27th April 2025
Stockholm, Sweden

The match had been won and a happy J2H wandered through the curtain with Austin Parker and a huge arrogant smile on his face, proud of the match he had just put on out there for the fans in Sweden.

J2H: Told ya I was gonna smash that clown to pieces and send his ass back to the circus where he belongs.

Austin looked at J2H, adjusting his cowboy hat and starting at the much younger man.

Austin: Y'all might wanna look that back. For a fella that doesn't wrestle that often, he was better then ah thought he would be.

J2H  stopped walking and looked towards Austin, his head tilted as he let the words slowly sink in to his brain. He put up his hands in front of him, his palms towards Austin.

J2H: Ok, maybe, just maybe he was better then I expected, maybe he lifted up his game because everyone needs to lift their game against me, but I handled him well. I don't underestimate people but he was there to be underestimated. He was a referee, he is a referee, he's not on my level at all. He's seriously what he makes himself to be, a clown.

Austin was used to the confidence slash arrogance of J2H, so let the comments ride off his back.

Austin: Just don't get complacent. Keep yer head in the game because you have no idea who is going to be next.

J2H waved his hand, dismissing the notion of who might be next as a threat.

J2H: It doesn't matter who's next. I don't fear anyone in this competition, I never have, I never will. 

Austin: Ya signed up without looking at who was in it.

J2H smirked at Austin, winking at him while the smirk sat on his face.

J2H: Because I'm that confident. There's no one who can beat me in this thing. I just hope I get a good opponent in the final so I don't have to carry some idiot through. I had a clown this week who doesn't wrestle, probably get some idiot next time who can't wrestle.

Austin: Just don't take anyone lightly.

J2H rolled his eyes, unimpressed with what Austin had to say but before he could talk further, the cameraman interrupted them.

Cameraman: I'm sorry to interrupt, I've been asked if I can get your immediate reaction to the match you just had.

J2H's head snapped around to face the cameraman, looking beyond the camera and in to the man's eyes.

J2H: Who fucking asked you that? I don't really give a shit about who's around me, but I don't think anyone came over to you. Are you going rouge to get a promotion or something? Wanna steal Scott Oliver's job? Although that might not be a bad thing because he loses his stoner shit when talking to the Barnhart's. It's like he's just come out of rehab.

Cameraman: I uh, I got a message in my ear from Mr Ward asking me to film. He thought it might be good to help with selling the tournament.

J2H fired Austin a sideward glance, before looking back down the camera.

J2H: Yeah, always sell, sell, sell, get the brownie points by making shit about wrestling therefore making his bank account look good, but ok, you want me to talk about what I just did out there? You want me to sell the fact that I'm a fucking wrestler and that I can actually wrestle better then everyone else on this planet?

Cameraman: I um...

J2H put his finger to his lip, holding it up to instantly stop the cameraman from talking.

J2H: How do I feel? I'm J2H! I've seriously just gone out there and put on one hell of a match with a guy who barely wrestles. That was one of the best matches on Climax Control this year. I went out there and made him look good. I'm on top of the fucking world, I've taken the first step in to winning this whole damn thing. You want me sitting here selling the tournament, the whole thing was already sold the second my name went on the paper to be part of this. Everyone knew at that point, that I was gonna walk out there every week and make fucking magic and I did that tonight. I made fucking magic against a guy who looks like he belongs in a magic act. I feel like I got this tournament in the bag. I feel like there's not one person out there who can stop me.

Confidence went through him like a freight train, the adrenaline building up.

J2H: I said to everyone this match was gonna be a warning to every person in this tournament. I said I was gonna show you all just what I am capable of and what did I do out there? I went out there and showed everyone what I was gonna do to anyone I face. Shots fired and I'm not running out of ammo for a long time. I got more ammo then everyone in this tournament has brain cells put together. It doesn't matter who is next, I will beat them, because I'm J2H. Now fuck off, time to go home.

J2H attempted to walk away, but Christian Underwood's voice stopped him.

Christian: Actually, I'd reconsider going home. I mean flying all the way back for a few days, then having to go to the next spot, which is much closer, will probably be better for you.

J2H looked curiously at Christian Underwood, an eyebrow raised in his direction.

J2H: Spoken like a man without a family to see. What are you talking about? I just wrestled, I just won, now I get to go home for a couple of weeks.

Christian face changed, almost sympathies, but with hints of joy.

Christian: Well, this is awkward because you won't be at home for a couple of weeks. See there was some changes and you're up again next week so I wouldn't be going home just yet.

The anger instantly hit J2H hard as his blood started to proverbially boil as he looked at Christian through narrowed eyes and spoke through gritted teeth.

J2H: What the actual fuck!? I don't need to wrestle every week, I'm J2H! I'm the special attraction that you need! I don't need to do this, my contract says so!

Christian: The thing is, when you signed up for Blast From The Past, it said everyone can be booked at any time, till the tournament ends. You are up again next week.

J2H turned his head and looked at Austin in disbelief but Austin shrugged his shoulders.

Austin: This is what happens when ya sign shit you don't read.

J2H glared at Austin before turning back to look at Christian.

J2H: Fine, but who the fuck am I facing?

Christian smiled.

Christian: Travis Levitt... Now you have a nice day!

With that, Christian walked away, leaving J2H to just stare at Austin.

J2H: No fucking problem.

Both men wandered away as the camera faded to black.

---

30th April 2025,
Copenhagen, Denmark.

He was never the most sociable person in the world, keeping his circle close in his personal and professional life, only Austin Parker, Kevin Carter and until recently, Alexander Raven breaking that mold and being close to J2H in a professional environment. He had always made it very clear that he didn't like the people he worked with, other then the job at hand, wrestling, he had zero in common with any of them. Even attempted forced friendships thrust upon him in the past never hit home, with the likes of the innocent Despayre trying to be his friend, and Devona trying to open him up and make him more fan friendly. He'd found his path early, he knew he didn't need the fans on his side to be known, and it worked, why change something that never needed changing? It's no surprise that he wasn't like the rest of the SCW, running to play tourist and looking at famous sights with every country he stepped in, so it would be no surprise that he was laying in a hotel room looking at the ceiling.

His mood was bored as it often was away from home and Kevin wasn't around to keep him entertained. For a man who can take the attention on television, walking around a foreign land with eyes on him wasn't for him. The thought to sleep had run through his head countless times and it felt like it could well be the winning thought until his phone on the nightstand lit up. He reached over for it to see Melody's smiling face, attempting to Facetime with her husband. He wasted very little time in clicking the answer button and seeing Melody's face appear on the screen.

J2H: Hey!

Half a smile appeared on his face as his eyes adjusted to the bright screen in front of him, the feeling of happiness seeing his wife ran through him but there was a slightly different look on her face, her voice faster then usual.

Melody: Are you alright? I got this really weird feeling that something was wrong, so I tried calling and it couldn't connect so I called Simpson and...

He had to stop her, he knew she could talk fast till she ran out of breath.

J2H: You might wanna breathe or something there. Slow down and just talk.

She listened to her husband and took a deep breath before she asked just a simple question.

Melody: Are you ok?

He was more then a little surprised by her asking that, but also knew they had a connection that neither one of them could explain to anyone, they just knew when something was up or wrong.

J2H: Yeah, I'm just bored out of my head in this place. I know this is all about glamour so people think but when ya in a hotel room in a city that makes me think shit it's expensive, takes away to side of the job everyone thinks we have. 

A look of relief instantly covered her face as she looked at him.

J2H: Is everything ok there?

She nodded at a normal pace, her anxiety left her after checking on her husband.

Melody: Yeah, little guy is in school, he misses you, he thought you was gonna be home on Monday.

Internally, J2H sighed, as much as he knew how good he was wrestling, he always preferred to do it in America. SCW was booked close to home for him, he could always get home pretty soon, but half way across the world, he hated it.

J2H: I thought I was gonna be home on Monday, they never do this shit and put me twice in a row, they never do it. This tour has been bullshit from the start. Bad countries with nothing to really do, gawking fans everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. They're polite, but they're everywhere, all over the place. I've avoided everywhere public since I've been here.

She could hear just by his tone that he wasn't happy being there, but she knew he had to do it.

Melody: They won't book you next week, right?

He smiled inside hearing that, knowing it was very unlikely.

J2H: They shouldn't be but you never know. It's not likely, they don't need me there to work on a promo to sell the match or work on anything. Wouldn't be shocked if they want me to do something just to piss me off, but wrestle won't be one of them. Then off to Paris.

It was strange as most people disliked France and the bustling side of Paris, but J2H didn't mind it at all. 

Melody: I can't wait to see Paris again. We'll be flying over as soon as we can for that one.

J2H: Yeah, I just need to get past this match. I know without me getting to that final, there's no need for me to be there for some bullshit match. I can smell the booking now, Blast from The Past losers teaming up to take on other Blast From The Past losers in a mixed tag match. Some kind of bullshit there I don't want any part of. Probably make it a contenders match, means me getting my hands on Finn for the first time will be in a throwaway nothing match.

Melody couldn't help but smile at J2H's fantasy booking, even if she knew it was unlikely, she knew her Husband had been around SCW long enough to notice booking patterns.

Melody: I don't think they'll do that. 

She was assured with her words, adding a slight nod to the end.

J2H: I better make sure I don't lose then. It's a bit of a banana peel, even though I'll rip him a new asshole on like Friday or something, but I hate taking on people like him.

Melody wasn't sure on what to make on J2H's comment.

Melody: What do you mean James?

He chose his words wisely, taking a few seconds to think.

J2H: He took on Justin Smith, not exactly gold standard there. I think he just about did enough to get past him. I don't like people like that, just doing the minimum to get through but me, I'm the guy with the target on my back from the second I signed up, so people who don't take shit one hundred percent serious, I don't like. Watching his match there, he's hard to read. Everyone knew he was gonna get past Justin Smith, seriously everyone. Maybe he knew, but with me. I don't know. I'm not doubting myself, it's just people like him are tricky.

He still had every confidence in himself, but he knew how things could go sometimes.

Melody: You have nothing to worry about at all.

Her words were reassuring and he knew she was right.

J2H: Yeah, I guess being in some hotel looking at the ceiling gives me way too much time to think about every little thing.

Melody knew what he was like on tour and often stayed away from everyone until he had to do something, like check out the arena, or cut a promo.

Melody: I know it's not usually your thing, but why don't you go out for a while? Put on a hood and just walk around the place, I'm sure no one will recognize you if you pull the hood up.

