[Christian Underwood]

Please post all roleplays here! Have fun and good luck!

[Jayden]

“What the fuck is this?!”

The very frustrated screaming of a man could be heard. Making people in the dealership parking lot look in the direction of where it was coming from. A man in a very expensive looking business suit was looking at the damage done to the McLaren that was sitting there in the parking lot. Windows bashed out. Dents all over the car. Paint chipped. So on and so forth. There was a lot of damage done. Jayden stood there looking at the man with an annoyed look on his face.

DONALD: Are you going to explain yourself?

JAYDEN: Shit happens.

DONALD: Shit happens? Shit happens! You little prick!

All of the sudden Jayden reached out and snagged the man by his tie. Yanking on it to bring the man forward and started to make sure the tie was getting tight around his neck. Making breathing a very difficult thing to do.

JAYDEN: You better choose your next words wisely.

DONALD: Please... please let go of me!

Following those words Jayden let go of the man’s tie and shoved him back.

JAYDEN: Like I said shit happens. Little bit of a situation arised. The car is Collateral damage in that situation. Ain’t much I can do about it.

DONALD: I don’t think you understand the situation here Mr. Harris. You rented this car from us to drive for the weekend. You didn’t purchase it. It was meant to come back as you rented it. These damages are going to take hundreds of thousands of dollars to fix.

JAYDEN: So fix it.

DONALD: It’s going to come out of your pocket. You have to pay for these damages!

Jayden just looked at the man unamused. This was that self entitled mindset that he had been raised with. However before he could even attempt to respond. There was the sound of squealing tires in the parking lot. This caused both Jayden and the dealership owner to look over seeing a taxi coming to a halting stop there in the parking lot. The back door opened with speed as a frantic Saraia came exploding of the taxi and rushing right for the two of them.

JAYDEN: Shit...

That’s when she had made her way right up to them. Saraia grabbed a hold of Jayden’s head and was looking at it all over. Inspecting the bandage that was over his head. Slightly soaked in blood.

SARAIA: Are you okay?! Do you have a concussion?! How many stitches did it take?! Is there any long term damage?!

She seemed ‘concerned’ but it was his baby mother. She was overdramatic all the time for the sake of being over dramatic. Jayden reached up and grabbed a hold of her hands pulling them down.

JAYDEN: Well if I had a concussion you yanking my head around wouldn’t help. And really not like the stitches to be ripped open. So hands off.

Her nose wrinkled up as she glared at him. She was keeping herself in check ... for now. But he knew how to push her buttons.

SARAIA: Let’s not be an ungrateful asshole Jayden. I saw what happened. I got on the first flight here. I wanted and needed to make sure you're okay. That was so violent for no reason.

JAYDEN: Oh now you care? Taking a break from your smear your baby daddy campaign for a woe is me moment? How thoughtful of you.

SARAIA: You’re pushing it. You’re really pushing it. It’s taking me everything not to cuss you out right now. So knock it off.

JAYDEN: I’m fine. I’m going to be fine. I don’t need you here trying to play superwoman just to satisfy your own ego. Besides, I've got a flight to Hawait to catch.

DONALD: Uh hello!

The owner of the dealership found himself speaking up to get both their attention. Jayden and Saraia turned to the man with their signature scowls on their faces.

DONALD: I don’t care about this little lovesick story. I want to know who the hell is going to hand me over their card so I can get this shit paid for. You ruined a McLaren for crying out loud!

SARAIA: How about you shut your mouth before I have this entire place shut down!

DONALD: I wasn’t even talking to you. You better mind your business!

JAYDEN: And you better stop talking to her that way before I cave your fucking face in!

The moment those words came out of his mouth. The owner of the dealership backed up once again. Throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. Saraia had a little bit of lust in her eyes, biting the corner of her lip. It lasted for only a brief moment before her eyes met with Jayden’s when he turned back to her.

SARAIA: I’ll have you know. You’re not going to Hawaii.

JAYDEN: Excuse me?

