[Mark Ward]

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[Dmitri]

 Ancient days

I was once a human, living in Moscow, Russia. Believing everything that has ever been said about my faith. To follow every word, to sing every hymn, to be a good Christian in a world that was crumbling down beside me. Yet the eyes were too blinded with believe that I did not see it, I did not hear it and when I did… it was too late.

My faith failed me…

Isn’t it ironic that others would tell you the other thing around?? That it is your fault that you are no longer that what you should have been?? To work for every step that you have to take as a believer, in a world that is nothing more than a mere whore to our sinful thoughts?? I never thought that I would have been able to see the light by being reborn

A reborn man

I always wondered how it would have been, hearing the tales about being reborn in a better world. A world without sins, a world without hatred and a world that only you and others like you would live in nothing more than peace. I often wondered whether it was a reality or nothing more than a fools hope. I have a dream, a speech to this very day hold something special for those who wants nothing more than peace… I had a dream as well and I was granted that wish, but not from my faith. I was granted it by that what saw that what I am today, my creator choose me because I was him that needed it to be. It made me realize that faith is merely a lie, a religion is nothing more than a money pocket creation that would keep you poor and stupid and those who do not deserve it… fall from the side of that what they should have been in the first place.

I have often prayed, for nothing but lies

Prayers are for the weak, the mindless. Those who look up to the sky, pur their hands together and prays for a good life, for happiness in the lives of their family and friends and secretly wish to obtain the next game console. The big money price at the lottery and the many other excuses that our brain thinks about, but too scared to speak off. Worried that your parents will find out, that God will may able to hear you speak out the sinful words that motivates you to begin with. Oh no, you humans don’t need a religion to make you better people… oh no, you need a religion to hide your excuses to look at your neighbours wife, as you are not allowed to lust for her and yet you do… You are not allowed to lie, but your mind wishes to do the thing over and over again… and why not?? It’s so easy to just do what sounds so right to do to begin with. Your lies have opened up my eyes, your begging words have opened up my ears. The written letters to someone that never existed in a book that should have never been written to begin with… all excuses to hope for a life that I live… that I have control over and I have the ability to hand you the same fortune of eternal life outside your own cesspool of your own damnation. Does this make you a better person?? Does this make you realize that all those preachers and reverends ever spoke off was merely a way to keep the church benches filled and their pockets even more…

They do not know what they do

Remember these words you proclaimed believers?? They do not know what they do, does still count for people to this very day. Because you just do something that you should have not been doing since your birth. Seeking for something that is not there, seeking for something in the wrong places at the wrong time… to seek answers, you need to search for the questions that are inside my eyes. I have opened up many frauds, I have opened many wounds… I have opened up many truths that you are unable to contain from the modern world… tell me your lies and I will grant you the truth that will make you either like me or beg for the eternal damnation that you have created as your own hell…. The choice is yours, I would suggest… choose wisely, before I will make the decision for you…


What you humans are and what you humans wish to be

Moscow, Russia.
Many centuries ago

Footsteps can be heard as the night has fallen, hasty footsteps as someone is trying to run away from something or someone. After turning the corner the footsteps have stopped for a few moments as heavy breathing can be heard instead

(in Russian) Why wouldn’t this man not leave me alone??

The man turns around, staring around the corner into the darkness. Piercing through the darkness in the hopes of seeing a figure, a shadow, or just something of his follower.

Shit, he is no longer there. I must…

Just as the figure tries to set himself for another run he is grabbed by the throat and pushed deeper into the alley that he has ran into a few moments ago. Trying to get adjusted into the darkness he suddenly sees two of the darkest eyes he has ever seen, as a light above them reveals the face of the stalker.

W…who… who are you??

A sinister smile emerges upon the face of the figure, who is closing his hands tighter around the throat of the man that tried to run away from him.

(Russian)I’m him that shall feast upon your blood as a royal meal, for it is you that was selected as the offering to HIM.

An… offering??

The stammering voice suddenly has been cut off by two fingers pushing his lips closed as the other hand squeezes him so tight that the oxygen flees his body instantly. He feels sharp teeth brushing his neck as sweat starts to pour out of his body. Causing a soft laughter to be heard.

(color=limegeen)An offering has to be made, you know that this is to be true. An offering for the Good of HIM as you are just merely useless for us both. Some were made to preach, others were made to hunt. Just like all the arch angels that were sent from the heavens… only difference is… I cannot fly. [/color]

The laughter grows sinister and sinister as he the man feels the first drops of blood pouring from his neck as the sharp teeth brush his neck even harder. A tongue licks up the blood as he hums with satisfaction in his voice.

Oh yes, I knew you were to the perfect victim. Rare blood types always serves the best meals for those who are hungry wouldn’t you agree? It makes the hunt worth it even more to be patient.

Spare…. Me….

And why would I do that?? Because it took HIM six days to create the world and you humans as final recipe of a failure that was made to happen all over again?? He is the forgiving type, I’m merely the hunter. I have no conscience, I have no regret. I just do what is being told me to do and I do it well….

A scream can be heard from the man as he feels the sharp fangs sink into his neck and as the vampire is starting to drink his blood. The man at first tries to free him by pounding away at the back of the monster, but to no evail. Finally the strength has been zapped away and the man is hanging helpless in the clutches of the vampire. Who after a while drops the man to the ground and walks off, leaving a trail of blood to lead towards the man before the vampire vanishes into the night.

Are you a God?? Or are you just another excuse of how helpless you human beings are when it comes down to accepting your lives the way it is… granted life has it’s ways to make the one better than the other… but a GOD???

Only those that cannot handle their fame and wealth seek their fortune into places they shouldn’t

One wishes to be a tyrant, the other wishes to be the President of a country and the third?? Well the third wishes to lead others into believing that he is a GOD, a Messiah. A ruler amongst rulers, but in the end he just ends up being nothing more than a weak and sad little puppy. Forgive me the ways of my thoughts will wander off the emptiness of your existence. Just accept the consequences of your deeds that shall not be ignored.. because ignorance is a weakness that should not be overlooked… like I shall not overlook the fact that I shall travel into your realm, the realm of your own imagination. A realm where hymns will be sang upon your existence. Allowing you to gloat upon your throne of gold and women bring you everything that you need… having them to feed you, allow you to drink from the best of wines as you wine and dine with Kings and Queens. Only to forget that the serpent always lurks around, waiting for that moment to strike. To strike upon thou that stands before me.

I have faith

Isn’t that what you wanted to hear?? To have no doubts, never to question the outcome of my existence as I have given my entire life into your hands. To do what you bid me to do, to say what I was destined to speak off. To travel into the valley of the shadow of death, do you fear the Inevitable? To stare into the eyes of death itself? I know you are hoping and wishing for something near and dear to your heart, but what more near to life is death? For I am no ordinary man, I have travelled the world alone for many centuries… have seen the many battles that Gods of war never should have lost, to have watched the best of friends stab each other in the back and tell the other E tu??

I see though your lies

Nothing is ever what it seems to be, nothing will be the one thing that you proclaimed to be. Because lies are that what you build your existence upon isn’t it?? To create truth between the lies that only those who are blinded by that what they believe to be true. How foolish will I have to be to believe in you? Only to realize that you shall perish into the night of death. I have spoken oh almighty God… the Nosferatu shall drink thou blood

Moments after James Tuscini match

Dmitri can be seen resting on a chair, reading a bible in his hands as the door suddenly opens and Tuscini barges in. He is followed by Uncle Pinky, who tries to reason with his nephew and protégé. But Tuscini is livid as he is screaming around.

I never should have lost that match!!! I was robbed!!!

Calm down James, you were with your mind too much pre occupied with Violent Conduct. Too much on regaining the championship belt!! But you have your opportunity against Tsunami and TNA to extract revenge!!

James isn’t listening as he is grabbing furniture and whacks it across the room as Dmitri does not even look up from his bible.

Do you need to be saved James??

James Tuscini hears the voice of his tag team partner and turns around, still holding a chair in his hands that he was about to smash into the wall.

What were you saying??

If you need to be saved?? I’ve starting to read the Holy Bible, the most read and bought book in the history of our planet. And I have come to so many interesting dilemma’s when it comes down to religion…. But it all boils down to be saved… interesting isn’t it??

James shakes his head and drops the chair as he walks towards Dmitri

Are you out of your freaking mind??

For the first time Dmitri looks up at his tag team partner with his cold and dark black eyes. Hot showing any sign of emotion from his part as he puts down the Bible.

Interesting concept James, people often refer to me as a fraud, as a fake vampire. A Goth who wants to be a vampire wannabe, yet I have never changed my intentions, never changed my will to drink the blood of those who wish to be dead… and yet when someone proclaims out of the blue he is a GOD… that nobody has apparent issues with that. How would you humans call that again?? Oh yes, hypocritical isn’t it???

