28th May 2023.
He had stayed in that hospital for a week, constantly being a thorn in the side of hospital staff and other patients alike, demanding almost hourly to be discharged and sent home but the hospital staff, as much as they would have liked to have seen the back of J2H, refused to let him go before he wanted. He'd already had a speedy recovery while being there, everything healing well and ahead of schedule.
He had sent Melody back to Beverly Hills, feeling his son's education was more important then his hospital stay and turned down her offer to come back for the weekend, Simpson was sent to the medical centre to help him return to home.
Simpson: Are you ready to go sir?
Simpson looked at J2H as he pulled his jacket on to his shoulder, his face still bruised from the harsh landing of metal vs the human body.
J2H: I'm fine Simpson, I just need to get the fuck out of this place because these places have a way of fucking with your head more then fixing your body.
His body was improving, but the effects of cracked ribs seemed to be the lingering pain left along with issues with his foot and back but in general, he felt fairly ok.
Simpson: I will get your bags sir.
Simpson made his move to pick up J2H's small bag. He had no intention of staying in Vegas on the night this happened, he just showed up with a small bag with a few essentials in and had every intention of flying back directly after the show.
J2H: Melody didn't have to send you here, I'm fine all things considered and I mean that bag is tiny, it's got hardly anything in it. I've been here all week in one of those stupid gowns.
Simpson: Ms. Melody thought it would be a good idea to send you a change of clothes sir, the others are somewhat tatty and still has blood on them.
J2H rolled his eyes, not too worried about his appearance for a change.
J2H: We're going from here, to the car, the car to a private yet, to another car, to home, it's not like anyone was going to see me.
Simpson: You'd be surprised sir, there's a lot of people outside with signs of well wishing, waiting to see you. In fact, they have been there for days hoping to see you.
Just hearing that took J2H by surprise a little and the look on his face matched that. He had never been considered a fan favourite, nor did he want to be considered a fan favourite, but part of him understood why. He thought he heard fans cheering him when he won Blast From The Past, even more so when he appeared on the fateful hit and run night.
J2H: These people must hate Harris more then they hate me. I must be losing my touch Simpson.
Simpson: I doubt that sir, but one could argue that Michael Harris has become the biggest heel since you, especially as champion, you do share that quality of forcing fans to get the reaction you want.
J2H looked at Simpson with a touch of surprise. It was hard to argue that point as such, even if he didn't like the thought of he and Harris actually being alike in the sense of being able to draw heat from an ice cube.
J2H: I stand by the fact that I'm better then him in every sense of the word Simpson, much, much better then he could ever be. He's old, he's past it and lets be real, I'm much smarter then he will ever be.
Simpson: How so sir?
J2H: Think about it, there's well over twenty years difference in age. I've done more in wrestling then he ever has, I've been better then him on every level there is out there. I've been smart about this every step of my career, I haven't had to wrestle all the time and I'm still the biggest draw out there. I haven't had to work hard every week because for years I did and now when it comes to me and wrestling, I'm God level. I can disappear for years at a time and come back and keep my spot. Michael Harris can not do that. My career has been great in terms of not becoming a broken down wrestler. It's where these people fuck up. It's a cash grab. Go hard early and end up crippled. I'm surprised Jessie Salco is still going.
Simpson: Ten years strong, sir.
J2H: Until she wakes up one morning and her body breaks down and she becomes nothing at all. I go away for a little bit, come back, still the top person in SCW. It's no surprise as soon as I signed up for Blast From The Past, ratings went through the roof and I became the man again.
J2H looked at the door, his limits of being in a hospital had been reached five minutes after he arrived, it was now time to head off home and be around his family.
J2H: It's time to go home now Simpson, I don't want another minute in this place.
Simpson: As you wish, sir.
Simpson picked up his bag and moved towards the door, opening it for in the injured J2H as the man himself moved towards it. A quick turn to the right saw the duo walking down a corridor, passing a nurses station. Another quick turn to the left saw him in the waiting room, looking at the exit.
