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Supercard Archives / Rage Vs Jeremiah Hardin Vs J2H Vs Drake Green
« on: May 06, 2017, 07:16:11 PM »
J2H just looks at Melody, not saying a word as she sits up next to him, looking at him with a bright smile, but J2H continues to stare at her before shaking his head and laying back down.
J2H: No, just no babe.
A frown crosses Melody's face as she looks down at him and shakes his shoulder once more, trying to stir him.
Melody: I figured if we get there early, we can grab coffee, get to the hotel and relax, maybe go to a casino for a little bit and we can have some us time.
J2H sits up again, looking towards Melody with eyes half open.
J2H: Alright, but you're gonna owe me for this one. Five in the morning, damn!
J2H turns his legs out of the bed and plants them on the floor.
J2H: Things I do....
The camera fades out.
Closer to home yet not exactly.
Mid afternoon on Friday, another hotel room is a place to call a temporary home, this time away from other SCW stars still hanging out in Boston, or moving on to New York. A rare trip closer to home, not quiet the mansion in Beverly Hills, their return home was very short lived, but a hotel room in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada. Random as it seems, there was a big reason behind being there, not so much for J2H, but more so for Melody Grace. Her friendship with Gabriel and Odette Stevens was more than documented, Odette very much behind the reasons Melody is in the ring nowadays. Melody was once a fan of Odette, her infectious personality drawing Odette to her and taking her under her wing. All those years had grown from mentor and hero worship in to true friendship. Melody would drop everything and run halfway across the world for Odette, and today, from one side of America to the other side for a special reason, the birthday of a young boy who Melody adored, a young boy by the name of Lucas Stevens.
The young son of Gabriel and Odette Stevens is turning two today, and as usual, a Seven Deadly Sins linked occasion did not go past quitely, as a lavish birthday party for the now two year old was already being planned, was already in the works and had been for a long time. With a father who is a magician by trade, and a popular mother like Odette, the party was sure to be a time to remember and Melody wouldn't miss it for the world. J2H on the other hand had no desire to be at a childs birthday party, any childs birthday party, but he knew Melody would never forgive him if he decided to stay in Beverly Hills and not made the almost three hundred mile trip across states to the party.
He knew Lucas, or partly, many times a guest in the Stevens household, and although he would intentionally keep his distance from former rivals, he was always welcomed there because of his association with Melody. It didn't mean he actually wanted to be there today, but the joy in Melody's eyes every time the young boy was mentioned, showed him how much Melody cared, showed him that she'd give up so much to be there.
Melody was on a slide down lately, losing the Bombshell championship put a huge dent in her self confidence for a while, her silence at Climax Control was more to do with not knowing what to say, and J2H knew this would bring her a chance to forget about the world for a while and focus on a little boy who he knew would melt Melody's heart the second her saw her. He knew Lucus would smile and Melody would forget everything bad that's happened lately. He knew she needed this so kept his protests to a minimum, yet still wasn't motivated to actually move....
He sat on the sofa of the hotel room, the sounds of Melody getting ready in another room didn't distract him from his mindless focus on a television screen, his eyes on a program but his mind completely blank, taking nothing in from what he is watching. Slow, shallow breaths enter his lungs as he eases back on the sofa, slowly going in to a daze. Melody walks out behind him, a white silk robe covering her body, moving closer behind the sofa and looking down at him, her arms reaching down on him and wrapping them around him. She trails her fingers up his shirtless upperbody, easing them gently over his chest and pressing him on his nose, causing him to snap back to reality. Melody softly kisses him on the cheek, instinctively forcing J2H to put his head back and look at the blonde, her hair tied neatly back in a ponytail.
Melody: Babe, you should probably start to get ready to go. We should be leaving soon and we don't want to be late for Lucus' birthday party, he's gonna be so excited.
A deep breath comes from the former champion as he tilts his head back, looking at Melody once more.
J2H: I am ready.
Melody taps him on the head and points down, causing him to look down at his body.
Melody: As much as I like the way you look, and I do, I really, really do. I don't think your dressed for a birthday party.
Melody runs her hand over his chest, causing him to look down at his body and state of dress, observing the lack of shirt, white shorts that hang just above his knees and bare feet. A slight sigh comes from his lungs as he tilts his head back to look at his stunning girlfriend.
J2H: You think anyone will care? They'll be focused on the birthday boy. It's his day, I don't think anyone would even worry about what I'm dressed like.
Melody moves around the sofa, sitting next to him, before swinging her legs around and putting them across him.
Melody: There are going to be adults there too, Jam. Moms with their kids and of course Synn will be there, and Despy, and the rest of the Sins.
The thought of Despayre instantly makes him roll his eyes. The backstage area of SCW shows have been a lot more relaxing for the young man since Despayre took a break. No longer was a simple cup of coffee split because of Despayre randomly appearing out of nowhere to say hi to a man he considered his friend. Despayre was one of the few friends of Melody's he would tollerate for the sake of his girlfriend, he notoriously hated some of the people she decided to call friends, but Despayre was the only one he simply put up with for Melody.
J2H: Oh great, Despayre, a guy I haven't seen in weeks and it's been my most peaceful weeks in SCW. You know he's gonna try and hug me, right?
Melody nods her head and smiles at him as she shuffles closer to him, the tops of her legs now across his and her arms around his upper body.
Melody: Well that's what he said in his text message to me half an hour ago.
J2H looked at Melody, weighing up his options in his mind on how to possibly get out of the upcoming engagement. Looking deep in Melody's eyes, he considered how to get Melody to blow off something important, for his own personal gain. He's been manipulative in the past to try and get his own way, as proved by playing his hand in the game of hot potato concerning the SCW World Heavyweight championship, but deep down, he knew he was fighting a losing battle with this war. He knew that even if a unicorn appeared in the room and said she'd take Melody for a ride, Melody would ask her to come back later.
J2H: Oh great, that's my day then. Running and hiding from Despayre for the evening. Think Gabriel has any of the disappearing powder still left?
Melody playfully pats her boyfriend on the chest and traces her finger around his tattoo on his chest.
Melody: You know you're not getting out of this, right? Lucas would be so sad that uncle J couldn't be there with him on his special day.
J2H closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and looking at Melody.
J2H: I'm so not his uncle, you know that right? It wouldn't be fair to him to have one uncle as cool as me, and then one bat shit crazy like Despayre.
J2H pulls Melody on to his lap and puts his arms around her, a smile breaking out on to her face.
Melody: James Alexander Huntington-Hawkes III! What are you trying to do?
He returns Melody's smile with one of his own as he looks up to her.