You can see James starting to think about what Dmitri is saying before stopping and sighs, he turns around and walks over to the small fridge and grabs a bottle of water before starting to drink from it.

Damnit Dmitr, why do you have to take everything so freaking serious??

The vampire looks at him, serious as ever as he nods his head.

Why is the sky blue James? Why is rain falling from the sky? Why do you people always need to have answers to questions you should never ask?? And why is it that J2H has a small interest into becoming a God?? Questions that I seek answers for James, the only problem that you humans have is that you do not know where to find your answers.

Tuscini takes another sip from the bottle of water while rolling his eyes, knowing that he should not get into a discussion with Dmitri that he cannot finish.

It’s interesting to see how every religion known to man has once been written down on paper by a human being… or perhaps told down from generation to generation, to keep a faith alive wouldn’t you agree James?? A religion that always has one or more Gods, important figures beneath the highest of the high that have important meanings and then you have those who just need that straw to hold on to… it’s quite fascinating to see how miracles play such an important role… to believe in something that you cannot see, that you cannot grasp and that you cannot understand???

Dmitri stares at his tag team partner, causing a silence to fall upon the two as uncle Pinky scratches his head.

You asking me?? You are the one that has been around for how many centuries?? If anyone should have an answer to everything around here. Then it should be you, not the other way around

Dmitri closes the book as he leans his head backwards for a few moments, staring at the ceiling of the room.

Did you know that those who were believers in the ages of Christianity were considered vampires  a curse?? To have believed that we somehow were meant to be this way because of another vampire struck us?? Or the fact that your mother would have been in contact with a vampire during her pregnancy?? Interesting to see that religion always tends to put the blame upon sinners in some way as it was God’s way to tell you that you are going to HELL?? With other words, do not blame HIM for the live that you lead, but grant him all the accolades in the world if you decide to make a change….

Uhm, you are a creation from God??

Dmitri chuckles, closing his eyes for a few moments as he shakes his head no.

Aren’t we all supposed to be James?? Aren’t we all created in his image?? A concept that to me is ironic as Moses created the ten commandments, stating that you should not make a statue, or anything else in his likeness? So how could we possibly be sure that we are created in his likeness my friend??

James Tuscini is thinking hard after hearing the question coming from his tag team partner.

Do not try to trouble your mind too much James, it is often a trick from the humans themselves to keep their fellow man ignorant and mindless. To tell them that they are sinners, but could buy a guaranteed passage to Heaven if they would pay them all of the riches in the world…, while in the new testament Jesus often told the richest of the rich to give away all of their fortunes and live in poverty.. And Jesus always lived in poverty.. so why not the churches to that blind the fools with a weaker mind??

I….

And what about though shall not kill?? Humans are prohibited to kill their fellow man in the eyes of their Lord. While he burned down an entire city, put the entire world under water after the Arch of Noah was build… who is the hypocrite now?? I guess HE can do whatever HE pleases, as nobody will be judging him as he shall judge humans for their mistakes that they have made.

No James, when I face this God. I will have to be prepared for everything that needs to be known about his J2Hism… before the world will ultimately know that vampires is the only ever lasting entities in this world that will have to put you all into your places. Those who will kill those who were wrong, those who are needed to be judged before the eyes of HIM that does not discriminate and does not tell a lie... who show no remorse, and who will live forever. Traits that J2H wishes to possess, traits that will ultimately become his end as in the end Religion will only lose his powers and Gods will become nothing more than a mere lie. To become that what they proclaim vampires to be… a creation of your own imagination…

With that Dmitri walks off as the shot fades.

Did it bother you??

I have watched you from a far, I have learned from my mistakes and I kept my hopes and dreams simplistic. I have gained momentum, I have travelled the path that you have laid out for me to travel. Always the crossroads that was meant to set me free, nothing far from the truth has happened has it? I have watched you God that is you, I have watched the lies roll from the tip of your tongue and enter the world as if it was nothing. And in reality it must have been hasn’t it??

Teach me….

Teach me the wise words of your teachings, teach me the way of how to live my life according to you oh almighty one. Teach me how to be a petter person, an almost human like quality that I may not possess anymore. Teach me how I should live my life, as when I follow you in your footsteps I shall gain eternal life… teach me for I am lost without your guidance am I not??

I seek your help

Before I shove you down to the ground, I’m a predator. I am the one that has the eternal thirst amongst those who only live for a few years. You have nothing upon me but nothing more than a loud mouth and an entertaining brain that eventually shall perish before my watchful eyes. Because there is nothing in this world that could propel you for that what I truly can do to you oh almighty God. The living has nothing upon the undead, the Nosferatu that lives silently amongst those who speak out their minds without knowledge what is truly going on. Only you can set them free Nosferatu… and with you I shall…

A deadly view

Dmitri can be seen standing in a dark room, staring at a cross with the figure of Jesus Christ hanging against the cross.

Forgive them Father, they do not know what they are doing. How much love can one have for those who did not deserved it. But I guess that’s what HE was all about wasn’t he??

His eyes runs over the helpless body, seeing the stakes through his wrists and ankles as he is wearing nothing more than a piece of cloth around his waist and the mocking crown of thorns around his face.

Humans needed a shepherd that was weak, helpless. A man that was human amongst humans, a King amongst kings and had the power to heal and feed many of hungry fools. Trying to gain some more souls for his quest of a Christian world… how much he has done and how little there is still left in this world today. And for what?? To die for the sins of those who are amongst me in this world?? How noble could you have been and how pathetic you humans have become. Being a noble man is something that you could have granted him, how different these days humans are. Egotistical, arrogant and above all greedy to be the very best. Traits that you did not stood for wasn’t it??

His fingers runs over the cross, stopping at the chest area as if he is feeling the heartbeat of the wooden statue on the wooden cross.

I wonder how your heartache would have been if you were still here, how you would have felt when all these people these days are more concerned about hurting others. How they wish to wage war and entertain the crowds with filth that would have made the sinners of your age look like Mother Theresa… but then again, would you have ever hoped for someone that wished to be more than you??

J2Hism is the faith of these days apparently to one that speaks out his views more likely than Cesar got excited every time he sent out his legions to wage war for him. tell me, did you die for his sins?? Or was his divine nature beyond that of your prayers?? It would have made your weak moments in the desert against the snake that your Father hated so useless to the point where I would have asked J2H to wonder around the desert himself. But of course, I’m sure that he would just wear some sunblock and rip some snake’s head off.

His eyes close, slowly turning away from the statue on the cross as his black eyes stare into the view of the camera that zooms in on him.

One created a world in six days and rested upon his Sabbath, while your creation has now passed the mark of 200 days and still no moment of rest. Never one too  shy of speaking out his mind and never too shy to waste the hopes and dreams of others to reach something that you have. Only in the desire to make things better huh?? Better for whom James?? Better for them?? Or better for the God that is created from ligaments, flesh around his bones and muscles and blood pouring down your veins. Oxygen needed to breathe and eyes to close at night, while I am right awake. Watching every movement, every spoken word heard and grasp every action known to mankind  and beyond…

To preach every Sunday on Climax Control and Supercards, to reach the world of disappointment and those who are incapable to think for themselves. Tell me James, are you this confident that you can take the entire world upon your back that has disappointed you for over 200 days?? I know you only wish to penetrate the mind of those and make them ignore that what is truly all about isn’t it James??

His fingers slowly reach out for the camera as we see the shot slowly back off from the vampire. Seeing the black fingernails on his fingers just grasp the screen of the camera, hearing the scratching of his nails before he turns his fingers away from the camera.

I have always wanted to take down a God on the right moment of his existence James, never to act too soon. Never to break down his spirit on the wrong moment, as I have learned that everyone and everything has it’s moments to suffer before the eyes of either his peers or his community that he has created. Even animals must perish at a certain day, as a young hungry lion of his kin will always want to knock off the old lion off his throne. As 200 plus days has come to an point in life where it has to end James… it has to come to a conclusion that your reign should only mean something when you are graceful in defeat, to be positive in suffering, in the moments where doubt will grow with every inch.

Something I have sensed in recent weeks, the matches I have won… the words you have spoken about me and everyone else that were in this little tournament. Wishing so many times that Casey would break me, leave me into a broken heap without any hope and dreams of ever achieving the position that I have obtained at this moment… were you hoping I was going to pray for J2Hism to succeed in life James?? It would be foolish to hope for something like that from HIM that already has eternal life and the power to make a change. A change you fear don’t you?? Isn’t fear a motivation to battle through adversity James?? Tell me how much you would tell me that your believes is beyond that what I can bring… besides reminding me of that non-title match

Dmitri smiles as he brushes his hair that has fallen in front of his face away as his eyes pierce through the darkness as he stares deeper into the camera.

