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Rage Vs Jeremiah Hardin Vs J2H Vs Drake Green
« on: April 30, 2017, 08:27:38 PM »
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Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the LORD, when I lay my vengeance upon thee

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Rage Vs Jeremiah Hardin Vs J2H Vs Drake Green
« Reply #1 on: May 06, 2017, 07:14:18 PM »
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Charity, seems like a big word in today's society, a big word which others will happily take advantage of. We've all seen it, feels like every day people not in control of their finances are setting up a go fund me page to pay their rent just because they wasn't smart enough with their money. Or sponsorship, please give me money to do something I'm comfortable doing so I can get some self worth by giving it to a charity no one's heard of, because I am not in control of my own money to the point I can personally give money to charity. Most people have a heart to see someone collecting for cancer research and throw money in the bucket, but people asking for money to pay their rent over social media? Go fuck yourself! Common sense to put your finances in order to keep a roof over your head. Once you do that, and other basic costs, then see what's left, then see if you can afford the luxuries you'd rather piss away your money on than covering rent and expecting others to save you. People take advantage of other peoples kindness when real causes deserve money, not some stupid people who think the world is gonna pick up their tab.

Some things are worth putting money towards, things that matter to the greater good, not the "I'd rather have something new, than worry about my house".

On April 15th 2013, disaster struck the city of Boston. Two brothers killed three people, injuring two hundred and sixty four people on a day people were out having fun. They thought they were heroes to their religion, but in fact, all they did was spawn bigger heroes.

The Boston emergency services.... And this is where we start.

Most of the SCW crew have moved on, heading towards New York to set up many things in time for Into The Void VI. Others have headed home for the week, see their families and friends for a bit of time before the big show. J2H and Melody Grace decided not to do that just yet, but to stay in Boston for a little longer before moving on to New York. New York was the complete opposite of the way J2H liked to live, busy, polluted, stressful. A few extra days away from the prospect of New York was fine for him.

This day had started like any other for the couple, but a newspaper had caught Melody's attention this morning, advertising a charity event to raise funds for the Boston emergency services in the Boston Public Gardens, and her mind wandered on how she could be there, how she could walk hand in hand with her boyfriend through the crowds. Celebrities were advertised to be there, live music, stalls, local businesses selling their wares and promising all proceeds would go to the city of Boston for the emergency. Melody thought long and hard about how to get J2H to be there with her. Turns out, it wasn't as tough as she thought.

He was always willing to give to a good cause, he just detested the people who wanted something for nothing.

The two walked through the Public Gardens in Boston, Melody holding on to his arm as the crowds move around, music in the distance filling the air and causing a lively atmosphere. Alongside a lake, people stroll, in conversation as they head towards the festivities.


Melody: Thanks for coming out with me here.

Her soft voice whispers towards her slightly taller boyfriend as he looks towards her.

J2H: It's all good. It's a good cause. Emergency people get overlooked all the time, so it's good to do.

The softer side of J2H causes a smile from Melody as they walk by the lake. A young girl runs from her parents and stand in from of Melody and J2H, causing Melody to smile at her. Her mother rushes over.

Mother: I'm so sorry she got away from me.

Young girl: Melody! Melody! Melody!

Melody: Hi!

The girl, roughly seven years old, jumps up and down on the spot, pointing at Melody. The mother looks closer at her.

Mother: Are you Melody Grace?

She looks towards J2H, her eyes opening a little wider.

Mother: And J2H?

J2H nods his head towards the mother and looks back at the little girl before returning his glare to the mother.

J2H: Yes we are.

Mother: Oh my God! Elle here is such a big Melody fan. She has all your shirts and walked around with a copy of the Bombshell title she made herself, above her head when you won.

Melody: Awww, that's sweet.

A look of pride crosses Melody's face as she looks at the girl.

Mother: Would you mind if we got a picture with you guys?

The mother looks slightly embarrassed for just asking but Melody and J2H nod towards her.

J2H: Sure.

The woman scrambles for her phone through her handbag and both J2H and Melody crouch down next to Elle. The mother eventually finds the phone and holds it up. She quickly snaps a picture of the three and gratefully moves towards her daughter, reaching down and showing her the picture. A look of pure delight crosses the little girls face as her mother takes her hand.

Mother: Thank you so much. You really are her hero.

An instinctive smile crosses Melody's face, unable to stop herself.

Mother: You have a great day.

The woman moves away from the two and J2H looks towards Melody, feeling proud of the smile on her face that has been few and far in between lately.

J2H: You didn't just make that kids day, you made her entire life.

J2H puts his arm around the proud Melody and the two walk past the lake and towards a gate, looking at a green area where a stage is set up, with a sound system blasting through Cameo's "Candy" with many people doing the associated dance in front of it. Their eyes wander around at many stalls set up, some carnival games, some selling local products. Melody takes hold of J2H's hand and the two walk through the crowd a little, some whispers being heard as they walk past and eyes falling in their direction. J2H looks at a stall nearby to see a ring toss game with stuffed toys as prizes.

J2H: Gimme a sec babe.
 
J2H walks over to the staff and reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a note, handing it to the man behind the counter. The man hands him three rings and J2H quickly looks at the pegs behind the counter and throws the rings in rapid motion, the three rings leaving his hand in a split second and flying over the same peg. The man behind the counter reaches towards a stuffed bear and hands it to J2H.

J2H: What are you gonna name him?

J2H hands the stuffed bear to Melody, taking her by surprise.

Melody: I don't know but we'll come up with something. Thank you.

Melody grips the bear tight and the two walk through the crowd a little more when a familiar face from the silver screen approaches them. J2H squints his eyes as he looks towards him.

J2H: Mark Wahlburg?

The camera shows it is indeed Boston born movie star Mark Wahlburg.

Mark: You want an autograph or something, kid?

J2H looks taken back by the request, but a smile crosses the movie stars face as he looks at the SCW stars.

Mark: Relax man, I know who you are. You're the wrestler, J2H. Big fan, big fan.

He extends his hand to J2H who reaches out and shakes it firmly before looking towards Melody, looking at him with a slight touch of awe.

Mark: And this is the lovely Melody Grace.

He reaches towards her and hugs her in a friendly fashion before stepping back and looking at the two.

Mark: I thought SCW left town before I got back. If I could have got back to see the show, I would have been there.

J2H: Most left, we stuck around for a couple of days. Not a huge fan of New York so the longer I can stay out of there, the better.

Mark: You don't know what you're missing when it comes to New York. A guy like you could make some serious money there without having to do a whole lot. With your name, you could open nightclubs and do personal appearances for like forty grand a pop. That's gotta be worth more than what ya make a week at SCW.  Three days work for over a hundred grand, and ya get beat up less.

J2H raises an eyebrow at the thought of the huge potential amounts of money on offer in New York and looks towards Melody. He quickly looks back at Mark.

J2H: I don't think New York is my kinda place. I don't need the money.

Mark: You should think about it. In fact, I'm in New York next week shooting some stuff. Maybe we can meet up and talk about some business.

He reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a business card and hands it towards J2H. He looks at it, seeing contact details for the man himself.

Mark: Hey, maybe we can get you guys in the movie, maybe a cameo. I know you've got movie experience.

He nods his head towards Melody.

Melody: I've been in a couple of movies.

J2H puts his hand up to him, shaking his head at the man who has made millions in the movie industry.

J2H: It's not for me. I have no interest in being a Drake Green wannabe, going from wrestling to movies.

Mark: Well I heard through the grapevine that you guys were offered your own reality show.

Melody: How did you know that?

Mark: Nothing stays secret in the television business. There's always someone there trying to make a few extra dimes by shipping it around to others.

J2H: We haven't decided if we wanna do all that shit yet. We spoke about it but never did make up our mind. I don't even like friends in my home, let alone a bunch of strangers walking around there.

Mark: Well I have a production company so if you guys wanted to team up on something like that, we could make it work to work out for you. But hey, it's been great meeting you guys, but I gotta get going. I gotta be on the stage in ten minutes to talk. Give me a call next week, we'll see what we can do.

J2H: Sure.

The uncertainty in J2H's voice goes undetected as Mark Wahlburg puts his hand out, shaking J2H's firmly, before turning around and hugging Melody once more.

Mark: It's been great meeting you both and hope to see you guys next week.

He politely nods at the couple before turning and walking away. Melody looks at J2H with a slight smile.

Melody: Look at you getting movie stars phone numbers.

J2H looks down at the card in his hand before sliding it in to his back pocket. He shrugs his shoulders and looks towards the bear holding Melody.

J2H: Hey, how about we get out of here?

Melody lowers her eyebrows with curiosity as she looks at him.

Melody: Why?

J2H: I got something planned.

Melody: If you want.

J2H takes hold of Melody's free hand, walking her through the crowd and towards an exit gate. As they come towards the exit gate, J2H sees a man collecting money with a bucket, collecting for the emergency services. He moves next to the man and reaches in to his pocket and pulls out five one hundred dollar bills. He looks down at them and slides them in to the bucket. He reaches down to Melody's hand again and the two walk out of the park.




Skipping away from the park was always planned from J2H, he always had other things in mind for the day, yet showed up to the park event for a sense of duty to the SCW wrestling banner. His mind was always a distance away from that event, it was on a more of a sea setting than land. He'd see how low Melody Grace was lately, he saw the look she made whenever the Bombshell championship was mentioned, she felt that she let the fans down, so being the superstar he was off camera, the guy that many didn't want to see, or care to see, he had plans for Melody. Of course it meant a day for him too to kick back and relax, enjoy the scenery and switch off for a day, which was well needed. The life of an SCW star, unless you're locked up in your home, or a hotel room somewhere - which was the case for many living outside the Nevada or California areas, you was always on. If a fan approached you, you had to be polite, yet still sell the aura of who you were on screen. SCW stars were not actors who could sign autographs with their own name in their own way. They were in the fans eyes, who they saw on television. Sometimes it was always nice to do just that, but home was across the country, hotel rooms had become stale and boring, another escape was needed, one from the eyes of the fans, and he had it planned...


Melody: What are we doing here, Jam? The park was ok for me.

J2H holds on to Melody's hand as the two walk down a small dock on the Charles River, their fingers locked together as they wander down the wooden pier, Melody still holding the bear won earlier. He looks at her with a smile, sunglasses covering the young couples eyes, but he lowers his to look at her directly.

J2H: Well, I know I haven't exactly wrestled on this tour, because well, I haven't had to, but it's starting to drain me a bit. You've been down about it since you lost the belt.

The mention of the championship draws a frown from Melody as she looks back at him.

J2H: Yeah, I know, mentioning it hasn't exactly filled you with joy or laughter, but we got a huge show coming up, a chance for you to get that back, but I know you're not in the right mindset for this one just yet. You're over thinking it all, so I thought it was about time to forget it all and spend the afternoon on that.

He points to a yacht at the end of the pier and starts to lead Melody closer to it, the glossy white paint of it shining in the sun. They two get closer to see what it on board, a table set with fresh fruit, everything from strawberries to peaches, grapes, sliced oranges. In an ice bucket nearby is a huge bottle of champagne. Melody smiles as the two move closer to the end of the boat.

Melody: You didn't have to do this.

J2H: I don't have to do anything I don't wanna do, but this is something I wanna do. I'm tired of people Mel and this gets us out there with not many people around, other than the guy who's gonna be serving us and the guy driving the thing. Other than that, it's gonna be just us.

Melody smiles towards him and grips his hand a little tighter.

Melody: Thank you.

J2H returns her thank you with a nod, and the two continue to walk towards the end of the dock. Stopping at the back end, he steps over on to the boat and holds his hand out towards Melody, helping her, and her bear, safely on to the boat. He points to a nearby seat and Melody sits down, placing the stuffed bear to her left. He joins her, sitting next to her on her right and putting his arm around the blondes shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He waves towards the man behind the wheel, who quickly starts the engine of the boat as a steward appears with two glasses, placing them on the table in front of them and reaching for the bottle. He grabs the top of the bottle and pops the cork, quickly filling the glasses. He hands the first glass to Melody, before handing the second to J2H. J2H nods at him, and he moves away as the boat starts to glide over the water. The couple take a sip before placing their glasses on the nearby table and J2H looks towards Melody.  

J2H: See, no one around, nothing to over think here, just us.

Melody half smiles at J2H, gripping hold of his free hand.

Melody: I do appreciate it, I just need to get out of this slump.

J2H: Easy to do Mel. You losing the title doesn't mean you've forgot how to be the best. Just because you don't have the belt, doesn't mean you're not the one people are talking about. Look at me, I lost the belt and my contract is like everyone else's contract, for every month you hold the title, you can have a week off. Thirteen weeks Mel, just over three months I could have gone fuck it and walked away for a bit, not including off weeks. I coulda ended up with like five months off if I wanted to, but no. I stood there and I annoyed the fuck out of the people I'm gonna be facing. When I lost the belt, people wasn't talking about Rage. They wasn't even talking about Drake Green.

Melody pulls herself closer to him, her hand gripping on to his tighter.

Melody: I know that.

J2H: Babe, they were talking about me losing the title. I heard Rage sulked and kicked things because not enough people mentioned him after the show. I heard he cried like a bitch because no one was talking about him. Drake Green wasn't mentioned, his return did nothing for people, him getting lucky and taking the belt from me did nothing at all for people. People couldn't care less because all they were talking about was me losing the belt. Look at Hardin, the only reason people mentioned him was because he needed help to win the belt to start with. If he didn't need help, no one would even care about him.

Melody sighs as she looks at J2H through her sunglasses.

Melody: No one is talking about me either.

J2H: That's bullshit. People are talking about you more than they're talking about a women who got lucky against you. The fans are talking about you, I don't think they'll be giving a damn about Polly. The woman had to get in the ring and beat up a couple of fakes last week, in a skit that's been done many times. People were waiting for you to get out there and talk to them. People are more interested than what you have to say this week than Polly. More people are more interested in what I have to say than Rage, half champ, and Green put together.

Melody: This is you, people are always interested in what you have to say.

J2H takes off his sunglasses and looks at Melody, looking at the seriousness in her eyes.

J2H: Also bullshit. You're the most popular bombshell on the roster and you know it. You're feeling down right now, but fuck that, you're wanted on the screen more than most. No one wants to see you off screen, people want to see you back with the belt, people want to see you with the title. You're all for making the people happy, get out of this slump and get that belt back. Fuck Polly, and fuck Crystal. I forgot that woman was even on the roster. Waste of roster space just showing up whenever she wants, putting in sub par performances, I don't even know why she's getting a shot.

Melody sighs as she puts her head on his chest, not looking him directly in the eyes, but in to the distance as the boat moves across the water.

Melody: I don't know either, but can we talk about something else?

J2H: If you want. I just don't wanna see you in this slump. Into The Void VI is a big night for us, it's a night we kick off golden couple part two. It's the time we take hold of the top divisions and never let go.

Melody: Is that what you want from life? To be known for wrestling?

J2H pauses for a second, looking at the top of Melody's head as she keeps it on his chest.

J2H: No, not just for wrestling. There a while world out there and I have the wrestling world conquered by the age of twenty three. I didn't need to be lucky like Drake Green, I didn't need to sneak attack a tired man like Rage and I didn't have to cheat to get my hands on my belt, or use someone else to help me win like Hardin. I conquered the wrestling world so I don't think it will be too long before I go conquer another world.

Melody: You could conquer the music world.

J2H: Do I look like a singer to you?

Ah, the nice little shot to all you uncreative people who can't separate the real world from a fantasy one. Try and be a little more creative please future opponents.

Melody: What world do you want to conquer next?

He breathes deeply, looking at the Boston skyline in the distance as he thinks about the answer.

J2H: I don't know but I know I'm confident enough to do whatever I want and become the best at it. You can put me in any situation and I can take control. As for wrestling, I want us to get those titles, hold them for over a year, and me personally, I wanna beat each and every person in SCW. I know I've beaten most of them but I wanna beat them all. I think I could do that in a year.

Melody: And then what?

Another tough question comes from Melody, forcing J2H to think a little more about the answer.  

J2H: I have no idea but happy to see where things take me. First off we get the gold, then we kick the hell out of everyone who wants to get near it, then we become the first couple of enter the Hall of Fame at the same time.

This bring a smile to Melody's face as she looks up at J2H, her eyes still covered by reflective sunglasses.  

Melody: So you don't have a five year plan?

He smiles as he shakes his head at her.

J2H: People shouldn't have a five year plan Mel, they spend so much time and effort trying to get to that five year plan so they can sit and brag about it to their friends, they forget to get out there and live life. Spend so much time being limited. I didn't sit there and say I'm gonna win the world title in so many years, I said I was gonna win the thing some time and I did. If I focused on wanting to win it in five years, I would have done nothing but train. We'd have met but I wouldn't have had time for anything, so fuck five year plans, just go out there and do what you do.

Melody inhales deeply, her eyes looking up towards J2H still, her hand switching from his, to wrapping her arm around him.

Melody: Do you ever think where you'd have been without us together?

Stinging question for a man who spent time trying to avoid her, before drunkenly marrying her, only to find out they wasn't married, to Melody disappearing to a country she has no affinity to,  to deep down knowing where she was the day he won the world title. The couple have had a roller coaster of a relationship, so many ups and down that would break many couples up, or at least leave a deep rooted resentment for the other. Most couples at their young ages would walk away from each other with ease in this day and age, most wouldn't have even considered getting back together to start with.

J2H: I try not to think about it. I doubt I'd be in a better place. I'd probably spend most of my time locked in the house, watching old movies and hating the world. Anyway, no need to worry about all this now babe.

Melody: I guess I'm just thinking out loud.

He looks at Melody, biting his lower lip as he searches for the next words to come from his mouth, taking a few seconds to think. The comfortable silence between the two is only overshadowed by the hum of the boat engine moving through the waves over the Charles River. He breathes deep and looks at her with his eyes narrowed under his sunglasses.

J2H: Don't think about shit like that, we're together for a reason and I have no intention of changing that. Here's what we both focus on. We focus on getting that gold back and starting the golden era of us again. After that, we'll figure it out as we go along.

Melody sighs and she grips him tighter, causing him to smile at her.

Melody: Babe, I miss home.

Light bulb! A day at home could be just what the doctor ordered for Melody, a chance to be in more familiar surroundings.  

J2H: That's a good idea, let's go back home tomorrow for the day.

Melody: Really?

A firm nod comes from his head as he looks at her.

J2H: Really. It will probably do you good to hang out with Dexter and Puppy.  

Melody sits up, wrapping her arms around J2H's neck giving him a huge squeeze as the camera fades out to black.




Plane trips are often a bore, no matter where the exciting place is that you may be travelling to. Travelling is part and parcel of a wrestlers life, especially working for a touring company, but each wrestler is different. Some prefer the life on the road, feeling like a rockstar moving from town to town and putting on a show. Some prefer the more local shows, being able to go home every night, others prefer to distance themselves from wrestling completely when they don't work and find themselves living further away to escape the noise.

J2H preferred to be at home, being able to finish up a show and being back at home before it got too late, but the tour has stopped him from doing so. His urge to return home for Melody grew stronger and the two decided to take the six hour plus flight back from Boston to Los Angeles, if only for a few days to be closer to home.

This flight was no different to most, long, boring, only so much Vampire Diaries Melody could watch before her eyes got heavy and the only destination for her was a dream state.

J2H sat next to her as he watched her sleep, peacefully in a far away dream, only she knew what she was dreaming about. In front of him sat an open laptop. Looking across the aisle, he saw Simpson, his eyes locked firmly on to the pages of a book. J2H looks towards the clock on the laptop, seeing that he is just forty five minutes from his destination. The plane cuts through the sky and he takes a deep breath, quickly clicking on his e mail and seeing one that takes his interest, from none other than SCW boss, Hot  Stuff Mark Ward. He quickly clicks the e mail and reads out loud in the mumbled voice.


J2H: James, SCW are planning a new blog style thing for the SCW studios media page, since Zelda Clark seems to have fallen off the face of the planet. Not that I'm worried, she wasn't exactly consistent, good help is hard to find these days. Either way, Christian and I have discussed replacing it with a ten questions style thing from SCW stars. The fans submit questions, we randomly draw them, send the to wrestlers and they answer. We thought we'd test the waters with you. We've randomly drawn ten questions for you. We want some detailed answers, rather than just short and to the point answers, and if this works, we'll post this as issue one and get the ball rolling with others. Just respond to this e mail, the questions are below. ~ HS.

He bites his lower lip before shrugging.

J2H: Fuck it, why not?

His eyes glance down the questions as he stretches his shoulder back, getting ready to answer the first one - and to avoid any confusion, consider him talking as he's typing.  

