordan was smoking, but it should be banned if it makes you that disillusioned, because for as long as I live, you will never be seen as a champion in my eyes. You will never be seen as anything more than a jobber, a man who shows up and takes a beating. Maybe you do it for sympathy or some shit but you're not a legitimate threat to me or anyone else. There's five year old kids that could stand there and beat on you. That is what you are, that is who you are, that is who you will always be, a loser that will always show up and do nothing people will remember, then disappear again.

He looks in to the air, a more thoughtful look on his face before he turns back to the camera.

J2H: Come on, tell me I'm wrong, tell me I have no clue what I'm talking about, tell me that everything I've said about you is grade A bullshit?

J2H puts up his hand.

J2H: Oh wait, you can't. You can't tell me that anything I've said is false, because you are a loser, you don't stand any chance in the ring with me, and it is a serious embarrassment to be in the ring with someone who won't even give me a slight challenge.

J2H stands up.

J2H: Fuck it, I'm done talking but I'm gonna promise you this Acquin. Come Sunday, I'm gonna break my own personal best on how quick I can beat someone. You're not lasting a minute with me. That's real talk bitch!

J2H turns away, exiting the balcony as the scene fades out.

Character Building Roleplays / Lots of luck... all bad

« on: July 19, 2015, 11:25:34 AM »

OOC: So this was for the match against Connor Murphy and was written 24 hours before the deadline, but I was too lazy to code it. After sleep, I forgot to post it, went out and well, you can guess the rest. Figured I didn't wanna waste it, so here it is.

Mid morning in Hong Kong, China, a beautiful city, is where we start. Streams of light bath the pavement and water as the scene looks out on Victoria Harbour, one of nine harbours in Hong Kong. Looking down on a row of yachts from a high wall is none other than J2H and Simpson. A puled look crosses Simpson's face as he gazes down on the shiny blue water. In his hands, he holds two large looking suitcases.

Simpson: I'm confused sir.

J2H, wearing three quarter length, beige pants and a white sleeveless shirt, looks up at Simpson through sunglasses covered eyes.

J2H: Understatement of the century. It's simple, when Christian Underwood told me I had to be in Hong Kong, that I was on the show, which obviously means more ratings, a thought hit me.

Simpson: Hopefully it didn't leave a bruise sir.

J2H lowers his sunglasses with his left hand, his right hand moving down his thick, gold rope chain hanging from his neck. Simpson's face instantly turns to regret.

Simpson: Sorry sir.

J2H: You're a laugh an hour, you know that? If I ever get tired of having you around, you'd make a fantastic comedian.

Simpson's face lights up with a smile.

Simpson: Really sir?

J2H: No.

The young man's bluntness wipes the smile from his bodyguard's face as quickly as it appeared.

J2H: Anyway, a thought hit me.

He quickly raises a finger to Simpson.

J2H: No jokes this time please, I don't think I'd be able to stop my sides from splitting.

A sarcastic tone rings through the air before switching back to normal as he continues.

J2H: The thought was why should I be stuck in some crummy little hotel, where members of the public would probably try and break in, in this crime haven, when I can just get one of those beautiful boats and stay away from the great unwashed, stinking masses? That is luxury and we have no chance of being run over by one of those midgets fools on bicycles pulling one of those big baskets behind it.

He looks back over the luxury yachts, long and shiny in the mid morning sun.

J2H: I wonder what one is ours, they all look so great.

A wide grin crosses J2H's face as he walks away from Simpson. He stops and turns back, looking at the bigger man.

J2H: Well.... hurry up!

His barking order snaps Simpson to life, turning him around to follow J2H.

Minutes later.

The camera shows a long, luxurious white yacht, two decks high as it stretches beyond the camera view. J2H off camera can be heard.

J2H: What the fuck is this?!?!

The camera turns around to see J2H and Simpson standing on a wooden jeti, looking at a much smaller boat, dwarfing in comparison to it's larger neighbor. Unlike it's neighbor, the shiny white has turned a shade or two darker. J2H looks at Simpson, a look of disgust on his face.

Simpson: Don't look at me sir, you arranged it. I'm sure it's just fine on the inside.

J2H's mouth opens wide, before slamming shut. He talks through gritted teeth.

J2H: Are you fucking joking, it's a damn mess, it will probably sink the second we step on to it.

Simpson: We won't know unless we try sir.

J2H points his arm out, pointing to the yacht and nodding his head firmly in the same direction.

J2H: After you then, big mouth.

An apprehensive look crosses Simpson's face as he looks unsure of his next move. He reaches to his side and picks up the two heavy looking suitcases and moves slowly towards it, walking along the jeti and putting the suitcases on the boat first. He looks back at J2H, who waves him on to take the first step. Simpson turns back to face the steps leading on to the boat, taking a deep breath, he walks on. He plants his right foot on, his eyes closed as he pauses for a second, before pulling his left leg over and plants it on to the tail end of the yacht. He lets out a sigh of relief as he turns around to face a sarcastically clapping J2H.

Simpson: Nothing to it sir.

A proud smile creeps over Simpson's face as J2H stops his sarcastic clapping.

J2H: Looks like someone up there heard your prayers, because your face came across as someone who was shitting themselves.

Simpson pulls on his white shirt collar as he looks at J2H, clearing his throat as he does. He waves J2H to step aboard and an equally apprehensive look crosses his face as he approaches it.

Simpson: It's perfectly safe sir.

He puts one foot on the wooden boards and pulls himself over, stepping on to the yacht. He nods his head confidently and walks beyond Simpson.

J2H: I knew it would be ok! I had a gut feeling it would be fine!

Simpson turns his head, rolling his eyes at J2H before turning back

Simpson: Very good sir. Would you like a drink? I can see if there's anything aboard here.

J2H nods his head.

J2H: There should be. I ordered it to be fully stocked. I paid extra for this piece of shit.

Simpson moves away from J2H, moving in front of a wooden door. He stops in front of it and looks at it.

Simpson: Sir, their appears to be a note pinned to the door.

J2H: Well, don't just stand there! Bring the fucking thing over to me!

Simpson pulls the note from the door and turns on his heels, moving quickly towards J2H. He holds the letter in front of J2H, who snatches it out of his hand.

J2H: Drink Simpson, drink!

Simpson: Right away sir.

Simpson moves away and J2H examines the letter, quickly noticing that the writing is written in purple crayon. He tilts his head up, looking at the sky, muttering under his breath and looking down at the note and reading out loud.

J2H: Dear James, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

He quickly shakes his head.

J2H: Did I really just say hiiiiiiiiiiii? Ugh!

He looks back down at the writing written in crayon.

J2H: A little teddy bear told me that you was going to be in Hong Kong and that you was going to get a shot at my title next week. I don't know how he knew but when I asked him, he wouldn't say. So we thought maybe in case there's a chance you might be a champion again, you should live like a champion, so Angel ~~hacked~~ thought you might be staying on a boat, so we thought you should get an upgrade, so he called the boat people and pretended he was you.... he does a great J2H impression when he shouts out SIIIIIIIIMPSON! And we thought staying on a boat called the Seven Seas sounded yucky, so we got you an upgrade to this boat.

J2H pauses and turns his head, looking at the much bigger yacht behind him, reading the nameplate. He grits his head as he reads it as the Seven Seas.

J2H: That damn bear!

He looks back down at the letter.

J2H: See you in Japan, enjoy the boat.... Despy and Angel.

J2H screws the note up, throwing it behind him and in to the water, a look of anger on his face. He grits his teeth.

J2H: I.... hate.... that.... fucking.... bear!

Simpson: What bear?

J2H jumps in the air as Simpson stands to the side of him.

J2H: That damn bear!

Simpson looks around, looking for a bear but shakes his head.

Simpson: I regret to inform you sir that there is nothing on board in the form of a drink.

Before J2H can get made, the sound of a huge shipping horn is heard in the background. He jumps around in complete shock and surprise as he sees a container ship, piled high with different colored shipping containers.

J2H: What the?

Simpson: I thought you knew sir

Simpson's comments causes J2H to stare intensely at him.

J2H: Knew what?

Simpson: This place doubles up as a commercial harbour sir. Right over there is a dockyard.

J2H spins around, to see where Simpson's arm is pointing to see a very busy dockyard on the other side of the water, full of tall cranes and people.

J2H: So basically, the bear has screwed me over and put me in this floating bath, there's nothing to drink on this thing and I'm right in a dockyard?

Simpson stays silent, but J2H's eyes start to wander at someone walking past the boat.

J2H: It's her Simpson!

Simpson: Who sir!

J2H points at the short dark haired tattooed woman on the dock walking past, she turns and waves towards J2H with a sweet smile.

J2H: The woman from Dubai, the one I met and kept seeing everywhere, it's her Simpson!

J2H moves towards the edge of the boat, jumping over and on to the wooden jeti. He raises his voice loudly.

J2H: Hey! Wait up!

The woman turns back to smile at J2H, but keeps on walking towards a crowd. He moves towards her but something distracts him in his pocket. He looks down and pulls out his phone to see a message on it.

J2H: Bad timing Christian!

J2H looks up but the woman has disappeared in to the crowd and from out of sight of the young man.

J2H: Fucking hell!

Simpson: Are you feeling ok sir?

J2H looks at his phone, clicking on the message before letting out a soft angry growl. He diverts his attention up towards Simpson.

J2H: No I'm not feeling ok Simpson! I'm on this shitty boat, dockyard there, no booze, the woman who I have seen everywhere for weeks was just right there and I couldn't get any answers on why she's everywhere I am, and to top it all off, I just read Christian's message. I've come all this way to Hong Kong, just to face this fucking joke of a wrestler called Connor Murphy! A guy not worth anyone's damn time!

J2H spins around, walking away from the boat before spinning back to Simpson.

J2H: I got so much luck today Simpson, and all of it's bad!

J2H turns around, storming away from Simpson as the scene fades out.

So the days activities have come and passed and J2H looks thoughtfully over Victoria Harbour, sitting at the far end of the yacht he was sitting on earlier, as well as a lot more calmer than earlier. The moonlight has now set in and the bright beams burn through the night sky, adding to the lights on the dark looking water, from the nearby towers. J2H, wearing three quarter length pants, and no shirt, looks down at the water, the light reflecting off of it and a calm look crosses his face.

J2H: You'd think the bosses would learn by now, don't you?

A roll of the shoulders causes J2H to lift his head up and look down the camera.

J2H: I put on an outstanding display against Tim Staggs and Johnny Tsunami, a display that not only out wrestled, but out smarted them. I had those people in Dubai eating out of my palms and yet, I'm repaid by giving me a match with another Nobody, the latest Nobody, the man who really is a Nobody, Connor Murphy.

He rolls his eyes.

J2H: This man is actually the meaning of the word nobody, the legit, one hundred percent meaning of nobody. Why I hear you ask, and you know I will tell it to you straight because it's the kinda guy I am. Connor Murphy has been an SCW star for a while, but can you think of one thing he's actually achieved in SCW? Like just one little thing?

He raises a finger for effect before waving it at the camera.

J2H: Anyone?

J2H pauses for a second, turning his ear as if someone is going to answer.

J2H: No? No one at all. Good, now you see exactly what I see. In all his time here, the man has done absolutely nothing noteworthy at all, he's done not a damn thing to be remembered, not a thing anyone can even think of. While I was winning the tag titles and a couple of roulette titles, what has Connor Murphy been actually doing other than losing matches? Seriously! The guy has done nothing worth knowing. He's more than an outsider, even when he somehow got offered a spot in those New Extreme jokes, he did nothing. He stood in the background along with Steve Ramone and did nothing while others took the spotlight, people like Spike Staggs took the spotlight. The only reason Connor was there was to make Spike look like he cared about new stars when it was all about him.

J2H nods convincingly.

J2H: This is what this guy is, a support character to make others look better. Joining these Nobodies prove the point further. Think about it, I know it's hard for you to think about anything other then alcohol and cigarettes Connor, but try your very, very hardest. Johnny Tsunami was in the Nobodies and did less than nothing, Kris Halc is probably crying on his mother's shoulder after losing the title, both of them was in the Nobodies for a reason, both of them are not anymore. So they bring in some silly little girl that talks on Twitter like she's Rage with tits and long hair, and they turn to you... Can't you see why?

A cocky smirk crosses J2H's face.

J2H: It's not cause that stellar win record of yours, is it?

The smirk continues to stay on his face as he continues.

J2H: It's just another case of history repeating itself. Have you worked it out yet Murph?

He flattens his hands out in front of him, looking at the camera.

J2H: Let me tell ya then... You're just a bitch again to another man called Staggs!

J2H taps the side of his head, in the classic "I'm smart" sign.

J2H: Let that sink in for a minute, because you've probably never worked it out before.

He leans back with a smirk on his face, letting some time pass before leaning back in towards the camera and pressing his hands together.

J2H: First you played background guy to daddy Staggs in his stable and now he's just passed you to juniors stable so you can be another Staggs background guy bitch! That's what it is, I mean come on, I know you're a bit slower than the rest of us, but how could you have not seen that? How could you have not seen that the Staggs have had you wrapped around their little finger for years. You'd have to be blind as well as incredibly stupid not to see that, because I did, I saw it. You are the guy who simply just makes up the numbers in groups, the guy that's never a breakout star because those damn Staggs boys just won't let ya. They want you to be the guy who gets your ass kicked, while they 'tactically retreat'. That's what you are, their own personal punch bag there to make up the numbers. While Staggs goes and wins, and you continue to lose, who looks like the heartbeat of the group? He's the one who claims the glory? It won't be you, because you'll be there to lose, making Staggs look better.

He places his palms on the side of his head in mock shock.

J2H: I can't believe you didn't see this before! Some groups go for strength, The Seven Deadly Sins, even the Rejects went for strength where every member was strong and could beat ninety percent of people, but that's not how a Staggs group works Connor. They bring in people like you to lose in the group so that they actually look better. Everyone remembers the winners, no one remembers the losers. That's why no one remembers you, or will remember you when these Nobodies fade out and you're back to standing there on your own. No one will know who you are once more.

He rests his elbows down on to his legs.

J2H: Someone had to tell you eventually Connor, it might as well be me, cause I'm the guy who starts to make another Staggs look good, just by kicking your ass. Tim will be shaking my hand after the match knowing his record would have just improved compared to yours.

J2H ducks his head slightly before raising it up and looking in to the camera.

