[Christian Underwood]

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[J2H]

The day had passed and the moon had risen, shining down on the water surrounding the cruise ship. One man stood on an abandoned deck, no one within one hundred feet of him as he looked down at the activity below. The camera zoomed in on the man to see him as J2H.

J2H: Why fucking him?

He spoke through gritted teeth as the words hit the night air.

J2H: Of all the fucking people who would have came to the rescue of that worthless piece of shit, it had to be him, it had to be the man who did what he did to me. Beat me within an inch of who I was, changed me in ways I could never explain. It had to be Entity, it just fucking had to be.

The angry tone in his voice filled the air.

J2H: Probably thought you played a masterstroke, right Jayden? Finding the man who tried to put me in the ground, just to fuck with my head a little more. I think you got that one a little bit wrong because it's another genius move for you cause what you've done is put someone in the firing line that I've wanted to get my hands on for a long, long time. Oh no, not the man who beat me up and disappeared, not the guy who fucked with my head, what am I to do?

His tone was mocking and a cocky smile appeared.

J2H: Bro, I've been waiting to get my hands on him for a long fucking time. I needed to put right what went wrong last time and I'm not gonna fucking miss, so maybe I should thank you Jayden, maybe I should thank you because you're the fucking gift that just keeps giving. You're forever giving me the chance to beat the hell out of you, always giving me that chance and now you've given me a chance to bury someone I've wanted to for a long time.

A serious look passed J2H's face.

J2H: You must be thinking that you could do what you did to me again, you little masked bastard. I got news for ya, lightning isn't gonna strike twice, you're not doing that to me again, you're never doing that to me again, because pay back is a bitch and I'm about to be collecting. I thought about this moment over and over again Entity, I laughed when your star started to fade, but I always knew we'd cross paths again and I was ready for it, I am ready for it, I will not be the one laying there with blood pissing out of my head again. This doesn't happen for you again, in fact, what happens will be the opposite, but I won't be disappearing like you did, I'll make sure to hit, and hit, and hit, and hit, and hit and hit, till you stop moving. I will beat you so fucking hard, they're going to have to peel me off you. You being the stupid one to join that idiots side, just put you in a whole fucking world of trouble. I'm not coming to play Entity, I'm coming to hurt your DC villain looking ass. You changed me, you made me sit there and think I was playing too nice for shit bags that don't deserve to breathe the same air as me. You made me switch back to who I once was, the person everyone hoped was dead and buried.

He smiled.

J2H: But he's alive and kicking thanks to you. You will be destroyed by your own creation, you will be wiped out. It's your own fault for wanting to help out that idiot. Speaking of that idiot.

He cleared his throat.

J2H: When will you learn Jayden?

He paused for a second.

J2H: Stupid question because we all know the answer is you'll never learn. You keep coming at me, you come at Raven and you expect things to be different because you have something that looks like shit CGI in your corner? Just because you have him there makes you no less of the trash you've always been. This is just rinse and repeat. You come at us one way, we kick the shit out of you, you come at us another way, again, we kick the shit out of you, you come at us a different way, we kick the shit out of you. Do you see a fucking pattern here Jayden? Everything you do is pointless when it comes to us because it ends the same way, every fucking time, it ends the exactly same way but you're too stupid to see that.

He let out a sigh.

J2H: Did I give you brain damage or something with every beating I gave you? Is that why you keep coming back like a little lost puppy? I guess I never got the message across clear enough so I'm gonna up my game and give you a clearer message that we are done after this, no more trying to take down the man who is clearly your hero.

He pointed to himself.

J2H: No more will you be chasing me for clout, because you want to be in my spotlight. This will be your burial at sea. This is where I make sure no one ever has to hear your name again. We're sick of you Jayden and its down to me to put an end to you, it's down to Alexander to put an end to you and in a couple of days time, we're gonna do exactly that.

He looked around.

J2H: Enjoy your last few days at sea, enjoy your last few days in life because this is one trip you don't come back from. This will be the last thing you ever do in life. This will be it for you. So say goodbye to your family, look in their eyes at the disappointment of having you born in to their world, because you're going out of this world as your daddy's biggest failure.