Question: If you wasn't a wrestler, what would you be?

J2H: Why would I need to do anything? I have a degree in business so I would have probably pumped money in to failing businesses and turned them around, sold them for more money than everyone reading this would ever have. Then I'd do it all over again. Wrestling is what I wanted to do, not what I needed to do, and that's why I did it.  

Question: How many hours a day do you spend in the gym?

J2H: Two in the morning, and hour at night, throw in the occasional run in between when I need to clear my head and refocus on certain aspects of my life. I'm already in great shape and I don't wanna be one of those freak steroid abusing muscle types. I won't over do things, I don't need to. People sit there and hit the gym longer and longer and it slows them down, they get slow in the ring and turn in to Rage where every move can be seen half an hour before he attempts it.

Question: Who is your best friend in SCW?

J2H: I don't really have friends in SCW and I couldn't give a damn but even for the blind, it's obvious that I'm with Melody all the time so if I had to put a friendship label on anyone, it would clearly be her.  

Question: Where's Despayre?

J2H: Who gives a damn? Maybe you should ask Despayre this question and not me. My best guess is he's causing chaos around his house, breaking things and blaming the teddy bear.

Question: Do you say something and instantly regret it?

J2H: God no! Everything I say, I'm justified in! If I come out there and tell people they suck, you know what? They suck! I don't sugarcoat anything for anyone and I don't really give a damn if they like me or not. I really don't. To me, it's simple. Why lie to people? Why hide something the rest of the world can already see. I don't regret much at all, I do regret letting people be around me that don't deserve to be around me. I think we all know who I'm talking about here...

Question: Who doesn't deserve to be where they are in SCW?

J2H: In the women's division, Kate Steele. Seriously, the woman goes on a hot streak, holds a belt forever, then disappears and cuts promos that are so poor, I could give a mic to a chimpanzee and they could come up with better. She doesn't deserve to be upper mid card, barely deserves to be an opener. As for the men, Jeremiah Hardin. The guy is awful from top to bottom, he does nothing in matches that he thinks don't mean a lot, and then all of a sudden when there's something on the line, he steps it up. Problem is, he's full of bull, he lucked in to a match he didn't deserve after a week where he let his partner down, to thinking he deserves to be at the top, it's proof to me that he's just disillusioned, and he too doesn't deserve to be anywhere near where he is.

Question: What annoys you most about SCW?

J2H: Laziness. Absolutely laziness. People sit there thinking they should be higher than they are, yet too damn lazy to work for it. They beg for title shots, they cry and try and put a case out there that they should be getting these shots, yet they're too damn lazy to even watch what's going on around them. You could randomly ask most SCW stars what they think about a certain storyline and they'll look at you with a blank look on their face cause they can't be bothered to watch anyone else's stuff. People hiding things in SCW annoys me too. The ones who don't admit to what's really going on, the ones happy to string others along for their own gain. They're not real men or women, they're cowards.

Question: What's the worst tag team or stable name you've ever heard?

J2H: The Monsitimals is a pretty awful name, just squashing two words together and expecting people to get it. Believe me, they don't, and they could have had a much better name than that. Also this Blood Legion stable.... Seriously what the hell! I mean it's terrible, no one knows what a blood legion is and to make matters worse, it's a bunch of people thrown together that make no sense. Hardin with The Fallen has never made any sense, he's never fitted in there, but throwing in the Unholy Alliance to that, also means Tuscini doesn't fit. The Unholy Alliance were a team that never gelled to me anyway, but now you have these dark side characters along with a guy like Tuscini that doesn't make sense. If anything, switch Tuscini and Hardin in a team, let Dmitri do his freaky vampire thing with whatever one of those broads is a freaky vampire and move on. Not only am I crowning Blood Legion as the worst stable name I've ever heard, but I'm also crowning them as the most pointlessly thrown together stable ever to enter SCW. There really is no point to them and no one will take notice of them anyway.

Question: What's the worst injury you've ever had?

J2H: Probably the injury I've had for the past year. I can't talk about it because it would mean opponents would target it out of jealousy, but as soon as surgery is needed, then I will be retired and finished with wrestling. That surgery would bring on further surgeries which would mean I will be done. I've been risking my health with this injury for a long time, I could break down in the ring, I could break down getting out of bed and it will all be over for me just like that, but I have faith in my body, I have trust in what it can and can't do. I've been able to go two months between matches to let it heal a little more, it's good body management but just don't be surprised if one day out of the blue, I walk to the ring and say I'm done, I'm having to retire and I won't be back. I could do that tomorrow if I wanted and had the surgery, but right now, I'm still all good.

Question: What predictions do you have for Into The Void VI?

J2H: Ah, people seemed to like my predictions last time it seems. Ok, lemme go down the card and predict something for everyone. Jessie Salco will steal the opening seg listening to another shit band no one else has heard of, Veronica Taylor will walk around with her nose in the air, Chelsea Payne will blame others and quit on the spot if she loses. No one will see the Acquin vs Laki match, cause they'll all have a bathroom break, if the new guy even shows up, the Female Elders will try hock some more cola, the Boss Ladies will get laughs at their name, boss ladies? Don't think so. Amy Marshall will screw herself over like last week. Devona will find a jazz bar and miss the match, Ivan Darrell and Max Burke will beat each other up, Kate Steele will talk for twenty seconds before the feed mysteriously cuts off, leaving another Kate segment unfinished, Mercedes will make short work of Kate, because Kate will forget she's in the middle of the match and think it's over. The Bad Boys will smack each other on the rears, Jon Dough will get confused and ask people his last name again, it's Dough, if we know it, you should too. Eyesnsane will have a fight with a mirror because the man in the mirror is looking at him funny.  

J2H stops typing as he smiles at his last comment.

J2H: Dmitri will bite Jamie Dean, Jamie Dean will ask him to do it again because he likes it, the sick freak.... The pair of sick freaks! The Angel Clan will show up and people will ask if it's a new tag team because they forgot who they are, The Fallen will basically unnecessarily pad out a promo and annoy people. Ryan Keys will get distracted by a mid match wedgie, Jamie Tuscini will start rambling mid match about something that happened in the sixties when he was just thirty five years old, Steve Ramone will have another annoying innuendo with Kaylee, when we all know she's a paid actress to distract people from the fact that he cries while masturbating in the broom closet. Kris Halc will wonder if he's stoned after seeing the freak shows he's in the ring with. Sam Marlowe, Evie Baang and Lord Raab will all fight over a microphone at the end of their match to declare their love for Ben Jordan. Crystal Millar will lose, spend the next two months doing nothing and then somehow get in a title match at the next supercard. Polly Playtime will skip to the ring, and fall over her own feet, causing her to hide in embarrassment. Melody Grace will put on a wrestling master class to recapture the belt and become a two time champion.

He looks across at Melody with a smile.

J2H: Rage will spit on a reporter while doing his pre match interview, soaking yet another microphone and risking blowing up the electronics stuff. He seriously spits more than Daffy Duck. Jeremiah Hardin with sit quietly in the corner, conversing with only the other half of him that shows up for big matches, Drake Green will be on the phone to his agent, lining up movie roles where he can play a hero because he is no longer a hero here, and I will give the fans everything they ever dreamed of because no more will they have to see Drake Green with a title, Jeremiah Hardin and his plus one with a belt, or a man who has grinded his teeth so much in anger, that he's down to his gums hold that top belt, because above all else, I predict J2H will become the SCW World Heavyweight Champion once more.

A smile crosses his face as he answers the last question, the fasten seatbelt light brightens up. J2H hits send and shuts the laptop lid. He leans back in the chair as the scene fades out.




Home, sweet home, for a while....

Home is where the heart is and lord know when you're a wrestler on tour, you rarely see it. Most of the tours out of the country put it out of a wrestlers price range to travel home after shows. The world tour not too many years ago made it almost impossible for SCW stars to fly in and out of countries constantly, what would have been the point working if your money was constantly eaten up by travel costs? J2H never had that problem financial wise, yet he opted to stay on tours for the most part, and although it would have been very easy to fly in and out from this American tour, flying across country rather than across oceans, both he and Melody had spent the best part of the tour moving from city to city along with the SCW crew. Melody's ambitions to see as much in this world as possible drove them to immerse themselves with the locals, with everything a city had to offer, but the draw of home had become too much for the young couple. Even J2H, a man who claims to hate every city that is not his own, had travelled through this tour with an open mind, and with the urge to see Melody happy, and could see when the moments of darkness had cleared from her, she was lost in a world of happiness as her eyes cast glances at new things. He did things Melody's way this time with the tour, trying to see as much as he could, but he'd become tired, he wanted to go home. Surprisingly to him, so did Melody!

It was almost music to his ears to hear Melody mention going home, going back to Beverly Hills. It wasn't that she was turning against her good nature, but after weeks of hotel rooms, it was time to lay her head on a familiar pillow. As soon as she said she missed home, J2H wasn't no time in mentioning a return to their Beverly Hills mansion and was more than happy at Melody's response. The popular blonde and her boyfriend were on their way back to Beverly Hills...

Her eyes looked through the window excitedly as the car pulled through the familiar streets of Beverly Hills, Simpson behind the wheel and the young couple in the back of the car. A wider smile paints over her face as she sees the gates of their home appear in the distance. She looks towards J2H, sitting next to her, music playing through earphones in his ear as his eyes are lightly closed. Her hand reaches through his arm and she tugs, causing him to open his eyes and look towards her. He reaches up, pulling an earphone from his ear.


Melody: We're home babe!

His eyes look towards where Melody's finger points and a smile appears on his own face. It was always good to be home for him. When SCW wasn't in a different state, he made a point to spend as much time at home as possible, other than the occasional vacation with Melody.

J2H: Thank fuck for that. I don't mind the touring sometimes but home is where it is.

Especially when you have a home like these two. Everything you could possible need under one roof, more so than most vacation resorts these days. He could walk two doors down in the house and go for a fully stocked replica of a public house, complete with machines and pool table, to a cinema room, to slipping next door where bowling lanes are hosted.

Melody: I can't wait to see Dexter and Puppy! They've probably missed us soooooooo much!

J2H turns and looks out the opposite window, his eyes rolling at the thought of Melody's duck and fish. Melody had been calling J2H their daddy since she moved in to the house, not a term he liked, although Dexter acted more like a spoiled teen than a duck most of the time.

J2H: Probably coming back to one hell of a fucked up house. That duck has probably had party after party in that place from the second we left the house.

Melody: Well I wanted to bring them with us, but you told me hotels wouldn't allow them in, so we couldn't.

J2H: They would have caused chaos. We'd have had higher hotel bills than a rockstar on a drug binge.

Melody rolls her eyes at her boyfriend as Simpson turns in to the gates of the house. Reaching in to his pocket and pulling out a tiny remote and clicking a button on top. The gates open up slowly automatically and he drives in, the tiny sounds of gravel cracking under the tires echoing up through the car. Melody's eyes start to grow wider as the car moves closer to the house and slowly draws to a halt.  

Melody: I can't wait to see them!

The excitement grows in her voice as Melody opens the car door and steps out, her feet crunching on to the gravel below.

Simpson: I'll bring the bags, sir.

J2H: Thank you, Simpson.

J2H quickly joins her outside of the car and steps forwards, quickly striding to catch up with Melody as she reaches the door and excitedly fiddles her hand in to her pocket, looking for her keys. J2H stands watching her struggle for her door keys for a few seconds and smiles. He reaches in to his own pocket and pulls out the door keys and slides the right key in to the lock and twists. He points to the door and Melody smiles, reaching for the handle and twisting in downwards before pushing the wooden door open. She quickly runs in to the house, followed by J2H.

Melody: We're hoooooooooooooooooooome!

J2H watches Melody tear off towards the big living area and starts to follow her, watching her dart through the living room door, but she stops dead in her tracks.

Melody: Oh my God!

Her words causes J2H to lower his eyebrows, looking towards the room. He starts to move quickly towards her, entering the living behind her as he sees her frozen in horror.

J2H: Dexter!

J2H puts his arms behind Melody, wrapping them around her as he looks across at the scene. A poker table is set up in the middle of the room, and Dexter the duck sits on one side. Four other ducks sit at random places, with cards in front of them. Five glasses sit on the table, each with a shot of dark liquid in them, as well as two ashtrays with cigars in them.  

Melody: I saw a painting like this once, but it had dogs in it.

Five sets of duck eyes look at the couple from the table, Melody's face in shock, J's in pure anger as the couple return the duck's look.

J2H: If that's my good whiskey, you five are heading towards the barbeque. The four of you that are not Dexter, fuck off!

J2H stares around the table as four ducks quack towards Dexter and quickly jump off the table as J2H walks over, opening the back door and letting the exit the building, resisting every temptation to throw an "accidental" boot in their direction. Melody walks towards the poker table and looks at Dexter, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she looks sternly at him.

Melody: So what do you have to say for yourself?

Dexter: QUACK!

Melody waves her finger firmly towards the duck.

Melody: Don't you take that tone with me!

J2H walks over, picking up a glass that's on the table and holding it under his nose, inhaling the scent from the glass and looking towards Melody.

J2H: This is my good stuff! Simpson! Fire up the barbecue!  

Melody fires J2H a firm look, part of her hoping that he is joking, yet wouldn't be surprised if he was indeed being completely serious.

Melody: Dexter Carpenter Huntington-Hawkes!

J2H: Say what now?

J2H looks taken off guard by this comment, as he looks towards Melody, watching her shake a finger at Dexter.

Melody: Now you go to your room and think about what you did!

Dexter: QUACK!

Dexter jumps off the table and on to a chair before waddling away and off camera. Melody turns towards J2H and sighs as she looks at him.

J2H: Maybe you should go check Puppy. I mean he might have all his friends over playing roulette or something. Never can tell in this place.

Melody's eyes widen as she gulps hard, her eyebrows raised as the thought rushes though her mind.

Melody: Eep!

Melody charges off in the direction of the fish tank, charging past Simpson as he walks in to the room. He looks towards J2H as he places two suitcases, one carried in each hand, just inside the room.

Simpson: Is everything alright, sir?

J2H turns towards the taller Simpson, trying to hide a smile as he speaks.

J2H: Yes Simpson. We just came home to see Dexter up to his old tricks again.

Simpson looks towards the set up poker table, looking back towards J2H again with a state of confusion on his face.

Simpson: Makes one wonder how he moves the chairs, sir?

J2H nods slowly at the bigger man, scratching the side of his head with a blank look on his face.

J2H: I have no idea how he does half the stuff around here that he gets away with Simpson. I don't even know why he gets away with it. Believe me, if there was a military school for ducks, that little shit would have been signed up and in uniform already.

Melody enters the room, looking towards the two with a relieved look on her face. She moves towards the two and stands next to them.

Melody: Its all good news, Puppy is not playing roulette with any strange fishes, and he smiled at me so everything is good.

Simpson looks towards J2H, not quiet sure what the comment from Melody meant. J2H whispers towards him.

J2H: Don't worry about it.

Simpson nods his head and looks towards the back door of the house, leading to the outside area. He walks towards it and opens it up, surveying the land outside. He scratches his head as he turns back towards the two.

Simpson: Sir, have you seen the outside?

J2H walks towards him with Melody by his side, her arm wrapped in his as they make quick work of walking across the living room to the back door.

J2H: I opened the door to let those mooches out that seem to always appear with that damn duck whenever he thinks we're not about.

The two reach the door and look outside to see the hot tub on, bubbling away as well as beer cans, snack packets and other various little strewn around the outside area.

J2H: Seriously, that duck is going on the barbeque.

Melody tugs at him, pulling on J2H's arm as he makes that comment.

Melody: How do you know it was him?

She asks J2H with a stern voice, but the former champion looks at her with one raised eyebrow.

J2H: How do you know it wasn't?

Melody bites her lower lip, her eyes pointed upwards as she looks for a reason no win the mini debate. She shakes her head and looks back towards him.

Melody: I'll get a trash bag.

Partly defeated, she turns to walk in to the house but Simpson interjects.

Simpson: Allow me Ms. Grace.

He puts his hand up and stops her from walking back through the house. He turns around and walks in to the house, leaving the couple to look at the mess.

J2H: At least he didn't burn the house down.  

J2H puts a reassuring arm around Melody's shoulder, giving it a squeeze and pulling her close.

J2H: Right, how about we quickly go grab some ice cream or something?

Melody: Well, it's funny you should say about going out, cause you know tomorrow we have that party? I think we could get Lucas a few more presents.

J2H closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and looking at Melody.

J2H: I just talked myself in to shopping, didn't I?

Melody nods and smiles at him as he closes his eyes and the camera fades out.




So the day breezed by as the couple shopped and enjoyed a rare moment of relative normality, being at home. The night had fallen and darkness filled the home as the two had long gone to bed, the feel of their own bed too much of an urge after the long, almost finished tour. They knew they had a trip to Las Vegas the next day, followed by a trip to New York over the weekend, for the last week of the SCW tour. Still, for just a few hours, normality was called for and much appreciated. We all love to be in our own beds until....

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ!

The moment in the morning that we all tend to dread so much, the alarm that pulls us from our slumber and back in to the real world.

Melody shoots up straight in bed, more awake than any human should be at the first alarm, her eyes darting around the room. She looks next to her to see J2H sleeping peacefully, his back towards her. Melody waits for a few seconds, letting the thoughts of what he could be dreaming about enter her mind.


Melody: I really hate to do this but...

She puts her hand on his shoulder, giving him a firm shake, dragging the young man from the world of fantasy, pulling him in to the world of reality once more.

J2H: Ugh, ah.

He pulls the cover up to his head, covering over his ear but Melody moves in closer, whispering towards him.

Melody: Time to get up babe. We got a party to get at soon and we really don't wanna be late.

A soft growl comes from his throat as he shakes his head, trying to get his bearings back from whatever place in dreamland he called his own for a few hours.

J2H: Ugh, are we late?

Melody shuffles towards him, moving next to him and reaching down, gently brushing the hair away from his face.

Melody: I wouldn't say late as such, but we really need to go. We can't take the chance of being late. We really need to be there on time.

J2H: Fine.

He breathes deeply before sitting up, slowly opening his eyes to let them adjust to the dim light in the room.

J2H: Ok, we have a flight at ten to Vegas, hotels already booked at the party is in the evening time. What time is it now?

Melody: Ummmm five thirty.
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« Reply #2 on: May 06, 2017, 07:16:11 PM »
  J2H just looks at Melody, not saying a word as she sits up next to him, looking at him with a bright smile, but J2H continues to stare at her before shaking his head and laying back down.

J2H: No, just no babe.


A frown crosses Melody's face as she looks down at him and shakes his shoulder once more, trying to stir him.

Melody: I figured if we get there early, we can grab coffee, get to the hotel and relax, maybe go to a casino for a little bit and we can have some us time.

J2H sits up again, looking towards Melody with eyes half open.

J2H: Alright, but you're gonna owe me for this one. Five in the morning, damn!

J2H turns his legs out of the bed and plants them on the floor.

J2H: Things I do....

The camera fades out.




Closer to home yet not exactly.

Mid afternoon on Friday, another hotel room is a place to call a temporary home, this time away from other SCW stars still hanging out in Boston, or moving on to New York. A rare trip closer to home, not quiet the mansion in Beverly Hills, their return home was very short lived, but a hotel room in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada. Random as it seems, there was a big reason behind being there, not so much for J2H, but more so for Melody Grace. Her friendship with Gabriel and Odette Stevens was more than documented, Odette very much behind the reasons Melody is in the ring nowadays. Melody was once a fan of Odette, her infectious personality drawing Odette to her and taking her under her wing. All those years had grown from mentor and hero worship in to true friendship. Melody would drop everything and run halfway across the world for Odette, and today, from one side of America to the other side for a special reason, the birthday of a young boy who Melody adored, a young boy by the name of Lucas Stevens.

The young son of Gabriel and Odette Stevens is turning two today, and as usual, a Seven Deadly Sins linked occasion did not go past quitely, as a lavish birthday party for the now two year old was already being planned, was already in the works and had been for a long time. With a father who is a magician by trade, and a popular mother like Odette, the party was sure to be a time to remember and Melody wouldn't miss it for the world. J2H on the other hand had no desire to be at a childs birthday party, any childs birthday party, but he knew Melody would never forgive him if he decided to stay in Beverly Hills and not made the almost three hundred mile trip across states to the party.

He knew Lucas, or partly, many times a guest in the Stevens household, and although he would intentionally keep his distance from former rivals, he was always welcomed there because of his association with Melody. It didn't mean he actually wanted to be there today, but the joy in Melody's eyes every time the young boy was mentioned, showed him how much Melody cared, showed him that she'd give up so much to be there.