A loss does not end the war my friend, a loss only makes you reflect whether you had mercy upon someone else or will finish the job that you had started from the moment that the bell has rang. Tell me James, did you choose for door number one or two?? Did you show compassion for that what has none?? Or did you waste the time of my existence with the how you humans would love to refer a steak through the heart??

You did not do such a thing didn’t you huh James? You as a God in the making showed compassion, believing that I would lower my head in defeat and never to return again?? It made me realize how easily manipulated you have become to utter the words that I do not deserve this… believing that you should have a worthy contender instead of me… then tell me James, tell me who it had to be?? You asked for someone to step up and I did, you asked for someone from the back and challenge you and I have… told the world to do something besides talking a big game about you and I will.

You can call out Raab, you can call out Ben Jordan, you can talk about Drake Green, you can slam down Connor Murphy, ridicule Travis Nathaniel Andrews… and it all does not matter as you have to concern yourself with yours truly. A man that since you beat me has broken down every single man that has put down in front of me.. even undefeated tag team champions were not a match for a man that now is facing an undefeated world champion… how small the world can be at times hasn’t it Jiames??

His fangs emerge in front of the camera as he stares it down, a sinister smile emerges as he turns around and stares back at the cross.

At least he knew all the answers, he knew all the questions before even being asked. He had his trials of liberating the hearts of the weak human beings whom you belong to all mapped out James, have you?? Have you already planned out the next two hundred plus days of your existence?? Or are you going along from week to week?? In the hope that you will have a night off, so that all you have to do is open your mouth and retaliate a verbal abuse from others. Because quite honestly my friend, isn’t that what you have been doing since Summer XXXtreme?? Nothing much of the man that won that world title over 200 days ago by winning that battle royal. A man that had passion, the drive, the will to be the very best once more. And now?? You just live off that for over 200 days and become a mere shadow of your old self. Strong words of someone that was never worthy of even gracing your presence hasn’t it?? So why are you afraid James?? Why are you the one that needs to walk up to me, bump my shoulder before walking away like the snake that you are?? You should have done something more than to make the colour commentators believe that you aren’t afraid of me… people have fears James, even those who have God like desires to reach the heavens and watch over the world, wondering why in the hell they are so idiotic and beneath you.

Because everything is beneath you isn’t it?? We are the bugs that crawl underneath your feet on the ground that you walk upon. We do not deserve the presence of you and yet you speak out to us to make us better. And yes James, I want to be better as well, even better that I already am… people still stunned for the fact that me and James Tuscini beaten your counterparts of the tag team division. Driving Jamie Dean down to the canvas, while Ben Jordan had to watch on in nothing more than utter shock. Crawling towards Jamie, begging for him to kick out, screaming out in the hopes that it would give his tag team partner the strength to kick out. To beat those who have been proclaimed to be unbeaten in nothing more than our second ever tag team match James…. Did it bother you?? Not that I have beaten someone that is beneath you as you have stated, but that I have not altered my focus upon the fact that I am going to hunt you down like I did to each and every other wrestler??

You hoped for Casey to beat me every time that he had the chance to keep me away from you. But deep down your heart you know he is beneath me isn’t he?? Is it wise to bet on a weak horse oh almighty God?? Is it merely hope that would happen only once in a lifetime?? And you have to understand James that Casey has not done jack shit for ages since he hit puberty. No James, you are preaching yourself into hoping that you can make lightning strike twice. Because troubling my mind is something you have failed every single time, for it is you that I want. Your championship belt that I crave and I shall not walk away until I have got the championship gold draped across my shoulder. The shoulders where I will hoists you up on and test your back, to test how much you can stretch it before I will put all my might to break it. Tell me James, does that worry you?? To know that there is no turning back for you anymore?? That you have to do something that you have successfully kept away from me??? To defend that championship belt against the undead?? The one that lives forever and is a God amongst men. At least I do not need to have people worship every step that I take. No, I just worship the blood that I will spill in our match, I crave for the blood to flow as God’s do not bleed as humans would do I assume. Or is it in your case as your God like ways goes through the physical for of that what is human?? What can suffer? What can feel pain? What can feel his bones break with the right amount of impact before I just sink down my teeth into your flesh.

I wonder who made the call not to make our match a hardcore one huh James?? Did you play a role into that one?? To have the final match of VIOLENT CONDUCT not to be the most violent of all?? Is that because worries may take over management as well as the Prince of foolish thoughts of becoming a God?? I do not care James, I do not fear death as I am the bringer of the end to all of you upon this world. I do not intend to just merely a puppet amongst puppets. I will be a leader of those who are of my kin. To scatter amongst the living, to sink our fangs upon their unexpected lives and take away their dreams and hopes. Hopes and dreams of a better live, while nothing in this world is more superior of that what I am right now

He walks into the darkness, until he extends his arm and his hand finds the wall. He scratches the wall with his fingers as we can hear the small drops of wall hit the floor as his fingers dig deeper into the wall.

Have you ever scratched and clawed for something in your entire life James?? Or have you been the one that grew up with a platinum spoon? Gotten everything you have ever wanted in your young spoilt life?? To transfer to the man that you are, the one that has battle d the likes of everyone that dared to cross your path and take away your gold. And they all failed, but the reality of it all is OH ALMIGHTY GOD, history neve tends to repeat itself for eternity. Grasp your championship belt tight against your chest late at night before you go to sleep young man, kiss the gold to your lips to make you never forget the greedy taste that gold must bring to your mouth. Have the desire to be forever more a champion of Sin City Wrestling. As you do not wish to make the locker room better, oh no. You just wish to be the only man left standing. In the hopes that they will all flee your existence.

In the end Cesar made mistakes, in the end Napoleon made mistakes, in the end even Hitler made mistakes that ended their lives. Wishing that they were above each and everyone else in this world James, do you see the warning of the signs already flashing right before your eyes?? Or do I have to drop you down like I did to Connor Murphy, or like I did to Jamie Dean. You see James, every champion will fall down before the eyes of those who believed they were unbeatable. Like the record books tell about Equinox and Goth, like they were talking about Sean Jackson, like they did about the unbeaten streak of Team BJ, like they were announcing James Tuscini unbeaten run as champion. No James, I already sense the sweat pouring form your neck… hearing the confidence slip from your lips as you have not even spoken a single word yet. Silence is also a tool to hide your fear did you not know??

But in the end, in the end you will know exactly that what they have gone through. Do not let these words anger you in the ways that you will profess to the world that I am nothing more than a liar, a fraud, a fake and nothing more than a vampire wannabe. Because that would be judgmental in the eyes of those who considered you a God… someone that does not judge, but someone that wishes to put his hands together and pray for my life to be saved… only to realize that my life has been saved for many of centuries and I will hunt yours down until I have that what makes you tick. I will wear you down champion, I will take break you down in so many ways that you will start to question whether you should have killed me when you had the chance.

I will break your body, the easiest of the essence of that what you are. Your body is nothing more than a mere executioner of your thoughts of you wishing your limbs to perform to save your championship. To cause you unable to jump when I tear down the ligaments in your legs, to cause you unable to lock me in whatever hold when I make your arms slowly turn numb and your hands unable to reach out for something when I break down every single bone in your hand. To break down every thought of getting up as I will wear down your spine, to put all of my weight on top of you when you crawl for the bottom rope and to save you from a submission hold…

But that will not be all James, because the body is just merely the beginning. Because when the body is down, then comes the realisation that will set into your brain that you are unable to do what you are used to do… then the break down of your mind comes into play. To understand the fact that you cannot and will not accept defeat. To struggle against the realism that I am better than you and then squirm as you scream and beg and growl and profess that you are the greatest of all time… will make it only more enjoyable to watch James… the struggle between your mind and your body is the one struggle that I get satisfaction from the most. No James, you have not even come close to realize what I am about to do to you…

And then the third and final struggle that I will and I shall overcome. The break down of your heart, because that’s what the humans like you are most vulnerable off… when the mind realizes that you have to give up… then your heart will resist… because your passion is inside your heart isn’t it?? The heart that will forever beat for another chance of hope for that what you love the most and be the very best. It’s like you are in love, but your mind says to move on… but your heart tells you otherwise… that struggle my friend, that struggle is something that I will save for the final moment to cherish. To look back at a bloodied and battered mess of an excuse of a human being and more importantly. A disgrace for someone that professed to be a GOD!! You think facing Despayre was tough, you think facing Drake Green was tough, you think Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Connor Murphy was something that you have to look back at with joy in your eyes and money on your mind?? Then by all means please do, because there won’t be any heart left after Violent Conduct. There won’t be any money left to spend besides on the retirement home that you will be looking forward to James. Because nothing else, NOTHING ELSE will be able to set you free… but me…

You wish to live an eternal life James?? You wish to know what it is like to be above you human beings?? Then I will be gladly to open up your eyes and make your life look like a complete waste before your very own eyes. The end of the tunnel is near James, it will be a long travel that has ended after 224 days when I beat you at Violent Conduct. The truth hurts James, but it’s the only thing that you will be able to listen to before I break down every resistance that is left inside you… and then, you will thank me. Because I’m not like you James, the era of J2H is upon us.. the end of you exercising your believes upon the world shall soon be a forgotten memory. Because in the end of the book of J2H… it will read that he has given his body, his mind and his heart to everything that he stood for… as Dmitri came, saw… and took it all away… And J2H looked back at all that he has done in 224 days and saw that it was all good…

In the end I shall set you free James…., in the end I shall set you free…..,

With that Dmitri turns and walks off as the shot slowly fades to darkness.

