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« on: November 20, 2024, 01:19:31 AM »( Again take this OOC away. It’s 5k on the dot according to the Google Docs! I think I put up a good fight and tried to tie up some loose ends to the story. As well as some personal stuff within my own story. Hoping for the best! As I said before, man. All the best, thanks for the last near two years. We killed this shit! )
Sitting right there on the porch of his home that was out in the middle of nowhere sat the man of the hour. The Immortal himself, Michael Harris. He had a book in his hands as he was flipped to a specific page. Not even bothering to look to see if the cameras were there. He just started speaking as he could feel them.
“By definition. A narrative is a spoken or written account of connected events. A story if you will.”
Harris found himself snapping that book shut in his hands. Letting it fall into his lap with his eyes finally shiting over to the cameras. There was a little bit of a narrowed expression overcoming him.
“For as long as I have known you, James. You have been a man that’s very much about telling his narrative. Been a man that’s all about spinning a narrative to favor yourself. Having a narrative that makes you look good and paints you to be the hero. As you’ve told all of us many-many times before. This is your world. We’re just living in it, but here’s the thing James. There’s this thing called reality and reality trumps any narrative and any story you want to tell. It completely shuts down this idea that you’re in control. It destroys this logic that you are the hero. Reality is everything!”
“Now I will say that there are parts of your narrative and parts of your story that aligns with reality. Not a lot of it, but some of it does. Like for example, you said you knew how to draw me back in. You knew how to get me to come back to Sin City Wrestling. You knew how to get me right where you wanted me and that was by using my son to do so. By doing what you three did to my son. By making his life hell. By beating the hell out of him the night I was in the building. You are one hundred and ten percent correct. That was going to draw me back in. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t come to the rescue when my son needed me the most?”
Taking that book out of his lap. He found himself chuckling it across the porch and then standing himself up from the old wooden rocking chair he had been sitting in. Keeping the camera's focus right on him the entire time.
“See, I take full responsibility for things. All of this. Everything that’s happened to Jayden. That’s my fault. I should have never had my son get involved. Had I never asked him to run you down with a vehicle. Had I never introduced him to this company. Had I never put him in your crosshairs. None of this would even be a thing. But I can admit that’s where I made the mistake. However, I made that mistake. I have to admit I am proud of my boy. He held his own against the three of you on more than one occasion. Several times over he made you look fucking stupid, James. Just like I did.”
“And I know that irked you to the bone. That made you grow a hatred for Jayden. It also made you grow a deeper hatred for me. Because at the end of the day. You know the last name Harris outshines your last name. My youngest child right now already means more than your son does and neither of them are even in this business yet. Fifteen to twenty years from now. My grandchildren. Hell, even my great grandchildren will mean more than yours. My family tree is superior to yours in every single way and pisses you off knowing there’s nothing you can do about it. But in the end James. You were right.”
“You knew what worked. You knew what would get under my skin. You got me to fall right into your trap and that got me fucked up. There’s no point in me denying that. Bravo. You got it to work, but you remember what happened the last time this went down right? You remember what happened the last time you didn’t know how to leave me alone? You know what happened the last time you didn’t know how to just have one over on me and walk away? I came back and fucking destroyed you. To which, I didn’t even break a sweat in doing so. Are you sure this is the path you want to go down?!”
For a moment the man had paused. Lifting his eyebrow up into the air a little bit.
“I don’t know why I am even asking. Of course this is the route you want to take. After all this falls right into your narrative and your story. Specifically the narrative that you are really trying to tell to make me look bad is what happened a year ago around this time. It’s not exactly a secret. Everyone knows we were set to headline High Stakes. You were set to get a rematch for the Heavyweight Championship. It was meant to be Harris versus J2H III with all the chips on the table, but it didn’t happen...”
“And the way you tell it. It didn’t happen because I was scared of you. It didn’t happen because I knew I couldn’t beat you. It didn’t happen because my ego couldn’t take playing second fiddle to you. But that’s where your narrative and reality start to crash. Our match not happening has nothing to do with my ego. It had nothing to do with me not thinking I could beat you. Been there and done that. I know I can. And it damn sure didn’t have anything to do with being scared of you.”