Melody was on a slide down lately, losing the Bombshell championship put a huge dent in her self confidence for a while, her silence at Climax Control was more to do with not knowing what to say, and J2H knew this would bring her a chance to forget about the world for a while and focus on a little boy who he knew would melt Melody's heart the second her saw her. He knew Lucus would smile and Melody would forget everything bad that's happened lately. He knew she needed this so kept his protests to a minimum, yet still wasn't motivated to actually move....

He sat on the sofa of the hotel room, the sounds of Melody getting ready in another room didn't distract him from his mindless focus on a television screen, his eyes on a program but his mind completely blank, taking nothing in from what he is watching. Slow, shallow breaths enter his lungs as he eases back on the sofa, slowly going in to a daze. Melody walks out behind him, a white silk robe covering her body, moving closer behind the sofa and looking down at him, her arms reaching down on him and wrapping them around him. She trails her fingers up his shirtless upperbody, easing them gently over his chest and pressing him on his nose, causing him to snap back to reality. Melody softly kisses him on the cheek, instinctively forcing J2H to put his head back and look at the blonde, her hair tied neatly back in a ponytail.


Melody: Babe, you should probably start to get ready to go. We should be leaving soon and we don't want to be late for Lucus' birthday party, he's gonna be so excited.

A deep breath comes from the former champion as he tilts his head back, looking at Melody once more.

J2H: I am ready.

Melody taps him on the head and points down, causing him to look down at his body.

Melody: As much as I like the way you look, and I do, I really, really do. I don't think your dressed for a birthday party.

Melody runs her hand over his chest, causing him to look down at his body and state of dress, observing the lack of shirt, white shorts that hang just above his knees and bare feet. A slight sigh comes from his lungs as he tilts his head back to look at his stunning girlfriend.

J2H: You think anyone will care? They'll be focused on the birthday boy. It's his day, I don't think anyone would even worry about what I'm dressed like.

Melody moves around the sofa, sitting next to him, before swinging her legs around and putting them across him.

Melody: There are going to be adults there too, Jam. Moms with their kids and of course Synn will be there, and Despy, and the rest of the Sins.

The thought of Despayre instantly makes him roll his eyes. The backstage area of SCW shows have been a lot more relaxing for the young man since Despayre took a break. No longer was a simple cup of coffee split because of Despayre randomly appearing out of nowhere to say hi to a man he considered his friend. Despayre was one of the few friends of Melody's he would tollerate for the sake of his girlfriend, he notoriously hated some of the people she decided to call friends, but Despayre was the only one he simply put up with for Melody.

J2H: Oh great, Despayre, a guy I haven't seen in weeks and it's been my most peaceful weeks in SCW. You know he's gonna try and hug me, right?

Melody nods her head and smiles at him as she shuffles closer to him, the tops of her legs now across his and her arms around his upper body.

Melody: Well that's what he said in his text message to me half an hour ago.  

J2H looked at Melody, weighing up his options in his mind on how to possibly get out of the upcoming engagement. Looking deep in Melody's eyes, he considered how to get Melody to blow off something important, for his own personal gain. He's been manipulative in the past to try and get his own way, as proved by playing his hand in the game of hot potato concerning the SCW World Heavyweight championship, but deep down, he knew he was fighting a losing battle with this war. He knew that even if a unicorn appeared in the room and said she'd take Melody for a ride, Melody would ask her to come back later.

J2H: Oh great, that's my day then. Running and hiding from Despayre for the evening. Think Gabriel has any of the disappearing powder still left?

Melody playfully pats her boyfriend on the chest and traces her finger around his tattoo on his chest.

Melody: You know you're not getting out of this, right? Lucas would be so sad that uncle J couldn't be there with him on his special day.

J2H closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and looking at Melody.

J2H: I'm so not his uncle, you know that right? It wouldn't be fair to him to have one uncle as cool as me, and then one bat shit crazy like Despayre.  

J2H pulls Melody on to his lap and puts his arms around her, a smile breaking out on to her face.

Melody: James Alexander Huntington-Hawkes III! What are you trying to do?

He returns Melody's smile with one of his own as he looks up to her.

J2H: Trying to give you a reason not to go to the party and stay here with me.

Melody shakes her head firmly at him.

Melody: A unicorn could show up, and ask to take me for a ride and I'll ask her to come back later.

A "well, that was weird." look comes from J2H as he runs his hands up her covered back, partly pleading with his eyes.

J2H: Yeah, I got no chance of winning this have I?

Melody shakes her head and kisses him on the forehead before spinning off his lap and sliding next to him.

Melody: We have to wrap up his presents too babe.

With a shake of his head, J2H points to the right side of the room, not turning his head or looking in that direction, causing Melody to turn her eyes in the direction he pointed.

J2H: No we don't.

Melody looks closely to see a pile of presents wrapped up and stacked neatly under the window. Her eyes widen as she looks at J2H.

Melody: You did all that?

He nods his head slowly as Melody rest her hand on his shoulder.

J2H: Of course not. Simpson came in while you was in the shower and did that. Like I know how to wrap up presents.

Melody: Oh... And why does there seem like there are more present there now, than there was when I went in to the shower?  

J2H: Probably cause there is. I was browsing online and saw some stuff so I bought it, Simpson picked it up and there you go. Might not be able to wrap that shit, but I can sure as hell spend money.

A wide smile crosses the young blondes face before she plants a huge kiss on his cheek, firmly pressing her lips on his skin. She pulls her face away from his, looking at him.

Melody: Ok, now you need to go get ready because I don't want us to be late.

He sighs as he puts his hands on his knees and forces himself to his feet, walking towards the bedroom area and Melody follows him. He sits on the bed and grabs a white shirt nearby, slipping his arms through the sleeves and starts to button it up. Melody moves towards the other side of the room, her robe dropping to the floor. J2H finishes buttoning up his shirt and looks towards the floor, pulling on a pair of sandals and quickly fastening them up before turning back towards Melody, his arms out wide.

J2H: Ready.

Melody shakes her head at the former champion with a surprisingly stern look on her face.

Melody: Babe, you can't go dressed like that, you look like you're dressed for the beach, and not a kids party.

J2H: Well how do people dress for a kids party? It's not like I go to them all the time. Hell, this is probably the only kids party I've ever been to or ever likely to go to.

Melody: Smart Jam, dress smart, but casual.

He rolls his eyes and kicks off the sandals. Quickly getting to his feet, he steps in to the bathroom to the side of the room. Looking in the mirror, he quickly shakes his head.

J2H: What the fuck am I doing here?

Melody: And no cursing at the party, there will be lots of little ears around.

He lowers his head with a smile, always claiming that Melody has the hearing of a bat, much to her disagreement. He quickly takes a deep breath as he looks at himself in the mirror.

J2H: Just do this for Melody.

He nods firmly at himself before walking out of the bathroom and seeing Melody fully dressed. A knock on the hotel room door causes them both to turn aroud.

Melody: I'll get it so you can get ready.

J2H nods towards Melody as he looks around the room. The camera follows Melody as she walks towards the door of the hotel, reaching towards the handle as she gets nearby and pulls it down. The imposing figure of Simpson stands behind the door.

Simpson: Ms. Grace.

He nods his head politely as he looks towards the smaller woman, dwarfed by Simpson's height, leaving her in his shadow.

Melody: Simbabwe!  

Melody holds her arms out, inviting him in to the room and Simpson quickly nods in response.

Simpson: Sir asked me to be here to help you to the car with the presents for young Master Stevens.  

Melody: I'm sure Lucus wouldn't mind you calling him Lucas. I don't know if he knows what a master is yet.

Melody looks towards the ceiling in thought and puts her hand across her chin as Simpson moves towards the presents behind her.

Simpson: I'm sure someday he will appreciate being greeted with his proper title. The car will be here to take you both to the Stevens residence shortly Ms Grace.

Melody: Thanks Simmy!

The cheery tone to her voice causes the big man to smile as he starts to lift the presents, moving them across the room to the door. He moves back to pick up more and move them back to closer to the door. Melody impatentiently looks towards her watch and opens her mouth to call out to her boyfriend, but before she can, J2H walks out of the bedroom door, dressed in a silver suit, and the same white shirt he put on previously, the sandals replaced with black shining shoes.

J2H: Don't know why you was worried. Never takes me long to look good.

He moves towards Melody, who runs her hands down the suit jacket.

Melody: You do look very good, and I wish I could stand here and look at you more, but we're gonna be late.

Melody moves towards the door, reaching down and grabbing two presents as she goes. J2H looks at Simpson and shakes his head slowly.

J2H: Party doesn't even start for like an hour and we're twenty minutes away...

He sighs as he reaches down, picking up three presents and walks out of the door.

Ever been to a two year olds party? Well you're all invited. Yes, you heard me correctly, you're all invited to the home of Gabriel and Odette Stevens. All you need to do is switch over to the amazing promo done by Melody Grace. Trust me, it's something special, go now!




The time to talk is here, it's what gets people excited and in fairness, this is the person you want to hear from. Forget the other three - or four in the match if Jeremiah once again fights with the strength of two people - This is the person you wanna hear from.

Outside the Stevens' residence in Las Vegas, Nevada. The party is still going on behind J2H as he sits down on a chair on the patio, thankfully giving Despayre the slip for just enough time to speak about his opponents in just over a week. He leans back in comfortable looking chair and looks down the camera.


J2H: Fuck listening to Drake Green, fuck listening to Jeremiah Hardin and friends, and fuck listening to Rage, this is the person you need to sit there and listen to because unlike those people, at least you're gonna get some straight up fucking truth from this guy.

A confident looking grin crosses J2H's face as he looks down the camera.

J2H: The return to the ring of one of the greatest SCW stars ever to pull on boots anywhere in the world is about to happen. The man himself is about to light up the ring with everything you've missed this whole cycle. See, I haven't had to get in the ring to get my point across to anyone, I've just had to be there. Take a step back and think very clearly. When was the last time a man controlled a division without holding the belt? When was there ever a man who could make the title bounce from one puppet to the other without having to be in the ring? I haven't had to get in the ring to make you people dance around. Rage took the belt AFTER I beat the ever living daylights out of Drake Green. He took the belt because I did the work for him. Then fake champ Hardin took the belt because I appeared again, further proof on who was in control in the division and then you Rage, you took it back because I kept my word and actually stayed away. This division is the way it is, it has the interest it does because I'm the one who controls it.

The confidence transfer from his smile to running through his whole body.

J2H: I'm actually the one who pulls all the strings here, I'm the one who makes the division relevant, I'm the one manages to keep people interested in people they wouldn't usually give a fuck about without even having to wrestle. See, they've been waiting for my return to the ring, because they know I'm gonna get that title back. I showed the fans something you sub par wrestlers haven't shown them. I've shown them all to be careful what they wish for. Since me, they've seen three really shitty champions. All of a sudden, they missed me, they wished to god I never lost that belt. I showed them that J2H without the belt means the end of SCW as we know it. I showed them that they needed me to make things interesting and that's exactly what they're crying out for. They're crying out for the best to hold the belt, and I am the best, have no doubt about it. They want someone who works for the title, who will die for the title and that's certainly not you three. Do you think Drake Green would put everything on the line to lead this company?

J2H slowly shakes his head, knowing his words are justified.

J2H: Drake Green wouldn't do a damn thing to promote this company, my title, he couldn't, he doesn't have it in him. Drake Green can barely get out of bed in the morning these days, he doesn't have the motivation. Drake of old times, he would have done everything he could have, but the man you're gonna see in the ring is not the Drake Green you knew. He's a man going through the motions, he's a man with only his personal gain in mind and believe me, the championship belt is not the gain he wants. What Drake Green wants is to be out there and get himself  beat up more than he's ever been before by anyone before. I know, it sounds strange, but it's true. Drake actually wants to come to the ring and get beat up big time. I know you're wondering why.

He pauses for dramatic effect, leaving people watching to wonder.

J2H: Sympathy.

A mock look of shock crosses J2H's face before it turns back in to a smile.

J2H: Seriously, you didn't figure that one out? You didn't think for a second Drake wouldn't want sympathy from you short sighted fucks? Newsflash, Drake won't be here after he loses this match, cause his purpose to be here will be done, his mission will be complete. He'll have done what he set out to do. He'll be fielding calls from movie people feeling sorry for him and that will land him more roles than ever before. There's nothing that America loves more than a loveable loser.

A casual look paints itself on the former SCW World Champions face.

J2H: Seriously, you buy music from people who can't sing on reality shows because you love a fucking loser America. Those loveable losers can relate to you all and that's what Drake Green will become after this match. It started the second Rage took advantage of my hard work. Everyone sat there and thought Drake's record breaking moment was ruined, oh poor Drake, he must feel so bad. Wrong! He loved it cause it started off what he wanted, you felt sorry for him and he got exactly what he wanted. When he gets beaten in to the canvas this show, people will feel so sorry for him, his career will sky rocket outside SCW. I've said it all along and I will constantly say it over and over and over until you get it through your thick little skulls. Drake Green uses SCW, he uses it for his career outside. He uses it so that he can get the sympathy he needs for you to go and watch his shit movies. These words are true, nothing but truth and you fall for it each and every time. You do it without fail and you don't see how much Drake Green plays you all like a set of drums.

He inhales sharply before slowly exhaling.

J2H: His commitment to SCW is not even there and this guy is someone you can honestly see winning the championship that deserves to be with me? If he got lucky again and somehow managed to walk out with the title, he'll give it up on Climax Control the next week. This is how much he cares about SCW and how much he cares about you all. He simply doesn't, and he will go out there, get beat up and go home knowing that he got everything he wanted from all you people. You cheer him, you need to take a good look in the mirror and see that you're just not that clever. Wise up people, cause that guy ain't the guy you should be cheering. This ain't the guy who deserves your cheer, this is the guy that wants to get beaten.  

J2H shrugs as he looks casual.

J2H: Well your wish is my command Drake, because I will send you out of SCW beaten, broken and worse than you've ever been. I'll show you that you got lucky when you took my title and I've learned from my mistakes and will not repeat it. Better get your nurse on standby, cause you're going back to the home old man.

He stops for a second, letting his mind refocuses on the next opponent to talk about.

J2H: There's another fraud in this match too, not just Drake Green and he's been the talking point not for a win, but for the help he got talking about. No prizes for guessing who.

He rolls his eyes, knowing the fans know exactly who he's talking about.

J2H: You know you've fucked up Jeremiah, when everyone takes a shot at you in their promos last week, even the good guys.

J2H laughs for a few seconds before looking down the camera, trying to hide a smile.

J2H: You really are a joke. I bet you're sitting here waiting for me to submit this promo to the editing people, so you can record more to yours so you don't end up too much in my shadow. Does prove your cheating nature.

A serious look crosses his face.

J2H: Couldn't do it on your own and you know it. We all know it and people have turned against you. You're pretty fucking lucky you're in this match, staff probably didn't know what to do with you. You know what people are gonna remember from your cheap title reign Jeremiah? Absolutely fucking nothing good at all. Let's see what you did, shall we? You got help winning the belt, that's for fucking sure, and deny it all you want, you know you did. You didn't lead your division in your lengthy.... ummmm, two week reign. One ring promo in two shows and even that sucked more than a baby at a tit. I mean it was truly awful, generic shit that even the newest of wrestlers can do. It felt like a five year old talking, it was so bad, it made me cringe. There was no creativity, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to remember, just woeful. I had to admit it, but Steve Ramone and Travis Nathaniel Andrews can hold a crowd better than you, and be more entertaining. All those cheers you heard was in your head. It was seriously shit. You should be ashamed of that because in one fail swoop, you tried to assassinate SCW's reputation.

He slowly shakes his head in disgust.

J2H: You tried to kill SCW with the way you did things. You tried to ruin everything everyone's ever done to give this place a good reputation, and instead shot yourself in the foot because all you managed to do was ruin your own reputation. You've torn up your own reputation so bad that I can promise you that this will be your last title shot for this belt you'll ever get. Can even promise you this, that myself and the other two in the match don't want you in this match, don't want to work with you ever again after this match, cause you're fucking embarrassing. Not even a little bit embarrassing, but seriously the most embarrassing so called wrestler to step in a ring.  

He grits his jaw before continuing.

J2H: You shouldn't be in this match Jeremiah, you know it as well as I do. SCW should have drug tested you because before I turned up, you looked like Jeremiah plus one, you looked like you had the strength of two people, because there was more to your work than before. That's not a compliment because you needed help to get the belt, but talk as much shit as you want, but you knew you'd never beat Rage on your own and Rage showed that last week. Tell the world again how you wasn't a paper champion, when clearly you was cause you did nothing to show differently. You're actually laughable. I'm not gonna lie, I laughed for days when I heard you rant that you was gonna kick my ass!

J2H bites his lower lip to hide a smile.

J2H: Seriously, kick my ass? You and who else? Gonna bring The Fallen with you? Gonna bring The Unholy Alliance with you.... Also, for the record, your stable name sucks! Who you gonna get to help you kick my ass Jeremiah? World knows you couldn't kick my ass on your own, just like you couldn't kick Rage's ass on his own. I laughed so hard at the thought of you kicking anyone's ass on your own, I almost broke a rib. I knew you couldn't beat anyone at all on your own but I'm gonna tell you something Austin Parker told me a long time ago, and that is actions speak louder than words. Considering your actions, you must be a monk and taken a vow of silence.

A cocky smirk crosses his face.

J2H: I mean I haven't exactly been hard to find. I haven't hid from you. I showed up last week, I sat in my dressing room the whole show, didn't move at all. Just sat there and watched openers do better than anything you could have done, but no, you was too busy dicking around being controlled by that horrible looking woman and forming a new stable with a shit name. Good job buddy, you really went through with your word to kick my ass. Way to go!

J2H tilts his head as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You had every opportunity to come and find me and you just didn't. Not only are you a man who needs help, you're clearly a man who has no intention of backing up his words. This makes you a joke Jeremiah, an unfunny joke. You had your chance but no, didn't do a thing. What was the truth? The Fallen wouldn't let you out of their sight? The world knows you're their bitch, I mean they return and then you return, coincidence? I and the rest of humanity think not. You're a bitch now Jeremiah, you will always be a bitch, you're not a wrestler, you're just a little boy who does what he's told, so I'm gonna tell you to just stay in the back and allow this match to have some credibility. With you in it, it has none at all.

He presses his hands together and pauses.

J2H: Ok, this promo is submitted now bitch boy, so do what you always do and record more to yours trying to make mine look worse. I expect nothing less from a half a champ like you.

A confident look passes over the champions face as he gets ready to talk about one more opponent.

J2H: Now it must be time to talk to you Benedict Arnold.... Or would you prefer Judas?

He waits as if he's waiting for an answer.

J2H: Now I know you might be in the house behind me, but this one is gonna be a good little surprise when you switch on whatever device you have, by that I mean when Kittie turns it on for you because you're still at the level of paper and pen, and see this. I've been thinking Rage, something stuck in my head just a little bit. How are you any different from the guy that needed help to take the title from you?

J2H puts his hands out flat, palms up.

J2H: See, he wasn't the only one that needed a helping hand to win the belt to start with. Was it not me who beat Drake Green down for you to even beat him? Just like half a champ, did you not need an advantage to win the belt? Oh Rage, I think you did. I beat up Drake, I distracted you, I control the fucking division and you used a shortcut just like he did. Still gonna sit and preach that you're better than he is?

J2H quickly shakes his head and smiles.

J2H: Didn't think so. You're as big a fraud as he is.... I bet Hardin is gonna see this and agree but you Rage, you needed as much help as he did. Also wanna tell you something Rage, oh it's not a confession of anything but something I find amusing. You see when you burst through the curtains when you lost the belt to half champ, looking for me, growling, spitting all over the place like a dog with rabies, asking where I was. I was standing right behind you trying not to laugh as you covered everyone within a ten foot radius with your saliva. I was sitting there watching you growl and moan and sulk, all about getting screwed over.

The former champion raises an eyebrow as he looks down the camera.

J2H: Not nice when that happens to you, is it Rage? Not nice when you thought something was safe only to be taken down. It's not very nice when you think you're walking through a safe part of the jungle and a snake appears and just attacks for no reason. Every action you made, got an equal reaction out of me. You fucked me over, I fucked you over and you fucking deserved it. Oh you deserved it so damn much and the fans loved it. They never wanted to see you with a belt to start with, they didn't wanna see you walking around with something because you thought it was your god given right to have it. They knew you shouldn't have had it and your ego is bigger than mine. I worked for my success, I worked to be a champion, I never thought it was my God given right to have that belt, but you did. Why? Cause you're a hundred years old and think you deserved it because you've been around forever?

