[Mark Ward]

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[J2H]

  Once a year - thank fuck - The SCW stars take to the sea and embark on a journey to nowhere, just the sea, for the sake of it for Summer XXXTreme event. No one really knows who's brain child this event was, no one knows who to blame for the fact that once a year, everyone hauls ass on to a boat to float around aimlessly. Anyone smart would have seen that although it sounds nice in reality, realistically, forcing someone to "play their character" a week around fans to sell an event is not really that fun. Wrestlers need the time away from the cameras to be themselves, to remember who they really are but this event takes away their freedom. Oh it's all nice to sit in the sun for a few hours, but to not slip up in front of the fans, whoever's brain child this was didn't think it through. Who gets in the shit if we fuck up? We do, we get told we're wrong for breaking character around the fans. Thanks for setting us up to fail. I mean would you like to work twenty four hours a day for seven days straight for no extra pay? No, you wouldn't. Even taking away the free room and use of the ship, for those hours, we'd have to be paid more than what the rooms are worth...

Some see this as a chance to maybe get some time to relax, some have to focus on work, some have to get things right, some people's lives depend on it. It's all good if you're a nobody trying to make out you're something - Yes Steve Ramone, I'm looking in your direction - But when you're the top champion - Not you Crystal, I said top champion, i.e. someone who puts the effort in - You have to get things right, you have to be in the spotlight, you have to drive the show and lead. When you're forced in to an uncreative Deathmatch because Mr blood and guts himself, Lord Raab is your opponent, you have to think about things a little more. Thankfully for J2H, and unfortunately for Raab, Raab's lack of research gave J2H the advantage. You see he had an ace up his sleeve....

MONDAY.

The cruise is well underway. Some SCW stars have already decided it's time to mix with the fans, doing what they can to cause a whole lot of excitement amongst the people on the ship, gearing towards Sunday's huge show. Make  no mistake about it, regardless of personal thoughts on the show, it is the make or break show financially for SCW. It's not cheap to drag on all the shit needed for gimmick matches, the traditional Ultimate X stuff for a start, but when you have to couple that with a hell in a cell - who came up with that concept on a ship? And stuff for a Deathmatch, costs rise. Throw in a mix of most SCW stars more than willing to take advantage of a mostly all inclusive package for food and booze and costs mount up. Those are just the ones you see on the outside, but the hidden costs make up for it too. J2H had chosen to keep his presence hidden a little for the first couple of days of the cruise. He needed to focus on himself and not on what is going on around him. A Deathmatch is obviously a dangerous thing, so he was taking no chances.

Waking up to the gentle rocking of the cruise ship on the sea, the SCW World champion slowly opens his eyes, his voice groggy as he speaks.

J2H: I had this nightmare that I was stuck on this damn cruise ship for days.

Melody rolls over, her arm draping across his chest as she pulls herself in a little closer to her boyfriend.

Melody: It's not a nightmare, it's happening, and it's exciting!

The tone of her voice matches her words, excitement ran through Melody. She loved being around the fans, she loved smiling and laughing. Melody was naturally photogenic and had no problem posing for photos with fans, just to see them smile. Although he'd never really admit it, its part of what he loved about Melody, her giving nature.

J2H: I hate this damn event. I end up spending most of my time avoiding people I really don't want to be around. At least when we're on dry land, I can lock the door and forget these idiots exist.

Melody rolls on top of him, her legs straddled to his side and sits up, wrapping the covers around her, covering her body - Sorry, this is all ya getting, this ain't a Steve Ramone, must flash off the pornstar kinda promo.  

Melody: Stop being captain grumpy pants. There's so much to do on here and I know we're working but we get some free time, so we can hang out, and really take advantage of what this ship has to offer. We can swim, or go to the movie under the stars thing, or the casino, or the spa!

She runs her hand over J2H's chest, a wide smile on her face.

J2H: Or we can hide away from it all, just show up for whatever stupid promo crap Christian is making us do and not be around people.

Melody: Well, someone's not looking forward to showing up at the fan forum on Wednesday, are they?

J2H shakes his head as he looks up at Melody.

J2H: Someone is not. The fans ask such stupid questions. They annoy the hell out of me. I don't care that they're not moderated or any of that shit babe, it's just the same old stuff over and over again.

Melody: You've got to do it though. It brings smiles to their faces.

J2H: Why have I got to do it?

Melody taps her chin, a thoughtful smile on her face as she looks down at him.

Melody: Well, it's your job for a start.

J2H: My job is to make them hate me. To make them not cheer me on or think they have anything in common with me. My job is not to be loved my them, even if they do want to cheer me cause they know Raab sucks.

Melody: You always do so well with them.

Melody was right, he did have a way of drawing in the crowds for these events. People would line up for a long time just to see what he had to say, even if at times he was simply going through the motions, the fans always just wanted to see what he had to say.

J2H: Auto pilot babe, auto pilot. I can do these things with my eyes closed. In fact, tomorrow, I might do that one with my eyes closed, cause why the fuck not.

Melody frowns at the thought of J2H doing an entire fan forum with his eyes closed and firmly shakes her head.

Melody: No, keep those eyes open. It's only an hour, and then we can do whatever we want here.

J2H: Like hide away?

His smile does nothing to convince Melody as she taps him playfully on the chest. He looks up at her and tilts his head.

J2H: What time is it babe?

Melody leans over J2H, reaching towards a bedside cabinet and picking up one of J2H's expensive watches, her eyes focusing on the time.

Melody: Just after nine.

J2H closes his eyes, sharply shaking his head as he looks up at Melody.

J2H: Shit, I'm late babe. I'm meant to be somewhere at nine.

Melody pouts as she rolls off J2H, allowing the young man to get out of bed. He quickly moves around the room and towards the door, but Melody calls after him.

Melody: Erm, Jam?

He stops and turns around, looking at Melody with a raised eyebrow. Melody points him up and down, forcing J2H to look down.

J2H: Oh yeah, clothes.

Melody smiles at him as he makes a move back towards her and the camera cuts somewhere else.

Ah, remember I told you about hidden costs and an ace up the sleeve? Well, you're about to see just what I meant. There are certain areas set up for just SCW wrestlers and personnel, and we're about to take you to one of those said areas. Ninety percent of wrestling isn't what happens in front of the cameras, it's what happens behind the cameras. Wrestlers don't show up, have a match once a week and go home. Hours upon hours of honing their craft goes on away from public eyes. Not every wrestling fan in the world is at the gym with these wrestlers to see what they do.... Wrestling fans in a gym? HA! My point is that people don't see half the things that really happen when it comes to wrestling. It's like watching a movie, you never get to see what happens when the director yells cut.

Austin Parker stands in a gym setting, glancing down at his watch as he taps his foot impatiently. He looks around the gym, looking towards the door, as many people work out. Regular fans eyes look at the man dressed in faded blue jeans, cowboy boots and a matching hat, but Austin ignores them, looking towards the door. A look of relief crosses his face as finally J2H strolls in the room, dressed in gym clothes, instantly drawing the attention of the regular people. The confident champion moves towards Austin, looking at him with a nod, but his bubble is burst quickly.

Austin: Yer late.

J2H stops, looking at Austin with a smile.

J2H: Party don't start till I show up anyway so it doesn't matter.

Austin: Stop talking shit, we only got the ring for a lil' while so move yer ass.

J2H rolls his eyes as Austin leads him through the gym. J2H looks to one side, seeing Damien Payne lifting a huge amount of weight over his head. J2H shakes his head and moves forward towards a door, glancing to his left to see Calvin Harris on a running machine, earphones in and focused like a true warrior. Austin opens a door and the two walk in to a room with a wrestling ring set up, a training ring - See, hidden expenses people don't see. The ring ropes are laced with barbed wire. Boards are in the ring also covered in barbed wire. J2H looks around the ring, trying to take in as much as he possibly can.

J2H: Hmmmmm.

Austin: Ah dunno what ya hmmming about. We shoulda had the ring for ahn hour, but cause ya late, we now got it for about forty minutes, so let's get started.

Remember the ace up the sleeve comment? I  mentioned it twice already and here it is - Austin Parker. He is the ace up the sleeve that Lord Raab did not count on when he made the challenge for the most obvious match choice of the year. Even Stevie Wonder saw it coming when Raab mentioned a stipulation. Everyone knew it would be extremely violent cause well, it's Raab, a man who doesn't see wrestling as an art form, more of a way to be feared. It's almost impossible for interference in a match like this, not many want to step between ropes covered in barbed wire anyway, let alone try and get in there to help someone, but what didn't dawn on Raab is that the man in J2H's corner had much more to offer. He didn't have to plan on getting involved, what he had was much more than throwing a cheap shot, he had experience in that match type. Austin Parker's story filled career came to an end in a Deathmatch many years ago against friend and now co owner of SCW, Hot Stuff Mark Ward. They two had battled in Japan in a heated match for a world title when disaster struck. Austin was caught in barbed wire, wrapping itself tighter around his neck as he struggled to free himself, digging deeper in to his skin, causing muscles to rip from bone, ultimately ending the match and bringing the curtain down on his career. He knew this match wasn't just career changing, it was life changing. In a strange way, Austin had become a father figure to J2H through his training and felt uncomfortable letting the young star risk not only career, but life in this match, but knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He just knew that he had to prepare the champion the best he could and hoped he come through it unscathed.

J2H: So this is it?

Austin raises an eyebrow at J2H, looking at him with a shake of his head, partly in disbelief.

Austin: That's what ya got ta say?

Austin knew on first glance it wasn't too much to look at, but he knew the dangers of being inside this hellish setting. One mistake, one slip up, and blood could be flowing from anywhere in the body. He knew that arteries could be shredded in this environment. All it took was one little mistake and everything in your life, should you still have one, could change.

J2H: I'm not shaking off the importance of it, or the danger, but after facing Dmitri in that Thunderdome match, this feels like a bit of a let down, a step back. Like for some reason, it's just not all that interesting. That Thunderdome match, that caused doubt cause no one had ever been in one in SCW, no one had really seen one, no one knew what to expect, but this, people can youtube a million of these matches. I just don't feel like I should be scared of this one.

Austin: A lil' bit of fear never hurt anyone, but make no mistake about it, ya should fear this one. Not fah who ya facin', but this is a match that needs ta be respected.

Austin was right. Just the slight lack of concentration could change everything. There was no casual when it came to this match, it had to be taken seriously, or there would be no could about it, you will get hurt and there's nothing you could do about it. Austin knew he had to drill this in to J2H's head, no matter how confident, or hard headed the champion could be, he had to make sure he was aware of the risks.

J2H: Man, I respect every match I'm in, but this shit is simple. Stay away from the ropes, throw the giant ape in to the ropes, kick him in the face, win, take his title and laugh at him for letting me talk him in to this shit.

Austin: Ya may have talked him in to this title vs title bullshit, but he's the one who talked ya in ta puttin' ya body on the line, who's really the idiot?

J2H bites his lip and looked at Austin with narrowed eyes. Austin felt justified in his comments through the experience he had in this situation. He knew that if he could go back to that day, he may have said fuck the title and stepped away from the match if he knew it would be a career ending situation. He knew the risks but you never do think things will happen to you. It's not something a wrestler can think about.  

J2H: I'm not an idiot Austin, I'm a genius when you think about it.

Confusion comes from Austin, while the opposite comes from J2H, just looking back at him with utter calmness.

J2H: Raab demands a match that suits him, thinks he's gonna end my career, says the same shit Dmitri said to me, that everyone has said to me in every match forever. He feels comfortable stepping in to this cause in his mind, he has things sewn up. He's relaxed a little too much. It's a Raab trait. Remember when he and Mr Yaaaaaaaarp went for the tag titles against Team BJ?

Austin nods his head slowly at J2H, looking at the champion.

J2H: Hardcore tag team match cause he thought that Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean couldn't handle the hardcore style of the match. He thought that because he's had a million of them, to the point he tried to name the Roulette championship, the Violence championship, he would become feared. Also, a really fucking stupid name for a belt, but anyway. He thought he could manipulate a match to give him the advantage and it failed. He's playing the same game with me and again, it's gonna fail. It's what he does. He tries to flip things around and ends up with egg on his face. This won't be any different, so what I've done is let him get a little bit relaxed going in to this, and he thinks he's got it already won and then not only will I take his title, I will also take his pride along with it. I want people to see that no matter what bullshit match they throw at me to try and get my belt, it will backfire. I may not end his career, but I will make him so embarrassed that he tried to make this one his match and beat him, forcing him to tuck his tail between his legs and walk away to save face.

Unimpressed can be the only way to describe the look on Austin's face as he looks towards J2H, confidence pouring from the young man as he looks back at Austin. Austin shakes his head at him and points to the ring.

Austin: How about ya quit ya yapping an' get in the ring?

