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« Last post by Jayden on May 23, 2025, 06:19:54 PM »
Every hospital always seemed to be the same. It was chilly. It gave a bit of an ominous and even at times scary feeling. Most hospitals didn’t exactly feel the most inviting place on earth. Jayden would know that feeling more than most. With all the time he had spent in the hospital within the last year thanks to numerous injuries. And he was feeling it right now as he walked through the halls of the Necker-Enfants Malades Hospital. It was himself, a nurse, and a translator. Hearing the nurse speaking up as they approached a set of doors.
Nurse: Bienvenue dans notre aile terminale pour les enfants!
Of course Jayden’s expression said it all. Not the most fluent in any language other than his own. Oh and enjoy spanish to get himself in trouble. Right away the translator doing their job,
Translator: She said welcome to our terminal wing for children.
Jayden: Why is she saying it so excitedly?!
Translator: Jayden!
Jayden: What? She is. Seems kind of fucked up if you ask me. Especially if these kids are terminal.
Translator: Just go!
The two of them started to follow behind the nurse. She pushed those doors open into a separate wing of the hospital. Several rooms were on each side of the hall. Each room has a child in it. Some alone. Some with their families. It was a haunting and very sad sight to see. The three of them kept walking until a nurse stopped right outside of one of the rooms.
Nurse: Voici la chambre de George. Il a hâte de te rencontrer, Jayden !
Again. Jayden’s attention went right to the translator.
Translator: She said this is George’s room and that he very excited to meet you.
Jayden: That’s dope. Can we go in?
The nurse at least understood what he was saying and didn’t need any translation of her own. She eagerly nodded her head and opened the door for the two of them. Jayden walked in followed by the translator. George opened his eyes from the bed he was lying in. A very faded smile crossed the young man’s lips. He looked exhausted, but the fact he was able to smile said a lot. In an attempt to make things easier. The translator spoke to the young boy first.
Translator: Parles-tu anglais George?
George: Quelques.
This led to the translator turning her head to Jayden. Giving him a small nod. Almost as if it was okay for him to attempt to communicate.
Jayden: Hey there man.
George: Bonjour Jayden!
Jayden: How are you hanging in there?
George: Fatiguée.
Jayden: Tired? I am sorry to hear that. Hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I got to Paris and I was told by a couple of people. You were a big fan of wrestling. Big fan of mine too from what I hear.
George: Yes! Been following your career.
Jayden: Eh, it ain’t much of one. I am still trying to find my footing. Trying to figure out what works. What doesn’t work. Got a lot of work to do still.
George: Soon. You’ll be a champion.
Jayden: I can only hope, but it’s not so easy. Excited for a big event to be happening in your hometown though? I don’t know how often SCW has even visited Paris before now.
George: Very excited. I waited for SCW event here in Paris. Long time now. My twin sister and I both.
Jayden: That’s awesome man. I’ve always wanted to compete here in Paris at least once. Kind of got this bucket list of my own of countries I want to wrestle in. This is crossing one off. But I know it is probably a bummer. You’re not going to get to be there in person on Sunday. I’d be willing to bet you and your sister are going to get together to at least watch it online right?
Silence immediately fell over their conversation. The sick boy kind of lowered his eyes some and he shook his head from side to side.
George: No. She is no longer with me.
Jayden: Aw. I am sorry to hear that.
George: Diagnosed with the same rare disease. Miss her daily. But she told me before she left. We’d be seeing each other soon.
Jayden: Soon? Nah man. You’ll see each other again one day, but not soon. I can tell you’re a fighter. I can tell you got one hell of a heart inside of you. You got the ability to overcome whatever the doctors told you. I can get that vibe out of you.
George: But My twin. We did everything together. We had big dreams together. Big goals for each other. I am very tired of fighting without her.
Jayden: You may have done everything together. It doesn’t mean that you have to give up your fight because she’s no longer here. I guarantee you, that’s not what she would have wanted for you at all.
For a moment. Jayden just shook his head. Not really believing what he was hearing. Not something that he himself was willing to even accept.
Jayden: You are still here. You got to live for yourself. You got to fight for yourself. You’ve got to overcome this for yourself. It’s okay to be selfish at times. Those dreams and goals of yours can still be accomplished. You’ll just have to do it on your own. It doesn’t mean you’re disrespecting her or her memory. It doesn’t mean you are forgetting about her. If anything you’re honoring her. And nothing would make her smile more as she’s looking down over you.