He smirked slightly.

J2H: This is where it all ends for you, it will not be your dream ending. This is it for you Jayden, you can't and won't stop it, there's nothing left for you to do but accept it. That's real talk bitch.

The camera fades to black.

["Scumbag" Kevin Carter]

The shot found itself opening up to a very unfamiliar part of the Princess Cruise Ship. That being where all the engines that powered the ship and carried them to their destination.

The area was secluded and poorly lit. After all, there was no need for most people to be here. Off in the distance the light shined just right to reveal the masked enigma.

The Entity sat there in peace. With their head tilting up some those hateful glowing eyes could finally be seen with silence being broken.

“Why?”

By then the cameras had zoomed in a little more. To get a close up of that masked figure.

“Why am I getting involved?
Why does this concern me?
Why am I throwing my name in the hat?
Why did I choose to be Jayden Harris’s tag team partner?
Why do I care who wins and loses in this situation?”

Their painted lips had curled into a small devious smirk. One that just told the viewers that there was something evil awaiting.

“For two weeks now.
Some variant of that question has been asked.
Over and over and over again.
Not that it is anyone’s concern.
Or anyone’s business.
I owe none of you a goddamn thing.

But I’ll bite.
Let me start off by saying. It has nothing to do with Jayden.
Quite honestly. . .
I don’t care if the kid crashes and burns on his journey here.
Whatever bed he has made for himself.
He can lie in it and deal with what comes.

That’s none of my concern.
But when it comes to J2H and Alexander Raven.
That’s where I feel like it becomes my concern.
That’s when I feel like I need to insert myself.
And that’s when I feel like something needs to be handled.
But I can see the confusion.”

A slight shake in the masked figure’s head was seen. Before Entity found themselves standing up from where they were sitting. Taking a couple of steps forward.

“To start off with when it comes to Mr. Raven.
That’s a fun little story for me to tell when it comes to where I fit in.
You see for the longest time you have been telling the world.
Anyone and everyone that would listen.
That you’ve been held back from reaching your full potential.

Every opportunity you’ve had, Mr. Raven.
It’s been about how Ward and Underwood have been out to screw you.
Out to sabotage you in any way they could.
Every chance you’ve gotten. You’ve told us all.
How you have been intentionally set up to fail.

Nothing seems to please you more. . .
Than setting out to make yourself seem like a victim.
To try and gather some type of sympathy from someone.
You desire to have this massive pity party.
But there’s so many holes in your plot line. It doesn’t make sense.”

Those sets of eyes showed a different look to them. One that showed a hint of disgust and disappointment. Although it didn’t seem to last long.

“How can you claim to be held back?
Yet, you are the current Roulette Champion.
How can you say no one wants to see you succeed?
Yet, you were given a chance to become a double champion a few weeks ago.
How can you stand there with a straight face and say they don’t want you here?
Yet, you are on the supercard and are still employed by Sin City Wrestling.

You see none of what you say is making sense Mr. Raven.
In fact all this says is you’re a giant man child that believes he’s better than what he is.
And because you’re not in the positions you believe you should be.
Instead of looking yourself in the mirror and taking accountability.
It has to be someone else's fault. It had to be the wrongdoings of others.
You’re a sad pathetic little excuse for a man.”

Entity’s eyes glowing once again with hate as they narrowed.

“You are celebrated in ways.
You are recognized in ways.
You are still given chances to improve and be something.
Meanwhile I’m someone that has truly lived the career you’re trying to claim.
Christian. Mark. They actually did do me dirty.

Brought me in based on name value.
Promised me the world, but as soon as pen was to paper.
I was thrown into a shitty tag team that was never going to amount to anything.
Set up right out the gate to fail.
It was made clear right then and there how they viewed me.

But I didn’t act like you, Mr. Raven.
No, I took it on the chin and made the most of it.
Succeed in that tag team. Passed up my partner easily.
And made them see that they were making a big mistake.
Although they wouldn’t admit that to me.

Then despite all odds and against everything they wanted.
I was good enough to get myself into the quote main event scene.
I captured the World Heavyweight Championship.
Something you haven’t done and more than likely will never do.
But I did it and it didn’t settle well with them.