J2H: You're what they call cannon fodder Connor, You get thrown to the wolves constantly and you will do here again, because unlike you, I got something to aim at here. Didn't you hear? As much as these bosses have made me face a loser like you, but this is a formality in their heads because I am getting a shot at Despayre's Internet championship...

He tilts his head to the side with a smile on his face.

J2H: What will you be doing next week while I'm walking out with Despayre's Internet championship?

He puts his hand on his chin, straightening his head and smiling.

J2H: Probably sitting in doors with an ice pack still on your head from this resounding beating I'm going to give you, or walking around backstage having Staggs push you in to more people to beat on your while he hides.

J2H stands up, pressing his hands together and looking down the camera.

J2H: Enjoy this beating Connor, because it's coming from a future champion. That's real talk bitch!

J2H turns to walk away as the camera starts to fade out.

Climax Control Archives / A vampire? Really?

« on: January 30, 2015, 03:01:00 PM »

"Did she really just say that?"

The words slowly fall out of the mouth of J2H, as we return to Glasgow, Scotland last week at The Grill on The Corner. J2H looks down at the now empty table, his eyes blinking rapidly as his mind works overtime.

J2H: Did she just ask me to...

Talking to no one, J2H reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a bank note and placing it on the table, his movements almost robotic as he stands up, moving towards the door and past other diners. Reaching the street, he looks out, looking in all directions for Melody, but the young blonde is nowhere to be seen.

J2H: She knows this isn't real, right?

He mumbles to himself.

J2H: Like she knows that this is just a big mistake we made while being drunk, and that she really doesn't HAVE to stick around and act like a wife, doesn't she?

J2H turns to his right and starts to walk down the street, his hands forced in to his pocket to protect them from the cold Scottish air, as he starts to walk down the road. He continues to talk to himself as he buries his face in to his jacket.

J2H: I mean this woman confuses me so much, it's like I'm always looking out for hidden messages in all she does, cause she's not always up front with me. I mean come on!

J2H walks past a couple, who stop and look at him, he lifts his head up slightly to see them.

J2H: Wasn't talking to you.

He continues to stroll along.

J2H: One minute she's stuck to Twitter flirting with every guy that's friendly to her, next she's trying to sit there and get me in to bed to perform her wife duties?

J2H shakes his head, continuing to walk.

J2H: Then expects an answer from me about something like that when she confuses the hell out of me. Maybe she's doing this on purpose, maybe she's trying to draw me out or trying to prove to the judge that this doesn't work...

J2H stops in his tracks, looking up as if a light bulb has appeared in cartoon fashion above his head.

J2H: Maybe she's intentionally flirting with these people to show the judge we can't work out and that she don't wanna be with me and get this thing over and done with when the time is up.

J2H smiles, as if he's just figured things out.

J2H: Maybe she's smarter than what people give her credit for... but then again...

He stops talking as the doubt and confusion starts to drift in to his mind and over his face.

J2H: Why would she offer what she just offered me? I know I'm hot and can take my pick of anyone in the world, I know I can click my fingers and have women come running at me, that's obvious, but...

He breathes in deeply, slowly shaking his head.

J2H: This woman confuses the fuck out of me. Will always confuse the fuck out of me. Gah! Just say what ya feel already!

He walks down the road with purpose, quickly passing people by as he moves, some turning to look back at him as he moves past them. He continues to ignore them as the scene fades out.

Belfast, Northern Ireland.

A week passsed by like a breeze, but nothing has changed in the mind of J2H. Still not given Melody an answer, still confused at the actions of the last week. J2H sits overlooking the city of Belfast from the top of Cavehill, a Basaltic Hill. The camera moves in to his face as he starts to speak.

J2H: Yeah, this promo is a piece of shit already before I even start it, because I have other things on my mind and I really couldn't give a fuck, but hell, it's better than the ten second piece of shit Gabriel Asar gave you last week.

Arrogance drips from the young man's face as he looks away from the camera and over the city.

J2H: Last week, Asar learned that Power Play will always do what the hell they want, including randomly beating the hell out of a nobody, and this week, I get to beat the hell out of a nobody in the form of... Sep... Seth...

J2H stops and disappointedly shakes his head.

J2H: Who comes up with a name that no one can prounouce? Idiot!

He turns back to look at the camera.

J2H: Du Lac, you've already have a little bit of steam behind you, getting to the final of the Roulette title, that should have stayed around my waist and in the possession of Power Play, but you just wasn't good enough to win it, you just wasn't good enough to get your hands on something that I have had not once, but twice. That already shows that I am better than you and will always be better than you. Plus I'm not as boring as you.

He fakes a yawn.

J2H: Another one of those boring, dark-ish kind of characters. It's been done to death before, hell, before you, there was a guy called Brother Grimm, now he was a scary bastard, but you, you're just a watered down version of him. In fact, you're not even that good. This could be the quickest victory of my career, this could be the easiest match I've ever had, the easiest match in SCW, even easier than beating Steve Ramone. You should be ashamed of yourself pretending to be a vampire. Too much Twilight and True Blood for you and that doesn't make you a good vampire or a good wrestler, it makes you another one of those wannabe nobodies that think a splash of face paint makes you something special, but it doesn't. There is nothing special about you, there never will be anything special about you.

He looks back towards the city.

J2H: There will never be anything note worthy of you in SCW, and you will become another victim of what Power Play can do. You will be the next one I destroy and put out of SCW. I don't fear you, I will never fear you. Anyone who does fear you need to look at themselves in the mirror, because they need a fast reality check. Monsters, warewolves, little things that hide in the closet and under the bed, and more than anything, especially vampires, do not, nor will the EVER exist.

He stands up, looking down at the city.

J2H: I don't fear you and I will beat you Du Lac. You will be the next to will knell before power!

Behind J2H, clapping is heard. he turns around to see his wife, Melody Grace standing applauding.

J2H: What are you doing up here?

Melody: Well I was walking round the city and I ended up here.

J2H points to the city behind him.

J2H: The city is down there.

Melody: I can see that, there's lots of buildings down there and everything.

She pokes her tongue out at her husband in a mocking way.

J2H: I'm actually glad you're here.

Melody's mouth opens wide.

Melody: Really?

J2H: Yeah, or I wouldn't have said it.

Melody: Why?

J2H: Because we need to talk...

Ok, let's not be rude here and let the young couple talk, shall we?

(TBC maybe...)

Climax Control Archives / From James Huntington-Hawkes III to J2H

« on: October 10, 2014, 10:28:09 AM »

You thought you knew me....

It's been a while since you saw the man known as James Huntington-Hawkes III. A long time, going back to almost a year to the day. In fact, Sunday will be one year to the day that you last saw James Huntington-Hawkes III. Do you remember him from exactly one year ago? A man regardless of what he achieved, picking up two out of three SCW titles, he was ridiculed by the fans as a whining baby who got lucky. No classic underdog story, just a man looked down on because of age and looks, which, when you look closely enough, was a story of mass bullying from the fans in James' own eyes, was he really that wrong?

Last week, Climax Control 95, James' returned to the ring, attacking Equinox, clearly a very changed person. Gone was the undefined body muscle mass, replaced with a more cut body, gone was the clear skin, replaced with a tattooed look, gone was the boyish looks, replace with a more rugged style. Our boy had truly become a man over the last year. So much can happen in a year, want proof? Look at your life one year ago and tell me that it hasn't changed dramatically. I bet you can't even pin point what made it change so much, but James can, and you will hear the story over the coming weeks. Your saw one attack from new James, but let's see if he's really changed.

Remember that poor little bratty kid who completely sucked at straight up promos... let's see if he still does.

SCW PRE-SHOW - Fort Benning, Georgia.

A small training field next to the fort, usually reserved for maneuvers is a very different place tonight, as like all shows on the tour, Friday night becomes about fan interaction with the members of the military and their family. Most companies turn up, put on their show and move on, but not SCW. If you're in the area, then you go to these things, it's all in that small print of your contract. The fans are the people that put bread on your table, right? So you have to go put a little bit of joy back in to their lives.

People swarm the small field, many in military uniform, as loud music pulsates across the grassy area. A huge tent in set up in the middle of the field, clearly for fans to meet their favorite stars, as well as shelter from the October winds, should the need arise. The camera moves in closer to a second tent, where a sign hangs above the opening with the words "Refreshments" printed in big, bold, black letters. A wrestling ring is set up outside both tents, slightly away from them, where no doubt, exhibition matches will entertain the crowd, a cover and small lighting rig sit high above the ring, protecting it from the possibility of rain. Amongst the crowd, superstars are seen posing for pictures, signing autographs and shaking hands. An engine roars in the background, loud and full, cutting across the evening air and an inaudible song starts to play in the direction of the engine sound. As the engine get closer, the song is heard to be "Power" by Kanye West. The crowd turns towards the sound as the song gets louder and a US Army Jeep is seen speeding through towards the ring, shooting past bystanders. The camera moves in as the jeep slows down to show Mr J N Ringo, James Nathaniel Ringo, formerly known as Jimmy Ringo, behind the steering wheel, standing behind him with his hand in the air is none other than James Huntington-Hawkes III.... now known simply as J2H. J2H is wearing camouflage combat pants, a white tank top, showing off his newly formed upper body definition, and dog tags around his neck. Ringo stops the jeep outside the ring as crowds start to gather around the six sided battleground. Ringo hits a switch in the front of the jeep, ending the music as J2H climbs past him in the passenger seat and over on to the hood of the car. J2H steps over on to the ring and through the ropes as Ringo exits the car and pulls himself up on to the ropes. Boos are heard coming from the military personnel as J2H is seen a little closer, showing he has a microphone earpiece attached to his ear, with the thin microphone resting along the side of his face. He moves to the center of the ring, pressing a small button on the side of the headpiece and starts to speak to the crowd.

J2H: My name is J2H, this is Mr James Nathaniel Ringo. When we're around, you shut up and listen closely.

J2H points to Ringo with a thumb over his shoulder, not looking at his friend.

J2H: Now, Mr Ringo would like to speak to you all and tell you how worthless you all are, but he decided you are beyond worthless and don't deserve to listen to his words.

Ringo nods in agreement with J2H, his head slowly moving up and down as an arrogant smirk crosses his face.

J2H: But because I made this awesome impact last week, I think it's time you all shut up and listened to the man who is going to change the face of Sin City Wrestling.

J2H paces up and down the ring, looking out at the individual faces in the crowd in front of him.

J2H: Yeah, I'd be miserable like you lot if I had to wear these stupid clothes to go to work in too.

J2H grabs the leg of the camouflage combat pants, just to prove his point.

J2H: Now I know since I put this face back on camera last week, the questions have been flying around more than you lazy people have been moving. Oh why did James attack Equinox? Oh where has James been for a year? Why is James back? Let's get things clear. Number one.

J2H holds up a finger on a free hand, pointing it towards the crowd.

J2H: My name is no longer James, it's J2H, you will address me by that and only that. Number two...

A second finger from J2H's free hand goes up.

J2H: Where I was or what I did, is none of your damn business. I will tell you when I'm ready to tell you and not a minute sooner. Clear? And three.

A third finger cuts through the night air.

J2H: Why did I come back? It should be obvious even to you clowns who have no discernable skills other than to run and shoot at the same time.

Cheap heat brings the boos from the military crowd as J2H mocks their profession.

J2H: It's easy, we are here to save you from meritocracy, the embarrassment of what you've put up with over the last year. Have you seen this lame roster lately? You have a champion in the form of Drake Green that sticks his dick in anything with a pair of tits, a Roulette champ in Equinox, who thinks it's Halloween every day of the year, you have tag champs, who one still hasn't evolved past childhood stages and the other who hasn't evolved past caveman stages! Look at the supporting cast these people have too! Sean Jackson, all hype and no end product, Steve Ramone who looks like an extra out of the Bill and Ted movies! Rage, who clearly had someone shave his ass and super glued it to his head. Gabriel, who believes in so much conspiracy, he's forgot about reality, Jon Dough, who hides behind a mask because he's too damn ugly to take it off and these new guys! Don't get me started on those, an old German fighting with himself, and a man who you wouldn't trust to look after your pets while you're on vacation! It's not just the male roster, look at the Bombshell one too!

J2H takes a deep breath, looking at Ringo, who nod encouragement at the younger man.

J2H: You have Misty, who wouldn't know what a tan was if it slapped her in the face yelling 'Hi! I'm a tan!', A superhero who couldn't take a title away from a bunch of Mean Girls with one hashtag between them, thus saving the whole women's division. One of those Mean Girls even has a dodgy French accent, but don't be fooled, she was probably born in Wyoming or something. You have a mob boss in Joanne Canelli, who can barely hit a finisher on someone let alone put a hit on someone, a mummy lady in Necra that let's more souls go than she actually controls. You have Amy Marshall, who has had so many of the SCW roster up her, you could probably send a marching band up her and they wouldn't even touch the sides. Jessie Salco, who has the worst taste in music known to man, a freakin' nurse! A nurse wrestling!

J2H shakes his head in disappointment.

J2H: These are the people you call your heroes, these are the people you pay to watch. This forgetting about those idiots that show up for two weeks, and can't hang out here so they go crying all the way home, never to be seen again.

Another shake of the head from J2H further shows his disappointment.

J2H: We're here to save you from this shit that you're forced to watch all the time. Look at the old days, Jordan Williams, Nick Jones, Tom Dudely, these old geezers could wrestle and keep you interested. When Casey Williams and Kain were beating the hell out of everyone, they made things interesting, but the people on your screen these days are killing everything people before them created and you are letting them by accepting their meritocracy and complacently! You're to blame!

The people watching boo J2H, but J2H just paces up and down the ring.

J2H: We're back to save you from that, to give you some real talent in the ring. SCW turns three years old, but without us, it won't make it to three and a half because these people you have in front of you have got lazy, they just don't care anymore. They turn up, they take their money and they go and fuck someone else on the roster. We returned to save you from those, we returned to make things interesting instead of the baby drama soap opera that Gabriel, Odette, Spike and Vixen are about to create. Oh yes, they will do that. They're probably planning a feud already before they've even popped out. Staggs Vs Stevens, who will win in 20 years time... We are saving you from that! You ungrateful people should be rejoicing in the fact, that we're saving you from watching Days Of Our Lives with chairs!