SARAIA: I most certainly didn’t stutter. You heard my words very loud and clear sweetheart.

JAYDEN: I missed the part where you suddenly became in charge of my life and got to decide what I did or didn’t do. Last time I checked I’m a grown ass man and I got to make my own decisions!

SARAIA: Well the problem with you making your own decisions. You make poor decisions and ones that endanger your health. As I got to unfortunately witness firsthand last night. And considering we have a child together. I need to protect her and part of protecting her means making sure you're around to be able to raise her. So, you’re not going to Hawaii and you’re not competing in that stupid match.

He watches as she folded her arms across her chest. Like she truly meant business and as if it was meant to mean something to him. Jayden let that unamused look on his face really shine through.

JAYDEN: That’s cute.

SARAIA: I know I am. Don’t have to tell me something I already know.

JAYDEN: Yeah, whatever. You don’t have a say in this matter. I’m kicking that man’s teeth down his throat. Simple as that.

SARAIA: No you aren’t. I said you aren’t going. That match isn’t happening. That’s final Jayden David!

JAYDEN: Watch me.

As far as Jayden was concerned. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Turning his back to the woman and starting to walk away from her. She was turning red in the face. Not getting her way was not something she was keen on. Having someone talk back to her made it even worse. Her heart was in the right place. She was trying to do what she thought was right in protecting him, but the thing about the men with the last name Harris.

They were stubborn. They were egotistical. They were willing to die on whatever hill they were on. They would risk themselves and their health, just for the sake of being right and for the sake of harming someone else. One of the worst qualities that Jayden had picked up from his father. And being so young in his career. There was no doubt that he’d experience more blood shed. He’d experience more nights in the hospital and more violent wars. As long as he continued down this path.


Hawaii -- that was somewhere you went on vacation. Somewhere you went to escape the everyday life woes. Somewhere to get that great escape from what is your normal reality. For Jayden on the other hand, it was all about work. Being out there in Hawaii meant he was just days away from competing at his first supercard. Days away from what was going to be his biggest match to date. Days away from his first singles match on top of it.

Any normal ‘rookie’ as he had been described would be on edge. They’d be nervous and they’d be about ready to shit their pants. Especially if their first singles match, their first super card match was against a man like the Living Legend J2H. However, Jayden wasn’t the ‘normal rookie’ and he didn’t crack under pressure. In fact someone his age and in this setting he thrived under pressure. People were about to find a whole lot out about him in a few days.

This was the first time he had found time alone. That didn’t involve media appearances, autograph signings, and overall management being up his ass to do this and that. There was something peaceful about standing alone on this beach as the sun was setting. And this time more than any other time felt right. Pulling out his iPhone, Jayden opened it up and brought up the camera app. Making sure to angle it on him. That bandage on his forehead is clear as day from the brawl on the previous Climax Control.

His signature scowl consumed his face as he hit the button on his phone.

[ RECORDING ]

“Iconic.”

That one word escaped his mouth. Allowing a brief pause to consume him.

“That’s the only word that you can describe James’ career. Oh wait, I better call him J2H before he starts throwing a hissyfit like a teenage girl. But the point of the matter is the man has had an iconic career. Everything that one can think of accomplishing within Sin City Wrestling. He went and did it. Started off as a kid that no one knew. No one expected a lot out of. A kid with a really bad attitude and thought the world owed him something.

Didn’t care what kind of reputation it would earn him. Didn’t care what people would think of him or what they would even say about him. Didn’t care what kind of hot water it would land him in. Which to be honest. That’s the way you have to be if you’re going to reach the top of the mountain. You have to be unapologetically you and not give a shit about anyone you have to step on in order to achieve the level of success you desire.”

Despite the scowl on his expression. There was a look in his eye for a brief second. Almost like he respected the hustle and respected what J2H set out to do. Although everything else these last few weeks said otherwise.