From then on they were hell bent on seeing to it that I failed.
Throwing their favorites and their so-called legends at me.
I wasn’t their Goth. I wasn’t their Drake Green.
They weren’t going to get behind me like they did them.
Constantly putting me in unwinnable situations.

And I kept overcoming it all.
Until one day I didn’t and when that happened.
I was told my contract wouldn’t be renewed.
They informed me they were going in a different direction.
That I no longer fit their mold. Not that I ever did.”

Entity found themselves continuing to stroll along. The engines of the cruise ship got a little louder with each passing moment as clearly speed was beginning to pick up for it.

“And since then...
No mention of my name.
No mention of what I’ve done/
No mention of what I accomplished.
They were determined to erase my legacy.

To which they succeeded in doing so.
I was a true victim of biasedness.
A true victim of unfair treatment.
Unlike you, Mr. Raven.
It’s only being said because of your own insecurities.

But rest assured this Sunday.
I’ll show you what being a true victim is all about.
To the point you’ll wish everything you have been saying was true.
And to the point you are going to tell yourself.
You should have just left earlier.”

The piercing glare of the masked figure said all it needed to with those remarks.

“The pain I intend to inflict on you.
It’ll be unlike anything you have ever experienced before.
The amount of blood you’re going to lose at my hands.
It’ll truly look like a massacre took place.
The unconscious heap I have every intention of leaving you in.

It’ll be a constant scene replayed in every video package from here on out.
I’ve experienced everything you wish you had while at the same time.
I am everything that you wish that you were.
Simply put Mr. Raven. You’re just a pawn in this game of chess.
And check-mate. Game over.”

Once again the devious smirk crossed the masked figure’s painted lips. As the Entity found itself coming to a stop and leaning against the wall.

“And then there’s you, J2H.
You are also a concern of mine.
For no other reason than our story here isn’t finished.
You see, everyone knows the story about when I showed up a few months ago.
I came back and I targeted you.
And the reason I targeted you is because you got to live the career I was meant to have.

From day one you had Mark and Christian behind you.
From day one you had everyone singing your praises.
Fans may have hated you, but they still showed up to see you compete.
The locker room may have feared you, but at the same time they respected you.
You had all the big main events.

You had historic championship reign after championship reign.
And ultimately you landed yourself in the Hall of Fame.
You got to live everything I was meant to have and in a lot of ways they just handed it to you.
So you became public enemy number one for me.
And in doing so it didn’t take me long at all to figure out.

You’re not the big bad wolf everyone says you are.
No, not at all. Instead J2H is just a gimmick.
A character. Someone you see in fairytales.
It’s one giant facade put on for the SCW Universe.
But James, the man.

Well that’s a different story isn’t it?
James, the man is weak minded.
James, the man is a coward.
James, the man is bottom of the barrel scum.
And James, the man isn’t anything special.”

Cameras found themselves zooming in once again on the Entity’s masked face. Their tone was starting to take a slight turn into something a little nastier sounding.

A little more bitter if one will. Keeping their arms folded across their chest staring right at the little red light that was on said camera.

“The moment I got into the ring with you.
I found that out first hand.
You even admit it yourself. I struck fear into you.
I changed the way you saw things.
I made you realize just how brutal this world can be.
When you’ve got a giant target on your back.

I made your life hell for weeks upon weeks.
Then when we got into the ring with each other.
I put you through more physical torture than you’ve ever dreamed of going through.
Several times in that match. I saw it in your eyes.
You wanted to quit. You wanted to give up. You wanted to go home.
But your ego wouldn’t allow it.

However, I took pity on you that night.
Once I realized who you were as a person, James.
I knew there was nothing for me to be jealous of anymore.
You are not what you have been hyped up to be.
And beating you within an inch of your life was good enough.
By the way, you never thanked me for letting you survive.”

There was a little bit of a chuckle that escaped those painted lips. Still with the same bitter and ungenuine tone to it.