George: You really believe that?
Jayden: I do believe that. So, I’m telling you. As someone that you are a fan of and as someone that believes in the fighter you are. I want you to fight hard for yourself. I want you to start aiming to accomplish those goals and dreams. I want you to watch Into The Void this weekend and enjoy it just as much as you would if your sister was here. Because I am going to check back in before I leave. I want to hear what you thought of the show. I want to hear some progress with you. Do I make myself clear?
George: I understand. Merci Jayden! Merci!
Jayden: No need to thank me, dude. Thank you for being a fan and thank you for being an inspiration. You might not know it right now, but you are.
That smile was a little bigger and a little warmer on the child’s face. Jayden reached out with his hand. Leading to George doing the same with a small fist bump. From there Jayden and his translator walked back out of the room. The nurse just outside waiting for them to start walking them back down the hall.
Translator: What was that?
Jayden: What was what?
Translator: You’re out there giving that little boy false hope. He’s terminal Jayden. There is no coming back from this.
Jayden: I refuse to believe anything like that. Diseases suck. Cancer sucks. Yes, it claims lives. Lots of them every single year, but that doesn’t mean you have to give up. He shouldn’t give up. Damn sure shouldn’t give up just because his sister isn’t here anymore.
Translator: You don’t understand that a bond twins tend to share with each other. It’s a bond that normal siblings don’t even have with each other.
Jayden: You’re right. I don’t understand the bond. And I don’t care to understand it either. I’m dealing with that bullshit with my career. With an idiot that can’t think for himself all because of his sister. But this is real life. That kid needed someone to give him a dose of reality. He can do something for himself and it will be okay.
Translator: I still think you are missing the point and I don’t really think you had the right to infringe on that child’s relationship with his deceased sister.
Jayden: Believe what you want, but when that kid ends up overcoming all of this. Goes on to be a success story. I’ll know the decision I made was the right one.
Back out those doors the two of them went being led by that nurse. Jayden wasn’t one to back down from anything. It did not matter the situation. If he felt like he was right. If he feels like he was justified. He was going to make it clear that he wasn’t going to budge. And now more than ever he realized that he had people that actually looked up to him. So therefore he was going to be the hero that they needed. Even if some people felt like he was wrong.
Every bit of Jayden had felt busy since he had touched down. Media appearances. Meet and Greets. Signings. Press conferences. It all took up his time and when he did find a moment or two to spare. He found himself dedicating his craft in the gym like he always had. But today? Or rather tonight. Jayden was making time for himself. A nice bar just right down the street from the hotel. Didn’t look like it was a rowdy bunch. Nothing more than the old locals. That was do-able. Sitting there in the corner of the bar to himself. As the bartender approached him.
Bartender: Americana?
Jayden: Yes.
Bartender: You’re in luck. I know most english. What can I do for you?
Jayden: A double blackberry Mojito.
Bartender: Fancy fella huh? I’ll be right back.
There was a bit of a nod from Jayden as he acknowledged the bartender just before he walked away. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone. All while hearing the bell to the bar’s entrant door ring directly behind him. Not paying much attention to the person that blew right by him and took their seat at the bar just a couple seats away. That was all until Jayden heard their voice. Couldn’t have been more noticeable.
??: Jack and coke. Keep them coming!
Placing his phone down on the bar. Jayden looked up in the direction of the voice. Sure enough sitting there at the bar with his back turned to Jayden was none other than his father. Jayden’s face just crippled with confusion.
Jayden: Dad?
His calling out forced the legendary wrestler to turn around. His own confused and shocked expression.
Michael: Jayden? What the hell are you doing here?
Jayden: I’m wrestling on Sunday. You already knew that... But the better question is what the hell are you doing in Paris at all?
Michael: Oh. Blair wanted to go on a shopping spree. But apparently it’s a surprise for me, so I came to get a drink or two while she finishes up.
Jayden: So you come to Paris?!
Michael: She’s a woman of taste and class. We’ve got the jet. We might as well use it.
Jayden: But Paris? For a shopping spree?!
Michael: Give it time, kid. You’re a newly wed. Won’t be long before Saraia is asking for things like this.