“It’s one thing to carry yourself the way you did early on J2H. But it’s a completely different thing to carry yourself and actually be a success early on. However, no shade is being thrown here. You did it homie. You started turning heads right away. Taking names. Cashing checks. Forcing all eyes to be on you from the gate. Not something that’s easy to do, but you were doing it. Before you knew it. You were the Roulette Champion. Something you did twice.

You were a tag team champion. Somehow someway you were able to put your ego aside or at least co-exist with someone to actually hold a championship as a unit. I think that might be the most surprising factor of them all. But all of that is non-important when you really take into consideration what you were able to do as the World Heavyweight Champion. To this day, you are the only man to hold the championship four separate times.

Your very first run had you on the run of a lifetime. A run that lasted well over a year and if I’m not mistaken. You’re the longest reigning Heavyweight Champion in history. It’s safe to say that your run at the top of this company is one of -- if not the greatest run of all time. I don’t personally feel that way, but I could see why the sheep of this company would say that. And in the end it worked out for you  To the point that you are in the Hall of Fame.”

Feeling the sand on the bottoms of his feet starting to get a little warm from standing still. Jayden held the camera steady as he walked forward in the direction of the lightly crashing waves of the beach just a little bit into the distance.

“Now despite your accolades and accomplishments earning you your spot in the Hall of Fame. If you were to ask me my true feelings on the Hall of Fame of Sin City Wrestling. I’d say the Hall of Fame is a sham. It’s a joke. It’s laughable. Look at some of the names in this damn thing. People that hardly did anything worth mentioning. Just getting tossed in because they spent years here. Because someone felt bad for them. There’s not a fucking chance I’d ever accept a spot in the Hall of Fame. And I have no doubt that when my career is all said and done. It will be Hall of Fame worthy. But it won’t mean anything if I ever allow my name to be side by side with someone like theirs. More importantly, someone like you!”

The ‘someone like you’ had some real emphasis put on it when he spoke. Telling sign that this was going to take a turn.

“That’s the thing that has bothered me more than anything since I have stepped through those doors. You see when I decided to come to Sin City Wrestling. I decided to come here because I had unfinished business. Part of that unfinished business was you. I was sure we’d cross paths at some point. Not as soon as we did, but nevertheless I expected it. Much like I expected that when I signed. I’d be compared to my father. I’d be called Michael Jr. Michael 2.0. So on and so forth.

Because this place is filled with idiots that don’t know how to come up with an original insult. Let alone an original thought. But at the same time it’s not the end of the world to be compared to my old man. He had one hell of a wrestling career and went out with a bang here. However, I don’t get that many comparisons to my old man. Instead I get compared to you, J2H. I get compared to you a lot. From whispers behind my back to people bluntly and blatantly saying it.

I get called a mini J2H because I’m young. I get told I’m taking everything that you once did and being a copycat because I have a quote unquote attitude. I’ve heard people say I am directly ripping you off just to have some type of stroke around here. I could go on and on about the shit I’ve heard come out of people’s mouths. But let me make one thing perfectly clear. I’m not you, J2H. I’m not inspired to be you. I don’t really even want anything to do with you.

But now with all the slander. All the lies. All the made up stories and the dumb ass comparisons. This has become more personal than you could ever imagine for it to be. I’m on a mission to prove not only am I not you, but to also prove that I am better than you in every single way imaginable. Dead set on making all of your little accomplishments become an afterthought compared to what I end up doing around here. I want Sin City Wrestling to forget the name J2H even exists”

His eyes were a telling story as it was. Peering up into the camera lens of the phone he held in his hand.

“If you want to be technical here J2H. I almost made you non-existent in this company once before. You know the incident I’m talking about. It’s the very incident that has led to the situation we’re in now. Because you’re a petty manchild that just doesn’t know when to move on. Aren’t you close to thirty at this point? Holding a grudge like a high schooler. Trust I know, I left high school not that long ago and it makes you look pretty damn pathetic. And I know, I know.

