Early March. Four days before Climax Control 263.
A curious look on J2H's face as he looked at the phone in his hand had left Simpson standing to his side in the house owned by James and Melody, a house where Simpson had worked for years, frowning. J2H turned and looked towards the bigger man, catching from the corner of his eye staring at him. J2H raised an eyebrow as he looked towards the much bigger man, Simpson's face trying to resume to a normal look, having been seen.
J2H: Something wrong Simpson?
Simpson looks at J2H, the picture of calm on his face as he straightens his black suit jacket, offering a slight smile at him.
Simpson: I was gonna ask you the same question sir. You seem slightly trouble by what you've seen on your phone. Is everything ok?
J2H breathes deeply, letting the air fill his lungs as he considers his answer.
J2H: Well Simpson. Something very strange has happened.
A look of curiosity and concern passed over Simpson's face as he watched J2H turn his body towards him, looking up at the man towering over him.
Simpson: Oh? May I ask what it is sir?
J2H nodded his head up and down as he looked towards Simpson.
J2H: Well, I haven't been on Twitter too much and I have had a curious message from a man I haven't seen, or heard from in a long time. Someone that was around when I was in wrestling, but we never worked together and it seems odd.
Simpson: Why would it be odd? Many reach out to those they may have worked with in the past, especially in troubling times like we are facing right now.
J2H slowly nodded, the thought of Simpson being right about this situation.
J2H: You could be right Simpson, but this person, I had limited interactions with on camera. He was ok backstage but a mess with his urge to test his body to the limits with certain substances. I partied with him a few times, but he was a complete mess at times.
Simpson: Who are we talking about sir?
There was a curious tone to Simpson's voice, having seen first hand that SCW was a very relaxed place back in the day. He knew from those experiences that J2H could have been talking about anyone, and the look on his face shows he never had the slightest inclination on who it could be.
J2H: JT Midas
Simpson raises his head in a slow nod, having met JT Midas in those wild days.
Simpson: That is a very unexpected name to hear sir. One would have considered many other names before Mr. Midas. I hope he is doing well.
J2H: Apparently he is Simpson to the point of kicking the shit out of those demons he once had, but you know, it's hard to believe he really has. This is JT Midas, Simpson. If you gave him an aspirin back in the day and told him it could get him high for a day, he'd take a handful and hope to be stoned for a week.
Simpson: People have the ability to change and reform sir. Many a past addict, no matter the addiction, has overcome it and become stronger and with a more positive outlook on life to boot.
J2H slowly shakes his head as he thinks back to those days, seemingly unconvinced by the look on his face.
J2H: Well there is a way to find out Simpson. He's invited me to England this weekend, where this wrestling tour is taking place to meet up, talk about old times I guess.
Simpson: That does sound like a fun weekend.
A conflicted look appears on J2H's face as he looks at Simpson.
J2H: He hasn't changed Simpson, I can feel it. People like JT Midas don't change, it's impossible for them to change. He's after something and I don't know what. He could be like everyone else and trying to use me, use my standing in the wrestling world to get known. I don't believe he's now all about the people he manages.
Simpson: He manages people? Maybe he is interested in your advice sir. People are very familiar of your evolution, of your rise to fame after a less than conspicuous start so maybe he is trying to give his charges the best possible start to their wrestling careers.
J2H smiles as he thinks back to his personal growth.
J2H: Maybe Simpson, and there's one way to find out, but I won't be going to England to see if he has changed, I'll be going to England to prove he hasn't changed one little bit.
Simpson: As you wish sir. Anyway, before we found our way to this conversation, your lady wife asked me to tell you she and Master James are awaiting your arrival on the patio.
J2H: Thanks Simpson, would you like to join?
Simpson: I'd be delighted sir.
J2H nods and the two make their way through the house and to the outside, where Melody sits at a table with James Jr on her lap with three glasses filled with a sparkling champagne. Melody looks towards Simpson with a smile.
Melody: See, I told you he would invite you to join us.
Simpson: And it is indeed appreciated.
Melody: Come, sit down the pair of you.
Simpson takes the seat to Melody's right, and J2H to her left. James Jr spies his dad, reaching out his arms towards him.
Melody: I think someone wants to say hi.
J2H reaches out and takes his son in his arm, spinning him on to his lap to face the table, wrapping his left arm firmly around his son as Melody leans in and kisses him on the cheek. James Jr smiles at his mother as J2H reaches for the glass, turning his head away from his son to take a sip. Melody raises an eyebrow towards her husband.