J2H: How? The fucking thing is surrounded by barbed wire. How am I meant to get in the ring?

Austin turns his head to a man waiting in the rings and gives him a nod. The man walks towards the ring, climbing up the steps while wearing thick gloves, and unhooking part of the wire, pulling it back on hinges to allow a door like piece to move from one side to allow J2H to get in the ring. He and Austin walk up towards the steps, climbing up. Both men carefully enter the ring and Austin nods towards the man, who closes the wire door back up. Austin and J2H move to the middle of the ring.

Austin: Looks a whole lot different from this side, don't it?

A statement the champion could not disagree with as he looks around the barbaric set up from inside the ring, observing the set up. He moves towards the ropes, taking a closer look at the sharp barbs pointing towards the inside and takes a step back, moving towards the turnbuckles and looking at the area around them. He looks closer at the top rope area and back to Austin.

J2H: How the fuck am I meant to climb the ropes without cutting myself?

Austin: Well, ya don't.

A look of slight dismay crosses J2H's face as he stares back at Austin.

J2H: What do you mean I don't? I'm a high flying wrestler. I have a lot of impact moves that would knock out a rhino from the top rope. How am I mean to use them if I can't climb up there?

Austin smirks at J2H, turning to look him in the eye.

Austin: Still think y'all smarter than Raab? Boy he took out a lotta ya game with this match cause ya can't climb the ropes, ya can't bounce off the ropes, ya gotta play him at his own game.

A bite of the lower lip from J2H tells Austin what he feels about it, the wheels turning in his head as he thinks about how to adapt his game.

J2H: Fuck it, I'll face him at his own game. It will be more embarrassing for him when I beat him. The fact that I stood up to him and beat him that way will show people that I am the best in the world at everything I do.

Cue the eye roll from Austin as he slowly shakes his head. He loved J2H's confidence, but learned valuable lessons at his age, that J2H must learn at his. Lessons about being grounded, lessons about the fine line between confidence and over confidence. Austin points towards the metal barbs on the ring ropes.

Austin: If he drives ya towards these things, an' the sick son of a bitch will, y'all need ta duck ya head, tuck ya chin, keep ya eyes away from them, or they'll be the last thing y'all ever see. Don't let him do that at all, ya hear?

J2H waves his hand, casually brushing off the advice from Austin as he looks at the wire. He turns around, turning his attention to the middle of the ring.

J2H: Yeah, yeah, don't let the fucking freak in a mask try and poke my eyeballs out. Pretty that mask gives him an advantage too. Cheating like his name is Jeremiah Hardin.

Confidence flows as he smirks at his own low blow on the former SCW World Champion, but he looks down.

J2H: I'll just slam him on a few of these things and mask or not, the pig faced fucker will bleed.

With a quick nod of the head, J2H indicates that he is talking about the barbed wire boards that litter the ring. Austin turns to look at them on the floor and moves towards one, beckoning J2H to follow him. The champion does and Austin stands over them.

Austin: This ain't no ordinary boards, these things have C4 tapped to them, pressure on them means explosions. It's not enough to kill ya, or blow off a body part, but god damn, those sum bitches hurt.

The champion looks down at them, scratching his chin as he does. He moves his head in closer to examine the boards before turning his head towards Austin.

J2H: So these things have live explosives on right now?

A twisted smile crosses Austin's face as he lowers his head towards the champion, almost crouching over with him and whispering in his ear.

Austin: Why doncha jump on an' find out?

J2H slowly turns his head towards Austin, looking at him in the eye. A moment of silence passes before Austin can't help but break out in a smile.

Austin: No, they're no live there. Y'all think it's a good idea ta make an explosion on a ship where people can't see it? It'll cause panic.

J2H: So what are they?

Austin: Smoke packs. Ya hit them, they smoke, they're saving the explosive stuff till the show.

Austin looks for a gap in the barbed wire on the board and stamps on it, causing a huge puff of smoke to rise up from the board and creep across the ring. J2H waves his hands around in front of him, trying to clear the smoke from the ring.

J2H: Yeah, thanks for the demonstration, but I coulda just took your word for it.

Austin: If ya land on those things, make sure ya roll through them or ya gonna end up with serious burns that won't heal.

J2H: Yeah, got it. Don't let Raab poke my eyes out, roll through the board if he gets lucky and throws me on one of them.

J2H's casual attitude causes Austin to slowly shake his head as the young man walks away to look at another part of the ring. Austin sighs as he mutters to himself.

Austin: This is gonna take a lot of work...

The scene fades out as Austin moves towards J2H.



Superstar Karaoke competition? Really? Like fucking really.... Someone needs to take Christian's Twitter away from him at times. Yesterday's demand to be there for a meet and greet thing wasn't enough, but Christian had to go and do this shit. Things like this didn't interest most stars of SCW, certainly didn't interest the SCW World champion but Christian had done it and got people talking. It's the forth of July, Independence day, a day to spend with family and friends, yet here we are cooped up on a ship, with co-workers we don't like and he announces a karaoke contest. There was already a party on the ship that night, no one needs to be at a karaoke thing. What is this, the 90s? Still it interested some people.

TUESDAY

Sitting out on the balcony of the cabin he and Melody was put in, one with every touch of class you could imagine for a cruise ship, SCW World champion J2H sat outside, the cool sea air bouncing off his skin. He looks out at ocean as the breeze runs itself off his shirtless body as he reaches for a nearby drink. Pulling it to his lips and taking the slightest of sips. His state of being on his own is soon interrupted by two slender arms wrapping themselves around his neck, reaching down and holding him. He looks back, tilting his head to the side to see Melody Grace pushed against him, her  body pressed up close to his as she squeezes against him. She plants a soft kiss on his cheek and moves around to the front of him, sitting across his lap and looking at him.

Melody: Hey babe!

He wraps his arms firmly around Melody, holding her in position as he looks at her.

J2H: What's up babe?

Melody twirls his hair, running her fingers through it and looking in his eyes. These two really were the definition of opposites attracting. J2H, the brash, confident, arrogant rich kid and Melody, the calm, shy yet approachable young lady, yet somehow it worked, and worked better than most relationships could ever work. They had constantly surprised people, listened to the whispers and the sly comments and becoming stronger and stronger.

Melody: Did you happen to see Christian Underwood's tweet earlier.

J2H avoided his phone for the most part of the cruise, occasionally popping on Twitter to see what was going on. Wrestlers seemed to open up a lot more on there, you could learn more on there about a wrestler at times, than you can by having a conversation with them.  

J2H: Nah babe, I don't take too much notice of what he tweets anyway, not after last night and that meet and greet bullshit. What genius idea is he forcing people to tonight? What punishment is he gonna lay down if people don't show up and leave him looking stupid?

Melody: Well, you know they have that Independence Day party? Well he's also arranged a superstar karaoke thing.

Karaoke? Really? J2H hated karaoke, he hated the thought that all of a sudden, Christian Underwood thought he had a company full of Rhianna's or Bruno Mars'. Wrestlers are not singers, we will not be seen on American Idol. We've seen Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean on Lip Sync Battle, but those two probably can't sing for shit anyway.

J2H: Karaoke? Who the fuck does he think I am? That Bieber idiot?

Yeah, I went there. If everyone else can mock J2H for looking slightly like him, he can mock himself - Although I don't see it.

Melody: You're probably a much better singer than he is, but they're having fireworks, and a lot of people will be there. It will be fun babe.

J2H: I hate karaoke. I hate the fact that we will have to listen to people sing, or try to sing. Karaoke should be wiped out from the face of the earth. Seriously, why does everyone think all of a sudden they can sing at these things?

It's true. Karaoke brings out the worst kind of people thinking they can sing. From the really bad Elvis impersonators, to the people who can ruin a modern day hit because someone, somewhere was once stupid enough to tell them they could sing, it brings out so many singing wannabes. To J2H, that was not entertainment, that was designed by bar owners to force people in to buying more alcohol to drown out the sound of tone deaf people with a microphone who fancied themselves to be the next big thing in the singing world. First karaoke, next thing, a compliment from Simon Cowell..... Yeah, right!

Melody: Well you don't have to sing, we can just go and enjoy the fireworks.

J2H: And listen to the people who think they can sing, that really can't.

Melody knew he'd probably hate being there, not so much for the singing, but being around co workers. He didn't hate them all, just most of them. He only tolerated a few of them, a few he had history with, but he knew this was something Melody wanted to do. Again, proving the opposites in the two, because Melody was a social person, she loved being around the crowd and speaking to people, where as J2H preferred to keep his circle small and close.

Melody: There's alcohol there.

He wasn't a massive drinker, but knew it would help to drown out the voices on stage. He looked in to Melody's eyes, knowing that she wanted to be there and around people. While J2H was happy spending the night sitting on the balcony, he knew Melody wanted to be out there.

J2H: For a little while, but I need to change. I'm the champion, I gotta look good and make an impression on people.

A wide smile crosses Melody's face as she stands up, moving away a little from J2H and allowing him to get back to his feet. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly before letting go. He steps in to the room and moves towards the bedroom area of the room, through the room and in to the bathroom to the side, championship perks, more than one room in this cabin. He strolls in to the other room while Melody goes in to the main living area. He quickly turns the tap on, the water running out and in to the sink. He puts his hands under the water and cups them, gathering the water in his palms before splashing it in to his face, feeling the cooling liquid hitting his skin. He grabs a nearby towel and quickly pads his face dry and puts the towel back. He moves in to the bedroom, and the camera switches to Melody patiently waiting on the sofa, looking out of the window at the seas. J2H's voice can be heard from the bedroom.

J2H: Babe, is my jacket in there?

Melody stands up, looking around the room and spying J2H's suit jacket.

Melody: Yeah. I'll bring it in.

J2H: Thanks babe.

Melody moves towards the jacket, picking it up from where it hung on the back of a chair and pulls it up, but something falls out of the pocket. She looks down to see a box fall to the floor and picks it up. Curiosity gets the better of Melody and she opens the box. Her eyes widen as she sees....

Melody: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

J2H: What's wrong?

The voice from the bathroom shakes Melody in to life as she quickly puts the box back in his jacket pocket and lifts it up as J2H walks in to the room, looking at her curiously as she holds the jacket out in front of him.  

J2H: What's wrong, Mel?

Melody fumbles for her words as she looks towards him.

Melody: Giant seagull flew past, giant bird made me jump.

Amazing what comes to mind when under pressure. Melody hands J2H his jacket, the made match of his silver suit pants. He pulls it around his white shirt and looks at Melody with one raised eyebrow.

J2H: Right...

Melody wraps her arm around his and looks at him.

Melody: Shall we go?

J2H nods and the two make for the room door. This is the perfect time for one of those scene switches as we now move on to the deck of the boat, the forth of July Independence Day party in full swing, as is the superstar karaoke. Melody and J2H walk arm in arm in to the scene, J2H's eyes looking towards the superstar singing. He rolls his eyes as he sees Steve Ramone screaming out the last note of a metal song to polite cheering and strange looks on people's faces, only Cyrus, Andreas and Kaylee showing any enthusiasm to Steve's performance on the stage. Shaking his head and seeing Steve bowing as if he'd just sung note perfect, even though the look on people's faces would indicate otherwise. J2H looks towards Melody.

J2H: This was a fucking bad idea if this is what we gotta put up with.

Melody looks at J2H with a sweet smile and a reassuring squeeze of his arm.

Melody: At least you didn't walk in it at the start of the performance.

He looks towards the front row where Jessie Salco, her husband Shane, and her brother Jake are seen throwing up Devil Horns as Ramone continues to milk the crowd.

J2H: Must of been some shit song, that only those kinda people who go to the no deodorant show known as Bloodstock must know.

Melody: There's fireworks at ten babe, so after we see them, we can go somewhere else. Maybe the Casino or something.

J2H looks down at his watch, seeing the time is only eight thirty and lets out a slight groan. He looks towards Melody with a smile.

J2H: Now beautiful, you promised me alcohol and fuck knows, I think I need it. Listening to that one note was enough to put me off of sobriety.

Melody: Now that I did.

Melody and J2H walk through the crowd, passing a table where Jon Dough, Eyesnsane, Alana Allure, and the rest of the crowd of people they tend to be around. J2H didn't overly care about people who just hang around wrestlers and appear in promos for the sake of it. It made no sense to him, to take the spotlight off the person trying to sell something to the crowd, so he didn't bother to learn much about them unless he had to. He looked up to where Melody was leading him, casually stepping past Matt Spears as he nods towards J2H. J2H and Matt Spears have probably never even had a conversation, yet everyone showed respect for champions.... Well, most people anyway. Reaching the bar, Melody moves in to order as J2H looks at the guys next to him at the bar, seeing them to be Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean.

Ben: Alright mate.