J2H walks over to the ropes and puts a foot on the middle rope, elevating himself higher than the ring canvas. An arrogant look crosses his face as he looks around at the different faces.

J2H: So why Equinox, what made him target number one. You Equinox, you have destroyed something that was once so precious to me. You have taken it and ruined the legacy of it! You ruined my damn Roulette title Equinox! Everyone looks at you as a champion that has done well, well I call bullshit Equinox, I'm calling it now, I'm calling it because it is bullshit. When I was champion, I defended it over and over and even in non title matches, I still won! In tag matches, I still won! You only ever win when the title is on the line! You're a joke! You are making a title I gave credibility to, look stupid! You! You!

Ringo steps forward, putting his hand on J2H's shoulder, causing him to snap his head around to Ringo, looking at him as he listens to soft spoken words coming from Ringo's lips. J2H nods his head, the words stopping him from turning in to the J2H of old. J2H steps off the ropes and in to the middle of the ring.

J2H: You're right J N, focus.

J2H takes a deep breath away holding his hand over the microphone, before lifting removing it once more and continues to talk.

J2H: I built something special with that title belt Equinox, I overcome huge odds to hold on to that title when no one gave me a chance and you think it's cool to just show up and put on a show when you want? This is not how it works, it works by giving people a real champion, but you're a fraud, a phony, a loser with a capital L, yet you walk around trying to be the face of that division. Well that stops soon, because I will do everything in my power to make sure you lose that title to someone else, and I don't care who. You are undoing all the work I did with that title, you're making it look as stupid as your face paint! You drew the target on yourself because you're the worst champion ever! In the history of champions everywhere, you're like the worst there's ever been.

A serious look passes on the twenty year olds face.

J2H: There's been a lot of people who can wear that crown but it's you that wears it Equinox because you're a loser and that title deserves to be with someone better, anyone better. Every day you wear that title, you rip apart any hope of that title being serious again. Even these gun toting, too dumb to get a real job people know that.

The military men and women instantly respond with boos towards J2H, but he rolls his eyes.

J2H: Like I didn't expect that reaction. You people hated me when I was the underdog, because you knew how special I was, now I'm dripping with bitches, and making bitches drip, I don't expect anything less from a bunch of people programmed to hurt another man's family.

More boos echo at J2H as he turns to Ringo. Ringo nods his assurance to J2H and he continues.

J2H: People like Equinox should not be involved in SCW or anywhere else. He is poison to a company, he loses matches he don't see as important, this is the crap you're paying for people, this is the crap you're accepting as gospel. You should all be embarrassed to be you for supporting worthless people like him. This is what our power...

J2H points to Ringo, standing cross armed near J2H.

J2H: Will save you from. If you think Equinox is the only one we'll be targeting, you can think again because no one in SCW is safe. No one can out run any target we choose to go after and Equinox will be the first example of exactly what we can do. He will be the first to see up close and personal what this new and improve me can do.

J2H casually runs his finger across his head, wiping a bead a sweat from his forehead.

J2H: I didn't change because it had to be done, I evolved because that's what real stars do. They evolve, they get better. On Sunday, we shall be reborn. There will be no more mention of Jimmy Ringo or James Huntington-Hawkes III, there will only be Mr James Nathaniel Ringo, and J2H. When I'm done with you Equinox, you won't forget my name and neither will anyone else in SCW, the wrestling world, heaven or earth, because we're bringing the power, and you, you face painted freak, you won't be able to handle what we bring.

J2H moves over to the top rope, leaning an elbow across it.

J2H: That's real talk bitches, deal with it!

J2H smirks towards the booing crowd and turns back to Ringo, as the scene fades.

Party like a rockstar...

Well, I think we can safely sit here and say James... ahem, J2H's promo skill have vastly improved since you've last seen him. More of an edge, more of a point, not just random babbling thoughts from a teenage mind. Did that answer the question of what changed him? Not in the slightest, nor does it answer where he got those promo skills from. I'm sure he'll answer those questions himself at some point, but now it's time to look past that and catch up with what J2H is doing right about now.

11.58pm Friday night.

The thumping beat of heavy music blasts through the dimly lit building that the scene starts in. Green neon lazer lights cut through the darkness, instantly giving the distinction of a nightclub of some sorts. The thumping baseline to Ed Sheeran's "Sing" plays in the main room as the camera cuts towards it, showing off more green lazer lights switching through the room where party goers dance their night, and their stresses away. A foursome of women down clear shots at a bar before letting out a high pitched screeching sound in celebration, a common thing around the world for women who seem to think that they are the only one to have ever partaken in such a task. The camera turns to the dance floor, showing a couple getting hot and heavy towards each other, hands moving up and down each others sweat ridden bodies. The camera moves to a more secluded area of the club, a more quieter area to the left hand side of the room. A red velvet rope covers the door opening and a huge looking bouncer, complete with black suit and earpiece stands to one side. The camera moves past the man and in to the room where scantily clad waitresses, dressed in shorts and very tight shirts move drinks to table, surrounded with sofa's. The camera spies familiar faces at the end, in the form of J2H, Mr James Nathaniel Ringo, and handing behind J2H, tall and rigid, we see Simpson.

You remember Simpson, right? The only man stupid, or loyal enough to stand next to J2H from birthday, he is to J2H, what Alfred is to Bruce Wayne, except not English, and a whole lot bigger.

The huge bald man, known as Simpson, J2H's bodyguard, plus man servant stands tall, his chest barreled out and hands held together, left on top of right as he stands behind J2H. The camera moves closer to the trio, moving past other patrons who sit at their private tables around the room, deep in conversation. The camera stops next to the three, looking down at the table to show a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket in the middle of the table, with two half filled glasses, plus an orange juice near J2H. J2H reaches down and picks up the closest champagne flute and raises it to his lips, taking a sip before placing it back down, and looking across the table at Ringo.

Ringo: How did you know about this...

Ringo looks around the private VIP section, his eyebrows lowered.

Ringo: I wanna call it a shit hole but that's being too kind to this third rate place.

J2H smiles back at Ringo, as Ringo reaches down to the glass in front of him.

Ringo: Guys like us deserve better than whatever the hell this place is trying to be.

J2H: I found it a while ago. I spent some time here in Georgia, and well, this place was the only place to see how cool J2H is. This place was the only place that saw it needed a guy like me to lift it's image up higher.

Ringo: Only place that would let you in, eh?

J2H rolls his shoulders back, tilting his head to the right as he looks back across at the smirking Ringo.

J2H: Not the only place, but the only place worth going to.

Ringo raises his glass to his lips, sipping the cold champagne.

Ringo: I doubt that man, I mean look at this place, there's only two celebrities in the place and they're both sitting at this table.

From behind J2H, Simpson clears his throat, causing the two men to turn around, James looks up at the big man.

J2H: No Simpson, you are not a celebrity, I'm a celebrity, J N is a celebrity, you or not a celebrity. People only know your name because they see you riding my coat tails all the time.

Simpson: No sir, I was just wondering if.

Simpson points down to the glass of orange juice next to J2H with a sympathetic look across his face. J2H waves his hand around, before pointing to the glass. Simpson nods his head and moves his beefy hand to the glass, picking it up and taking a gulp. He places the glass back down on to the table.

Simpson: Thank you sir, most refreshing.

J2H rolls his eyes as he looks away from Simpson.

J2H: Yeah, yeah, whatever Simpson.

Ringo: Yo man, maybe you should be getting on your phone about now and checking out to see if that punk Equinox has a promo airing now. The deadline has like just passed, should hear what the condemned man has to say.

J2H squeezes his lips together, pressing them tightly together as he shakes his head firmly.

J2H: What's the point? That bitch is always late with his promo work, I'll check back in like three hours and he might have it already sent in.

Simpson: If I can interject sir, Mr Equinox may already have a promo airing. It has been some time since we checked the SCW site.

J2H snaps his head around at Simpson, looking up at him through narrowed eyes and his jaw tightly clenched. He speaks through gritted teeth.

J2H: No one asked you Simpson! Did you ask him J N?

J2H turns to Ringo who throws his hands up in the air, feigning innocence. J2H turns back to Simpson, still with a stern look on his face.

J2H: See, no one asked you Simpson, but if you're so interested in knowing what that loser has to say, then if that five year old phone, that you have in your pocket has any kind of Internet on, go on it and check for yourself, because it doesn't matter what that freak has to say, it's not gonna stop me from kicking the paint right off his face!

Simpson: I will check out of the interest of yourself sir.

J2H: Oh believe me Simpson, I have no interest in this guy, but you check anyway, we'll call this your break.

Simpson reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a mobile device and turning away from J2H and Ringo and looking down as he hits a button to light up the screen on the old looking phone. J2H turns back to Ringo, before the conversation can continue, a waitress moves next to them, her long dark hair running loosely over her shoulders and on to the front of her body, resting freely on her ample chest. She looks at Ringo first.

Waitress: I hope you're having a pleasant time gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you.

Ringo: That's a loaded question if ever I heard it, but you can bring us another bottle of this.

Ringo points towards the champagne bottle, still resting in the watery ice bucket.

Ringo: And bring two more glass, we're expecting a couple of business associates to be here very shortly.

The waitress nods and attempts to walk past but J2H put his hand up, stopping her dead in her tracks.

J2H: Where do you think you're going?

The waitress stutters with her reply, clearly taken off guard.

Waitress: I'm sorry, ummm, is there anything I can do for you?

J2H: Yeah, first, you can move your hair out of the way, it's covering up something that you've obviously paid serious money for. If you pay for them, you should let the world see them. Secondly, your phone number would be good because I can think of lots of things we can do, and none of them clean.

The waitress blinks her eyes, not dignifying J2H with a response as she walks past. Ringo covers his mouth, holding in a laugh, but J2H just leans back on the sofa, his arms spread across the top. Ringo tries to straighten his face and looks across at the younger man.

Ringo: I think that's called striking out my friend.

J2H confidently shakes his head before turning his face away from Ringo, a smile across his face.

J2H: You'd think that, huh?

Ringo nods confidently back, reaching in to the top pocket of his shirt and pulling out a pile of notes, folded together by a gold money clip.

Ringo: Five hundred says you just struck out.

J2H turns back to Ringo as he pulls out a five hundred dollar bill from the money clip and placing it on the table. J2H reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a five hundred dollar bill, leaning it forward and placing it on the table next to Ringo's note.

J2H: You don't expect to come to a club and walk out with a profit, but I'm gonna tonight.

Ringo: Yeah, yeah, keep talking little man, that note will be joining the rest of mine very soon.

As the two men exchange confident looks, a random man, about six foot two, stumbles towards the two, clearly under the influence of alcohol. The man stumbles in to the table, causing Ringo and J2H to look up.

Ringo: Whoa! Easy man!

J2H: Watch where ya going idiot!

With both J2H and Ringo instantly on guard, the man talks to them in loud, slurring words.

Man: I know you two.... two... shorry excuses of humans! I whas at the show earlier and yoush two shuch so bad.

Ringo puts his arm on the side of the sofa, ready to stand up, but J2H puts a hand up to Ringo, stopping Ringo from standing to confront the inebriated man.

J2H: You have two choices drunky, you can walk away now or get thrown away now.

The man reaches down to J2H, grabbing his hand.

J2H: That's a mistake.

Man: Whosh gonna make me?

J2H: Him.

J2H points his free hand behind him, jetting his thumb in the direction of Simpson, who has moved directly behind J2H with a very angry look on his face. J2H calmly speaks.

J2H: Simpson. This idiot has just puts his dirty little hands on me.

Simpson: No need to say another word sir.

An unusual angry tone rolls from the mouth of Simpson as he reaches towards the man, putting both hands on the man shirt and lifts him with one quick movement and throws the man behind him. A loud sickening thump is heard.

Ringo: I guess you wasn't the only one to learn a trick or two in the last year.

J2H smiles and shakes his head.

J2H: Simpson did learn something in the last year.

Another off camera thump is heard as Ringo, who is facing the action, winces in mock pain.

Ringo: That one had to hurt.

Seconds later, Simpson returns to the side of J2H and Ringo, dusting his hands off. The camera turns slightly to see the man being carried away by bouncers.

Simpson: I'm sorry you had to see that gentlemen.

Ringo: That was impressive stuff.

J2H: He touched me Simpson so...

Simpson: Of course sir.

Simpson reaches in to his jacket pocket, pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer. J2H puts his hand out and Simpson sprays the clear gel on to his hands. J2H viciously rubs his hands together, letting the gel sink in. Ringo leans back in to his chair and looks at J2H.

Ringo: Really... with the hands thing....

Ringo holds his hands up to prove a point.

J2H: Of course. How do I know he didn't just come back from the bathroom and pissed all over his hands? I don't want his piss on my hands because he is too lazy to take less than a minute to use basic human hygiene measures.

Ringo shakes his head as J2H looks serious. Before more words can be exchanged, the waitress from earlier returns with a fresh ice bucket with champagne in and two extra glasses, balancing evenly on a tray. She looks at J2H as she walks past, placing the tray on the table for balance, and removing the glasses one by one. Ringo grabs the bucket with both hands lifting it off and placing it on the table, and giving the dark haired beauty a wink. She stands up and looks at J2H, walking past him, causing Ringo to smile. He reaches over to the two five hundred dollar bills, but J2H put a finger up. Ringo rolls his eyes at J2H.

Ringo: What now?

J2H: Wait for it...

The waitress returns to the tab, her hair visibly removed from her chest now. She reaches down, placing a folded piece of paper in to J2H's hand. She turns and walks away as J2H unfolds the paper and turns if to Ringo, showing a phone number.

Ringo: Mother fucker!

A smug look crosses J2H's face as he reaches across the table and picks up the bank notes, holding them up and looking at them.

J2H: This is what power does, it attracts them all, leaving us dripping with bitches.

Ringo: Yeah, yeah.

J2H: Now, how to spend this...

Ringo clears his through, pointing behind J2H. Both he and Simpson follow Ringo's finger, looking in the direction it's pointing.

J2H: Ah, they're here, must have shared a taxi or something.

The camera turns around but fades out before we can see J2H and Ringo's companions for the night.

So SCW, you've seen just who this young man has matured in to. This does leave more questions than answers if you watched closely. You won't see the answers but who knows, maybe next time, you just might. Until then SCW...

Climax Control Archives / Another freakin' "King"?