A firm head shake confirms the way J2H feels.

J2H: Dude, you're fucking dull as dirty water, no one wanted you to have that belt because they couldn't put up with you talking in your one tone voice, telling them how great you are and how you deserved it when they knew that you are never great, no do you deserve it. I heard you cried when people were talking about me losing the belt rather than you winning it. You probably cried when people were calling Hardin a cheat, rather than saying oh my God, Rage lost the belt. That should show you that you're not as good as you think you are in your own little mind. The day you retire, no one will care.

He pauses to smirk down the camera.

J2H: In fact, please retire and soon. You're stale Rage and you offer SCW nothing at all. You being at the top stops younger people coming through, people with two things you don't have.... Charisma and moves that were made after nineteen ninety.

A happy, satisfied look crosses his face.

J2H: You're old, you're outdated, you should have retired years ago, you shouldn't even be an SCW employee so after I get rid of you, after I being my title back home and we all know that's exactly what's gonna happen. The fans know, everyone in the back knows and I know, please do us all the biggest favor you can possibly do, do something everyone will remember you for and retire. Just go and let the new generation, the younger generation, the one's who can entertain, do their job because Rage, you don't fit in anymore. Long gone are the days of big men throwing punches and getting cheers, long gone and forgotten. Today's wrestling scene has changed, it needs people who will surprise, people who will electrify the crowd and you couldn't electrify a crowd even if you dropped them in water and threw a live cable in.

Another satisfied look goes on to his face.

J2H: You could have known your place in SCW, be known for being on my side but you decided it wasn't good enough for you. I'm gonna make you regret that choice Rage, I'm gonna make you wish you never had the nerve to step up to me. You could have had a role in SCW for many years to come but you choose to end your career. All you have left is my belt, and believe it when I say I will be taking that one away from you at Into The Void VI. I will be taken away your reason for even being here in SCW. You're gonna wish you stayed on my side Rage, because against me, that was career suicide.

J2H stands up and looks down the camera, a serious look on his face.

J2H: I don't even give a fuck which one of you three I have to pin. I don't care if I have to pin all three of you. The fact remains that this match is very simple. We have a man with no commitment, a man who needs help, and a man so old, his first job was dinosaur hunting. Then we have a man who ticks every single box it takes to be an SCW star, to be an SCW champion, to lead SCW from the front once more, something we haven't seen in almost two months. This fed has been leaderless since I lost the SCW World Heavyweight championship. I have proved by being here and talking on camera every week, influencing every single thing that happens with that division, that there is only one man to take back control of this division and put everything right once more. Rage is not the man to lead it, Hardin can't do it alone, and Drake Green is already thinking about how many movie offers he's about to get for losing. There is one to restore normality and that man will rise, he will grab the reigns again and he will give you all what you've been missing. Fear not, normal service will be resumed in SCW on May fourteenth, when I become the SCW World Heavyweight champion once more.

A confident smirk crosses his face as he nods firmly.

J2H: That's real talk bitch!

J2H turns and walks in to the house as the camera fades out. [/font]
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« Reply #3 on: May 06, 2017, 10:11:19 PM »
 I told you so! What did I fucking tell you people?! I said I was going to walk into that rematch on Climax Control and take back the World Heavyweight title, but still certain people doubted. Especially Jeremiah Hardin. He really thought he was going to beat me a second time, this time without help? Fucking idiot! And you know what that makes me now?

A three-time World Heavyweight Champion! Only the second guy on the roster to do that and the first that really matters, because Drake Green does what so many others have done. He comes back and sets his sights on the Word Heavyweight Championship. Somehow, he ends up winning the damn thing because the fucker that he faced was too worthless to let Drake lose and you know what happens? Drake goes on to lose the fucking belt not long after and he fucking disappears again.

That shit ain’t gonna happen this time. The circumstances surrounding how I won, lost and then won the title back in the first place might be a little hectic and controversial in their own way, but that shit doesn’t matter to me. The fact is that I AM a three time World Heavyweight Champion and I’m NOT going to lose the title so soon after I just got it back from Hardin.

I still have my doubters. That’s is pretty fucking obvious, but let people think what they want to think because I don’t give a shit if you doubt me. Doubting me only motivates me to prove all you fuckers wrong, because I’ll stand back and just fucking smile when I crush the predictions you have. Especially if you’re one of the FEW people who still put your faith in Jeremiah Hardin.

Let me break it down for you people, if you didn’t get the hint last week. Jeremiah Hardin can’t win the title on his own. That much is VERY fucking clear. He tried last week and he failed. So, unless you people know something I don’t, Jeremiah Hardin is not a person you want to be betting on. I’d tell you to bet on Drake or J sooner than I would tell you to EVER put money on Jeremiah getting the title back.

But, those two assholes aren’t going to win either. I’m not letting this title go. I refuse to let the title slip away to a washed up retired has-been, an annoying past his time little prick, and a cheater. Just ain’t happening.

They’re gonna have to pry the title from my cold, dead hands.





Sunday April 30th
Boston, MA
After Climax Control


What a fucking night! Not that I had any doubt that it would happen, but my World Heavyweight Championship is back where it belongs. And it’s going to stay that way. And let me tell ya, what a difference two weeks makes, because Jeremiah Hardin was lacking a bit this week. Gee...wonder why that could be?

It’s pretty fucking obvious. The douchebag didn’t have any help from J2H and he wasn’t as strong as he was in that last match so I’m guessing the voo-doo vibes were in the back where they belong. And it fucking paid off! I’m a three-time World Heavyweight Champion! I’m fucking going to the main event at Into The Void which is where I fucking belong.

I’m not one to celebrate very often, if ever, but tonight just calls for it. It’s just me and Kittie, as it has been for a while now, and as much as shit gets too quiet at times without being around Despayre or the others, it’s really how I prefer it to be. I don’t know what we intend to do tonight, but considering I’m not a fan of Boston as it is, I’d much rather just go back to the hotel and celebrate there.

Kittie is carrying my World Heavyweight title proudly for me, and I’m carrying our bags as we are walking out of the arena. She’s blabbering away about something, but I couldn’t tell ya what the hell she’s saying because I’m tuning it out the entire walk to our car. Just as we’re a few feet away from the car and I hit the unlock button on the key, I hear a voice behind me that stops me dead in my tracks.

“Jake?” She says. And by she, I mean someone I never wanted to see again. Her voice sounds older and frailer than I remember, but like I give a shit.

Kittie turns around, but I keep my back to her. I glance at Kittie from the corner of my eye and her eyes are wide as she stares at the woman standing behind me. Kittie elbows me, but I don’t move. I can’t, because I don’t want to face this bitch behind me.

“Jake, please turn around and talk to me.” She says and I close my eyes, still refusing to turn around.

I drop mine and Kittie’s bags on the ground and feel my hands clench into fists. Everything in me is telling me not to turn around. Not to face this woman, but Kittie elbows me again, harder this time and my eyes shoot open. I take in a deep breath and let out a quiet growl as I slowly turn around to face her. For the first time in just about two years, I come face to face with my mother, and the reunion is not a pleasant one. Not for me anyway.

“The fuck are you doing here?” I snap at her. The truth is, I don’t give a shit why she’s here. The fact is that she’s here, but this little conversation won’t last long, because I’m not interested in anything she has to say.

“I heard your company was in town,” she says and takes a step closer to me. I hold up my hand, warning her not to walk any further and she stops. “I wanted to see you. I had hoped Phillip would be with you.”

My eyes narrow angrily at her. How fucking dare she bring up Phillip after what happened last time she saw him. I shake my head and keep my fists clenched at my sides. “Well he’s not. So you can hop back in your car and fucking leave.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t do that. Not yet. I’d really like to talk to you.”

“He has nothing to say to you, lady.” Kittie chimes in before I can respond. She takes a step forward in my defense, and my bitch mother turns her attention to her. “You may have given birth to him, but you’re not his mother. You’re not his family, so just leave us alone.”

My mother smiles. The bitch actually SMILES, but almost in a mocking way. “You must be the woman who has stolen his heart?” She asks, unimpressed. “Kittie, is it?”

Kittie snarls at her. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am.” She adjusts the title over her shoulder and offers my mother a smug grin. “And you’re the bitch who gave birth to him and treated him like shit before tossing him in a psychiatric ward when he was a kid. Let’s place bets on who he loves more?”

My mother shakes her head. She opens her mouth to speak, but I take a step forward, standing between her and Kittie, and glaring at her. “I’d choose your words carefully, Mother, because if you even think about insulting or threatening my fiancee in any way, I won’t hesitate to have her permanently break your hips.”

She turns her attention back to me and frowns. “I wouldn’t dream of insulting someone I don’t even know, but clearly you have found your perfect match.” She states, and I’m fairly sure it’s a backhanded compliment. I’ll let it slide for now though. “I was actually hoping to talk to you about Ember.”

Kittie and I both go wide-eyed and my hands quickly unclench as I just blink for a few moments. I look to Kittie, and neither of us knows what to say but I end up turning back to my mother, trying to figure out what to say to her, if anything. “Ember?’

She nods. “Yes. Ember. Jake, were you ever going to tell me I had a granddaughter?”

I let out a loud laugh and bring my hand up, running it over my head. “You don’t have a granddaughter. So let’s try not to make a bigger deal out of this shit than it is.” I reach down and pick up our bags, ready to leave. She sees this and immediately takes a step closer to me.

“It IS a big deal, Jake!” She shouts at me, almost pleading with me. “That beautiful little girl has my blood running through her veins. She IS my granddaughter whether you want to admit it or not.”

I let out a loud growl and she jumps back. “FUCK YOU!” I shout, unable to hold my anger in any longer. “I don’t know how you fucking found out about Ember, but I don’t really give a shit. I’m not her father. You’re not her grandmother, so don’t try and try and spin the family bullshit on me, because I’ve never been a part of the Sullivan family. Not really. So again, fuck you!”

“Electra came to see me.” She admits, and I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m pissed off, but I should have known Electra would do something like that. “She’s a lovely woman, and from what I’ve been told, Ember is an amazing little girl. Why you would refuse to be a part--”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!” I shout even louder this time, dropping our bags again in the process. “What the fuck are you getting at, lady?! What the fuck are you trying to do here other than royally pissing me off?!” She stares at me, growing terrified. She’d never seen me this angry before, but I won’t hesitate to let her witness my anger in all it’s dangerous glory, because maybe it’ll keep her the fuck away from me in the future.

“I...I’m not trying to do anything, Jake!” She says, taking a step further back from me. “I just don’t want to see a little girl suffer because--”

“Because of the mistakes YOU and my piece of shit father made?!” I snap at her. I can feel Kittie’s eyes watching me the entire time, and if it weren’t for the fact that she is here right now, I probably would have done something I’d regret later. “That kid is better off not being a part of this fucked up family of yours, lady. She’s doomed as it is have the Sullivan blood running through her veins, but being introduced to you? I wouldn’t torture her like that.”

Her eyes well up and I can see she is about to cry. “Well...it’s going to happen. Next week, actually. Electra is bringing her here to Boston to meet Ashley and I.”

I close my eyes, feeling the rage building even more. I feel like I’m about to go fifty shades of postal on this bitch, but a few moments later Kittie reaches her hand towards me and grips my arm. I immediately feel myself relaxing just a little bit, but when I open my eyes to look at my mother again, I just feel like being sick.

“Do whatever the fuck you want to do, lady.” I finally tell her. “Just keep me the hell out of it. And keep Phillip out of it, because he doesn’t need your shit either.” I warn her.

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” She pleads again. But, sadly for her, no amount of pleading is going to change my view on her. Ever. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, Jake. I won’t stand here and deny that to you, and I wouldn’t deny it to Phillip if given the chance. I just want a chance to make things right before…” She chokes up and her voice trails off as a tear rolls down her cheek. I don’t even bother asking her what she meant by that, because I don’t fucking care.

“Almost thirty years is a little fucking late for that.” I snarl at her. “You have no one to blame but yourself, so do us both a favor and quit wasting both our time trying to get me to forgive you, because it ain’t gonna happen.”

She starts crying now. Full on bawling as she turns to Kittie, taking a pleading step towards her. “Kittie, please. Help me here. He loves you. He listens to you.”

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head. “Loves me, sure. Listens to me?” She grins. “Not so much. And why should I do anything to help you? He’s my fiancee. I’m not going to force him to do shit he doesn’t want to do. Especially where you are concerned.”

For a second, I think the bitch is going to pass out right in front of us, and a part of me is hoping she does. She brings her hand up to her forehead and just takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, and I look at Kittie, quietly telling her to head towards the car.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” My mother says again, but no amount of apologies will matter. “I failed you as a mother, I know. I failed Phillip. But I’m so proud of you for finding a strong woman to stand by your side.” She looks to Kittie again before looking back to me, running out of things to say.

“Well I’m just soooo glad you’re proud of me, Mother.” I say very sarcastically. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and turn around and disappear from my life for good?”

“I can see now that it really is too late.” She finally gives in as I reach down and pick up our bags again. “Congratulations on your championship win and on your upcoming wedding. Despite the circumstances, as I said before, I’m really proud of you, Jake. You’re my first born son and you’ve made a life for yourself that your father and I clearly couldn’t give you.”

I roll my eyes and say nothing back as I turn my back to her. I hear her sniffle a few times and nothing else is said between the three of us. I listen as she walks away, followed by the sound of a car door closing and a few moments later the car drives off out of the parking lot. But I can’t move. Seeing her again just brought on this deep rooted hatred and anger towards her...towards my father and my sister. I feel myself start shaking as I close my eyes, and the anger starts to grow unstable.

Kittie suddenly wraps her arms around my midsection, embracing me. It’s as if she could sense the anger just dying to be unleashed and she wants to calm me down before I do anything stupid. I take in a few deep breaths and start to relax, but not fast enough.

“Don’t let that shit bother you, Rage.” She tells me, trying to calm me down faster. “And don’t let it ruin your good mood.”

“A little late for that.” I respond, breathing slowly.

“Well I think I might know a good way for you to unleash some of that pent up frustration you have going on.” I can tell from her tone just where she is headed with this, and I couldn’t agree more. Not that it wasn’t already planned for tonight, but when one of us is angry, it’s a good indication of how the night is going to end.

“I don’t know, Kittie.” I say as I turn around to face her with a wicked grin on my face. “You think you can handle me unleashing all of this on you?” As if I needed to ask that. She grins right back at me, but says nothing as she walks around me and heads to the car with a shrug of her shoulders. I quickly follow behind her, knowing she’s just teasing me, again. Trying to piss me off even more.

At least this night will end on a high note...literally.




The more I think about it, the more I’m glad and relieved that I let Kittie stick around with me not only on this tour but in SCW as a whole. It’s a damn good thing I have her in my life, especially the last few weeks, because if I didn’t, I’d probably be in some major shit right now. Other than the really great angry sex, I don’t know how she has managed to help bring my anger back down to a manageable level.

I never saw myself as the type of guy to ever get married. I know shit can change, but I’ve never had the patience to deal with a woman long enough to consider spending the rest of our lives together. I figured it would lead to one of us murdering the other with a pillow at night or some shit. But...shit with Kittie is just different. As much as she likes to push my damn buttons, and I do the same to her, things would just be weird as hell without her, and I think she’d say the same about me if you were to ask her.

She also supports me in SCW and makes sure I focus when I need to, because she knows how much I’ve wanted to succeed. She knows how hard I’ve worked my ass off for this place. Kittie might not be one of those vocal cheerleader valet types you’ve seen standing at ringside screaming and yelling and causing a huge scene just for attention, but her quiet support is enough.

And it will be enough. She’s also a huge reason why I’ve been fighting so damn hard. Not just for myself and to make myself proud, but to make her proud too. To make her look better for being with an asshole like me, because I know people find it strange that she’s with me. But, fuck them. Let them think what they want. For whatever reason, Kittie and I just click, and that’s how it’s gonna be.

No offense to Melody Grace, but at least Kittie doesn’t beg me to take her on all these extravagant trips every damn week. At least Kittie is not like the blonde bitch Drake is married to and trying to convince people every damn day on Twitter that her marriage is so perfect, when Drake is probably somewhere drinking himself into oblivion because his wife is so annoying. And at least Kittie isn’t like that voo-doo crazy bitch Diamond or Darknyss or whichever the fuck member of the Fallen Jeremiah Hardin is engaged to. Not that it fucking matters, because they’re all weird as shit and not worth paying attention to anyway.

I’m not worried about being part of a “Golden Couple” status like J2H. I couldn’t give a fuck about making movies or some stupid shit like that like Drake does. And I certainly don’t hang around a bunch of uninteresting idiots like Jeremiah Hardin does. I’m only worried about one thing.

Keeping this damn World Heavyweight Championship around my waist. And at Into The Void VI, I plan to do just that, by any means necessary.





Monday May 1st


Considering how late Kittie and I were up releasing some “steam” and “celebrating” last night, I don’t know how the hell either of us managed to get out of bed this morning. Me specifically. Kittie was able to fall asleep at some point, but I’ve pretty much been awake for over twenty-four hours, with no time to sleep anytime soon. Our flight out of Boston is in a few hours as we’re getting ready to leave Boston, but before we do, there’s one stop I want to make, and not only does it surprise me, but it surprises Kittie, too.

I’m driving our rental car through the front gate to Forest Hills Cemetery. I hadn’t been here in about two years, but given the confrontation I had yesterday with my mother, I needed a little satisfaction in visiting the grave I was here to visit. But Kittie is more than confused.

“What the hell are we doing here?” She turns her attention from her window, to me behind the wheel. “We have a flight in a few hours you know.”

I nod as I try to remember where at he is buried. And by he, I mean my piece of shit father. “Yeah no shit. But I need to stop here just for a few minutes. Just don’t give me shit, alright?”

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head. “Alright, fine. I just don’t see the point. The guy has been dead for almost three years and he meant nothing to you anyway.”

“I know he didn’t.” I say, turning the car down one of the smaller roads in the cemetery. “Maybe I just need to make sure he’s still fucking dead? Maybe I just need to stare at his headstone for a bit and actually feel a sense of relief for a bit?”

She shakes her head again, but she doesn’t say anything in response. I finally stop my car along the edge of the grass, looking just out the window. I spot the large headstone marking my father’s grave. If I had any say in it, that bastard wouldn’t have even gotten that shit. He would have been buried in an unmarked grave. Hell, he might not have been buried at all.

I leave the engine running as I’m not planning to be here very long, and I turn to look at Kittie. She’s about to get out of the car, but I grab her arm and stop her. “Stay in the car. I won’t be long.”

“What?” She asks, confused. “You don’t need to do this alone, Rage.”

“Yeah, I do.” I respond with a nod. “Just stay here, alright? There’s no reason for you to come with me.”

“Whatever.” She says, sitting back in her seat, folding her arms and pouting.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh before I open my door and get out of the car. I walk the few hundred feet before I stop just over my father’s grave, staring down at his headstone.

MICHAEL SULLIVAN
DEVOTED HUSBAND, BELOVED FATHER


I let out a laugh as I put my hand on the headstone and squat down. I can feel Kittie’s eyes watching me the entire time, but I don’t turn around to acknowledge her.

“Heya Dad.” I say out loud as if I am speaking to him. My voice is full of contempt and hate, even after now that he has been dead for almost three years. “Are ya proud of me, old man? Are ya watching down, smiling with pride like a father should?”

I let out another laugh and shake my head. “No. Of course you’re not.” I say. “My guess is that you’re down below, getting some special treatment from Satan himself like you should be. The fact is, I don’t give a shit if you’re proud of me or not. I’m glad you’re dead, you son of a bitch. It gives me great joy to be standing over your grave while I’m up here living my life like you tried to stop me from doing when I was a kid.”

I stand back up, but I keep my eyes on the headstone. I stop speaking for a moment as I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, feeling the light breeze hit my face. I open my eyes a few seconds later, and stare at his name. “I’ve made a name for myself. I’ve made a successful career in SCW. I’m the champ now and I’m even engaged to someone a million times better than your slutty wife is. And I did it all on my--”

“What the hell are you doing?!” A voice cuts me off quickly and when I spin around, surprised, I come face to face with yet another woman I had no desire to ever see again. My bitch of a sister, Ashley.

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing?!” I snap back at her. Kittie is prepared to get out of our car but I hold my hand up, stopping her. Ashley turns around for a moment, glaring at her, and when she turns her attention back to me, she’s even more angry.

“Well it seems to me that upsetting our mother wasn’t enough to you, but now you have to stand over our father’s grave and speak ill about him, too!” She shouts, taking a few steps towards me. “I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to get some help. A serious amount of it, if I’m honest.”