J2H: What the fuck?
He eyes glanced upon a crowd of people outside the medical centre, some with banners with his name on them. He stopped, slightly taken back by this show of support from random strangers.
Simpson: I did warn you sir.
J2H: Where's the car?
Simpson: Just the other side of those people, sir.
J2H sighed but Simpson had very much planned ahead for this scenario, nodding towards a security officer who spoke quickly down his radio. A swarm of security guards moved in, just moving the crowd back to make a path for the two men to get through. J2H felt weird as the crowd began to chant his name, something he wasn't accustomed to on the street. He'd always found a way to blend in with the crowd whilst out on the street.
J2H: We should go.
Simpson: Agreed sir.
The two made their way towards the door, the doors automatically opening for them and they walked through to cheers and well wishes. J2H walked through with his head down, but listening for the mention of his name and the well wishes that came with it, slowly moving towards the black car waiting for him. Simpson got to the car door first, reaching for the handle and opening it, allowing J2H to slide in, but he stopped and turned around to the crowd.
J2H: Yo! be quiet for just a minute.
A stunned silence came over the crowd, no one expecting J2H to even acknowledge the crowd, but all eyes were on him as he looked from face to face.
J2H: Simpson said you guys have been here a long time waiting for me to come out, so you can have an update before TMZ sit there and throw some bullshit up on their website. The last week has been a bad fucking week, just laying there doing nothing, but the people here took care of me and I'm healing up fast. Yeah, there was some worrying shitty moments there, times I thought I would never get out of this place, I thought that everything I worked for in Blast From The Past was gone and I'd have to put off this whole thing, but I'm gonna tell you all straight up right now, it doesn't matter what I have to do. It doesn't matter if I have to wrestle in this boot, it doesn't matter if my neck is so screwed up that taking one fall could cripple me, I am going to be on that cruise ship, I am going to fight, not wrestle Michael Harris, I mean fight, a drag down slugfest, war. More importantly, I'm coming off that ship with ten pounds of gold, I'm waking up the next day with a combined four hundred days with that belt. I'm coming off that ship as your new SCW World Heavyweight champion and that's real talk. Thanks for coming out.
J2H could hear the cheers as he got in to the back seat of the car and pulled himself gingerly over to the other side, allowing Simpson and his small back to join him in the backseat. Simpson pulled the door shut behind him. Just seconds later, the engine was revving and the car was slowly pulling away from the medical centre, much to the relief of J2H.
Simpson: That was a very nice speech sir, very classy.
J2H just nodded his head towards Simpson in appreciation of his words.
J2H: It's probably the first time I've tried to be a face when talking to a crowd in a wrestling way. I guess if they waited there away from their families, then they didn't need me calling them a bunch of losers. Besides, I heard the crowd reaction for me a week ago, I heard them chant my name, I heard them want me to kick the shit out of Michael Harris, I heard them will me on. It looks like I'm the good guy in this whole thing because they hate me more then him. I might as well get some practice in because I'm gonna show up next week and kick the shit out of him.
A look of concern appeared on Simpson's face as he looked at the former world champion.
Simpson: I don't think that's wise at all sir. I feel you still need to rest, I think you need to put yourself in a position where you come back as strong as you can. I know that you're a determined soul and that you will do anything to return as soon as possible but this is a situation that you should be a little more cautious about. Mr. Underwood and Mr. Ward are sticklers for the health of their performers and I believe they will not allow you to return so soon. They are very cautious when it comes to injuries.
J2H: I am fine.
Simpson: You're not sir and they will find out the second they put you through medical testing to see if you are. I strongly recommend you just sit the next couple of weeks out, at the very most, send in recorded stuff from home, you have a wide range of places you could speak from.
J2H: If I don't show up, Harris wins, I need to be there to stop him from letting that ego of his explode.