“This time though. I won’t have pity on you.
I’m not going to disappear mid-match and let you live to fight another day.
Not when you went right back into the gimmick and the character.
Pretending as if I didn’t expose you in front of the world to see.
If that’s how you’re going to be. Then you deserve what’s coming your way.

There’s only two saving graces for you in this situation.
One, it’s not like the last match we had. I unfortunately have to destroy you.
Within the confines of the rules. No flaming tables.
No thumb tacks. No chair shots. So on and so forth.
I have to deal with the rules.

I can deal with that for one night.
I can act right to not get disqualified just to beat your ass.
Of course that’s where the other saving grace for you comes in.
This is a tag match. Yes, it’s one I inserted myself into.
But It’s still a tag match.

You have a partner you seemingly can trust.
As confusing as it is you’d dumb yourself down to teaming with someone less than you.
But it’s something you seemingly trust and that will make a difference.
Meanwhile I have to deal with a man-child that only seems to react off emotions.
That is a potentially toxic situation for me.

Rest assured though. If Jayden costs me. . .
What I am aiming to go out and do.
Then when this is all said and done. He’ll become my problem.
And I’ll do what you two haven’t been able to do.
That'll be his career off, before it can even begin.”

The look in their eyes was one that showed just how serious they were. Even with things failing over the last few weeks for the Entity.

Despite all of that, they will still someone that believed in everything that they said. Not one that was weak minded and not one that could have someone get to them.

“The two of you have desperately wanted to be the center of attention.
One of you wants to be something you will never be.
And the other wants everyone to buy into their bullshit legend again.
So bad to the point that you are making yourselves look more and more pathetic.
By each and every passing second.
But this is where it ends.

Not only will you not become the center of attention like you crave.
But no one is ever going to say the name Alexander Raven again.
No one is ever going to say J2H was a legend ever again.
Because, I am going to do what should have been done a long time ago.
Take you out behind the shed and put a bullet between both your eyes.
Old yeller style.”

That evil smirk seemed to grow a little more.

“No matter how many years have passed. No matter how much they don’t want it to be a thing.
My career, my legacy, and my name will be restored. It will live on for generations to come.
Sin City Wrestling, you will bow before your messiah.
Long Live The Entity!”

Entity took a couple of steps forward with those glaring eyes still being the focus point. Reaching out with their gloved hand they covered the lens of the cameras. Forcing the shot to come to an end.

[Jayden]

In less than twenty four hours Sin City Wrestling would set out for their summer cruise which consisted of the supercard event Summer XXXtreme taking place. One of the most talked about events of the summer and rightfully so. Now with the cameras rolling in they found themselves on the very cruise that was set to take sail. In particular the cameras opened up on the Captain’s cabin.

Focused on a chair that found itself spinning around in a matter of seconds to reveal the person sitting there was none other than the second generation sensation, Jayden. An arrogant smirk crossed his lips as he put his hands behind his head and tossed his feet up on the desk before him. Not taking long at all for that arrogance to ooze out of him.

“Being a captain isn’t something that you can just become overnight.”

A tiny little shake of his head could be seen.

“To be a captain, it takes years of experience. It takes years of dedication. Requires a bunch of knowledge. You need to know the ins and outs of the ship you’re in charge of. There’s a lot that comes with it. By no means is it considered an easy job, but every now and then. Someone will come along that won’t have to work as hard as everyone else when it comes to being a captain.

Now there’s a couple different reasons that may happen. That person could have been born into a family of captains. Something that they had been around, introduced, and showed at such an early age. That it’s something that was maintained when they became an adult and decided to pursue that career. Or it could simply just be something that person was born to do. All raw natural talent.”

Following those words, it was the little point to himself that drove home the point he was trying to make. From there he dragged his feet off the desk and stood himself up starting to walk around the desk.

“The people that have all the natural raw talent. The people that are just good at it. The people that are just natural born captains. Boy oh boy are they hated by so many others. It’s usually the former captains that were just never that good or people that could never quite be a captain. How fitting of our situation when you think about it am I right gentlemen?

You see, while I ignore most of it. I hear and see all that’s been said about me since I arrived here. Most of the time it’s from peanut gallery pussies. They aren’t worth the time of day of being addressed in the first place. But they’re just like you two. Jealous of the raw natural talent I have. Jealous that in that ring I’m better than them in year two than they are in year ten.