Using a car to run you down was more than just a wrestling related manner. It was personal and it could have done more than cost your career. It could have cost you your life. That’s what has you so bitter, but again. Get the fuck over it, pussy. Bad shit happens to people. That’s how life works, but more importantly than anything else J2H. Bad shit happens to shitty people eventually. It’s called karma and it isn’t something that you can escape.

You have been a piece of shit your entire life. A scumbag, an entitled fuck, and just one of the worst people to ever exist. You’ve done horrible shit to people for a long-long time. All anyone has to do is do a deep dive into your background to see that’s the case. And because you’re the so-called great J2H. You don’t think anything should happen to you. You believe that you’re invincible. You believe you’re untouchable but you found out then that wasn’t the case. My only regret is that it didn't end your career.”

Of course those last words brought a bit of an arrogant smirk to the young man’s lips. Each time he showed his face. Each time he spoke. Jayden made it more than clear he had no remorse and no regard for people or their well being.

“And because I didn’t just back up over you for good measure after hitting you once. I have to deal with the consequences of that action now. It’s annoying, but I don’t back down from a fight. Especially not when I want to make sure now more than ever your name is forgotten. I’m willing to go to whatever lengths it takes to make that happen. Something that I don’t think you understand. Something I don’t think is registering in that brain of yours.

Once again though that’s because of your ego. It’s because you truly believe that you’re that good because you have dominated this company for the better part of the last twelve years. I gave you your props for the things that you’ve done, but honestly when you break things down J2H. The moment you really think about your career. Think about the talent pool that was around at the time. It was clear why you dominated and thrived. You didn’t have real competition to stand in your way.

When men like Goth, Kain, Steve Ramone, James Tushni, and Drake Green were at the top of the card. Stevie Wonder himself could see you were going to sit at the top of the mountain. However the thing that everyone seems to refuse to talk about is the disappearing act you like to pull or the times you quickly vacated a championship when names like Kristopher Ryans, Mac Bane, and Matthew Knox were popping up. It’s like the moment you knew you were threatened. The moment you knew talent was around.

You didn’t want to test your luck. You didn’t want to try your hand at things. You knew it was easier to tuck your tail between your legs and just disappear for a few months. Wait until one of them dropped the ball, so you could swoop right back in and take the main event spot or take the Heavyweight Championship again with ease and without having to work for it. You can try to deny it. You can let whatever ego fueled rant come out of your mouth come but facts are facts. They hold up over everything.”

Finally reaching the water, meeting the sand. Jayden just let his eyes peer out over the beach for a moment. Before bringing his eyes back to the phone.

“One of the only times you tried your hand at real competition was last year when my father was around. And the only reason you tried your hand is because you didn’t respect him. You didn’t respect his background, what he had done, where he had been, and everything in between. Not to mention you were jealous. You were envious. You couldn’t stand that my father was the most talked about man in an eight month period. Overshadowing everything you ever did so it brought you out of hiding.

That ate you alive and made you grow a set of balls. To which I’ll give you credit for that. It was about time you showed them. Not only did you show them but despite all you went through. You came on top. You dethroned my father’s reign. You got all eyes back on you and once again suckered people into buying into the fact you were the greatest to ever exist in Sin City Wrestling. But it could just stop there. Oh no, you let your ego really get in the way of things.

You baited my father. You talked your shit. You lured him back in. At the time he was content with just walking away, but you got him to come back and that was the biggest mistake you could have made. Following that return we watched that man beat the shit out of you. From one side of the ring to the other. He crushed your soul along with your ego and took back the title. Showed you that you weren’t that special after all. And then you took it to heart didn’t you J2H?”

The slightest eyebrow raised on Jayden’s expression. Almost like the man was hinting at something.

“They say my father was fired because of how he lashed out at an official. Because he got violent with a woman nonetheless. The big no no around here. But I know that’s not really what happened. Instead you had a meeting with Mark and Christian earlier that day. Isn’t that right? The two men you have had in your back pocket for as long as you’ve been around. You mean to tell me you weren’t the reason my father was truly fired? You meant to tell all of us..