« on: September 09, 2013, 11:36:56 AM »

A quick exit from St Thomas was needed for James after the latest Climax Control. It's wasn't young James' best night. First the news that All-Pro Championship Wrestling's roster was merging with SCW's after owner J.J Dixon lost the company playing poker of all things, seeing all the stars of ACW one by one inking deals with SCW, a chance meeting with not one ACW star in Trauma, but with now next weeks opponent, Cyrus King, but the announcement from Christian Underwood that at the next SCW Supercard, James and Giani would have to defend the SCW Tag Team Championship against two of the most successful tag team wrestlers in previous years, Sinful Obsession.

James looks over the ocean from the beach of the next shows location, the Cane Golden Bay in Tortola, leg number three on SCW's Carribean tour. His eyes dart over the water as people swim in the crisp blue ocean. James, just wearing blue swimming shorts looks around, his eyes narrowed and breathing short. Simpson approaches his from his right, strangely wearing long black shorts and a white tank top. James' tilts his head, looking at the larger man, before turning his head away.

JHHIII: Why do I even bother with this place Simpson? What's the damn point?

Simpson: It's an Island paradise sir, full of wonderful things to do.

James looks up at Simpson, his eyes more narrowed than before.

JHHIII: I don't mean this place Simpson, I mean stupid Sin,, stupid City, stupid Wrestling! I sit here and bust my balls for this stupid, two cent flea ridden company and how do they bother to repay a superstar like me? That bring in all these half life idiots from ACW to try and take my spot, and not only that, the most stupidiest one of them all, tries to trick me in to a street fight!

James looks serious, the irony of his comment about being tricked by the stupidiest member of the ACW roster, not completely hitting home. Come on James, if the stupidiest one tricked you, what does that say for you?

Simpson: I think that Cyrus King was doing what any wrestler would like to do and try hard to hit the ground running. He saw you as the target cause of your highly rated ranking in SCW.

Good old Simpson, always knows the right things to say.

JHHIII: Really?

James' face brightens up, looking at the bigger man with a much wider smile.

JHHIII: You're right Simpson! He had to come in and target me, because he knew if he could beat me, he could get a step up on the ladder, but he's not gonna beat me, is he?

Simpson: No sir.

JHHIII: So he's just gonna look so stupid! He's gonna look like he's come over here acting like the big tough, military man and will get his butt well and truly beaten in this street fight. I'm not gonna look stupid. I think this shows what kind of man this loser is. I mean he's twice my size and picking on me. Out of all the people on the roster, he decides he wants to pick on me, being a foot taller and twice my weight or something like that. Big tough solider boy and he wants to pick on the smallest guy on the roster cause I'm the best guy on the roster.

Simpson: It would appear that way sir.

James and Simpson start to walk along the beach, the soft white sound crunching beneath their feet as they take step after step.

JHHIII: I mean he turns up looking like a member of the great unwashed and challenges me, like he knows me.

Simpson: Tricked you in to it sir.

JHHIII: Yeah! Tricked me! Wasn't even man enough to challenge me, he just pulled the same card crap that Hot Stuff Mark Ward did a little while ago. Talk about uncreative and idea stealing because he's too stupid to come up with his own stuff. He basically tricked me in to the ring the way someone else did not long ago. What a loser.

Ever heard of the saying "Once bitten, twice shy"? Sadly James hasn't. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have fell for the same trick twice.... third time lucky hopefully.

Simpson: Just see this as a warm up to your match with Sinful Obsession sir.

James slowly shakes his head.

JHHIII: These two have done nothing for a long time. Gabriel must feel so wanted right now. Last supercard, he was going for the top title, and now he's been forgotten in that division and sent back to the tag team division. Last supercard, Despayre and his daddy took on two jobbers, so I guess this is a step up to them, but one match at a time Simpson, let's focus on this overgrown ape man who is trying to make a name off my reputation. The loser cuts his promos from hotel rooms like others do here, so lame!

Simpson: It does seem like a popular setting with the young couples of SCW sir.

James scoffs as a little smirk crosses his face

JHHIII: Yeah, whatever you say Simpson, but still lame. Lame like those people who vacation in tents, lame like people who only stay at four star hotels and not five star like good people. This guy is lame from top to bottom. Former military, like we haven't seen that before. Probably been to prison by his scruffy looks.

James stops talking for a second, scratching his head

JHHIII: No wait, he couldn't have been, cause every movie I've ever seen, in prison, they're meant to go for the biggest guy around, not the smallest. This guy is a six foot eight, two hundred and eighty pound sack of crap. Why was he even hired, he'd that stupid, he probably can't even spell his name right!

James continues to walk side by side with Simpson, stepping on a sandcastle as he walks by. He looks down at the upset child, his masterpiece destroyed. James shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk on by.

JHHIII: Might as well call this guy Mr Generic Simpson, because that's all he is. Same old character with a different name. Same old big man gimmick. At least the funny looking guy in the cage had something different about him but this guy, just another big man, with a background that's been done a gazillion times before, trying to be all Mr Tough, flaunting off some woman to try and make himself look cool. It's been done Simpson. I've beaten better than someone who claims to be something special when he did nothing to prove it.

Simpson: If you say so sir.

JHHIII: I do, I say so and will say so again and again Simpson..... Oh crap.

Simpson: What is it sir?

James shades his eyes, looking in the distance at a camera crew on the beach.

JHHIII: It's that same guy from the cruise ship who made me do that interview on the deck. I hate those things Simpson.

Simpson: Unfortunately sir, everyone has to do one to build their matches for upcoming shows, as it gets aired on SCW Television spots through the week.

James looks at Simpson, his eyebrows arched low.

JHHIII: I'm not stupid Simpson, I know that, I know I have to do this damn thing, but I hate that camera crew. They give me funny looks when I talk, they put me off Simpson. Let's just go back the way we came and avoid these idiots.

Simpson: Too late sir.

The director slash producers waves towards James, instructing his crew to move towards James.

JHHIII: Go away!

James raises his voice but the crew gets closer, before stopping in front of him.

JHHIII: I don't want to do another interview with you. You guys suck worse than my opponent.

Simpson lowers his voice.

Simpson: Sir, if you get this out of the way, you can enjoy the rest of your time here without being hindered by interviewers.

James huffs, stomping his right foot at the same time.

JHHIII: Fine!

James straightens his hair with his fingers, casually moving through the sides as the camera crew sets up. The director holds up three fingers, dropping it to two, then one, to count James in. James clears his throat.

JHHIII: I'm sure you're all wondering where my SCW Tag title is right now. It's all under lock and key and safety, because you never know what pirates are lurking around the corner to steal them, so I decided I'm keeping it from these.... people.... to stop them from trying to put their grubby hands all over my gold.

James looks around, looking at a crowd gathering to watch.

JHHIII: These are the kind of people I mean, the kind of people that would cheer on my stupid opponent, Cyrus King, the loser from All-Pro Crappy Wrestling. It's people like him, why ACW closed down. Cause this loser couldn't draw if you gave him a pen and a piece of paper, or a stick and some sand. He sucks, he's awful, he's like the worst wrestler ever to step in the ring and more than anything, he's just a big bully!

The director puts his hand on his head, knowing this isn't coming across too well.

JHHIII: See what I mean Simpson? These people, him!

James points at the director

JHHIII: Always trying to put me off!

Simpson looks at the director, flashing him a sympathetic look.

JHHIII: It doesn't matter what you think, Cyrus King is another bully, trying to pick on me cause I'm smaller then him. Well screw you Cyrus King you boring man. Everything about you stinks of being boring. I'm bored of all these kings. King of this, king of that, boring old bow to the king. It's junk, it's trash, it's unoriginal and that's exactly what you are. You're a copycat of so many other people, everything about you stinks copycat. The way you bullied me in to this match with a stupid card, copycat move, your little promo, copycat of other stuff I've seen. The military big man, copycat. The boring King thing, copycat. Is there anything about you that's original and hasn't been done before? You are just a copy of so many others, others that I have defeated. I've defeated the damn heavyweight champion before and you think you're something special cause you've got a piece of tin from a place no one has ever heard of? Well big deal! I'm still better than you!

The camera crew look around each other.

JHHIII: What? Your opinion doesn't even matter, mine does, because I am a two title champion! I have won two titles here and this dude thinks he's special cause he has a title somewhere else. That title is as worthless as his two dollar haircut. He might have got his own way getting this to be a street fight but he's gonna regret that, cause I'm tougher than I look, I'm better than Mr Copycat is. I'm gonna prove it and move on to take care of Sinful Obsession.

James nods confidently at the camera.

JHHIII: Any of you idiots think Giani has been carrying me, are in for a bit of a shock on this beach on Sunday cause I'm gonna bury Cyrus' career in SCW, before it's even begun. Buried in the sand where no one will ever find it again. I'm gonna make people forget your name quicker than they remembered it. You're going down Cyrus and I know it, you know it. You're gonna wish you never wrote out that stupid card, and you spelled street wrong, you freaking idiot. I just covered you so I didn't sound as stupid as you look.

The camera crew shake their heads in disappointment as James continues to use tired lines. James looks at them all, one by one his head moves around.

JHHIII: You know what? Screw you all, you're not here for me, I'm here for you! Come on Simpson, let's go before I have to bury these clueless people's careers in the sand.

A collective grown comes from the group as James turns away, huffing and puffing as he storms off, the sand crunching beneath his feet as the scene fades out to black.

Climax Control Archives / I'm not scared of the Boogyman! Ok, just a little

« on: June 05, 2013, 05:08:06 PM »

We join James Huntington-Hawkes III inside the bar of his own home. If you don't what bar, you need to go back a little in James' promos to see. James sits at a barstool, looking at the bar. A little angry look crosses his face as Simpson comes in view.

Simpson: It will be fine sir.

JHHIII: It's the freakin' Bogeyman!

Simpson: Sir, I told you many years ago, that the bogeyman does not exist. It's a figment of peoples imagination and legends.

JHHIII: He's in SCW!

Simpson: Gimmick sir.

JHHIII: Nu uh Simpson! He's like me, he's not a gimmick, he really believes in this stuff. People have told me they've seen him skulking off and being all mysterious and stuff.

Simpson sighs at young James, looking at James serious face.

JHHIII: He's probably under someone's bed right now, ready to pop out and scare them or something.

James' face changes to horror.

JHHIII: He could be under my bed! Simpson, give me a beer and quick!

Simpson looks strangely at James but turns around, obeying the young man by reaching in to a nearby fridge, taking a bottle of beer. Simpson turns around, pulling the cap off and putting it in front of James. James quickly picks up the beer with a shaking hand, and drinks from the bottle before making a strange face.

JHHIII: I don't know how people can drink more than one of these a day.

Simpson: Sir, Brother Grimm is not under your bed.

James raises his eyebrow.

JHHIII: And how would you know.

Simpson: Because you upper security since the bounty thing happened. No one can get in here.

James stands up.

JHHIII: Are you freakin' serious Simpson?

Simpson: Pardon me Sir?

JHHIII: I'll say this slowly for you.... he's.... the.... bogeyman! He's like Santa Claus for God's sake! Does Santa Claus walk up to the door, ring the bell and say "Hi, I'm Santa Claus, can you go back to bed while I put presents under your tree?"

James shakes his head.

Simpson: I don't see the connection sir.

JHHIII: Well the bogeyman isn't gonna ring the damn door bell, and say "Hi, I'm the bogeyman, I'm here to hide under your bed!"

Simpson: I see your point sir.

JHHIII: Thank god for that, or I could be here all night explaining everything to you.

James smiles

JHHIII: In fact, that's a good idea, we can discuss this all night, just so you can understand Simpson!

Simpson: Unnecessary sir.

JHHIII: No, I want to do it.

Simpson: Are you using this as an excuse not to go to bed Master James?

James tries to look as innocent as he can.

JHHIII: No.

James' innocent face cuts no ice with Simpson.

Simpson: Sir, would you like me to check under your bed for the bogeyman?

James nods fast but stops quickly.

JHHIII: If you insist.

Simpson walks away and off camera as a bell ring in the distance. James grips the bottle of beer with hands.

JHHIII: Maybe Simpson is right, the bogeyman could be a myth, a legend that people have made up, like what those guys in Supernatural hunt. Just all made up by everyone to scare little kids to go and brush their teeth or something. It's nothing.

Footsteps are heard in the background. James stops talking but the footsteps stop moving. James returns to talking to himself.

JHHIII: This is a myth. He don't go around scaring children.... does he? Nah, that's stupid, he would have been arrested and put in prison. Even if he was all spooky, they could put him in a prison like Dr Freeze from Batman and he wouldn't get out.

The footsteps start behind James once more, James turns around to look at the doorway, but no one is there. The footsteps behind James stops, but no one appears at the door. James turns back to the bar.

JHHIII: It's just Simpson coming back. It's got to be. Coming back to tell me there's no bogeyman under there and it's all in my head.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

JHHIII: AHHHHHHHHH BOGEYMAN!

James jumps up, scrambling over the bar and to the other side, hiding behind it. Footsteps come closer to where James is hiding and a thump is heard on the bar. James springs up.

JHHIII: Please don't kill me!

Giani Di Luca stands looking at James strangely, James stands with his hands up and his eyes closed. James opens one eye to see it's Giani.

JHHIII: Oh thank God!

Giani: Yo bro! What's with the not killing you stuff?

JHHIII: I thought you the Bog.... nevermind. How did you get in here?

Giani: Door was unlocked.

JHHIII: Great security we have here my butt!

Giani: Yeah man, no one came to answer, so I let myself in here. You need a little tracking device on you, I searched through a lot of rooms for you.

JHHIII: Nu uh, I don't like people knowing where I am, especially with that bounty stuff.

James looks nervous and uncomfortable.

Giani: Are you ok bro? You're looking more nervous than usual. That bounty thing got you worried?

JHHIII: Um... yeah, that's it.

Simpson enters the bar walking towards the two.

Simpson: Good evening Mr Di Luca.

Giani: What's up S?

Simpson: Nothing much sir.

Simpson turns to James.

Simpson: Sir, I happy to report that there are no Bogeymen under your bed. Just some magazines

Giani stifles a laugh.

Giani: Bro, just use the internet like normal people who can't get none.

JHHIII: Not those kind of magazines Giani!

Giani: Sure bro, sure and bogeymen?

Simpson: The match with Brother Grimm is playing on master James' mind.

Giani shakes his head.