I laugh at her, feeling the anger start to rise in the pit of my stomach. “Well if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, then I don’t know what the fuck is.” I say and I turn my back to her. I can hear her walking towards me, but I stand where I’m at, hoping she dares to lay a hand on me. I hear the car door closing a few moments later, but when I glance back, Kittie is just standing against the car, watching on carefully.

“You’re almost thirty-eight years old, Jake.” She says, not needing to remind me. “Grow the fuck up. Mom was just trying to apologize to you. Trying to make things right with what little time she has left and you treated her like shit! And then you felt the need to come here to our father’s grave? For what reason?!”

What little time she has left? I spin around and face Ashley again, keeping my temper under control for the moment. “First, I don’t need a reason to visit his grave, Ashley. It’s his fault my childhood was as fucked up as it is, and he’s dead, so I just needed to feel a little better at the moment. And what the fuck do you mean with what little time she has left?”

Ashley rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Oh please. Don’t act like you care now.”

“I don’t.” I say with an amused grin that she doesn’t return. “Color me curious, though.”

She folds her arms and glances back to Kittie behind us and shakes her head before she turns her attention back to me. “Not that you care, but Mom is dying. She doesn’t have but a few months to live and she was hoping that your company being in Boston this weekend was a sign that she could fix things with you and Phillip. She’s absolutely heartbroken right now, and you and your wretched fiancee don’t even care!”

Kittie takes a step forward, but I secretly signal her to stand back. She does so reluctantly as I turn my focus back to Ashley, glaring at her angrily for her choice of words. “Watch what you say about Kittie, because you have no room to talk about being wretched. Spoiled little bitch.”

Her jaw drops open and she lets out a laugh. “You clearly know nothing, Jake! You and Phillip weren’t the only ones who had it bad when we were younger, but you’re certainly dead set on keeping up this woe is me bullshit attitude you have going on. You need to move on. You need to learn to forgive, especially our mother because the only one who was really to blame for what happened to you was our father.”

“And you’re standing here giving me shit for speaking bad about him right over his grave?!” I shout back, shaking my head. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

“Look, even if you don’t want to let our mother make things right with you, can you at least talk to Phillip?” She pleads with me, and I roll my eyes. “Even though you’re my brother, too, I can’t convince you to do something you don’t want to do because I didn’t live with you all those years. I lived with Phillip.”

I shake my head. “I’m not saying shit to Phillip.” I growl at her. I wish they’d just forget about Phillip already, but I guess they won’t. “After what happened last time you saw Phillip, I’d suggest you just forget ever having any contact with him ever again. I’m not going to risk having him have a setback because of you or that old hag of a mother of ours. I don’t give a shit if she’s dying.”

“I can’t believe how unbelievably selfish you are!” She throws her hands in the air. Kittie takes a few steps towards us, but I again signal her to stand back. I want to handle this situation, even though I can feel my blood pressure starting to rise.

“Selfish?!” I ask, shocked she even had the nerve to suggest I was being selfish after what I just said. “I’m the one who has helped Phillip the last two years! I was the one who got him out of that fucking hospital after he tried to kill himself because of what your fucking family put him through! ME! NOT YOU!”

“He needed to be in that hospital, Jake!” She snaps back. “He tried to take his own life and he needed doctors to help him! Taking him out of the hospital could have set him back and just caused him to actually attempt it again only succeed the second time!”

I take a threatening step towards her. “Shows what you know, bitch! He was happier the second he got out of Boston!”

“Where is he?” She asks me, looking back to our rental car and Kittie. “Where is Phillip? Doesn’t he normally come to these shows with you?”

I clench my fists. This bitch is relentless and she’s worse than our mother. “That’s none of your fucking business. Leave Phillip the fuck alone, because if you don’t, you’ll just have me to deal with and when you piss me off, things get really fucking ugly. Which you’re close to finding out.”

“I’m not giving up on this.” She warns me and I snarl at her. “I’ll go to Vegas myself if I have to. I was able to find you, so trust me when I say it shouldn’t be that difficult to find Phillip. He needs to know about our mother.”

Kittie finally ignores me and starts walking over to us. Ashley turns around and sees Kittie heading towards us, and she apparently wants no part of a confrontation with her. She turns her attention back to me for a moment. “This isn’t over, Jake. If you don’t tell Phillip about our mother, I will. And don’t think I’m lying. But go ahead and concern yourself with your silly career and some worthless title to try and make yourself feel better. All I care about is helping our mother.”

Kittie walks up and stands next to me, glaring at Ashley. Ashley doesn’t even acknowledge her as she turns around and walks away, heading back to her own car. I’m shaking with anger once again as I watch her get into her car and drive away. Once she’s out of sight, I let out a frustrated growl as I spin around, bring my leg forward and kick my father’s headstone with one angry and powerful kick. It breaks in half and Kittie jumps back, shocked at what I just did.

“Dude…” Is all she can say, at a loss for words.

I bring my hands up and grip my head, starting to lose control again. “I knew coming to Boston was a fucking bad idea, Kittie! I knew it! It just brings up a lot of bullshit that I can’t fucking deal with!”

I start pacing back and forth over my father’s grave and Kittie tries to grab my arm, but it doesn’t work. She tries a couple more times before she’s able to get a grip on my wrist and stop me. I turn and stare at her, breathing heavily from the frustration.

“Look, I wasn’t going to suggest this because I wasn’t sure if it would work or not, but I think I have a way for you to unleash a serious amount of that anger.” She tells me, and I can see the concern on her face.

“This ain’t exactly the place for that shit, Kittie.” I say, immediately thinking she’s suggesting our normal way of letting off some steam, but she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“I’m not talking about sex, idiot!” She yells at me. “There’s this place in Dallas called The Anger Room that I think would really help you out a lot. I heard about it a while back and was waiting for the right time to suggest it to you. And considering I don’t want you trashing our house anymore, this might be a better idea.”

“The Anger Room?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She replies. “Basically, you pay so much for a certain amount of time and you get to just fucking destroy the room with no consequences. You can set the room up anyway you like, too. And, I think I have a pretty interesting idea for you.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Now you WANT me to destroy a damn room? Make up your mind!”

“This is a cheaper way to do it, asshole!” She barks back at me, slapping my chest. “I haven’t even seen what you did to the trophy room at home yet and we haven’t gotten a bill for the damages you caused back in Phillie. This will only cost like a hundred bucks. If even that!”

I think about it for a few minutes as my breathing slows and my blood pressure starts to return to normal. I let my hands drop down to my sides and I let out a sigh as I look back to her. “Alright, fine. I’ll fucking try anything at this point.”

“Good.” She says as she puts her hand on my back. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here before someone sees you and what you did to your father’s headstone. Your bitch of a sister might have you arrested and I don’t really feel like dealing with that shit.”

“Just get me the fuck out of Boston, Kittie.” I feel defeated as I shake my head and start walking towards the car.

Kittie follows behind me and I’m so ready to get the hell out of Boston, but depending on what happens at the airport, we could be stuck here for several more hours as it seems we’ll be making a detour to Dallas before heading back to Las Vegas for the rest of the week.




Well Boston lived up to its expectations, both in and out of SCW. I knew I’d be walking into Boston with nothing but that I’d be walking out with my title back in my possession and I was right. But, from the moment I heard I was being booked in that shithold city, something told me I wasn’t going to escape the city without some reminder of my fucked up family.

And I was right.

You see, my birth mother and sister would like to MAKE you believe that they have good intentions. That they feel horrible about what happened when me and Phil were kids. Well...at least my mother would try and spin that shit. Ashley just doesn’t give a fuck apparently, and yet she calls me the selfish one. So leave it up to them to try and ruin my fucking moment. Leave it up to the fucking Sullivan women to try and bring me down from the high I was feeling over winning back my title.

Hate is a strong word, I will admit, but I really fucking hate those women. Just as much as I hated my father. If Kittie weren’t around, I’d probably be sitting my as in jail right now with no possibility of being bailed out, and my life and career would be fucking over. All because of those two bitches.

And if it weren’t for Kittie, I also wouldn’t have found out about this Anger Room thing. I didn’t even know this shit was a thing, but I guess it is. And, against my better judgement, I’m going to give it a shot and see what it’s all about. Kittie said she’s taking care of the entire set up for me, which if I’m honest, fucking scares the shit out of me, because fuck only knows what she’s come up with. But I trust her, and she knows that.

I just don’t like the fact that we have to make a stop in Dallas just to test this theory of her’s, but apparently Dallas is the only place that has this Anger Room. I fucking hate Texas about as much as I hate Boston. I just want to get back to Las Vegas to relax for a few days before heading off to New York to focus on all the promotional shit that comes with a supercard...and with being the World Heavyweight Champion.





Tuesday May 2nd
Dallas, Texas
The Anger Room


“Kittie, is all this really fucking necessary?” I stop as we’re heading up to the entrance. I’m referring to the outfit she’s told me to wear. Dark jeans, a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath. I’m pretty sure who I’m made up to look like, the exception being I have no hair.

“Yes it is.” She turns and looks at me with a laugh as she keeps walking. “Now quit being such an ass and let’s go.”

I roll my eyes and let out a growl as she stops by the front door and opens it. As much as I trust her judgement, I look like a fucking dumbass as I sulk my way into the building dressed like a fool. She follows behind me with a laugh and we head up to the front desk, where some young kid is standing by a computer. He takes one look at me and grins.

“You must be here for The Walking Dead special.” He says.

“Gee...what gave that away?” I snarl. Kittie elbows me in my side, but it has little effect on me as I just glare at her out of the corner of my eye.

“I’d say it was the lackluster Negan costume.” He quips back as he starts typing something into the computer. “Looks pretty close minus the being bald thing.”

My nostrils flare out and I ball my hand up into a fist where he can see it. Kittie clears her throat and he turns her attention to him. “You’ll have to forgive my bald-headed eternally angry fiancee.” She tries to be as polite as possible.

The kid laughs and shakes his head. “It’s not a problem, miss. Dealing with anger is part of the job description here. It’s why we offer these services anyway. It really does help, though.”

“Maybe for other people.” I chime in. “But I’m fairly sure ya never had to deal with someone like me before. Trust me when I say you don’t even know the half of it, kid.”

He laughs again and then reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a bat. He places the bat right in front of me, but it’s no ordinary bat. It’s covered in barbed wire- an exact replica of Lucille from The Walking Dead. I take one look at it and then slowly look to Kittie and then back to him. “This is a joke, right?”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. She said the experience had to be as authentic as possible, and we’re only happy to oblige. You’ll have forty-five minutes to go absolutely bat shit crazy. Pun intended.”

I grab the bat and hold it up, staring at it carefully. I have to admit, it felt oddly empowering holding this thing in my hand, but I don’t know what destroying a room made up to look like a scene from The Walking Dead will do to help me one bit. The kid walks around the desk and over to the door just a few feet away and he opens it for me. “You can follow me to the back.”

“This shit better work, Kittie.” I look to her quickly before I head over to the door leading to the back. Kittie laughs and then walks over to one of the chairs in the waiting room.

He leads me down a long hall towards the back. As we pass one of the doors, I hear several loud crashes and shatters, followed by frustrated yelling and growling. Huh...guess this is my sort of thing. We walk all the way to the end of the hall to the very last door and he opens it, stepping aside.

“There is a timer inside the room. Even if you’re not paying attention to it, it’ll go off once your time is up. Don’t hold back, because this room was set up specifically for this purpose. Oh, and you may need this.” He reaches over to a hook on the wall, grabbing a splash cover of some sort. I stare at it with a raised eyebrow.

“Uhh...what for?” I ask, shaking my head and refusing it.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll find out soon enough what it’s for.” He returns it to the hook on the wall. “Have at it.”

I peak inside the room trying to get a view before I commit to it, but once I step inside, he closes the door behind me. I look behind me quickly, tempted to just leave right now, but once I get a closer look at how the room is set up, my jaw drops.

I don’t know how many people watch The Walking Dead, but I get a sick fascination out of the show myself. There’s a little bit of everything in this room for me to destroy. Tables. Chairs. Lamps. Things you might see in the Alexandria community or something. I don’t know.

But the mannequins. Oh the fucking mannequins are brilliant!

There’s a few zombies, or walkers as they are referred to on the show, but the five others catch my eye more importantly. Their faces are made to look exactly like my mother, my sister, Jeremiah Hardin, Drake Green and J2H.

“Oh this is going to be fun.” I say quietly as I twirl the bat, heading over to the first mannequin. The one made to look like my sister.

“Oh hello, Ashley. My sweet innocent older sister!” I raise my voice as I bring the bat up above my head and then bring it crashing down against the “skull” of the mannequin. As soon as I do that, a thick red liquid splatters from out of it, sending some of it spraying against my face and jacket. I look down at my jacket and then bring my hand to my face, wiping some of it off.

“Fake blood!” I should with a sick smile on my face. “FUCKING BRILLIANT!”

And before I know it, I swing the bat against ‘Ashley’s’ head again, knocking it right off the top of the mannequin. The fake blood goes flying everywhere, including against the wall and I let out a roar and a sick laugh as I move on to the one that looks like my mother.

“Can’t forget about you, bitch!” I shout and with one powerful swing, I decapitate that bitch. “Fucking bitch! How dare you fucking abandon me like you did! And you want to apologize now?! You want to make up for it now just because you’re sick and dying?! GO TO FUCKING HELL YOU CRAZY BITCH!” I stomp on the decapitated ‘head’ for good measure, covering my boot in the fake blood before I kick the mess away from me and move on to the next.

“Jeremiah Hardin…” I say slowly, twirling ‘Lucille’ in my hand. “The worthless piece of garbage who thinks he deserves to be in the main event for MY fucking title?! The one who cheated me out of it in the first place?! FUUUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!”

I swing the bat hard across the midsection of the mannequin and the fake blood oozes out of it. I laugh wickedly before I swing the bat across the face, spraying more of the ‘blood’ across my face, but it doesn’t even phase me. I’m enjoying this way too fucking much to even care. I move on to the Drake Green mannequin, decapitating that one quickly as well before I walk over and stop right in front of the J2H mannequin.

“And I had to save the best for last…” I say slowly as I stare at the face of J2H on the mannequin. That smug grin is enough to get me fuming as I bring the bat up, holding it just over the head. “You want your title back, J? You want to take your place on top of the mountain again, you little prick?”

I shake my head as I bring the bat up, holding it there for a moment. “Ain’t gonna happen shithead! This is MY time now! FUCK YOU!” And I bring the bat swinging down hard against the skull, caving it in almost immediately.

At that point, I unleash every bit of pent up anger and frustration as I completely bash in every inch of the mannequin that looks like J2H until there is nothing left but a ‘bloody’ mess. Once I’m finished, I go absolute bat shit all over the room, destroying every piece of furniture..every piece of equipment and the rest of the mannequins made to look like the zombie walkers. The fake blood is splattered everywhere. There are ‘bodies’ strewn all over the place and before I know it, the buzzer is going off indicating my time is done.

I look around the room at my handy work and I can’t help but smile a sick smile. It wasn’t the real deal, but it was enough. Fuck, was it ever enough. The door opens a few seconds later and the kid from the front desk appears in the doorway, staring at me with an amused smile on his face. I’m covered in the fake blood.

“I told you you should have used the poncho.” He laughs and looks around the room, nodding with an impressed grin. I hold up the ‘blood’ covered bat and stare at it, letting myself smile and before I know it, I’m laughing. Full on busting a fucking gut because I didn’t think this shit would even work.

“Fuck that stupid poncho. This was worth it!” I prop ‘Lucille’ over my shoulder and head out of the room with a spring in my step and feeling a bit of sick pride. I’m well aware that walking out in public like this will look really bad, but fuck if I care. This shit was all worth it, and I can’t wait to head to Into The Void to face those three assholes!




Damn! Talk about a fucking rush! I really didn’t think that The Anger Room would help me any, but holy shit, did it ever. They really need more of those around the states, because that shit does wonders, and let me tell you, I’m more focused than ever.

After I walked out of the room and Kittie saw me covered in that fake blood, she was lost for words. She knew it had helped calm me down and relaxed me because of the smile on my face, but I think the fake blood was a little off putting to her. As a way to thank her I tried to walk up to her and give her a big sloppy kiss, literally, but she threatened to use Lucille on me if I came anywhere near her.

I’m sure once people get wind of what I did, and the fact that the mannequins were made to look like Hardin, Drake and J2H, will cause a bit of concern in some people, and to be quite honest. I don’t give a shit. This was just a fantasy. None of it was real, so if people want to throw a fit and accuse me of something that isn’t the case, they can kiss my ass. I’m not gonna go postal and turn it into the real thing, because I know what I need to do.

I need to use what I did in The Anger Room as fuel during my match against those three idiots. I need to envision what I did to all of those mannequins and act as though I’m playing it all out for real, but in the ring. I need to do whatever the fuck I need to do to keep my World Heavyweight Championship in my possession, because I know that walking into this match not the favorite to win it. I know more people are putting their money on J2H to regain the title, and that’s fucking fine.

Because I’m going to prove them wrong.

The odds are stacked against me, I know. The odds are stacked higher against Jeremiah Hardin and Drake Green, but that’s beside the point. This match is going to be one hell of a fight. It’s a fight I’m ready for. It’s a fight I’m ready to win, because I have to win. Any other outcome just isn’t acceptable. This is a fight I don’t intend to lose.

New York...here I fucking come!





Saturday May 6th
New York City
Hilton New York- JFK Airport


We didn’t plan on coming to New York earlier than sometime tomorrow, but because I want to get a jump on training and my scheduled promotional shit for Into The Void VI, we decided to move our flight and hotel reservation up by a day. I figured it would be quieter that way as typically all the crazy fans start stalking the airport and hotels on Sunday as most of the others start making their way to New York then.

Boy was I wrong.

As soon as we arrive to the hotel just near the airport, there is a group of fans just outside the front entrance. They don’t even know for sure if any of us are going to show up, or who for that matter, but they don’t care. They’re die-hard fans and that’s a chance they take every fucking time there is a supercard.

As soon as our rental car pulls up into the parking lot, the group of fans turns all of their attention to us. They’re trying to get a view of who we are, if anyone, and I’m not looking forward to this. I grip the steering wheel, refusing to get out of the car right away and I see one of the girls in the group jump up and down excitedly as she points our way. She’s apparently figured it out, which is just fanfuckingtastic.

“You might as well get it over with now, Rage.” Kittie says, grabbing the handle to open her door. “This is shit you have to deal with anyway with being the top champion. Just pretend to enjoy it at least.”

I shake my head and grip the steering wheel tighter. “This shit is crazy!” I shout as all eyes in the group are now on me, waiting for me to get out of the car. “Don’t they have a fucking life?! Stalking wrestlers is fucking insane!”

“They’re loyal fans. You know that.” She replies.

“Loyal and fucking crazy! Can’t we just check into our damn hotel room without making a fucking scene?” I growl through gritted teeth. I’ll never understand it. “I get that I’m the top champion, but that’s what my scheduled appearances are for, Kittie. This shit is just over the top and pathetic.”

She laughs and finally opens her door before I can stop her. “The sooner you get it over with, the sooner we can just head to our room and relax for the night. Come on. There’s only a few of them anyway.”

Kittie steps out of the car, with her back to the group of fans at the front door. I hear some of them squeal and cheer as they realize it’s Kittie, and she looks down at me in the car, waiting for me. “Yeah and before you know it, there will be an entire crowd flocking up there if I just enlighten them and give them what they want. I don’t have the patience for this shit, Kittie!”

“Well you can either walk up there with me right now, or I’ll just give them all permission to flock over to the car.” She says with a grin.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I say slowly, glaring at her.

“Oh yes I would.” She replies with a smile.

I punch the steering wheel and let out a frustrated growl before I open the door and step out. The fans cheer and squeal more as they see me, and I prepare myself for the onslaught that is about to happen. I walk around to the trunk to get our luggage and once I slam the trunk shut, I take in a deep breath, ready to get this shit over with. The group of fans jump up and down as they see me approaching them. They have their cell phones and wrestling memorabilia out, ready for autographs. One of the girls in particular catches my eye, but not because of her innocent excited wrestling fan demeanor. Oh no. She’s definitely what we would refer to as a ring rat, because she’s dressed the part, ready to throw herself at me.

Short black skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. Mid drift top that shows off plenty of cleavage, complete with the hooker heels. Fucking desperate as all hell. Kittie is the first to approach the group and she signs a few autographs, but the ‘ring rat’ keeps her eyes all on me. Once Kittie is done signing autographs and taking pictures she turns to me and smiles.

“All yours big guy. I’ll go check us in.” I can’t even get a word out in protest before she heads inside to go check us into our room and I’m quietly cursing her under my breath.