“Brother. You are what? One hundred and ten pounds soak and wet? What the fuck exactly is there to be afraid of? Come on now. The match didn’t happen because I got myself fucking fired. I had such an addiction issue. That I couldn’t control myself at work. My personal life and my professional life blurred into one. I made a horrible decision, attacked a female official, and those two men that run this place. They had to make the call. A call that was best for business as overplayed as that statement is.”
“As time has passed. I got myself cleaned up and I see things for how they really are. I’m not mad at them. I’m not mad at anyone. That was all my fault. But let me guess James. This is where the narrative is going to be spun that I intentionally did that? I intentionally got myself stripped of the title and intentionally got myself fired? All because I was just that afraid to face you. Get the fuck over yourself, pal. You aren’t that scary. Nor are you worth me putting that kind of effort into something like that.”
Harris found himself scoffing at the idea of being afraid of the man he was set to face off with.
“This narrative and this story you keep telling. It’s making you believe in it more and more. It’s making you more and more delusional as time goes on. All while at the same time setting yourself up for failure. You see what you don’t understand about all of this James. Out of the two of us. I don’t have anything to lose in this fight. I’m already retired. I’ve got no desire to keep wrestling. I’ve got no desire to be Heavyweight Champion again. I’ve got no desire to be the main event or the main attraction for this place anymore. But you do...”
“You don’t want your career to end. You don’t want to have to admit that I’m better than you. You don’t want people to see you as vulnerable and weak. It’s something your ego just cannot take. It’s never been able to take it. It’s why anytime a challenge has been presented to you. You vacate a title or you disappear for months upon months. That’s the reality of things. You despite being a man. Deep down inside. You’re nothing more than an insecure child. I get to expose that on the grandest stage of them all. At the very event that you claim you’ve made famous. And it’s going to bring me so much joy.”
Taking a second to himself. He just paused looking right at the cameras. Getting those last few words of his together.
“This is the first time I’m going to admit this.”
“But when you defeated me a year ago. The first time, I walked away. It’s because I lost myself. I lost the ability to believe in myself. I couldn’t believe I let myself be beaten by someone like you. That crushed my ego. I finally had to see myself as a man. Not the character I created for myself. I had to look at reality and not the narrative I was telling for myself. It was quite the eye opener. And now as I stand before you. As I prepare for the single biggest fight of my life.”
“If I can’t beat you as a man. If I can’t beat you in this setting. If I can’t beat you in a fight. Then I never deserved to have the career I had to begin. I never deserved to be champion here. I don’t deserve this main event. I don’t deserve this Hall of Fame spot I am getting. If I can’t beat you. I’ve got not problem saying you’re better than me.”
“But the reality is... you aren’t!”
His eyes said it all. Glaring right at the camera as they faded.
“Now as you can see right here...”
Those words were coming out of the doctor’s mouth as he sat there on his little stool with a pen in hand. Pointing to what appeared to be two separate cat scans.
“This is the night you came into us Jayden. That spot right there is where the blood was pooling inside your skull from that brain bleed. But right here...”
He brought the pen over to the other cat scan to the same exact spot.
“And this your brain a few days removed from surgery. We were able to stop the bleeding and from what we were able to establish once we got in there. There weren't any other major issues. Which you should consider yourself very lucky after the type of blunt force trauma you took to the head.”
“That’s amazing, sweetheart!”
Carmen couldn’t help but chime herself in. That poor woman had been through more than a mother and wife should ever experience over the last few months. Somehow she was able to keep it together showing just how brave she was. Jayden laid there in the bed with that massive head bandage on. Semi-glaring over at the doctor.
“So, when do you think you’re going to give me clearance to get back in the ring?”
“Well as we talked about once before Jayden...”
“You’re not getting back in the ring.”
The entire time standing there against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and listening to everything the doctor was saying as well as presenting to them was Michael. His gaze went from the doctor over to his son in that hospital bed. His eyes said more than enough when he looked over at Jayden, but those two were too much alike for it to be peaceful.
“Excuse the fuck out of me?”
“You’re excused. But you heard me loud and clear.”
“Michael... Jayden... Please.”