That the match made for the vacant championship after my father was gone wasn’t done to set you up and to make sure you got the title? You mean to make us believe that it wasn’t done to deliberately ensure you had one more run as champion? You might’ve been able to convince everyone else but you aren’t going to convince me. I see past all your bullshit. And therefore I’m going to call you on it. Just like in true J2H fashion. You got bored and made up some excuse about how you’re so good.

No one can beat you so you vacate the title again. All because your bitch ass can’t stand to lose. You can’t stand to be out matches. So you constantly find ways to avoid a loss. But guess what motherfucker... You can’t avoid this loss. You can’t avoid what’s been coming to you for a long time. You can avoid me getting the revenge for my father that he deserves. I know you only agreed to fight me for the sake of your own ego and because you believe in this moment. You’re better than me.

Just like you believed that you were better than my father. But this is going to have a different outcome. The first time you got in the ring with my old man. It was a wrestling match. This thing is with us. It isn’t a wrestling match. It’s a goddamn fight and your preppy bitch ass doesn’t know how to throw real hands. You don’t know what it's like to get your ass handed to you in the streets. You have no idea what it's like to be forced to bite the curb and have someone stomp on the back of your head. But you’re going to learn.

You’re going to learn the hard way. It’ll be the hardest lesson you’ll ever learn in your life and in this business, but it’s time you learn. There’s always going to be someone better than you. There’s always going to be someone badder than you. There is always going to be someone more violent than you. There will always be someone that has a bigger ego and a bigger chip on their shoulder than you. Just like there’s always going to be someone more successful than you. I’m that someone!”

His eyes narrowed just a little more. For all the times he talked about J2H’s ego. His was truly on display and no different than the man he was set to face. Jayden believed in himself and believed his own hype. Licking his lips before speaking again.

“If you thought that losing to my old man was heard for you to deal with. If it got under your skin that match. Just imagine what it's going to do when you're forced to come to the reality that I'm the one that ends the iconic career of J2H!”

For a second or two he kept his gaze on that camera. Letting his words just linger and sink into the minds of everyone that would see this promo. More so let it sink into the mind of J2H and make him realize what he was getting himself into. Jayden finally pressed the red button.

[ END RECORDING ]

By this time the water had begun to splash up over his feet. Jayden takes the time to sit down on the beach and look out over the water. There were a lot of things running through the twenty one year old’s head. Things he would never admit and talk to anyone about. Deep down he understood the magnitude of everything he was about to be a part of. This was a chance for the kid to make a splash in one of the biggest companies in the world. If he didn’t... then he didn’t belong and that wasn’t something he was willing to accept or admit to himself.[/font]

[J2H]

The home of J2H was filled with luxury items most people can only dream of owning, fancy clothes, expensive pieces of art, all the modern gadgets that people often wish they had, but he stood in a room that meant more to him then all those expensive toys and threads. He looked around his trophy room, various pictures of winning moments all over the walls, a case with every championship belt he'd ever earned, award after award rested on a shelf, showing his life in wrestling. He turned to face the camera.

J2H: This is what its all about, isn't it? This is what everyone aspires to have from the second they step in the ring. No one wants those memories of grinding shit out in front of two hundred people, this is what every professional wrestler wants. This is what you want, isn't it, Jayden?

He waved his hand around to his trophy case of championship belts.

J2H: It's all about being the big dog in the biggest company in the world, its not about grinding shit out, its about being known as the greatest wrestler of all time and that's who I am, and that's who you want to be. I'm not fucking stupid, I know the way your mind works, it's prison mentality, it always was, way back when I was whooping your daddy all over the place, it was swing for the biggest dog in the pound and that's what you did when you hit me with that car. You swung for the fences, thinking you could end me, but you embarrassed yourself, because you didn't even come close to that.

He smirked as confidence ran through his body.