JHHIII: I'm not scared!

Giani: Bro, you are, but you get a chance to be a hero next week.

JHHIII: I do?

Giani: Yeah bro! You get to be a hero to all those kids out there. You get to kill the Bogeyman!

A wide smile crosses James face.

JHHIII: Yeah! I get to kill the Boogyman. I get to drive a stake through his heart and kill the Boogyman!

Giani: Dude, he's not a vampire.

JHHIII: Doesn't matter cause it's through his heart. No matter how big and tough you are, a shot to the heart and your dead! I can do that this week Giani! You're right, I can kill the bogeyman, and they'll throw me parades and, and, and, they'll make me a sir in England, and I'll be a legend all over the world that people will write about me, about the man who slayed the bogeyman, just like the man who slayed the giant. There will be fairytales about me, and everyone will look at me differently. People will fear the man who kills the bogeyman as well as love him, because he is more powerful then he! Yes, I will be the hero, yes I will kill the bogeyman, I will be the one who destroys him, me, me, me. Everyone will know the name James Huntington-Hawkes III and they will never forget it!

The camera fades out with James looking very pleased with himself

Climax Control Archives / Mystery partner.... revealed

« on: April 05, 2013, 04:55:01 PM »

Time to focus on what matters most

The scene shows Casey Williams relaxing on his Fat Boy before Climax Control. He thinks about what has happened the last few weeks, between his loss to Derek Thorne, and the battle between Team Erik and the co-owners, to the situation regarding his house. He turns his attention to his first opponent, Thatcher Rex

“Thatcher, a man who I have not faced, but I have been watching you since your debut, and you remind me a lot of myself. A big man with a lot of power. A threat to be reckoned with. Don’t mistake my praises of your abilities as a sign of weakness. I may be a prick, but when I see someone with talent, I acknowledge that talent for what its worth. I know you will give me a fight for my life, and I welcome the challenge. I am not going to let you stop me from finally getting the monkey off my back of always falling short to Sinful Obsession.“.

Casey then breathes, and enters the arena to prepare for the show, but before he does, turns his attention to Despayre

”Despayre, you think I lack confidence due to the fact I haven’t revealed who I am for this match. But isn’t that the fun of the game though, not knowing all your opponents, especially when it is one you have faced plenty of times before. And speaking of those who lack confidence, at least my best friend is not a FUCKING TEDDY BEAR. That is just pathetic. All I need to say is best said by Linkin Park in the song “In the End” which I will play for you now “

Casey then goes over to the stereo system in the corner and hits play.

”’It starts with one thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but you didn't even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try,
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme,
To remind myself of a time when
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end
You kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter.”

Casey then turns his attention to Despayre’s partner, Gabriel.

”Gabriel, a man who I know as well as I know the back of my hand. You think it better for me to remain a mystery. For your sake, you are right. You know I am gunning to get a win over you and Despayre, no matter the cost. I will do just that because I will prove that I am just that damn good, and that having Giani and James on my side, all three of us being former Roulette Champions, and me being a former tag champ as well. You and I are the only guys in this match to hold 2 of the 3 available titles that SCW has. I am going to prove that I am as good as I say I am when I defeat the longest reigning tag team champs here in SCW.”

Casey walks into his locker room to put on his wrestling gear as the scene fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / Not in a good mood!

« on: April 04, 2013, 09:48:30 AM »

The voice of Simpson is heard speaking.

Simpson: Life has not been rosey lately for the man (?) who's promo you are about to sit and watch, the man known as James Huntington-Hawkes III.

The camera shows James face as he overlooks downtown Santiago. Cars race past, and life fills the street below.

Simpson: First, the Roulette title finds it's way around the waist of Thatcher Rex, a man who has been none too friendly to Master James since the days of his signing with SCW, secondly, Mr Ward decided that because of an attack on Mr Rex, Master James can no longer attempt to bring back the title to where he feels it belongs, which has set Master James in a foul mood. It has been a very trying time, as Master James tried to reason with Erik Staggs but to no avail, instead, Mr Staggs sent Master James and I, with Roxanne to Canada to accompany Misty. Why Ms... wait, does she even have a last name? Not to worry, while Ms. Misty was competing in the Super J Cup tournament, unsuccessfully, we were there to show unity. This has also been contributing to sirs bad mood. Now we find ourselves in Santiago, on the SCW Capitol Punishment 2013 tour, in a city of over five million people, diverse in culture, but Master James refuses to leave this wonderful penthouse suite and soak in the wonders of South America. It's a shame really, such a beautiful city, such a beautiful place.

James continues to stare in to the pool of life below him, a bitter look on his face.

Simpson: It's very rare to be in such a place, a million miles it seems from the harsh nature of the Las Vegas strip, and we have certainly been to worse places in the world, but I believe Master James once again feels like he doesn't fit in. The faction known as Dream Chaserz, that still embarrasses sir to this day, only Ashton Gibbs reached out to him then, he felt like a forgotten man, and Team Erik seems to be having the same effect on him.

James turns around, looking inside the penthouse.

JHHIII: Of course it does Simpson! My own team are worse than Matthew Kennedy costing Ace Baldwin a match. These people have cost me a chance to get my title back! It should have never left me Simpson, and these people cost me that. Have I got an apology? No! They just sent me to that God awful place called Canada. It has to be one of the worst places I have ever been, just to sit around and watch Misty lose to that Ben Jordan guy, and listen to her complain the whole way here! That's as much as they think of me. Also, why are you standing there talking to yourself? It's the first sign of craziness Simpson, and I'm the one who should be going crazy!

The camera turns around to see James' man servant, slash butler, slash bodyguard, Simpson, standing a few feet from the balcony door.

Simpson: I'm sorry sir, I must have been thinking out loud again.

JHHIII: Well your thoughts were accurate Simpson, I don't feel I fit in there. Erik Staggs can't even get me a shot at what was mine to start with! He's so far up Kevin Carter's butt, he's forgetting the rest of us.

Simpson: I don't think that's the case sir, Mr Staggs is the general in this war, he has to plan every little detail if he wants to achieve his goal. He is building from the top sir.

James fires an angry look towards Simpson, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.

JHHIII: I SHOULD BE AT THE TOP SIMPSON! I SHOULDN'T BE LEFT TO GO TO STUPID PLACES LIKE CANADA TO SIT AROUND AND JUST GET COLD!

Anger fills James's voice as it flies off the balcony and in to the cool Santiago air.

JHHIII: HE IS MAKING ME LOOK STUPID! DOING WHAT THAT OTHER STUPID GROUP WAS AND TREATING ME LIKE A JOKE! I AM NOT A JOKE SIMPSON, I AM NOT A JOKE!

Simpson: You are not a joke sir, and you should take a moment to breathe. I merely meant that Mr Staggs has a plan for you, he must have a plan to get you involved in a big match this upcoming weekend.

James moves towards the door, stepping just inside.

JHHIII: You think putting me in the ring with that stupid old dinosaur, the magician and the crazy guy who talks to bears, is a PLAN?!?!? IT'S A DISGRACE!

Simpson: I believe Mr Staggs is planning on this one to be a way to show what you can do. In the grander scale of things, you will be facing three champions, two of whom are NWA tag team champions and the third, the roulette champion. A win here is all you need to fire you and possibly one of your team mates in to the tag team ranks and the other in to the roulette ranks. When you win this, not even Mr Ward or Mr Underwood will be able to ignore your talents sir. Mr Staggs has made this happen to show you that you can possibly step up in to higher divisions and stick it to his enemies that he has the talent on Team Erik.

James rubs his chin and walks further in to the room, walking across to a rather large bed and sitting on the end of it. James looks at the floor and back at Simpson.

JHHIII: How do you know this Simpson?

Simpson: Judging from the kind of man Mr Staggs is, it feels like this would be the way he would think about this matter. I may indeed be wrong sir, but for all everyone says about Mr Staggs, he seems to know what he is doing in this situation.

JHHIII: So why did he send me to Canada? I didn't have to be there to listen to Misty swear vengeance the whole way here, I follow her on Twitter you know, I didn't need to hear it face to face all the time. I wasn't in that ring when the NXT guy beat her.

Simpson: I feel Mr Staggs think you can learn a lot from both Ms Misty and Ms Roxanne.

JHHIII: Why do so many people have one name around here? That whole thing got ruined with Madonna and Cher.

Simpson: People just call me Simpson sir.

JHHIII: That's because no one cares what your first name is Simpson, not even me half the time. I'm sick of being the SCW joke! The joke of Team Erik!

James lays back on the bed, looking upwards at the bright, white ceiling.

Simpson: I think you should see this as a way to learn Master James. Team Erik is full of champions, former champions, full of people who have done so much in the wrestling business. This should be a golden opportunity for you sir to open your eyes and take in as much as you possibly can, to learn all you can about everyone, learn all you can about the wrestling business and how it can put you in good steed in your future.

JHHIII: I'm good enough now for this! I don't need to wait for the future or learn from anyone. I need to do this stuff now and show them all that I'm better than people. I should be the one handed a shot at Spike Staggs. I should be out there and beating everyone now Simpson, NOW!

Simpson runs his fingers over his bald head.

Simpson: Maybe you should start with this first sir, and see how we do.

James sits up sharply, looking across at Simpson and shaking his head slowly.

JHHIII: See how I do? Please Simpson, I'm not a child, I know the score, I know I'm going to win this. Despayre will be too busy talking to Angel to care, Gabriel will be trying to come up with the next thing to impress his girlfriend and Thatcher Rex will be too busy playing with his little dinosaur toys. In fact, maybe Rex and Despayre can have a play date. Despayre can bring his teddy bears, Rex can bring his dinosaurs and they can all re-enact Godzilla or something.

Simpson: Very witty sir.

JHHIII: I know, that's why I said it. I didn't say it not to be witty Simpson. I'm a funny guy, but these people don't appreciate that. They just look at me and make short jokes and ageist jokes, all because they're getting old and crumbly and I'm young and in my prime. That's what these people do Simpson, because they're not funny and I am.

Simpson: Indeed you are sir. Maybe we should go out and get some fresh air.

James looks across the room at Simpson and stands up, walking back to the balcony and stepping outside. He turns around to look at Simpson.

JHHIII: I am outside Simpson, this is fresh air. Why would I want to go out there with all the poor people and the people that smirk, and think I'm that idiot singer?

Simpson: To take in the splendor of the city.

JHHIII: I don't need to do that Simpson, if I want to look at this hell hole, I have Google maps on my phone. I could Google map Canada right now, doesn't mean I wanna be there again, it was cold. I don't know how anyone would want to wrestling in a place like that.

Simpson: You're no longer in Canada sir, this place is much hotter than Canada.

JHHIII: I don't care Simpson, I need to focus on my match cause these people take me as a joke. I don't get the advantage of most because they're jealous of my wealth and great lifestyle. They don't see that even if I didn't have that kind of money, I would still be much better than they are.

Simpson: Well sir, if you feel you should be focusing on your match this week, at least you have two very good partner.

James looks up at Simpson, his eyes narrow.

JHHIII: I have ONE very good partner Simpson, ONE. I have Giani, who will be a very good partner.

Simpson: Yes, it's always a good thing to be teaming with your friend.

JHHIII: I wouldn't call him a friend.

Simpson: Yes you would sir, you have done in the past and you missed Mr Di Luca when your little rivalry ended.

JHHIII: You was never to mention that to anyone Simpson.

Simpson: My apologies sir, but this could be the start of something good. A Huntington-Hawkes III slash Mr Di Luca tag team could dominate SCW sir.

James runs his fingers over his chin.

JHHIII: And what about this other person, the mystery person, what if he drops the ball and screws this up for us?

Simpson: Sir, you know who the mystery person is, he isn't known for screwing up.

JHHIII: Yes, but I can't say his name! There's lots of spies in South America and I wouldn't be surprised if that teddy bear is here hiding somewhere and listening.

Simpson: Teddy bear?

JHHIII: That Angel thing, he just appears when you don't expect him to.

Simpson frowns at James.

Simpson: Sir, maybe you need to relax for a while. I hardly think a teddy bear will be here listening in to our conversation.

JHHIII: That's what he wants you to think Simpson, then he just appears!

Simpson: I think I'll go get you a drink sir, something to calm you down and help you think clearer.

As Simpson turns away, James turns to face the city once more, looking down.

JHHIII: Help me calm down and think straight! I don't need to calm down and think straight, I know what I need to do. I need to get hold of Thatcher Rex and beat him and show them that I might not be able to get a shot at the title that should be mine, but I can beat their champion and make team SCW look stupid and weak. I will show them that their champion looks stupid and I should still be their champion, me, not Rex, me, no one else but me, me, me, me, me! I shall and will be beating Rex, that old man got lucky last time when he took my title, he will not get lucky again. I could beat him again, I did it before and he cried like a baby, it's the only reason he got another shot at my title, yes, my title, not his, mine. If he didn't cry and sulk, he'd have never ended up with the title, or getting lucky.

James looks down on the city below.

JHHIII: If all these people down there watched the show, they'll know how lucky he got against me. Very, very lucky. Well I'm gonna show that he can't get lucky like that again. I saw the preview, he picked Sinful Obsession to be his partners. He's clearly picking them because he knows they're better than he is so he's hiding behind them, being a baby and hiding behind better people. Once Giani and the mystery man distract those two, Rex will have nowhere to run. I will beat him, and then SCW will have to take away that stupid ruling of me not allowed to go for that title again. They have no choice when I beat him!

James smiles and looks in to the bustling city below him.

JHHIII: He can't hide behind the magic man and the teddy bear whisperer forever. I know Sinful Obsession have done so much and I watched them defend those NWA title in Canada but beating those guys, being on the winning team against those two guys, will show everyone that I can be on the top of this one. I watched the little love triangle with the magic man and that was meant to win matches.

Simpson: I believe that was to be on television and be noticed more sir.

James jumps around in shock, holding his chest.

JHHIII: Damn it Simpson! You nearly gave me a heart attack!

Simpson: Sorry sir.

JHHIII: You will be if you do that again Simpson.

Simpson: Understandable sir.

Simpson hands James a drink, who sips at it. He looks at Simpson in the eye.