Jealous that I can easily take over as the captain of Sin City Wrestling and steer this ship into the right direction that it has so desperately needed for years. I just don’t care enough to do something for the whole company. All I want to do is benefit me and me alone. But because that’s who I am. Because that’s how good I can be. It bothers people. It bothers you, James and you, Alexander.”

His lips remained curled a bit into that smirk. Something about it just drove the point home that he truly enjoyed getting under someone’s skin. In specific the two men he was talking about.

“Let’s start with you, Alexander!

Why does it bother you so much how good I am? Well, it’s simple, I am without a doubt the future of professional wrestling. Whereas you have at no point in time ever been considered to be the future. At no point has anyone ever considered you to be a main eventer here. No one has ever looked at you and said you know that Alexander Raven guy. He sure has future World Champion written on him.

Since the day you stepped foot in this place. You’ve always been just looked at as just a good hand. Not terrible. Not great. But you're passable. You’ll have your moment in the sun against the likes of Rodrigo Afonso, Justin Smith, and Bill Barnhart. However, that’s where it ends. Your name put on the card against anyone else and people run to vegas to put their paycheck on you,

In the sense that it’s a guarantee you’re going to choke and it’ll get them some money. However you’re so goddamn delusional and refuse to accept what your role is around here. That you just had to come up with something to explain your shortcomings. It had to be everyone else’s fault. It had to be this company holding your back. It was Mark and Christian’s fault.

All this talk about conspiracies, being held back, and how you can’t wait until your contract is up in x amount of months so you can go somewhere else. How you are going to rejoice and be so happy that you’re working for a company that sees some much value in you. Working for a place that respects you. And working for a place that is going to see you as a main event star.”

Jayden shook his head from side to side. Finding himself just taking a seat on the edge of that desk. His arms now folded across his chest with a disappointing look taking over his expression.

“Dawg, I told you a few weeks ago when I beat the piss out of you. No one is buying the bullshit you’re selling. No one believes the conspiracy theories. No one believes you’re being held back. In fact they all believe what I already said. You’re just not that good homie. Never have been. Never will be. And just like I said before. You can leave at any given point.

I would bet money on the fact that you would receive no legal repercussions for breaking your contract early. Zero chance you get sued going somewhere else and trying to slander the company’s name. And the reason for that is because you serve no real purpose. Losing you doesn’t hurt the company in any way, shape, or form. So please take your ass on somewhere else.

As we’re all sick and tired of hearing you bitch. But in the same breath of saying that. I know you’re not going to go anywhere. You’re not going to be a man of his word. No, you’re just like a female Alexander. You want attention twenty four seven. Even if it's negative attention you’re getting said attention. Pathetic if you ask me, but what can I really expect from a man that acts like a true bitch?

Then of course I have to take the other thing into consideration. You’ve managed to convince James to allow yourself to leach to him. After that man has dog-walked you several times throughout the years. Somehow you’ve convinced him into allowing you to be by his side. Be his best friend and form whatever this stupid team is. And because it’s a thing you believe it’s going to change things for you.

You believe that by James dragging you along for the ride. It’s suddenly going to make you relevant and suddenly going to make you mean something. When in reality all it’s going to do is make you look like a glorified side kick. Even your wife outshines you, so really that’s something you should already be used to, Alexander. But trust me when I tell you, this alliance isn’t going to work out like you think.”

Another little shake of the young man’s head. As he spoke with such certainty, almost as if he knew something the man he addressed didn’t know.

“For crying out loud Alexander...

With J2H agreeing to let you latch onto his nuts. It should have been easy for the two of you to take me out a couple weeks ago. Because let’s be honest here. Two is always going to outweigh one. No matter the situation. I’m not an idiot. I understand realities, but with that being said the reality is you just aren’t good enough to put a permanent end to me. No matter who is carrying you.

You two did a good job in putting me down, but it wasn’t enough to keep me down. In fact all the two of you ended up doing was pissing me off a whole lot more than I already was. You also motivated me just a little bit more. Lit that fire inside of me that hasn’t been lit yet. Once we all see each other on Sunday. You’re both going to get a major reality check.