[J2H]

  It's that time again, it what most have worked hard towards, the big show itself. Every couple of months, the buzz hits the stars of Sin City Wrestling as they have the chance to perform on a more elaborate setting. A chance to be forever remembered for moments on shows like this. People remember more about what happens at supercards, then what may happen on a regular show, and this one coming up, everyone knows there's a chance to be remembered, one huge spot could await them on Violent Conduct III, a name not chosen for the sake of it, a name given to one of the most brutal shows in SCW history.

You already know how the minds of SCW stars are working. You know that they're already wracking their brains for the next big move, the thing that's gonna make them stand out. They're in their own heads about what amazing move they can debut that will steal the show. They're thinking about what they're gonna do to be a late contender for holy shit moment of the year or something, but that's not how the champions is thinking right now.

Even a confrontation with challenger, Dmitri, has long faded from his mind less than twenty four hours after it happened. J2H's mind was somewhere else, with someone else. If you look back at the show, and well, you can't claim to be any kind of wrestler if you don't watch your own companies shows, you'd have seen an irate look on the young man's face as he looked for the exit, without too much happening to him.

Have you worked out why? It's obvious...

Melody...

What kinda bullshit was that? An awful call was made with the official handing the win to Mikah, when things were pretty clear through J's eyes. He truly believed the wrestling higher up had screwed his girlfriend of a win, more so when her almost tearful eyes met his behind the curtain after the match. His eyes were full of disbelief as he waited behind the curtain, watching the match unfold as he hoped to grab a few moments with his girlfriend. His eyes widened as he saw the awful decision made by a clearly incompetent call from someone meant to be in power and the mood didn't better when Melody had made her way back to him and tightly thrown her arms around him, refusing to let him go.

His face had changed to pure anger as he saw the referee walk through the curtain as if nothing had happened. If it wasn't for Melody, he knew he would have walked towards her and got himself fired for his action, he knew if Melody didn't have a vice like grip around him, he would have ripped the incompetent official to pieces. Even a look from Mikah as he looked panicked backstage did nothing to stop him from being angry at this call.

The old Mikah would have laughed and pointed, but the new and somewhat improved Mikah's eyes were full of sympathy as she looked towards the champions face, taking her mind off her own issues for just a few seconds. Her flat palms towards his eye contact and a sympathetic shrug towards him convoyed her feelings before remember her own struggles and making her way through the halls with haste.

Mikah was changing, he still didn't believe Tommy Knocks' assessment of her being the best bombshell in SCW, but she was changing.

His anger grew as he looked towards Melody, her head on his shoulder but looking away from him, the force of the hug tightening around him.

He didn't have long with Melody, he knew she was about to get ready to head to the other side of Toronto to shoot a night scene for the movie. He knew she had to somehow compose herself and get in to a completely different character.

Hey Tommy, maybe THAT'S why this match was earlier on the card than it should have been.... Just saying.

He had little time with her, that will now be wasted reflecting on one of the biggest miscarriages of justice in the history of SCW, again, well done referee, you were truly awful with your call.

The simple thought of that caused a mini explosion in the young man's head. He wanted to march up to Christian Underwood, call him every name under the sun before throwing the title belt back in his face and telling him to go fuck himself. He'd have done the same to Mark Ward or Erik Staggs if either of them was around. He felt justified to do it. How could he, or anyone work in a place where you can't even trust the people in charge of the match?

Now we know J isn't the most trusting, but the point is simple, how can he trust people who make bad calls. What if Melody's title was on the line and this bullshit call from someone you're meant to look up to, would have cost her the title belt? What if the referee makes the same bullshit call in his match against Dmitri? All those months Melody had worked her ass off, making a movie and yet still flying back for shows, all that worth put in to being a champion and recording solid promos would have been wasted because of a shit call. If history repeats it with J, all that hard work to break records, appear all the time for over two hundred days, wasted with a bad call.

The urge got stronger to just throw the belt at Christian and call him and the people who work for him, a bunch of cheating bastards. Jealously is a horrible thing and he already knew the jealous eyes were on him and Melody. He wondered if this was his way of being shown that he is about to get screwed over.

If that fucking woman is the referee in his match against Dmitri, he could be the next in line to get screwed. Maybe this is Christian's plan on moving the title on, by paying off a ref to screw over his girlfriend to get in his head and repeat the performance at Violent Conduct III. Maybe Christian was playing on his paranoid mind to make him fuck up.

Enough was enough as he waited for Melody to release the hug. He was done with this place in his mind. He wasn't waiting to get screwed over, he was willing to go out on his own terms. His anger quelled as Melody finally turned her head, looking at him with a shake of her head.

Their problems have been well publicised, even behind the camera where they're just regular people, they've fought like cat and dog, went days without talking but without admitting it, part of them very much missed each other. There was serious trust issues at times, but they had that weird connection where they knew what each other was thinking at times, and she knew he was about to cause hell. She knew she couldn't stop him once she was in that waiting car and on her way to the film set. She pleaded with her eyes to stop him, and something inside him listened to the unspoken words.

Melody went her own way to change, leaving the World champion standing as his eyes met those of Christian Underwood's as he moved to behind the curtain. Christian broke the uneasy look as a staff member approached.

J2H's blood boiled as he looked across at him, knowing he's letting his incompetent referee get away with her mistake.

He swore he would get them back, but before he did, he had to get Melody back in the right frame of mind. He couldn't do it at this moment in time, Melody was on her way to shoot a scene while he was heading back to Beverly Hills.

One scene and he had her from Monday to Thursday... Her tweet couldn't have come at a better time.



Monday morning back in Beverly Hills, California. The events of last night still weighed heavy on the mind of SCW World champion, J2H as he laid in bed alone, his eyes barely open as he rests his hands behind his head. The anger hadn't changed and the thought of giving the championship belt to Christian Underwood and telling him to shove it where the sun don't shine was prominent in his head. He turns his head towards the other pillow, with MGC sewn in to it, Melody not there, but her scent lingering on her side of the bed causing the champion to sigh, the thought of the terrible injustice of less than twenty four hours ago and looking at where Melody should be quickly changing the sigh to gritted teeth.  

J2H: Ugh!

Sitting up and pushing the crisp white bed covers down his body, he quickly spins around and puts his foot on the floor, a sharp pain radiating from his ankle and all the way up his right leg to his lower back. He winces in pain as he lets out a quick breath, his stiff feeling body straightening up as he sits firmer on the bed. He reaches towards a bedside table, quickly picking up his phone and looking at it, seeing a tweet from Melody and reading it in his head.

J2H: Hmmmm, Melody wants to be taken away from here.

He drops backwards and quickly replies with a short message, telling Melody that it was the best tweet he's seen in a while, before laying backwards on the bed and looking up at the clean, white ceiling, the phone being placed to the side of him. Within seconds of the tweet, the phone starts to ring with the Facetime tone and J2H moves his head towards it, twisting his neck to see a call from Melody. He quickly sits up, spinning around and picking up the phone in his hand and looking at it before pressing the button to answer it. Melody's face appears.

J2H: Morning babe.

He looks at Melody, her eyes tired from a long night of shooting, her make up ragged and smudged as she looks at her phone.

J2H: Are you ok?

Genuine concern comes from J2H as he looks at her looking very drawn and pale even with make up.

Melody: I'm so tired babe. We only stopped shooting that scene an hour ago. It went on forever because my mind wasn't with it. I've heard the word cut so many times, it lost all meaning.

She closes her eyes as she looks at him, the late night really taken it's toll on the young woman trying to juggle this movie with her wrestling work, as well as trying to keep  relationship alive with someone who is hard to deal with.

J2H: Did you sleep at all?

Melody shakes her head at the camera and towards J2H.

J2H: How about eating right?

Another shake of the head comes from Melody as she looks sadly down the camera at him. He sighs at her, clearly unimpressed.

Melody: I haven't had time to do anything. Other than that tweet I sent you a while ago, I've been on the set, running around, almost getting blown up and trying to remember lines.