JHHIII: It doesn't matter who he picked as partners Simpson, it doesn't because on Sunday, the whole of Chile will be chanting my name, the whole of Chile will have seen me defeat three champions in one go. NWA tag team champions and SCW roulette champion, hasn't got a damn thing on me. Giani, mystery partner and I will show the wrestling world that we are the ones to keep an eye on, us, not these poor excuses for champions. I make a name for myself by beating these people Simpson, within an inch of their lives and everybody will love me for getting rid of the old dinosaur man, the guy who has his best conversations with a teddy bear, and the man who thinks magic is cool. Magic is for kids parties, not for wrestling rings. He should go make a living entertaining kids in stupid poor peoples back gardens, with cheap run of the mill party food, weak Walmart value juice and fat kids covered in spit covered cake! This is my night Simpson, this is the night my star rises and everyone will know I am just awesome. Everyone will finally sit up and take notice that not magic, not teddy bears, not dinosaurs can stop me. You hear me Simpson? You hear what I'm saying here? I'm going to win it all, and be loved by everyone in the world like I deserve. Everyone will know my name, everyone will see my face on T-shirts, everyone will be tuning in to Climax Control to watch me, not these other people.

Simpson: Indeed sir.

JHHIII: Then they will stop treating me like a joke.

James smirks, raising his glass toward Simpson, as the scene fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Meeting the new boss

« on: March 13, 2013, 06:40:03 PM »

James Huntington-Hawkes III stand in his bedroom, watching Simpson putting clothes in to a suitcase. The camera moves in to a walk in closet, with long rows of clothes lining each wall. Underneath the row of clothes is a stand for shoes. About one hundred pairs of shoes in all different styles line the walls. James strolls through the closet, pulling a thick, fur lined jacket off the wall.

JHHIII: How about this Simpson?

Simpson puts his head in to the closest, looking at the jacket James is holding up in front of him. Simpson shakes his head

Simpson: I don't think you will need it sir. South America, even through March and April, is a very warm continent.

JHHIII: Wait... I'm going to be there in April too?

Simpson: Indeed sir, the announced dates went up until April twenty eighth.

James stomps his feet.

JHHIII: I don't want to be in South America for six weeks Simpson! There's snakes, spiders, rapid dogs and tree there, lots of trees.

Simpson: You mean rain forests sir?

JHHIII: I mean trees, lots of trees. I don't even want to go to the first stop on the tour, I mean Caracas, Venezuela? Who in their right mind would ever want to go to a place like that!?

Simpson: It's a very popular city sir. It has nearly three million people in the city, has some fantastic history, lots of places of culture.

JHHIII: Blah, blah, blah! Aren't you just a walking Wikipedia?

Simpson: Thank you sir.

JHHIII: It wasn't a compliment Simpson!

Simpson sighs and picks up a T-shirt from the side near where he is standing before leaving the closet. James looks along the row of shoes, picking out three pairs of shoes and placing them on top of the polished wooden shoe rack. Simpson returns to the room and moves towards the shoes, looking at James' choices.

Simpson: Are you sure on these Master James?

James looks up at Simpson, his eyes focused in on his man servant.

JHHIII: Why would I put them out there if I didn't want to take them? What would be the point? I'll tell you the point Simpson, IF THERE WAS ONE!

Simpson nods and picks up the shoes, piling them on top of each other.

JHHIII: Careful with those things Simpson! They cost more money than you make in a....

James stops to think about it for a second.

JHHIII: Week...

James curls his lower lip downwards.

JHHIII: Do not tell anyone how well I pay you Simpson, or the rest of the staff will want a pay rise and that just won't do.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

Simpson carries the shoes out of the room and to the bedroom. The camera stays on James who turns to browse suits. Simpson returns to the closet and stands behind James.

Simpson: Which evening attire would you like Master James?

James looks up at Simpson, slightly confused by the question.

JHHIII: Why would I want evening attire?

James points at the suits hanging up.

JHHIII: Do these countries even have high class dining or Michelin starred chefs and restaurants? They have food stands by the side of the road, with flies and stuff buing around there. Maybe we should take our own chef with us, just to make sure and fly stuff to the dire countries from here so they we don't catch something there.

Simpson: If you wish sir, I could arrange for Chef Henri to accompany us on this journey.

JHHIII: Good. Tell him to bring enough things for all the time we're in those god forsaken hell holes and tell him to leave his wife and kids at home and when we return, I will give him every third Sunday off.

Simpson runs his fingers over his bald head.

Simpson: I shall do my very best sir. Would you like a suit just in case you are asked to a big event?

JHHIII: Simpson, every event is big because I'm there.

Simpson turns away from James, stifling a laugh.

JHHIII: Simpson! Don't turn away from me when I'm talking! That's just rude of you!

Simpson: My apologies sir. Would you like one just in case?

James runs his hand across the suits, pulling down a black one with light blue shirt and red tie and a silver one with a white shirt and silver tie. He hands them to Simpson.

JHHIII: I like this system Simpson.

Simpson: What system sir?

JHHIII: Every suit having it's own shirt and tie. It shows class rather than these poor people who have one tie they try to make work with everything.

Simpson nods at James and moves the suits in to the other room. James follows Simpson in to the other room and looks at the suitcases on the bed.

JHHIII: That should be enough Simpson. If I need anything else, we'll call the housekeeper to send them over to whatever horrible place I'm in.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

A thumping knock on the door is heard from the distance.

Simpson: You'll have to excuse me sir.

James flicks his hand towards the door and Simpson moves out of door and towards the hall.

JHHIII: Whoever this is, this better be important. Security don't let in just anyone.

A cackling sound is heard coming from an intercom system. Simpson's voice is heard coming through clearly.

Simpson: Sir, Mr Staggs is here to see you

James walks over to the wall and leans against it, his thumb presses down on the intercom button on the wall.

JHHIII: Which one? There's million of them in SCW.

Simpson: Mr Erik Staggs sir, your boss.

JHHIII: Oh.

James straightens up a little.

JHHIII: Take him to the bar room Simpson and get Mr Staggs a drink. I will be down in a few minutes.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

JHHIII: Ok, meeting the new boss. Well, my new boss, my new out and out boss. I can do this.

James straightens up, breathes deeply and leaves the room.

*******

A bar setting is seen, with a long oak bar, with working beer taps, a pool table, games machine, a slot machine, a stage and three wide screen televisions. Tables and chairs are set up all around, as well as barstools along the bar. Upon these stools, Erik Staggs sits, with Simpson behind the bar, placing a beer on a napkin on the bar.

Erik: His own bar?

Simpson: Yes Mr Staggs. When Master James and Mr Di Luca were trying to party on many occasions, Master James was denied access to local bars who had a very strict over twenty one policy, not even Mr Di Luca's influence could get him inside these establishments so Master James decided to build his own bar in his home.

Erik grips his fingers around the beer bottle.

Erik: Kids with money will do anything, huh?

Simpson: So it would seem Mr Staggs.

James walks in to the bar, his Roulette title proudly around his waist, and sits next to Erik, looking at Simpson.

JHHIII: Get me a beer Simpson!

Simpson: Are you sure that's wise sir?

JHHIII: It's my bar Simpson, you will do as you're told!

Simpson: If you insist sir.

Simpson turns around, bending towards a fridge and lifting out a beer, using a bottle opener attached to the bar to pop the cap off. He places down a napkin in front of James and puts the beer on to the napkin. James picks up the beer and takes a huge gulp. James puts the bottle down, his face changing to a sour look.

JHHIII: I don't know how anyone can drink this stuff!

James looks at Erik raising his bottle and his face changes to a serious look.

JHHIII: No offense Mr Staggs.

Erik: None taken James. It's a nice place you have here, maybe this should be our official headquarters for Team Erik meetings. What do you say?

JHHIII: Uh, sure, it can be arranged.

James looks at Simpson.

JHHIII: Arrange it Simpson!

Simpson: I will make a note to do so sir.

JHHIII: Good, now go and clean some glasses or something.

Simpson nods and walks away from James and Erik. James looks at Erik, slightly nervously shifting in his seat.

Erik: Don't look so uncomfortable James. Team Erik is about unity, about strength, you have no need to be nervous around me or any of your new comrades.

JHHIII: Some of them make me nervous.

Erik: No need to be.

JHHIII: Oh good. What do I owe the pleasure of you dropping by unannounced?

Erik: I saw that silly little Twitter thing with you and Thatcher Rex and I came to speak to you about it.

JHHIII: Thatcher Rex is a loser, I beat that guy already.

Erik: You did, and it was very creative, my hat is off to you. Also a very wise move to have a plan B. I like that about you James, you seem to always have a plan B. Tell me, what is your plan B on Sunday?

JHHIII: Well it was to have you call off the match, tell them no, I'm not doing it, I've beat that loser once and Christian shouldn't be signing matches because of someone cries because they couldn't beat me. It's the only reason he's getting a rematch, because he cried like a baby on Twitter to his little friends to bash SCW.

Erik: Sadly James, I can not stop that match. Christian signed it before I could even make a move. It was announced to the world very quickly.

James lowers his eyebrows staring at Erik.

JHHIII: So there is nothing you can do to stop this animal trying to take my title? Did you see what he did to Simpson? He should never be allowed another title shot ever, ever, ever because of that! Ever Mr Staggs! Ever!

James looks irate

Erik: I did and there may well be some retribution because of this, but as it stands, you will be facing Thatcher Rex on Sunday in Venezuela.

JHHIII: I don't wanna fight that big baby again! All he did was cry like a little girl because I out smarted him! I was cleverer than he was and he cried about it! He hasn't earned a rematch! You should be marching up to Christian and telling him no! I work for you now and you have to agree to this.

Erik: Christian has Hot Stuff's backing, when Christian signed it, a drug induced Mark Ward, probably high as a kite on medication after that painful ass whooping he took at the hands of Billy James quickly agreed to the match, but you're seeing this from the wrong side James.

JHHIII: I am?

Erik: You are.

JHHIII: How so?

Erik: Think of it like this. If... no once you beat Thatcher Rex, then no amount of taking to social media and crying will get him a shot. You will have a two to zero record against him. He will be done chasing you and will have to go right back to the bottom of the pack. He will have to start down low, which for a man like Thatcher Rex, will break him. He'll have nowhere to go and probably cry off in to the crowd with the rest of the ex SCW stars who didn't have the balls and the drive to make. You, James Huntington-Hawkes.... The third, could made that happen. You could make Thatcher Rex disappear.

JHHIII: Back to sitting in his retirement old man's home playing with his dinosaurs?

Erik nods, with a very serious look on his face.

Erik: Yes James. You could be responsible for getting rid of Thatcher Rex.

An excited look jumps on to James' face as he rubs his hands together. He looks up at Erik Staggs with a grin on his face.

JHHIII: James Huntington-Hawkes III, The man who rid the world of the last ever dinosaur.

Erik nods slowly

Erik: I will drink to that.

Erik raises his bottle to James, who looks confused for a second, but quickly figures out what Erik is doing. James picks up hit bottle and knocks it against Erik's bottle. Both men drink but once again, James' face turns sour.

JHHIII: I'll be right back.

James hops off the bar stool and disappears. Erik holds his beer before his face, the top about an inch from his mouth. He looks at Simpson.

Erik: Do I know how to motivate or what?

Simpson: You are indeed a puppet master sir.

Erik: Yes I am Simpson, yes I am.

Simpson nods in agreement as a smirk crosses Erik's face as the camera fades to darkness

Supercard Archives / Worst... day... ever!

« on: March 01, 2013, 01:50:30 PM »

A private jet, cruising through the air at three hundred plus miles an hour is where today's story starts. The camera switches from the outside, to the inside to see James Huntington-Hawkes III sitting in a white leather seat, wearing a baggy hoodie and huge headphones. A television screen in on in front of him as James looks very unimpressed. Simpson steps up next to him and places a champagne glass full of orange juice in front of James on a table. James picks up the glass and sips from it before putting it back on the table and taking his headphones off in anger.

JHHIII: This is too cold Simpson! Make me another!

Simpson nods and picks up the glass, before turning away.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

Simpson walks away, moving through the seats and out of view. James puts his earphone back on over his head, his mind in thought as the plane glides gently through the air. Simpson returns less than a minute later, placing a glass, the same in style as the first, on to the table in front of James. James reaches out, wrapping the fingers on his right hand around the glass and picking it up, placing it to his lips. James sips before putting it back down on the table.

JHHIII: Much better. Thank you Simpson.

Simpson: You're welcome sir. Is there anything else I can get you sir?

JHHIII: An explanation might be nice.

Simpson: On what sir?

JHHIII: On why I'm sitting on a plane at this time, heading down to a place called Atlanta, Georgia. It sounds like a redneck place full of stupid people, drinking things out of jugs instead of glasses, because they haven't got glasses there yet.

Simpson: As I have explained Master James, we are taking you to the home of a wrestling legend, the man who worked with Mr Ward to help turn him in to a world champion. The same man who lead another to Roulette glory. It took a lot of effort to get him to agree with this sir, he doesn't really train many people anymore.

JHHIII: I already have a trainer Simpson, I do not need another one, especially one that I'm already better than!

Simpson: Sir, who told you that you were better than the legendary Austin Parker?

JHHIII: Nick Jones did on Twitter! He told me that I was better than him and that he was a broken down, past it wrestler. I think maybe I should train him.

Simpson: Sir, I think Mr Jones may have been pulling your leg.

JHHIII: Why would he do that? He's Nick Jones! He's a former heavyweight champion Simpson. He wouldn't lie to me.

Simpson: If you say so sir.

JHHIII: I know so. Why would he lie to me Simpson? He says he knows this Parker man and that I have absolutely nothing to worry about.

Simpson turns away, gazing thoughtfully out of the plane window. He quickly turns his attention back to his young charge.

Simpson: Mr Parker is an excellent trainer sir, he knows how to make champions.

JHHIII: I am a champion, duh!

James picks up the roulette title that's sitting next to him and holds it up for Simpson to see.

Simpson: I know sir, but we have a very tough challenge on Sunday, a very tough challenge. Mr Rex is not an easy man to defeat, so Mr Parker will help you get ready for this one.

JHHIII: Well why am I doing the traveling here? One minute I'm in Beverly Hills, the next I'm going to the back end of America. It's not cool Simpson!

Simpson: Mr Parker rarely trains outside of his own home.

James eyes widen.

JHHIII: I am not going in to a basement with a creepy cowboy I've never met before! I've seen those movies and I just won't do it Simpson.

Simpson: I believe Mr Parker's training area is set up in a barn.