J2H: Trying to give you a reason not to go to the party and stay here with me.
Melody shakes her head firmly at him.
Melody: A unicorn could show up, and ask to take me for a ride and I'll ask her to come back later.
A "well, that was weird." look comes from J2H as he runs his hands up her covered back, partly pleading with his eyes.
J2H: Yeah, I got no chance of winning this have I?
Melody shakes her head and kisses him on the forehead before spinning off his lap and sliding next to him.
Melody: We have to wrap up his presents too babe.
With a shake of his head, J2H points to the right side of the room, not turning his head or looking in that direction, causing Melody to turn her eyes in the direction he pointed.
J2H: No we don't.
Melody looks closely to see a pile of presents wrapped up and stacked neatly under the window. Her eyes widen as she looks at J2H.
Melody: You did all that?
He nods his head slowly as Melody rest her hand on his shoulder.
J2H: Of course not. Simpson came in while you was in the shower and did that. Like I know how to wrap up presents.
Melody: Oh... And why does there seem like there are more present there now, than there was when I went in to the shower?
J2H: Probably cause there is. I was browsing online and saw some stuff so I bought it, Simpson picked it up and there you go. Might not be able to wrap that shit, but I can sure as hell spend money.
A wide smile crosses the young blondes face before she plants a huge kiss on his cheek, firmly pressing her lips on his skin. She pulls her face away from his, looking at him.
Melody: Ok, now you need to go get ready because I don't want us to be late.
He sighs as he puts his hands on his knees and forces himself to his feet, walking towards the bedroom area and Melody follows him. He sits on the bed and grabs a white shirt nearby, slipping his arms through the sleeves and starts to button it up. Melody moves towards the other side of the room, her robe dropping to the floor. J2H finishes buttoning up his shirt and looks towards the floor, pulling on a pair of sandals and quickly fastening them up before turning back towards Melody, his arms out wide.
J2H: Ready.
Melody shakes her head at the former champion with a surprisingly stern look on her face.
Melody: Babe, you can't go dressed like that, you look like you're dressed for the beach, and not a kids party.
J2H: Well how do people dress for a kids party? It's not like I go to them all the time. Hell, this is probably the only kids party I've ever been to or ever likely to go to.
Melody: Smart Jam, dress smart, but casual.
He rolls his eyes and kicks off the sandals. Quickly getting to his feet, he steps in to the bathroom to the side of the room. Looking in the mirror, he quickly shakes his head.
J2H: What the fuck am I doing here?
Melody: And no cursing at the party, there will be lots of little ears around.
He lowers his head with a smile, always claiming that Melody has the hearing of a bat, much to her disagreement. He quickly takes a deep breath as he looks at himself in the mirror.
J2H: Just do this for Melody.
He nods firmly at himself before walking out of the bathroom and seeing Melody fully dressed. A knock on the hotel room door causes them both to turn aroud.
Melody: I'll get it so you can get ready.
J2H nods towards Melody as he looks around the room. The camera follows Melody as she walks towards the door of the hotel, reaching towards the handle as she gets nearby and pulls it down. The imposing figure of Simpson stands behind the door.
Simpson: Ms. Grace.
He nods his head politely as he looks towards the smaller woman, dwarfed by Simpson's height, leaving her in his shadow.
Melody: Simbabwe!
Melody holds her arms out, inviting him in to the room and Simpson quickly nods in response.
Simpson: Sir asked me to be here to help you to the car with the presents for young Master Stevens.
Melody: I'm sure Lucus wouldn't mind you calling him Lucas. I don't know if he knows what a master is yet.
Melody looks towards the ceiling in thought and puts her hand across her chin as Simpson moves towards the presents behind her.
Simpson: I'm sure someday he will appreciate being greeted with his proper title. The car will be here to take you both to the Stevens residence shortly Ms Grace.
Melody: Thanks Simmy!
The cheery tone to her voice causes the big man to smile as he starts to lift the presents, moving them across the room to the door. He moves back to pick up more and move them back to closer to the door. Melody impatentiently looks towards her watch and opens her mouth to call out to her boyfriend, but before she can, J2H walks out of the bedroom door, dressed in a silver suit, and the same white shirt he put on previously, the sandals replaced with black shining shoes.
J2H: Don't know why you was worried. Never takes me long to look good.
He moves towards Melody, who runs her hands down the suit jacket.
Melody: You do look very good, and I wish I could stand here and look at you more, but we're gonna be late.
Melody moves towards the door, reaching down and grabbing two presents as she goes. J2H looks at Simpson and shakes his head slowly.
J2H: Party doesn't even start for like an hour and we're twenty minutes away...
He sighs as he reaches down, picking up three presents and walks out of the door.
Ever been to a two year olds party? Well you're all invited. Yes, you heard me correctly, you're all invited to the home of Gabriel and Odette Stevens. All you need to do is switch over to the amazing promo done by Melody Grace. Trust me, it's something special, go now!
The time to talk is here, it's what gets people excited and in fairness, this is the person you want to hear from. Forget the other three - or four in the match if Jeremiah once again fights with the strength of two people - This is the person you wanna hear from.
Outside the Stevens' residence in Las Vegas, Nevada. The party is still going on behind J2H as he sits down on a chair on the patio, thankfully giving Despayre the slip for just enough time to speak about his opponents in just over a week. He leans back in comfortable looking chair and looks down the camera.
J2H: Fuck listening to Drake Green, fuck listening to Jeremiah Hardin and friends, and fuck listening to Rage, this is the person you need to sit there and listen to because unlike those people, at least you're gonna get some straight up fucking truth from this guy.
A confident looking grin crosses J2H's face as he looks down the camera.
J2H: The return to the ring of one of the greatest SCW stars ever to pull on boots anywhere in the world is about to happen. The man himself is about to light up the ring with everything you've missed this whole cycle. See, I haven't had to get in the ring to get my point across to anyone, I've just had to be there. Take a step back and think very clearly. When was the last time a man controlled a division without holding the belt? When was there ever a man who could make the title bounce from one puppet to the other without having to be in the ring? I haven't had to get in the ring to make you people dance around. Rage took the belt AFTER I beat the ever living daylights out of Drake Green. He took the belt because I did the work for him. Then fake champ Hardin took the belt because I appeared again, further proof on who was in control in the division and then you Rage, you took it back because I kept my word and actually stayed away. This division is the way it is, it has the interest it does because I'm the one who controls it.
The confidence transfer from his smile to running through his whole body.