J2H: But you're done now?

Melody: I don't have to be here till Thursday afternoon, that's why I sent you that tweet. Can we go away somewhere? Anywhere, I don't mind where we go, I just need to get away from it all and just go and be a normal person.  

He looks at her sympathetic eyes, almost pleading with him to save her from the madness that is her current life.  

J2H: Are you sure you just don't wanna sleep first? You look like you're about to fall asleep right now.

Melody: I just wanna come home to you, and we just fly off somewhere, anywhere you want to go, we just get on a plane and go. I can sleep on the plane to you and we'll be together soon.

J2H glances over at the clock on the side and looks back at the phone.

J2H: When can you leave?

For the first time, a wide smile crosses Melody's face, instantly causing J2H to smile as he looks at her. She looks at her watch and back to him.

Melody: I can be at the airport within an hour, and the movie people's plane will be ready for me, so I can be back with you in about four hours.

J2H rubs his chin.

J2H: Just fly to LAX, and I'll meet you through security there and I'll have a plane ready. Take your bag on the plane with you, I will text you a gate number while you're in the air, just come straight to that and I'll be waiting, ok?

An appreciative smile crosses Melody's face as she looks at him.

Melody: Thank you babe. I can't wait to see you. The last twenty four hours have not been fun.

J2H: I know babe, but you get on that plane and I'll get things sorted at this end and we'll just go off somewhere and forget about it all, ok?

Melody: Let's do that. I'm gonna go and get my stuff together, I will see you soon.

Melody blows a kiss at the camera and J2H catches it before blowing one back. Melody hangs up the phone and J2H looks up at the ceiling.

J2H: Ok, where to take her...

A quick knock on the door distracts him as it opens up and Simpson walks in, holding a mug in his hand.

Simpson: Good morning sir. I have brought your morning coffee.

J2H sits up and looks towards the big man.

J2H: Thank you Simpson, but think your morning is about to get a shit load busier.

Simpson: Oh?

J2H: I spoke to Melody this morning. Just got off the phone to her actually.

Simpson: And how is Ms. Grace sir?

J2H: Very disappointed after last night. She didn't say how much in so many words, but just looking at her, you can tell she's not happy and considering her future in SCW.

Simpson: I don't blame her sir, one should have to trust officials to do their job and as much as I like Ms. St John, I don't believe she did.

J2H: That's gotta be the first time you've ever said something bad against someone Simpson.

Simpson: I believe people must tell it, how they see it, but I digress sir, you said I will have a busy morning?

J2H swings himself out of bed as he reaches for the mug of coffee and Simpson releases his grip.  

J2H: Yes Simpson. I need you to call the private plane company and get a plane ready to go from LAX airport in about five hours from now. I need you to pack my bags, probably three to four days of stuff, and the same for you. You may as well come with and get a little break.

Simpson: Thank you sir, and what shall I pack for?

J2H: I'm thinking summer attire. x

Simpson: And where shall I inform the plane company that we will be departing too sir?

J2H waves a finger towards Simpson, a frown on his young face.

J2H: Now that is the question Simpson, because I have no godly idea, but I will think of something.

Simpson: As you wish sir.

J2H: Also, get the limo company on the phone, we'd want a car to the airport in three hours. Also, you can call Christian Underwood and tell him to go fuck himself.

An uncomfortable look crosses Simpson's face as he looks at J2H sitting on his bed.

Simpson: Do I have to do the last one sir?

J2H: Nah, I'll do that myself when I call him and tell him I'm not doing any promotional work this week.

A look of relief crosses Simpson's face at this point as he hears J2H's words.

Simpson: Thank you sir.

J2H arches his eyebrow at Simpson.

J2H: Well, what are you waiting for? Need all this done as soon as possible Simpson.  

Simpson: As you wish sir....

And three and a half hours past as we roll in to Monday afternoon. J2H stands impatiently with Simpson as the two look out at a learjet through  glass window. J2H turns his head to look at Simpson.

J2H: She should be here by now Simpson.

Simpson glances at his watch on his left wrist and quickly turns his head towards the young man.

Simpson: I suspect she will be here any minute sir. Her plane landed twenty minutes ago, so she will be here shortly.

J2H: I hope so. I wanna get on that plane and just forget that we had to deal with yesterday.  

Simpson: I agree sir, a break will do you both good. I'm sure Ms. Grace will love your destination of choice.

J2H: Speaking of which Simpson, I don't want her to know where we are going, I want it to be a surprise, because she has mentioned this place before and I haven't been too excited about it.

Simpson: I think in that case sir, Ms. Grace will be more than happy that you're thinking of her feelings before your own.

Clearly, J2H didn't see it that way when he chose this destination, but a smile passes his face.

J2H: Yeah, who knows, it could be fun.

Someone approaches the two, dressed casually in blue jeans and a grey hoodie, the hood pulled up over their head. They pull a suitcase behind them and stop near the duo. They tap J2H on the shoulder, drawing a quick glance from him.

J2H: Look, I am not in the mood to give autographs or take selfies.

The person pulls the hood back to show the face of Melody Grace.

Melody: I already have more than an autograph from you.

Her smile covers her face at seeing J2H as she jumps in to his arms, squeezing him tight. His arms wrap around her back as she pulls her head back and quickly plants a quick kiss on his lips before pulling her head back and releasing him. She moves to Simpson, hugging the much, much bigger man.  

Simpson: Ms Grace, you're looking well.

Melody: Thank you Simmo.

She turns back to J2H, who looks her up and down.

J2H: What's with the hoodie?

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks towards him.

Melody: Didn't really wanna be recognized by people today.

An understanding nod comes from J2H as he looks at her, reaching out and taking both her hands in his and looking at her.

J2H: Fair enough.

He tilts his head towards the plane through the glass.

J2H: That is waiting for us, so shall we?

Melody nods at J2H, a small smile appearing on the sides of her lips.

Melody: Let's.... Where are we going?

J2H: You'll just have to find out when we get there babe.

J2H smiles at Melody as the scene fades out.  



We join the happy couple on Tuesday in... Sardinia. A beautiful island just off the coast of Italy. Clear blue water crashes against the side of a boat, as tourists are seen taking pictures of the surrounding area, snapping shots of a nearby beach in Cala Mariolu, the golden sand shaded by tall glorious cliffs. The breathtaking sight draws the eyes of all on the boat as it heads towards land. The camera moves through the tourists to the end of the boat on the top deck where a hot looking Simpson sits, the sweat dripping from his head. Simpson is dressed in just shorts and a T-shirt, a far cry from his usual attire. To the side of them, a shirtless J2H stand in just red board shorts, passing his knees and sunglasses on his eyes, hidden behind a baseball cap. Melody Grace leans in front of him, her arms on a metal rail. Melody is wearing a white bikini, with a blue sarong wrapped around her lower half. On her head sits a wide brim hat and sunglasses cover her eyes. J2H wraps his arms around her from behind and moves in close, causing a smile to form on her lips. Melody turns her head back slightly to look at him.

Melody: I can't believe you brought me here.

J2H: You've been saying that since we got here babe. You always wanted to come here and now you have. You know what I can't believe?

Melody runs her fingers across J2H arms, as his fingers lock around her.

Melody: Hmmm?

J2H: I can't believe you told Simpson he looks good in shorts. The man has tree trunk legs.

As J2H jolts his head back towards Simpson, Melody playfully slaps his hand, causing her boyfriend to smile. He looks out over the water, one of the clearest seas he's ever laid his eyes upon.

Melody: You leave Simmo alone. He looks just great to me.

J2H: Looks like he's out on a day release pass from a mental home or something in those shorts.

Melody: He does not! He looks just fine.

Melody spins around, her body pointing towards J2H as she looks towards Simpson, lifting her hand up and waving towards him. Simpson lifts a hand and waves back before reaching down and using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Melody turns her head to face J2H, playfully poking him on the nose.

J2H: What's that for?

Melody: I just felt like doing it.

He rolls his eyes at Melody but the slightest of smiles can't help but break out over his face.  

Melody: I like it here, and seen lots of boats around here. Maybe someday we can sail down to here and stay here forever?

A nod of agreement comes from J2H as he looks at her.

J2H: I don't see why not. Seems like a nice place and the people seem friendly enough. I don't see a reason not to be here.

A smile appears on the well rested face of Melody as she puts her hand on his shoulder and the boat comes to a stop not too far off the land. Melody raises an eyebrow.

Melody: What's going on?

J2H: Ah, this is where the boat stops so people can jump off if they want and swim over there.

He points to the golden sand across from them where people lay, grabbing up the last rays of the summer sun, from a summer that seems to have gone past way too fast.  

Melody: Are you thinking of doing it?

A confident nod of his head shows his intentions as he looks at Melody, slowly removing her sunglasses and looking at him.