The cockney flashes a smile at J2H who just nods back.

J2H: Yeah, you?

Ben: Yeah, cushdy mate.

Ben looks at the huge amounts of beer bottles in front of him and tries to pick up as many as he can, but Jamie looks at the barman.

Jamie: Can we have a tray please? Not even Superman here can carry all those bottles.

The barman nods and reaches down, pulling out a tray and placing it in front of Jamie. Jamie starts to load up the tray with drinks and smiles at Ben.

Ben: Go on then muscles, your bright idea, you can do the honours.

Jamie picks up the tray and moves away from the bar, carrying the tray to a nearby table. J2H's eyes follow Ben and Jamie to see that the drinks are being delivered to a table consisting of Sam Marlowe, Ryan Keys, an unmasked Lord Raab and an equally unmasked Samuel McPherson. J2H looks eyes with Lord Raab, the two of them staring across at each other. J2H smiles at Raab, Raab doing his best to not waste his recent personal growth and keep himself in check. Ben and Jamie hand the drinks out to everyone, breaking Raab's stare. J2H slowly turns around as Melody slides a drink in front of him.

Melody: What's wrong?

J2H: Nothing, I was just looking at the friends forever table over there.

J2H picks up the drink Melody has placed in front of him and drinks without looking at it. He looks at Melody with a raised eyebrow.

J2H: What's that?

Melody: It's a cocktail. It's pretty good.

Melody raises hers to her lips and takes a drink, J2H looking at the red liquid inside and shrugging his shoulders.

J2H: It's not bad.

They look across the deck of the boat, where they spy Odette sitting at a round table, next to her sits Gabriel, with their son Lucas on his lap. Next to Gabriel, sits the newly christened Jake Sullivan, he with his daughter Ember on his lap. Next to them sits Synn, and the now rarely seen Shane Boswell and Fantasia. Odette waves to Melody from across the pool and Melody waves back.

Melody: Let's go say hi!

A frown crosses J2H's face as he looks at Melody, shaking his head at her.

J2H: You have to be joking. I can't go anywhere near Rage after what he did to me. I know we all had to sign those no public fighting with people bullshit, but every time I see him, I want to smash his head through a table.

Melody: James Alexander Huntington-Hawkes III! First off, he's not Rage anymore, he's Jake, and second, you can't attack him, he's got his daughter with him and that would be wrong.

Melody's stern face shows J2H that this time, she meant business.

J2H: I still don't believe he even has a kid, it just don't look right.

Melody: Well it is and they've seen us so now we need to go say hi.

The two start to walk around the pool, casually walking past Xander Bishop, who is standing talking to two young women, a wide smile on his face. Past Cadence Carter, surrounded by young men, unsurprisingly with her low cut revealing top. He continues to walk, spying Mikah and Kris Halc standing to the side of a table with the rest of the Black Sheep members seated, twins Killian and Porter Sweete sit alongside Crystal Millar and Chelsea Payne. J2H and Melody sneak past Mikah and Kris, not interrupting their usual flirting session, that's not flirting cause they both married to different people, but you get the idea.

J2H: Thank fuck she never saw me, I could just see a best friend comment coming on and there's a pool there that would be tempting to throw her in.

They quickly move past Otaki, talking to a group of fans and spot Travis Nathaniel Andrews leaning on a rail, looking over the sea. This wasn't really his scene, being around people, yet he was as proud of his country as the next American and the forth of July was a big deal to everyone who looked up to the stars and stripes. Melody's eyes look at J2H, instantly knowing what he was thinking.

Melody: Don't even think about throwing him overboard. I know it's tempting but you can't.

He wasn't sure why Melody was stopping him from doing something he would have loved to have done, but he listened to her. Moving past the Mean Girls trio of Mercedes Vargas, Veronica Taylor and Celeste North, all holding classy looking cocktails in their hand as they move in the opposite direction to J2H and Melody, they eventually meet the table of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Synn: Why don't you guys join us?

J2H looks toward Rage, the two men looking at each other for a few seconds.

Synn: I can assure you that Jake is a changed man.

J2H: Yeah right. I'm surprised he hasn't flipped out because the sea is too choppy for him or something, or anything else in life he can't control.

Jake Sullivan, the former Rage, the man he played just to get his hands on the World Title, only to lose it to J2H at the follow supercard, grits his teeth as he looks towards J2H, but remains silent, just turning to look down at his daughter on his lap.

Synn: He's very different now and I'm sure somewhere in this new person, he regrets everything he did back then.

Jake's head snaps towards Synn, his eyebrows lowered and slowly shaking his head at Synn.

Synn: Personal growth, Jake.

Ever the mentor and leader of this successful group, one of the well known groups of Sin City Wrestling, it seemed that Synn was getting through to Jake. He remains silent but points to an empty chair at the table.

J2H: I would but I really wanna see the next singers.

J2H turns around to see not one, not two, but three singers on the stage in the form of the Bad Boys Giani Di Luca, Mickey Carroll and Dax Beckett. J2H sighs and looks at the empty chair, a second empty one next to that.

J2H: Ok, maybe for one drink.

Melody smiles towards him and the two sit at the table around the group, He grips hold of his drink as he looks at them, taking a drink of the red liquid and looking around, slightly unsure what to say.

J2H: You know you guys have got someone missing, right?

Synn looks around the group and noticing that indeed J2H is right, there was a prominent member of the group missing from the party.

Melody: Yeah, where's Despy?

A huge explosion above their head is heard as fireworks fly in to the sky, exploding in to many different colors and shapes. J2H looks down at his watch, muttering to himself.

J2H: Is it ten O clock already?

He reads the time to see it as eight forty five, yes, just fifteen minutes had past since he last looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes to appear, get a drink, chat with people, slowly walk through the crowd and around the pool to where he was seated right now. Another burst of fireworks explode on the deck above him.

Melody: These shouldn't be going off right now. What gives?

It didn't take long to figure it out as the familiar face of Despayre looks over the rail, looking down at the group below him and hold Angel on the rail. Synn turns his head and looks sternly at a smiling Gabriel.

Synn: You just HAD to get him fireworks didn't you?

Gabriel nods with a wide grin over his face as he looks at Synn, no shame or remorse in his actions, in his Independence Day tradition with Despayre. Despayre leans over the rail waving at everyone.

Despayre: Happy Independence day everyone!

J2H looks towards Melody, slowly shaking his head at her.

J2H: Next forth of July, we're going on vacation.

The camera fades out as Melody smiles towards J2H, leaving the two to enjoy - or not in J2H's case - the rest of the evening.



If you follow Christian Underwood on Twitter, you'd see just how much he's trying to change everyone's plans by demanding, honest to God demanding people be where he tells them to be. Fuck the plans everyone else has made, eh Christian? Just force them to be at one of your stupid events. Last night, Superstar karaoke? Really, on the forth of July, you wanted people to turn up and sing. We're wrestlers! We come to fight, people wanna be the next J2H, they don't want to be the next Beyonce! The smart ones get it, it was an ego driven, do what you want move from Christian because it's common knowledge that the man can actually sing. What's next for you Christian, hand yourself the world title to pump that ego a little more? One man who doesn't seem to listen to Christian's demands was J2H. Christian's Monday fanfest had a huge absentee and we're not talking about Crystal, well, she never showed up probably, she never does, but the man people wanted to see, J2H. He wasn't cheered by the fans and he couldn't give a damn about that little fact, but everyone still wanted to see him. He had plans on Monday to work on his upcoming match, but had arranged to host his own little fan question time on Wednesday - See Christian, we are capable of making our own plans and doing it better than you dragging everyone in the same room at once. See this is unique, this is J2H in a room full of fans, fans that paid to see him, not just show up to listen to one of a hundred wrestlers, but to see him. I know that you probably thought most wrestlers wouldn't fill a room on their own, but this one did....

WEDNESDAY

A packed to the rafters conference room in seen, every chair taken, people standing at the back, all to see one man, the SCW World champion, J2H. On the stage area, a microphone is seen set up as the crowd softly talk to themselves in anticipation, waiting for the champion to make an entrance. The lights slowly dim, causing every fan eagerly to look towards the stage. "Light's Out" starts to play and some boos are heard from the crowd as J2H, dressed in white pants and a white sleeveless shirt walks on to the stage, his championship belt over his shoulder as he moves towards the mic. He stops in front of the microphone and picks it off the stand, holding in patiently in front of his face as the music fades out.

J2H: You guys can boo all you want, SCW has already took your money for this one, so boo away.

The crowd listens to him and boos as he smirks at them.

J2H: Here's how today is gonna work. I'm gonna look for hands in the air, I'm gonna point at ya, I'm gonna answer whatever question you may have. I mean I don't care what the question is and you'll get an honest answer. I don't see any boss around here to tell me otherwise. Hot Stuff is probably laying in the sun somewhere and Christian is probably working on his next tweet to force us somewhere later tonight.

He casually rolls his shoulders back as he looks around the crowd.

J2H: So let's get this started.

Almost every hand in the room flies in the air and J2H looks around. He knows anyone can ask any question at all, but had no nerves or problems answering questions for anyone. He points to a man in the first row, wearing a J2H shirt.

J2H: You in that amazing shirt, what's your question?

Fan: How different are you off camera, than you are on camera?

A good question. Wrestlers often play a television character, just like an actor playing a role and than go home and change. He knew many wrestlers that were brash on screen but would be completely different away from it.

J2H: I'm not much different on screen or off screen. I'm confident, calm and put in effort in every aspect of my life in every situation. Ok, so I don't go around randomly beating people up or picking apart their flaws when the cameras are off unless they really deserve it, but I'm pretty much the same. There's so many people in the back that you see on TV and you think they're approachable, that they're cool, but they're complete dicks when the cameras are off, and you see the opposite. Some of SCW's biggest heels are some of the nicest people you can meet. I prefer to keep things on the same level. Next.

J2H looks around as hands fly in to the air once more and he points to another fan, a young lady in the front row.

Fan: Do you go everywhere with Melody?

A smile crosses the champions face as he walks up and down the stage.

J2H: I do a lot of things with Melody, but we're not in each others pockets. We don't spend a night apart if we can help it. Like if I'm at a show away from home and she couldn't make it to the show for whatever reason, I do what I can to get home before she wakes up. When we're on vacation, sure, we do everything together. When we're at home, she might have her thing to do, I might have mine, but we'll be back around each other as soon as we can. Christian Underwood and Mark Ward like their guys to be constantly promoting the business, so they may come up with me being in one place while at home, Melody at another at the same time but we meet up when we're done and hang out. Now, let's get a question from over this side.

He walks along the stage to the left, looking out in to the crowd and pointing to a woman sitting a few rows back.

Fan: Is it hard to live a normal life when you're so well known?

He rubs his chin, as he thinks about the answer. It's a catch twenty two question. What really is a normal life? Can normal be defined? Everyone's lives are a different kind of normal.

J2H: It has it's moments of being tough, but it comes with the job. I mean people wouldn't hassle a mailman for an autograph or anything like that, so he can go home to his wife, take her out for a meal and not have a problem. For wrestlers it's a lot harder to do what most people consider normal. Some fans are respectful, leave you alone and let you get on with your day, others want photos. I think it gets easier the more you're out and around people cause you just get used to it a bit. We know at any given time, we can go out and be hounded and this is why a lot of people in our sport move to a place where they can just be a regular guy or girl. A little town where everyone knows your name and you're just a guy that wrestles. It's not so easy like that in Beverly Hills but we put up with it the best we can.

His eyes scan the crowd a little more, looking at the people around before pointing to another fan, a middle aged man.

Fan: Why does it seem like you're always on vacation?

J2H: Because I am always on vacation.

A cocky smirk comes from the champion as he looks directly at the man.

J2H: Being the top guy of the company, the face of the place, the one people always think of when they think of SCW, you get to make a lot of money, but you have to work for that money. I haven't been off a show in two years to get where I am, I've had to be in some of the biggest matches in the history of wrestling, just to continue to improve. You can't just keep going and going without a break. Now I haven't taken a break in SCW for a long time, so if I can throw in a few days away to relax, to recharge, then I'm gonna do it. There's a big wide world out there to go and see and I'm not gonna be a guy who retires in Florida. When I'm done, I'm retiring somewhere different, start over, be James who lives down the street, not J2H who will kick ya ass. All these vacations, just scouting locations.

He walks to the other end of the stage pointing to someone in the crowd.

Fan: So you plan on retiring soon?

Clearly an influenced question from his last answer, the woman asking the question looks intently at J2H on the stage.