J2H: Are you kidding? This is place is swarming with people. They're everywhere. They're not a threat but seems like SCW has brought out everyone already. It's not even the weekend and people are coming to the city. It's like they're going for the whole tour experience. We've done a lot of tours and I'm praying there's never a world tour again, because these tours are getting worse.

Melody: We'll that'll teach ya to sign up to something without seeing where the shows are going to be held.

He knew she was mocking him and he couldn't help but smile at her.

J2H: Hearing that don't sign shit a lot lately. Surprised with all the stupid shit I sign lately, Despayre hasn't popped up out of nowhere to get me to sign something to adopt a mongoose or something.

Melody instinctively laughed, covering her mouth after her initial outburst. After a few seconds, she composed herself to speak.

Melody: A mongoose? Where did that come from?

He honestly didn't know, it was just the first thing that came to his mind.

J2H: No idea but I wouldn't put it past him. He's been way too quiet lately.

The joke broke the mood, making it in to a much lighter tone and the two spoke for hours more, nothing that was overly important to wrestling, and nothing that would keep the average human being entertained, so this is where the scene fades out.

---

2nd April 2025,
Rosenborg Palace,
Copenhagen, Denmark.

He sat on the banks of the water surrounding the castle, his back to it all, the camera showing a wide shot of J2H as he looked around at the empty area, closed just for him to sit and talk, as was the respect between the people of Denmark and Sin City Wrestling. The city had been very accommodating to everyone involved in Sin City Wrestling and appreciative of the new trade a wrestling company had pulled in to their city. J2H looked over his shoulder for a second before looking back down the camera.

J2H: A home fit for a king, maybe but when you're a God, you deserve better.

He smirked as he looked down the camera, always proclaiming himself to be a God.

J2H: Well Copenhagen, you're fucking welcome because once again, I've rolled in to town and business just booms once more. The crowds flock from all over Denmark just to see this guy wrestle again. Consider yourself the luckiest people alive because I didn't want to be here, I don't give a shit about this place or anyone in it, but you're welcome anyway.

Arrogance was always his strong suit, but he knew those feelings had some truth to them.

J2H: I was set to go home, be with my family, not give a damn about being here or being around you so called wrestling fans, yet here I am because I was forced to be here. Believe me, if I wasn't being made to smack another nobody in the face, then I would be back in Beverly Hills, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone, but I am here and I'm here to book a ticket, I'm here to book a ticket to a city that is so much better then this place. I'm booking my ticket to Paris, not for that shitty Disneyland offspring, but to once again become Blast From The Past winner. Unfortunately, I had to come to this overpriced garbage land first. That just means by Sunday, I'm not gonna be in the mood to fuck about, I'm coming to destroy someone and get out of here. We all know who that poor bastard is, right?

J2H waited for a few seconds, waiting for people to have time to form an answer. 

J2H: Unless you've been living under a rock, you all know it's Travis Levitt. You guys remember him? Did he actually do anything here at all?

A tap of his chin with his forefinger, along with a frown indicated that he was thinking about the answer.

J2H: Well, no. Didn't do a whole lot, but Travis, you have made the same mistakes so many people have made over the years when it comes to this tournament. You've fell right in to the trap that every returning guy or girl has made when it comes to Blast From The Past. You look at it with tunnel vision, you look at it looking at the end of the road and not seeing everything else that's around you. You've stepped in thinking this is going to be your chance to relive those glory days, because you're back in the big time. You're back in the biggest place you've ever stepped foot in and you're sitting there thinking fuck, I can be someone again, I can actually get back the thing that I lost, prove to myself that I can still hang with the best in the wrestling world. That's what you was thinking when you put your name on that contract, right? 

He put out a hand flat, inviting an answer from no one.

J2H: That's where you've gone wrong, because everyone thinks that. Everyone thinks about the glory, without the work, everyone thinks of the dream ending but not the shit you need to get through to get there. I am the guy no one wants to face cause they know all about me, they know what I can do, they know who I am and when I'm determined as fuck, no one stops me. Deep down, you remember me, and you know this to be the truth, but you're still making that mistake Travis, you're still thinking about the glory at the end of the road. There's a problem there, I see the problem, everyone watching this sees the problem, those brain dead fucks that can just hear me cause they have porn open in another tab can see the problem. While you're looking at the end of the road, not taking any notice of what's around you, I've built a brick wall that you can't get through. I'm everyone's road block. I killed the dreams of a moron with a cape last week.

He smiled as he thought back to his previous victory.

J2H: I stopped him from getting something that he'd always wanted. He was looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and didn't see the things that was right there in front of him. You're the same Travis, you can't see the wood for the trees. If you're unfamiliar with that saying, looking it up, because this is what you're doing. I bet you didn't do any research, I bet you didn't look in to anyone in this thing, neither did I, but I know nothing stops me. Probably wondering why I'm mentioning that when I can fall on that sword too, right?

He bunched up his fist and mockingly hit himself in the chest in a stabbing motion.

J2H: Well, that's simple. You've looked around and you saw Justin Smith as your first round opponent and you pushed yourself to learn a little about him, but the truth is, he sucks. He doesn't beat anyone, he never has beaten anyone. The guy is nothing. I'm sure you got a big ass confidence boost beating on someone who just make up the numbers. Absolutely well done...

He sarcastically slow clapped, mocking the victory.

J2H: That confidence getting a win must have made you really happy, got you really excited, but go back further, watch the shit that he does and you soon work out that even if you was blindfolded and had one arm tied behind your back, you could have still beat that cackling shit for brains idiot. You could have your legs shackled and still beat him. Believe me when I say he's never gonna have a match in his life where people will call it epic, not one, but me on the other hand...

A prideful smile crossed his face, and he had every right to be proud.

J2H: While you've been gone, I've been in some of the biggest matches of all time. The last two years alone, I was a two time World Champion, I gave the belt up just to let someone else have a go Travis, and they pretty much killed the place because even with the belt, they couldn't outshine me or what I was doing, they couldn't step up and grab that limelight away from me. I put my body through hell, in matches that tore of my flesh from my bones, I went home hurting for weeks, no able to pick up my son. I did that, winning award after award, after award, putting my body on the line for this place for years. While you've been sitting on your sofa, changing up the look, piling on a couple of pounds, I was creating something special. 

He smirked as he looked in to the camera.

J2H: They say long term story telling is dead, but I am proving that wrong.

He nodded to himself at what was quite possibly an inside joke.

J2H: While you sat on your ass for so long, I hit the highs, and I hit some lows. I should be number one contender now but some English son of a bitch stopped that, so I'm doing it by going through this. The dips will make the end game so much better Travis and my end game is winning this whole fucking thing. You returning, doesn't get me excited, you beating Justin Smith is on the level of watching paint dry. Do you think you're gonna come back and stop the biggest story of the year? I don't think so. You're not gonna fuck with the plan. As soon as the chamber was done, I knew I had one more shot at everything, I knew I had to take it and you coming back to wave your flag and try and live those glory days is not gonna stop that. Like I told you, you're no different from anyone else that comes back and tries to win this thing.

He shook his head slowly to get his point across.

J2H: Are you even expecting the fans to actually care about you? Did you think a couple of weeks ago you was gonna get a roaring reception with everyone chanting your name, holding up welcome back signs, throwing out a parade for you?

He looked horrified at the thought of that.

J2H: These people are stupid, they love nostalgia, they're probably pissing their pants over Joanne Canelli coming back this week, which is a bit random, but Travis, they don't care that you returned. They didn't against Justin Smith and they're not tuning in to this match because you're in it. They're tuning in because of me. They're not following your great return story, they're following my rise to the top again. They've seen the "drama" I bring, that roller coaster ride, that lightning in a bottle and they know it's what they want to see. You being in this match, well, they all know it's a goodbye for you because they know that once you lose, you'll be back to the sofa, or under whatever rock you crawled out from, knowing you don't have it anymore.

He pointed to his eyes.

J2H: These things right here, you have some too and yours are gonna be wide open after Sunday because you're gonna see so much from this one little match. You're gonna see you can't hang with people like me anymore. You're gonna see that Justin Smith is your level and I'm sure Christian or Mark will sign you to fight people like him every week, but you're gonna see you're just not up to this level anymore. I mean you never was when compared to me but this is gonna hit you like a truck. Still, you can take away a mostly expenses paid trip to a bunch of cold countries as a win. I mean you've probably never been to these places before so tick them off, but your time of touring around ends after Sunday.

He mocked Travis with a slow wave down the camera.

J2H: No one's gonna remember you after Sunday until they mention me winning Blast From The Past in a few weeks time. No one's gonna care when you walk out that door, because this is all about me, all about J2H. You're just there for the sake of being there, because you put your name on a contract and that's it. You're there because you had a little bit of hope that I will take away from you. I'm thinking that you're not gonna be as much of a challenge as that little clown that I beat last week. He surprised me a little, but I am not expecting anything from you Travis. Justin Smith is like beating up an overgrown baby, but me? I'm a whole different game. People talking about one hundred men beating a gorilla lately and all that stupid shit. Well, it's gonna take more then one hundred Travis Levitt's to beat one J2H. You don't have it in you, you never when you was in your prime and you sure as shit don't have it in you now.

He cracked his knuckles together.

J2H: Whatever delusion you have in your head right now, it's time to get rid of it, because now you've heard me, now you know I'm not coming here to fuck around, I'm coming here to get rid of you, make sure that you never get to darken the door of SCW again. Turn the lights off when you leave and lock the door Travis, we're not throwing you a farewell party, it's time for you to move on again because Sunday's about to show you that any doubts you had about yourself in your mind leading up to this, well they're all true. You don't belong here anymore, you outstayed your welcome after your first match back.Time for you to go and never look back again and that's real talk bitch!

With his last line delivered with complete confidence, a quick nod of his head indicated for the camera to fade to black. >

November 25 2024

It was the day after the night before so to speak, High Stakes XIV in Tucson, Arizona was a huge success and everyone had gone their own ways for a deserved break. Battle scars rested on many wrestlers bodies, and none more so the J2H. His brutal match with Michael Harris was the talk of the wrestling world, overshadowing many great matches on SCW's biggest show of the year. He had flown back to Beverly Hills along with his family as soon as he could, not waiting around for anyone or anything. His body was in serious amounts of pain immediately after the match, neither he nor Michael Harris had held anything back during their war. The flight back was also nothing but agony. SCW staff had requested he spoke to their medical people after the match but he refused, wanting to get back home but the night saw him worse and the next day, found himself sitting opposite a doctor.