As soon as she is out of sight, and ear shot, the ‘ring rat’ shoves her way to the front of the group and right to me. She’s holding an SCW magazine in her hand, with a picture of me holding the World Heavyweight Championship after I cashed in on Drake Green at Blaze of Glory just on the cover. I grin just a bit, thinking this girl is not in this for the love of wrestling. If I had to guess, she’s probably a notch on Drake Green’s belt, but I’m sure he’d deny that.

“Oh em gee, you’re so much bigger in person!” She exclaims and grabs my bicep without even asking. I glare down at her hand, which she quickly snatches away. “Oops. I’m so sorry. I should have asked. My name is Delani. Your biceps are so huge!”

This chick really knows how to spout off the sexual innuendos doesn’t she? I’m secretly laughing on the inside, because as tempting as she may be, I ain’t that desperate to get involved with that shit, because I ain’t ready to be exposed to the long list of diseases she might have.

“Yeah, that kinda comes with the territory of working out ya know.” I say, trying to be as nice as possible. I take the magazine and the sharpie from her. I quickly sign my name on the cover and hand it back to her, ready to move on to the next eager fan, but she shoves her way into the picture again.

“Do you think I can get a picture of you with the World title?!” She asks as a seductive smile starts to grow on her face. “I’ve never had my picture taken with a champion before and this would just be the coolest!”

I run my hand over my head, shaking it. “The title is in one of my bags right now, sorry. Look, can I just--”

“Oh, that’s ok.” She says, faking disappointment. “Can I just say that you’re so much more attractive in person? I mean, I know people like to make fun of you because you’re bald and because of the goatee and all, but I think it’s really sexy.”

Some of her friends start to giggle, while others just shove things for me to sign towards me. I take the sharpies and quickly sign each of their items as they snap pictures with their cell phones. I want nothing more than to ignore this ring rat, but she’s relentless.

“Uh...thanks.” I honestly have no clue what else to say. I’m hoping Kittie hurries up and can save me from this chick, because I’m fairly sure if she doesn’t, she’s going to just throw herself at me, right in front of her friends.

“I’m totally going to be rooting for you next week.” She says, slyly running her hand up my arm. Again with the God damn touching! “There’s nothing I like root for more than the well built clearly superior wrestler. And you look to be far superior. In every way.”

I look down at her and she winks at me. Alright, seriously?! This chick needs to back the fuck off, because I may be a male in every way that matters, but I don’t go for this desperate fuck me bullshit she’s got going on.

I don’t even know what to say to her at this point so she keeps on talking. “Say, are you going to be training anywhere near her? I’d love to come watch. It would give me such a thrill. You don’t even have to tell Kittie.”

“Alright, look.” I finally say, having had enough. “Enough with this shit, ok? I’m not going for this shit, alright? I’m engaged to Kittie, and I’m not going to be a notch on your ring rat belt so just give it up. Jesus Christ!”

She pouts her bottom lip out but takes a step closer to me. The rest of her friends have backed off at this point, clearly letting her try to work her way into my pants, even though it’s never going to happen. “Oh come on,” she says, running her hand up my arm again. “It’s really not a big deal. All the wrestlers do it. Kittie never has to find out. I promise you it’ll all be worth it.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Trust me when I say, no it won’t. I guarantee Kittie is a better lay than you are, but hey, if it helps you sleep at night, go ahead and think otherwise. Now, get out of my way slut.” To my surprise, she steps in front of me as I go to walk inside. I glare down at her, but I’m left dumbfounded at her sheer bravery at taking such a move.

“There’s only one way to find out. Don’t try to deny it, sexy. I know you haven’t been able to take your eyes off of me.” She then reaches into her cleavage, pulling out a small piece of paper and she slides it into my pocket. “For when you change your mind.”

I shake my head. “Your pathetic.” I say. “And if there is a reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of you it’s because of how ridiculously desperate you’re coming across as. Once a slut, always a slut I suppose. I’m not into that shit, so I won’t be changing my mind.”

She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders and before I know it, she reaches her hand around and grabs my ass, giving it a squeeze! The fuck?! I swat her hand away, but Kittie clears her throat behind her and the girl jumps back, caught red-handed.

“Thanks again for the autograph and picture, Rage. You’ve made this fangirl extremely happy!” She squeals and then skips off to join her friends back in the parking lot.

Kittie watches her walk away, unimpressed and once the girl is out of earshot, Kittie snarls at me and punches my arm. Is she seriously blaming me for what just happened?! “Ow!” I shout, looking down at my arm. “The fuck, Kittie?!”

“What the fuck was that?!” She shouts, pointing towards the ring rat with an angry scowl. “I leave you alone with them for like five damn minutes and you’re flirting with some whore?!”

“I wasn’t flirting with her!” I shout back, adamantly defending myself because it was the truth. “That fucking ring rat was clearly out for one thing, and if you had been here, you would have seen that I wasn’t having any of it! You’re the one who left me out here to deal with that shit!”

She reaches into my pocket and pulls out the little piece of paper the girl had left me. She looks at it and rolls her eyes before shoving it in my face. The girl’s phone number was written on it, as I had suspected.

“Her fucking phone number?! Let me guess, you were going to sneak out of the room in the middle of the night and make yourself a notch on her slutty belt.” She shoves the piece of paper back in my pocket and everyone in the general vicinity turns and stares at us. Again with making a scene and airing our shit in public…

“I didn’t ask for that shit, Kittie.” I say calmly, and as quietly as possible. “You know how ring rats are. All they care about is which wrestler they’re going to fuck next, but I’m telling you, THAT is definitely not happening. She’s probably got herpes or some shit. Not to mention, I don’t really feel like fucking someone that Drake Green probably has.”

Kittie can’t help but let out a laugh, but I can tell she’s still agitated. She looks past me at the ring rat, who is watching us argue with a proud smile. Kittie flips her off, causing me to smile, and the girl just rolls her eyes and looks away. “Fucking nasty bitch.” She says under her breath.

“I told you I didn’t want to deal with that shit. I signed autographs and I let them take their pictures, but dealing with that broad? That’s what I fucking hate.” I glance back at her. She winks and waves towards me but I roll my eyes and turn my attention away from her again.

Kittie lets out a growl of her own before she turns around and storms off back into the hotel. I follow behind her, following her as we head up to our room to get settled in for the night.
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« Reply #4 on: May 06, 2017, 10:12:03 PM »
 Later that night…

I can’t sleep. Go figure, right? I’ve been awake for almost two days straight, and I’m running on pure fumes at this point. Kittie and I had sorted shit out following the incident with the ring rat, and she was left thoroughly satisfied with me proving that I’m loyal to her and have no plans on getting involved with the likes of a ring rat. She’s currently passed on on her stomach in the bed, covered by the sheet, as I’m standing by the door leading to the balcony outside the room.

I stand there for a long while, just staring out the door. I don’t want to step outside, because it might wake Kittie, and for all I know, there could be a crazed ring rat stalking my every move. I need sleep, and soon, because if not, it’s going to catch up to me and fast and with a match with everything at stake coming up in just a week’s time, I can’t have a lack of sleep be my downfall.

“When is the last time you slept?” I hear Kittie’s sleepy voice say behind me a few minutes later. I turn around and see she’s sitting up in the bed, holding the sheet up, and staring at me.

“I’m fine.” I lie, trying to reassure her. “Go back to sleep.”

“You need sleep, Rage.” She shakes her head and says. “If not you’re seriously going to crash, and you have a lot of shit to do this week.”

I let out a sigh as I look back outside, watching the planes approaching the airport. “I know that, Kittie. I just have a lot of shit on my mind. And that fight earlier just added to it.”

She laughs. “Yeah, but I thought the angry make-up sex afterwards had sorted that shit out.” She grins at me as I look back to her.

“I’m not saying it didn’t.” I reply as I turn and walk back over to the bed. “I’m just...I’m getting burnt out Kittie. I need shit to go my way next week. I need it more than any of those other assholes do, but this is all draining me more than I’m letting it show.”

I sit back down on the edge of the bed and she slides closer to me, pressing her body against mine. “You can do this, Rage. You have what it takes to beat all of them, but you just need to relax and focus. Focus on keeping that title with you, because one wrong move and any one of them will take advantage of that. Especially J2H.”

I roll my eyes and let out a laugh at that last part. “Yeah, don’t fucking reminding me. I know he’ll try and capitalize on any fucking mistake I make, but something tells me he’s not going to focus on me in this match, Kittie. He doesn’t need to pin me to win the title back. He knows I’ll be the hardest one to pin.”

“You’ll also be hard to take out of the equation.” She reminds me, placing her chin on my shoulder. “You can stop any one of them from pinning the other so just quit worrying about it. But don’t focus about this shit tonight, alright? Try to get some fucking sleep, because now that I know you’re not sleeping, I’m not gonna be able to sleep unless you do.”

I shake my head and turn around to face her. “What if I can’t, Kittie?” I ask, confusing her. “What if I can’t stop any one of them from pinning the other? Or worse, what if one of them pins me? It was bad enough just worrying about facing J and Drake, but now that Hardin is in the mix? They’ll be gunning for him more than me because he’s the fucking weak link in this match”

“Dude, I thought going to the Anger Room the other day helped you?” She asks, annoyed.

“It did.” I reply with a nod. “At first anyway. I mean, it helped to keep my anger in check, but now comes the fucking doubt. I can’t deal with this shit. And if I didn’t have you here right now, I’d be fucking lost.”

She grins. “Good to hear you say that, but dude, you need to relax, seriously. Quit letting yourself get all over the place like this, because it’s the last thing you need right now.”

I let out a sigh and shake my head again, turning my back on her again. She wraps her arms around my neck a few moments later, trying to calm me down, and it slowly starts to work. A crazy thought creeps into my mind out of the blue, but I keep it in. As if sensing it, she immediately calls me out.

“What is it?” She asks, bringing her face closer to mine. “Something just got to you.”

“How the fuck could you tell?” I turn my head just enough to look at her.

“Because you tensed up a bit, idiot.” She barks back. “I’m not fucking stupid. I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”

“What if I lose, Kittie?” I ask and she backs away, letting out a growl, but she didn’t let me finish that thought. “Hold on before you go and get pissed off again.”

“You’re obviously convinced you’re going to lose, Rage, so it doesn’t really matter what I fucking say.” She folds her arms and leans back against the headboard.

“Do you really want to be associated with a loser like me if I don’t win this match? I’ll be the laughing stock of SCW. Do you really want to marry that?!” I explain.

“Dude, I agreed to marry you before you even won the title in the first place. Why the hell would I go back on that if you lose this match?” She asks.

“Because I’d be letting you down. I’d be letting myself down. I can’t give you all the shit that J gives to Melody..” She lets out a loud laugh but I look at her very seriously. Her laughter soon subsides, thankfully, because I’m fairly sure she could wake the people in the next room.

“You’re serious?!” She exclaims as quietly as possible. “I’m not with you for your money, Rage. No offense to Melody, but I don’t need to be showered with extravagant shit or shit like that. And please don’t try and use me as an excuse for this sudden negative attitude you have going on.”

I let out a sigh and push situate myself back on the bed, laying back against the headboard right next to her. “You want to get married?” I ask, out of the blue.

She laughs. “Uh, judging by the ring on my finger, I think I already agreed to that.”

I quickly turn and grab her, lifting her up and placing her so she’s straddling my lap. It takes her off guard but I look at her very seriously as she laughs again. “No, I mean this week. While we’re here in New York. We’ve been engaged long enough, don’t you think? Why not just get it over with?”

Her jaw drops and she stares at me, trying to get any indication that I’m joking, but I’m not. “You’re...you’re serious?” I nod and she blinks. “Rage, you HAVE to focus on this match. If you really want to push up the wedding, we can just get married when we get back to Vegas.”

I shake my head. “No. This week, Kittie. I NEED at least one good thing to happen this week. It’ll motivate me to keep the good vibes going. So let’s do it. Let’s just get married this week.”

She sits back, jaw still dropped, as she thinks it over. She runs her hand through her hair and blinks, taken back at my idea to get married sooner than planned. “You’re sure?” She asks.

“Do you honestly think I would suggest it if I wasn’t?” I ask.

“Alright then.” She replies with a smile. “Let’s get married this week. But one thing.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“If you lose the title on Sunday, I want an annulment.” She grins and winks at me, clearly just joking.

I roll my eyes and growl before I flip her on her back and prop myself above her as I look down into her eyes. “Not a fucking chance, Kittie. We’re stuck with each other now.” She goes to laugh again, but I bring my lips to her in a fiery kiss, ready for round two.

And then, hopefully, I can get some God-damned sleep!  




So I guess it’s time to get down to it, huh? It’s time to say what’s on my mind about the three assholes I’m putting my title on the line against next week. I’m sure some people are expecting me to be nervous or worried that I’m going to lose the World Heavyweight Championship so soon after regaining it against Jeremiah Hardin last week. Well, let me tell ya, anyone who thinks that is dead wrong, because now that I have the title back in my possession, where it belongs, I ain’t letting it go.

Let’s talk about the ugly equation in this mix, shall we? And that’s the mother fucker I “lost” the title to just a few weeks ago, then went on to take it right back last week. Yeah, I’m talking to you, Jeremiah Hardin. You see, this match was never supposed to include you, Hardin. You’re an addition to this match that shouldn’t even be here, and to tell ya the honest fucking truth, you don’t even fucking matter because if there is one thing I am sure about, it’s that YOU won’t be walking out as a two-time World Heavyweight Champion. The fact that you can even say you are a ONE time champ pisses me off more than anything.

Jeremiah, this will be the third supercard in a row that I’ve faced you and quite honestly, I’m fucking sick of it. I had hoped to face someone more worth my damn time, hell even worth ANYONE’s time, but I guess shit happens, right? You’re on a losing streak when it comes to supercards, and next Sunday, that losing streak continues, because the odds are stacked against YOU, asshole. This is the LAST time we face off at a supercard. That much I will make sure of after this, because as much as I like winning, the easy wins just fucking piss me off.

And then we have Drake Green. The fucking planter’s wart of SCW. The thorn in everyone’s side. The fucking zit that just won’t go away. Drake, I’m sure you’re going to talk a whole lot of shit once you decide to say whatever the fuck you need/want to say, but let me just say, I’m not buying into this whole passion ya got for this business. You don’t come back just for the people. You don’t do this because you love wrestling. You do it for the fucking attention and to try and get people to remember who you are, as soon as they start forgetting your name. And you just want to be known as a five-time World Champ, but I promise you Drake, that ain’t gonna happen.

I’m not going to let a fucking retired part-time washed up asshole walk out of Into The Void as a five-time champion! I’m sick of seeing your God-damned face around this place. Hell I’m sick of even seeing your bitch wife, but at least I don’t have to have any contact with her. You’re bad enough, but here’s what I’m going to do. Once I’m done dealing with Hardin...or once either you or J eliminate him from the equation because I’m pretty sure the ONE thing we can all agree on is that we don’t want that fucktard to walk out with the belt. Once Hardin is dealt with, I’m going to deal with you, Drake. I’m going to do everyone a fucking favor and send you back to retirement where you belong, and this time, maybe you’ll just fucking stay gone. This match should only be about two people, Drake. Regardless if you get a rematch or not, the REAL main event contenders in this match are and have always been J and I. Because THAT is what the people want to see.

That’s what I’ve fucking wanted for over a fucking year now!

J2H. James...Huntington-Hawkes...The Third. I’ve saved the best for last. The most irritating, I should say, because this is the chance I’ve been waiting for for so long. This is the ONE person I have wanted to face more than anything else and if there is one thing that just gets my blood boiling, it’s the fact that this ain’t a one-on-one like it should be. But, that’ll work for now.

J, I’ll give ya props where it’s due. Ya managed to win the World Heavyweight Championship and stay the champ for over a year. You’re the one who can say he’s done that. So, bravo, kid. You’ve cemented yourself in SCW history and no one can take that from ya. But, let me just break something to ya, J. The longer you held that title, the more people got bored of seeing you as champ. You can try and deny it all you want. You can try and say they paid to see you and only you, but that shit ain’t true. People are fucking OVER you as champ. They don’t want to see that shit anymore.

Now, don’t get me wrong here. They might not want to see ME as champ, either, but hey, at least I’m something fucking different. At least I’m a fresh face holding the damn title. At least I’m a new challenge...a bigger challenge. Your time at the top of the mountain is fucking over, J. Just face it and move on, because no matter what you say or do, just like Jeremiah Hardin, you ain’t walking out as a two-time champ.

Three opponents. Three fucking shitheads wanting to walk out with MY title, each thinking they have a reason to claim it as theirs, but the only one who can lay claim to this title is ME because it’s in MY possession and that is where it is staying! I don’t care if I don’t have to be the one to get pinned in this match. I can damn well make sure that none of you assholes are the one to lose it for me, because if that shit happens? That’s not something I’m going to forget.

It’s MY fucking time right now. I’m at the top of the fucking mountain where I belong and I REFUSE to walk out of Into The Void defeated and without my title. Summer is just around the corner and this is going to be the Summer of Rage. I’m going to be the one to lead this fucking division from here on out, because the rest of you fuckers?

You just don’t deserve it.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Four clocks are running as we head into Into The Void, assholes. Once all is said and done, three of those clocks will be busted and broken...unfixable. The last one will keep ticking.

That’s my fucking clock, guys. My time isn’t running out. My time is just beginning, and it’s going to keep on running for quite some time. Prepare yourselves, assholes.

Because I’m not going down without a fucking fight.

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« Reply #5 on: May 12, 2017, 08:10:04 PM »
  One final push to get you over the finish line. It's how most SCW stars think when it comes down to the final week of supercard. Extra gym time to the physical side to put on the best match possible. Extra radio, television and fan gigs just to get people interested in getting off their asses to come and see us, but when ya in a city like New York on a Monday afternoon, why bother trying to kill yourself. Everyone needs a little time to soak in their surroundings and get used to the time they will spend in the city. This is what J2H was doing as he sat overlooking the Hudson River, at a rooftop bar and lounge called Gallow Green. He leans on the rail looking across at the waves of the river and breathes deeply. He adapted quick to new surroundings, taking a day out at the start of the week to get his bearings and this was no different.

Young people moved freely around him as he pushed his elbows in to the rails overlooking the city, his mind fairly clear, but it wasn't too long before he was approached by a surprising figure, someone you wouldn't expect to see in this kind of location, SCW commentator Jason Adams. Jason moves towards J2H, standing next to him.


Jason: Hey champ!

J2H looks at him with a look of confusion.

J2H: Champ? Jason, I lost the title a couple of months ago, haven't been the champion since then. Don't you remember? You was there at ringside.

J2H's confused face is met with a confused face of Jason as the commentator scratches his head.

Jason: I was? Was I spinning in my chair at that time?

J2H: Very possible. I've seen you random spin in your chair mid match.

Jason: Oh right, oh yeah, you lost, then that champ lost, and then he lost, and then that guy lost to the guy before. It's all so clear now.

J2H: For some of us anyway. What are you doing here? This doesn't exactly seem like the kinda place you'd go to.

A look of sadness crosses Jason's face as he turns away in slight embarrassment.

Jason: I saw this cute little puppy and I followed it in to the elevator. I got some strange looks from the lady it was with but it was so cute, then the doors opened and I ended up here. I don't even know where I am.

J2H: Would you like me to call Belinda to come and get you?

J2H sarcastically smiles at Jason but a look of fear crosses his face.

Jason: Oh God no! You should have heard her scream today when she found out I replaced her face powder with itching powder. I wasn't even in the same hotel as her, but I heard her scream my name across the city, followed with I'm gonna kill you right after.

J2H can't help but smile at the commentator's look on his face, a look of pride trying to break out through the fear.

Jason: She's gonna kill me more tomorrow when I put barbeque sauce in her shower head.

J2H: Ever thought that you're the reason she wants to kill you?

Jason: No, why'd ya say that?

J2H shakes his head, turning away from Jason as he looks back at the city as Jason moves next to him.

Jason: Hey, can I ask you something?

J2H moves his head towards Jason as he stands overlooking the city.

J2H: What?

Jason: I was talking to Rocky and Puss Puss, and Scotty, and talking about interviewing people and I want to do that sometimes, not all the time, but only times when Belly is mad at me for putting a whoopee cushion on her chair before shows, which is every week, she falls for it every week.

J2H: Focus Jason.

Jason squints his eyes, looking around, his neck jolting around as he looks in various places.

Jason: Focus on what? What am I looking at?

J2H: Focus on the question you was gonna ask me.

Jason: Oh yeah, that. Right yeah, they said I don't ask good enough questions to do the interviewing thing, and I think I got lots of good questions to ask, so can I practice on you?