Melody: Something's wrong.
J2H couldn't help but look impressed at Melody's sixth sense about matters concerning her family.
J2H: Nothing's wrong as such. I heard from JT Midas, dude still talks like he got stuck in the hood and never made it out, but he invited me somewhere to catch up.
Melody looks at J2H with a frown on her face.
Melody: Are you sure that's a good idea? I've read a lot on this virus and it's not a joke Jam, I think maybe we should just lock us all in here and stay here till it passes.
J2H's eyes glance towards Simpson, eagerly listening to the outcome of the conversation, before looking back at Melody.
J2H: It's at an SCW show, he's working for SCU but got a meeting with some people in SCW for some reason, I didn't ask what, but I thought it could be a good chance for you to catch up with your friends too. I ain't got any friends there and that annoying little unevolved chimp Despayre will be there, but figured with the tour going on, you won't see them for a while.
Melody looked at J2H, her eyes narrowed as she weighed up the pros and cons of leaving the country with this going on.
Melody: I don't know J. It would be good to see people again, but this virus.
J2H: I understand. Just figured we might as well get away while we still can before everything gets shut down and we're forced to stay in, not that this place isn't perfect to be shut down in. We can just go to England for a few days, fly private and come back next week. Then we can lock ourselves down here and let the world get on with it.
Melody: England?
A look of surprise covered her face, but slowly the Melody that loved to travel appeared, bringing a smile to her lips.
J2H: Yes, England, tea, crumpets, nothing but rain. The show is in a place called Kent, it's probably nice. We could go over, I can meet JT, we can see some of the place and come back after the show. I'm sure Simpson will look after the place while we're gone.
Simpson: Indeed I shall sir, I will have everything spotless by the time you return.
J2H: It's your choice Mel. If you wanna go to England, we can, if not, I'll get back in touch with JT and tell him nah, we'll meet up when they're back over here.
Melody's face turned thoughtful as scenarios ran through her mind. She reached out her hand to James Jr on J2H's lap.
Melody: What do you think little man? Do you wanna go all the way to England and maybe stop off on some hot Caribbean island on the way back?
J2H tilts his head towards Melody with a furrowed brow.
J2H: You do know the Caribbean is not on the way back from England, right?
Melody: JJ doesn't know that, I haven't started teaching him geography yet.
She looks at her son and smiles sweetly.
Melody: What do you say JJ? Wanna go on a big airplane and fly in the clouds.
With a smile on his face, JJ points up at the clouds about while looking at his mother with heartwarming joy over his little face.
Melody: I think we can call that a yes. I'll be back in a second.
J2H smiles at Melody as she stands up and moves away from the table. J2H looks towards Simpson.
J2H: I will find out what JT Midas is up to Simpson. I can't imagine for a second that a train wreck like him can be anything more than a train wreck and I say that in the nicest possible way I can. Some people are just made that way.
Simpson: Still, it piques the curiosity slightly as to why Mr Midas would reach other to you after so long.
J2H: He's up to something Simpson. I just know it, I can feel it. If it takes a trip to England to find out what it is, so be it.
Simpson: Maybe it genuinely is just to catch up and to be friendly.
A look of disgust covers J2H's face as he looks at Simpson.
J2H: Don't be silly Simpson. In times like this, to push for me to meet up, there is almost certainly something going on here. I swear to God if this is just a way to get me out to party with him because everyone else has turned their backs on him, I will be pissed.
Simpson: He may just feel the need to show you he's changed. People redeem themselves in different ways.
J2H: JT Midas is the kinda guy who would celebrate sobriety with a line of coke.
Simpson: Was sir.
J2H looks at Simpson confused.
J2H: Huh?
Simpson: Was a man who might have partaken in that kind of celebration but right now, you have no grounds to doubt his claims of changing his life. If he can show you he changed, maybe he can convince others after a torrid history.
J2H: Using me to prove he's changed. Nice.
Simpson: I didn't mean it like that. I mean you're notoriously known for not giving many chances to people. Maybe he needs this.
J2H: Well we will find out one way or another Simpson.
J2H reaches in to his pocket to remove his phone and starts typing in a message, presumably to JT Midas. He quickly hits send and smiles at Simpson.
J2H: Well that is me confirmed. We'll find out what he's up to.