Dr. Wilson: So we have your results back, James.

The middle ages male doctor, with greying hair around the sides and noticeable balding patch, sat across his desk from J2H, staring through silver rimmed glasses, as he shuffled through some papers before looking back up at him.

J2H: Well, don't keep me in suspense doc, I got other shit to do today.

The doctor looked slightly uneasy across the desk, picking his words wisely.

Dr. Wilson: I would consider cancelling any immediate plans if I was you James. You have a few things you need to deal with first.

J2H put his hands together and raised an eyebrow.

J2H: I always got shit to deal with doc, this is why I need to get this done and get the fuck out of here. I got things to do with my family.

Dr. Wilson: Well looking at the results, it's a miracle you can still stand. You don't have any internal bleeding but you do have a tear in your left lower leg that won't need surgery, but will take time to recover, you have....

J2H raised his hand at the doctor, stopping the man's words from coming out of his mouth, his patience running out with every second passing.

J2H: Look, all I want to know is if I need any kind of surgery and what the worst injury is. I don't need a whole list of shit.

The doctor removed his glasses and placed the on the desk in front of him.

Dr. Wilson: No James, you don't need surgery, rest will be fine and changing the bandages covering those stitches in your head. You do have a very bad concussion right now.

J2H shrugged his shoulders at the doctor.

J2H: That's it? A concussion. I've had those before, I got it, rest and it will go away.

The doctor looked slightly perplexed at J2H.

Dr. Wilson: James, I've known you for a long time, I've known your family for a long time and more then anything, I have treated many of your injuries after your wrestling matches. I know how many concussions you've had so you shouldn't dismiss this one as just a concussion. These kind of injuries have had a lasting effect on people's lives.

J2H waved his hand, not completely listening to the doctor. Like most people, having something they've had before seems to make them an expert on the subject and J2H was no different to those people.

J2H: Been there, done that, had the headache. I know I will be fine.

It was the doctors turn to raise his hand towards J2H to stop him from continuing what could have turned in to a rant.

Dr. Wilson: You don't seem to understand James. This is the most severe concussion you've ever had. I should be recommending you stay in hospital for observation, which is not completely common practice for people with concussions, but this one is very severe.

J2H rolled his eyes as he listened to the doctor's words.

J2H: I'll be fine, I just need a couple of pills and a few days rest and I'll be back at work next week.

The doctor frowned as he shook his head.
 
Dr. Wilson: I don't believe that is possible. You won't be cleared to wrestle for a while. Injuries like these need a prolonged period of time to heal, if they fully heal at all.

The last few words struck something with him.

J2H: What do you mean if they fully heal at all?

Dr. Wilson: That severe level of concussion has forced many athletes in to retirement. Head injuries are more and more common these days that force people out of their respective sports. Even with helmets, football players have sustained these injuries and never played again.

He looked seriously at J2H from across the desk, his eyes not leaving J2H's for a second. J2H responded with lower eyebrows and silence for what seemed like an eternity.

J2H: You're trying to say...?

Dr. Wilson: That you might want to consider retiring. You're still a young man, you have financial security and very famous. There are many things you can do that doesn't put you in harms way to occupy your time.

It was J2H's time to frown as he looked across the desk at the doctor, just staring a hole through him.

J2H: I have worked too fucking hard to just give this up. I have one goal left in me before I'm done, need to do one more little thing before I hang up the boots so I won't be retiring any time soon.

Dr. Wilson: It's something you should consider because I can not clear you to work right now.

Frustration crossed J2H's face as he looked at the doctor, his fists clenched, his jaw set and his mind racing at a mile a minute.

J2H: I need you to clear me to wrestle so I can get back to work.

Dr. Wilson: I can't do that in good conscience. The medical team will know immediately that you are not fit to return to the ring and won't allow it. If I clear you to do so, I will be ruining my reputation as competent doctor. Importunely, you're going to have to sit this one out for a little while till you recover. 

J2H could feel the anger building up in him but couldn't do too much about it. He knew he couldn't wrestle without clearance from the doctor.

J2H: Fine, I'll take a couple of weeks off, I'll take it easy, I'll do all I need to at home, but I'm telling you this doctor, I will be back, I will be in that ring again without a shadow of doubt in my mind. You said yourself, you've known me for a long time, you know I'm gonna do what the fuck I want anyway.

Dr. Wilson: I know you will James.

J2H: And every fucking week, I'm gonna be here knocking on your door over and over till you clear me. That's not me just talking shit, that's me telling you how it is. Are we clear doctor?

An uncomfortable look from the doctor buried in to J2H's eyes, as J2H's stone like face stared a hole right through the medical professional.

Dr. Wilson: I have no reason to doubt you but please rest for a while.

J2H stood up, just nodding at the doctor.

J2H: Yeah, yeah.

His unimpressed tone was the last thing the doctor heard before he walked out of the office. He did stick to his word and returned every week and for many weeks he was denied. He started wondering if his career was over, but something made him more determined then ever to return and the stars aligned as he was cleared to do light work, around the time he heard something that made him want to return more...

*******

9th February 2025

A lot of time had passed and his thoughts were starting to turn towards giving up the sport he loved so much and it was getting to him. He sat at home more and more, itching to get back, but needed to see the a way in. His goal was in his mind but he waited for the way back in and it came in SCW's off week. He sat on the sofa with his wife Melody when his phone lit up.

Melody: Who's that?

He looked down at his phone resting on his knee and looked at who the message could be from.

J2H: SCW sending out their shit for next week. 

He clicked the message, rolling down and reading the information, but his eyes narrowed, causing Melody to look at her husband with curiosity.

Melody: What's that look for?

A smile passed over his face as he looked at the words from the e mail sent to him from the offices of SCW.

J2H: Well, it looks like they're doing an elimination chamber qualifiers for a number one contenders match for the World Championship, but for some reason, doing a women's one for the actual title.

Melody looked confused by hearing that.

Melody: Why for the title for the women's but contenders for the men?

J2H: I don't know, SCW usually do things equally, but maybe someone is waving their magic band or something and just don't fancy defending against multiple people. That makes no sense to me, but you know what does make sense to me? What makes a whole lot of sense to me?

Melody straightened up on the sofa, knowing her husband well enough to sense he sees an opportunity in this.

Melody: I think I know where you're going with this but I don't think I like it.

J2H: This is my chance to get back involved and get to the World Championship. It's the long way around when I should just be able to step in to the match after all the good shit I've done over the last year or two without going for it and I know I'll have to go through hell, but fuck, this is the thing I've been waiting for.

Melody frowned as she looked at him with concern.

Melody: James, you can't keep doing these insane matches all the time. After the last big match you did, you nearly had to retire. You could barely walk for a month and you want to put yourself through this?

He put his hand on her knee, reassuring her.

J2H: I wasn't that bad.

Melody: You was that bad.

J2H: Doesn't matter. I'm not anymore, I'm in good shape and I need to get in that match. It's not because I want to get to face Finn Whelan, I don't wanna work with the guy, hell, he doesn't work hard, harder working mailmen out there, but I want that title. I don't care if I have to take it off him or someone else. That's the goal for me, one more run just to show people that I am everything a champion is meant to be. This place has not had a real leader for years, and it needs one.

Melody: I'm still worried that this might be one big match too far.

He stood his head defiantly.

J2H: This is my kind of match. I don't run from the big matches, I run towards them. I don't dodge people or fear anyone. I'm a fighter and I don't give a shit who will be in that match, I want to be in it. I love these matches, I've beat five or six guys at the same time to win championships and to defend championships. I don't fear these matches Mel and this is the perfect way to get back to the top.

Concern ran through Melody, she'd seen her husband put himself through hell in the past in these matches and always worried about him.

Melody: How do you know if you'll be in it?

J2H: I'll make them put me in it. They need star power for this one, they need a draw for this one and who better then me? They always come to me when they need something big, but I'm gonna chase them. I don't care if I have to bribe every fuck in the company and every doctor in the country, I'm gonna be in this match. In fact, I have a few calls to make right now to make sure I am in this match.

Melody sighed but knew once his mind was set, she wouldn't be able to stop him from doing this. He already had his phone to his ear, trying to contact someone to get him in this match. It didn't take him long to get the answer he was looking for. He knew in his heart this was the way to the top without some bullshit Blast From The Past tournament. He knew in his heart he could win it because that's what he was determined to do and a determined J2H, was a tough J2H to beat. The month passed quickly and he found himself in the match, now it was all eyes on Blaze of Glory and the six men he would have to go through to get to the thing he wanted the most...

*******

22nd March 2025
Beverly Hills, California.

The night sky is shown over the home of J2H has he sat on a flat section of roof on top of his house, looking at the night sky. He sits with his legs crossed, just looking up for a few seconds, he's breathing barely noticeable as he looks in to the unknown, just talking to himself in a soft tone. 

J2H: All those stars and the biggest one is down here sitting on a roof, about to talk shit about a bunch of idiots who don't deserve to live at the same time as me but here we are.

He rolls his shoulders back, his mind in thought about where to start. So many opponents flashed through his mind, so many things he could say to belittle them all, to get in their heads.

J2H: So it's come down to this. Months of doubts in my mind, months of thoughts about maybe it's a good time to spend more time at home, and by that, I mean permanently, so many thoughts coming off a huge match like that against Michael Harris, which I'm fucking proud of, wondering in my head if that was the mountain high for me again. I know I more then still have it, compared to most in this business of veterans and wonderkids, I'm literally peak fucking age, but I had to ask myself, what's my motivation? Why should I continue? Where's the drive?

He taps his chin in contemplation.

J2H: I looked, and I searched at it wasn't difficult to find. See a while ago, I said I wouldn't challenge for the World Championship for a whole year and that year passed and what have we seen in that year? One champion, one person who is sitting there with the belt, going to bed at night knowing they broke my record. Throwing little jabs in my direction while thinking they're special. They fail to see in my reign, I defended it every other week against people much better then we have in here today. I didn't run or hide from multi people matches just to cling on to that belt for a few more weeks, I showed up every week and worked and when I sat there thinking about this, about the championship, about this belt, my motivation was clear. It was to take away the belt from the champ that we all know is gonna leave after I win it back, because the belt, the company I built, even those idiots who pay to see us, deserve better. 

He sighs as he looks down, shaking his head.