James face changes to disgusted.

JHHIII: A real barn? With chickens and horses and hay?

Simpson: Maybe hay sir, but I highly doubt chickens and horses will be a part of this training area.

JHHIII: This better be worth it Simpson. I was going to take this week easy, I was going to actually give Thatcher Rex a chance, make it a lot more interesting. Then he starts flapping his mouth like a horse and gets his little female friends to call me uncreative, when she's not even in SCW! She probably works for a little poor federation where twenty second promos get aired! She can't call me uncreative while no one's ever heard of her.

Simpson: I'm sure it was just friends supporting friends.

JHHIII: It doesn't matter what it was Simpson, because I don't take kindly to people talking about me like that! I'm better than that. I've got more creativity in my little finger than Thatcher Rex has his entire body. It made me mad Simpson, so just for that, Thatcher Rex gets to pay for it. Maybe he should tell his little group to just be quiet, because now he's gotta pay for it.

Simpson: If you say so sir.

JHHIII: I just did.

James bounces his fist off the table, causing his drink to jump in the air, but landing in tact.

Simpson: I'm sure Mr Parker can help you reach your goal sir. He is very highly skilled in this wrestling business. One of the best trainers around.

JHHIII: But I'm still better than him.

Simpson: If you believe Nick Jones sir...

JHHIII: I do Simpson. I'll just go there and teach him a few things and leave with him saying he's learned something and me, I'll leave that place vowing never to return to that place.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

James smiles and picks up his orange juice glass but the plane suddenly drops, causing the juice to fly in to James' face and down his shirt. James stays frozen, his mouth open wide.

Simpson: I'll get a towel sir!

JHHIII: Hurry Simpson! It feels colder than it is!

Simpson darts off

*******

Let's have a change of scene, shall we?

A limousine pulls up outside the gates of a ranch in Atlanta, Georgia, old wooden sign posts form the top of the gate. The driver cuts the engine and steps out of the car, walking to the back door and opening it. Simpson steps out of the car, shortly followed by James. James looks around in disgust at the grassy fields laid before his eye. The limo driver shuts the door and moves to the front of the car, stepping back inside. The engine fires up again and the car moves away.

JHHIII: You've brought me all the way here to train.... here?

James looks around at two barns, and a nice looking ranch house, slowly shaking his head at what he sees before him

Simpson: Indeed sir, this has been the training ground for many wrestling superstar. Many of the current roster often comes to this very ranch to sharpen their skills with a technical master such as Mr Parker. He is very well known for his hard training techniques. It's enough to whip anyone in to shape for any type of match. Mr Parker has seen and done it all in wrestling.

JHHIII: And yet he still lives out here? Why can't he afford a real house?

Simpson: It's the lifestyle Mr Parker chose.

JHHIII: It's a bad choice Simpson.

In the distance, the sound of hooves against dry mud can be heard. A horse appears in the distance, charging towards the direction where James and Simpson stand. James shades his eyes as the horse gets closer, stopping in front of James and Simpson. The two look up to see Austin Parker sitting on horseback.

JHHIII: I know you! You bumped in to me at an SCW show.

Austin: Other way around kid. You bumped in to me.

JHHIII: I did not!

Simpson: Mr Parker, so wonderful to see you again.

Austin: Howdy Simpson. How bout you take that skinny ass kick to that barn over there. Your workout partner is waiting there already.

JHHIII: I'm not skinny! I'm perfectly built.

Austin: If ya was a woman, I'd agree.

JHHIII: Simpson! This is not funny! I want to go home, or at least a place with running water!

Austin: This place has running water, you think the horses like that bottled water crap? Just get over to the barn already and stop waiting mah time.

James reluctantly looks at Simpson, who gives him a reassuring nod. Simpson pushes open the gate and starts to walk towards the barn.

Simpson: Mr Parker will make you a better wrestler sir.

JHHIII: I can't see why we can't do it in a place with lights and more modern stuff than this.

James and Simpson get to the barn. Simpson pushes the door open and much to James' surprises, lights fill the wooden building. Bales of hay rest around the building, stacked on two levels, with an old looking ladder leading up to the second floor. A man stands in the center of the ring, his back towards the door. Austin appears behind James and Simpson.

Austin: You already know Bo Dreamwolf.

James jumps as Austin intentionally speaks down his ear. Former SCW Roulette champion, Bo Dreamwolf turns around and walks towards the edge of the ring to where the trio have just walked to. Bo extends his hand to Simpson, reaching out and shaking it.

Simpson: Mr Dreamwolf.

Bo: Mr Simpson.

JHHIII: Is it just me or is it weird to hear someone calling you Mr. Simpson.

Simpson: It does happen rarely sir.

Bo looks at James, but James just stares right back at Bo.
JHHIII: I know who you are. The Indian trained by a cowboy.

Simpson: Native American sir.

JHHIII: Ok, ok, the Indian trained by the native American.

Simpson: Other way around sir.

JHHIII: Really?

Simpson: Yes sir.

JHHIII: Oh the native

Austin: Enough!

Austin's voice echoes around the building.

Austin: Just get in the ring with Bo already.

James steps up the makeshift steps and in to the ring, looking at Bo laughing.

Bo: Something funny?

JHHIII: I remembered something then.

Bo: Would you like to share?

JHHIII: You lost YOUR title to Primetime! Ha!

Bo: You lost yours to a teddy bear.

Austin: Double ha.

James' face turns to anger

JHHIII: That wasn't funny.

Bo: Are you sure you want me to do this Mr Parker? He doesn't look like he's worked out in a while.

JHHIII: I don't need to work out!

James strikes a bicep pose

JHHIII: Just feel that right there!

Bo steps up and takes the kid's bicep in his hand. Bo waits a moment, then pats the kid's back.

Bo: Make a muscle.

James growls at Bo.

JHHIII: I could lift that hay over there!

Bo: No, you can't.

JHHIII: This isn't a casino, you won't win this bet!

Simpson: Sir...

JHHIII: No, I got this Simpson.

James jumps out of the ring and towards the hay. Austin walks to his side.

Austin: I wouldn't do that if I was you.

JHHIII: Why not? I'm a big boy.

Austin stoops down to stand face to face with James.

Austin: Compared to who?

James grits his teeth

Austin: Get back in the ring.

James let's out a soft grown and moves back towards the ring, climbing back up the make shift steps and in to the ring. James looks at Bo and the two circle, Bo steps in but James raises his hand in front of him, stopping Bo in his tracks.

JHHIII: Wait!

Bo: What?

JHHIII: I don't wanna face you, I wanna face him.

James points at Austin

Simpson: Sir.

JHHIII: No Simpson, I think I can beat him.

Austin: And who told you that?

JHHIII: Nick Jones.

Austin bursts out laughing.

JHHIII: What?

Austin: That's the best laugh I've had in ages.

Austin steps up in to the ring and looks at James.

Simpson: I think you should reconsider this one sir.

JHHIII: I don't, I think I can teach him a thing or two.

Simpson: Sir...

As James turns to face Austin, Austin plants a huge shot in to James' eye, sending the kid on to his back. James rolls out of this ring looks up at Austin, holding his eye.

JHHIII: You punched me!

Austin: Barely even grazed ya.

JHHIII: You hit me!

Austin: Welcome to the world of wrestling kid!

JHHIII: That wasn't a move! You hit me!

Austin just stares at James with a smile on his face.

JHHIII: Well screw this and screw you!

James walks out of the barn, but quickly, his voice can be heard.

JHHIII: Whoa!

SPLAT!

The sound of James falling in to something is heard outside, seconds later, James walks in the barn, covered in...

JHHIII: What the hell is this?

Austin: Around here, we like to call that horse shit.

James looks sick as he throws his hand down to the ground, sending manure flying in the direction of the ring.

JHHIII: I'm out of here!

James walks out of the door, leaving Austin, Bo and Simpson laughing.

*******

Back on the private plane, heading in the opposite direction, a beat up looking James sits slumped on the leather chair, covered in... well, you saw. A black eye forming under his left eye is seen and his hair messed up, looking nowhere near the rich kid attire you usually associate James with. Simpson sits across the aisle, his hand partially covering his face as the smell moves through the cabin. James sighs sadly.

JHHIII: I can't wait to get back home Simpson, today has been the worst day of my life.

Simpson: I hope you've learned something from today.

JHHIII: Yes, I learned not to listen to that Nick Jones guy. He lied to me Simpson. He told me I could beat up Austin Parker and instead, Austin Parker gave me a black eye.

Simpson: Sir, I did try to tell you that Mr Jones may have been playing a joke on you.

JHHIII: It doesn't matter Simpson, now I have to focus on the old dinosaur man. The same dinosaur man that wants to go and meet people, people who carry germs, people who are disgusting, people who smell.

James sharply looks at Simpson

JHHIII: Do not say a word Simpson.

Simpson: I wasn't going to say anything sir.

JHHIII: Right. Anyway, this man is gone out and been around these random strangers, who probably took the bus to see him. He better make sure he gets rid of those germs before getting in that ring with me, I don't want to catch anything from him or those people. Simpson, make him shower before he wrestles me!

Simpson: I don't think I can make him do that sir. Mr Rex's own personal hygiene is his own concern.

JHHIII: Fat load of use you are. He seemed to think he was all special cause people showed up to see him, but if I did that, you'd have to hire out whole stadiums to fit the people in to come and see me, real stadiums, that holds thousands Simpson, not a damp little store, that's made to look busy because it's so tiny.

Simpson: Indeed sir.

JHHIII: I like that kid who told the old man that he was gonna get his wrinkly old butt kicked by me, that guy speaks the truth, we should find him and send him something. That kid knows true talent, he knows talent like me. This dinosaur man fools no one trying to be hip, he fools no one trying to still be able to handle younger talent like me.

Simpson: Sir, that young gentleman over stepped the mark in my opinion. One has to respect the amount of work Mr Rex has put in to this business. Without superstars like Mr Rex, talented individuals would not have followed him in to this business to make a name for themselves. Mr Rex has helped pioneer the way for others to follow.

James looks at Simpson, for a second, the tired face of the Prince Brat turns to anger.

JHHIII: And that is why your opinion doesn't matter Simpson! Because it's a pointless opinion! That guy was right. Rex is an old dinosaur that shouldn't be in a wrestling ring with the younger generation. He's had his time and now he needs to shuffle off quietly in to the sunset and let people like me take over.

Simpson: We will have to beg to differ on that one sir.

JHHIII: No we won't Simpson. He implied I paid that person to trash him, when all that kid was doing, was saying what the whole world wants to say to Thatcher Rex. Everyone wants to tell Rex that it's time to give it up and take up shuffleboard and dominoes and all the other old man games, but didn't have the guts to tell him like I do. That guy should be given a medal. In fact Simpson, do just that, find out who he is, track him down and give him a medal.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

JHHIII: Also, while you're at it, track down that Diamondback guy and tell him he sucks and after Sunday, both he and Thatcher Rex will have a new hero. Me! I will be their hero, they can look up to me and see me win all the time! Cause that's what champions do, and I am a champion Simpson.

Simpson: Indeed you are.

JHHIII: This guy Rex was a bit stupid in his promo thing Simpson. He said I have to prove myself as champion, implied I had to prove myself but I won this belt, therefore, my worth is proved. He wins one match and becomes challenger, who really does need to prove themselves Simpson? Who really does need to prove to the world that they're good. It's not me Simpson, the whole world know I don't stink!

Simpson: Well...

JHHIII: I mean in the ring!

James snaps towards Simpson

JHHIII: I don't suck in the ring Simpson, I'm the youngest legend in the game! If I was a fluke, Giani would have beat me, cause Giani has talent and Rex doesn't, but I beat Giani! I beat him! I won! I won! I won!

James stomps his feet on the floor.

JHHIII: But I bet you dino man couldn't beat Giani, Giani would eat him for breakfast. Giani would slaughter him. I've proved my worth to SCW. I wasn't hiding in my mansion, I was relaxing, planning, I want you to tell him that when you see him Simpson.

Simpson: I will make a note of it.

JHHIII: Good! He thinks I was begging Goth, but was a tactic Simpson! A tactic to make Goth think he was gonna win and bam! I beat him. Goth couldn't deal with me. Goth couldn't beat me and I know Thatcher can't beat Goth. I earned this belt by making good use of everything around me. I earned this by beating people. A real champion uses everything around him to try and keep the title. A true champion thinks of a plan B and C. Speaking of which, is plan B in place?

Simpson: Yes sir, it is.

JHHIII: Yay! See, nothing can stop me Simpson, cause champions think like me. Champions plan like me and I planned it well Simpson. You know I'm getting under Thatcher's skin cause he's going low brow by cursing. Cursing is a sign of being common street trash and not being smart enough to use better words. I bet I can say a word Thatcher doesn't know the meaning of.

Simpson: What word sir?

JHHIII: Vocabulary

Simpson: What makes you say that sir?

JHHIII: Cause all he does is talk like a common man. Swears and insults blatantly, because he's too stupid to be clever with them. His vocabulary is so limited, it's almost sad that you can see his education was a poor one. Even if I didn't have all this money, I'd still be great, but I'd have to involve myself with people you associate with Thatcher Rex to try and be great. Just because I went a different route to greatness, doesn't take away the fact that I truly am great. Just because I could afford training by doing legal things, doesn't make me any less of a wrestler than he is. He thinks I look down on people because I have money, but he looks down on me for the exact same reason. He thinks I look at people differently because I could buy his entire home state, but he looks down on me because I can. If I gave Thatcher one million dollars tomorrow, he'll claim it wouldn't change him, but I bet he will look down on everyone he meets, I bet he will change his friends faster than a cheetah.

Simpson: He seems very grounded sir.

JHHIII: Everyone seems grounded till you give them more than they've had before Simpson. He thinks looking down on me because I have money, fame and success has already put the title on his lap and already celebrating it in his mind, but not the way it's going to go. He can sit and day dream about how he's gonna celebrate, but that too will be a waste of time. The simple fact is, I'm a champion, I have beat bigger and better to win and keep this title, I will beat bigger than this old man. I will be a champion forever.

James slumps in his chair.

JHHIII: I don't care what kind of match it is, all I know is that I will beat him Simpson. It doesn't matter what it takes cause his mouth, his potty mouth and constant stream of junk that falls from it, has made me want to beat him Simpson and come Sunday, I will.

James' tone seems quiet than usual.