J2H: What? I brought you out here to forget all those worries in your mind, and to de-stress from all those things you've been working on.  

Melody: Well it's not like you haven't been working too.

J2H: I haven't been getting up at three in the morning just to have make up on and throw myself around a film set. I've been meeting fans as always and talking more than doing anything. I haven't had to do a lot other than to sign a shitload of things. I got stuck on medical leave for a couple of weeks after someone let that fool Shipman loose on me. Still can't work out why they booked me against him when he's so low on the roster, I can't even see him. Clearly someone is high on him though because they made him look like a million bucks afterwards. The guy is a danger to work with.

Melody: See, that was stressful.

J2H: Nah, that was someone putting me in a ring with someone who shouldn't be out of a padded room. The most stress I've had is all the shit we went through, but that's sorted out now and not happening anymore.

Melody: Promise?

J2H: I promise.

A wide smile crosses Melody's lips as she looks at him, her hand moving down his chest as the sounds of people jump in the sea can be heard behind them.

Melody: Good, cause shooting the movie will be over soon.

J2H: Thank God.

Melody chooses to ignore his comment and continue.

Melody: And we'll be able to spend more time together, so we won't have to be arguing because we're not together.

J2H: We wasn't arguing because we were not in the same place, but it doesn't matter, all behind us now, looking to the future now.

Melody: I actually wanna talk to you about the future.

He holds up a finger, stopping her in her tracks.

J2H: Is it about SCW?

Melody nods her head slowly, causing J2H to shake his head.

J2H: Can we talk about SCW another time? We have the next few days together with no one here that knows us other than Simpson.

Melody: The fans know you.

J2H: The fans know you too but I picked this place because there's not too many fans around here I wouldn't have thought. We came here for a remote break to get away from it all and not worry about work or anything like that. Right now, fuck SCW and everything going on in it. Fuck people making us miserable and really shitty referees. We're on vacation, this only happens like once a month or something.

J2H's sarcastic, yet jovial tone instantly gets a wide grin from Melody as she puts her head on his shoulder, making sure the wide brim of her hat moves behind his head.

Melody: Ok babe. No work talk today.

J2H: Good, now, how about you join me in the water there?

Melody releases the hug on J2H and looks down at the water. She looks back up at him before shaking her head.  

Melody: And what if there's jellyfish or something like that in there?

A casual shrug of the shoulders comes from J2H as he looks calmly at her.

J2H: I wouldn't worry, I don't think they'll ask you for an autograph or anything so they won't bother you.

Melody: Someone took their funny pills today.

J2H: I did actually. Come on. You only live once, and it's really hot here.

Melody: Fine, but you have to jump with me.

J2H: I can do that.

Melody turns to Simpson, the larger man still melting in the heat as he fans his face with his hand.

Melody: Are you coming to jump in the water Simpson?

Simpson: I'd rather not Ms Grace, but I will watch your accessories while you enjoy yourself.

The two move towards Simpson, removing their hats and sunglasses and handing them him. Melody removes the sarong and hands it to Simpson, who neatly folds it over his arm. Melody nods at J2H and puts her arm around his and the two walk to a higher platform and stand behind another couple in line. A second crew member moves next to them and hands the pair bright orange life jackets. Melody puts one over her head and the crew member tightens it up. J2H puts his over his head and the crew member moves behind him and fastens the straps. J2H looks towards Melody.  

J2H: Don't worry, probably just some insurance thing.

Melody nods her head at him as the couple in front leap from the platform and in to the clear water below. J2H and Melody step to the front, looking down at the water below them. Melody looks back at J2H.

Melody: You know J, this is a good metaphor for life.

J2H: What is?

Melody: That taking the plunge isn't that bad. Maybe this one be the last plunge you take with me in the future.

Confusion covers his face as Melody take a firm grip of his hand.

J2H: Wait... What?

Before the conversation can continue, Melody jumps from the boat, taking J2H with her and the two hit the crystal clear water as the camera fades.



Wednesday night, the stars shine bright over Sardinia, each lighting up part of the island. The camera moves down to show the a lit up night scene. Buildings of various sorts illuminated by lights and showing off the skyline to the right, while the moon shines over the ocean to the left. Cars can be seen driving down the ocean road, their red taillights leaving a streak as they shoot along and music can be heard in the distance, playing from one of the many clubs along the Sardinian coastline. The camera moves up towards a balcony to a penthouse, high above the immediate noise of the city below. On the balcony, J2H lays on a long, but wide chair, his legs stretched out. On the floor to his left, a bottle of champagne sits in an ice bucket. He reaches down and lifts it from the bucket and grabs a nearby glass. He balances the glass on his lap, and takes a firm grip of the top. He spins his hand around and pops the cork. He quickly reaches for the glass balanced on his lap and catches the bubbles before they fall to the ground. Placing that glass on the floor next to him, he picks up a second glass and fills it, watching the bubbles settle before topping up both glasses. He puts the bottle back in the ice bucket as Melody appears behind him, holding a blanket in her hand. She moves around, sitting next to him on the wide chair and throws the blanket over the two, spreading it out evenly. J2H reaches down and picks up a glass of champagne and hands it to Melody, who takes it with her right hand. He puts his right arm around her and lifts up the glass of champagne from the floor with his left hand.  

Melody: What's all this in aid of?

A smile passes on his lips as he tilts his head to the right, looking at the younger blonde.

J2H: Well, we don't have a lot of time left together.

Melody turns her head towards J2H, her eyebrows raised.

Melody: What do you mean?

J2H: Well we fly back early tomorrow morning, and then you're on your way to Canada again, and I'm stuck home with a duck that keeps escaping from your friends house and waddling his ass back to my house.

Melody: Oh right.

J2H: Yeah, so thought to myself that we end this night peacefully without a care in the world and relaxed.  

Melody's left hand grabs his right hand under the blanket, giving it a slight squeeze as she looks at him with a beaming face.

Melody: I don't know what's got in to you today, or this entire trip, but whatever it is, I like it.

He smiles as he brings the champagne glass to his lips, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid before placing the glass on the floor next to him.

J2H: Life's too short for all the bullshit. All we did is fight over this film and stuff.

Melody: But champagne?

J2H: Well I figured you better get used to it, now you're a movie star and will be invited everywhere where people drink this stuff like water.

Melody: Which reminds me...

Melody take a sip from her glass before placing it on the floor next to her. She moves in closer, putting her arm across his chest and looking him in the eye.

Melody: You are coming to the premiere of the film, right?

An awkward look crosses his face as he returns her look.

J2H: You know they have these things all over the world, right? Plus it means all the stars stay in the same place and it would mean I'd have to be around that co-star of yours I can't stand. You sure it's a good idea for me to be in the same city as him, let alone the same hotel?

Melody: It's not like we're all in the same room, or all hang out. Not all movie stars hang out together at the same time when they're shooting. Most of them can't wait to end the scene so they can leave and get away from each other.

Melody lowers her eyebrows, pouting out a lip in a classic puppy dog face expression.

J2H: If it means that much to you, I will be, but keep me away from him.

Melody's eyes light up as she hears his words.

Melody: Thank you baby!

He sighs deeply as he turns his head away, his hand reaching under the chair, his fingers reaching out for something.

Melody: Something wrong?

J2H: No, I'm just...

His arm stops moving as he eventually grabs hold of what he was looking for.

J2H: I actually have something for you.

Melody: For me?

J2H pulls his arm from under the chair and lifts it on top of the blanket. He places down a small blue box, with no markings on it. Melody's eyes widen as she looks at it.

Melody: What is it?

J2H: You'll have to open it to find out.... x

Melody puts her hand on the box, lifting the lid, as the camera jumps to black.

Wanna know what it is? Better go to Melody's promo then.



Friday morning and the boredom has already kicked in for the SCW World Champion as he sits outside his home, the pool area being his destination of choice. He lays back on the grass starring up at the cloudy blue sky, his sunglasses covered eyes focusing on a cloud, gently floating past him. Loneliness was not something he often felt, if at all. He'd always prefer his own company on any given day but this morning, things felt different. After his conversation with Melody not too long ago, his life was fast changing, faster than he expected. (Melody's promo will explain it all). He never expected things to move as fast as they did, but he wasn't complaining about it. Things just felt different to him today, like they should be together after something as big as that.

Big steps don't come easy for J2H, he couldn't even say the L word, he felt it, but it got stuck behind his teeth whenever he tried to let it pass his lips. He remembers too much from the past, and things he should get over and forget, but the thought of them made him run cold even in the hottest temperatures, but he knew someday he would, so why waste time. None of us know what's round the corner, right?