J2H: Let's cut the shit, the sad truth is, is you just want to be just like me, you want the life I'm living, you're fucking jealous bro and you stink of it, I can smell it from here, but you're just the dollar store version of me. Everything you've done to try and rip me down, everything you've done to try and destroy me, to bring me down to your low little level has been an absolute failure, everything you've tried to do to get in my head, fucking failure, you Jayden, you're a fucking failure. You should be glad I'm even giving you the time of day, because we all know how this is gonna go. I've beaten the best the world has had to offer and you don't even come close to lacing up their boots.

He felt confident in every word he spoke as he looked in to the camera with cold, serious eyes.

J2H: What have you done here to even be in my spotlight? Fucking nothing! You've bombed out of everything, walked away from Blast From The Past, done nothing anyone can remember but on Sunday, I will make people remember you, I will make them know your name, because the amount of ass kicking I'm gonna give you is gonna be remembered for the rest of everyone's lives. Remember, this is what you wanted when your little sick mind decided to get behind that wheel all those months ago and try to end my life, this is what you wanted when you chose to try and be a big man and come after something you can't fucking deal with and now it's time to pay the piper. All debts will be recovered but it's not about your money, because you're about to pay in blood. I let you off once before, let you walk the streets as a free man, but now I won't let you off the hook bro, I won't let you walk again, because this is where it all comes home, this is where I end what you fucking started and this is something you will be remembered for. The amount of blood you're about to lose, that horrified look on your face when you know that fucked up, that's what people are going to remember. I'm gonna make you fucking famous.

A slight smile crossed his face as he looked down the camera.

J2H: You will never have this life, you will never have the accolades or the gold that I do, you will not be remembered for anything other then what I'm gonna do to you on Sunday. You will not be remembered for anything other then the beating I'm about to give you, it's that fucking simple so any thoughts of you standing a chance in this match, get right out of your head because you stand no chance at all, not one single chance of anything at all. I know what's going through your tiny little mind and you should be having second thoughts, you should be sitting there with all the doubt in the world in your mind because boy you're about to get fucked up.

Just the thought of getting his hands on Jayden brought that smile back to his face.

J2H: I can not wait to get my hands on you Jayden, I can not wait to wrap my hands around your neck and choke the fucking life out of you for what you've done. I can not wait to put you through windshield after windshield. I can not wait to feel your blood on my hands, I can not wait to see you cry and whimper after you realise how fucked you are. This isn't a game Jayden, this isn't something you can switch off because you know you're fucked, you started something you can't finish but I can and will finish it. It's been on my mind ever since I saw you drag your worthless ass in to Blast From The Past. I knew our path would cross, I made sure our paths would cross. I flew halfway across the fucking world to make sure our paths crossed and you got what was coming to you. You should have let sleeping dogs lie, take your licks like a man and walked away but you had to keep pushing things with me, you had to say my name again, you had to drag me back in to do what I'm about to do and you're about to regret every fucking second of it. You're gonna wish you never came to this place, because every fucking punch I land, and there will be a lot of them, is gonna remind you that you should be sitting at home yelling at twelve year olds on Call of Duty or something because Sunday, you're gonna regret being born.

He took a deep breath as he looked down the camera.

J2H: You need to face facts, face the cold hard truth that you'll never be me, that you'll never be on my level, that you'll never be anywhere near as good as I am. No one will ever be on that level, you're not even on the level of seventeen year old me. My young son could out wrestle you, out talk you and make you look like the bitch you are.

The smile returns for a few seconds as he thought about his next words.

J2H: You got a couple of days to run and change your mind, fake an injury, disappear off the face of this planet. No one would blame you if you did and no one would fucking care, they already know how this is going down, they already know I got this won so save yourself the months and months of therapy and rehab and all that bullshit. Save yourself the hospital stay because all this, from day one when you started this bullshit because you knew Daddy couldn't beat me on his own, it's been building up since then and we've reached breaking point and I am gonna break your fucking face, I'm gonna make you feel like you've been hit by a moving car, I'm gonna make you feel like you've been worked over by a fucking steamroller because once I start punching, I won't be stopping any time soon.

He exhaled slowly as he tilted his head.