J2H: I'm actually the one who pulls all the strings here, I'm the one who makes the division relevant, I'm the one manages to keep people interested in people they wouldn't usually give a fuck about without even having to wrestle. See, they've been waiting for my return to the ring, because they know I'm gonna get that title back. I showed the fans something you sub par wrestlers haven't shown them. I've shown them all to be careful what they wish for. Since me, they've seen three really shitty champions. All of a sudden, they missed me, they wished to god I never lost that belt. I showed them that J2H without the belt means the end of SCW as we know it. I showed them that they needed me to make things interesting and that's exactly what they're crying out for. They're crying out for the best to hold the belt, and I am the best, have no doubt about it. They want someone who works for the title, who will die for the title and that's certainly not you three. Do you think Drake Green would put everything on the line to lead this company?
J2H slowly shakes his head, knowing his words are justified.
J2H: Drake Green wouldn't do a damn thing to promote this company, my title, he couldn't, he doesn't have it in him. Drake Green can barely get out of bed in the morning these days, he doesn't have the motivation. Drake of old times, he would have done everything he could have, but the man you're gonna see in the ring is not the Drake Green you knew. He's a man going through the motions, he's a man with only his personal gain in mind and believe me, the championship belt is not the gain he wants. What Drake Green wants is to be out there and get himself beat up more than he's ever been before by anyone before. I know, it sounds strange, but it's true. Drake actually wants to come to the ring and get beat up big time. I know you're wondering why.
He pauses for dramatic effect, leaving people watching to wonder.
J2H: Sympathy.
A mock look of shock crosses J2H's face before it turns back in to a smile.
J2H: Seriously, you didn't figure that one out? You didn't think for a second Drake wouldn't want sympathy from you short sighted fucks? Newsflash, Drake won't be here after he loses this match, cause his purpose to be here will be done, his mission will be complete. He'll have done what he set out to do. He'll be fielding calls from movie people feeling sorry for him and that will land him more roles than ever before. There's nothing that America loves more than a loveable loser.
A casual look paints itself on the former SCW World Champions face.
J2H: Seriously, you buy music from people who can't sing on reality shows because you love a fucking loser America. Those loveable losers can relate to you all and that's what Drake Green will become after this match. It started the second Rage took advantage of my hard work. Everyone sat there and thought Drake's record breaking moment was ruined, oh poor Drake, he must feel so bad. Wrong! He loved it cause it started off what he wanted, you felt sorry for him and he got exactly what he wanted. When he gets beaten in to the canvas this show, people will feel so sorry for him, his career will sky rocket outside SCW. I've said it all along and I will constantly say it over and over and over until you get it through your thick little skulls. Drake Green uses SCW, he uses it for his career outside. He uses it so that he can get the sympathy he needs for you to go and watch his shit movies. These words are true, nothing but truth and you fall for it each and every time. You do it without fail and you don't see how much Drake Green plays you all like a set of drums.
He inhales sharply before slowly exhaling.
J2H: His commitment to SCW is not even there and this guy is someone you can honestly see winning the championship that deserves to be with me? If he got lucky again and somehow managed to walk out with the title, he'll give it up on Climax Control the next week. This is how much he cares about SCW and how much he cares about you all. He simply doesn't, and he will go out there, get beat up and go home knowing that he got everything he wanted from all you people. You cheer him, you need to take a good look in the mirror and see that you're just not that clever. Wise up people, cause that guy ain't the guy you should be cheering. This ain't the guy who deserves your cheer, this is the guy that wants to get beaten.
J2H shrugs as he looks casual.
J2H: Well your wish is my command Drake, because I will send you out of SCW beaten, broken and worse than you've ever been. I'll show you that you got lucky when you took my title and I've learned from my mistakes and will not repeat it. Better get your nurse on standby, cause you're going back to the home old man.
He stops for a second, letting his mind refocuses on the next opponent to talk about.
J2H: There's another fraud in this match too, not just Drake Green and he's been the talking point not for a win, but for the help he got talking about. No prizes for guessing who.
He rolls his eyes, knowing the fans know exactly who he's talking about.
J2H: You know you've fucked up Jeremiah, when everyone takes a shot at you in their promos last week, even the good guys.
J2H laughs for a few seconds before looking down the camera, trying to hide a smile.
J2H: You really are a joke. I bet you're sitting here waiting for me to submit this promo to the editing people, so you can record more to yours so you don't end up too much in my shadow. Does prove your cheating nature.
A serious look crosses his face.
J2H: Couldn't do it on your own and you know it. We all know it and people have turned against you. You're pretty fucking lucky you're in this match, staff probably didn't know what to do with you. You know what people are gonna remember from your cheap title reign Jeremiah? Absolutely fucking nothing good at all. Let's see what you did, shall we? You got help winning the belt, that's for fucking sure, and deny it all you want, you know you did. You didn't lead your division in your lengthy.... ummmm, two week reign. One ring promo in two shows and even that sucked more than a baby at a tit. I mean it was truly awful, generic shit that even the newest of wrestlers can do. It felt like a five year old talking, it was so bad, it made me cringe. There was no creativity, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to remember, just woeful. I had to admit it, but Steve Ramone and Travis Nathaniel Andrews can hold a crowd better than you, and be more entertaining. All those cheers you heard was in your head. It was seriously shit. You should be ashamed of that because in one fail swoop, you tried to assassinate SCW's reputation.
He slowly shakes his head in disgust.
J2H: You tried to kill SCW with the way you did things. You tried to ruin everything everyone's ever done to give this place a good reputation, and instead shot yourself in the foot because all you managed to do was ruin your own reputation. You've torn up your own reputation so bad that I can promise you that this will be your last title shot for this belt you'll ever get. Can even promise you this, that myself and the other two in the match don't want you in this match, don't want to work with you ever again after this match, cause you're fucking embarrassing. Not even a little bit embarrassing, but seriously the most embarrassing so called wrestler to step in a ring.
He grits his jaw before continuing.
J2H: You shouldn't be in this match Jeremiah, you know it as well as I do. SCW should have drug tested you because before I turned up, you looked like Jeremiah plus one, you looked like you had the strength of two people, because there was more to your work than before. That's not a compliment because you needed help to get the belt, but talk as much shit as you want, but you knew you'd never beat Rage on your own and Rage showed that last week. Tell the world again how you wasn't a paper champion, when clearly you was cause you did nothing to show differently. You're actually laughable. I'm not gonna lie, I laughed for days when I heard you rant that you was gonna kick my ass!
J2H bites his lower lip to hide a smile.