As Melody returned, the scene cut away to the grounds of the home before fading to black.
Two days before Climax Control 263.
Melody Grace strolled down the Great Stour river, in Canterbury, Kent, young baby James in a stroller in front of her as the not so strong sun warms the air as it shines down on her. She points out at the ducks swimming across the slow streaming river.
Melody: Look bubba, they're like Dexter.
Baby James smiles as he points and looks up at his mother but Melody sees a face she fell for a long time ago, walking towards her, the face of her husband J2H. Melody's face lights up as she looks towards her husband, giving him a quick wave to grab his attention, but her face quickly changes as she looks closer, seeing her husbands face is somewhat troubled. She looks towards him and waves again, this time, catching his attention. He smiles towards her, trying to hide the troubled look and moves towards her.
Melody: What's wrong?
Melody looks closely at her husband who simply tries to shrug things off. She points to a nearby bench and J2H nods at her. Melody pushes the stroller towards the bench, spinning it around to face the wooden planks set over a solid concrete base and sits down, shortly followed by J2H. He looks at their son who spots his father for the first time since he left this morning and smile. J2H smiles back at him.
Melody: So what's wrong?
He sharply believes in as he looks towards Melody.
J2H: Do you believe people can change that much? Like seriously do a one eighty on their lives and turn them around?
Melody taps her chin for a second, looking away for just a few breaths before turning back to him.
Melody: Sure. Lots of people have changed their lives and not looked back and gone on to be better people. Things happen that make people change. You changed when you became a father, I changed when I became a mother.
J2H: No you never. You was and still are the same Melody I fell for, you just have all that extra love.
Melody smile at the compliment, putting her hand on her husband's knee.
Melody: Thank you babe. I do think people can surprise others by changing. You've spent a lot of your adult life in a profession where people change.
J2H looks towards his wife with just a slight smile on his face.
J2H: I don't mean change for work, I mean like change their whole personality, their habits, their lifestyle. Change pretty much everything you thought you knew about them.
Melody: It's possible, why?
J2H brushes the hair out of his face and looks towards Melody.
J2H: Well you know I went and met JT Midas earlier? I didn't believe for a single second that he changed completely. Well he has but he hasn't.
Melody: What do you mean?
J2H breathes deeply as he picks his words.
J2H: Well as person, as a human being, he's changed more than I think I've seen anyone else change in their lives. I offered him a drink, he went for water, water for God's sake. JT Midas taking a free drink is like offering a kid a chocolate bar, they'll bite your fingers off without a second thought for it, but he has changed so much. He dresses better, he sounds clearer, he doesn't slur a single word, he's turned in to this guy I don't know. I might as well have been meeting him for the first time.
Melody: That's something to be proud of you would think.
J2H: I'm sure he's very proud of himself and yeah, I guess I am too.
Melody: So what's the problem?
J2H rubs his temples as he closes his eyes.
J2H: Something just don't ring right Mel. It's like he was still trying to show he's still JT Midas, but more improved, but there's something else behind this. People change, ok, fine, but this much? I don't buy it. After all those years, message to me. I fly half way across the world to meet him and it blows me away how different he is, but why me? Why not find those two wasters he used to be around and show them that people can change? I know those two are probably strung out in some crack den or something, they need to see people can change. Me? I couldn't give a fu...
J2H stops short as he looks at the baby in the stroller.
J2H: I couldn't have give a damn if I never heard from him again. I haven't thought about him in a long time, he just disappeared off the face of the earth. I'm pretty sure I never went through that messed up mind, so why now?
Melody: Maybe it was part of whatever program he was a part of to reach out to people from his past to speak to them.
J2H: I don't think so. He had this weird tone when he spoke about wrestling.
Melody reached forward to hand James Jr and zippy cup.
Melody: What kind of tone?
J2H: Warm. I got the feeling that just looking after a couple of losers from SCU wasn't doing it for him. This is why I think he has but he hasn't changed. He's changed his whole personality there but what hasn't changed is his want for the spotlight. The way he spoke about wrestling babe, he was talking like the drug he needed now was that big match, that he needed that limelight and I think that is where I come in.
Melody smiles at her son, before looking back at her husband.
Melody: Where you come in?
Her questioning tone forced a nod from J2H.