He sighed sadly as images flashed through his mind of Melody working on a movie over a thousand miles away from him shooting a movie while he is back home. He couldn't even appreciate this moment of doing absolutely nothing. Simpson moves towards him from behind, his shadow casting widely over the grassy area.

J2H: Simpson...

Simpson: Sir... I'm sorry to intrude on your day of quiet. I know how you hate to be pestered by messages on a day you prefer to relax, but I just received a phone call.

J2H: Good for you Simpson, you clearly have a friend.

Simpson: Indeed sir, but it's from that wrestling magazine you agreed to write an article for a few weeks ago.

J2H sits up, turning his head towards the bigger man, his shadow cast across his body.

J2H: Simpson... Shadow.

Simpson: Sorry sir.

Simpson moves around J2H, the shadow of his huge body moving off the skin of the champion. Simpson looks down at J2H.

J2H: And what did this phone call say?

Simpson: Sir, the article needs to be submitted by the end of this very day. They go to print tomorrow morning.

A sigh comes from the champions lungs as he flicks his hair back from his face.  

J2H: I don't even know what the fuck to write about Simpson.

He lifts himself to his feet and looks at the bigger man, a look of curiosity on his face.

Simpson: What about the day you won the SCW World Championship, how you was feeling inside to the moment you stepped through the curtain.

J2H: I knew I kept you are for some reason Simpson.

Simpson: Probably cause Ms. Grace would never let you hear the end of it if you fired me sir.

J2H tilts his head to the side, looking at Simpson.

J2H: Sadly, I can't disagree there Simpson.  

A rare smile crosses Simpson's lips as he looks at J2H.

Simpson: I've taken the liberty of setting up a work space on the patio for you sir.

J2H: Thank you.

The two walk towards a patio area where a laptop is set up on a table, with a cold drink next to it. On the chair next to the chair in front of the laptop, Dexter the duck sits. J2H points at the duck.

J2H: And where the fuck did he come from?

 Simpson runs his hand over his bald head, looking at the feathery Dexter with a curious look upon his face.

Simpson: I have no idea sir. Ms. Grace told me he was with her friend while she was away. I guess we will be seeing more of the little fella around here now sir.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H's eyes narrow as he looks at the bird, just shaking his tail at the champion.  

J2H: I guess so.

J2H walks over to the chair in front of the laptop and pulls it out, looking down at the duck on the next chair. Simpson walks past him and in to the house as J2H's fingers hover over the keys. J2H glances at the duck.

J2H: Don't wanna hear a word outta you, we clear?

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H: Good!

J2H focuses on the screen and starts to type.

"February 14th 2016 was the night it all changed for me. It was the night that started off low but ended on a high.

I turned up to the building knowing I was unhappy in SCW, knowing I was put in a poor match just for the sake of it. Eric Steel and CJ Sharpe had nothing to offer SCW, Eric Steel more than most. He was here before and just like before, flaked. He melted away like an ice cream in the sun, yet he was to be one of my opponents. I turned up that night knowing in my heart that I didn't want to be there, I didn't want to be in SCW, the company had offered me nothing for a long time. I came back with a fire in me but it was quickly put out before I turned up that night.

That's when the Austin factor kicked in.

Austin Parker is not a man who is shy to make his opinion known and I sat in that locker room determined not to go out. I refused to Simpson, waited to the last minute to change and Austin burst in the room. His voice was full of venom and he kicked me in the behind.

The match wasn't memorable at all. I locked him in a submission hold and went backstage, packed up my stuff and I was out the door in my mind.

I knew I could catch more flies with honey than I could by angering the bosses. I knew if I got through the night without making anymore waves, I could sit there with the staff and get an agreement where I can just go and put this place behind me, but that would have been too simple. That's why after my match, I walked in to Hot Stuff's office, put up with his over the hill jokes about me smelling after my match, but I didn't care. I'd done what I had to in my mind. It didn't matter if I was in that match, I didn't rate my chances anyway and not one person in it took me seriously. He didn't care and I was forced in to it.

Going back to the locker room didn't help me much after I found a gift from Melody there. Considering me and her was not on the best of terms and I know she wasn't there that night... Long story that grinds on me but is for another day, but she clearly had help there. I mean how could she be with... never mind, that story will only angry up the blood.

But it is amazing how things can turn around so quickly, isn't it? One minute my mind was flooded with what Melody was doing at that point, the fact that I couldn't get out of my contract, and the fact I probably had the most pointless match in the world, but there I was behind the curtain, just waiting for the match to start.

I didn't even bother watching the usual Travis Nathaniel Andrews beats up someone from the past segment that he loves to do every chance he gets. He thinks it entertains, but it does not. Didn't even watch Mikah and Simon Jones talk for what seemed like seven hours on camera without actually saying a lot.

I just looked at the curtain watching wrestler after wrestler go through the curtain come back through the curtain, until it was time. I went through that curtain and thought to myself that if I was going to go from SCW, I was going out in style, I was going out with a bang and how ironic that the man I speared to start things off would be the man I would have two amazing matches with, in Despayre?

I watched person after person fly over the top rope, I remember looking at Rage and seeing the shock on his face. He believed he was gonna win, he believed that it was his God given right, as proven by every sneaky backhanded comment he made afterwards. The look on his face was priceless. At that point though, I didn't realize just how many people were left. I just saw bodies flying around and when I, yes I again eliminated Despayre, a thought entered my mind. I thought if there's only just a few left, I might stand a chance and I turned around and saw one man and one man only standing looking at me... Just Goth.

No one else, just Goth. Then it hit me.

I can win this thing.

I could shock the world. While others were out there ruining their futures, I could make mine so much more better. I could change my future right here and now. All I had to do was beat a blind man.

Well he wasn't blind completely, but when the best he can do is make an unannounced, probably unauthorized guest appearance to spin a roulette wheel for no reason, you knew his career has now gone.

I knew I could take advantage of it, and that's just what I did. The young lion had kicked the old lion off the rock and taken his place. As soon as the hand of the referee hit the mat for the first time, my life changed.

The journey from punching bag to the best champion in the business was done. A new era was born at that moment. The old veteran wrestlers had instantly gone out of fashion and the newer, better, more improved wrestler were in.

That match paved the way for people who wouldn't usually be considered, to be considered for a top match. The fact that I won, opened the eyes of the staff to see just what can be achieved when people get a fair shot at it. Without me winning it, we'd probably have Goth and Rage going at it for the title over and over. We'd have over the hill past it wrestlers who should have retired long ago, stopping the younger fresher talent from stepping up. I blew the doors wide open for the likes of Connor Murphy, Steve Ramone, Casey Williams, Dmitri, Samuel Deveroux and Markus Reeves. Six men who wouldn't be considered for a top shot for difference reasons. I made it possible for these guys to try and earn a match with the best in the business right now.

I opened doors people didn't even know was there just by shocking the world, but it was bittersweet for me. Bittersweet because some things just wasn't in the right place, but amazing because I lit the fire that blazed a trail.

This fire won't be going out any time soon because that was the day J2Hism was born....

J2H"

J2H looks down towards Dexter as he runs his fingers through his own hair.  

J2H: I would ask you to proof read that and let me know what you think, but you're a duck and ducks can't read, no matter what Melody says.

Dexter: QUACK!

Dexter jumps on the table and moves towards the laptop screen. He stops in front of it, his head moving from side to side as if he's reading what J2H has written. J2H looks on is disbelief but Dexter turns his head.

Dexter: QUACK!

J2H slowly shakes his head before looking at the duck.

J2H: What fucking circus did she get you from?

J2H rolls his eyes as the camera fades.



Sitting in his home on Saturday afternoon, the SCW World Champion, J2H sits with his feet up across a leather sofa, the SCW World championship belt sits across his legs, resting on bright white shorts. He sits shirtless but his gold chain rests around his neck, changing down lower, towards his ribs. On his head, a red baseball cap sits sideways as he looks down the camera.

J2H: Well it's that time again, that time I put the world to right, because I am the fucking champion and I have no problem telling people what I think about them.

He runs his fingers along his chin as he pauses for a second.  

J2H: But this one is just dedicated to one being, one entity in the wrestling world. Oh don't get me wrong, I can go on more about how SCW officials are idiots, or I can talk about Natalie McKinley being the only person in the whole business that gets what I am about, and that you should all breathe in every word I say, but no, it's time for a character assassination of one man, and yes, I did say man, and that is the man with the overplayed gimmick, Dmitri.

A slight smirk comes from J2H before he continues.

J2H: Yes, I called you a man Dmitri, because it is all you are. You're not some ageless being from another time, you are just a man, you breathe like the rest of us, but this is what gets me Dmitri.  

J2H waves a finger at the camera.