J2H: Seriously, kick my ass? You and who else? Gonna bring The Fallen with you? Gonna bring The Unholy Alliance with you.... Also, for the record, your stable name sucks! Who you gonna get to help you kick my ass Jeremiah? World knows you couldn't kick my ass on your own, just like you couldn't kick Rage's ass on his own. I laughed so hard at the thought of you kicking anyone's ass on your own, I almost broke a rib. I knew you couldn't beat anyone at all on your own but I'm gonna tell you something Austin Parker told me a long time ago, and that is actions speak louder than words. Considering your actions, you must be a monk and taken a vow of silence.
A cocky smirk crosses his face.
J2H: I mean I haven't exactly been hard to find. I haven't hid from you. I showed up last week, I sat in my dressing room the whole show, didn't move at all. Just sat there and watched openers do better than anything you could have done, but no, you was too busy dicking around being controlled by that horrible looking woman and forming a new stable with a shit name. Good job buddy, you really went through with your word to kick my ass. Way to go!
J2H tilts his head as he looks down the camera.
J2H: You had every opportunity to come and find me and you just didn't. Not only are you a man who needs help, you're clearly a man who has no intention of backing up his words. This makes you a joke Jeremiah, an unfunny joke. You had your chance but no, didn't do a thing. What was the truth? The Fallen wouldn't let you out of their sight? The world knows you're their bitch, I mean they return and then you return, coincidence? I and the rest of humanity think not. You're a bitch now Jeremiah, you will always be a bitch, you're not a wrestler, you're just a little boy who does what he's told, so I'm gonna tell you to just stay in the back and allow this match to have some credibility. With you in it, it has none at all.
He presses his hands together and pauses.
J2H: Ok, this promo is submitted now bitch boy, so do what you always do and record more to yours trying to make mine look worse. I expect nothing less from a half a champ like you.
A confident look passes over the champions face as he gets ready to talk about one more opponent.
J2H: Now it must be time to talk to you Benedict Arnold.... Or would you prefer Judas?
He waits as if he's waiting for an answer.
J2H: Now I know you might be in the house behind me, but this one is gonna be a good little surprise when you switch on whatever device you have, by that I mean when Kittie turns it on for you because you're still at the level of paper and pen, and see this. I've been thinking Rage, something stuck in my head just a little bit. How are you any different from the guy that needed help to take the title from you?
J2H puts his hands out flat, palms up.
J2H: See, he wasn't the only one that needed a helping hand to win the belt to start with. Was it not me who beat Drake Green down for you to even beat him? Just like half a champ, did you not need an advantage to win the belt? Oh Rage, I think you did. I beat up Drake, I distracted you, I control the fucking division and you used a shortcut just like he did. Still gonna sit and preach that you're better than he is?
J2H quickly shakes his head and smiles.
J2H: Didn't think so. You're as big a fraud as he is.... I bet Hardin is gonna see this and agree but you Rage, you needed as much help as he did. Also wanna tell you something Rage, oh it's not a confession of anything but something I find amusing. You see when you burst through the curtains when you lost the belt to half champ, looking for me, growling, spitting all over the place like a dog with rabies, asking where I was. I was standing right behind you trying not to laugh as you covered everyone within a ten foot radius with your saliva. I was sitting there watching you growl and moan and sulk, all about getting screwed over.
The former champion raises an eyebrow as he looks down the camera.
J2H: Not nice when that happens to you, is it Rage? Not nice when you thought something was safe only to be taken down. It's not very nice when you think you're walking through a safe part of the jungle and a snake appears and just attacks for no reason. Every action you made, got an equal reaction out of me. You fucked me over, I fucked you over and you fucking deserved it. Oh you deserved it so damn much and the fans loved it. They never wanted to see you with a belt to start with, they didn't wanna see you walking around with something because you thought it was your god given right to have it. They knew you shouldn't have had it and your ego is bigger than mine. I worked for my success, I worked to be a champion, I never thought it was my God given right to have that belt, but you did. Why? Cause you're a hundred years old and think you deserved it because you've been around forever?
A firm head shake confirms the way J2H feels.
J2H: Dude, you're fucking dull as dirty water, no one wanted you to have that belt because they couldn't put up with you talking in your one tone voice, telling them how great you are and how you deserved it when they knew that you are never great, no do you deserve it. I heard you cried when people were talking about me losing the belt rather than you winning it. You probably cried when people were calling Hardin a cheat, rather than saying oh my God, Rage lost the belt. That should show you that you're not as good as you think you are in your own little mind. The day you retire, no one will care.
He pauses to smirk down the camera.
J2H: In fact, please retire and soon. You're stale Rage and you offer SCW nothing at all. You being at the top stops younger people coming through, people with two things you don't have.... Charisma and moves that were made after nineteen ninety.
A happy, satisfied look crosses his face.
J2H: You're old, you're outdated, you should have retired years ago, you shouldn't even be an SCW employee so after I get rid of you, after I being my title back home and we all know that's exactly what's gonna happen. The fans know, everyone in the back knows and I know, please do us all the biggest favor you can possibly do, do something everyone will remember you for and retire. Just go and let the new generation, the younger generation, the one's who can entertain, do their job because Rage, you don't fit in anymore. Long gone are the days of big men throwing punches and getting cheers, long gone and forgotten. Today's wrestling scene has changed, it needs people who will surprise, people who will electrify the crowd and you couldn't electrify a crowd even if you dropped them in water and threw a live cable in.
Another satisfied look goes on to his face.
J2H: You could have known your place in SCW, be known for being on my side but you decided it wasn't good enough for you. I'm gonna make you regret that choice Rage, I'm gonna make you wish you never had the nerve to step up to me. You could have had a role in SCW for many years to come but you choose to end your career. All you have left is my belt, and believe it when I say I will be taking that one away from you at Into The Void VI. I will be taken away your reason for even being here in SCW. You're gonna wish you stayed on my side Rage, because against me, that was career suicide.
J2H stands up and looks down the camera, a serious look on his face.
J2H: I don't even give a fuck which one of you three I have to pin. I don't care if I have to pin all three of you. The fact remains that this match is very simple. We have a man with no commitment, a man who needs help, and a man so old, his first job was dinosaur hunting. Then we have a man who ticks every single box it takes to be an SCW star, to be an SCW champion, to lead SCW from the front once more, something we haven't seen in almost two months. This fed has been leaderless since I lost the SCW World Heavyweight championship. I have proved by being here and talking on camera every week, influencing every single thing that happens with that division, that there is only one man to take back control of this division and put everything right once more. Rage is not the man to lead it, Hardin can't do it alone, and Drake Green is already thinking about how many movie offers he's about to get for losing. There is one to restore normality and that man will rise, he will grab the reigns again and he will give you all what you've been missing. Fear not, normal service will be resumed in SCW on May fourteenth, when I become the SCW World Heavyweight champion once more.