J2H: Yeah. I think he wants that match, now he could have walked in to SCW, made a deal with people and called out anyone on the roster but he came to be cause he knew I was the only one who could give him the level of spotlight he wanted. He knew he couldn't go straight in and go for a champion that was active, so why not go for the best champion there has ever been?
Melody: I'm sure that's not it.
J2H: I'm sure it is, babe.
James Jr points to the ducks swimming past on the river and Melody looks at him.
Melody: Wanna go see the ducks? See Dexter's friends?
James Jr nods and points towards the water and Melody stands up and spins the stroller around.
Melody: Coming with?
J2H: I'll be with ya in a minute.
Melody smiles towards J2H and stands up, walking towards the river. J2H speaks to himself.
J2H: I know he's not just being friendly. I know he's up to something, and when it does come out, I will use it to my advantage...
J2H stands up and walks towards Melody as the scene fades to black.
Climax Control 265.
J2H walks through the curtain with a smile on his face, having just defeated Connor Murphy. The crowd around him look at the victorious former World Heavyweight Champion as smirks around the members of crew and wrestlers in The Staggs Dungeon. He looks at a nearby screen, seeing JT Midas being helped back to his feet and looks across to see Connor Murphy looking at him.
J2H: Said it before and I'll say it again, fuck you Connor, I'm better now than you'll ever be in your life and I ain't been in a ring in three years, how's that feet bitch?
An arrogant smirk crosses J2H's face as he flips Connor the middle finger, watching as Connor is held back by a member of staff. J2H turns away and starts to walk down the short hallway to where the locker rooms are, but he's stopped in his tracks by Hot Stuff's self appointed personal assistant, Mikah.
Mikah: You haven't changed much.
J2H: Like I told that piece of shit in the ring, I haven't and don't intend to. Why bother? I'm the fucking best as it is.
Mikah: Well that's debatable considering who you're talking to.
J2H shakes his head as he looks at a smirk mirroring his and shakes his head.
J2H: The only way I could talk to anyone as good as me is if I looked in the mirror. Anyway, are you here to state the obvious about me not changing or got a reason to be here?
Mikah lifts her arm up, holding a brown envelope in her hand of A4 size.
Mikah: Well, I do have a reason to be here and here it is.
J2H: Congrats, your envelope carrying has got better.
J2H gives Mikah a thumbs up, but she pushes the envelope in to J2H's stomach, but raises her eyebrow.
Mikah: This is from the boss, but you're getting flabby J. I could feel that through the envelope.
J2H takes the envelope and looks at Mikah, slowly shaking his head.
J2H: Please, last time you felt a six pack like that, it was one with alcohol for your husband. Thanks for being playing postman.
J2H shakes his head and walks past Mikah.
J2H: Flabby my ass.
Mikah: Yeah, that's flabby too.
J2H turns and looks back at Mikah smirking at him, staring daggers at her as he walks in to the dressing room to see the delighted face of his wife Melody Grace and son, James Jr. Melody holds her son's hands as they sit on a bench and claps them together, much to the delight of JJ.
Melody: How was that babe? You looked great out there.
J2H slowly lowers himself on to the bench next to Melody and groans slightly.
J2H: Can you cover JJ's ears?
Melody raises and eyebrow as she looks towards J2H and lifts her hands over their son's ears. She looks at her husband.
J2H: I mother fucking, son of a bitch, god damn fuck it hurt! That was a shit show and now I'm gonna ache like a mother fucker for days. What the hell was I even thinking?
Melody slowly rolls her head back as she looks at her husband in surprise.
Melody: Maybe next time, train for the match?
J2H: Might be an idea. I knew I could walk back in to that ring any time I wanted and look as good as I did and dear God I looked fantastic, I knew I looked good, I haven't missed a step, but my body wasn't used to fighting drunk fake paddies. I guess just going to the gym wasn't enough.
Melody: Maybe call Austin to get you ready for the supercard match?
J2H: I can call him, but I can't exactly go flying across to that mud hole farm of his, and he ain't gonna come here. Crazy son of a bitch is probably on his porch with a shotgun shooting at anyone who coughs anywhere near his family. Austin is really that crazy.
Melody releases her hands from JJ's ears, wrapping her left arm around him and rubs the underneath of her chin with her right thumb and forefinger.
Melody: There's people here that are staying in the same hotel. We're all there together, there must be someone you can work with there?
J2H scoffs as he looks at Melody, shaking his head at her.