J2H: No, I won't retire for a while. I never say never when it comes to wresting, but I will never be officially retired. I may be unemployed but I won't say retired. I'm in my early twenties and done more in that time than most people in their fifties have done because I worked for it. I don't want to do that retirement bullshit, cause everyone who retires get asked the same question over and over. Everyone always asks about one more match, people have that one more match get the taste for it and come back, making their retirement thing pointless. People do it to hear the fans shout out thank you, they do it to push their own ego, they do it to say look at me. I prefer people to look at me for what I've achieved. If I left tomorrow, I'd earn those thank you's, people get them and beg for them cause they need to feel special. I don't need to feel special, I am special, I don't need to be retired for the attention. Retirement is not on my mind.

He looks towards another fan on that side of the stage and points, a young girl.

Fan: Would you ever be in a tag team again?

Interesting question from the young lady, forcing J2H to pause and think about the possible answer.

J2H: Well there's so many couples in SCW, and not many tag teams left, I wouldn't be surprised if SCW ditched both sets of tag titles and made a mixed tag title. If they did that, maybe I'd try and team with Melody but anyone else, I'd probably end up doing most of the work for the team, while others just got a free title. Maybe if Austin would get his ass out of retirement, I'd team with that old cowboy but I don't think I'll team with anyone else.

He walks to the center of the stage, looking out at the crowd before pointing to a young man in a bright Hawaiian shirt.

Fan: Bro, every supercard, you make predictions on people, you got any predictions for this one?

A smile comes from J2H as he raises the microphone to his lips and looks down at the man.

J2H: Sure. Steve Ramone will think he's gonna win and try and cash in on me when I beat Raab, but he won't win cause he'll be about to, forget what he's doing and lose to Matt Spears. Damien Payne will quit, Xander Bishop will start a rap battle with himself and lose, Joshua Acquin will blow another chance at moving up the ladder, Jeremiah Hardin will have the realization that he should never have had the World title, when he can't beat Ramone. Bobbie Dahl will eat a pie mid match, Otaki will throw a lot of purifying salt in the air, Cadence Carter will wonder if wrestling is for her when booked against those people. The Boss Ladies will show up, lose to The Disney Dolls, then question their future again, like they usually do, Jake Sullivan will lose his cool and hulk out on everyone while Calvin Harris pulls a stomach muscle laughing at him. Tuscini will offer The Elders pia as a gift while Dmitri sits drinking tomato juice, claiming it's blood. Somewhere in the show, Alexis Staggs will tweet something about being pregnant.

J2H raises a hand.

J2H: Seriously Alexis, you're pregnant, we get it, please stop boring everyone on Twitter about it, you're not the first to be pregnant, you won't be the last!

He takes a deep breath.

J2H: Chelsea Payne will realise that Damien Payne is probably a long lost brother, Jessie Salco will be too busy listening to shit music to remember she even has a match, Sam Marlowe will pose with more fans. Travis Nathaniel Andrews will spout off some bull about being Mr SCW without ever winning anything good, Ryan Keys will forget his clothes again, Kris Halc will flirt with Mikah, who will then claim that he and I are friends. Polly Playtime will play Monopoly with herself, cause she just loves playtime as much as a kindergartner does. The Mean Girls will be mean to a commentator, Kate Steele will let her team down, Devona will spend the night stopping the big brother, throwing the little idiot overboard, Amy Marshall will use so much hair spray that there will be another hole in the Ozone layer. Mickey Carroll will see the errors of his ways and become a priest, Giani Di Luca will slip on baby oil, taking him out of the match, Dax Beckett will trim his beard and accidentally cut most of it off, Jamie Dean will get arrested for public indecently, Ben Jordan will vow to check in to rehab for his alcohol problem, Crystal Millar will get beat so badly that she will retire in that ring. Evie Baang will come up with a perfume called Crystal's Tears after she points and laughs at the former champion. Lord Raab will get beat up so bad, that even his mask will be too embarrassed to be on his face, and if Samuel gets involved, I'd smack him so damn hard, that he will stop saying yarrrrrrrp, and become a wordsmith over night and I will walk out with both titles.

He pauses for breath as the crowd laugh and applaud his predictions, causing J2H to smile as he looks around, ready to point to someone else. He spies a woman in the middle and points.

Fan: Why did you attack Samuel on Climax Control and not Lord Raab?

[J2H]

 J2H: Simply to get under Raab's skin. He gave Samuel this shot than took it away from him at the last minute because his own greed kicked in. He wanted to be the man, he wanted too titles so said screw you to Samuel. I figured if I could knock some sense in to Samuel, he might see that his husband is a horrible, self centred person. I knew that once again, I could split Raab's emotions. Does he come and get vengeance on me? Does he help the man he screwed over? Raab becoming more human makes him more vulnerable and I liked to expose that. Mentally he's become weak, question himself. Plus Samuel seriously annoys me.

He smirks as he looks down to another member of the audience and points.

Fan: Why a Deathmatch?

J2H: It was always gonna be a Deathmatch as soon as he started to talk stipulations. I didn't see the need for a stipulation. It's not like we've been in a rivalry forever or had any history, it made no sense at all, but you all knew it was gonna happen. He was never gonna go for something that put me in the drivers seat, it was always gonna be to suit him and his style, but that's ok. I'm so damn good, I can play by his rules and still beat him. I have no problem with that.

J2H points to another fan a few rows back from the last one.

Fan: Do these matches make you nervous at all?

These kind of matches would make any man nervous, but the walk around the set up on Monday with Austin Parker had done a lot to set his mind at ease.

J2H: No. I mean most people would be nervous of this stuff, you wouldn't be human if you wasn't but I'm nowhere near nervous for this match, I'll be the most relaxed man on the ship when that music hits. You guys will probably be more nervous for me than I'll ever be in that ring. I'm pretty calm, it's in my nature. I don't fear all this stuff, I haven't from the second those obvious words fell out of his mouth. Austin Parker has been in a couple of these things before and he's been a pain in the ass drilling things in to my head this week about what to do. Fear is in the mind and when you look at it, he fears me more than I fear him. This is why he's done something like this, it's to make him much more comfortable, feel safer because it's what he's used to. A single match with me, a normal, no gimmick, nothing out of the ordinary, he's screwed. He knows I'm the far better wrestler, so his fear of me forced him in to trying to make himself feel much more comfortable, but that has really backfired on him. He never thought about Austin being in my ear about things. He thought I wouldn't have the mindset to deal with things, but I got a better idea on how these things work than he does. He needs to see that I'm the World champion, World, not Internet, World champion for a reason. He is not at the top and trying to swing this in his favor to make me get freaked out, was an epic fail.

J2H looks around the room again, looking towards another fan and pointing.

Fan: If you lose a match like this, where do you go from there?

J2H: Well first off, I don't plan on losing this match at all. That thought is not in my mind and it never has been, so let's look at where Raab will go after this match. He'll have nowhere to go but to go back to the tag division, try and help Samuel out after taking away his chance and then blowing it. He'd have to work harder than he has done before to try and redeem himself after such a major screw up. He took away the chance from Samuel cause he thought he could do it, but he couldn't. He's gotta look that man in the eyes and say sorry and head back to the tag division, where he might have a chance to make it up to him. He's gonna be lost, confused and down and it's his own damn fault. If he let Samuel go through with the match, he wouldn't have himself to blame when Samuel lost, but taking away a golden chance from someone that close, it's gonna destroy him and he's gonna have to start all over again. He's basically ruined himself for this one. Maybe next time, he won't be stupid enough to be dragged in to losing his belt to me.

A confident look crosses the champions face as he looks at his watch and back to the crowd.

J2H: Well that is all we have time for today. Thanks for coming out, paying ya ten bucks or whatever it cost to have you here, Christian is counting your money as we speak to no doubt pay off Sinful Obsession for being here. Apparently they don't come cheap, so well done on paying their salary for this trip, I'm sure they'll put that money to good use. I know if you're on this ship, you have tickets to come to the show anyway. If you're standing in this room, then it's obvious you'll be at the show, supporting the best champion SCW has ever seen, so I don't have to sell it on you all, but I will make you a promise. This match where I take Raab's title, where you witness history of me claiming the SCW Internet title, and holding it high with my SCW World title, it's gonna be something more than special. Forget most of the other stuff on the card, focus on this one because this is gonna be the greatest night of most of your lives. I don't talk crap and not back it up so believe me when I say, this match is gonna be a once in a lifetime thing to see live. In years to come when this is winning awards, you lucky people can say you were there, that you witnessed it live and in person, your eyes got to see me lift not one, but two titles above my head in celebration. You can brag to all your friends who couldn't be here that you was.

J2H waves his finger at that crowd.

J2H: And that, it real talk bitches!

With those final words, "Light's out" plays again and J2H exits the stage, walking off with a confident swagger as the scene fades to black.



All work and no play makes J2H a dull boy. So far on this cruise, he'd been in a ring learning about what is possibly set to come in just a few short days, taken to a party where he wasn't overly interested in being there and sat in front of the fans selling a show, something he'd done constantly since he won the title again. Today was different, today was a day he was planning on taking advantage of the cruise. Everyone else has, and barring Christian's odd off the fly ideas with no warning until they were posted on Twitter, most people have generally been doing what they wanted when it came to being on the cruise. J2H had balanced work, with general relaxing, but he'd promised Melody that they were going to have a day together, a day of relaxing, a day of peaceful tranquility. If he knew that Melody was gonna choose going to the ship's spa for the day, he would have probably just asked her if she wanted to go somewhere, rather than give her the option. He didn't overly mind the thought of being pampered for a little while, it gave him time to switch off and just talk to Melody. He'd been busy on this cruise, more than what you've seen on camera, but today was all about him being with the woman who loved him unconditionally.

THURSDAY

Melody: It'll be so relaxing babe, you need this before a big match.

Melody's tones fill the screen as the screen brightens up once more. The two walk down a hallway, as Melody tries to convince J2H that this day will indeed be fun. J2H looks at her with a frown on his face as he moves on, brushing past Joshua Acquin without taking any notice on who he just walked past.

Melody: We can get massages, and sit in the hot tub, go in the steam room. We can get facials and everything.

Another frown crosses the face of the World champion as he looks at his slightly shorter girlfriend, her hair tied back neatly in a ponytail.

J2H: I am not having people plaster shit on my face and tell me it's good for me, but the massage and hot tub, that sounds alright.

A smile breaks out on the pretty blonde's face as they continue to walk towards their destination. They stop outside a door reading the word spa and the door opens. Devona, Kate Steele and Amy Marshall exit through the door having just enjoyed a team building spa session and past the two champions. Devona laughs as she walks past J2H and Melody, causing come confusion from J2H. J2H and Melody enter the door and a receptionist sits in front of them.

Melody: Hi! We'd like a couples massage please.

Receptionist: Of course.

The receptionist waves to a nearby woman who walks towards them.

Receptionist: If you just follow this young lady here, she will take you to a couples room. Bath robes will be in the room for you to change in to and someone will be with you shortly.

J2H: Yeah, thanks.

The woman leads them through a side door and down the corridor in front of them, past the steam room. J2H peers inside to see through the steam, the shape of Blood Legion members James Tuscini, Dmitri, Jeremiah Hardin and Uncle Pinky sitting down. J2H continues to walk down the hall, where a huge man stands outside of a door, leaning against the wall with a book in hand, his hands making the book look tiny. J2H recognises him as friend of Devona, Beast. J2H looks through the door of the room Beast is standing outside of, Beast's eyes not leaving the page, to see the big man's brother Beauty sitting in a chair, his face covered in mud, with cucumber on his eyes. He's wearing a fluffy pink robe, while one women works on his finger nails, and another works on his feet.

J2H: What a weirdo.

Without looking up from his book, Beast responds.

Beast: Tell me about it. You should try being related to him.

J2H: Now I know why your friend was laughing as she left this place.

Beast nods his head and smiles, still his eyes not leaving the page. J2H shudders and continues to follow Melody down the hallway. They get to a door and the woman points at it before opening the handle and pushing it open. Melody reaches the door and walks in first, followed by J2H. Candles are seen around the room, unlit, and peaceful relaxing music can be heard playing. The woman shuts the door behind them and Melody looks at J2H.

Melody: Well, get undressed then.

J2H: I don't think we've got time for anything like that Mel.

He flashes her a cheeky smile, causing the young blonde to blush as she looks at him.

Melody: You know what I mean. Get undressed, lay on that table there, and cover that booty of yours with the towel.

J2H: Yeah, well my boxers are staying on, you don't want some woman grabbing my goods.

Melody smiles as she turns around, the two getting undressed, camera at head height of course, again, this is not a Steve Ramone promo. J2H lifts his clothes, seeing two hooks to the side of the room and hanging his clothes on one on them. Melody follows suit and hangs hers next to his. The two move towards the tables, both next to each other and pick the towels from them, covering themselves over at the right parts and look across at each other, Melody smiling at J2H.

Melody: This is gonna be so relaxing. It's what we need to get rid of all the stresses we have and give us time to talk.