A confident smirk crosses his face as he nods firmly.
J2H: That's real talk bitch!
J2H turns and walks in to the house as the camera fades out. [/font]
J2H: No, just no babe.
A frown crosses Melody's face as she looks down at him and shakes his shoulder once more, trying to stir him.
Melody: I figured if we get there early, we can grab coffee, get to the hotel and relax, maybe go to a casino for a little bit and we can have some us time.
J2H sits up again, looking towards Melody with eyes half open.
J2H: Alright, but you're gonna owe me for this one. Five in the morning, damn!
J2H turns his legs out of the bed and plants them on the floor.
J2H: Things I do....
The camera fades out.
Closer to home yet not exactly.
Mid afternoon on Friday, another hotel room is a place to call a temporary home, this time away from other SCW stars still hanging out in Boston, or moving on to New York. A rare trip closer to home, not quiet the mansion in Beverly Hills, their return home was very short lived, but a hotel room in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada. Random as it seems, there was a big reason behind being there, not so much for J2H, but more so for Melody Grace. Her friendship with Gabriel and Odette Stevens was more than documented, Odette very much behind the reasons Melody is in the ring nowadays. Melody was once a fan of Odette, her infectious personality drawing Odette to her and taking her under her wing. All those years had grown from mentor and hero worship in to true friendship. Melody would drop everything and run halfway across the world for Odette, and today, from one side of America to the other side for a special reason, the birthday of a young boy who Melody adored, a young boy by the name of Lucas Stevens.
The young son of Gabriel and Odette Stevens is turning two today, and as usual, a Seven Deadly Sins linked occasion did not go past quitely, as a lavish birthday party for the now two year old was already being planned, was already in the works and had been for a long time. With a father who is a magician by trade, and a popular mother like Odette, the party was sure to be a time to remember and Melody wouldn't miss it for the world. J2H on the other hand had no desire to be at a childs birthday party, any childs birthday party, but he knew Melody would never forgive him if he decided to stay in Beverly Hills and not made the almost three hundred mile trip across states to the party.
He knew Lucas, or partly, many times a guest in the Stevens household, and although he would intentionally keep his distance from former rivals, he was always welcomed there because of his association with Melody. It didn't mean he actually wanted to be there today, but the joy in Melody's eyes every time the young boy was mentioned, showed him how much Melody cared, showed him that she'd give up so much to be there.
Melody was on a slide down lately, losing the Bombshell championship put a huge dent in her self confidence for a while, her silence at Climax Control was more to do with not knowing what to say, and J2H knew this would bring her a chance to forget about the world for a while and focus on a little boy who he knew would melt Melody's heart the second her saw her. He knew Lucus would smile and Melody would forget everything bad that's happened lately. He knew she needed this so kept his protests to a minimum, yet still wasn't motivated to actually move....
He sat on the sofa of the hotel room, the sounds of Melody getting ready in another room didn't distract him from his mindless focus on a television screen, his eyes on a program but his mind completely blank, taking nothing in from what he is watching. Slow, shallow breaths enter his lungs as he eases back on the sofa, slowly going in to a daze. Melody walks out behind him, a white silk robe covering her body, moving closer behind the sofa and looking down at him, her arms reaching down on him and wrapping them around him. She trails her fingers up his shirtless upperbody, easing them gently over his chest and pressing him on his nose, causing him to snap back to reality. Melody softly kisses him on the cheek, instinctively forcing J2H to put his head back and look at the blonde, her hair tied neatly back in a ponytail.
Melody: Babe, you should probably start to get ready to go. We should be leaving soon and we don't want to be late for Lucus' birthday party, he's gonna be so excited.
A deep breath comes from the former champion as he tilts his head back, looking at Melody once more.
J2H: I am ready.
Melody taps him on the head and points down, causing him to look down at his body.
Melody: As much as I like the way you look, and I do, I really, really do. I don't think your dressed for a birthday party.
Melody runs her hand over his chest, causing him to look down at his body and state of dress, observing the lack of shirt, white shorts that hang just above his knees and bare feet. A slight sigh comes from his lungs as he tilts his head back to look at his stunning girlfriend.
J2H: You think anyone will care? They'll be focused on the birthday boy. It's his day, I don't think anyone would even worry about what I'm dressed like.
Melody moves around the sofa, sitting next to him, before swinging her legs around and putting them across him.
Melody: There are going to be adults there too, Jam. Moms with their kids and of course Synn will be there, and Despy, and the rest of the Sins.
The thought of Despayre instantly makes him roll his eyes. The backstage area of SCW shows have been a lot more relaxing for the young man since Despayre took a break. No longer was a simple cup of coffee split because of Despayre randomly appearing out of nowhere to say hi to a man he considered his friend. Despayre was one of the few friends of Melody's he would tollerate for the sake of his girlfriend, he notoriously hated some of the people she decided to call friends, but Despayre was the only one he simply put up with for Melody.
J2H: Oh great, Despayre, a guy I haven't seen in weeks and it's been my most peaceful weeks in SCW. You know he's gonna try and hug me, right?
Melody nods her head and smiles at him as she shuffles closer to him, the tops of her legs now across his and her arms around his upper body.
Melody: Well that's what he said in his text message to me half an hour ago.
J2H looked at Melody, weighing up his options in his mind on how to possibly get out of the upcoming engagement. Looking deep in Melody's eyes, he considered how to get Melody to blow off something important, for his own personal gain. He's been manipulative in the past to try and get his own way, as proved by playing his hand in the game of hot potato concerning the SCW World Heavyweight championship, but deep down, he knew he was fighting a losing battle with this war. He knew that even if a unicorn appeared in the room and said she'd take Melody for a ride, Melody would ask her to come back later.
J2H: Oh great, that's my day then. Running and hiding from Despayre for the evening. Think Gabriel has any of the disappearing powder still left?
Melody playfully pats her boyfriend on the chest and traces her finger around his tattoo on his chest.
Melody: You know you're not getting out of this, right? Lucas would be so sad that uncle J couldn't be there with him on his special day.
J2H closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and looking at Melody.
J2H: I'm so not his uncle, you know that right? It wouldn't be fair to him to have one uncle as cool as me, and then one bat shit crazy like Despayre.
J2H pulls Melody on to his lap and puts his arms around her, a smile breaking out on to her face.
Melody: James Alexander Huntington-Hawkes III! What are you trying to do?
He returns Melody's smile with one of his own as he looks up to her.
J2H: Trying to give you a reason not to go to the party and stay here with me.
Melody shakes her head firmly at him.
Melody: A unicorn could show up, and ask to take me for a ride and I'll ask her to come back later.