J2H: But as usual, the short memories of people, where I put on the greatest matches, had the biggest rivalries, seem to get pushed aside. Maybe someone has a little too much power to pick and choose opponents, or maybe blackmail pics, or whatever, but as usual, the man who has worked harder then anyone else in SCW for the past two fucking years, has to jump through hoops to get to that shot, but that's ok. Whoever's game this is, I'll play it and you know why? Cause I like fucking winning. I should have just been given the spot in this thing, fuck, I should of just been given the championship match instead of watching a weak little civil war between who cares and who gives a fuck, but I see the hoops in front of me to jump through. You made me face Jayden fucking Harris again! I jumped through that loop and yet he still got in to that match... Now I get to face him again, oh joy oh joy. I see why, I'm the star power, he is my natural heat because I fucking hate him, the rest are just there to make up the numbers.

He looks up and stares in front of him.

J2H: That's all they are and I will talk about you in a while Jayden but I need to get these fucking morons out of the way, because they are unworthy of being in this match with me.

He breathes deeply, gathering his thoughts.

J2H: Eddie Lyons, let's start with you. The thing with you Eddie is you've been pretty fucking solid since you showed up, done well, won a few things along the way but you need to ask yourself if you're on the level that I have been on for years. You got to ask yourself if this is one step too far for you. I have no doubt that you will be that little workhorse that you are and in your mind, you think you can handle someone like me, but lets stop that delusion right now. You're really nowhere near my level. There's nothing wrong with confidence, nothing at all, I've built my career on confidence and being able to back it up, I'm J2H, it's what I do, but here's your problem Eddie. You don't have that cutting edge, you don't have that bastard side to you where you will overstep the line and go for that big hit just to get the job done. I've looked back at you and you are not too much different from me. Built yourself up for those little titles, proved you can actually work an angle, that is lost on a lot of fucking people, you've even got people giving a fuck about you but the big difference with us two is the killer instinct and you just don't have it. You just don't have that instinct to take something by the throat and rip it out for the good of yourself because you care too fucking much about what others think. The truth is, your sister, she's got the right idea, she don't give a fuck and makes that very clear, she will step over everyone to get what she wants and that doesn't run in the family. If it did, you might have a chance in this thing but you don't. Maybe you should be like her and you just might stand a chance in this thing.

He smiles slightly before continue.

J2H: Speaking of someone with absolutely no chance, and trust me Eddie, you got more chance then this guy, but Bill Barnhart...

A look of disgust crosses his face.

J2H: Man, if a picture could smell, no one around would be able to keep in their lunch looking at this guy. How the fuck did you get in this match Bill? I mean seriously, who has any interest in seeing you wrestle in general let alone in a big match like this? You're the fucking cure to insomnia. No one gives a fuck about you at all. Let's break down a Bill Barnhart promo shall we? Fat sweaty guy sits talking about management giving him matches, gives a tale of the tape of past battles, which you should stop because you don't win many, then that equally as boring woman talks for you, a narrator talks and you basically spend ten minutes talking about shit everyone already knows. Ever thought about developing yourself to actually seem a little more interesting? No, because you're what we call old school and old school doesn't work anymore Bill, old school is just a way of saying you're incapable of keeping up with modern wrestling. Could you imagine this boring prick as a World Champion? Come on, the company will go broke in a month. Either evolve or get the fuck out of the way old man, because I'm gonna show you that you don't belong in a match like this. However you've got your way in to it, you're about to see that you don't belong and never will. You give scraping the bottom of the barrel a new meaning. Fucking insult to the barrel.

He rolls his eyes before he continues.

J2H: It's like the more I talk about this, the more I go from one idiot to the next because now it's Senor Vinnie.

He looks up and shakes his head as if to ask the heavens why.

J2H: Surrounded by fucking morons in this match. I got an idea to make this match more interesting Vinnie and that's for you to step aside and let the cactus take your place. I mean thinking about it, that little fucking thing that isn't real is more interesting then you are, other then that weird ass thing of the cactus and the dog thing, that was just fucked up. Still, the cactus has more life in it then you. I was actually fucking glad when you was gone for a while Vinnie, no more shit music, no more you chasing some fat woman, then no more you chasing a commentator, it was peaceful. I mean that's what I remember you for, nothing to do with wrestling, nothing that makes me think I should fear you in the ring. I mean are you the same Senor Vinnie that left? Because you look very different behind that scruffy beard of yours but something hasn't changed and that's what you can do in the ring. You was bad then and you're no better now. You're meant to get in my mind and make me feel insecure if you want a chance of beating me, but a banjo playing freak that talks to a cactus and is friends with idiots like Bill Barnhart doesn't make me piss my pants in terror amigo. Might piss my pants laughing at what a sad pathetic joke you are but other then that, no terror, no fear, just an after thought.

J2H looks back up at the stars.

J2H: Now I got to talk about a man everyone is saying should be one of those.

He points to the stars.

J2H: But something just hasn't clicked for you yet, has it Carter? Everyone can see you're the rising star, everyone can see this is your big chance to finally break off the shackles of just another guy on the roster. You do have something above everyone else in this match, two things actually, one, people know who you are and two, people actually give a shit about you. Most people give a shit about you, I might have respect for you from past battles but I don't actually give a shit about you, because like the others, you're in my way for me to get the ultimate goal and that's to save this place from a championship held hostage so respect will go out of the window like it doesn't even exist. Past battles have shown you're not too far off from being the man of the company, it shows that you might have a chance if you came up against the champion, but you have to go for the man who is most likely to get the job done and that's me. I know it's a fairytale ending for you to win this and go on to get that belt, but it's not going to happen Carter. I am gonna stop that happy ending for you. I couldn't give a shit if the fans are behind you and they will be behind you in this one more then anyone else, but I'm gonna disappoint them and leave them all in tears.

He rubs his eyes, mockingly wiping away invisible tears.

J2H: Then there's your little boy toy Miles. Forever in the shadows of Carter. I mean you have some popularity but it's not you they think of first when it comes to your coupling. It's all about Carter, you're just the guy with him, forever to be in his shadow. Like I said about Eddie, you share a trait with him, because you too just don't have that killer instinct to put people away. If it came down to it and you had the chance to eliminate Carter, could you do it? Would you put your personal life on the line for a shot at greatness and stab him in the back with the whole classic playbook move of Crystal whatever she wants to be called these days? No, you couldn't Miles. You couldn't stab him in the back and that makes you weak. Matches like this need strength and you don't have that. I'm not talking about muscle, I'm talking about your mind and we know you're mentally weak because you couldn't take down one of your own, you couldn't sacrifice a relationship for a championship shot. This is how I know you're not standing a chance against me. I would say prove me wrong but we both know you can't do that.

He looks as confident as his words sound.

J2H: One more to go and there's a reason I saved you till last Jayden. We do this dance all the fucking time and more time then not, I end up on top. Have you ever wondered why? Because you fucking suck compared to me! You're fucking nothing compared to me. You never have been and the fact is that won't go through to your brain damaged mind, that you never will be. You showed up here trying to use me for clout and showing what a shitty driver you are, and it's all been downhill from there. Look back at everything, look back at all the things we've gone through, the blood spilled in the ring and you'll see I've always been the one who has come out on top, I've always been the one who's put you behind me, but like an annoying little bastard, you keep coming back for move, over and over again. It's time to end this one Jayden because as much fun as it is to try and make that brain of yours bleed again and put you permanently in a care home, I gotta bigger goals then you to deal with, but one last dance, I will put you away again.

He cracks his knuckles.

J2H: We're the first two in the ring, that's what Christian said and I can read a fucking card, there will be a third joining us, but that third isn't gonna save you. I got my plan and it's to humiliate you, whoever the third is can just stand there and watch, because it's elimination and you're going out before a forth even gets in that ring. I'm gonna invite the third to just sit back and watch from an up close space, watch how a real man gets it done because I'm not getting paid by the hour Jayden, I'm coming to end you quickly, shame you in to stepping away again. I'm not coming here to play games, this is it for us and I will make very short work of you and every other little bitch that steps in my way. Enjoy this last dance Jayden, it will be your last in SCW.

He smiles with confidence.

J2H: Not once of you little bitches in this match actually stand a chance against me, not one of you. I'm the one everyone has come to see, I'm the one everyone knows is the better man in this match, it's not even close. Everyone wants to see me against Finn Whelan or Alex Jones because we all know it's a bigger match then Finn Whelan Vs Alex Jones. This match is a means to an end and when I say I'm not letting this slip through my fingers, I'm not fucking around. I'm coming in to this one more determined then any of you in this, I'm coming in to this more motivated then I ever have before. It's not about this one more run bullshit so many spout about before happily sitting back in the midcard, this is about me saving a championship that needs saving, this is about me chasing people hiding in the shadows, this is about me, it's always been about me, SCW is always been about me and if I got to go through six people to get there, then so be it. Blaze of Glory is going to be my night and no one in this match is gonna stop me.... That's real talk bitch!

And with that, the scene fades to black. >

Preparations for High Stakes XIV was well underway in the TCC Arena in Tucson, Arizona as a busy ring crew started to set the scene for what will no doubt be a night that everyone will remember for a lifetime. The entrance ramp was set up and the ring ready to go, as the crew made their final preparations for Sunday's huge supercard. J2H sat up in the stands, his eyes on his eyes on his son, James Jr, leaning on the barricade and few rows in front, watching the men and women at work. He looked around as the screen burst in to life, testing logos and graphics. His attention turned back to his son, completely taking his focus to the point he didn't even hear his wife Melody walking down the steps beside him. She moved along the row, sitting next her husband, his focus elsewhere.

Melody: Hello? Earth to James?

His head slowly turned around to look at her, an eyebrow raised slightly.

J2H: Sorry, was keeping an eye on the little guy.

His hand pointed towards his son as he leaned on the barricade, looking over. It wasn't uncommon for J2H to bring his son to the big supercards, no matter where they were in the world, he was a huge wrestling fan after all and was popular amongst the wrestlers backstage.

Melody: It's all good. How are you feeling?

The was a rush of emotions running through J2H as he sat and looked at the set. Deep down he knew he could be looking at the last ring he'll ever wrestle in. He knew there was a slight chance Sunday night could be the last night he has as a wrestler.

J2H: I'm fine, it's just a lot to take in.

Melody: But you do this all the time.

Melody was right, before every SCW supercard, J2H would often just appear at the arena a day or two before just to sit and look, just to feel the caged energy. He knew how different it would be when the arena was full and people were screaming for their favourite wrestlers to appear. He could already feel the electric staring to fill the air as he looked down at people pointing directions to others. He could see the excited looks on other wrestlers faces as they inspected the ring and everything around it.