J2H raises his eyebrow at Melody as he looks across at her, unsure where this is going.

J2H: Talk about what? We talk every day Mel, for hours.

Melody: I dunno, like maybe there's a question you want to ask me or something, or maybe just a talk about the future.

Before either one of them can utter another word, two masseuses walk in to the room, one male, one female. The male starts to walk around the room, lighting the candles in the room, a fresh aroma quickly hitting the air. Melody smiles as she breathes deep, smelling the lavender smell in the room. The woman walks to the side of Melody and the man towards J2H.

J2H: Just my luck.

The mumble can barely be heard but Melody quickly moves her face towards J2H.

Melody: What was that?

J2H: Oh nothing. Anyway, talk about the future?

The man starts to massage J2H's shoulders while the woman works on Melody, running her hands on her upper body.

Melody: Oh, I mean like what are we gonna do after we're done with the show and the boat docks and we can go home.

J2H: Ummmm, we probably go home, just like everyone else, except we drive for half an hour and the rest of them drag their arses to the airport.

Melody rolls her eyes as she feels her muscles relaxing.

Melody: I mean after that. Are we gonna go away somewhere to just chill out where there's only us about? Maybe somewhere romantic, somewhere where we won't be disturbed.

He wasn't sure what exactly Melody was getting at, but after a week on a ship with a lot of people he didn't like and thousands he didn't know, the thought did appeal to him. Just getting away for a while might be just the ticket after a match that threatened to do so much damage physically and mentally.

J2H: I think I might need a few days to recover from whatever hell Raab plans on putting me through. We both know he's not gonna take it easy on me after I slapped his bitch with my title belt. It's obvious he will become irate the second he gets in that ring and will be trying to rip the flesh from my bones. We both know this is gonna happen and if he does that, I could end up in hospital or something for a while. I don't know what's gonna happen, other than I'm gonna walk out with both belts. Not sure what the price I'll be paying for it.

The thought of him being hurt weighed heavy on Melody's mind from the second he accepted this match with Lord Raab. She went through hell just watching him in the Thunderdome match against Dmitri, wincing at every attack Dmitri laid on to him, feeling sick when he was assaulted over and over by the vampire. She despised the thought of barbed wire cutting in to his flesh, or being burned by exploding boards, the thought made her genuinely feel sick to her stomach.  

Melody: You're not gonna get hurt.

Her words were what she wanted him to hear, but the tone of uncertainty and a slight sound of fear in her voice instantly told J2H that she was nervous when she thought of this match.

J2H: Look, let's be realistic Mel, I could get hurt, but I could get hurt in any match. A little bit of hardware in the ring won't stop me. I got through that Thunderdome match, I'll get through this one.

Melody can't help but let a sigh pass from her lips as the nerves run through her body.

Melody: That match nearly killed you. You couldn't move right for days afterwards.

J2H: True babe, but that was the worst possible match I could have been in. Deathmatch ain't nothing compared to that. Stepping in that dome, that was hell, that was scaring, knowing he'd have to damn near kill me to beat me. Knowing that he'd have to hurt me so bad that Austin thought I couldn't continue. That match had no limits, this one is child's play compared to that. Raab is gonna be so hyped up, that he's gonna lose concentration and I will never lose concentration. I'm more confident about this than before. If he does catch me with something that hurts, I'll shake it off. We'll see what happens and how I feel after the match, and if I come through without any problems, we'll head off somewhere.

Melody smiles at the thought of a little trip away.

J2H: Besides, it's not like there's a show for a couple of weeks. SCW is usually protective of people who go through these kinda matches and give them time to recover. I'll be shocked to see either me or Raab booked on the next show regardless, same will probably be said for Mikah and Polly. Hell in a cell matches usually give people an extra week off, and if we can get you that week off two, we'll have almost two full weeks to do whatever. Can go home for a while, hang with the duck.

Melody: Your son. Not the duck.

This draws a strange look from the man massaging J2H's shoulders. He turns his head to look at the man.

J2H: It's not my son, it's a real life duck, she, well we have a duck as a pet. Don't ask why.

The man nods his head and continues to work on J2H's back. J2H turns his head towards Melody again, quickly deciding to change the subject of the duck.

J2H: I'm sure that SCW would be ok with you taking a little extra time off after a title defence. If they gotta book champions, they can book the lower ones or something.

Melody: Where do you want to go?

A million dollar question for J2H. He'd been all over the world, not just with Melody, but with SCW. He returned to SCW fairly early in their world tour a couple of years ago, travelled with them on various other tours, seeing so many places. He liked to go to places that was different, different countries, most recently Romania, so this was a tough one.

J2H: I'm not sure. We've been pretty much everywhere. We'll figure it out after I take care of Lord Raab, get off this ship and back on dry land.

Melody's mind starts to wonder, wondering where their next adventure will take them. She knew he was adventurous to some level, she knew he would happily go anywhere in the world.... Well, maybe barring Norway. She knew her leaving him for Norway still left a bitter taste in his mouth. She also knew he was a summer kinda guy and the sun was more certainly in his favour than snow.

Melody: We can look at a world map when we get back.

She knew she wanted somewhere romantic, hoping that a question would be asked. She saw what she saw on Tuesday and it wasn't a giant seagull. She knew the right moment and the right location could spawn a question she had wanted to hear for a long time in secret. She'd hinted at she wanted for her future, but she was more than happy just to have J2H in hers.

J2H: Yeah, it's not like there nowhere we can go and it is a goal to go to every country at least once, but first, I gotta get through this match and you got those titles to defend. Gotta break that Team Hero record babe.

Melody: Oh we will. I'm confident.

J2H: Good, cause you and Odette could go down in history of being the best team SCW has ever seen. It's actually pretty cool Lucas can grow up and see his mom and auntie dominating people on television.

The thought brings a smile to Melody's face. She always saw herself as the mothering type in the future and loved spending time around her best friends boy, and he loved spending time around her.

J2H: Anyway, maybe it's time to enjoy this massage. We can talk about future plans a little later.

Melody nods her head in agreement, focusing on the hands on her body, relaxing every muscle as the scene fades to black.



Finally! Finally made it through to the end of the week, where the time for everyone to start to take the event a lot more serious. A lot of people use this cruise to relax on the companies dime but when Friday rolls around, people start to take things a little more seriously. People start to think of the weekend ahead. People start thinking of the magnitude of their matches, they start to watch a few past matches, come up with a strategy, start to formulate a plan in their mind about how they're going to exploit their opponents weaknesses, how they're gonna turn their strengths against them. Some people have been doing that for weeks, like J2H. The second Lord Raab won Blast From The Past and J2H regained the championship, his mind had already been focused on Lord Raab. Not even thee curve ball of a Deathmatch could sway the young champion, his mind had already worked out every flaw Lord Raab had, including his biggest flaw - Samuel McPherson. He was ready and it was time to sell this match on the world, it was time for them to dig deep and spend some money on another SCW Supercard. It was time to make things very clear to Lord Raab.

FRIDAY.

Evening has started to fall, the sun slowly going down over the ship, as J2H stood on a higher deck. He looked completely calm as he runs his hand over the SCW World Championship belt over his shoulder, shining in the sun as it slowly faded for another day. He'd had a week packed with events, some he liked, some he hated but this, this is where things were natural for him. This was his bread and butter, this is where he made his money and this was where he was at ease. He looked down at the people below him, some still trying to catch the last of the sun's rays. He noticed Polly Playtime skipping past, darting her way through some fans and in to the hallways of the ship. He looked towards the camera and smiles.

J2H: And this is what it all comes down to Lord Raab, Summer XXXTreme V, your biggest night, the biggest night of your career and it comes down to this and this alone. The chance for glory, the chance for you to be remembered for something other than fucking that horrible looking thing you call a man, in some random bathroom, it's time for you to be remember for something good in your life and not something that make people get a little bit sick in their mouths.

The confidence flowed from him like a river to the sea, his face still calm and peaceful.

J2H: But they will not remember you for the way you'd like to be remembered, not at all, not even close to how you'd like to be remembered.

A firm shake of the champions head backs up his statement.

J2H: You think you're going to be remembered for being the first man to take both the SCW World Championship and the Internet championship at the same time. That's what you think that people are gonna remember when they talk about Lord Raab. That would be your biggest achievement to date, wouldn't it?

He pauses, smiling down the camera for just a few seconds to let it sink in.

J2H: Bad news, you won't be remembered for that. You'll be remembered as that man who came to a fight, expecting that and failing miserably. Not only that, the man who got tricked in to the match to lose that belt of his. Yes Raab, I tricked you in to it. It wasn't tough to do at all, it was really fucking simple bro. I watched Blast From The Past, I had to know who was next for when I took my belt back from that snake Rage, my bad, Jake Sullivan. I had to keep an eye on it very closely and two men who deserved it, made it to the final, but from the second those two men did, I only ever had my eye on one of them, and that Raab was you. I've beaten Ben Jordan before, that's all good and true but you had something I wanted, something I needed to complete the jigsaw pule. You had that one thing I needed to cement my legendary status in SCW, and the second I got my title back, I sat and thought about it. I thought to myself how can I rip that title from Lord Raab's hands? How can I get him to put that title in my hands and I won't lie, I was a little bit stumped. SCW rules state that Blast From The Past winners get a title shot, unless you pull a Simon Jones and win as World Champion, there's nothing in the rules about champions having to defend, and then you Raab, you shot yourself in the foot.

J2H looks up at the scene below him, looking at The Boss Ladies posing for pictures with a group of fans. He looks back down the camera.

J2H: You played right in my hands when you walked out there and gave the title shot to the most undeserving, veteran of like two single matches or something stupid like that, Samuel McPherson. You said the words you was happy with one run as the top champion and that made me see, you actually want to hold all the titles at some point, you want to do something that stands you to one side from the rest, but you didn't see it yet. You didn't see taking my title would make you the first man to hold the two top titles at the same time. I goaded you in to that match, proving how stupid you truly are...

He shakes his head in disbelief.

J2H: If you would have took the match anyway without giving it to that fool, and beat me, you'd have been a double champion anyway without having your title on the line, stopping me from becoming a double champion! How fucking stupid can one man be!?

J2H holds back a laugh, his lips smiling widely as he shakes his head at Raab stupidity.

J2H: You could have stopped me from having this chance, just by actually going through with the match. You could have been a double champion if you won, I couldn't have been if I won, and now what I've done is I've dragged you in to a position where you have to defend that title, where you don't have everything to gain, but everything to lose. As soon as I said that, I knew you couldn't back down, I knew I had you in my pocket. I knew you were right where I wanted you. I knew you couldn't be honorable to Samuel and let him keep the shot, I knew as soon as I laid things out to you, you was gonna accept and disappoint Samuel and that is where I saw something I never thought I'd see. I watched Samuel McPherson become your biggest weakness. It happened right before everyone's eyes when a week later, you said consider the challenge accepted. Samuel was standing right next to you when you said it, that must have shattered his heart Raab, that must have broke his very soul just hearing that. No matter how much you may have talked, no matter what agreement you came to, that must of broke him just hearing those words come out of your mouth.

He knew he was speaking truth. He knew what it was like to get screwed out of something, just look at Rage turning his back on J2H not too long before, he knew the feeling of betrayal.

J2H: That must be like giving a kid a piece of candy and then instantly taking it away from him when he smiles at you. It was a bitch move Raab and you made it for your own personal gain and that was the second Samuel became your weakness. How you may ask and you probably will because you're too damn stupid to work it out.

He pauses for dramatic effect, looking around the ship once more before turning back towards the camera.

J2H: See, the pressure is on you because of what you did to Samuel. The pressure is on you because if you fail, and you will fail, then you've took away his title shot for nothing. You have let him down, you have taken away his big chance to headline at a supercard, because you felt you'd stand a better chance of defeating me. You put on a mask, held up a gun and stole his chance right there for nothing at all because you are one selfish son of a bitch. Now that thought is in your mind, it's gonna be stuck right there in your mind because I put it there. You will not stand a chance against me and now you know that you have let Samuel down by taking this chance away from him. You have stole it back and you have stopped him, and it's all for nothing at all.

J2H's eyes look back towards the deck, seeing Evie Baang arguing with an unknown man. J2H shakes his head.

J2H: That's gonna end about as well for him as this is for you against me Raab. I'm not coming to the ring to get bullied by a fat man in a mask. I'm not coming to the ring to get pushed around and treated like I don't belong, because I've beaten much bigger and much better than you will ever be. I've taken down SCW legends and future legends, I have beat more people than you could imagine, people much higher up the food chain than you could ever be. You think the thought of barbed wire and explosive shit actually scares me? Actually makes me doubt myself? It doesn't Raab, I don't fear that shit and I don't fear you. This might be your kind of match, but this is my fucking supercard bro. People are paying to see me, people are paying to look at me and not look at you, they're paying to watch me fight you in your own style of match and beat you like a ginger stepchild. They didn't pay their money to watch you win a fucking thing, they showed up and spend a fuck ton of money on this cruise, to see me win. They're here to watch this guy become a double champion and you lay there in the ring regretting taking the shot away from Samuel.