“I’m a grown ass fucking man. You’re not going to tell me what I can and cannot do!”
“Out of that statement. You’re wrong. I can tell you what to do and I’ll keep doing so till I am blue in the face. But You’re right about the other thing. You’re a grown man. A grown man with a little girl just over the age of one who is going to need her father around for years to come. A grown man that has a lovely girlfriend who has put up with way more shit than she should have and still standing by your son. A grown man that should be making grown men decisions but by putting a ring on it.
A grown man that needs to understand that there is more to life than his own selfish desires and goals. A grown man that needs to not act on rage and the feeling of needing to get even. And a grown man that needs to see that it isn’t in his best interest physically, mentally, or emotionally to ever step in the ring again. To which if you’re really that grown man. You’ll do the right thing for your family and yourself. But if you aren’t then that says everything it needs to say about you.”
“Go fuck yourself!”
“Welllll! This is clearly a family matter. I’m going to see myself out of this one.”
Right away the doctor stood up from the stool he had been sitting on. Before he could make that mad dash out of the room. Carmen cut him off as she was trying to be the more reasonable one in the room.
“Please. Allow me to apologize for both of them. Not very becoming of the family we are. And go ahead. Continue the conversation with my son. I’m going to have a private conversation with my husband as you do so.”
“Carmen. There isn’t anything to...”
The dirty look she shot him. That was enough to make him be quiet for the time being.
“Ma’am. I can only give him the information that I have in front of him. I cannot convince someone not to do something. People are in control of their own actions after all.”
“I understand that, but being presented with all the facts here might be best for him to make that decision.”
All the doctor could do at that moment is shrug his shoulders and do his best. Carmen was quick to turn away and match right over to her husband. Snagging a hold of his ear rather violently as she dragged him out of the room, into the hall, and letting the door shut behind them. Once she let go of his ear, Carmen slapped him in the back of the head. Getting the response she should have expected.
“Ow. What the fuck woman?!”
“Eres estúpido o algo así?!”
“Want to try that in English?!”
Right away Carmen raised her hand like she was about to catch him in the back of the head again. Causing the man to flinch a little bit. Trying to stay far away from her wrath.
“Our son just went through something traumatic. I would greatly appreciate if you showed a little more compassion and not be such a prick.”
“All I am trying to do is get through to the boy. That there is no wrestling future for him.”
“Maybe go about it in a different way.”
“I’m blunt Carmen. I can’t help who I am. And he’s a stubborn little prick sometimes that doesn’t want to listen to anyone other than himself.”
“Wonder where he gets that from!”
Her eyes narrowed a little more when she looked at him. At that point he was trying to avoid making eye contact with her. Because she had a point. She had more than a point and his own ego wasn’t willing to let him admit that. Not at this moment.
“It’s easy for you to tell him what not to do. It’s easy for you to tell him to stay away. It’s easy for you to tell him to put his family first and be smart about things. But did you?”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“I remember a time when I was six months pregnant and you had someone wrap a steel chair around your neck. Then crush it. Making you believe your neck was broken. Instead of doing the right thing. Instead of putting me first, instead of putting our unborn child first, and instead of putting your health first. You ignored all doctor’s orders, went right back at them, and reacted in nothing but rage and the feeling of needing to get even. To get some kind of revenge.”
“Alright. That’s a completely different situation and you know it.”
“But it’s not... just like it’s not with the situation at hand right now. Three men tried to kill you, Michael. They left you in the middle of the ocean to die. Taking it further than just wrestling. Put every single one of us through trauma. And what are you doing right now? Hmm?”
“Carmen...”
“Are you letting it go? Are you walking away? Are you putting us first? Or are you competing in a goddamn deathmatch where lord knows what could happen?!”
Carmen looked at the man right in his soul. The silence that came from Michael was a telling sign. His arms folded across his chest to further show that attitude. All while he leaned against the concrete wall of the hospital.
“A death match that you didn’t clear with me. A death match you didn’t clear with any of us. A deathmatch -- something you’ve never even done before. All for the sake of causing pain, causing suffering, and getting revenge for what they did to you. And as much as I don’t want to see this happen or see yourself go through that. I haven’t tried to stop you. I am just letting you do what you feel like you need to do against my better judgment.”