J2H: Please babe, anyone working with me wouldn't help me, I'm already so far ahead of them, they'll just spend time being overawed by just being in the ring with me. I'll have to work it out but I ain't wasting my time with these people, it'll be me giving the lesson.
Melody frowns towards J2H and looks at the envelope on the bench.
Melody: What's that?
J2H looks at the envelope and picks it up, looking at it with a raised eyebrow.
J2H: Forgot all about it. Something the bosses bottle blonde self appointed personal assistant dropped off to me. I have no idea what it is, but it's probably a thank you note for a rating spike when I was in the ring or something.
Melody smiles at her husband, enjoying his adrenaline rush with him. J2H opens the envelope and pulls out a few sheets of paper, throwing the envelope down on the bench next to him. His eyes run over the covering note and he reads it out loud.
J2H: James, Christian and I would like to thank you for your recent work with SCW in a difficult time. We know it's hard to be away from home and to uproot your family.
Melody: That's nice of them.
J2H looks towards Melody and smirks.
J2H: Kissing my ass because they know I could make or break this place. If I get bored and just say screw it and go home, they know people will cancel Blaze Of Glory VIII.
J2H looks down at the paper again and keeps reading.
J2H: So we'd like to extend our thank you to Melody too. We'd like to do more business with you, enclosed is a contract, which we feel is a very good contract considering the times we're going through at the moment. We hope you consider it and continue with us for a long time to come, signed Mark Ward.
J2H looks at Melody with a smirk, but Melody frown at him. J2H looks at the second page of paper, his eyes scanning over the words and nodding with a very impressed look on his face.
Melody: Well?
J2H: Considering they're taking a financial hit till this virus passes and they can allow fans back in, this is more money than I was on at the top of my championship run and I was paid a lot when my deal was up when I was champion. They clearly know they need me to be here and I've probably had the highest rating segments than anyone else here. That match I just put on probably caused the SCW site to blow up or something, so I can see why they wanna keep me here.
Melody: Is it something you wanna do?
J2H reaches towards his smiling son and covers his ears. He smiles towards his son, getting a smile in return.
J2H: What's daddy doing?
J2H's cheesy grin changes as he looks up at Melody, his face changing to serious.
J2H: Fuck no!
J2H looks down at his son again with a smile as he moves his hands away from his son's ears. His son puts his hands out to his father.
J2H: You don't wanna come to sweaty daddy, he's probably caught alcoholism off that nasty man Connor Murphy. You stay with mommy, till daddy has a shower cause daddy probably smells.
J2H holds his nose and looks at his boy, causing Melody to smile, Melody nods her head as she looks down at JJ.
Melody: Does daddy smell?
James Jr hollows his mother's lead and nods his head up and down, laughing at Melody.
Melody: Daddy need a shower?
JJ continues to nod as points to the shower as J2H stands up.
J2H: Gimme fifteen and we'll get out of this place but before I do.
J2H picks up the contract and rips it across the middle of the page. He puts the pieces together and rips them again, repeating the process till his hand is full of tiny pieces of paper and throws them up in the air, much to the delight of James Jr, watching the little white pieces of paper fall to the ground, trying to catch them as they drop. J2H smiles and looks at Melody.
J2H: Back soon.
With that J2H grabs a bag from under the bench and walks towards the shower.
Later that night, back at the hotel.
J2H looks out of the sliding door leading on to the balcony, his eyes looking towards the sky line of Las Vegas, usually alive with light and life, yet tonight, not a light shone in the sky. Melody moves out of a nearby room, moving towards J2H and putting her arms around him from behind, his face changing to a slight wince as he still feels the effect from the earlier match. He turns around to face Melody, his arms moving around her.
J2H: JJ down?
Melody nods her head as she looks at him.
Melody: He's fine, sleeping like the baby he will always be to me. Shall we sit? I know you're in a lot of pain.
J2H raises an eyebrow as he looks at her.
Melody: Saw the reflection in the window when I hugged ya.
J2H rolls his eyes at the explanation, regardless of it being one hundred percent plausible. He points to the sofa and moves towards it, his joints cracking as he steps over the creaking wooden floor. He sits on the sofa and Melody sits next to him.
J2H: I should like an old man walking across there.
Melody: It's only because you have spent a long time out of the ring, did no training for it. Now you know for JT Midas that you need to train.
J2H nodded in agreement.