J2H quickly looks down at his watch and back towards Jason.

J2H: Yeah, but don't take too long, I got place I need to be.

The commentators eyes light up as he smiles at J2H, looking at the young man with excitement in his eyes.

Jason: Ok, great, question one, where is Melody?

J2H rolls his eyes as he looks at Jason with a short head shake.

J2H: Jason, you're meant to ask questions about the person you're talking to, about what they do, what's going on with them.

Jason nods slowly as if to take it all in.

Jason: Oh, that makes sense. Ok, question about you, what conditioner do you use? Your hair is always so shiny.

J2H covers his eyes and shakes his head.

J2H: More advice heading towards you Jason. You don't ask things about their personal life, or things that people don't wanna hear, you ask about their wrestling life, their connections in wrestling.

Jason taps his chin as if to think a little more.

Jason: I really wanted to know what conditioner you used, but it's cool, I get it, and I won't talk Simpson when he goes shopping for you.

Jason hushes his voice a little.

Jason: Note to self, stalk Simpson.

He clears his throat and looks back towards J2H.

Jason: Ok, you've worked with Austin Parker for a long time now, helped your career a lot, will he let you take home chickens from his farm at the weekends to party with Dexter?

J2H: Did someone send you hear to prank me Jason? Did someone say "I know, let's piss off J today because we can."

Jason shakes his head with a serious look on his face.

Jason: No, I just heard that parties are better with chicks there. I don't get invited to many parties anymore, I don't know why.

J2H: Believe me when I say I'm not surprised Jason. Try asking me a question about wrestling on Sunday.

Jason scratches his head as he look at J2H.

Jason: Why, who ya facing on Sunday?

J2H: Fucks sake.

J2H rolls his eyes and puts his hand on his forehead, unsure if he can believe what he's actually hearing from a man who has called every televised match he'd ever been in.

J2H: You see the guy that beat me, who than lost to that guy, who then lost to the other guy, who then lost to the guy that lost before? I'm facing those guys.

Jason: Oh, you're facing Drake Green, Rage and Jeremiah Hardin, why didn't you just say so?

J2H: God give me strength. Try asking me a question about that match and we might be getting somewhere.

Jason: Good idea! Have you ever thought about being an interviewer? You might have the right idea on how to do things.

J2H: Well I'm glad one of us might have the right idea.

Jason smiles widely at J2H.

Jason: Ok, a question about that match. Are you going to win?

J2H puts both hands on his head, running them through his hair and locking his fingers behind his neck. He looks at Jason with a serious look on his face and just nods his head. A sarcastic tone comes from his lips.

J2H: Yes Jason, I'm going to win.

He taps Jason on the shoulder as he attempts to move away from him.

J2H: Maybe you should stick to being a commentator. I mean interviewers don't get a chair to spin around in, do they?

Jason puts his forefinger across his chin, thinking about what J2H has just said.

Jason: Good point, I like that chair.

J2H: I need to go Jason, I need to be anywhere but here with you. That guy over there might become a wrestler one day.

J2H randomly points to a man at the bar.

J2H: You should go question him, be the first guy ever to question him about wrestling.

Jason's eyes widen as he imparts a toothy grin towards J2H.

Jason: Great idea! I'll see you later!

Jason quickly darts off in the direction of the random man and J2H mutters to himself.

J2H: I'm guessing you don't need an IQ test to work for SCW....

J2H walks away as the scene fades to black.




A lot of funny things happen in SCW. Lot's of things at times where you wonder where the staff gets their ideas from, how they justify most thing. At one time or another, we've all raised an eyebrow wondering what is really going on, how it's going on, what the point of it is, and why people just walk in here and demand what they want and seem to just get it without a reason and without earning it. Also makes you see why people fuck off and not come back after, after they say they want, they get handed a chance, lose it and run away. No doubt about it, we will probably see this at Into The Void VI where someone will lose and quit - Oh you know who you are, you already considering it, still, it makes a lot of people wonder how the staff come up with things that make no sense. Even the best of us wonder, even J2H gets confused about this matter...

Strolling around a suite in the Park Hyatt luxury hotel in the heart of Manhattan. J2H's eyes directly looked at huge windows. He never did what most did in SCW when it come to the tour, looking for cheap hotels and scrambling his money away like most did, depending on grateful fans to offer stars drinks and dinner to save as much money as they could, he went all out for himself and Melody, constantly spending more than most for their comfort, and at a thousand dollars a night, this proved it. He liked his luxury, he loved the fact that most fans wouldn't crowd this hotel and only the best of New York would be there. Most fans may have thought that wrestlers were rich people who could afford to live in this way, but the truth is, most of them were humble and saving money was a way of life, not many, if any, had the spending power of J2H and Melody, combined, they could probably buy SCW if they wanted, but real fans knew this wasn't the case for most wrestlers. J2H knew that fans hoping to see wrestlers on the finale of this tour would be parked outside three star hotels, looking for their favorite wrestlers to appear. Even on the world tour, which J2H was some part of in the mid to latter stages, he kept himself away from where most wrestlers stayed and this felt like a genuinely perfect location to be considering his "let's see everything possible" thing Melody had drilled in to him lately.

Although today, Melody was nowhere to be seen as he looked out of the suite window, the view of central park not too far in the distance, eating up the land below him from his vantage point. From behind him, Simpson moves behind him, admiring the view.


Simpson: Such a beautiful view, sir. Maybe you should join Ms. Grace out in the world today, I'm sure she's having a fantastic time.

J2H looks towards Simpson with narrowed eyes before turning back towards the window.

J2H: Not right now Simpson. Something is very much troubling me.

Simpson: Anything I can help with, sir?

J2H raises a piece of paper in his hand, holding it towards Simpson. Simpson looks at the paper and J2H continues.

J2H: This is the card for Into The Void VI, Simpson. I know it's been set for a while, but I'm looking at it and you know, I don't understand how this whole thing got booked.

Simpson scratches his bald head and looks towards J2H.

Simpson: I'm not sure I follow, sir.

J2H: Well let me explain. A lot of these matches make no sense. I didn't take much notice of it until I was flying over here and I looked on the SCW site. I do what I can to keep up with everything and that's why I'm the fucking best here, but I would like to know how the fuck some of these people can be booked in the matches they're in.

Simpson: I believed they're all very well researched and matched sir. Mr Ward and Mr Underwood take great pride in what they do here. They have earned the loyalty and support of many people over the many years in business. I have faith that they know what they're doing.

J2H: I'm not so sure Simpson. I know every card has their random filler matches because people are too lazy to work and put themselves in a position to be higher on the card. I know a lot of them sit there and do nothing and expect to be called in to the spotlight, but some of these Simpson.

He holds up the paper.

J2H: Some of these don't make sense. I think they book randomly.

Simpson: I highly doubt that sir. I believe every match is very much well thought about.

J2H: I don't Simpson.... I think it's done something like this...

Time to play with your imaginations a little as we step in to the world on how J2H thinks SCW books their matches. Behind a desk sits J2H, in an old navy blue suit. On his head is a grey wig in the style of a certain president in the world. J2H looks down at the desk in front of him, where a paper and pen sit. At the top of the page is the words "Into The Void VI booking". A laptop is also set up in front of him and the camera moves around to show a youtube video of a cat jumping off a sofa and in to a wall. J2H laughs uncontrollably as the cat hits the wall.

J2H: Stupid cat! What was he thinking? It's a wall you idiot! Now I was meant to be booking something.

J2H looks down at the paper with the words Into The Void VI booking on top and shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: I got about twenty minutes spare, so I might as well do that and spend the fifteen minutes I got left after booking this shit to watch more funny cat videos. Let me think.

He puts his fingers on to the side of his head, his middle and forefinger planted on his temples. He pulls his fingers away and writes on the paper in front of him.

J2H: Blast From The Past Final, Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe Vs Lord Raab and Evie Baang! Well that was simple! Also means I don't have to book that Samuel guy! I mean that's all I need is another masked freak on the show who only has one word in his vocabulary. Man, that was hard work, maybe I need a break.

He leans back in the chair, exhaling rapidly but springs forward in his chair.

J2H: No boss man, you da man! You focus! Let's see, main event, main event, Rage won the belt again, but that's boring to know, I nearly fell asleep saying it but he's been going at that Drake guy when he can be bothered to show, and that awesome, charismatic, heroic, man who has kept my business alive with his hard work, J2H. Yeah, let's  book them three against each other for the belt! Great idea boss! You're rocking out the hard work today! Now what to do with Hardin. I mean yeah, he got help and he doesn't deserve to even be employed for his low down tactics to put him where he was. I could book him against Dmitri, but they just joined that stupid named stable with him, so that will be stupid.

He taps his chin.

J2H: Fuck it, I'll throw him in that match, because it doesn't have to make sense, we're SCW, we do what we want! The legendary J2H Vs Drake Green Vs Rage Vs Cheater Cheaterson! Earning your money today boss man. But now what do we do with Dmitri.

He turns his head towards the window and a balloon of a pink elephant casually floats by the window, causing him to tap his chin.

J2H: Jamie Dean! Dmitri Vs Jamie Dean! Boss man, you are flaming today! Not in that way though! Let's get back on to the women, before anyone takings that flaming comment toooooooo seriously! Bombshell title, we got that Polly chick, she cute in a lolita kinda way. You know she'll be up for a spanking if ya asked her nicely, but Melody is owed a return match, also probably be up for a spanking if ya asked her nicely, she probably got a very naughty side, but she needs a rematch, so book that. I wonder if we can make that a bikini mud match or something cause that would be hot!

He quickly writes down the matches he came up with and looks up.

J2H: Now that Crystal thing has been moaning about the title. Calls herself a film star but has anyone ever seen her on a film set? Like in any of her promos? Has she even done anything to earn a title match this last couple of months? Shows up to chat shit on the shows but does she even bother? Fuck it, we'll stick her in there because we can, we're SCW, why the fuck not!

He quickly add the name of Crystal down to the paper and looks up, tapping his chin.

J2H: Now we got debuts. Laki N.. Ummmm, we'll just call him Samoan guy. Let's give him Joshua Acquin, cause neither of these two bitches are likely to show up, so maybe we can fill that spot with something more entertaining, something more useful like a puppet show. Now Devona, weird creepy broad, probably some voodoo queen or something. Let's find her an opponent.

He stands up, walking around the desk and towards a wall, where two dart boards sit side by side, one circled by the named of bombshells, the other by names of male superstars. He takes three darts out of the board and steps back before launching one at the board, landing under a name.

J2H: Devona will face Amy Marshall.... That should be one for the ages, NOT! Snoozefest right there, everyone bring your pillows and your sleeping bags, cause that one should be one to help battle insomnia. See, another charity event by SCW!

He walks back behind the desk and sits down, writing down Amy's name on the paper and let's out a yawn.

J2H: See, it's working already! No boss man! Stay awake, stay focused! Who we got left, ah! Max Burke and Ivan Darrell, oh those two kicked the shit out of each other in the Blast From The Past, let's book them against each other to do it again.

He sits up straight, his eyes blinking rapidly.

J2H: Wait! Booking that makes sense! That's unlike us! Let's book something that has no meaning again, I don't like this sensible booking. Let's book Mercedes Vargas against....

He looks to his left to see a goldfish bowl with a lone goldfish just mooching along at the bottom of the tank.

J2H: That goldfish reminds me of someone. Someone lazy, someone who can see the top but just can't be bothered anymore to get up there..... Kate Steele!

J2H clicks his fingers and grins from ear to ear.

J2H: Mercedes Vargas Vs Kate Steele! Perfect, lazy goldfish Kate, can't be bothered anymore, I mean did you see that promo? Yikes, I mean way to put a whole five minutes work in to it! Right, more title matches. Steve Ramone and James Tuscini have been after Ryan Keys Roulette title for a while, that will do, but Kris Halc should be in that match, why? Cause he casually mentioned it one time and we book things that are casually mentioned! Duh!

He writes down the names for the Roulette championship match on the piece of paper and shrugs.

J2H: Now for the women, someone really wants to see a whole twenty second Veronica Taylor promo again, I don't know who, and I don't know why, but yeah, fuck it, her against Jessie Salco. I should strip Salco of that title for polluting the airwaves with her shit music though. Come on, no one can understand that shit you listen to, and if I wanted to give myself a headache, I would just smash my head against the wall! Newsflash Jessie, you're the only one who cares about that shit music, no one else wants to hear about it! Should probably throw Chelsea Payne in that match cause she casually mentioned it too, except she'll probably cry and quit if she don't win. She seems like the type, ah well, another match booked.

He quickly writes down the names of Veronica, Jessie and Chelsea.

J2H: Right, what is this card missing? Think like the boss who like cock more than Amy Marshall. I know! I got it! Tag matches playa!

He stands up and moves to where two pots are set up in front of him. He reaches in to one of them and grabs out a name.

J2H: Well the Angel Clan are apparently returning, although I doubt that cause they've blown out more matches lately than anything else, they should be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired! But let's give them an opponent anyway. They will be facing.

He looks down at the paper he just drew out and sees the name.

J2H: Two of the group with the stupid fucking stable name.... Man, we really need to start banning stupid stable names here, but The Fallen. Does anyone care what two members of The Fallen? No, me neither. Now new tag team, The Boss Ladies.... We should also ban really fucking stupid tag team names too, but they can face....

He reaches in to the same pot, pulling out another name and looking at it.

J2H: The Female Elders.... Fucking Elders, they're all the same, can't tell one from the other so which ever two wanna show up, fine with me. Now let's try and make it equal before the men start complaining that the women got tag matches but they didn't and all that shit. I don't want two men's tag matches, just one, but I need higher stakes.

He thinks for a few seconds.

J2H: The classic number one contenders match! Yes! Higher stakes! You are a genius boss man, an absolute fucking genius!

He turns towards the second pot and reaches in grabbing out two pieces of paper, he looks at the names.

J2H: The cheesy name of The Bad Boys Vs the cheesy name of The Elders. Well that's a sucky match if ever I saw one.

He moves back behind the desk and sits down, leaning forward and writing the names of the last three matches. He counts them on the paper.

J2H: Thirteen matches, well twelve and a puppet show because you know, Acquin. That will do.

He leans back in his chair and looks at his watch.

J2H: Four and a half minutes, new record and that's made me tired, time for more cat videos!

He leans forward in the chair, his attention turning to the laptop and youtube. The camera returns to J2H and Simpson standing in the hotel room, a serious look on the face of J2H as he finishes explaining how he feels SCW is booked. Simpson looks on amused at the tale told by the young man.

Simpson: I don't think that's how booking happens in SCW sir.

J2H: With a card like this Simpson, I wouldn't be surprised. Headless chickens at times, and randomness the rest of the time. Time for me to get the fuck out of this place for a little while Simpson, get the way this show was booked out of my head. Go have the rest of the day off, go hang with Melody, where ever she is in this big city.

Simpson: Thank you sir.

J2H moves past Simpson, pushing the paper in to his hand and walks past him as the scene fades out.




New York is the city that doesn't sleep, if you believe the words of the legendary Frank Sinatra, and why wouldn't you believe old blue eyes? It's a town always on the move. Through the day thousands of proud New Yorkers move through the streets to get to their place of employment, world reknowned for not being the friendliest set of people as they push on and through to their destination, but when darkness falls, New York becomes an almost whole new place. The working day stress is done and the smile appear on faces as they set about relaxing, in trendy places, hoping to bump in to a celebrity or two on their travels. New York is only second to California for celebrities to dwell, and there was two celebrities out on the town this very night.

Cielo's was the nightclub to be at if you was a fan of celebrities. Even the DJ's were not just some guy with a laptop and turntable, but famous DJ's the world over and two men were there, two you would class as celebrities as the camera soon found out.

Opening up inside the VIP area of Cielo's, movie star, producer, music star if you're old enough to remember The Funky Bunch, Mark Wahlburg sits at a round table, surprisingly he sits alone at a round table, but a bottle of champagne sits in a bucket in front of him and two glasses on the table. Towards the entrance, the bouncer lifts the velvet rope, allowing a young man to walk through and in to the VIP area, a man you all know, J2H.

Smartly dressed in a silver suit, the SCW star straightens up his jacket as his eyes peer around the VIP area. Seeing Mark Wahlburg, J2H nods in his direction, causing him to stand up and look towards J2H with a smile. Moving past other VIPs, J2H makes his way towards the person he's meeting, moving through the crowd and to stand in front of him. Mark extends his hand towards J2H and J2H warmly shakes it.


Mark: So glad you could make it. I wasn't sure that I'd even get your call.

He releases the handshake as he points towards a chair, J2H nodding as he table a seat.

J2H: Wasn't sure I'd call either but glad you were free. Beats a night sitting in a hotel, or doing some shit I have fuck all interest in doing.

Mark: No Melody tonight?

J2H firmly shakes his head at the question.

J2H: Even the best couples don't need to be around each other twenty four seven. Hotel has an all night spa and there is where she is.  

Mark nods at J2H and sits opposite him, reaching down for the champange bottle and grabbing it by the neck, reaching for the glasses with his free hand and tilting the neck, pouring the bubbling liquid in to the first glass before pushing it towards J2H. He fills the second glass and puts the bottle back in to the ice bucket.

Mark: Nothing wrong with that, big matches coming up, always good to relax.

J2H: Yeah, but people don't see us together, people think we've ended things.

Hmmmm, remember last week, remember the papperai hassling Melody? Questioning if J2H was set to dump Melody. Maybe she was jumping ship and he found out about it, maybe he knew more than he let on, and has now pushed Melody away. Maybe she was doing things behind his fact that she thought he didn't know and that the pappera
i had some how figured it out and J2H had indeed thrown Melody to the curb. Would explain her tweet about moving to New Orleans would it not? He knew it already got people wondering what or who was in New Orleans. He hasn't been seen in public with Melody for a last couple of days.

Mark: The media are bat shit crazy like that. Don't worry about them, always looking for a story that isn't out there.

J2H picks up his glass and nods his head, taking a sip of his drink and placing it back down on the table. He looks at Mark, biting the inside of his lip.

J2H: You got me curious about why you wanted to meet me. I don't usually take any interest in this but when a movie star asks you to give them a call, you kinda get interested.

A smile paints itself over Mark's face as he leans back in the chair he's sitting in.

Mark: Well, I've heard a few things myself about you, from a few weeks ago. I heard that you're owed a few months off from wrestling at any time you want because of holding the championship for so long.

J2H pokes his lip out and looks at Mark.  

J2H: You're very well informed. It's written in to contracts that any major championship run over three months allows you a week off every month you're champion. I have thirteen weeks to take off. I made a deal with the staff that not being booked for the whole cycle and I'll still show up, would only take off three weeks instead of eight because I was still around but in general, I still have ten weeks to take off if I want to.

An understanding nod comes from Mark as he looks at J2H.

Mark: Not many companies will do that, doesn't matter what line of business you're in. Not many people get that amount of time off.

J2H: It only goes in there after you work there for a while. I've worked there for what feels like forever and signed a new contract just after I won the title, so it was put in the contract there, so if I wanted to say screw it and walk away tomorrow, I can.  

Mark: Something you're considering by the look on your face.

He takes a few seconds to think - The thought of taking a break was more than fresh in his mind and he'd be a liar not to admit it.

J2H: Oh I've thought about it, but walking away tomorrow is not an option I wanna take. I got one more thing left to prove in SCW before I say to hell with it. I've done so much there as it is, SCW has been life changing for the better and the worse, but I will prove what I have to before I walk away.

Mark: Well if you decide to step away from it, I have an offer for you.

J2H looks firmly at the film star, his hand moving over his chin as he looks across the table.

J2H: Well, I'm listening.

Mark clears his throat as he smiles at J2H.

Mark: Now you didn't sound too keen on the idea when we spoke about the reality briefly in Boston, but I think it would be a great idea to do if you were to step away from wrestling, have them follow you as you move in to the next stage of your life.

J2H: Shit man, I don't even know what the next stage of my life is while I'm in wrestling. Melody's talking about New Orleans.

Mark: Even better, you guys in a new city, adapting to life there.

J2H firmly shakes his head.

J2H: Man, I ain't moving to New Orleans. I don't even know why she wants to move there and I don't like it,  but I know I sure as shit ain't moving there.

Mark: Maybe we could factor that in as well, how you two handle a long distance thing.

J2H: Also not likely to happen. She nearly killed us doing a movie with Drake Green. She knew I hated it but fucked off anyway, putting our relationship at risk. Any other movie she does, will put us at risk, her moving to New Orleans and me not going, ends us. There will be no reality show there at all. Just be me sitting around, putting on weight in a big empty house, while Melody does what she does in New Orleans. Ain't no one wants to see that.