He points to himself, cocky, yet confident with every word that he says.

J2H: You should have known the second I become champion again, that there was no chance for you and no chance for Samuel. Part of me can't help but think you handed the shot to Samuel just because you knew you had no chance against me, you knew you be embarrassed in that ring, so you threw Samuel to the wolves and stepped away. Part of me thinks when you grew those balls a little and jumped in to the spotlight, you knew you had to go for something violent, just to give yourself a little advantage over me. You knew because I called you out for being a coward, you couldn't just stand and take that. You knew you had to step up to the plate, but you knew you couldn't beat me one on one in a normal match so you stacked the deck, in what you thought was your favor, but it wasn't. What you've done is put yourself in a place with so much pressure on you, that you will fold. Your kinda match, taking a shot from Samuel, the very real chance of losing, the pressure is all on you.

He points down the camera to prove his point, but quickly pulls his hands up in a defensive stance.

J2H: I stood there and listened to you just under two weeks ago, well for the little you said and well, you're not very creative, are you? You want to beat the living shit out of me. Now how many opponents have you said that to in the past?

He taps his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

J2H: Oh yeah, every fucking opponent you've ever faced in your life. Yet, you admit to wanting to beat the shit out of me, get away with everything you possibly can, yet you still claim you never stacked this match in your favor? Fucking hell bro, pick a lane and drive in it. You couldn't beat the shit out of me in a normal match, so you go for one you can beat the shit out of me in, who does this one favor? I mean I'm a wrestler, a man who can take a normal match and do magical things, yet you're a man who has built a career in these kinda matches to kick the shit out of people. Are you seeing the big picture yet?

He waves his hands around, starting with his hands together at the top, pulling them around in a rectangle shape and meeting them again at the bottom.

J2H: You picked the match because you wanted to beat the shit out of me, couldn't do it in a normal match, so with me talking like this, can you now see you did it to try and get an advantage over me? Cause you see it now Raab? Cut the bullshit, because it's as clear as day. Claiming this is your last solo match? Well ain't I the honored one, you say you want to end my career, get in fucking line cause everyone says that to me, but worthless career? Really? Worthless?

Another shake of the head comes from the champion, one with pure disappointment in his eyes.

J2H: I've done more in my SCW career than you could ever dream of. Mr I'm happy holding the World title once. That must have been the best five weeks of your career.

The sarcastic tone fills the air as J2H rolls his eyes and smiles.

J2H: I remember my first five weeks as World champion, and the next five week, and the next, and the next, and the next and the next, oh, and the next. You get the picture.... Well, you probably don't but everyone else gets the picture. How about your three month run as Roulette champion? That must have fond memories for ya. So did my four month run, so many good memories for that one. How about your tag title run, was it as fun as my four month one of those.... Oh wait.

He taps his chin, his eyes pointed upwards as he thinks.

J2H: Kudos on the six week Internet championship run, I'm sure that was fun but all good things come to an end, cause in two days that comes to an end. Now, looking back at that what I just said, who really has had the worthless SCW career? That would be you bro, because what I've done, you can't keep up with. Bitches in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones.

He bows his head, a smirk on his face as he looks up at the camera.

J2H: That must sting, eh Raab? That must bite you hard, knowing that once I take that title belt from you, I become a grand slam champion, I become a man that got there before you did. That must eat you alive inside. That must really weigh heavy on that child like mind of yours knowing that will without a doubt put me in the Hall of Fame before you can even be considered. It's all about the achievement for you, it's gonna rip you apart knowing that I'm gonna get there before you. That guy who's career you'd love to end, the guy who you want to beat so bad is gonna get there before you, he's gonna get there and you're gonna be regretting every decision you ever made.

He looks up at the evening sky, taking a deep breath before looking at his title belt on his shoulder.

J2H: This thing right here is gonna have a little company soon, cause not only will this be coming home with me but so will the Internet Title.

He turns his head towards the camera.

J2H: And you can try as hard as you want to stop it Raab. You can make a deal with the devil himself or pray to the almighty, whatever floats your boat, but not even they will bet against me in this one. Not even they would be stupid enough to go against me when it comes to me keeping my title, because when you look at it Raab, when you really, really look at things, there's not a person on this planet that thinks you stand a chance in hell against me, there's not a person in history that would have ever thought you'd have stood a chance against me. No one past, present, or even future would back against me here because I'm not coming here to end my career. I'm not coming here to have someone with the IQ of a tennis shoe beat the shit out of me, I'm coming here to win, I'm coming here to end the myth that you are any kind of monster, I'm coming here to show people no matter what match is thrown at me, no matter how much it favor's someone else, I will always find a way to win, and more importantly that all that Raab...

He breathes deeply as he continues to look down the camera, his eyebrows slightly raised in a confident smirk.

J2H: I'm coming here to cement my legacy.

He nods with all the confidence in the world as he looks deep in to the camera.

J2H: That's real talk bitch!

He turns around, walking away from the camera, the camera slowly fading out the further the SCW World champion moves away from it, eventually fading to black.

[Konrad Raab]

 



Week one: Asking Sarah to go on the boat with Lord Raab and Samuel. Las Vegas, Nevada. Monday 26th June.

It was unusual for Lord Raab on wanting to talk to Sarah as he's still feeling very uncomfortable with talking to women, but Evie, Fizz and Sarah were different as he knew them already, but in general being around with women strangers was still a consistent struggle with Lord Raab. He knows he's going to be on the boat, problem was Sarah didn't as Raab found out himself he's gonna wrestle on the boat and he hated it. He hated the idea being surrounded with other wrestlers, especially forcing himself to be in the same place as his opponent which was a major problem with Lord Raab.

It was why he flat out refused to be on it last year and he still had the same feeling for this year as well as before Sarah comes in, he speaks to Samuel while sitting on the sofa.

Lord Raab: “Fucking hate being in the same place as that James prick and most of all, I fucking hate boat journeys. So boring and I hate being in the same place as my opponent. It's like torture for me.”

It was clear Raab still felt the same as last year on his feelings on being on a boat and Samuel reminds him about them sleeping next to Ben Jordan's room from what Henry told them the other day and he sighs at the thought of it already as he speaks.

Lord Raab: “Yeah, you're right.”

It was bitterness on how down he was because of being in the same place as his opponent and he hated the idea, but at least the thought of defending his Internet belt and that he wanted a deathmatch with James was in the cards, but he says this to Samuel.

Lord Raab: “Thank god it's only for this year because if I lose against J2H, my solo's career in SCW will officially be done. None of these one off returns and that petty shit these retired wrestlers do. This will be it for me and you'll start a new path of achieving solo's belts without me.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Samuel was looking forward to starting as a pro wrestler on his own without Raab as he can only learn from being on his own without Lord Raab alongside him to guide him like he did on occasions, but at that point of the room being quiet, the doorbell rang as Raab went to get it as he stood up and opens the door to allow Sarah in the house as she took a seat and Samuel decides to leave Raab and Sarah alone as he goes upstairs and writes down what he needs to take with him on the boat as Raab speaks to Sarah.

Lord Raab: “We have a problem next week. I have to fight this dumbass J2H on a boat in a deathmatch for the SCW Internet and the Heavyweight title.”

Sarah: “Wait, you mean you're gonna be away without me? You promised to be with me for the rest of the pregnancy. I shouldn't have trusted you, you son of a bitch.”

Lord Raab: “No, I meant for you to come along with us. Jesus, relax. I would never leave you all by yourself.”

As he says that, he rubs her stomach before speaking again.

Lord Raab: “Especially with mine and Samuel's baby you're carrying. Fuck no, I'm not leaving you, but rather you come with us, but you must stay in the boat room most of the time during the day. There's no way in hell I'm allowing James to find out about you.”

Sarah: “Oh thank goodness. Yeah sure, of course I'll come with you, Samuel and Henry on the boat.”

Lord Raab: “Yeah it's fucking great........................NOT.”

Sarah: “What? You don't want me on the boat?”

Lord Raab: “More like I don't want to be on this damn boat for a week. I hate everyone, but Ben Jordan in that locker room. I don't want to be in the same damn place as my opponent.”

Voice: “But you have to Raab, no two ways about it.”

It was then Henry coming through the door, although he wondered where Samuel was, but Raab pointed upstairs to Henry as he allows Samuel to be before he sits down, wondering what they were talking about apart from the part of Raab not liking to be on a boat, but he figured out he's already asked Sarah, but asks the question anyway.

Henry Losak: “So, is Sarah coming with us on the boat?”

Sarah: “Yes I am. I'd go anywhere with Markus and Samuel, especially they'll be parents to the baby.”

Henry Losak: “Of course. We'll discuss more of this later this week before we go on board on Sunday which I'll get a ticket for Sarah right now. For the rest of the week you two relax, with some training in between Raab of course.”

Lord Raab: “Like I refuse to train for my matches anyway. I'm not like some fucks who treat wrestling like a fucking playground since you get respected more for being entertaining than taking the sport seriously.”

That was done, the deal was done with Sarah coming on the boat with Raab, Samuel and Henry as he leaves the apartment to get some business done on getting another ticket for the boat trip they were going to be on as Raab continuously shakes his head with Samuel coming down as he knows he hates being on the boat to wrestle when it wasn't fear of water at all, more down to hating being on the boat cos other than gym work, there's nothing else for him to do.

He wasn't someone who'd lay on the seat on the boat or jump in a swimming pool with other people or wasn't someone who'd watch movies at cinema or drinking socially with his friends, he was quite closet person as he hates interacting with others, especially those he didn't want anything to do with, especially his opponent.

Of course they'll talk throughout the night about the boat trip they were going on and Raab knew he had to put up with it regardless of his hatred for boat trips as it lasted up until Saturday with the discussions with of course a lot of training for the matches at the same time.

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Week 2: Encouragement to come out of the room. Location unknown. Wednesday 5th July.

Ever since they got on a boat on Sunday, except for at nights when he's been down at the gym, all Lord Raab's been doing is nothing in his room, while Samuel's been having all the fun as he's been drinking and watching movies at cinema and everything you can do, but it's been a major problem and most people thought Raab had died because he barely appeared other than when he had a problem with being on the boat which is the case which even Henry and Ben got concerned, but Sarah in a way was relieved Raab wasn't going anywhere due to her not being alone.

But at the same time, she knew how unhappy he was being on the boat as he really didn't like it at all, especially Henry and Samuel have tried everything to get Raab to come out of the room and having some fun, but he wouldn't budge, making excuses of being too ill to come out. Henry had been talking to Ben about the fear of socialising with other people and it was the right day to get Raab out of the room as he hears a knock on the door. He ignores it, but it was for the second time he had to acknowledge it.

Lord Raab: “Fuck off. I don't want to surround myself with any of the SCW pricks around here.”

As Ben stands at the door, he knew that would still be an issue of him being forced to be around people as this was a big major thing for him and of course Raab has no idea who was at the door because he refused to open it as Ben speaks.

Ben Jordan: “Hey, it's me mate. I know you don't like to socialise with other people, but you never guess what I found on the boat.”

Lord Raab: “If it's nothing to do with gym work, I don't want to know.”

Ben Jordan: “While it's not gym work, I found out what your favourite hobby is when you don't train for your matches. Something involving playing games on a TV?”

Lord Raab: “I don't want to come out because my opponent will be there and I don't want to see his fucking face.”

Ben Jordan: “Mate, you've been in your room for four days now and Henry's concerned you've locked yourself up. I know it's a massive jump from the day you socialised with me, Ryan, Jamie, Amy and Evie, but come on mate. Say I'd ban J2H and my opponents from being in the same room with us, would you come out? It'll be fun Raab. I brought some games with me to play on the PS4.”

Raab sits on the bed silently, wondering what he should do as he was still a little afraid to be around people he doesn't want to see and Sarah speaks to Raab quietly.

Sarah: “I know you are wanting to protect me, but Ben's right, you need to come out once in a while just to walk around. I know you have by smoking on the balcony, but you need time with Ben. He wants to help you and he did say he won't allow J2H or the Bad Boys come. I'm sure Samuel would like to see you try at least to interact.”

Raab nods as for the first time since Sunday and a few occasions to have food brought to him to eat in his room, he unlocks the door and opens it as he decides to come out and leaves Sarah behind as the last thing Raab wants is people knowing Sarah was pregnant with his and Samuel's kid. He crunches his whole body which Ben spots.