J2H: For the next couple of weeks, I'll go beat myself up so after Blaze of Glory VIII, I ain't gonna hurt so much.
Melody: I can train with you.
J2H: I ain't leaving JJ with anyone in this hotel. I don't want wrestlers getting attached to him, like crazy Kate, and the staff here, they might be staying here too but in day care here, he'll have to be around other wrestlers kids.
Melody: And what's wrong with that?
J2H: They might suggest stupid shit like play dates and I ain't down for that.
Melody puts her head on her husbands chest and looks up at him.
Melody: So what is the plan now?
J2H: I know you didn't expect to be here with me, thought I could fly back and forth but I only put my name on that paper for two matches, Connor Murphy and the supercard against JT Midas, that's it. That contract would have made me the highest earner in SCW. They need me more than I need them, but what's the fucking point. Nice hotel and all that shit, but our house is better. I don't see a bowling alley in here, do you?
Melody shakes her head.
J2H: In fact, if this is five star, our house is ten. Look at this room, if they wanted me to sit there and sign that contract, they wouldn't have put us in this, they would have put us in something much better. Fact is, I can't work like normal at home, throwing money in to ventures, but we're good for money for a lifetime. We have a house that's better than this place. I don't need SCW's money, I don't need to be around people I can't stand.
Melody: So what do you wanna do?
J2H: When I'm done whooping JT Midas back in to his retirement and sending him packing back to SCU. We'll come back here for the night, then leave in the morning. Stay at home till all this shit passes.
Melody: Sounds like a good plan.
J2H nods his head and the camera fades to black.
In a conference room in the hotel, J2H walks up and down on an elevated stage, usually elevated to garner the attention of anyone else in the room, but the room is completely empty, other than the man himself and a cameraman.
J2H: I knew from the second you looked at me JT, I could sense in the absolute second you walked in to that room that you were a very different person from the JT Midas that used to be passed out somewhere in a locker room stinking of alcohol and desperation. I knew at that point that sitting in front of me may have mentally been a better man, but a man who has to deal with emotions he's never had to feel before because of the many suppressants you put through your body. You are dealing with shit that you never had to deal with before and one of those thing, naivety.
He presses his hands together as he stops to turn his body to the camera.
J2H: Or being a weak ass pussy as I would call it because the old JT Midas would have seen what I was doing from day one. He would have spotted as much as I saw that he has changed, he would have seen that I hadn't change one little bit. Getting well, good for you but you lost the good stuff there too. Even the sober for an hour a day JT had some smarts, he had some wisdom, he could smell bullshit a mile off but in becoming well, you've become fucking stupid. All I had to do was look at you and I knew how weak you've become in the head, I heard you talk about Andi Linx is gonna be a star and it hit me how soft you've become. You could have knocked the pills away, poured the bottle down the sink and still kept the part of you that had suspicion, that part of you that didn't take people at face value. You lost that, you became a bitch, so I know everyone out there is sitting saying J2H, why are you giving this loser your time and effort?
J2H smiles as he looks up for a second before looking back at the camera.
J2H: Because I can beat every single person on this God forsaken roster without any trouble at all. You can wheel back everyone from the retirement homes and put them in the ring with me but JT, you were an unpredictable bastard when you was intoxicated and you're even more of an unpredictable bastard now you're sober. You are a challenge, you I don't know what to expect, everyone else I know exactly how to beat them. You are someone I'm gonna have to think on my feet to beat. That's probably the greatest compliment you'll ever get from me, because you're still not gonna have enough in that tank to beat me.
He quickly turns from the camera and continues to walk up and down the stage, taking purposeful strides before turning back on himself.
J2H: There's no fear on this face, there is no butterflies, I dispatched of your little bitch with ease and that should have shown you what you're up against JT, that should have shown you that you should have stuck to SCU, teaching your circus animals how to jump through hoops. You should have stayed in your lane, and left it there. Stepping out of the kiddy pool to take on the greatest wrestler there has ever been is like trying to fight Godzilla. You can't overcome this.
An arrogant smirk crosses his face as he points to himself.
J2H: I've had you from before you even opened your mouth to challenge me. I knew you was here for a little bit of sunshine in your miserable life, I knew something was up from the first day I heard from you again. It wasn't hard to work out. You want relevance again and credibility again. A match with me, win or lose, it will be the latter, makes you look like a star again. I just had to pick my time, pick my time to show you that I am J2H, I will always be J2H, I will always be the little bastard doing things you never expect from me. I mean how fucking stupid do you have to be to appear after my match and ask me for an apology? How dense is your head to think that was gonna end well for you after you hit me with not one, but two of my finishes out of anger?