J2H wraps his hand around the glass in front of him and looks up.

J2H: But by all means, if Melody does for some reason ups and leaves for New Orleans, feel free to get in touch with her about her reality series on how she gets over this.

J2H raises the glass to his lips as Mark looks across at him thoughtfully.

Mark: Don't do something you'll regret man, you guys seem good together.

J2H: End of the day, it's not my choice on what she does. She pushes my limits, one day, the limits will push back.

The two remain silent for a few seconds, but J2H breaks the silence.

J2H: What's all this interest in me anyway?

Mark: Well you're young, you're popular with people even when they boo you, you have a good look about ya that goes far. Movies, personal appearences, even modelling. I know a lot of people in all these different industries and you seem like a smart enough guy for a young age. I know your background was the opposite of mine, you grew up with money, I didn't. Would be really easy for you to have just spent money rather than make it, but you got the drive to make it. I like people succeeding when they work hard. You've gone and got ya ass kicked constantly from when you was live seventeen, I know I couldn't do it. If I can help break you in to places where you wasn't before, I'm happy to help.

J2H thinks for a few seconds, looking across the table.

J2H: Well, I don't wanna do this forever, I don't really want to sit at home and do nothing for the rest of my life either, but shit like movies ain't me bro.  

Mark: Why not? I mean most of the acting side you do already when you get in the ring with a microphone. it's about pulling the crowd in to the palm of your hand and working them, that's what movies are.  

J2H: See I swore after the shit me and Melody went through about movies, it's not something I would consider. I put her first, and she put a movie first, I knew how that made me feel and I refuse to make people feel that low. Television show where I could show up, guest spot, an hours work and get on the next flight home, yeah, sure. Movies are not my thing.

Mark: Television I can help you with. How would you feel about a spot on Wahlburgers? Maybe an episode next season where you show up, meet the family, try the food. If you like it and I know you will, maybe we can come up with an endorsment deal or something. Maybe get the Wahlburgers logo on your clothes or something when you do make appearences. You wouldn't even have to do anything, just something for your clothes, maybe a baseball cap or something.

J2H taps his chin as he looks at the man, thoughts running through his mind as he thinks about this latest offer.

J2H: That's something I can do. I mean if Melody does fuck off to New Orleans, comfort eating will probably become a thing for me, so I think we can work something out there.

Mark: Well before you start losing the battle of the bulge, have you ever thought about modelling?

J2H: As a profession?

J2H raises his eyebrows as he looks at him with a curious look.

Mark: Yeah, I mean I know a few guys at Calvin Kline, I worked for them a while ago, years actually but I still know people. Every year or so they pick a new model to pose in their latest line and you could be perfect for it.

J2H turns his head, looking at the camera with a wink and a smile before turning back to Mark across the table.

J2H: Me working for CK, posing around in underwear, with some hot model drapped over me? I model a lot anyway as part of SCW, so many photoshoots and things like that.

Mark: But I bet you don't get paid any extra. These kinda shoots puts hundreds and thousands in your pocket for less work than you've ever done before. No one trying to hit you with a steal chair, no one trying to punch you in the face. Just stand in name brands and earn good money. Once you do something as big as that, the offers will come rolling in. All you need to do is keep yourself in shape and before you know it, you've got yourself a new career.

J2H: I dunno, seems too good to be true.

Mark: It is but it is true. I mean if you walked away from wrestling tomorrow, what would you do?

J2H: I wouldn't have a clue. Take some time off, shake up my life and think about how much I want to do. I could get a real job, I should try that some time apparently.

J2H pauses as he thinks about what to say next.

J2H: I have a business degree, was younger than most when I got that so maybe I'll throw money in to businesses and go from there. Maybe I'll blow all my cash on a sports team and sit in sky boxes smoking cigars, drinking brandy and talking shit with other owners. Maybe I'll just pack up my bags and disappear somewhere, shave my head, become unknown again and life a life on an island that doesn't have the internet yet.

Mark: The island idea isn't a bad one but I think you're a guy that would miss the limelight and I think I can offer it to you without having to get beat up. You could swing by Boston every now and again, be on the show, head in this direction every now and again to do some paid photoshoots.

J2H: Rather just bounce around the world.

Mark: A lot of these photoshoot chances will be all over the world. Wrestling was a good foot hold but you can do a lot when you're away from it. You could be known as the wrestler, or you could be known as much more.

A smile crosses J2H's face as he thinks about what's been put before him. A lot of sense was spoken, and he could be much more than what he already is, regardless of who is in his life and who isn't, part of him deep down knew he could be so much more if he wanted to be.

J2H: I won't lie, you've said a lot of tempting things to me to try and get me to move on from something and I will consider them. Change is good sometimes and I could be looking for one soon. You really can get me in to all those industries?

Mark: Without a doubt. I try and get involved in as much as I can and know a lot of people in these places. I could probably get you something new the day after you decide to take some time off from getting ya ass kicked. You will be in demand J, trust me. People will be crying out to see you in different things. The world is your oyster.

An instinctive smile runs across J2H's face as he confidently leans back in his chair. He picks up the glass as he leans forward.

J2H: You know what, let's see what firm offers you can come up with and we'll go from there. Probably have a lot of free time on my hands anyway soon so see what you can come up with and let's see what happens.

Mark smiles as he picks up his glass and knocks it against J2H's as the two smile and the scene fades, leaving them to get on with their night.




Night has fallen and the people come out to play. Happy New Yorkers head out to enjoy the nightlife on this Friday night. The weekend has officially begun and people were gonna take full advantage of it. Well, most people anyway because one person in New York had other things on his mind. One person decided that it was time for seriousness and less fun. The man was J2H. Darkness surrounded him but a bright light to one side of him slightly off camera brightening up the side of his face, a serious look plastered upon it as he looks down the camera. In his hand, he holds a thick wad of paper, unknown to the people watching just what they are. The camera pans out to see a small bonfire to his side. He takes a deep breath as he looks down the camera.


J2H: Someday, I will not be here. Someday, my body will be ashes or buried six feet underground, I won't be in anyone's life. I won't be around anyone and I will be the one people won't talk ill of because I am no longer walking this earth. People who will never say they missed me while I was alive, will say they miss me when I'm gone. People would prefer to hear they're missed when they're alive, they're not here to hear it when everything they've ever done physically no longer matters. When we're reduced to a pile of ashes, when we can no longer be spoken to, when we can no longer be heard, there's nothing left but memories. Some good memories, some bad memories, but things that can't be change. Whatever we do before we become this pile of ashes, is done to create a memory, to leave a legacy. Now we don't know how long we have left before we draw our last breath, we don't know if we will wake up tomorrow and see another sunrise, we don't know if today is the day we leave this planet willingly or unwillingly, but we all want to be remembered for something, and Sunday will be just one of those things I will be remembered for.

He takes a step closer towards the fire burning brightly.

J2H: In order to move on, you must let go of the past, you don't want to die with regrets and if my time comes today, or even tomorrow, I will have no regrets. If my time comes on say Monday, if my eyes don't open again on Monday and who knows, I will die with no regrets and a smile on my face, knowing I gave you all something to remember me by.

He takes the top few pages, the camera showing them as photographs, but unable to see who's on them, and throws them in to the fire.

J2H: This is me letting go of every regret I've ever had, burning every mistake I've ever made to focus on leaving you a legacy, on a memory that can not be replicated. Fire in many cultures means rebirth and fuck knows come Sunday, this is a man who will be reborn, this is a man at Into The Void VI will be reborn as a champion once more, as the leader of Sin City Wrestling.

He looks at one of the pictures on the top of the pile before throwing it in to the fire.

J2H: My entire career, I've sacrificed so much, but there's one thing I haven't sacrificed and that is me. I have held back, and I've still looked good doing it. I've reeled myself and beat most of SCW without moving in to top gear, but Sunday, I sacrifice it all for just one moment that I want more than anything, a golden moment.  

He tosses another photograph in to the fire.  

J2H: The thing with moments, is the ones you really want, rarely come along, you get one big shot at them and this is my big shot, this is where I can see the moment in front of me and I want it. This is why I will give my heart and soul to get it, say farewell to the hang ups of the past and happily put my life on the line for this moment, the moment I've earned more than any other person in your lives. Hours upon hours I've put in to get what I want. My heart has been broke a million times and I've held on to the world by string, hoping that someday, I will get what I deserve and I will get it. I've worked harder than any other man you know, any other person in this world and I will get my just desserts, I will get what I crave.

He looks at the top of the pile once more and slowly shakes his head.

J2H: I will get to that happier time in my life again, where I will be respected, where eyes will open and you will see what's in front of you is something special, and that's when I wrap my fingers around that championship again on Sunday.

He throws another photo in to the fire.

J2H: I've spoke about legacies and what I'm gonna leave behind me when it's time for me to become dust in this world, a faded memory but what are you gonna leave Jeremiah Hardin?

J2H flips a photo around to show a picture of Jeremiah Hardin pinning Rage not too long ago.

J2H: Is this your legacy? Is this what you're gonna be remembered for? For cheating your way to the top, but getting a little extra help to become a champion? To me, this is all you're gonna be remembered for because no one else really cares about anything else you've ever done. If you would have played the game fairly, maybe people would have remembered you for a lot more than what they will do. You just knew you didn't have it in you, you just knew that no matter what, you couldn't beat anyone at the top so you tarnished everything you had just to be at the top for two weeks. It was a risky game that backfired on you Hardin because you're simply in this match because they didn't know what to do with you, you're here because they didn't have nothing for you to do. I know it and I think you know it. After this, you will end up back where you started right after the last supercard, back playing in the lower levels. Your legacy was ruined because you did it yourself and there is no redemption for you, there is no coming back from it Jeremiah. There's nothing you can say or do to cling on to the top of SCW anymore.

He throws the picture of Jeremiah in to the fire. He lifts the next picture to show Jeremiah in the presence of The Fallen.

J2H: How your woman can stay with you knowing deep down what you did is beyond me. She knows in terms of success, she's far better than you are, and she didn't need help to get it. You call yourself a man, a man who believed he could lead but when you wake up in the morning, look across the bed and smell that morning breath, you should know deep down in your little ol' cheating heart that you are overshadowed by someone that is a million times better than you are. Have you thought that maybe she's with you because she feels sorry for you? Have you ever thought that maybe she just has a shit load of pity for you Jeremiah? People have ended up in relationships out of pity before, and my instincts tell me that you are the living example of a pity relationship. Your legacy is being second best in every aspect of your life. You're always with The Fallen, and you're not even half as good as they are, you've joined this group with Tuscini and Dmitri and take it from a guy who's been in the ring with Dmitri, you are certainly nowhere near as good as he is. Even Tuscini's been more involved in shit than you have Hardin and yet you are the one who thinks you're about to win a championship again.

J2H slowly shakes his head.

J2H: Real champions are leaders and you're a follower to these lot. You will never be a leader and you won't ever lead SCW again. Your attempts at being a champion was more than a let down and I will make sure you won't be an SCW champion again. Your legacy to the fans will be non existent. You didn't care when you left before, they didn't care when you returned, they won't care when you go again.

He tosses the photo of Hardin and The Fallen in to the fire.

J2H: Drake Green however does have a claim to a legacy, but I don't feel it's in wrestling.  

He holds up a photograph of Drake Green at a movie premiere.

J2H: This is the legacy Drake Green is after, not the legacy of being a wrestler. Hall of Fame means shit when it comes to Drake Green. Being a four time champion is still not a legacy. Title run number one lasted about five weeks or so, title run two, a little over three months, title run three, about three and a half months, and title run four, about five minutes. Add them all up and you still don't come close to my one title run. It's not about how many time you can win the title to build a legacy, for every title win, there's a title loss. That is not legacy material, holding belts as long as I did, that is the legacy building thing we all want to see. Drake's whole thing about being known, remembered when he's food for worms is two things. One, fourth rate movies.

He tosses the picture in to the fire and holds up another one, one with Drake and Mikah.

J2H: And having a trophy wife. Now I touched on this with Jeremiah about being in the shadow of his other half and the truth is, you're very alike. Ok, she's become lazy as fuck since winning the title, clearly a Drake Green trait bleeding through but she hasn't run off, she hasn't disappeared, she hasn't run for the hills and lived on past glories like you have Drake. She's building bit by bit to be known as the best Bombshell ever to grace SCW. We know it's not gonna happen but God loves a trier and she's leaving you so far behind her, you're running to catch up.  

He throws the picture of Drake and Mikah in to the flames and holds one up of Drake Green lifting the SCW championship above his head.

J2H: When it comes to wrestling though nowadays Drake, this is a picture you will never live out again. Your heart is not in SCW, your heart is not in wrestling. Tell me, how many movie offers have you got so far in the last week since I  mentioned your true intentions? I bet they've been filling up your mailbox like crazy. See that's what you honestly want to be remembered by because you've already given up, you've put up your hands and quit already. You're willing to come back and ruin all the good things you've ever done here just to get your face out there again. You're basically an attention hungry whore, that will deceive people, hold on to the truth, just to get what you want and that's to make a couple of movies a year and watch your wife overtake you in the wrestling world. I know you'll be back at some point when you want to make another movie, or when you simply just wanna remind people you're Mikah's husband, but at this point in your life Drake, you just might as well admit that you're selling out your legacy here to make shit films that no one goes to see. The name Green holds more power when it follows the name Mikah now, and not Drake.

He tosses the photo of Drake holding the championship belt in to the fire.

J2H: You're not a name anymore Drake, you haven't been for a long time and it's starting to show when this match is mention and people look genuinely surprised that you're even in it. People are stunned to find out that you and wrestling are even a thing. They hear the name Green and think of Mikah. You don't hold any weight in this wrestling business anymore and the sad truth is, is once you left, people forgot who the fuck you were, people forgot that you was once a wrestler, they forgot that you came from there. They see that you don't give back to it, and it's all in your head to think that you're actually helping SCW by being back here. You're offering SCW nothing and your run here has been piss poor. Your five minutes of fame getting lucky against me disappeared when you lost the belt to a chancer. You've done nothing since but damage your own legacy. I hope it was worth returning to attack me all that time ago just because your wife was listening to me more than she was ever listening to you, because you ruined everything you worked for in the early days. People won't think about them when they look at your latest little run here.

A serious look crosses his face.

J2H: I don't have to ruin your legacy by beating you Drake, far from it because the second you attacked me, the second you stopped me from being in the ring to celebrate Melody's championship win, you ruined your own legacy. I didn't even have to lift a finger. The second the dust had settled when you got lucky enough to beat me and lose and we were chasing Rage, I was sprinting while you were signing autographs for fans and hoping they would pay to see you on the silver screen. People can see you used SCW just to stay in the limelight, just to try and add some credibility to your failing career outside. You failed epically Drake, you fell on your face trying to steal a little bit more publicity. Your wrestling legacy has been ruined because when you're done after Sunday and these people are not stupid enough to think you're staying after this weekend with your zero effort approach, they will not be talking about Drake Green in wrestling circles again.

He looks down at the next photo and a smile crosses his face.

J2H: Ah, and a third man, and if you take wrestling that literary, the man who is THE man in SCW right now, even though no one in their right mind will ever take it seriously.

He holds up a picture of Rage to the camera.
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Rage Vs Jeremiah Hardin Vs J2H Vs Drake Green
« Reply #6 on: May 12, 2017, 08:11:45 PM »
 J2H: Well at least he got the right idea by showing up last week, even if it was to talk pointless shit. You showed up Rage, one of the few things you got right in the last couple of months. Well thanks for pointing out that you're a three time world champion, state the obvious a little there. Thanks for that one, but in my eyes, in many people's eyes, that's three times too many. You never really did have people behind you, did you? You know why? Because you're shit Rage, you're old, dull and the angry man gimmick it stuck so far back in the early two thousands, I wasn't a teenager and it was stale then. Begs the point, how old are you Rage? Like sixty or something? You sit there saying you have your doubters, shit bro, you have more doubters than supporters because you're over, you passed your best before date before I had thirteen candles on my cake. Calling Drake a washed up little has been...

A smile crosses his face.

J2H: Pot, meet kettle.

He tosses the photo of Rage on the fire, but pulls out a photo exactly the same as the last one.

J2H: For you idiots out there, this is to show that Rage hasn't changed at all ever. It's called symbolism. Talk about Melody and her trips.... Don't be a prick all your life Rage, have you ever thought it's because we can afford it and two star motels are out of your price range? As for the golden couple thing, you and Kittie couldn't be a golden couple if we left you in a room with a bunch of people with spray paint. It's not really difficult to see why people are putting money on me to win. Probably because I am gonna win Rage. There's not a doubt in my mind about that one, I mean have you not been paying attention Rage? Has something in your head not clicked yet to see I was never a man who took the belt and thought that was end game. So many people think that, so many people get a belt and think that's the end, when it's only the beginning. I saw winning the belt as the beginning and it's no coincidence that it's driven me to get better and better. It pushed me to improve and I did while you still stayed the same. Anyone with half a brain, something they would have in common with you, would know who's gonna walk out with that belt.

He tosses the photo in to the first and turns around another, the exact same as the first two.

J2H: Are you getting this now? We get it, everyone is an asshole to you with no basis. Mother Teresa could be resurrected and you'd probably call her an asshole to her face while she's doing charity work. Everyone's an asshole to you, come up with something new there, police are assholes, doctors are assholes, mothers are assholes, kids are assholes, babies are assholes if we look through your eyes. The only thing you said right in that little promo of yours was saving the best till last. Calling me kid is way up there with Hardin calling me Hawksey, shows mental age. Hardin's mental age is clearly about five while yours is about one hundred and five. You seem to think people are over me as champ, which still beats their feelings of you.  

He tosses the photo in to the fire and lifts a forth photo the same as the last.

J2H: You knew that was coming, right? Thing is Rage if they are over me, it shows they invested time in me while you, well, you heard the groan when you pinned Drake, and you must have heard the groan when you pinned Hardin. That speaks volumes about how much the fans were gonna be invested in you. They don't see you as something different, they're wondering if somehow SCW has been transported back to the early two thousands. Let's talk to Jake here and not Rage. Jake, you're stale, the only time you was looked at as having a new lease of life was when you left the Sins and joined me. Now you've just reverted back to what you was and so has the fans opinion of you. The people learned a valuable lesson when I lost the belt.

He looks seriously down the camera.  

J2H: They learned to be careful what they wished for because they saw a five minute champion, a cheating champion who showed up to talk about his belt once in two week because it was advertised, and you, a guy who whined and bitched about being screwed over. This is fucking wrestling Rage, this ain't ice skating, this ain't ballet and it sure as fuck ain't ballroom dancing. These things happened but you turned from the Incredible Hulk to the incredible sulk. At that point, the fans that wished for me to lose the title, saw their grave mistake. They saw three lazy bastards and face facts, you all are, hold a belt none of the deserved. They looked back and saw how hard I worked and they appreciated that. I didn't appear in my hometown for five minutes like Drake did, I didn't come out and talk like my lines have been written by a five year old who watched wrestling twenty years ago and just copied them, like Hardin, I didn't come out here and cried about losing and being screwed and all that shit, did I? No, I gave them quality, I gave them realism, I gave them what they wanted it and after they saw the three options following me, they were not over me, they were right behind me.

He throws that picture in to the fire and turns over another exactly the same.

J2H: Also Rage, no need to say me and my so loudly, makes it sound like you have a speech impediment with those words. Truth is this. I'm gonna put my hands on the title, and rip that belt from you. I've been talking about legacies Rage, so it will be rude not to talk about what you're gonna leave behind.

He shrugs his shoulders

J2H: Nothing Rage. There is no modern day legacy you will leave. The only thing you will leave is the bitter taste in people's mouths that you stayed around much longer than you should have. You didn't just outstay your welcome, you outstayed your usefulness. That belt coming back to me will be sweet relief to every wrestling fan who ever breathed.

He tosses the last picture of Rage in to the fire.

J2H: I've spoke about the legacy of three people, but the most important legacy is about the man talking, cause come Sunday, I will not be robbed of a moment I've wanted for a long time. When I'm dead and in the ground one way or the other, whenever my time is up, people probably won't care that I'm gone, but people will remember what I've done and that's have that moment that you will all love and raise that belt above my head once more, listen to the fans feel happy that you three fucking losers will not walk out with the belt, and my legacy in SCW will be cemented in it's rich history. Come Sunday at Into The Void VI, you will not be able to think of SCW without thinking on the name J2H. That's real talk bitches!

J2H throws the rest of the photos in to fire before he turns around and walks away. The photos burn to a cinder as the scene fades for the last time.

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