Harris rolled his eyes a little bit. Carmen saw it and decided to lay into him more. Going right for the heart of things.
“That young man has wanted to be just like you since he was in diapers. I will never forget moments of him dragging those big ass championships of yours around the house or him curling up to me at night and fighting sleep just to see your match. You are his biggest inspiration and the two of you are so much alike it’s not even funny. Of course he’s going to do the same shit you would do. He’s not going down without a fight. Just like you’re not going down without one either!”
He had finally managed to at least look her in the eyes when those last words were coming from her lips. No longer could he deny it. No longer could he ignore it. She was right. Signing with some frustration, he pushed himself off the wall.
“I get it, Carmen. I get it. I just want more for the boy and I don’t want him to make the same mistakes I did. I don’t think I’m wrong for that.”
“No you’re not wrong for wanting more and better for him. That’s our job as a parent, but it’s also our job to continue to believe in our children, support our children, and back our children. Even when sometimes it might not be the best thing.”
“It’s just that...”
“It’s difficult. I already know what you’re going to say, love. Nothing like this is ever easy. But keep this in mind. He’s always believed in you. You’re his superman and that will never change. Just like when he was three and cheering daddy over and over again. He’s going to cheer you on just the same at twenty two in the biggest most vile match you’ve ever had. Keep that in mind and maybe it’ll make you come around for when he ends up doing what he needs to do.”
Carmen gently placed a hand on her husband’s chest. Patting it ever so gently before turning herself around and heading right back inside that room. For a moment Michael stood there by himself. Replaying her words in his head over and over again. Facts were facts. He couldn’t judge or shame or even forbid his oldest from doing the exact same thing he was about to do. Being motivated by revenge and being a fighter... it was in their blood.
“You know the one thing I love about all of this, James?!”
“I love the fact that I have turned out to be right about you. Time and time and time again. There’s not been any lie. There’s not been any fabricated stories. There hasn’t been a single time at all where I have been wrong about you. Unlike so many people from your past, I have been able to figure you out rather quickly and considering who I am. I thoroughly enjoy being able to call you out.”
“Now that being said. Maybe, that doesn't matter to you. Maybe, you're alright with being proven wrong. Maybe, maybe you’re alright with being exposed. After all, look at how alright you’ve been with so many other things. Like the fact, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Not only were you okay with that, but you’ve pretty much flaunted it in people’s faces.”
“You have proven to be alright with being mommy and daddy’s golden child. You have proven that you didn’t mind not having to work for the things you wanted. You have proven that you didn’t mind them literally giving you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted. At no point in life have you ever had to learn the value of a dollar, never had to work hard to achieve something, or had to go through some type of struggling times to reach success. No it’s just been given and you’ve been okay with that.”
“And then it transitioned into your adult life. It transitioned into your professional wrestling career and transitioned into you being part of Sin City Wrestling. From the moment you walked through those doors. You had Christian Underwood in your back pocket. You had that man willing to die on the hill he stood on when it came to defending you and giving you what you wanted. Made no difference how biased it made him look or how much it was going to affect the locker room.”
“I mean look at the shit you’ve already said James. You’ve already alluded to the fact that you are looking past me. You’re not considered with me. Instead you are more focused on the Heavyweight Championship match with Finn. In the year 2025. You know something you said quite some time ago when you vacated the title and he went on to win it. For starters. You’re a fucking idiot for looking past me. You should already know how that’s going to go.”
“And secondly, you can make these claims. You can make these things happen. You can say it and it becomes a reality. All because you have had Christian in your pocket and the man has always given you what you wanted. Despite the fact that if that happened. Everyone sure as fuck knows you wouldn’t have earned the match. Not by a long shot. It would have just been given to you because you’re J2H. The great and powerful.”
“I do find it funny though. I am once again right when it comes to you being the top guy. You got the championship after I got fired. You beat a bunch of fucking nobodies to win it in that six pack challenge and then the moment a real challenge appeared in the form of Finn. The moment it was clear he would be breathing down your neck. You just conveniently gave up the championship because you were “bored” as you’ve said so many times before. And just so you could gloat and say you GAVE the man what he had, but let me clue you in on a little something brother.”