J2H: What I'm about to do, is your fucking fault. It's not mine, it's not your family's fault, it's not the fans fault, it falls on one person's head and that's yours and I will remind you of that over and over again when I smear your blood on every car in that parking lot. With every spec of glass that falls, you will be reminded just how much of a fucking idiot you are Jayden. Those scars that will be left on your face will be a constant reminder of just how stupid you really are. Every time you look in the mirror and see what I've done to you, you're gonna think of me, you're gonna be haunted by me every fucking day of your life. This is not a threat, this is a one hundred percent promise that I will fuck you up more then anyone else has ever done.

He turned to look at the collection of awards on a nearby shelf.

J2H: I'm sure you'll want one of these just like ya daddy got, I'm sure you want to be better then he ever was, but you're not even half the man he was and no matter how hard you try, you never will be. You're just gonna be one of those next generation stars that fail to live up to everyone that has come before him. Your father beat the respect in to me, but that's something you could never do. We will bleed together on Sunday, I have no fucking doubt about that, but I will never, ever respect you, I will never look at you with anything other then pure hatred. You will never earn my respect for as long as you live, I will never see you as a threat to me, my legacy, my past, present or future. I will always be so much more then you could ever be.

He pointed to himself.

J2H: I am exactly who you want to me, but it will never happen, you won't beat me on my worst day and on your best day. Looking at me is not looking in to the future for you because you're not good enough for this life, you're not good enough for people to give a shit about you. It's no secret that no one on the planet likes you and they're just waiting for me to end you for good and I'm feeling generous so come Sunday, I'll give them all their wish and make this the last time anyone has to see that slapable face of yours. There's not one version of you that you can bring that is gonna change that, not one single version because I'm more confident now then I've ever been in my entire life. Come Sunday, the whole world will rejoice, the whole world will celebrate the end of you Jayden. I will be their hero and you'll be done for good.

He waved a finger at the camera.

J2H: And that's real talk bitch!


It was supercard week for SCW and wrestlers from the top of the card to the bottom of the card were in Hawaii, selling the show to everyone who would listen. Some would do TV spots, appearing on various shows to talk about SCW, others might do radio, but J2H didn't want to do either. He decided to just sit and talk to a reporter about the upcoming show. He opted to choose the beach for his interview, looking out at the blue waves creeping across the shore. His eyes focused in the distance, below the peak of his baseball cap, watching as others splash in the water. Impatiently, he looked at his expensive watch and muttered to himself.

J2H: Where the fuck is she?

He briefly considered standing up and leaving but held out for a few minutes when he was finally approached by a young woman.

Young woman: J2H?

He didn't bother to look up at the woman.

J2H: No autographs.

His tone was blunt but the young woman wasn't phased by his demeanour as she sat down next to him.

Young woman: No, I'm Cara, I'm here to interview you.

He turned his head to look at the woman and raised an eyebrow towards here.

J2H: What are you? Like twelve or something?

The youthful looking woman couldn't help but smile at J2H.

Cara: I'm twenty one. I'm from the local news website and...

He abruptly put his hand in the air.

J2H: Not really interested. I'm just here because SCW make you do this shit leading up to the big shows, if not, I'd be in my hotel room ignoring the world.

Cara: How could you miss out on views like these?

She pointed around the scenery as she spoke but J2H looked at her with a cold stare.

J2H: Very easily. Besides, staying out of public view is great when it comes to avoiding Mikah's hell spawn kids. So yeah, I could live without these views. Now you got some questions to ask?

Cara: Sure, just a second.

She reached in to her pocket, pulling out a tape recorder and hit the button on it to record everything that was to be said.

Cara: So welcome to Hawaii, how have you found it so far?

Internally, J2H was screaming at the unimportant question.

J2H: Like I do when I always come here. This isn't the first time I've been here, probably won't be the last. I don't hate it, I don't love it. I never understood places where they bury food to cook it but whatever. Think we can ask more important questions?

The woman frowned at him as he turned his head away, looking at nothing in particular in the distance.

