Montevideo, Uruguay is where our scene starts - the beach on the River Plate to be exact. The surrounding area, lit brightly in the midday sun, has a whole hosts of modern looking buildings ranging from hotels, to bars, coffee shops and even a museum. J2H is seen sitting outside a cafe, wearing combat shorts, and a white vest top. A thick gold chain rests gently around his neck and on his face, sunglasses shade his eyes from the brightness. On his head sits a baseball cap turned backwards. He surveys the scene, looking at the people on the beach, already comfortable on the golden sand. He watches the waves roll in, softly kissing the sand when Simpson moves next to him, grabbing the young man's attention. J2H looks up at the casually dressed man in black slacks and a white T-shirt. He places a drink in front of J2H, looking like a Coke or Pepsi, and one on the opposite side of the table. He moves around the table and pulls out a seat, sitting opposite J2H, and turning to admire the beach.
Simpson: Beautiful, isn't it sir?
J2H looks towards Simpson, wrapping his hand around his cool drink and pulling it closer.
J2H: It's definitely something. I mean who would have thought on the worst leg of this stupid tour, going through third world shit holes, we'd see something like this.
His head turns as he speaks, watching a bikini clad woman walking past him. He lowers his sunglasses and focuses his eyes on her rear.
J2H: I've seen worse.
He casually shrugs his shoulders and pushes his sunglasses back on to his eyes. Simpson turns his head to view what J2H has just seen, giving a nod in approval.
Simpson: Indeed sir.
J2H: It makes up for this stupid, pointless, boring, dull match they've put me in. I mean making me travel to South America, only to give me a match with a loser who can't even buy a win in SCW. I'm expected to give this guy some help to make him look good, if not, I look shitty. I think whoever books this shit, needs their head examined.
J2H reaches to his drink, lifting it to his lips and sipping from the glass.
Simpson: I think you underestimate Mr Acquin sir.
J2H: You do, huh? I underestimate a guy who could possibly be the worst wrestler on the roster. This one is gonna be so easy, I don't even have to turn up to win this match. The guy is awful.
Simpson: He's a former champion sir.
Simpson's words fall on deaf ears as J2H shakes his head slowly at Simpson's comment.
J2H: Please, have you seen some of the jokes that have been champions here? His last little run as a champion was with Steve fucking Ramone! They took two losers, threw them together and they got lucky to win the titles. This guy shouldn't even have a job in SCW and I don't know why I'm even wasting my time being over here to face this guy. Would have thought they'd have given me more of a challenge than this.
Simpson: If you say so sir, but I will warn you about complacency. Mr Acquin has been known to pull of a surprise win from time to time. You'd be foolish to just write him off so easily.
J2H turns to Simpson and lowers his sunglasses, looking at the bigger man and staring at him with lowered eyebrows, causing a serious look to cover his face..
J2H: Whatever drugs you've been taking, just stop, you're fucking embarrassing yourself by even thinking this guy might stand a slight chance against me. I'll tick to what I'm good at by beating these no named losers and you stick to what you're good at, carrying bags and calling me sir.
J2H breathes deeply, flicking the sunglasses up and above his eyes once more.
J2H: When it comes to this match, eyes closed, handcuffed, whatever. I got this one easily. This guy, absolutely meaningless to me.
J2H trails off as his eyes catch a woman in a pink bikini, tattoos cover her upper body, her dark hair shaved on one side, and other side of her hair pushed over, she turns around to look in the direction of J2H and Simpson. He eyes widens as he points.
J2H: Simpson! That's her, that's the woman who has been everywhere since Dubai!
Simpson looks closely at the woman, his eyes narrowed and focused.
Simpson: I believe it is sir. As it seems the young lady has been following you from country to country, would you like me to call authorities?
J2H: No, I'm gonna deal with this shit right here and now.
Simpson: How sir?
J2H: Watch me!
He quickly stands to his feet, knocking the table to the floor, spilling the drinks all over the place. J2H ignores the crash as he yells out.
J2H: HEY! YOU!
His yells cause people to turn and look at his angry face as he points towards the woman. The woman also turns to stare as he takes a step away from the fallen table and towards a small wall. The woman turns and starts to move away from him, moving down the beach but J2H quickly leaps the small wall, landing firmly on the sand. Simpson moves in the same direction of J2H but the woman moves at pace away from him. He starts to run, skimming over the light sand.
J2H: Stop!
Another yell causes people to turns and look, including the woman, but she continues to move away. J2H starts to pick up his speed, cutting down the distance before reaching out a hand to her, pulling her around on the sand. The woman gives up running and stops moving, breathing fast as she looks at J2H.
Woman: Hi.
J2H: Don't hi me!
An angry tone in J2H's sets the mood for the conversation. The woman looks taken back by his tone. He looks at her with narrow angry eyes.
J2H: Since Dubai, you've been fucking everywhere! Everywhere I've gone, every country I've been booked in, you've been there lurking around, watching me, watching everything I'm doing, who the fuck are you.
The woman looks silently at J2H.