Jayden: The fuck she will.
Michael: Used to say the same thing at your age.
By then the bartender was sliding his father his drink. Before walking down to Jayden to hand over his. Michael snatched his glass off the bar and took a couple of steps towards Jayden to sit a little closer. Jayden was mid drink when he could hear the judgemental tone of his father.
Michael: You really think you should be consuming anything with alcohol in it this close to a big match, kid?
That glare in Jayden’s natural expression began to take shape a little more. Taking the glass away from his lips.
Jayden: That’s rich coming from a guy who was involved in the hayday of somas and steroids. Don’t really think you should be passing any kind of judgement onto me.
Michael: It’s not coming from a place of judgement. It’s coming from a place of concern for your career and everything you got riding on it.
Jayden: And we had this talk not that long ago when you tried to tell me I was not coming back after that bullshit with Alexander Raven. I’m a grown ass man. My career and the decisions I make around it are mine and mine only. I don’t need or want your input on any of it.
Michael: Fair enough, kid. You’re right. You are a grown man. Just not sure you’re making grown man decisions. If you feel the need to remind me what a grown man you are.
Sarcasm coming from the older Harris. Something that the both of them were very fluent in. All it did was make Jayden glare a little harder as his father took a sip from his drink.
Michael: But there is just one thing that I do want to say.
Jayden: Of course there is. Of-fucking-course there is.
Michael: Don’t get your panties in a bunch, kid.
Jayden: Spit it out. I really don’t want to spend the one moment I have to myself listening to you all night. It was bad enough listening to you every day for twenty years.
Michael: And one day when I’m not here anymore. You’re going to long for my words of wisdom and wish I was around to give it. But I don’t hold that against you son.
Taking another sip from his glass. He finally turned back to face Jayden looking his oldest son in the eyes. His usual harden expression was anything but that. Very soft and unlike him. That was enough to grab Jayden’s attention more.
Michael: All I want to say is. I see more and more of me in you. Each time you step through that curtain. Each promo you cut. Each move you hit in the ring. I’m proud of that, but what I am not proud of is how personal you take things. The same way I did. You obsess about it. You let it eat away at you. You let it fuel you, make you angry, and become a source of anger. That I am not proud to see. Not even in the slightest.
Jayden wanted to say something right then and there. It was his nature to just be stubborn and argumentative but something in him stopped him this time.
Michael: I wish I had someone tell me to not be that way. Because despite how well my career turned out. It could have been even better if I hadn’t made things personal with so many people. From friends to opponents to companies I worked for. It got me a reputation and now that I’m older. I wish I could take a lot of that back. But you are still young. You’re still learning. You can learn to stop that shit now.
Jayden: And what if I don’t want to? What if I like making it personal? What if I like crossing the line? What if I like the ‘heat’ that comes with it all?
Michael: Then twenty years later. You’ll be regretting most of it like I am. But I can’t make you do what you don’t want to do. Just promise me. You’ll think about it?
For a second the silence consumed both men. Jayden just looked at his father. Trying to get a read on the situation. But he finally nodded.
Jayden: I cannot make promises. Especially not with Vincent in my horizons. But I’ll consider it once this is all said and done.
Michael: All I can ask for.
A firm nod came from the older Harris. He picked up his glass and held it in his son’s direction. Jayden picked up his own and clicked it against his father’s. Both of them then indulged in their drink. Nothing left to be said. Michael had to let go and let his son be a man, but Jayden also had to understand he was always going to be his son. The circle of life.
In less than twenty four hours. Sin City Wrestling would find themselves invading Paris, Franche for Into The Void. It was all anyone was talking about and rightfully so. History was set to be made in a lot of ways. The cameras were rolling in to reveal the sun was just starting to set right there at the Seine River. Almost right away footsteps could be heard. Cameras panning out to reveal the Brat walking along the edge of the river. Taking in the sights. His voice being heard right away.
“ You know at just twenty three years old. I have already lost track of the amount of times I have been called a spitting image of my father. ”
His sneakers just kicked up the little bit of dirt right there along the edge of the river.