Simpson: One could argue that he expects you to show up sir and a second wave of his plan may come in to affect.
J2H sighed, he knew Simpson was only looking out for him but he couldn't help but feel disappointed that he was being advised not to appear.
J2H: I don't want to be one of those people who get their shot and go radio silent. I have always told people to get off their asses and work for it, put the fucking effort in. No one does that anymore, no one can be bothered anymore. They show up, they wrestle, they get told of their matches in advance and do nothing. I can't even remember when a champion on any level said hey, I know, I'll get people interested in this one. I can't remember a challenger doing the same thing. You know how shitty that makes things look? This is why when I come back, I do what needs to be done, I show up, especially when a match means something. Remember my early career and what I used to do?
Simpson: You were on the show every week sir.
J2H: Every fucking week without fail. I didn't take a single week off. No matter who the opponent, I put the work in, and it's simply the reason SCW can never forget me, it's why when I come back, people instantly know something exciting is going to happen. Honestly, I don't know who most champions are at this point because no one bothers to show up with their belts. I can't cruise through this whole cycle and do nothing. I'm not gonna become one of those lazy bastards who's mindset is I have a shot, I don't need to do any work for it now. This is why SCW has become nothing without me. Same old people, same old shit. I can't be one of those people.
Simpson's face was full of empathy as he looked at J2H. He knew how critical J2H was of the current rosters and how he missed the days when the old school roster like Drake Green, Goth, Rage and even Despayre, top level people, would be on every show regardless of what was going on.
Simpson: What I suggest sir is we play this by ear as the saying goes. Rest for a while, speak to medical professionals about quicker ways to recover, speak to Mr. Underwood and Mr. Ward and just spend time with Ms. Melody and Master James. They have missed you terribly since you've been gone.
J2H: I had to send them home Simpson, there was no point of either of them watching me lay in a hospital bed for a week. No point at all to that.
Simpson: I would agree sir but it did not stop them from worrying about you or missing you at all. One could say that there was a very tense atmosphere in the home, but I did all I could to make them feel at ease.
J2H: I'm sure you did your best Simpson. The important thing now is this car moves a bit faster so that I can get on that plane and go home.
Thankfully, the car did move through the Vegas traffic to the airport and it wasn't long before J2H and Simpson were on a private plane, starting their one hour and twenty minutes flight to Los Angeles International airport, before the short drive to Beverly Hills. The flight was uneventful and the car ride even less eventful as it pulled in to driveway of J2H's Beverly Hills mansion.
Simpson: I will get your bag sir.
J2H: Thank you Simpson.
The car stopped and just a few seconds later, the door next to J2H swung open, allowing him to exit the vehicle and move towards the front door. He took a second to compose himself before reaching in to his pocket and finding the right key. He slid the key in to the lock before turning it an opening the door. Before he could step in, a million scenarios ran through his mind, causing him to stop and take a deep breath. Pushing the door, he was met with two smiling faces, the faces of his wife Melody and his son, James Jr.
JJ: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADY!
It took the young man mere seconds to make up the distance in between them and jump at his father. Without a second thought and fatherly instinct kicking in, he reached for his son and picked him up. His son hugged him hard as he tried to put on a brave face but J2H could feel the pain running through his body with a burning sensation. He tried to hide it well, but he could feel his teeth involuntarily gripping together as hard as the could.
J2H: Hey little man, did you miss me?
His son's eye lit up as he looked at his father. He was slightly used to J2H being on the road at times, especially on the tours with SCW, but he expected him back a week ago.
JJ: Yeeeeeeeeeah!
J2H: Good, I missed you too.
He'd held on for as long as he could but had very little choice but to place his son down on the ground once more, which pained him to do so after a week apart.
JJ: You don't look so good Daddy.
J2H looked in his sons eyes, he could see he was concerned and no child should ever feel concern in their carefree youthful days, but it was there as plain as day. It was a heartbreaking sight for J2H as he pulled him close, covering his ears for a reason and looked at Melody and whispered.