He holds up two fingers but his face becomes a smile.
J2H: I'm glad you did that, I was laughing inside when you hit me with those, cause you played yourself ya silly little bitch.
J2H faces the camera again.
J2H: You fucking heard me, you played yourself cause in your little mind, you had broken the rule about change, the only difference between the you in the ring at that time, and the you in the ring all those years ago, was the fact you could pass a drugs test and a breathalyser. Like an alcoholic returning to a bar after getting a thirty day chip, I knew you'd feel regret, I knew you'd feel remorse, I knew that would rip you apart for that whole week until you could stand there and talk to me again. I knew that apologizing to the ones you let is part of the program and you knew you let me down by doing that, so I knew it would eat you away, destroy you for a whole week. Wanna know the sad part JT?
J2H puts on a mocking sad face.
J2H: I actually believed you was angry and frustrated cause that really was the old JT Midas, but turn around is fair bitch. Difference is, I wasn't angry, I wasn't frustrated, I knew as soon as I got rid of Connor Murphy, it was time to remind you who was in charge. I've been in the driving seat since day one. I've been sitting behind that wheel. You didn't think I could have got up after you knocked me down and made you look like the idiot that you are? Pleeeeeeease. I just had to play the game, bide my time, get you feeling that regret and showing you how little you mean to me. I knew that would break you and I think you're sitting there wondering how you ended up in this mess you got in.
He runs his fingers through his hair.
J2H: It's not too late to tuck your tail between your legs and back out. It's not too late to run away and hide. You could always go an hide in the safety of Sin City Underground. You can get back down there, where you belong and never darken SCW's door again, never put my name in your mouth. I've give you what you wanted already, I gave you a little bit of spotlight that you missed, I gave you a good spot on TV, you were involved in the highest rating segments this year in SCW, it was because of me, you're welcome, but this JT, this match is gonna ruin all that good work you've done.
J2H puts a finger in the air.
J2H: Think about it. You got this new life because you got rid of all the familiar feelings of the old life. You got off that road like I did, our lives changed, I become a father, a husband with absolutely zero regrets from my wrestling career. When I'm done with you, I'm going back to my normal life with no regrets here. I'd have shown the world that I'm still the best they'll ever see and the fans are fucking lucky to be living at a time when I'm around. It's all good for me bro, but you? It's not gonna be as good because you're gonna have that whole rush of memories come flooding back in to your head. You'll remember losing in the past and more so what you'd do after a match to celebrate or get rid of the pain, they were the same thing and this is gonna lead you back on that dark road, it's gonna undo all your good work, it's gonna drag up those demons again, so I need to ask you JT.
J2H takes a deep breath before exhaling sharply.
J2H: Is it worth it? Is this one match really worth it when it's gonna lead you to a place you fought tooth and nail to get away from?
J2H slowly shakes his head.
J2H: It's gonna pull you to that place again and you can't fight those demons anymore JT, they will rip you apart, they will tear you to nothing at all and you're not strong enough to get away. This one match is gonna do that to you, so you should think long and hard if you're up for this, if you fancy this because this one match is gonna be fucking life changing for you and not in a good way. This is your downfall, this is a test you will fail regardless of how much you put in because this is gonna send you way back to those shadows and trust me, those shadows missed you. You won't be coming back from them and I'm good, but not even I can save you.
He rolls his shoulders back.
J2H: Well, I guess this will be your last moment in the spotlight JT, the last big thing you can do in your career, it don't get bigger then this but the higher you climb to face me, the bigger the fall is gonna be on the way down. It's a fucking long way to drop from wrestling heaven to your personal hell JT, but that is just the way you're gonna go.
J2H points down.
J2H: I'm sure the fans are glad I'm fighting you rather than cross dressing, make up wearing cuckolds like Teddy Warren, but it didn't matter who I ended up in the ring with, it will always go the same way, I will always end up winning and reminding the fans just how good I am. JT, this is the start of your descend back to hell. I hope you beat those demons and rise again...
J2H bursts out laughing.
J2H: Like I really give a shit if you do. Till Sunday... That's talk bitch!
And with that J2H walks off the stage as the camera fades.