A "well, that was weird." look comes from J2H as he runs his hands up her covered back, partly pleading with his eyes.
J2H: Yeah, I got no chance of winning this have I?
Melody shakes her head and kisses him on the forehead before spinning off his lap and sliding next to him.
Melody: We have to wrap up his presents too babe.
With a shake of his head, J2H points to the right side of the room, not turning his head or looking in that direction, causing Melody to turn her eyes in the direction he pointed.
J2H: No we don't.
Melody looks closely to see a pile of presents wrapped up and stacked neatly under the window. Her eyes widen as she looks at J2H.
Melody: You did all that?
He nods his head slowly as Melody rest her hand on his shoulder.
J2H: Of course not. Simpson came in while you was in the shower and did that. Like I know how to wrap up presents.
Melody: Oh... And why does there seem like there are more present there now, than there was when I went in to the shower?
J2H: Probably cause there is. I was browsing online and saw some stuff so I bought it, Simpson picked it up and there you go. Might not be able to wrap that shit, but I can sure as hell spend money.
A wide smile crosses the young blondes face before she plants a huge kiss on his cheek, firmly pressing her lips on his skin. She pulls her face away from his, looking at him.
Melody: Ok, now you need to go get ready because I don't want us to be late.
He sighs as he puts his hands on his knees and forces himself to his feet, walking towards the bedroom area and Melody follows him. He sits on the bed and grabs a white shirt nearby, slipping his arms through the sleeves and starts to button it up. Melody moves towards the other side of the room, her robe dropping to the floor. J2H finishes buttoning up his shirt and looks towards the floor, pulling on a pair of sandals and quickly fastening them up before turning back towards Melody, his arms out wide.
J2H: Ready.
Melody shakes her head at the former champion with a surprisingly stern look on her face.
Melody: Babe, you can't go dressed like that, you look like you're dressed for the beach, and not a kids party.
J2H: Well how do people dress for a kids party? It's not like I go to them all the time. Hell, this is probably the only kids party I've ever been to or ever likely to go to.
Melody: Smart Jam, dress smart, but casual.
He rolls his eyes and kicks off the sandals. Quickly getting to his feet, he steps in to the bathroom to the side of the room. Looking in the mirror, he quickly shakes his head.
J2H: What the fuck am I doing here?
Melody: And no cursing at the party, there will be lots of little ears around.
He lowers his head with a smile, always claiming that Melody has the hearing of a bat, much to her disagreement. He quickly takes a deep breath as he looks at himself in the mirror.
J2H: Just do this for Melody.
He nods firmly at himself before walking out of the bathroom and seeing Melody fully dressed. A knock on the hotel room door causes them both to turn aroud.
Melody: I'll get it so you can get ready.
J2H nods towards Melody as he looks around the room. The camera follows Melody as she walks towards the door of the hotel, reaching towards the handle as she gets nearby and pulls it down. The imposing figure of Simpson stands behind the door.
Simpson: Ms. Grace.
He nods his head politely as he looks towards the smaller woman, dwarfed by Simpson's height, leaving her in his shadow.
Melody: Simbabwe!
Melody holds her arms out, inviting him in to the room and Simpson quickly nods in response.
Simpson: Sir asked me to be here to help you to the car with the presents for young Master Stevens.
Melody: I'm sure Lucus wouldn't mind you calling him Lucas. I don't know if he knows what a master is yet.
Melody looks towards the ceiling in thought and puts her hand across her chin as Simpson moves towards the presents behind her.
Simpson: I'm sure someday he will appreciate being greeted with his proper title. The car will be here to take you both to the Stevens residence shortly Ms Grace.
Melody: Thanks Simmy!
The cheery tone to her voice causes the big man to smile as he starts to lift the presents, moving them across the room to the door. He moves back to pick up more and move them back to closer to the door. Melody impatentiently looks towards her watch and opens her mouth to call out to her boyfriend, but before she can, J2H walks out of the bedroom door, dressed in a silver suit, and the same white shirt he put on previously, the sandals replaced with black shining shoes.
J2H: Don't know why you was worried. Never takes me long to look good.
He moves towards Melody, who runs her hands down the suit jacket.
Melody: You do look very good, and I wish I could stand here and look at you more, but we're gonna be late.
Melody moves towards the door, reaching down and grabbing two presents as she goes. J2H looks at Simpson and shakes his head slowly.
J2H: Party doesn't even start for like an hour and we're twenty minutes away...
He sighs as he reaches down, picking up three presents and walks out of the door.
Ever been to a two year olds party? Well you're all invited. Yes, you heard me correctly, you're all invited to the home of Gabriel and Odette Stevens. All you need to do is switch over to the amazing promo done by Melody Grace. Trust me, it's something special, go now!
The time to talk is here, it's what gets people excited and in fairness, this is the person you want to hear from. Forget the other three - or four in the match if Jeremiah once again fights with the strength of two people - This is the person you wanna hear from.
Outside the Stevens' residence in Las Vegas, Nevada. The party is still going on behind J2H as he sits down on a chair on the patio, thankfully giving Despayre the slip for just enough time to speak about his opponents in just over a week. He leans back in comfortable looking chair and looks down the camera.
J2H: Fuck listening to Drake Green, fuck listening to Jeremiah Hardin and friends, and fuck listening to Rage, this is the person you need to sit there and listen to because unlike those people, at least you're gonna get some straight up fucking truth from this guy.
A confident looking grin crosses J2H's face as he looks down the camera.
J2H: The return to the ring of one of the greatest SCW stars ever to pull on boots anywhere in the world is about to happen. The man himself is about to light up the ring with everything you've missed this whole cycle. See, I haven't had to get in the ring to get my point across to anyone, I've just had to be there. Take a step back and think very clearly. When was the last time a man controlled a division without holding the belt? When was there ever a man who could make the title bounce from one puppet to the other without having to be in the ring? I haven't had to get in the ring to make you people dance around. Rage took the belt AFTER I beat the ever living daylights out of Drake Green. He took the belt because I did the work for him. Then fake champ Hardin took the belt because I appeared again, further proof on who was in control in the division and then you Rage, you took it back because I kept my word and actually stayed away. This division is the way it is, it has the interest it does because I'm the one who controls it.
The confidence transfer from his smile to running through his whole body.