J2H: I know I do, but you know how it is. Biggest show of the year and it rests upon my shoulders to bring it home the way I have so many times, in a match where limits get pushed and shit. 

Melody slightly frowned as she looked towards him. She had always known him to be confident in everything that he did, but this time, he seemed almost human, almost the average Joe you see on the streets.

Melody: Feeling the weight of expectation?

It was a valid question that seemed to snap him back in to his old confident self.

J2H: Not at all. I know what I can do when I get down there. I know everything I'm gonna try to do and will do. This doesn't worry me, not even the insane amounts of money that is riding on this. Millions around the world have bought this show because they think this is my last ride. They think that I will walk out here for the last time and that they can see my career end right in front of their faces.

His eyes quickly diverted towards the ring, tracing his way up the ramp.

Melody: That's the whole point, right? To get people watching.

Her tone was soft and her husband nodded in agreement to her sentiments.

J2H: Yeah, all eyes on the prize and that prize is me. It's not gonna happen but I lose this one, I won't be the biggest loser out of the whole thing, because I am SCW's cash cow. They lose me, they lose a lot of eyes. That's why they keep paying me big money to come back when I didn't need them, because they need me. Everyone back behind that curtain knows this, they lose me, they lose millions. They know if I am done, they better sign me to some non wrestling shit to keep the viewers and pull in the sponsors.

Melody: I have faith in you to win, but what happens to the group if you lose?

It wasn't a question that really passed J2H's mind in the slightest so he took a few seconds to think about it.

J2H: I don't know. I guess Kevin and Alexander continue, I can still be around but won't be able to wrestle again, which I think I might have come to peace with.

The last line shocked Melody as she turned her head towards him with a quick, sharp snap.

Melody: Did I just hear you correctly?

He smiled towards her, his eyes strangely warm for a few seconds before turning back towards his son.

J2H: Worst case scenario that will never happen, is I lose, I leave my boots in the ring and I go home. I don't need wrestling, my reason for wrestling is right in front of me.

Melody knew he was instantly talking about their son, still looking at all the work going on around him.

J2H: But it means I spend more time at home, we don't need money, we got so much as it is. I just get to do the school run and you can still bring him to supercard shows and shit that's local.

Melody frowned towards her husband.

Melody: What do you mean I can bring him to shows?

She put her finger on her cheek, as a mock quizzical look crossed her face.

J2H: You think I'm coming to SCW shows when I'm retired and don't have to be here? Fuck that, I don't like ninety percent of people backstage. I don't like most of the people down their setting up the arena. I have been beating the drum about how lazy this roster is for a long, long time and if I'm forced to leave everything in the ring, I am putting this shit show of a roster far behind me.

He smiled at Melody, but Melody was unsure if he actually meant it or not. Her curiosity got the better of her.

Melody: Do you actually mean that?

J2H: Oh every single word. I am not wasting my time here. I know heckle and Jekyll in the back are probably writing up some kind of deal right now to keep me around if the worst happens, but if it means being around these bunch of freaks and misfits, you know where I'm gonna tell them to shove that thing. No amount of money keeps me around this shower if I don't have to be. I won't train these idiots because they don't work hard enough now, so they'll just piss me off and disappointment me, I won't sit around and give them advice because they're too stupid and I'm certainly not gonna do what every other retired wrestler does.

Melody looked at him unsure what he meant.

Melody: What do you mean by that?

J2H: I'm never having another match again. If I lose, I will not be one of those guys that gets lured back. This is why I never once said I was retired when I was out of the ring. I never once said I was done, because I'm not some hypocritical bitch that will work their way back, sign up for open matches and tournaments. If that guy manages to retire me, then I am done, finished, I will never get back in a ring and wrestle again.

Melody wasn't sure if he was completely serious, but he was one hundred percent sure of his words.

Melody: Not for anything?

J2H: Not for anything. I'm not one of those guys, I'm better then those guys. They say no one is truly retired when you're a wrestler but if I'm forced to without injury, then I am never coming back. I can be done at thirty and never look back, but you know something?

He waited for Melody to respond.

Melody: What's that?

J2H: Doesn't matter cause he's not retiring me on Sunday. I said from day one all those years ago when I was a kid, I was gonna end my wrestling career my own way, I was gonna choose how it was done and when it was done. No one can take that away from at all and no one will, certainly not Michael Harris. It's not even handing over a torch or anything, dudes gonna be gone either way. He's not gonna sit around and dine off the fact he's beat me, ended something he shouldn't have. He'll show up, brag and disappear again, back in to the wild where he will never be seen again.

He said every word with the confidence you expected from him.

Melody: I'm sure that won't be the case.

J2H: Oh it will be. He'll go back to where ever the hell he wants, sitting there with the cold memory that taking my career has led him to absolutely nothing at all. This is why the fates are on my side, this is why everything is screaming out that I will not be retiring on Sunday. Everything is on my side and there's no way I lose this. 

Melody: That's the confidence we know and love.

He was confident, more confident then he's ever been in his life before a match but knew the realization was there. It's wrestling, there's no director shouting cut, there's no re shoots, he knew it could be his last but was sure it wasn't.

J2H: I got nothing here to worry about really. I know his game, I know he will try scare tactics and crazy shit that people will be surprised at. I know this and he knows I know this. He will take himself out by doing something stupid because he's bought in to his own hype. All I gotta do is just be me in that ring, know and accept I won't walk out the same, and do what I do best. I'm not stupid enough to go in to this thinking I'm untouchable, I will bleed and it will hurt like a bitch for a long, long time, but I also know in a couple of weeks, even if I have to be carried to the ring, I will get there and he will bend the knee.

Melody: Maybe you could get carried down her on a throne or something.

She was joking of course, but a smile crossed over her husbands face as he looked towards her with a smile.

J2H: That's actually a great idea. Take down the ropes, carried on a throne, put in to the ring and make him really bow down to the king.

Melody: I didn't....

J2H: It's a perfect idea, the perfect idea to end all this shit. In fact, I'm gonna go now and make that happen, give those two in the back something to really think about.

J2H stood up and shuffled past his wife. Melody rolled her eyes as she took over the role of watching her son, as J2H made his way backstage and the camera faded to black.

---

The spotlight lights up once more as we appear on the same stage as last week, the confident and calm looking J2H stands with his fingers intertwined and his head down. He looked up towards the camera.

J2H: Did you think I was done talking?

He slowly shook his head.

J2H: Welcome to act two, the final act of this long, draw out epic battle between the old and the young, the in his prime and past it. We all saw over last weekend what happens when someone past his prime steps up against someone in his.

He was of course referring to last weekends boxing match.

J2H: I listened to you Michael, I laughed a lot at your maniacal rants with the blood pissing down your head, all crazy eyes and trying to intimidate, but you finally saw what the rest of the world saw. It took blood streaming from your head to finally get what I was trying to show you and that was that I was always in control of this. I could smell the sarcasm from your voice, believe me, it's not lost on me at all, but we know the sarcasm was just to hide the fact that deep down in that black heart of yours, you knew it was true.

He slowly starts to clap, mocking Michael from the week before.

J2H: About time you saw the bigger picture, about time you saw that you've been my little puppet all along. The beast was in me all along and people have been telling you that for a long time, I've been showing you it for a long time, you really should have listened Michael, you really should have stopped playing dumb and start seeing what's around you. Ask yourself why I've been doing what I've been doing. It was always to get rid of you from this world we live in, it was always to get rid of you from what we do and now you can see, I won't stop at nothing till this happens.

A plain look crossed J2H's face as he revealed his plans.

J2H: I was doing this world a favor and now we're coming to the grand finale, the big ending, the thing that everything has lead up to and people expect this to go the comic book way, the superhero wins, or in this case, the anti hero for you, but this is one of those big plot twists Michael, this is where the bad guy wins, this is where the anti hero gets buried. Now movies are a money machine, they do shit like that for the sequel, for the hero to rise and once again take his throne, become the top dog again, but there is no sequel to this one Michael. When that screen fades to black, when it all disappears, the show ends, that's it, there is no comeback, the person here you paint as the villain, will have got rid of the person everyone was rooting for.

His voice was cool, calm, collected and very focused as he continues.

J2H: No matter what you bring to this party, if you really am gonna be that evil, no good son of a bitch that we all know you can be. If you really want to bring that fucked up mind of yours to come and play, it still won't be enough, because you're not enough.

He smiles slightly.

J2H: You heard me, you're not enough, you never have been. This is why I've done everything I can to get rid of you, but you're like a fucking cockroach! You just won't die! I throw you off a fucking ship and in to the sea and you still won't fucking die! 

The angry tones echoed around the room, but soon were replaced with a softer tone, almost dangerous.

J2H: I will change that Michael, because this is the end for you, this is where you run out of strength. I've been trying to get lazy motherfuckers to work hard, or get the fuck out, I've been doing it for a long time but everyone is too fucking scared to call me out on it, but you were a much different case. I could see you was weak since the day I ended up in a ring with you, I could see you were weaker when I last saw you show up for your pay check. I could see you was getting weaker and weaker and that means it's time to go Michael, it's time to head off in to that sunset and disappear forever. I'm going to make that fucking happen and these ungrateful fucks that boo me, they're gonna see that I was doing this for them all along. I was getting rid of the weakest link in the chain that makes up SCW. I am doing this for people who are too fucking blind to see this, but I'm gonna do it anyway.

He nods slowly and with confidence.

J2H: I don't need to be anything like you to win this one. I don't need to go psycho to win. All that bullshit is a front, psycho or not, you still bleed like anyone else and I've proved that. I've seen you bleed like a stuck pig. All that bullshit psycho act means you're scared. It's a big scary front to try and intimidate me and trust me dick for brains, I ain't falling for that bullshit. I'm not scared of the big man acting like it's Halloween all over again. I've beat people crazier then you before because I don't have to put on that front, I just have to go do what I do best and kick the shit out of you. Act deranged all you want but the sad truth is, it's pathetic, you're pathetic, you're a sad little man living in his own head, still thinking he's something special, still thinking he's a draw when really, you couldn't draw flies to horse shit.

Once again, he nods with an air of confidence.

J2H: You're not the bogeyman, you're not some monster from a nightmare, you're a man, a man who can get beat up like every other man around, a man who can get beat in to the middle of next week, just like everyone else and that is what is going to happen. 

He rubs his hand together.

J2H: You're not scary and you never have been. It proves your head isn't there because I am not thirty five you fucking idiot. You think you know me? You don't know shit about what's behind these eyes.