J2H: He doesn't know?
Melody just shook her head at J2H and J2H loosened up his hug on JJ.
J2H: I'm fine, I just took a fall in Vegas and had to stay there for a little bit, I'm good though.
Melody: Why don't you go find that drawing you made for Daddy?
JJ: Ok!
It didn't take him more then a second of hearing that to dart off through the house and Melody and J2H made their way to the living room of the house.
J2H: What did you tell him?
Melody put her arm around J2H, linking it as tightly as she dared as not to hurt him more then he was already feeling and looked at him.
Melody: He fell asleep before the end of the show so he didn't see it. When he woke up, I was already on my way to you. Simpson told him that I had to go somewhere and would be back soon. He took him to school and the park and you sent me home like I knew you would so I was back before too long. I just said you had to stay in Vegas for a few more days to help Despayre.
J2H frowned as Melody smiled at him, she knew J2H was not a fan of Despayre, regardless of Despayre thinking that J2H was his best friend.
J2H: Of all the excuses you could come up with...
J2H slowly sat down on the nearest sofa, enjoying the feeling of the leather shaping itself around his body and Melody sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and looking at him with bright eyes.
Melody: I knew he would accept that and move on. He knows Despayre lives there, he's always under the impression that you and Despayre are friends so I said he was helping his friend out.
J2H: I suppose it stopped him worrying and asking questions.
Melody: It did. Enough about that, how are you feeling?
He didn't want to lie to his wife but he felt the truth about how bad the pain could be, would be too much for her to handle.
J2H: I'm ok, I get twinges here and there and the occasional headache but it's nothing I can't handle. It didn't kill me, it made me stronger then before. I'm not saying I'm one hundred percent, but I'll be ok for the supercard and I will get that belt back.
Melody looked worried at her husband. She'd seen him go through hell and back before, seen him go through war after war, so was always glad when he was away from the ring, but this hit her differently.
Melody: James, he tried to kill you. I know that wasn't scripted, the camera wasn't right, the angle wasn't right, it was a complete set up. The man attempted to murder you on television.
He could tell she was fighting back the tears, trying not to show weakness and he tried to reassure her by putting his arm around her.
J2H: You're right, he tried to kill me because he's scared of me. He'd rather face prison then he would facing me. It was a gutless move and I will make him pay for it one way or the other, I will make sure of that if it's the last thing I do.
Melody: The last thing you could have done was walk through that parking lot. I might be sitting here planning your funeral.
He could feel in his heart that Melody was getting more upset and squeezed her a little tighter.
J2H: But I'm not, I'm here, I'm ok, bones will heal and I ain't one of those people who are gonna be mentally fucked up by this. This happened, I'm here, I'm here for a reason so to me, there's nothing to worry about. I've been hurt more in spots in the ring that people screwed up. My natural instinct kicked it and I took the bump like a pro. Well, almost like a pro, the speed it was going, it was always gonna leave some damage, but I just caught it out of the corner of my eye at the last second and adjusted just fine to it.
Melody: James, maybe this is a time you need to ask yourself if this is worth it anymore. You don't need wrestling, we don't need the money. You got offered a lot to do Blast From The Past, and more to do this, but there's no amount of money that's worth it where people like that would hit you with a car.
He understood her concern but as much as he played it up everywhere he went that he is a mercenary, he's there for the money, this wasn't the reason he returned.
J2H: Melody, this isn't about the money at all. You're right, we don't need it but here the truth. SCW has gone downhill fast and someone needed to stop it. SCW gave me a lot in life, without it, we wouldn't be sitting here, JJ wouldn't be here, the things we've done off the back of it wouldn't have happened. Before SCW, I hated travelling, I could stay in this house all day and at times, I still can, but it got me out there to see the world, it got me to meet you, it got me doing fun guest spots all over the media, it got you in a film. It gave us a lot more to life then we would have had before this. Life would be different now if it wasn't for SCW and I don't want it to fall to shit. The roster is the laziest I've ever seen it. There are no surprises anymore, everyone know it's gonna be Jessie and friends appearing five times a show. Blast From The Past proved that. All those names, same old people. I need to save SCW again.