“Finn might not like me. I might not like him. Hell, if we’re being fucking honest. The two of us don’t even know each other but, game recognizes game. Talent sees talent. Ego knows ego. That being said the smartest thing you did James was conveniently vacate that title because had you faced Finn for it. He’d dog-walked your bitch ass about three times over and sent you fucking packing until your bruised ego of yours was healed. That’s probably the only thing Finn and I will ever have in common with each other.”
“When it comes to you. You’re no fucking match to us. No matter what your ego tells you. No matter what your inner circle tells you. No matter how many yes men you surround yourself with. You just don’t measure up to men like us. And unfortunately for the man. He’s never going to get the chance to even prove that point. Because you’re not going to make it to 2025. There’s not going to be a J2H versus Finn Whelan main event. There won’t be a Heavyweight Championship bout between the two of you. I’m making damn sure of that.”
“But back to the Christian ordeal. Because what he did with you. It was a big mistake. And boy did it ever have a negative effect on the locker room. You see I said this once before, but it’s worth covering again considering since that time I turned out to be even more right. A year ago I said the reason why Sin City Wrestling struggled to bring in talent and keep high quality talent was because of you. I said that true competitors and true talented men like Mac Bane, and Ken Davison no longer existed in this company because of you.”
“They saw the favoritism you got. They saw how much Christian backed you. They saw how much you got things handed to you over and over again. It became an uphill battle that no longer was worth fighting anymore so they moved on to greener pastures. I said that Peter Vaugh -- who had such a bright-bright future here. A man that was dominating the competition left and right. A man that knocked it out of the park every chance he got. A man who in my opinion should be main eventing every show we have.”
“I said the moment he didn’t get the treatment he deserves with the work that he was putting in. The moment he saw that this place for what it was when it came to you. When he realized he was going to always play second fiddle to you. Because of how Christian conducted business and let that biased nature show. I said he would be out of here... and here we are. A year removed from those comments and where is Peter? Long gone. Once again another great talent lost because of you and poor business decisions.”
“Again. Something you don’t feel bad about. But instead laugh at it.”
“Yet when it comes to Christian. When it comes to this company as a whole. They’re starting to realize the major mistakes they have made. They’re starting to see that they shot themselves in the foot. They are starting to see that they let good talent walk right on out of here. Talent that couldn’t have taken this place to a higher standard than ever thought possible. Christian is finally seeing you for what you have always been. A spoiled self entitled prick that really should have been a wet spot on the sheets. Sadly, it’s a little too late to fix what’s already been done.”
“And because he’s finally seen the light. Because he’s decided to distance himself from you. Because he’s decided to let you fight this battle on your own. Without having him in your back pocket and without him pulling those strings for you when you needed him to. It’s causing you to unravel. It’s causing you to become a little unhinged. It’s causing you to panic and not think straight. Because for the first time in your career and for the first time in your life James. You’re being forced to do this...”
“ALONE!”
“You have to stand up and be a man. All by yourself.. You have to find a way to battle me on your own. You have to find a way to win on your own. You have to find a way to fight on your own. That’s very difficult for you to do when it’s the first time it’s happened. Not to mention it’s difficult to do when you don’t know how to be James the man, instead of J2H the character. You have blended fantasy too much with your reality and now it’s coming back to bite you in the ass.”
“Considering this isn’t about a championship. This isn’t about who the better wrestler is. This isn’t about who deserves to main event over who. This isn’t about who the better Hall of Famer is. No this time it’s about fighting with everything you have in you. It’s digging down deep with that fight. It’s about standing up for what you believe in. It’s about taking all the wrongs done to you and making them right. It’s about showing what you are truly made of at the core. And more than anything it’s about being a man.”
“Something you know nothing about, but that’s also not my problem either. I have said all there is to be said James. There’s no point in wasting anymore words on you. No reason to continue to waste my breath on you. There’s a reason why this is the main event of High Stakes. This match doesn’t get any higher with the stakes. And now time it’s time for the both of us to shut the fuck up and show what the fuck we are made of when the pressure is on. That being said...”
“Can’t wait to put you out of your fucking misery for good!”