Ben Jordan: “Mate, it will be fine, trust me. Nobody is gonna ruin our fun. We'll have so much fun together and you'll thank me for it. Lets go to this room where video games are and show me what you can do on the PS4.”

Lord Raab: “Yeah, sounds good to me. Finally at least something decent to do on this pathetic boat.”

Raab sighed as he still hated the idea of being out of his room, but at the same time, he knew he had to just to enjoy himself, no matter how painful it was for him to come out and just have fun as when they reached to the video games room, he sees Samuel and Jamie there, playing some sort of zombie game as Jamie turns towards Raab.

Jamie Dean: “Glad to see you've come out.”

Of course, even Jamie Dean had no clue until Henry mentioned earlier about the hobby Samuel and Raab do in their spare time to play on the PS4. Ben already had a FIFA 17 game going as he had the team selection menu already which surprised Raab as he hadn't played a football game for months since Samuel was more of a NFL fan as he speaks.

Lord Raab: “Reminds me of the past. I love football. My brother and I support FC Koln.”

Ben Jordan: “Wow, I had no idea. I'm glad I brought the game now. They've had a cracking season, haven't they?”

Lord Raab: “Damn right they did, going to Europe. They've come such a long way since they were promoted to Bundesliga. Secret is Fizz has got me and Konrad tickets for their first Europa league game FC Koln are playing in.”

Ben Jordan: “Yeah mate, I love football you see. I go to the games when I'm not wrestling of course. Great fun out there. Lets see how you do against me on FIFA 17.”

They select teams they supported which was obvious the team Raab's gonna pick and Ben Jordan selected Millwall as they start to play at Koln's ground and it seems both Ben and Raab are very competitive which lead to Samuel and Jamie watching on with Raab completely forgetting about the fear of being in public with other people and focuses right on the game itself and suddenly, Raab scored a goal with his team as Ben applauded Raab.

Ben Jordan: “Nice shot.”

Raab smiles as he's enjoying the company a lot with his two pals with Jamie patting Raab on his back and they continue playing which leads to half time as they sub some of their players before they play the second half of the game as Samuel sees Raab having a lot of fun and even praises Raab for coming out of his room to play a game as Raab's clearly focused on the game, but then Ben scores a goal and he does the thumbs up before they play again. The football game goes on until it was injury time. After the injury time was up, they decided to go for penalty shoot out stip.

They scored goals until Raab saved one and the time Ben missed, Raab won the game for FC Koln which left Ben shocked to know how good Raab was at playing a football game.

Ben Jordan: “Wow, I didn't expect you to be that good.”

Lord Raab: “Neither did I, considering I hadn't played FIFA in months. Seems like we so should add each other on our PS4's. Me and Samuel have our own accounts.”

Ben Jordan: “Seems like you and Samuel are good at this hobby. Damn dude.”

Lord Raab: “While I had fun, is it possible I can talk to Evie Baang tomorrow? I never got the chance to thank her for what she's done with me, changing my life around.”

Ben Jordan: “Sure thing mate. I'll talk to her and see what we can do.”

It was a good thing Raab had fun with Ben, but he knew at the same time, he had to work with Ben too because while Jamie wasn't that kind of guy who was an aggressive wrestler and Samuel was still learning, Raab gets serious as he speaks.

Lord Raab: “I see you're nervous about unleashing the real Ben Jordan out.”

Ben Jordan: “You got me, yeah that's another reason why I want to talk to you because no offence to Jamie, he can't help me with being a monster and wreak through Bad Boys like you can. Tell me, how do I get angry?”

Lord Raab: “Dude, it's fucking easy man, especially they injured you. You seek revenge on those bitches, tear one of their pussy bandwagon apart with their arm or leg and crush their fucking soul. You can't always be too nice dude. That's why my brother lost a match lately cos he wasn't aggressive enough and that's what you have to do. They may use weapons, but I wanna see the evil Ben.”

Ben Jordan: “Really?”

Lord Raab: “Yes because you should want to hurt them so bad that they'll regret doing it ever again. You tear their fucking heads off and punch the living day lights out of them and go for the win. Heck you should do the same too Jamie. I have faith you guys will retain the tag titles.”

Ben Jordan: “Thank you mate. Been great for you to give us this advice to take down The Bad Boys.”

Jamie Dean: “Yeah man, it's well needed and I've been telling Ben he has to unleash the angry dangerous side of him myself. Nobody will think of you any less, especially you Raab.”

Raab knew it got to him a little bit, but Samuel shakes his head to relax Raab a little bit, taking in the feedback he was given by the boys themselves as he had lack any aggression he had for the match and Raab addresses it straight away.

Lord Raab: “Trust me, I've kept quiet to that infant for a reason and everything I will say about him, I'm addressing it on camera, but problem is I don't exactly know where I can address the match from on this damn fucking boat. You guys know my reasons for wanting a deathmatch against J2H and I want to remembered more than just a guy who beat J2H for the titles, I want to be remembered for my matches in SCW for hardcore matches.”

Ben Jordan: “There's plenty of places, but I know you're not a big fan of being located in a place for the cameras, but you can do it man and you even got J2H in your sights. Fact is he's a cocky little shit who's bragging on how much he'll beat you.”

Lord Raab: “Yeah and hitting Samuel for no fucking reason spilt the beans for me and he'll get a payback of his own, me ending his fucking career like I did with Despayre and Goth. Everyone is gonna witness the last match James will ever fucking have in his career.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Ben Jordan: “Then we have Samuel going on his own path for single titles glory as well. Starting with the Roulette title?”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Ben Jordan: “Of course, you got to earn it first, but for now, we'll better go our own separate ways for now as I'll go to talk with Evie to get you and her to talk again as you requested.”

Lord Raab: “Yeah, I better get back to Sarah. She feels a little scared being on her own for so long without me and Samuel around her. I'll see you whenever.”

Ben waves to Raab and Samuel as they went straight back into the room they were sleeping with Sarah in as they see her being fast asleep as although Sarah was sleeping, Samuel and Raab made love quietly before Sarah wakes up an hour later as she ends up joining in with them before it was two in the morning for them to sleep most of the day.

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Week 2: Meeting and thanking Evie Baang. Unknown Location. Thursday 6th July.

After Ben Jordan told Raab last night on her agreeing to meet with Lord Raab, he woke up and he leaves the room as he goes to meet Evie in the games room as he sees Evie already being there as Raab was five minutes late of meeting her as he obviously didn't realise as he straight away reacts to the whole thing.

Lord Raab: “Sorry I'm late, I only just woke up.”

Evie Baang: “No worries. I only just got here myself.”

Raab acknowledges that Evie was also a bit late as well as he knew she has an upcoming title match as well as he did and it was because they worked together to reach their goals or in Raab's case, achieving the goal of being someone who can now trust women and he finally has the chance to do something he's never ever done in his life to a woman that is.

Lord Raab: “I guess boat trips at least got me the chance to say something to you, something I've not said to any woman before. Look, I know we've not spoken since we won the Blast From The Past tournament, but I've been so busy that I honestly never got the chance to thank you for really knocking my fears off the planet.”

Evie Baang: “More than welcome and I guess I have you to thank as well because you opened up my life a little more and got me more angrier than I was. I mean I'm trying to get help because of you. Fact is I learned a lot just as much as you did.”

Lord Raab: “Yes and I have something to tell you. Before the finals of the tournament, I was so sure we'd win the entire thing that I went to California, but I ended up going there not just to meet with my brother to help him with a hardcore match.”

It was silent for a minute as he was pretty proud he done something he's about to tell Evie as he continues to speak.

Lord Raab: “Konrad had problems with a stalker who kept following him everywhere and was freaking him out so to stop that, what I did was I dragged her in my hotel room and fucked her. Yes I said it, I fucked this girl to a point I got her pregnant. Now if it wasn't for the teaming part, I'd never be in a position now where I'm gonna be a dad.”

Evie Baang: “Oh my god. I had no idea.”

Lord Raab: “Neither did I. I didn't expect to lead to what I did, but my head was telling me to because I realised even before the finals, you allowed me to open up to you due to how secure I felt. Like I wasn't afraid to allow to create a baby with her because of you. I guess that's where my confidence came from.”

Evie Baang: “I'm really glad you're making steps forward. I feel the same as well and I may have not appeared on screen as much as you, but Crystal barely appears with her title and so I'm more than focused on beating the fuck out of her.”

Lord Raab: “I know you are and I see it in your eyes just how bad you want to win the Bombshells title. Heck I'd love to see you win over Crystal who honestly is treating the title like crap, while wrestlers like James Tuscini was a fucking pussy to let J2H walk all over him cos he respected him. Fuck that shit. I don't respect shitheads like J2H who gave handout title shots to the weakest members of the roster without earning shit for the belt.”

Of course Evie was listening to every word Raab was saying when it comes to his hatred for J2H and he sighs before he continues to speak.

Lord Raab: “I'll say shit like how it is. I will never respect him and it's one of the reasons why I challenged J2H to a deathmatch because I want to end that stupid infant's career in SCW since it's near enough ending in SCW sooner rather than later and will capture those two belts like you will with Crystal who's just as bad as J2H was the Heavyweight champion first time around.”

Evie Baang: “Except that J2H at least defends his title every week. Crystal's got lucky with the title reign she's having. She doesn't have any tits to take me on and I'll end her worthless title streak she has cos she's a fluke who doesn't give a shit about SCW.”

Lord Raab: “While J2H's too much of a pussy to prove himself in global wrestling tournaments to represent SCW. Fuck, I've done a shit ton of them and yet, he goes to say he does radio stations to promote the company. Only for himself, not growing the company as a whole. A lot of wrestlers came to SCW cos of me. Fact is I talked to a lot of wrestlers outside of SCW if they knew who J2H was and none of them knew who the fuck he was.”

Evie Baang: “Wow, goes to show doesn't it? He may have been on radios and TV shows, but you promote SCW in the wrestling world by delivering in the ring in global wrestling tournaments. I'd love to do that one day to represent SCW as a champion. More wrestlers in SCW should step out of their comfort zone and represent the company.”

Of course, Evie was on about the Hardcore Invitational tournament coming up in FAW company pretty soon which Raab signed up for a few days before he got on the ship and he smirked before he speaks.

Lord Raab: “Only problem is they won't because they are fucking pussies. They are afraid of competition and J2H does fear competition. Otherwise, he would've gave the tougher opponents the first shot of his belt when he was champion first time around. He beats on the weak instead of tough asses, just like Crystal currently does, then again, I'm not surprised with the bitches in Black Sheep, considering they've been irrelevant since me and Samuel beat their asses brutally and fast. They weren't even a match for us.”

Evie Baang: “I'm glad you're moving forward and that I helped you because I'm usually really bad at helping people and I'm the last person you expect to see me as a rolemodel for women out there.”

Raab hugs Evie as much as it was strange for Evie to feel something from Raab, it was still a pleasant surprise, more so he lifts his mask up a bit and kisses her on the cheek and before he goes back to see Samuel and Sarah, he says this.

Lord Raab: “Thank you again. I need to go and see Samuel and Sarah cos you know, me and him are gonna be parents to twin babies, something only you and Ben know about in SCW and I have you to thank on getting my confidence back. I'll see you around.”

Raab didn't get a chance to say goodbye, apart from waving to Evie before he walks off and leaves the games room to head back to his room and chills out for a while with Samuel and Sarah watching some love movie together as Raab joins in to have some fun with them and the fact he knew he has and will do a lot of training the next few days until Sunday for the deathmatch itself.

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Week 2: Discussing Lord Raab's wrestling future and J2H. Location Unknown. Friday 7th July.

Henry hadn't even gotten around to talk to Raab on the other offers he had from various of companies after he's done and dusted with SCW which he was so very close on doing, more so after he's won, defended the tag titles and then losing them to move forward and had already started looking at other companies as it is as they were all in Raab's, Samuel's and Sarah's room all together as he begins to speak while the lads and Sarah drink diet coke.

Henry Losak: “I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, but Carnage Wrestling boss actually got back to me after you've done the tournament, asking me if you'd consider returning full time in the company.”

Lord Raab: “When did that happen?”

Henry Losak: “A few weeks ago. They said they'd gladly sign you after your performance in the Monarchy Of Anarchy tournament you were in. So no need to check that place out and then signing up to wrestle in the FAW Hardcore invitational tournament as well. See, there's plenty of offers out there for you already.”

Lord Raab: “Hm, maybe I'll consider taking Carnage Wrestling's offer too. Damn it, just so many options for me.”

Henry Losak: “Oh I know and believe me, I told the CW owner to leave the option open in case Raab makes the decision to join your company.”

Although it was good to talk about Raab's future in the business of after he's done with SCW, Raab quickly wants to move on with the upcoming match he has with J2H.