“ It hasn’t been just from people in the business. It hasn’t been just from people specifically in SCW. It has been from my close personal friends. It’s come from my family a lot more than others. Especially my mom. And for a long time it used to bother me. It used to get under my skin. Not because I felt like being compared to my father was an insult, but because I never had a desire to be Michael Harris Jr. No desire to be Michael Harris 2.0. Instead I wanted to be my own man. I wanted to be the first Jayden. That’s what I was after. ”
Jayden placed his hands inside the pockets of his basketball shorts. Finding himself coming to a stop on his journey. Looking out at the water in the river. The last bit of the sun’s reflection bouncing off of it. Creating quite the image.
“ But more and more in the last couple of weeks. I’ve began to understand why I got compared to my father so much. He wasn’t a man that let things go. He wasn’t a man that turned the other cheek when someone disrespected him. He wasn’t someone that walked away when someone insulted him. He wasn’t someone to give someone a free pass when they put their hands on him. My father made it personal with just about every person he ever shared the ring with. All qualities I see in myself.
I didn’t let the shit with J2H go. To the point it might have done more damage to my career long term than I even realize right now, but it didn’t matter. He disrespected me. He couldn’t go unpunished for that. I have not at any point in time forgiven Alexander Raven for the almost six months of my career that he cost me. There will come a time and a place where that sorry sack of shit gets what's coming to him. And then there is you, Vincent. You have been the bane of my existence for a good little while now. Ever since you cost me the one thing I wanted most. ”
There was that slight sound of annoyance in his voice.
“ Taking the chance to compete for the World Championship away from me was the worst thing you could have done, Vincent. The worst thing you could have done. And the shitty part about it all for you is you don’t even have a good legitimate reason for why you did it. I get it Vincent. You think you are some knight and shining armor to your sister. I get that you think you’re defending her honor over some bullshit I said. I get that you think this is going to be your way into heaven one day for showing loyalty to family. But like I said before. This is stupid.
I could have respected you more for what you did if you felt jaded about not being in the chamber. I could have understood more if you were pissed that you weren’t even given a chance to earn a shot at the chamber. I would have even gave you props if you said you wanted the World Championship more than I did. All of that would have been more legitimate than your sister getting her feelings hurt. Well, newsflash man. She’s a cunt that deserved whatever I said about her. Much like you are a big baby back bitch that deserves what’s coming to you. ”
He remained rocking back and forth on the heels of his sneakers. There was so much to say, but deep down. Words didn’t mean shit. He knew that. Vincent knew that. That’s why he preferred to throw hands, but there was still some time before that could happen.
“ And trust me. That’s not the only thing that I have latched onto. I’m not nearly as stupid as you have liked to imply that I am. Not even close. I’ve listened to your little warnings. About how I should have just taken what you did to me as a hint. Should have taken it on the chin like a man. Apologized and moved on from it. You talk about how big my ego is and how my ego is blinding me from making the right choices. Talking about how my ego has walked me right into this execution that you’re aiming to carry out against me.
All of that stuff is very amusing to me. For one, you carry yourself to be much-much bigger than you actually are. You talk like you’ve got years of experience under your name. You walk around here like you’ve dominated SCW inside and out. But the reality of it all is you’re nothing more than a rookie. A rookie out here making rookie mistakes. To which I can say that because I was once you. I was the rookie with a big mouth and acted like I ran the show. I’m still like that and some would even consider me a rookie still. Difference between us is that I'm far more talented.
I showed up on the scene here in Sin City Wrestling. I went after one of the biggest and baddest dogs in the yard. People might have their opinions about that, but the point is I did it. I held my own against that dog several times. I proved to not be the nepobaby that so many have tried to paint me as. On the other hand you show up here and you prove to be a nepobaby. Prove that you were signed because of your last time. You think you can just coast on by because of it. Can’t deny it when everything says that with just your first match in SCW. ”
Again, the man could just be seen shaking his head from side to side. Vincent did not impress Jayden. Not in the slightest and he had no problem letting that be known.
“ Nothing screams nepo baby more than your first match being for a championship contenders match. Nothing says Christian Underwood favors certain talent more than just handing out freebies like that. You got an easy win, and then was quickly smacked back down to reality when the Internet Champion. Proved to you without a shadow of a doubt that you weren’t on the level you thought you were. You get smacked down with ease. You get your ego crushed in a matter of minutes. You fail to deliver on a promise that you would become a champion in just your second match here. Yet, you’re expecting me to still feel threatened by you? You’re still expecting me to check my ego? You are expecting me to feel like I can’t beat you, just because you roughed me up real good one time? Man. Get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit! ”
Jayden simply just scoffed at the entire idea of it all.