He points to his eyes.

J2H: You think a death match scares me? You think me potentially losing my career scares me? You're living in cloud cuckoo land if you think anything about you scares me. Pull back the curtain on me and see what you think you see, but you have no idea what I have planned. You think this is your domain when really, I've pulled the strings, I know what I'm doing and you're just walking blindly in to what I wanted all along. I wanted something that was gonna pull you in to my web because I know at that point you will think you control everything, you will think you are leading me in to something and that's when I will take you the fuck out. This whole thing has lead to this point and all I had to do was be patience. I worked out you wouldn't just fuck off and not come back, I knew it ate away at you every time you saw me on screen, I knew you just couldn't refuse to walk back towards me. Yeah, you took the belt off me, big fucking deal, I would have taken it back from you a year ago, instead I had to sit and beat five others for it and I know you was watching that match. I know it made you bitter and twisted inside because you saw me beat so many, proving I was and still am the best around.

He places his hands together again.

J2H: It ate you up knowing that if you bothered to show up for that, as champion, there was half a chance you could have ended me that night. You should be fucking grateful I'm giving you another chance to end me now. You wanted my legacy then, I offered you my career, you should be so damn thankful that I even gave you that chance, but it's all part of my game. You heard the phrase give them enough rope and they'll hang themselves? That's what I've done. I've given you just enough rope for you to hang yourself, just enough for you to finish yourself off and that's what's gonna happen. I am not coming here for you to finish me, my career doesn't end this way and it never will. It goes the way I want it to go, it goes the way I see it ending and it will not end because of you. To end my career, you will have to go through with your promise.

He runs his finger across his throat.

J2H: You'd have to kill me. You'd have to end me in front of the entire world. You'd have to look down on me as I take my final breath and see the light fade out in my eyes. You'll have to make good on that promise, but I don't think you have the heart to do it. When you took a dive overboard, I was willing to end you for good, but I don't think you have it in you to do the same to me.

J2H shakes his head and smiles.

J2H: Because you're a coward Michael, you're all talk and no action. You're like a prissy little girl who can talk forever but when it gets to getting things done, when it gets to crossing that point of no return, I don't think you can step over that line. I don't think you've got it in you to go that far, you're all mouth, no action. You want my career? Kill me for it, I fucking dare you to send me out on a blaze of glory, put me in the ground and be remembered. Do it Michael, step over that line and be remembered.

J2H smirks.

J2H: But you won't. You haven't got it in you now, you will never have it in you to go that far, to cross that line, to step over in to a place that no man can return from. 

He shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: You don't have the killer instinct, no matter how much you talk it up, no matter how much you try to act like you do. You just don't have it in you at all, but I'm daring you to Michael. I'm daring you to walk across the line cause no one's gonna remember you for anything else you've ever done. This is your one chance to be remembered, and you are gonna fuck it up. I know you're gonna fuck it up, because that is the story of your life. One big fuck up after another. From your fuck up kid to your fuck up career, to your fuck up life, to your fuck up mind. You're one big fuck up and that's gonna continue over and over again.

He smiles as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You can't do it, you won't do it, you need to bend the knee and admit it, and I will make you do that because I fucking can. I can go through on my promises, I can make them happen, but you, you're just a disappointment to me and everyone else around. You are not on my level and all those promises you made to the people, just empty words, nothing more then hot air, blowing out of a has been's mouth. Just another line to get you another unearned pay day. That's who you are Michael, that's all you'll ever be because when it comes down to it, you're not J2H, you never will be J2H. You're just a sad old man who needs to be put in his place and I know the guy for the job.

J2H points at himself.

J2H: You won't close the curtain on my career, you won't be the one who denies the world this living legend. I'm J2H and you're fucking nothing compared to me. You never have been and you never will be, that's stating facts, that's being honest, that's real talk bitch!

And with that, and possibly for the last time in his storied career, the scene fades to black. >

Climax Control was another winning experience for J2H in one of the strangest matches ever devised by the minds of SCW top brass, a Witches Road match against Bill Barnhart. Some might think whoever put that out there might have a slight obsession with a certain TV show or witches in general but it was another one J2H had overcome. The night had ended, the main event done and all the fanfare that went with it and J2H sat on a bench in the backstage area, dirt and mud still clinging to his body from his aforementioned Witches Road match. Tiredness shot through him as he picked up a bottle of water and drunk deeply as a cameraman spoke to him.

Cameraman: Tough night?

J2H looked up at the man, looking beyond the camera and at the male holding it. He put the water back on the bench to his left.

J2H: No shit Sherlock. Did you see what I had to do tonight? Did you see the shit that happened tonight? Anything to try and get under my skin, so yeah, tough night.

He wasn't in the mood for stupid questions but his tired legs wouldn't allow him to stand and move away from them.

Cameraman: At least you won, right?

J2H lowered his eyebrows and frowned towards the camera, almost a look of disgust passing on to his face.

J2H: You know who you're sitting here talking to, right? I mean you came at me with a camera, you knew I won so what kind of stupid fucking thing is that to say to me? Did you or anyone else expect less? I mean, wasn't it obvious that I was gonna do some stupid ass match and still win and not because Bulldog put respect on my name and was in awe of who the fuck I am, it's because I am that fucking good. I am better then everyone around, so yeah, at least I won? Shit man, we have trained reporters here who know how to ask questions and you clearly want to be one of them, you should stick to holding the camera.

The awkwardness of the cameraman could be felt through the airways but he kept his camera pointed at J2H.

Cameraman: Sorry, I'll leave you alone. Good luck in your match next week.

The cameraman turned to leave, the screen flashing around to show others walking around, but J2H called after him.

J2H: Whoa! Get your ass back here!

The camera stopped panning and returned to a curious looking J2H, his hand resting on his chin.

J2H: What match next week? The fuck are you talking about? Stop stumbling and spit it out.

Cameraman: I uh, I ummm.

J2H: What part of stop stumbling didn't you get? This fucking place is full of geniuses. Did you go to school to hold that camera or did they just find you wondering around the streets? Spit it out.

Cameraman: I got the schedule for next weeks, that comes with the card and your name is on it.

He gritted his teeth as his face turned to a stone look, perfectly still as he narrowed his eyes and looked at the camera.

J2H: First off, I don't wrestle two weeks in a row. I've already done them a solid by wrestling that big ball of sweat this week and trust me, that swamp shit didn't make him smell any better and secondly, why would a lowly guy like you find out about this shit before I would?

Cameraman: I...

J2H raised a hand, cutting the man off instantly.

J2H: Shut the fuck up, I just want you to answer my question, it's not a difficult one for a guy like you with all the answers. Just tell me this, who the fuck am I kicking the shit out of next week?

The air of awkwardness once again fills the area.

Cameraman: Erm, Kevin Carter and Alexander Raven...

J2H frowned at the man.

J2H: So six man tag, fine, great, let me rephrase the question so you understand. Who the fuck are we kicking the shit out of next week?

Cameraman: No, you're facing Kevin Carter and Alexander Raven in a triple threat match.

J2H stared blankly at the man, the camera shifting awkwardly as J2H lets the news sink in a bit.

J2H: Are you fucking kidding me!?

He tone rose quickly, louder and more angry.

Cameraman: No, it says Christian...

J2H threw up a hand, stopping the man in his tracks.

J2H: Christian fucking Underwood. I should have known he has his dirty little fingerprints all over this one! Should have fucking known the second he appeared, he would do whatever it takes to fuck with me cause his little buddy couldn't handle us on his own. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to point this camera at me and not ask another stupid question again, are we clear?

Cameraman: Yes.

J2H: Good.

J2H took a deep breath as he looked down the camera, not taking any notice of the cameraman.

J2H: I guess you think you're pretty smart, eh Christian? Make this little return when no one has given a shit about you for a long time and now you're trying to be relevant again by getting in my business, in the business of the three biggest talents you have? Some genius move, three people give you ratings and money and you come and try and shit on that for what? You're trying to drive a wedge between the people  who put money in your pocket. That's called shitting where you eat Christian and I ain't falling for that shit.

He stood up and started to pace slowly up and down.

J2H: Genius plan, come back and drive a wedge between us, try and destroy the only interesting thing about this fucking company? Where's your world champions Christian? What are they fucking doing for ya? Nothing! Where's the people you have has champions other then Alexander working his ass off? They're nowhere to be found when they don't have to wrestle but you wanna come back like some kind of hero and destroy us. I used to think you was a smart businessman Christian, but now I feel you're like the rest of them, you're ego driven, you're pushing your means above the good of this place. You should have stayed on vacation and counted the money we were making you. Your plan isn't gonna work Christian.

He stopped pacing and looked down the camera.

J2H: We're not stupid, we're not your fucking puppets, we're not going to that ring to fracture everything we've built, the only fucking group that's made this place interesting. Everyone else faded away but you try to break us cause we're stronger then you've ever been well fuck you Christian.

He pressed his hands together.

J2H: What do you want me to say? Do you want me to look down this camera and tell you how bad Alexander Raven and Kevin Carter are? Do you want me to shit on them by telling the world I'm better then them and I can beat them whenever I want to. You want me to sell this by starting shit and thinking this could kick off some kind of war. I get it, no one can destroy us except ourselves. I'm not doing anyone's dirty work for them. You want to take us down, you gotta do so much better then this bullshit.

He tapped the side of his head.

J2H: I'm J2H, I'm not just the best wrestler in the world, I'm not just amazing at everything I do, but my mind is untouchable, I can smell bullshit a mile away, I can see people's end games before they even start writing the fucking script. I'm not just some thick as shit wrestler still wet behind the ears, and I've got more education in my little finger then everyone on this roster combined and people still think I can fall for this. Seen it all before, big boss at the top tries to feel like he belongs, tries to relive those glory days that are long gone... Yeah Mark, I'm talking about you, just fucking give it up already! Then another big boss who has been overshadowed sits there and feels that draw back to the spotlight, so they put their heads together and come up with this. Come up with trying to take away your cash cow for just a moment in the sunlight one more time before they go back to sitting at a desk and signing their names on things.

He shook his head in disappointment.

J2H: Biting the hand that feeds you just because you think you can start something between me and my brothers. Everyone loves a good sibling rivalry but this is one of those falling flat one your face moments because it won't happen, I won't let it happen because we are stronger then you fucking think. You think we're gonna go to that ring and kill each other for you two to sit back there with your popcorn and shit eating grins on your faces?

He looked away from the camera.

J2H: Not going to happen.