J2H: I'm actually the one who pulls all the strings here, I'm the one who makes the division relevant, I'm the one manages to keep people interested in people they wouldn't usually give a fuck about without even having to wrestle. See, they've been waiting for my return to the ring, because they know I'm gonna get that title back. I showed the fans something you sub par wrestlers haven't shown them. I've shown them all to be careful what they wish for. Since me, they've seen three really shitty champions. All of a sudden, they missed me, they wished to god I never lost that belt. I showed them that J2H without the belt means the end of SCW as we know it. I showed them that they needed me to make things interesting and that's exactly what they're crying out for. They're crying out for the best to hold the belt, and I am the best, have no doubt about it. They want someone who works for the title, who will die for the title and that's certainly not you three. Do you think Drake Green would put everything on the line to lead this company?
J2H slowly shakes his head, knowing his words are justified.
J2H: Drake Green wouldn't do a damn thing to promote this company, my title, he couldn't, he doesn't have it in him. Drake Green can barely get out of bed in the morning these days, he doesn't have the motivation. Drake of old times, he would have done everything he could have, but the man you're gonna see in the ring is not the Drake Green you knew. He's a man going through the motions, he's a man with only his personal gain in mind and believe me, the championship belt is not the gain he wants. What Drake Green wants is to be out there and get himself beat up more than he's ever been before by anyone before. I know, it sounds strange, but it's true. Drake actually wants to come to the ring and get beat up big time. I know you're wondering why.
He pauses for dramatic effect, leaving people watching to wonder.
J2H: Sympathy.
A mock look of shock crosses J2H's face before it turns back in to a smile.
J2H: Seriously, you didn't figure that one out? You didn't think for a second Drake wouldn't want sympathy from you short sighted fucks? Newsflash, Drake won't be here after he loses this match, cause his purpose to be here will be done, his mission will be complete. He'll have done what he set out to do. He'll be fielding calls from movie people feeling sorry for him and that will land him more roles than ever before. There's nothing that America loves more than a loveable loser.
A casual look paints itself on the former SCW World Champions face.
J2H: Seriously, you buy music from people who can't sing on reality shows because you love a fucking loser America. Those loveable losers can relate to you all and that's what Drake Green will become after this match. It started the second Rage took advantage of my hard work. Everyone sat there and thought Drake's record breaking moment was ruined, oh poor Drake, he must feel so bad. Wrong! He loved it cause it started off what he wanted, you felt sorry for him and he got exactly what he wanted. When he gets beaten in to the canvas this show, people will feel so sorry for him, his career will sky rocket outside SCW. I've said it all along and I will constantly say it over and over and over until you get it through your thick little skulls. Drake Green uses SCW, he uses it for his career outside. He uses it so that he can get the sympathy he needs for you to go and watch his shit movies. These words are true, nothing but truth and you fall for it each and every time. You do it without fail and you don't see how much Drake Green plays you all like a set of drums.
He inhales sharply before slowly exhaling.
J2H: His commitment to SCW is not even there and this guy is someone you can honestly see winning the championship that deserves to be with me? If he got lucky again and somehow managed to walk out with the title, he'll give it up on Climax Control the next week. This is how much he cares about SCW and how much he cares about you all. He simply doesn't, and he will go out there, get beat up and go home knowing that he got everything he wanted from all you people. You cheer him, you need to take a good look in the mirror and see that you're just not that clever. Wise up people, cause that guy ain't the guy you should be cheering. This ain't the guy who deserves your cheer, this is the guy that wants to get beaten.
J2H shrugs as he looks casual.
J2H: Well your wish is my command Drake, because I will send you out of SCW beaten, broken and worse than you've ever been. I'll show you that you got lucky when you took my title and I've learned from my mistakes and will not repeat it. Better get your nurse on standby, cause you're going back to the home old man.
He stops for a second, letting his mind refocuses on the next opponent to talk about.
J2H: There's another fraud in this match too, not just Drake Green and he's been the talking point not for a win, but for the help he got talking about. No prizes for guessing who.
He rolls his eyes, knowing the fans know exactly who he's talking about.
J2H: You know you've fucked up Jeremiah, when everyone takes a shot at you in their promos last week, even the good guys.
J2H laughs for a few seconds before looking down the camera, trying to hide a smile.
J2H: You really are a joke. I bet you're sitting here waiting for me to submit this promo to the editing people, so you can record more to yours so you don't end up too much in my shadow. Does prove your cheating nature.
A serious look crosses his face.
J2H: Couldn't do it on your own and you know it. We all know it and people have turned against you. You're pretty fucking lucky you're in this match, staff probably didn't know what to do with you. You know what people are gonna remember from your cheap title reign Jeremiah? Absolutely fucking nothing good at all. Let's see what you did, shall we? You got help winning the belt, that's for fucking sure, and deny it all you want, you know you did. You didn't lead your division in your lengthy.... ummmm, two week reign. One ring promo in two shows and even that sucked more than a baby at a tit. I mean it was truly awful, generic shit that even the newest of wrestlers can do. It felt like a five year old talking, it was so bad, it made me cringe. There was no creativity, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to remember, just woeful. I had to admit it, but Steve Ramone and Travis Nathaniel Andrews can hold a crowd better than you, and be more entertaining. All those cheers you heard was in your head. It was seriously shit. You should be ashamed of that because in one fail swoop, you tried to assassinate SCW's reputation.
He slowly shakes his head in disgust.
J2H: You tried to kill SCW with the way you did things. You tried to ruin everything everyone's ever done to give this place a good reputation, and instead shot yourself in the foot because all you managed to do was ruin your own reputation. You've torn up your own reputation so bad that I can promise you that this will be your last title shot for this belt you'll ever get. Can even promise you this, that myself and the other two in the match don't want you in this match, don't want to work with you ever again after this match, cause you're fucking embarrassing. Not even a little bit embarrassing, but seriously the most embarrassing so called wrestler to step in a ring.
He grits his jaw before continuing.
J2H: You shouldn't be in this match Jeremiah, you know it as well as I do. SCW should have drug tested you because before I turned up, you looked like Jeremiah plus one, you looked like you had the strength of two people, because there was more to your work than before. That's not a compliment because you needed help to get the belt, but talk as much shit as you want, but you knew you'd never beat Rage on your own and Rage showed that last week. Tell the world again how you wasn't a paper champion, when clearly you was cause you did nothing to show differently. You're actually laughable. I'm not gonna lie, I laughed for days when I heard you rant that you was gonna kick my ass!
J2H bites his lower lip to hide a smile.
J2H: Seriously, kick my ass? You and who else? Gonna bring The Fallen with you? Gonna bring The Unholy Alliance with you.... Also, for the record, your stable name sucks! Who you gonna get to help you kick my ass Jeremiah? World knows you couldn't kick my ass on your own, just like you couldn't kick Rage's ass on his own. I laughed so hard at the thought of you kicking anyone's ass on your own, I almost broke a rib. I knew you couldn't beat anyone at all on your own but I'm gonna tell you something Austin Parker told me a long time ago, and that is actions speak louder than words. Considering your actions, you must be a monk and taken a vow of silence.