“ Of course. You yourself are too damn dense to understand what I am saying. To even take into consideration that you don’t have what it takes to take me down. Which is why you are going on and on with all this talk about being this dark shadow that covers me. It’s why you keep talking about how this isn’t just a match. How this isn’t about wins or losses. And how this is meant to be the execution of me. Putting a permanent end to my existence around here. You believe all of your own hype. It’s got your chest all puffed out. You think you’re this second coming of Jesus Christ that has a hand in people’s lives. Cool story, bro.
But again. I am someone that lives in reality and I am someone that only deals with realistic situations. Everything you’re saying isn’t realistic. First and foremost. You’re not casting any dark shadow over me. If anything you’re someone that’s living in my shadow. Trying to find a way out of it. You see, because no matter if it's a good talk or a bad talk. People talk about me. They talk about what I am doing. I am a subject of conversation. Whereas you are only being talked about right now because of your association with me and this match. If it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t be a person of subject.
No one would be talking about you. Hell, no one would really even care about you outside of your stupid sister. That’s just a fact. But I will say you are right. This isn't a match and while I kind of agree that it isn’t about wins and losses. You are however flatout wrong about this being a public execution of me. Instead Vincent. It’s a fight. A fight between two men. A fight between two men that in their own right are a little crazy. When a match becomes a fight. There’s nothing those individuals won’t do to hurt the other. I am aware of that. I embrace that. I look forward to that. More than most would. You might say you do. That is until I punch you right in the mouth. ”
His smirk was starting to take form on his expression. The more and more he thought about the things he was going to be able to do to the man once they got in the ring with each other. It was just a situation where Into The Void couldn’t come soon enough.
“ But as much as you want this to be my execution and my end of existence here. Like I said that’s not going to be the case. You don’t have that dog in you to make any of that happen. Not to mention far better men than you have tried. Only for them to fail. I’m one relistent bastard. And I admit that I am my own worst enemy when it comes to making choices that are actually good for me. I just can’t give up. I cannot stay down. It goes back to the start of this conversation. It’s not in my DNA to roll over and die. My old man didn’t. I’m not going to either. This is however for you... career suicide. ”
Finally, Jayden took his eyes off the water. Bringing them right to the cameras. The look in his eyes gave off the impression he was truly addressing Vincent.
“ It’s career suicide because the moment I defeat you. No one is ever going to look at you the same ever again. The moment that I prove to all of SCW that you were nothing but hot air all along. Not a single person is ever going to want to hear anything you have to say ever again. The very second that I prove that you’re not this bad ass that you think you are. No one is ever going to walk on egg-shells around you ever again. Instead when I walk away without a scratch on me, my head raised high, and a victory to my name. Everyone around here will just look at you as just another average joe.
Another Logan Hunter. Another Bill Barnhart. Hell, another Justin Smith. No one is going to have reason to fear you, pay attention to you, or believe that you can get anything done that you promised. You tried with me and you failed. So when you think about it Vincent. In reality, maybe just maybe. The biggest mistake you ever made was defending your sister’s honor. Maybe just maybe making me a target was by far the most foolish thing you could have ever done. Maybe just maybe you should do the right thing and save yourself from embarrassment. Save yourself from this career suicide. There’s still time. All you have to do is not show up. ”
Another simple shrug left the shoulders of the man they called the Brat.
“ The choice is yours, Vincent. I can’t make it for you. Your sister can’t make it for you. This company can’t make it for you. It’s all up to you and what you decide to do in the end. As for me though? You don’t need to worry. I’ll be prepared either way. I will be the Moment Maker. I’ve always been. I’ll be the man that lives up to his own hype. And I’ll be the man that puts your fucking career six feet under if that’s what has to be done! ”
Everything about the look in Jayden’s eyes said he believed everything that he said. There was no getting through to him and it would be a hill he died on. Only time would tell whether or not the man turned out to be right. That being said Jayden turned his back on the cameras starting to walk back down the edge of that river in which he came. The cameras slowly fade back out. Leaving the entire SCW Universe wondering what would actually happen when two men considered to be the future clashed.