Lord Raab: “Enough of that, we'll talk about J2H who's the biggest fucking pussy I've come across. Heck I may not have been brutal with him, but fuck if I'm gonna be nicey dicey with him because that shit's not fucking happening. Not with how much of a fucking joke he's been. You know he thinks the deathmatch is pointless?”

Henry Losak: “I know like he has no understanding of why you want to do this match and it's not like you two haven't faced before. That win he got over you was only because you had no interest in the Heavyweight title. I mean you kinda don't now, but still this would be a huge achievement for you to accomplish and after this event, Samuel will step into the frame of being in the Roulette title hunt.”

Lord Raab: “He will because the competition there is fucking stale as fuck. Same three fucking wrestlers challenging for the Roulette belt. I made that title different in my own hands, while these guys play circles around the belt. Like the circles going round with the Heavyweight title as of late. I may have defeated Dimtri twice for the Internet belt, but nobody stepped up to the plate and besides, J2H may have made the biggest mistake of his life.”

Henry Losak: “You have shown J2H weakness, you realise he's gonna pick apart at it?”

Lord Raab: “Yes, but at the same time, I pick apart on his dumbass fluke girlfriend he has with her and I can say shit about her because he's weak as fuck as well. He's fucking stupid and he's not been a good champion as he says he has. He was fucking awful as champion and him beating Samuel, he's a fucking chickenshit and I'll teach him a thing or two by brutally beating the fuck out of this infant.”

Of course a lot of training has gone down with Lord Raab lately along with being a little more open with his friend Ben Jordan and Evie Baang the other day and he was feeling quite secure for the first time in his life, but at the same time, Samuel drew a picture of Raab smashing J2H with a steel chair and strangles him with a rope.

Lord Raab: “Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do to this fucking child. He can call me ugly all he wants, but it doesn't affect me, nor does he attacking you either. As I said, he's making a big mistake if he thinks he can blow me off as a threat. The only reason why he was champion in that rumble match was because not only I wasn't in it, but because he was a joke and he still is. I fucking hate that guy to the pit of my body, but little does he know what insults I aim to dish out on him. Little does he know he brought The Monster side of me back.”

Henry Losak: “Indeed. As you said, you got a lot of things you want to say to J2H and he'll get his feelings hurt quicker than he expects you to do. He has no idea what or why you wanted to have this deathmatch with him.”

Lord Raab: “I hate pricks like him who are so cocky and all about themselves you know. He thinks delusional thoughts on how he's gonna win the match before it even begins what because he beat me last time? It's like saying Drake Green will beat J2H again. Same old fucking story. Heck Drake Green had to beat him cos it was the only competition he had and Jake was too scared to face his friend.”

Henry Losak: “Exactly. Anyway, I leave you with your thoughts on J2H as I know you got a lot to say regarding that and the title/s you'll defend and win once again because you have confidence in yourself as well, more you than him because you haven't bragged about winning like he does because he knows he has no fucking chance against you. What anger you're hiding only makes you more stronger than he is.”

Henry was right, when Raab was silent, it only spelt trouble as he knows he'll get hurt, he embraces the world of pain and suffering every single time he steps into the ring and Sarah has the worry on her face on Raab's type of match he placed himself in.

Sarah: “Please, b............”

Lord Raab: “Sorry, but careful is not the right fucking word with me. I won't be careful because everything is a risk in this match, myself included. If I get hurt, so be it. I'm not afraid of dying in the ring. I'm more afraid of being dead outside of the ring because if I die in wrestling, at least I died doing something I love. I'll fuck this kid up.”

Sarah: “But our baby. Come on Raab please, reconsider the match.”

Lord Raab: “No fucking way am I gonna reconsider. You think I kept silent for this long to lead the match to happen in the first fucking place? No because I refuse to be a fucking coward and most of all, I refuse to defend my title against weak wrestlers like James done in the past. Fuck you.”

Raab leaves the room to give himself a little bit of a breather as he knew he went way too far with what he said to Sarah to fuck herself, especially the child she was carrying which luckily nobody knew about in SCW apart from those he trusts and an hour later, he comes back in the room, apologising to Sarah and she says this.

Sarah: “I know you want to be violent, I can't change that, but I guess you want to let the anger out because of being on this boat. At least this might be the last ever time you'll be on it.”

Lord Raab: “Yeah that's true. This boat trip is fucking boring, just like how boring J2H has been and honestly, he's just a footnote to try and stop me, but little does he know what I can really do to fuck him up.”

Sarah: “You said it and you'll win the Internet and the Heavyweight title belts because J2H is just your fucking bitch.”

Lord Raab: “That he will be. If you excuse me, I want to go down the gym and get my focus on the match ahead of me. You'll be good and stay here with Samuel and if anybody tries to get in Samuel, beat the living shit out of them.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Raab leaves the room to go down to the gym since it was one in the morning when everybody was asleep, while Samuel and Sarah go off to sleep together in the same bed as Samuel has his arms around Sarah to protect the twins he and Raab were going to have. Samuel especially couldn't wait to be a dad as he's done a lot for Sarah on helping her do things a pregnant woman shouldn't do and even cooking Sarah meals that are suited for her diet at the moment. Raab comes back to the room at 5 in the morning before he goes off to sleep too.

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Week 2: Engine room. Unknown Location. Saturday 8th July.

The day Lord Raab dreaded as he much preferred to get down to the point rather than having to stop every few minutes to show the world where exactly where he was which was childish sort of thing for him. It was more what his twin brother would do as he wasn't laying by the pool or interacting with the fans like he usually does because he doesn't give a fuck about them as he hears the noises from the engines going off and has some weapons nearby he brought to the engine room and he starts to talk.

Lord Raab: “I fucking hate this boat event as it's the most pathetic venue to wrestle each other on this boring boat. Yeah I fucking said it, boats are boring and there's nothing interesting for me to do on here at all. People say there's plenty to do? Give me a fucking wrestling ring or an MMA octagon and we'll see what's more fun cos I don't give a fuck about you fans or doing singing events like some of you stupid fucks do. No because what I prefer to do is get straight down to the point of J2H being a complete fucking dumbass who acts like he's so tough, such a tough ass, but only thing is he's a weak fucking bitch as well. So fucking weak that he thinks I'm weak for not reacting to him as much as I did.”

He obviously was pissed at J2H, but was also pissed on being on the boat and knew the only reason he was on the boat was to fight, not for anything else and he hated this already.

Lord Raab: “Fact is the only reason why I'm on this fucking boat is because of J2H. I only came here to fight and you can go around, saying how you've weakened me, but did you know you thickheaded infant that the wrestlers who are the most quiet are more dangerous than ones who run their fucking mouth like you did? Oops because your fucking bitch Melody is just like you, a fluke wrestler who's fucking useless. Yeah you are useless because all you go on about is how me and Samuel failed to capture the tag belts in a hardcore tag match which is completely pointless when this isn't a tag team match.”

Of course, Raab knew J2H was an attention seeker when it come to showing the confidence he always shows and the noises of the engine is not something any sort of wrestler could stand for a minute.

Lord Raab: “I'm sick and tired of you saying you're gonna win the match what because you beaten me last time? Last time, I had no interest in winning your Heavyweight title because you made that belt to be a complete fucking joke. Everyone goes on about how impressive your title reign was, actually it wasn't because if beating people who were low class wrestlers is anything to be impressive about, you're just one sad fucking man, especially you've only been known for the Heavyweight title. The tag and the Roulette title reigns, nobody remembers.”

Raab laughs as he knew J2H was a joke to him and although he was a threat and Raab went to address that.

Lord Raab: “Yes although you are a threat when it comes to your moves, but not by much when you failed to defeat Drake Green for the belt because Jake was too much of a pussy to face you, exactly like he's always feared to face his friends in the ring because he has no balls like you and James Tuscini was a fucking pussy to respect you the way he did. Seriously he had no balls either. Me? I'm the only person who thought your title reign for the Heavyweight title was a joke, especially when you defended it against TNA and Conner Murphy of all people in your first title defence.”

Raab places his hand on his mouth, knowing he'll easily get into J2H's head before speaking once again.

Lord Raab: “Oh no, I went through the same shit as last time, but why do I give a fuck because I don't fucking respect or like you because you aren't worth a damn, just like you feel the deathmatch is pointless? Facing you in a singles match once again is pointless because I know you're insecure, but this is not a damn cage match you thick idiot, this is a deathmatch, a whole different game to a cage or even a hardcore match because I have no problems ending your pathetic career because little boys who are so self centred and who look like a baby don't belong in this business. Sorry I tell the story as it is, but Drake made you your bitch and you didn't even stand a chance against him. Dimtri has turned into a joke so the whole match you had against him is the past because since he lost to me three times, he hasn't been the same and how many careers have you ended since you've been here?”

Of course Raab hadn't forgotten about Equinox career ending J2H did, but it's the only one he knew as he smirks on how weak J2H was.

Lord Raab: “Only one with Equinox, but he's gone and I've gotten Despayre and Goth injured all in one year so yeah, I'm more fucking dangerous than you claimed to be because when that bitch Melody is around you twenty four seven, it makes you a weak pathetic man who sleeps with that whore and is practically someone who guides you to the ring. Melody's wrestling career in SCW is done, just like yours will be when I've beaten the living daylights out of you and I didn't say this, but I'm a monster and I always will be, especially when I'll use any fucking weapons on your useless ass.”

It got Raab so hyped a little bit when the engines make very loud noises in the background as he holds up varied weapons, including a C4 explosive as he holds it up and continues.

Lord Raab: “I have no problems planting this into your fucking mouth and fingers because you talk non fucking stop about how you're gonna win this match? Actually I will because I posed a lot more than you as a threat. I don't need to go on about winning the Heavyweight and the Internet title because I have confidence I can do that and I don't want to be remembered as a guy who beat James in a normal match setting, I want to be remembered as the guy who was a hardcore and violent wrestler and how many wrestlers can claim to be the most violent and hardcore wrestler in SCW?”

He leaves that for J2H to answer until he knew in himself that he was the only guy who invented Hardcore wrestling and made the title to the Violence title.

Lord Raab: “Exactly, there's nobody out there who has the will and guts to end your SCW career because lets face it, your career is coming to an end due to the fact of how you've acted towards and I see it in your eyes that your passion for SCW is slowly dying and for me, it is as well, but it's only because I've done everything there's to do in the solo's division, especially I'll be the first wrestler who's currently on this roster to beat you brutally, viciously and be another victim to end your wrestling career even so you'll spend time being in the wheelchair, getting bathed and everything you're stupid whore of a girlfriend Melody will do everything for you because you'll be too broken psychically and mentally to do anything about it.”

Raab laughs while the engines are so loud you could barely hear what Raab's saying, just as he feels with the amount of talk James does with Lord Raab and speaks.

Lord Raab: “You bark is louder than your bite James and you know you don't stand a fucking chance of beating me, even if you're confidence makes you have delusions, you've crossed the wrong fucking line and if I had the chance to beat Melody up without you knowing, I fucking would use a piledriver on Melody on the hardest part of the boat to teach you a lesson and I would've done it if SCW weren't so fucking sexiest to allow male and female wrestlers attack one another. I can't wait to use everything and take risks I've never gone before to a point I'll shut your fucking mouth once and for all when the only thing you'll be saying is Raab made me my bitch and he's ended my wrestling career.”

Raab has a few victims he ended careers off in his time in SCW which were Goth, Despayre and even Alex Kaelin once in his career when he was apart of a stable with him and Andrew back in the early days as he continues for the last time.

Lord Raab: “Nobody wants to see another J2H Heavyweight title reign last as long as it did because you faced weaker challengers and now you got the biggest dog you've faced in a while, a lot more than that Jake cunt because unlike those wrestlers, I've earned this shot by winning the tournament and I'll make the most of it by destroying you like you are a footnote to me, regardless of the threat you say you are, but you aren't to this monster because I will wreak and destroy the fuck out of you, more so what you did to Samuel, then again I could have put a beating to Melody earlier for revenge.

You'll be bitching once again when you lose this match and I'll be the first and only person to hold the Internet and the Heavyweight belts at the same time. I've done more than you here and you won't be standing well if at all once your soul is taken out of you because you are a pussy since you not once took a shot at me and that's fear James. You fear me more now than ever before and I fucking want to win a lot more than you do and you'll be blooded and beaten to shreds with scars and blood all over you because tomorrow night on this shitty boat, I will either pin or submit you and if I do place you in a submission, I won't let go until a bunch of referees come and save your ass because you'll wish you wouldn't mess and fuck with me ever again. Prepare to be Raabinated by The Masked German Monster who'll be the Internet and the Heavyweight champion in a deathmatch.”

Raab leaves the engine room as he goes straight back to his room and heads straight off to sleep after the amount of shouting and yelling he done towards James today before the biggest match in SCW history takes place tomorrow night on the boat.