JHHIII: He's been talking a lot Simpson, he's got his little friends to imply I'm boring, and I know there's only one way I will shut him and his silly little friends up, and that's by beating him without your help. I will beat him without a doubt. I will make sure that every word that's fallen out of his mouth, he will eat, he will chew and swallow them all. This title gives me respect Simpson and when that wheel stops spinning and people stop holding their breath, it truly doesn't matter to me what it lands on, because I came for this title knowing the full story. I came to it knowing at eighteen years old, I could end up in something that could really, really hurt, but I did it anyway. Maybe people need to respect that fact, rather than nit picking pointless little things, thrown at me to distract me.

James looks directly at Simpson, a look in his eyes of sheer grit and determination.

JHHIII: While he's making stupid jokes about being a kid, about having baby's nuts, having a unhealthy obsession with my private parts, I'm getting ready to show him that just like Goth, just like Giani, I pull people in to a comfortable zone where I force them in to making mistakes. While Thatcher Rex is coming up with cutest lines, I'm working on ways to win.

Simpson is slightly taken back by this oddly mature tone James is showing.

JHHIII: I couldn't hit puberty? Thatcher Rex couldn't beat an egg.

James slumps back in his chair, his eyes determined. He closes his eyes as the scene fades out.

Supercard Archives / You're like 100! Grow up!

« on: February 21, 2013, 11:42:12 AM »

A gym setting is seen and James Huntington-Hawkes stands proudly in the make shift ring as a man lies in the middle of the ring. Simpson and Ashley Jameson stands outside the ring as James waves his arms in the air in celebration.

JHHIII: I am so the greatest champion that's ever lived. Woooooohooooo!

Simpson: Indeed sir.

Simpson's words boom out above James' celebrations at what only can be described as a successful training session. James picks up his title belt from the corner and yells at the downed opponent.

JHHIII: You just got beat by the best ever!

Ashley looks at Simpson.

Ashley: Is it me, or has the arrogant little twit grown more of an ego since he got that title belt?

Simpson: It would appear so Ms. Jameson. Having seen his Twitter lately, he and Mr Rex are in a bit of a war of words, to which James seems slightly more bolder than usual.

Ashley: So basically, he's being a bad ass while hiding behind his phone.

Simpson: Not too put too finer point on things, yes.

Ashley shakes her head.

Ashley: What an idiot.

Ashley says with a roll of her shoulders.

Ashley: I think we need to get in to his head that Thatcher Rex is the most experienced opponent he will have met to date. He is a dangerous man and held his own in that tournament.

JHHIII: He's experienced cause he's old!

Simpson and Ashley look up at the ring, to see James with his arms on the top rope, leaning over and looking at the pair.

JHHIII: Old men usually have experience at something because they're old.

James nods and moves over to the corner and picks up his phone.

Simpson: One has to wonder where this ego has come from. It's very unlike Master James to be so egotistical.

Ashley: I got a fair idea. Beating Giani last month might have something to do with it.

James looks at his phone, browsing his way down Twitter, his face changing to bright red. James stomps his feet and looks at Simpson.

JHHIII: Can you believe this Simpson?

Simpson: Believe what sir?

JHHIII: Can you believe this idiot Rex thinks he could beat both of us? What a moron! He said about winning matches with chairs. Hello stupid old guy, most roulette matches involve chairs. God, if he don't know this, how does he expect to win!

Ashley rolls her eyes at James.

Ashley: He could still beat you, idiot.

JHHIII: I am not an idiot! I'm the SCW, Roulette champion, because I earned it by beating people, more people then he beat. If it wasn't for Misty, he would have a loss record longer than his arm. He couldn't beat all those guys one on one. He's a fraud and a phony and I will prove that by beating him. Never been pinned, I don't care, I'll still pin him. I'll beat him, you know I'll beat him, right?

Simpson: Indeed sir, you should be able to dispatch Mr Rex with minimum fuss.

JHHIII: Yeah!

Simpson turns to face Ashley, a complete different look on his face to the look he had while looking at James.

Ashley: He pays you to say that, right?

Ashley whispers

Simpson: Yes, but he pays well.

James ignores the two of them chatting at looks towards the center of the ring.

JHHIII: This guy isn't gonna concern me much, but gonna need to cut a promo thing, now where can I cut it to mock this old man? This man obsessed with toys. Oh, toy store.

Simpson: Master James.

Simpson interrupts. James turns around, glaring at his bodyguard slash man servant

JHHIII: Why would you interrupt me Simpson? I'm busy thinking!

Simpson: My apologies sir, but I have come up with the perfect place for you to cut said promo

JHHIII: Toy store?

Ashley: I'm gonna guess no.

JHHIII: Oh

James sounds slightly disappointed.

Simpson: I was thinking somewhere slightly different sir.

********

The Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County is the location where Simpson had in mind. James looks around The Dinosaur Hall in disgust. He looks up at Simpson standing beside him.

JHHIII: Really Simpson? You brought me to a place where kids sneeze over everything, cough over everything for me to talk about a man who plays with these things?

Simpson: It could show an insight in to his mind sir.

JHHIII: I don't get it.

Simpson: It's quite simple sir. Mr Rex seems to have a borderline obsession with these fearsome creatures from the past. He seems to think like one.

JHHIII: Well they did have small brains.

Simpson: I don't mean in that way Master James. I meant in terms of Mr Rex and his fighting style. He bases his in ring moves on the aggression, the power of what these beasts embody. Learning a fact or two about these creatures may help you know your opponent more.

James thinks about Simpson's words for a few minutes.

JHHIII: Is this really gonna help Simpson?

Simpson: What harm can it do sir?

JHHIII: Fine.

James huffs and walks towards where and exhibition of T-Rex dinosaur bones are set it the original believed shape. Simpson stands in front of a board with dinosaurs facts. He reads them out loud.

Simpson: Tyrannosaurus meaning "tyrant lizard", from Greek tyrannos meaning "tyrant," and sauros. meaning "lizard" is a genus of coelurosaurian theropod dinosaur. The species Tyrannosaurus rex - rex meaning "king" in Latin - commonly abbreviated to T-Rex, is a fixture in popular culture. It lived throughout what is now western North America, at the time an island continent termed Laramidia, with a much wider range than other tyrannosaurids. Fossils are found in a variety of rock formations dating to the Maastrichtian age of the upper Cretaceous Period, 67 to 65.5 million years ago. It was among the last non-avian dinosaurs to exist before the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event.

James looks at Simpson confused.

JHHIII: I didn't understand much of that at all Simpson.

Simpson: What did you understand?

JHHIII: That he should be calling himself a lizard king and not a tyrant king.

Simpson: Well it's a start sir, maybe we should look at some lesser, more understandable facts.

JHHIII: What's that supposed to mean?

James looks firmly at Simpson.

Simpson: Oh nothing sir.

Simpson leads James to another board that says "Dinosaur facts for kids". Simpson points to the board.

JHHIII: Is this some kind of joke?

Simpson: No sir. Even the simplest of facts could prove to be useful.

JHHIII: If you say so Simpson.

Simpson reads out the first fact.

Simpson: The name means "Tyrant lizard". T-Rex is short for "Tyrannosaurus rex".

JHHIII: Well duh! And I knew he should be called a lizard. He has the look of a lizard Simpson, all greasy with a funny face!

Simpson reads out fact number two.

Simpson: They were predator dinosaurs.

JHHIII: So they stalk, hunt on things they thought was weaker than them with their silly little pea brains. That's exactly what this guy is trying to do! He thinks because he's bigger than me, he's better than me! He thinks I'm his little mouse and he can just swallow me up! That's not gonna happen, we all know that I'm better than that!

Simpson: Indeed sir.

Simpson clears his throat and reads out the next fact.

Simpson: They lived seventy million years ago.

JHHIII: I keep trying to tell the dude he's old on Twitter, but he doesn't listen. He needs his hearing aid turned way up. I tried to tell him Simpson. He's taking this being like a T-Rex thing way to seriously. Old, stupid, picks on who he thinks is weaker than him. What else?

Simpson: Their weapons were considered to be massive jaws with fifty to sixty blade-like teeth, some up to nine inches long

James scratches his head.

JHHIII: Not sure he's allowed to bite me Simpson. That not right. I mean who bites anyone in wrestling anymore.

Simpson: Correct sir, biting is illegal and I doubt Mr Rex will resort to planting teeth in you sir.

JHHIII: Good, cause if he does, I will have to get vicious Simpson!

Simpson: I expect so sir.

Simpson reads the next one from the board.

Simpson: They lived in open woodland and ate meat.

JHHIII: So does half of America Simpson, that doesn't make him any more special or dinosaur like.

Simpson: Some random facts now sir.

JHHIII: Oh goody.

James' tone indicates boredom and sarcasm.

Simpson: T-Rex's head was about five feet long. Its skull had holes in it which made it lighter and easier to carry around.

James looks at Simpson with confusion.

JHHIII: I guess he could have holes in his skull under all that hair. It's possible, but if not, he's making a pretty sucky dinosaur copy.

Simpson: I doubt he does sir. Mr Rex doesn't strike me as man who would have holes in his head. I have my doubts that hair would be covering anything.

JHHIII: He's old, he could be covering up a bald patch.

Simpson chooses to ignore that comment and continues to read.

Simpson: T-Rex was one of the best known dinosaurs, but it didn't live all that long. T-Rex came along just before the dinosaurs became extinct.

JHHIII: Typical. He picks a dinosaur to model himself on who did nothing but show up and get blown up. What a loser.

Simpson: You often see T-Rex pictures with his tail stretched out behind him. He did this for balance.

JHHIII: Thatcher doesn't have a tail, so he'll be easy to put on his butt. This guy is impressing me less and less about being based on a dinosaur, totally not good enough to be in the same ring as me.

Simpson: T-Rex had a very good sense of smell.

JHHIII: What was the point of telling me that Simpson? I mean really, a good sense of smell is not going to help him in this one at all. Not a chance, no way, nu uh.

Simpson: Last one sir.

JHHIII: Oh thank God. Maybe we can get away from this germ infested hell hole then.

Simpson: When T-Rex ran, he could go 20 miles per hour and could cover 15 feet in one step.

James looks up at Simpson.

JHHIII: Well good Simpson, that means he can run away from me when I start to beat him. He can run crying back to his little toy collection and stop playing around in matches he clearly can't handle Simpson. Blaze Of Glory, Thatcher Rex becomes another person I get to beat on my way to becoming a legend in SCW. In fact, if these people ever do a Hall Of Fame, I should be in the first every one, the first person in it, cause after I beat Thatcher Rex and everyone else in SCW, I will be the best wrestler ever. This one's going to be easy Simpson, very, very easy.

James confidently smiles and the camera switches to black

********

James sits tapping away on an Ipad, his eyes looking in to the screen in intense focus. James looks up and around the limo that is transporting him back to his home. Simpson looks at James.

Simpson: Something troubling you sir?

James looks up from his Ipad and towards Simpson with a glare.

JHHIII: Quiet Simpson! I'm trying to play a game here.

Simpson: Sorry sir.

James throws the Ipad on the seat next to him and looks up.

JHHIII: I'm bored of this piece of crap. PS4 was announced yesterday, I want one of those Simpson.

Simpson: I'm afraid they're not released till at least the end of the year sir.

JHHIII: I don't care, call Sony, give them what they want for one, and games. Get it to me before the week is out Simpson.

Simpson: I will do my very best sir.

JHHIII: Did you see the games on those things? They're better than anything I've ever seen before. Other than myself when I look in the mirror with the Roulette championship around my waist. I look awesome with that title belt and I've decided Simpson, that I will not let that Rex thug take this title belt from me. He looks like he smells and always looks like he just stepped out of the rain. I can't let this poor excuse for a human being take my title. I took it to make it credible and I beat Giani and the belt got more credible. That stupid old man holding my gold would be embarrassing. I won't let him take it Simpson. Make sure he doesn't take it Simpson!

James points towards Simpson with a nod to prove his point.

Simpson: I will do what I can sir.

Simpson sighs, his moral upbringing always fighting in his conscious. People class Simpson as a bad guy because he takes orders from James, but Simpson would give you the shirt off his back, without a second thought. Often a mistake people make, to confuse Simpson with a bad man, rather than a man under orders from someone he held in his arms as a baby.

JHHIII: Simpson!

James snaps.

Simpson: Yes sir.

JHHIII: No drifting off in your own little fantasy world about people not understanding you. Well boo hoo Simpson, we need to think about keeping my title on me. Giving it to that ape, that old ape, would not be good for SCW, SCW want to see me as champion Simpson, they love me as champion. SCW would never be the same without me holding the title belt here.

Simpson: You will have no problem Master James. Ms Jameson has prepared you well, and you should have no issues in defending against Mr Rex.

Simpson tries to look as convincing as he can in his role of trying to boost James up.

JHHIII: I want a back up plan Simpson, I want you to come up with something to help me get through this one to keep this title. If Rex takes it, that's the beginning of the end for SCW. That's like SCW finished because of him. You don't want that Simpson, do you?

Simpson: No sir, I have always wished many successes on Sin City Wrestling's staff and superstars

JHHIII: Then don't let this happen. Don't let this happen. Make as many calls as you have to. This man representing the whole division would be a crime, it would be like putting a rat in charge of cheese, you already know the rat is gonna eat the cheese. It's gonna be boring to watch, and him with my belt is going to be boring. It is going to be dull. I can't let the whole of the division look up to that phony.

Simpson: Phony sir?

JHHIII: Yes, phony Simpson. He acts all friendly but we all know he's got a hidden agenda. He needs to be stopped, he needs to be pinned just to shut up that annoying man up. Never been pinned is boring to listen to, so I have to stop him from talking like that.

Simpson: Sir, we must not let that cloud your mind. Just need to think about winning rather than a reason like being the first man to pin him.

James looks firmly at Simpson.

JHHIII: I want it though Simpson! I want to be the first man to pin him and I always get what I want. You know I always get what I want and I want to pin Thatcher Rex, I want to be the first to do that, I want to keep my title and you know what Simpson?

Simpson: What sir?

JHHIII: I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna beat Thatcher Rex and everyone's gonna see that I am the real leader of the Roulette Division and this guy will be gone quicker than he got here.

James scratches his head.

JHHIII: But get a back up plan just in case Simpson.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

James picks up the Ipad again as the scene fades out