He turned his head back to camera, a look of anger on his face.

J2H: No matter what you think you've done, no matter how much you pat yourself on the back or jerk each other off, we're so much fucking stronger then you on every level. Physically, mentally, we're better then you both, so if you think this shitty little plan is going to work, you're wrong, because my fists are not going to be beating on Kevin, these feet will not be kicking on Alexander, and I know they won't be laying a finger on me. Your master plan has fallen at the first hurdle.

He looked deep in to the camera.

J2H: So play your games, fuck around, think you're the big men around here, act like you run the show and we don't, when you know in reality who really runs this place. No matter what the fuck you do or say, we're not imploding, all this is for nothing, so again, go fuck yourself.... that's real talk bitch!

His mind was clear as his feet pounded the pavements down the south bank of the river Thames, his feet hitting the solid ground in rhythm as he jogged his way through the streets of The City Of London, on a typically cold London morning.

It wasn't unusual for J2H to pull his hood over his head and blend in with the crowd to run every morning, no matter where in the world he was, and today was no different as he pounded the streets while thinking about the challenges that stood in front of him on Sunday at Violent Conduct X. He was always confident in his abilities and this was no different as the confidence with every stride he took grew and grew.

He stopped for a few seconds, looking across the river at the famous London Eye, essentially a giant Ferris Wheel located next to the river, allowing people to sit in a pod and look over the famous and historical city. He breathed deeply as he looked at the line of tourists lining up to ride the attraction as fine rain slowly started to fill the air and he looked to his right at his future running route.

He noticed people looking towards him, pointing at him and knew he had been recognised but he didn't care, his mind was focused on Sunday.

He started to run again, thoughts running though his mind as he took a fast pace, moving past people.

"Sunday is what it's all about. Everything has been leading to this. Months of my life. Months of my hard work, months of putting this fucking roster to shame and showing them what it's like to actually work, it's all come down to this.

For so long you've shown everyone that you're still the best in the world without that championship, you knew you didn't need it, you knew you could let the little people play with that championship because you knew you didn't need a belt to be up there because you showed them all what wrestling was all about and Sunday is gonna be your crowning fucking moment because you're gonna show them just how good you are, no matter what gets thrown at ya."

The speech in his own head brought his confidence levels through the roof as a smiled crept on to his face as he moved through the streets. Luckily he had timed it well enough that most people were already where they needed to be today and tourists were the main group around.

"Violent Conduct will live up to it's name, Violent Conduct will be something no one on this fucking earth will forget, because you will make them remember this shit for the rest of their lives. No one is gonna expect a fucking thing that I'm gonna do, no one is going to ever forget it."

It wasn't uncommon for J2H to think like this as he built himself up before a big match, even days before. He knew the key to success was his own confidence and he knew it couldn't be destroyed or matched.

"Everyone claims to be the best in the world, but they will never come close to me, they will never be anywhere near as good as I am. I am J2H, I am the main fucking attraction. Even in this miserable city full of tourist traps, I am still the main attraction and on Sunday, I will prove it."

His feet hit the solid ground harder as he moved in and out of the crowd, moving back towards the hotel room he had called home for longer then he wanted. He had finally got to his destination and slowed down to walk inside to be met with the familiar faces he had been waiting for, for the entire tour.

Melody and James Jr.

His family had made it to London, and he knew that everything was going to be perfect. He was focused on Sunday but before then, he could relax and have some family time

---

London Zoo, another of London's tourist traps with high prices and very little to offer, was strangely a place people from all over the world flocked to. Money wasn't an object to J2H and his family so bringing his son and wife to an overpriced place barely registered in his mind or bank account. He walked through the zoo arm in arm with his wife as he watched his son staring in amazement at the animals that surrounded him. They watched him stare in to a cage with giraffes roaming freely around, sitting on a bench nearby, their eyes focused on him.

J2H: This is a pretty shitty zoo.

The random words from her husband's mouth made Melody raise an eyebrow towards him, curiosity covering her face.

Melody: What makes you say that?

J2H looked around himself before returning his gaze to his son.

J2H: This is a zoo, but this place doesn't even have an elephant. What kind of place calls itself a zoo and doesn't have an elephant?

Melody smothered a smile with her left hand but the look on J2H's face was completely and utterly serious.

Melody: Erm... ok..

J2H: Not a damn zoo without an elephant. Come on.

Again, Melody covered her mouth as she frowned away from him for just a second before turning to look back at him.

Melody: So Sunday, it's a big day.

J2H turned his head to the left to look at her as she turned her attention to their son.

J2H: Same as most, show up, beat someone up, leave this miserable cold country.

Melody: But what happens after that?

He couldn't help but feel slightly surprised by her serious tone.

J2H: What do you mean?

Melody: Well you've been touring around the world for months and I know shows will be back in America after that, but physically, this match is going to take it out of you.

He tilted his head in a slight agreement with her.

J2H: This match might be a nothing match. Roulette rules means shit with some of the stupid crazy shit people sneak on to that thing. I could end up in one of those scientific matches or a no punch in the face match or something, but I've pretty much done everything in the past, so whatever it is, isn't gonna bother me, it's not gonna shake me and I have healing powers of a God, I can bounce back in no time.

Concerned, and her face showing that concern, Melody placed her hand on J2H's knee.

Melody: But what happens after that? Surely this is the end of the whole thing, the blow off match?

He rested his hand on hers, looking towards her.

J2H: I don't know. I know I won't be going for the World Championship, I made that clear months ago. I will admit, I'm never gonna get bored of beating Jayden up. It's one of those little pleasures in life that everyone should do just once.

Melody knew J2H was joking but was intent on finding out what he might be thinking.

Melody: Be serious.

J2H: Well, it is fun beating up Jayden, but what's been more fun is showing everyone backstage how to build things. Me, Kevin, Alexander, and even that fool Jayden have shown everyone what they should be doing to get noticed. We are the most talked about thing on the show, no one even cares what the champions are doing and I don't care that people got pissy that we are just behind the main event.

Melody's face scrunched as she heard the last line.

Melody: People got upset?

He nodded as a proud smile crossed his face.

J2H: Yeah. Top belts should be the last two matches and all that shit. Bullshit, complete bullshit, because neither of them could be bothered to sell anything. Even if they didn't know their opponents, not one champion did anything to get peoples attention but we did, fuck, we should be in the main event for this. We earned everything out there. That was us getting their attention. Every week we went and did something.

Melody nodded her head in agreement.

Melody: You did.

J2H: No one else can say that, but we did it. Anyone could have done it, anyone could have stood out in the crowd from this piss poor roster, anyone at all but no one did. The whole roster could have stood up and made an effort but none of them did. We pushed them to do something, to be better then what we was doing and no one stood up. Spineless bunch. The thing is, this has actually been a whole lot of fun.

A look of surprise instantly appeared on Melody's face.

Melody: Slow down there. Did you just admit that you're having fun? That wrestling is really fun for you?

He rolled his eyes as he looked away from Melody. He's never once admitted that wrestling was actually fun.

J2H: Well, it's not like I need to do it. When I came back a couple of years ago, wrestled more often then High Stakes, I didn't think it would get this far. I didn't think I'd grab that World championship a couple more times. I didn't think I'd do anything after Blast From The Past but I fucking rocked it and got eyes on it. Yeah, I got bored but this whole thing, the whole creating shit from the ground up, putting eyes on this place again, it became fun.

Melody puts her hand on her chest, over dramatizing her shocked response.

Melody: Never thought I'd see the day.

J2H: Neither did I.

Melody: Are you gonna take a break after this match at least?

It was a hard question to answer, he hadn't thought about it.

J2H: I don't know. I think when this shit is all done, we go home via somewhere else where we can sit on a beach for weeks and see what happens. I ain't looking at retiring or any of that shit. We'll see who the hell deserves to be in the ring with me next, or who's got the stones to step up and try and stop us. We can take this place over, we can take over and make people chase us if they can be bothered to put the effort in.

He sighed slightly.

J2H: It doesn't matter who it is. If not one is gonna step up, we'll sit back and take our time picking the next target. Until then, don't worry, let's just enjoy the day and deal with everything after Sunday.

That was his final word on it, and as planned, the rest of the day was indeed family time.

---

He stood outside Buckingham Palace on a cold, grey morning, tourists undeterred by the poor London weather and the potential of rain at any minute. J2H pulled his fur lined hood of his thick yellow jacket, over the top of his baseball cap, the peak of the cap shading his eyes. Tourists moved past him but he was focusing on the camera in front of him, his eyes looking only at that.

J2H: Yes, there's a theme to my shit. My promos are in front of palaces, not some shitty Salco old school hotel room, slam the laptop bullshit, called fitting in with the theme of things.

He gritted his pearly white teeth as the serious look continued to cross his face.

J2H: Man, I am so sick of this shit, so sick of every fucking thing I've had to see, every fucking thing I've had to listen to for months. It's the same old song and dance, the same old stuff to get noticed, the same everything over and over to try and fit in to a place you really don't belong and to hell with everyone who sees how much of a dick head you are, but in your head, you're super fucking cool and think you're popular, think you're respected. So focused on the bullshit you think you're doing right, you just can't see everyone laughing behind your back and thinking that they can not wait to see you crash and burn. You do all of this thinking you're gonna get somewhere in this situation, when everyone watch can not wait to see you fail. Everyone can see the shit you're trying to pull and they're laughing at you, they're smiling, they know you're in way over your head with what you're doing and there's a lot of people out there that are simply embarrassed by your behaviour.

He slowly shook his head, slowly enough that it was barely noticeable.

J2H: But you keep going on, you keep the fantasy in your own little head alive, while trying to punch above your weight. In your head, everything makes sense, right? Running around like a dog with two dicks but you think it's great. Tough man, hard man, guy who thinks he can get what's out of his reach because somewhere in that deluded little mind of yours, you're destined to get what you want. I'm gonna tell you the truth and that truth is you're not gonna get what you want, regardless of the fact that you'll piss on anyone to try and get it.

He stared hard down the camera.

J2H: You live in your own little world if you think that you will get what you want. You live up in your head where there's you and what you want, but I live in reality. I live right here in reality where I can see everything through clear eyes and so can everyone else. I can see that one day, you'll have to go crawling back like the little bitch that you are to the people who once respected you and admit that you failed. You tried to get in my head, you tried to gaslight me, tried to make me feel that I wasn't seeing things clear, but I see things much clearly then you think.

He pointed to his right eye with his right hand.