J2H: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!
Woman: James...
J2H: Don't fucking call me James! Only people who know me can call me James! What are you? Some crazy stalking bitch?
He roughly grabs her by the shoulders, a hand on each.
J2H: Who are you?
Woman: I'm...
Before she can finish, two men pull J2H off of the woman, pulling him to the ground. Simpson, just catching up with the group reaches down, pulling them off and pushing them away. J2H gets to his feet, looking around for the woman but she is nowhere to be seen.
J2H: Son of a bitch!
He quickly looks down at one of the floored men, reaching down and putting a hand around his throat.
J2H: You fucking do-gooder prick! Do you know what you've just done?!?!?! That woman has been stalking me for months and you wanna play hero and saved the damsel in distress? Fucking idiot!
J2H picks up a handful of sand and throws it in the man's face.
J2H: Hope it blinds you, you dick!
Simpson pulls J2H to his feet and away from the man. J turns around, looking at the heavily breathing Simpson, looking him up and down.
J2H: You need to hit the gym more, you sound like an asthmatic rhino.
J2H looks around the beach, looking for the woman but she is nowhere to be seen. He lets out a soft growl under his breath.
J2H: I may never get answers! Ugh, let's go Simpson. I was starting to like this place, now it can go back and join the third world country list, populated by clowns.
J2H and Simpson walk away as the scene fades out.
*********
Later that night, an aerial view of the city is seen lit up brightly, as the lights from various buildings cut in to the darkness. The camera moves up the side of a high building and stops on a balcony, where a shirtless J2H sits looking in to the night sky and around the lit up buildings. The camera moves to his face and he stares deep into it.
J2H: I was gonna go out there tonight and sit and publicly tell the world, just what I think of Joshua Acquin, but after the shit day I've had, the people of this rat hole don't deserve me to even grace them with my presence. Bunch of backwards wanna be heroes, with nothing up here.
J2H points to the top of his head.
J2H: So all you little people that are watching me live, in the club I was meant to be in right now, to talk to you all there and in the flesh, all I can say is I don't give a fuck that I let you down, you're not worth my time.
J2H leans back in his chair and smirks at the camera.
J2H: Don't act too pissy though, because you all have something in common with a certain SCW star. He, like you, is not worth my time, but sadly, I have to be there against that poor excuse for a human. Yeah, Acquin, your ears must be burning cause I'm talking about you. What the hell was the staff thinking when it come down to booking this week? You haven't won since the days George Bush was in charge of the country. The last time you won a match, a black and white television was the hottest new toy.
J2H puts his palms out flat.
J2H: Ok, maybe not that long ago, but it feels like forever since you last won a match or done anything noteworthy here. Why the hell do the people in charge still continue to pay you when you truly can't be bothered anymore? Don't they see that this is a mismatch, because I'm not in your league.... I'm like ten leagues ahead of your worthless ass. I'm like a king and you're not even worthy of being my court jester. How the hell they think this is gonna be a competitive match is beyond me. I know I have been off my game lately, I've been distracted, but I'm not distracted anymore, because after the day I've had in this sorry excuse for a country, I'm gonna use that against you on Sunday.
He leans forward, putting his hands together and looking away from the camera.
J2H: It's your fucking fault I'm in this place, because you had to be employed here when all you give a shit about is taking the money and getting in to Amy Marshall's panties, a place where many has been before, and not about wrestling. It's your fault for wanting the money and Amy moaning that I'm sitting here in this country when I could have been somewhere better, facing a better opponent. I blame you for this mess we're in. Trust me, it's a mess because you have a way of dragging down your opponents because you don't care anymore. I won't let you drag me down, I won't let you pull me to your levels.
J2H looks at the camera.
J2H: I refuse to look at you like Ben Jordan did last week, kissing ass and praising you to the heavens, I'm gonna look at you for what you are. I don't know what Jordan was smoking, but it should be banned if it makes you that disillusioned, because for as long as I live, you will never be seen as a champion in my eyes. You will never be seen as anything more than a jobber, a man who shows up and takes a beating. Maybe you do it for sympathy or some shit but you're not a legitimate threat to me or anyone else. There's five year old kids that could stand there and beat on you. That is what you are, that is who you are, that is who you will always be, a loser that will always show up and do nothing people will remember, then disappear again.
He looks in to the air, a more thoughtful look on his face before he turns back to the camera.
J2H: Come on, tell me I'm wrong, tell me I have no clue what I'm talking about, tell me that everything I've said about you is grade A bullshit?
J2H puts up his hand.
J2H: Oh wait, you can't. You can't tell me that anything I've said is false, because you are a loser, you don't stand any chance in the ring with me, and it is a serious embarrassment to be in the ring with someone who won't even give me a slight challenge.
J2H stands up.
J2H: Fuck it, I'm done talking but I'm gonna promise you this Acquin. Come Sunday, I'm gonna break my own personal best on how quick I can beat someone. You're not lasting a minute with me. That's real talk bitch!
J2H turns away, exiting the balcony as the scene fades out.