Melody: I don't wanna see you get killed trying to save the place when no one else is trying.
Her voice was softer and it didn't go unnoticed.
J2H: I can save it, I just need to win that belt, I need to lead by example and show everyone what they should be doing, because there are no leaders there anymore, there's no one to stand up and push it. All I need to do is get that belt and remind them all of a better time, call them all out, tell them to step up or fuck off.
Melody: I don't want you hurt.
J2H: How about I make a deal with you right here and now?
Melody's head sharply turned to J2H, her eyes narrowed and ready to listen to what he had to say.
Melody: Go on.
He paused for a second, just to make sure to himself that this deal was what he wanted. He had to be sure he could live with this choice.
J2H: If I lose to Michael Harris, I will step away from SCW. I won't say retire because no one ever really does retire, but I'll step back, put my hands up and not even consider returning unless there's a real reason to. No more trying to save SCW, no more pointless returns, no more High Stakes matches, none of that without a real reason to. Just me in California all the time without the problems of wrestling.
Melody: You mean that?
Her tone seemed brighter as she looked at her husband and he nodded his head in return.
J2H: I mean it. I either get back to the top of the mountain, or I just ease up completely. No more long drawn out storylines. Do we have a deal?
Melody: We have a deal.
There was a lot of excitement in her voice, which caused him to smile, but that was it, the pressure was on more then ever. Win and drag SCW up by the bootstraps or slip back in to the shadows. In his mind it was win/win regardless. He could do either and be happy. So which would it be? The stakes at Summer XXXTreme XI just got a whole lot higher...
The sun had fallen over a sleepy Beverly Hills, the stars lit up the sky and a warm, summer breeze run through the land of J2H, randomly and occasionally bending the grass in the backyard pool area. The man himself walks through the grounds, a camera tracking his every move.
J2H: They say that things get passed down through the family, from mother to daughter, from father to son. A lot of traits go from one to the other, but for the love of God, I never thought stupidity can be passed down from generation to generation but clearly, that family with the Harris name share that common trait.
J2H shakes his head slowly.
J2H: I mean how dumb do you have to be, to turn your son willingly in to a criminal, because you're too much of a pussy to face someone man to man?
He shrugs his shoulders.
J2H: I guess you all saw that Michael Harris is really going for the father of the year award this year, I guess you all saw the whole thing unfold before your very eyes on television, the initial event, the weeks of the classic who done it mystery. We went from suspect one, to suspect two, and it turns out suspect one was behind it by getting someone no one has ever heard of before or seen to do his dirty work, it's a classic tale but the levels of stupidity can never be matched by anything. A live confession of father and son on national television for the attempted premeditated murder and conspiracy to murder in front of millions of people... Ladies and gentlemen, the geniuses that are Michael and Jayden Harris, two of the biggest clowns the world has ever seen.
He can't help but smile as he thinks of the insane happenings of the past month.
J2H: Maybe this was your grand plan all along Michael, or at least your plan B. If you didn't kill me like you wanted, and you clearly would struggle to kill an ant at this point and your dopey son, well, he's just as good at trying to kill as you are, maybe if you didn't kill me, a world wide confession is your way out of this thing. You confess, you're looking at time behind bars if I want that to happen, you and your son get to share a cell for a long time, and more importantly, you don't have to face me and get what's coming to you. Let's be real here Michael, you're more scared of facing me, then you are dropping the soap in the shower. The thought of going against me, is more of a terrible thought then knowing that little Jayden is gonna become Bubba's bitch behind those bars. You'd rather turn your son in to prisons latest pass around sex toy, then lose to me. That's the reality of it all, you fear me more then you do a lifetime behind those bars. This proves stupidity, this proves that you and your son are absolute idiots, because I ain't ever been to prison, but I'm pretty sure there's tougher guys then me in there, I'm pretty sure there's people in there that will love to make your life a living hell. I should take it as a compliment that you'd rather run from me to a lifetime of being someone's little bitch.