J2H: Through your eyes, you thought you was special, talk a lot of shit, throw your weight around, thinking that you gained some popularity and that you are untouchable, that you're someone's future, that your future won't be so boring and shitty, but I see it through crystal clear eyes. I've sat there and watched your every, single fucking move you've made lately, I've watched you try and get the right people on your side to get you closer to your goal and I know that your goal, it's fake, it's not going to happen no matter how many people you get close to. It won't happen no matter how many times you stick that dirty tongue of yours up the assholes of people you think will get you closer to what will get you there. The fact is week after week, you make yourself look stupider and stupider. Over and over again, you make yourself look like a weak ass bitch that's all talk and no substance.

He half smiled as his finger pointed to his lips.

J2H: Even right at this minute, you're sitting there sucking up to people, talking your bullshit to try and get you what you want. You want me gone for good, you want me out of the way because I will not stand for any of your shit. I'm your biggest threat and you know it, and you will do whatever you can to get me out of the way. Kiss up to the right people, drop comments about me. Here's the fucking thing dick, you're not getting rid of me and I will stop you from getting everything you want here. I will go darker then I ever have to stop you from getting anywhere near what you want.

He pressed his hands together.

J2H: I'm willing to do that Jayden.

He took a step closer to the camera.

J2H: I didn't even have to mention your name for people to make the connection that all that was the bare bones of what you've done for a long time, and I don't have to put your name in my mouth again, I don't need to have that rotten taste in there. You haven't changed from the moment I met you, you haven't grown, or evolved. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results and for fucking months, I've watched you do that over and over again and watched you not give a fuck on who you've stepped on. Do you think this makes you the slightest bit popular? Do you think it makes people care about you to step in to places where you really shouldn't be. You've been making a fool of yourself for so fucking long, you probably don't know how to stop till someone gets hurt. It's gonna be you that gets hurt, because you're about to lose everything you had and everything you could have had. You're about to lose who you were, you're about to lose who you are and you're about to lose everything you could have had.

He took a deep breath.

J2H: You could have had so much, everything you ever wanted, but you're a fuck up. You've always been a fuck up but right now, you're sitting there trying to fuck you're life up. You're like some old drunk going through a midlife crisis trying over and over to screw some cheap barmaid cause she flashes her tits and knows your name. You self sabotage every single thing in your life cause deep down you know you don't match up. Deep down, you know that little dick energy you give off means that no one will take you serious so you try over and over again to be noticed. You try over and over to be the loudest bitch in the room, when people sit there and wish you would just shut the fuck up and go home. Go home, watch shit movies and stop looking for everyone to give you the attention cause the only attention you're getting is people laughing behind your back. You have people embarrassed to be in your company. You're the kinda guy who walks in a room and people think not this prick again.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued with his serious tone.

J2H: This is what I see every time you end up anywhere near me. This what I think when I see you walking down that ramp, knowing what you're gonna do before you do it. You can see every little thing you're gonna do before you even do it. I know what you're gonna say, how you're gonna act, I know what's gonna be utter bullshit before it goes from your brain to your mouth. I know you're doomed to repeat the same shit you do all the time. This is what you've done for months, how'd that work out for you?

He paused for ample time for an answer that never needed to come back.

J2H: What changes at Violent Conduct? Nothing at all because once again, you've gone and got yourself in way over your fucking head with your own actions that you could have avoided just by taking a second and thinking. You've put yourself in a position to get hurt, in a position where you really can't win. This is your piss or get off the pot moment because you've put yourself in a position where you want everyone's respect, but all that shit talk you do, all that shit that you think earns respect, earns you nothing. People are bored of every little thing you do, people are bored of you acting like a fucking child. It's time for you to grow the fuck up, realise you're not a kid anymore and see that your actions will have consequences that will get you well and truly fucked up.

He cracked his clenched right fist against the palm of his left hand.

J2H: I know you won't learn but you've put yourself against more then just me and I know I can beat the shit out of you. You've gone and put yourself against three because your mouth is bigger then your brain. All because you think you're God's gift to pro wrestling and that people are gonna look up to you but after Sunday, they're just gonna see the man you really are. A never was, that's how they will see you because I will make them see you that way. Everything in your life, you've come up short, everything you've tried to do in your life, you've come up short. You've achieved absolutely nothing in your sad little life, and before you know it, you'll be middle aged and looking back on the times you shared a work place with me and see that you've done nothing with your life at all and over half of it has passed you by.

He can not stop himself from smiling.

J2H: You're gonna be sitting there in your pokey little place with zero fucking good memories to look back on, just nothing but regrets on how you wasted your potential. A mind full of what if's and nothing to show for it. Make all the bold moves you want, be brave while you're young, but you're a born failure, and nothing will change that, Sunday won't change that because you will not go through three of us, you will not go through one of us. You can put this one down to being a fucking moron because Sunday, we end you. Sunday, Violent Conduct lives up to its name and you better hope that I come out first to save you from more and more beatings.

His face changed back to a serious look.

J2H: This whole thing doesn't end well for you, and I will be laughing when your whole fucking world falls to shit. There will be no one there to pick you up, there will be no one there to put a hand on your shoulder and tell you it will be alright, it will never be alright. Remember this, this is all your fault, no one else's, yours. You have mastered your own downfall, you have brought all this on yourself, no one else left this at your doorstep and told you to pick it up, no one held a gun to your head and told you to put yourself where you are and do all that you have done. You did this to yourself, you made the choice to go for something out of your range, like getting rid of us, and now you will suffer the consequences. When this happens, don't be a cry baby bitch and blame it on anyone other then the one man in this world that is to blame for this shit shower.

He pointed down the camera.

J2H: You.

He tilted his head to look down the camera at an angle.

J2H: No one else out there is to blame, just yourself. You created this entire mess and you're gonna live in it when I'm done with you, because I'm being serious. I will ruin your life, I will ruin your career, I will make sure that you know daily what a fucking let down you are to every single person that has to hear you shouting to be heard. No one cares about you, you're a fucking joke, an unfunny joke and it's time to end this bullshit, it's time to end you for good. It's time for you to see that sense I'm gonna beat in to that tiny little head of yours, because your days of thinking that you're something special are coming to a fucking end.

J2H walked towards the camera, his face close to it.

J2H: And that's real talk bitch!

J2H walks past the camera, leaving one final shot of the palace in the background before the scene fades to black.

The day had passed and the moon had risen, shining down on the water surrounding the cruise ship. One man stood on an abandoned deck, no one within one hundred feet of him as he looked down at the activity below. The camera zoomed in on the man to see him as J2H.

J2H: Why fucking him?

He spoke through gritted teeth as the words hit the night air.

J2H: Of all the fucking people who would have came to the rescue of that worthless piece of shit, it had to be him, it had to be the man who did what he did to me. Beat me within an inch of who I was, changed me in ways I could never explain. It had to be Entity, it just fucking had to be.

The angry tone in his voice filled the air.

J2H: Probably thought you played a masterstroke, right Jayden? Finding the man who tried to put me in the ground, just to fuck with my head a little more. I think you got that one a little bit wrong because it's another genius move for you cause what you've done is put someone in the firing line that I've wanted to get my hands on for a long, long time. Oh no, not the man who beat me up and disappeared, not the guy who fucked with my head, what am I to do?

His tone was mocking and a cocky smile appeared.

J2H: Bro, I've been waiting to get my hands on him for a long fucking time. I needed to put right what went wrong last time and I'm not gonna fucking miss, so maybe I should thank you Jayden, maybe I should thank you because you're the fucking gift that just keeps giving. You're forever giving me the chance to beat the hell out of you, always giving me that chance and now you've given me a chance to bury someone I've wanted to for a long time.

A serious look passed J2H's face.

J2H: You must be thinking that you could do what you did to me again, you little masked bastard. I got news for ya, lightning isn't gonna strike twice, you're not doing that to me again, you're never doing that to me again, because pay back is a bitch and I'm about to be collecting. I thought about this moment over and over again Entity, I laughed when your star started to fade, but I always knew we'd cross paths again and I was ready for it, I am ready for it, I will not be the one laying there with blood pissing out of my head again. This doesn't happen for you again, in fact, what happens will be the opposite, but I won't be disappearing like you did, I'll make sure to hit, and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit and hit, till you stop moving. I will beat you so fucking hard, they're going to have to peel me off you. You being the stupid one to join that idiots side, just put you in a whole fucking world of trouble. I'm not coming to play Entity, I'm coming to hurt your DC villain looking ass. You changed me, you made me sit there and think I was playing too nice for shit bags that don't deserve to breathe the same air as me. You made me switch back to who I once was, the person everyone hoped was dead and buried.

He smiled.

J2H: But he's alive and kicking thanks to you. You will be destroyed by your own creation, you will be wiped out. It's your own fault for wanting to help out that idiot. Speaking of that idiot.

He cleared his throat.

J2H: When will you learn Jayden?

He paused for a second.

J2H: Stupid question because we all know the answer is you'll never learn. You keep coming at me, you come at Raven and you expect things to be different because you have something that looks like shit CGI in your corner? Just because you have him there makes you no less of the trash you've always been. This is just rinse and repeat. You come at us one way, we kick the shit out of you, you come at us another way, again, we kick the shit out of you, you come at us a different way, we kick the shit out of you. Do you see a fucking pattern here Jayden? Everything you do is pointless when it comes to us because it ends the same way, every fucking time, it ends the exactly same way but you're too stupid to see that.

He let out a sigh.

J2H: Did I give you brain damage or something with every beating I gave you? Is that why you keep coming back like a little lost puppy? I guess I never got the message across clear enough so I'm gonna up my game and give you a clearer message that we are done after this, no more trying to take down the man who is clearly your hero.

He pointed to himself.

J2H: No more will you be chasing me for clout, because you want to be in my spotlight. This will be your burial at sea. This is where I make sure no one ever has to hear your name again. We're sick of you Jayden and its down to me to put an end to you, it's down to Alexander to put an end to you and in a couple of days time, we're gonna do exactly that.

He looked around.

J2H: Enjoy your last few days at sea, enjoy your last few days in life because this is one trip you don't come back from. This will be the last thing you ever do in life. This will be it for you. So say goodbye to your family, look in their eyes at the disappointment of having you born in to their world, because you're going out of this world as your daddy's biggest failure.

He smirked slightly.

J2H: This is where it all ends for you, it will not be your dream ending. This is it for you Jayden, you can't and won't stop it, there's nothing left for you to do but accept it. That's real talk bitch.

The camera fades to black.