Cara: Ok, let's talk about the upcoming show, how do you feel about it being on an actual battleship?

J2H: It's SCW, they've hosted shows on ships before. Hell, I think if Christian Underwood had his way, he'd try and do a show in Narnia or something. It's different though I guess, never fought on a battleship but meh. I don't know where the fuck they're gonna put a parking lot on there but I don't care, I show up, win and go home.

He really wasn't sure how a parking lot brawl was meant to take place on a ship but he didn't care, his mind was more on his opponent then the locale.

Cara: That's an interesting point. You spoke about it being a parking lot because it's a parking lot brawl. Does your mind change going in to that compared to a regular match?

He was already becoming bored with the question and his face reflected that.

J2H: It just means there's no rules and I can smash someone's face in to a car. My mind only changes when I think about all the shit I can get away with.

She looked slightly unsettled by his response but continued to push on.

Cara: Let's talk about the past. Have you done anything in the past that could give you an advantage in this type of match?

J2H: I've done much bigger matches then this shit. Compared to half the stuff I've done, this match is nothing, but everything people has done in their careers lead them to where they are to get an advantage. All the stuff I've done has given me the experience to get me through this. My opponent, compared to me, other then the fact he is a certified idiot, he doesn't have the experience to beat me in this thing. He doesn't have the skills to get through this without me dragging his ass through it. Don't be fooled in to thinking this is a wrestling match. It's not even close, this is a straight up fight and I don't lose those.

Cara: How does these types of matches effect your family?

He raised his eyebrow at the unexpected question and looked at her through narrowed eyes.

J2H: You would have to ask them, but they know I know how to get shit done. They know I know how to handle business. They've seen me go through much worse. They saw my recovery after getting hit by a car, they saw me in match after match where violence was a given. My wife used to wrestle, she knows what it's all about and my son loves wrestling. Everyone who gets in that ring is a superhero to him.

Cara couldn't help but smile as she looked at J2H, his face somehow changed while talking about his family.

Cara: That's sweet, are your family here with you? I would love to meet them.

J2H: They are in Hawaii, but they didn't need to be here. They're by the pool or something so I doubt you'll get to meet them.

Cara: That's a shame. So back to the wrestling questions. How do you prepare for matches? Any superstitions?

J2H: Wrestlers aren't really superstitious, some pray in their mind but I don't think anyone is that superstitious. I just show up and go out there and do what I do best. I hit the gym most days but I would do that if I wasn't about to show up and fight. People just do what they need to for people to buy tickets but I don't need to really even do that. People want to see me anyway.

Cara: Well you are one of the most famous wrestlers in the world.

He knew she was stroking his ego, he wasn't sure she even had any interest in wrestling with the unusual questions, but he went with it anyway.

J2H: I'm not one of the most famous wrestlers in the world, I am the most famous wrestler in the world. No one has ever done what I have in wrestling, no one has even come close to what I've done in wrestling and no one ever will. When I was a kid, I told myself I was gonna be the best fucking wrestler in the world and here I am, the best wrestler in the world. I don't need the title, I don't need the main event to be the best there has ever been. I am the best there's ever been. It's no coincidence that whenever I'm around, sales go through the roof. People are not coming here to be bored to death by the rest of the roster, they're coming here to see me. People are flying in from all over the world just to see me. Did you know that?

Cara: I did not.

J2H: Well it's fucking true. When you look at the crowd, there's gonna be more J2H signs then any other wrestler. There always is because people wanna see me kick the shit out of someone. Believe me, they always leave happy cause its what I do.

She looked at him, politely keeping a straight face.

Cara: I like the confidence.

J2H: It's not confidence, it's straight fact. There's a reason I keep coming back, because SCW need me more then I need to wrestle. They know I'm the one who makes them more money then anyone else on the roster.

He stood up and looked down at Cara.

J2H: We done now? Good, because I'm bored out of my fucking head sitting here.

Without another word, J2H walked away without a single care in the world, leaving the young reporter stunned and confused as the scene ends.