He smirks at the thought of it.
J2H: And I'm sure there's a certain bunch of people out there just waiting for the word of J2H to come and give you a pair of shiny new silver bracelets, you must be wondering why you're a free man. It's all down to me, I haven't pulled that trigger yet Michael because I want you looking over your shoulder, I want you wondering if the next knock on the door is going to be the one that ruins your life. Hell, maybe I'll just sit there and wait for just the right moment to give the green light to have your idiot son arrested for the crime of listening to your senile old ass and let that play on your mind. I know you think you're good with this mind game shit, but you basically loaded a gun, handed it to me and told me to shoot you whenever I feel like it, and I'm loving every second of the fact that I can pull that trigger any time I feel like it. I can make that call any time I want. You thought you could fuck with my head, you thought you could getting the upper hand in these mental little games but you really wasn't. You shot yourself in the foot so much, your life is never gonna be the same again, I'm gonna make your life a misery.
A serious look covers his face.
J2H: The only good thing to come of all this was the fact that we saw your nephew is a changed man and deserves credit for that, but you Michael, you showed the world once again what a snake you really are. Shown the world that some people can not change, but I'm gonna help you change because what you did, your life is in my hands and it's only gonna get worse once I take that championship from you, because you'll know the charges you're about to face, well you did it all for nothing. You did this shit to get rid of me and it failed, it went down quicker then your wives when you offered them ten bucks, I'm still here and I'm going to be World Champion again, I'm going to take that championship from you and I'm gonna make you sit and watch every damn day because I know how much that is gonna eat you up inside, I'm going rub my success in your face constantly, while you think about the fact you sent your son to prison. I'm gonna make sure that not a day goes by where you don't see my face everywhere you go. You thought this was gonna mess with my head? Oh no Michael, this is about to backfire on you cause now I'm about to mess with your head. I'm about to make your life an absolute living hell.
He smirks as he looks down the camera.
J2H: Everything you've done to me, everything you thought was a great idea, while you sat there cackling like a typical movie villain, was all for nothing, everything you thought you could do, everything, it was for nothing Michael because it's not gonna stop me from taking that fucking belt from your clammy little hands. It was my destiny to return and win Blast From The Past, it is my destiny to take that championship belt back one more time and it is my destiny to break the records I set. This is about me Michael, and you should know it's about me because even the fans want to see it and trust me, they've never cheered me a day in their lives until they wanted to jump on the bandwagon and see me become champion again because they don't want you as champion, they never wanted you as champion, and I get to come in and play hero. I am not the hero most people want and I never will be but I am as sure as shit the hero they fucking need right now. I'm the hero to lead SCW out of the dark age you created.
He continues to walk through the grounds of his home while talking.
J2H: I am what they want and I've never cared if the fans cheer me, I've never cared if they boo me, I've never given a shit on their reaction, I didn't care when they wanted me to disappear, I didn't care when they begged me to come back, cause I'm the one on the battlefield, I'm the one fighting but this time, I'm going to give them all what they all want, and we know what they all want. We know they want that belt back with me, we know they want me to get rid off you, they know they are sick of Michael Harris and his ego that eclipses the sun, fuck, it eclipses my ego and I'm fucking proud at the size of my ego. For the first time in my career, someone's ego is bigger then mine, but yours is coming out of this one bruised as fuck Michael. This is gonna be where you see no matter how good you think you are, no matter how tough you think you are, you're nothing and I do mean nothing compared to me.
He stops for a second to look down the camera.