J2H: When you chose to step in to the ring, when you decided to be a wrestler and put your body through hell, you could have chose to be anyone you wanted. You coulda chose to have been any kinda person you wanted to be, but you chose an overplayed creature of the night, you decided vampire was the way forward. Now this Dmitri, it got me thinking. It got me wondering why a man would choose to be this thing, and I get it. Vampires are meant to be immortal, vampires are meant to be emotionless, vampires are meant to feel nothing and I know there's somewhere in you that feels no emotion makes you stronger than us mere mortals, right?

J2H shakes his head firmly.  

J2H: Wrong.

He pauses for a second.

J2H: It doesn't make you stronger to be emotionless, it doesn't make you better than average just because you feel nothing, it makes you fucking weaker you idiot. Look at the emotions us normal people have. We have love, it pushes us to work for happiness and hurts so much when we lose it, it gives us a stronger shell. Hate, hate forces us to be stronger and push through, forces us to go for revenge if we need to. Defeat, without it, without feeling the pain of it, we won't have a clue what victory feels like. Without feeling that victory, we won care if we want more, and trust me, now I have this title, I want to win to keep it, but an emotionless cretin like you, wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

A little shake of the head and smile comes from the champion.

J2H: When you chose vampire over say, an ass kicking pia boy, like your partner is, you started to live the gimmick and become emotionless and that is what costs you because we, as normal, functioning humans, get knocked on our asses all the time and develop strength to get back up, we become more powerful than the dark side, because we don't ask for it, we're forced in to it, where as you...

J2H smirks.

J2H: You just became the emo kid from high school that nobody liked.

He sit up, swinging his legs around and planting his feet on the floor.

J2H: Just like that emo kid, you cut yourself off from reality because you thought you knew pain but you knew shit, you just didn't have any fucking friends. Strength comes from feeling shit and not being able to do anything about it, but you don't feel, do you Dmitri? You don't know a damn thing about feeling low and not wanting to, but having to find the strength to rise up again. You're immortal bullshit means nothing, it doesn't mean you have the strength or power that makes you better than me. All it means is you won't give a fuck when I beat you again. It means you won't mind me kicking the shit out of you and keeping my title.  

He runs his fingers along the title belt on his lap.

J2H: You shot yourself in the foot Dmitri when you chose to live that life. You put yourself at a huge disadvantage when it comes to having the strength to success. Don't bullshit people and say you was bitten and you became a freak of nature that walked the earth for thousands of years.

A frown covers his face.

J2H: People don't believe that, they know you used to come home from school with a Simpsons lunch box or something and have a glass of milk and a couple of cookies before dinner. They're not fucking stupid.

He looks upwards at the ceiling.

J2H: They know that somewhere in your life, you watched Twilight or something and thought you'd make a good sparkly little vampire. Maybe it's because you thought the women would take notice of you, but the truth is you could offer to pay women and they wouldn't come near your ugly ass!

He looks back down with confidence.

J2H: You thought you was something special but low and behold, you will never be and some pale make up and telling people you're gonna suck their blood or something, just isn't gonna make you stand out. It's not gonna help you rip this title belt away from me. It will never help you do anything other than be laughed at because everyone knows vampires are fiction, you are fiction, I am real. The fact that I am the World champion without having to stick on make up and try and be all scary should show you that you don't need a gimmick to get noticed. I mean you have that stupid gimmick and no one knows who you are or gives a fuck about you.

 A blank shrug of the shoulders follows his last words.

J2H: I bet ya not even Russian, are ya? You're probably from Cincinnati, or Delaware or something, aren't ya? Maybe even Scottsdale.

An arrogant look crosses his face.

J2H: There is nothing about you that is real Dmitri, even those little thoughts in your head that you could actually walk out of Violent Conduct III with my championship. That is something that's definitely not happening. People even forgot that you was in the ring with me last Sunday, and you're probably all butt hurt about that, but that's just how bright my star shines and will always shine. I remember you was there spouting some shit before you realised you was in too deep and decided to get out of there before I put my boot up your ass so deep, my toes would have been tickling your fake fangs, but I remember that bullshit you was saying, even if no one even remembers you being there.

J2H taps the side of his head.

J2H: You're meant to be a fucking vampire, yet you quote biblical shit! You stood there talking about Jonah for fuck's sake. Even touching a bible or cross is meant to make your kind burn. Talk about ruin a gimmick in just a few words! Then you go on and talk about human beings.... You are one you fucking idiot, you eat, sleep, breathe, the same as I do, except I don't get up and put on make up and pretend I'm something I'm not, just like you do.  

He moves his fingers to the side of his head and pulls them away as if his mind has been blown.

J2H: Do you know how boring you sounded out there? You have the charisma of a needle, but at least they're useful.

[J2H]

 OOC: Noticed once again, my RP cut off at the end. No need to count this part at all, just had to post it to show the rest.





He slowly shakes his head.

J2H: Telling me I'm next. Fucking hell, get in line cause every other idiot has told me that and every other idiot has fallen at my feet. You're gonna do the exact same thing. I don't underestimate you Dmitri but I sure as hell refuse to over estimate you. You're dull as fuck and you will not be ripping the title from my hands at all.  

He grips the title belt in his hands.

J2H: No one remembered you was even in the ring, because you sucked on the mic, and that just about matches your skills in the ring. I don't think you even know what you're doing in the ring, and I got extra motivation.

J2H looks down at the title belt on his lap.

J2H: Once I beat you at Violent Conduct III, I will break another record. I am the longest serving champion, but once I beat you, I will break the record of combined days as champion for people that's held this thing more than once. I only needed one time Dmitri, one time, and I've defeated everyone, including you and I will do it again. I am the man to shatter every fucking record this company has, I am the man to take everything people knew about SCW and rip it and put my name all over it. I am the greatest this place has ever seen, EVER Dmitri, and you will not stop me from breaking another record. Despayre tried to stop me getting this far and you're not half the man he is, so you will not stop me from breaking another record. My name will be in the record books over and over and you Dmitri, you won't even be a footnote in it. You won be remembered when your time is up, but I will never be forgotten.

J2H pulls the title over his shoulder and looks down the camera.

J2H: I can't be forgotten because I am the one leading SCW in to a new era, I am the one willing to change everyone for the better, even you. I'll fucking pay someone to teach ya how to speak on a microphone after I beat you. I will help the whole of SCW reach it's potential and become much better than it could ever dream of being. It's because I can do that, I will do that to help these and I will start by helping you.

He firmly points down the camera.

J2H: I will help you by showing you how bad you are, from top to bottom, from head to toe, I will show you that you're not as good as you think you are. We will break you down and rebuild you Dmitri, because as it stands right now, you will not be getting near my title belt. You won't stand a chance, but after I destroy you, after I rip you to bits, I will help you. You will be like the rest and follow J2Hism. You will accept it in your life and you will listen to every word that I say and improve.

A smirk crosses his face.

J2H: But right now, you ain't worth shit. You ain't worth a damn thing to me or anyone else because you can and will be beaten when you step in the ring with me. You might as well go back to your coffin, lay down, pretend you're Dracula and forget reality because reality is going to fucking hurt for you. Reality is going to destroy every last fibre of your emo ass. What you see before you is bigger than you in the bigger picture of the universe. Not all men are equal Dmitri, because you're so far below me, we might as well bury you now, and give me my own personal cloud to sit on. That's how far below me you are Dmitri. That's how low you are compared to me. You will never get to reach my level Dmitri.

J2H breathes deeply as he pauses.

J2H: The cold hard facts are there in front of your face. They're going nowhere and no one is giving you a chance in this one and neither am I. My followers know the chances of you every getting this from me is low, they know that you have zero chance. You're just the guy that happens to be in my ninth title defence. Both of us will be having a very familiar feeling. One of us will be walking out without a title, and that is you, while I will be walking out with my belt. Both of us are very familiar with that. Both of us will have those feelings again Dmitri. There's no way on God's green earth that I will leave Violent Conduct III without my title. Not a chance in hell that, that will happen, so believe me when I say Dmitri, that you should go give up now, hang with your pia boy fake Italian friend, talk about whatever it is that a fake Italian and fake vampire talk about and forget about ever being the top dog while I'm still about. I refuse to let that happen.

J2H smiles confidently down the camera.

J2H: That is how it is Dmitri, it's how it will always be. The fact is you're in this match because you beat people only slightly worse than you are. You're in this match because everyone else who tried, simply sucked. You shouldn't be proud that you're in this match, it's no achievement to beat a bunch of losers, none at all.  

J2H stands up, and the camera follows his face.

J2H: I'm there because I actually worked hard and pinned another freak in Goth to get this belt. You and him should hang out, you're almost the same person. I beat him, I will beat you.  

He points down the camera.

J2H: I'm J2H, slayer of freaks and destroyer of the dark side, so come Violent Conduct III, Dmitri, it won't be I that's next, it will be you. That's real talk bitch!

J2H walks away as the camera fades out.