A cocky smirk crosses his face.
J2H: I mean I haven't exactly been hard to find. I haven't hid from you. I showed up last week, I sat in my dressing room the whole show, didn't move at all. Just sat there and watched openers do better than anything you could have done, but no, you was too busy dicking around being controlled by that horrible looking woman and forming a new stable with a shit name. Good job buddy, you really went through with your word to kick my ass. Way to go!
J2H tilts his head as he looks down the camera.
J2H: You had every opportunity to come and find me and you just didn't. Not only are you a man who needs help, you're clearly a man who has no intention of backing up his words. This makes you a joke Jeremiah, an unfunny joke. You had your chance but no, didn't do a thing. What was the truth? The Fallen wouldn't let you out of their sight? The world knows you're their bitch, I mean they return and then you return, coincidence? I and the rest of humanity think not. You're a bitch now Jeremiah, you will always be a bitch, you're not a wrestler, you're just a little boy who does what he's told, so I'm gonna tell you to just stay in the back and allow this match to have some credibility. With you in it, it has none at all.
He presses his hands together and pauses.
J2H: Ok, this promo is submitted now bitch boy, so do what you always do and record more to yours trying to make mine look worse. I expect nothing less from a half a champ like you.
A confident look passes over the champions face as he gets ready to talk about one more opponent.
J2H: Now it must be time to talk to you Benedict Arnold.... Or would you prefer Judas?
He waits as if he's waiting for an answer.
J2H: Now I know you might be in the house behind me, but this one is gonna be a good little surprise when you switch on whatever device you have, by that I mean when Kittie turns it on for you because you're still at the level of paper and pen, and see this. I've been thinking Rage, something stuck in my head just a little bit. How are you any different from the guy that needed help to take the title from you?
J2H puts his hands out flat, palms up.
J2H: See, he wasn't the only one that needed a helping hand to win the belt to start with. Was it not me who beat Drake Green down for you to even beat him? Just like half a champ, did you not need an advantage to win the belt? Oh Rage, I think you did. I beat up Drake, I distracted you, I control the fucking division and you used a shortcut just like he did. Still gonna sit and preach that you're better than he is?
J2H quickly shakes his head and smiles.
J2H: Didn't think so. You're as big a fraud as he is.... I bet Hardin is gonna see this and agree but you Rage, you needed as much help as he did. Also wanna tell you something Rage, oh it's not a confession of anything but something I find amusing. You see when you burst through the curtains when you lost the belt to half champ, looking for me, growling, spitting all over the place like a dog with rabies, asking where I was. I was standing right behind you trying not to laugh as you covered everyone within a ten foot radius with your saliva. I was sitting there watching you growl and moan and sulk, all about getting screwed over.
The former champion raises an eyebrow as he looks down the camera.
J2H: Not nice when that happens to you, is it Rage? Not nice when you thought something was safe only to be taken down. It's not very nice when you think you're walking through a safe part of the jungle and a snake appears and just attacks for no reason. Every action you made, got an equal reaction out of me. You fucked me over, I fucked you over and you fucking deserved it. Oh you deserved it so damn much and the fans loved it. They never wanted to see you with a belt to start with, they didn't wanna see you walking around with something because you thought it was your god given right to have it. They knew you shouldn't have had it and your ego is bigger than mine. I worked for my success, I worked to be a champion, I never thought it was my God given right to have that belt, but you did. Why? Cause you're a hundred years old and think you deserved it because you've been around forever?
A firm head shake confirms the way J2H feels.
J2H: Dude, you're fucking dull as dirty water, no one wanted you to have that belt because they couldn't put up with you talking in your one tone voice, telling them how great you are and how you deserved it when they knew that you are never great, no do you deserve it. I heard you cried when people were talking about me losing the belt rather than you winning it. You probably cried when people were calling Hardin a cheat, rather than saying oh my God, Rage lost the belt. That should show you that you're not as good as you think you are in your own little mind. The day you retire, no one will care.
He pauses to smirk down the camera.
J2H: In fact, please retire and soon. You're stale Rage and you offer SCW nothing at all. You being at the top stops younger people coming through, people with two things you don't have.... Charisma and moves that were made after nineteen ninety.
A happy, satisfied look crosses his face.
J2H: You're old, you're outdated, you should have retired years ago, you shouldn't even be an SCW employee so after I get rid of you, after I being my title back home and we all know that's exactly what's gonna happen. The fans know, everyone in the back knows and I know, please do us all the biggest favor you can possibly do, do something everyone will remember you for and retire. Just go and let the new generation, the younger generation, the one's who can entertain, do their job because Rage, you don't fit in anymore. Long gone are the days of big men throwing punches and getting cheers, long gone and forgotten. Today's wrestling scene has changed, it needs people who will surprise, people who will electrify the crowd and you couldn't electrify a crowd even if you dropped them in water and threw a live cable in.
Another satisfied look goes on to his face.
J2H: You could have known your place in SCW, be known for being on my side but you decided it wasn't good enough for you. I'm gonna make you regret that choice Rage, I'm gonna make you wish you never had the nerve to step up to me. You could have had a role in SCW for many years to come but you choose to end your career. All you have left is my belt, and believe it when I say I will be taking that one away from you at Into The Void VI. I will be taken away your reason for even being here in SCW. You're gonna wish you stayed on my side Rage, because against me, that was career suicide.
J2H stands up and looks down the camera, a serious look on his face.
J2H: I don't even give a fuck which one of you three I have to pin. I don't care if I have to pin all three of you. The fact remains that this match is very simple. We have a man with no commitment, a man who needs help, and a man so old, his first job was dinosaur hunting. Then we have a man who ticks every single box it takes to be an SCW star, to be an SCW champion, to lead SCW from the front once more, something we haven't seen in almost two months. This fed has been leaderless since I lost the SCW World Heavyweight championship. I have proved by being here and talking on camera every week, influencing every single thing that happens with that division, that there is only one man to take back control of this division and put everything right once more. Rage is not the man to lead it, Hardin can't do it alone, and Drake Green is already thinking about how many movie offers he's about to get for losing. There is one to restore normality and that man will rise, he will grab the reigns again and he will give you all what you've been missing. Fear not, normal service will be resumed in SCW on May fourteenth, when I become the SCW World Heavyweight champion once more.
A confident smirk crosses his face as he nods firmly.
J2H: That's real talk bitch!
J2H turns and walks in to the house as the camera fades out. [/font]