J2H: I was the youngest ever World Champion Michael, and you are the oldest, I'm pretty sure you've heard the story of the young lion always taking the place of the old lion when it's his time to shine and the old one to sit in the sun and enjoy retirement? I'm sure people have been telling you that one since you turned forty, but in this case, it's true. You're not a leader, you never have been, just an arrogant dick who somehow was put in a position to lead when you had no business doing so. You was put in a place where you wasn't wanted, where you didn't belong. You was pretty much that low level office worker who someone jumped the line and become everyone's boss, much to the dismay of everyone except yourself. You probably justified it by either not giving a shit or tapping in that ego where you thought you didn't have to be popular, you just had to be respected. Here's a big fucking news flash for you Michael. You're not popular and you sure as shit are not respected. Not by the fans, not by anyone in the back, not by anyone in the office and certainly not by me. You're the guy who can quit tomorrow and no one would shed a single tear for you.
J2H mockingly rubs his eyes as if he was wiping away tears.
J2H: Not one person would give a shit if you wasn't on their televisions, not one person would care if they never saw you again. I'm gonna turn their dreams in to reality because that is exactly what I'm going to give them, because it's what you deserve. You didn't just take away my time in the ring, you took away a lot more then that by getting that thing that should have been swallowed to hit me with a car.
Anger crosses J2H's face.
J2H: While you had your son do that to me, you took away things I could do with my son, you took away things I could do with my family, you stole that from me Michael, you and Jayden stole that from me. You took away me being able to pick my son up, you took away going to the park, you left me sitting in my house doing nothing because the pain running through me stopped me from being a functioning human being, just because you were too scared to man up and just face me. You robbed me of weeks of my life because of fear. You struck first because you were pissing your pants that I was gonna strike first and expose you for the coward you are, but you did that yourself and took me out of normal life. You stole time from me and my family and that can not and will not go unpunished Michael. Do you know what it's like to have your kid son look at you knowing you're hurt and don't know how to help? Do you know what it's like to see the pain in a child's eyes because he can see the pain in yours? This is why I'm going to end you, this is why I'm going to take you apart, this is why there is no chance of you getting out of this in one piece.
He slowly shakes his head.
J2H: There's not a chance you survive what I'm going to bring to your door, because you've pissed off the wrong guy. You tried to take away everything I've worked for, destroy everything I've done, took away time I could have spent better but you saw against Bill Barnhart, I haven't lost a damn step Michael, I'm looking better then ever, I am better then ever and this is something you will not be able to deal with one little bit. Weeks sitting at home and recovering and guess what? Did you see me miss a beat? Did you see me miss a step? No? Because I never missed anything. What I did to Bill, that determination, the fact that I was so fucking good, not even your little appearance could take away just how amazing I was, nothing you could do could have stopped that and if you think that was something, wait till I get my hands on you, wait till I get my hands around your throat and squeeze the fucking life out of you.
He stops walking and puts his hands together in a squeezing motion.
J2H: It's gonna take a fucking army to stop me when I get in that ring with you, a literal army because my filter is off, my limits are off and there will be nothing but blood lust and hate as soon as I see that face. You can't run anymore Michael, you can't use your bitch boy to get at me, you can't run and you can't hide because once I get my hands on you, you're done, you're finished, its over for you. The championship will be mine but there will be blood on my hands, and the thing is, I'm going to enjoy it, I'm going to love the feeling of your blood dripping through my fingers, I'm gonna love the feeling that will give me. I'm going to enjoy every single minute of that without exception and it will be at that exact moment in time, when that first cut comes, when my first slices through your hard like a knife through warm butter, that's when you're gonna know without a single shadow of a doubt, without a second thought, that you well and truly fucked right up. That's when you're gonna know you should have been a lot more respectful then you have been, that's when you're gonna know that the biggest mistake of your life was ever crossing me.
He points down the camera.
J2H: And that's real talk bitch!
J2H walks away as the camera fades to black.