You can’t achieve what you’re set out to achieve against me. And when that becomes a reality. Also the reality will set in on James. That you’re nothing more than dead weight. You’re still the useless bag of shit you were months ago when he was punking your ass up and down the ring. Once that reality sets back in, he’s going to drop you like a bad habit Alexander.

Then you’re going to go from being J2H’s lackey back to being one of the resident punching bags for SCW. No one likes the truth. No one likes reality, but that’s what it is. Whether you want to believe it or not. Just like the way I see things with this match Alexander. The only way it can end now is when I gut you like a fish in front of the world to see!”

The arrogance on Jayden’s face at that moment said everything it needed to say. Now whether or not the words he said were taken seriously or not. That was not his concern. His warning had been sent and now it was up to him to carry it out until the finish.


The days were ticking down before Jayden was set to head out to sea for what would be another big match. Not quite as big as he had back at Into The Void, but it was still pretty big for someone so young in his career. It had been months since Jayden had actually ‘come home’. It was a lot of being on the road and staying with his girlfriend.

Today, it was early enough that he didn’t think it would be a situation where he would have to deal with anyone when it came to using the family gym. Turning the lights on, the gym had just about everything you could ask for. The thing he needed the most was the ring though. Approaching it as he tossed his duffle bag down in the corner and pulled himself up onto the ring apron.

Wiping his feet off on the apron before swinging one his legs over the ropes and climbing in. First thing he did was lean against the ropes and start to stretch himself out. But it turned out that he wasn’t as alone as he had liked or wanted. “Didn’t I tell you to leave it alone?” was the phrase he heard causing him to turn his attention in the direction of the voice. Approaching the ring was his father.

JAYDEN HARRIS: I don’t have time to deal with this.

MICHAEL HARRIS: That’s too fucking bad.

The older man pulled himself up on the apron and climbed into the ring. Jayden turned his back to his father and started to approach the corner. However before he got far, Michael grabbed his arm and spin him around.

MICHAEL HARRIS: You will look at me when I talk to you.

JAYDEN HARRIS: Touch me again...

MICHAEL HARRIS: And you’ll what? I’ll knock your teeth down your throat before you had a chance to even swing first!

The comment from his father had Jayden seething.

MICHAEL HARRIS: I get it Jayden. I fucking get it more than anyone else would. At twenty one. I thought I could take on the world too. I thought I was untouchable. I thought I was invincible. I believed I could take on the world and make as many enemies as I wanted...

JAYDEN HARRIS: Let me just stop you right there, old man. Are we really going to do this again? Take a trip down memory lane of your career once again?! You’re insufferable sometimes.

MICHAEL HARRIS: Excuse me?!

JAYDEN HARRIS: You supposedly retired. You left it all behind but you can’t stop yourself from talking about your hay day. Ever since I got into this business. It’s all you talk about. Compare your career to mine.

The seething in Jayden was coming out a little more.

JAYDEN HARRIS: Making sure I understand that your career outshines mine. Making sure I understand that right now I’m nothing compared to you as far as the business goes. But you haven’t even given me a chance to stand out and see what I can do.

MICHAEL HARRIS: You have it all wrong. You selfish little brat!

JAYDEN HARRIS: Well, I wonder where I learned selfishness from.

That comment had Michael turned a certain shade of red in the face. Clearly not happy with the comment either. Both men seemingly knew how to get under the other’s skin.

JAYDEN HARRIS: I don’t have it wrong. You couldn’t even just stay away from Sin City Wrestling and let me have my time in the sun. No, you just had to be the host of Summer XXXtreme. And you can tell everyone else whatever you want to tell them. I’m your son. I know more than anyone else how you are. You agreed to be the host for your own selfishness and to boost your own ego.

The narrowed gaze on Michael’s expression said it all. He wasn’t one that tolerated disrespect, but to receive from his kid. That was a different story. Disrespectful on a whole different level.

JAYDEN HARRIS: I told you weeks ago. You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. I’m an adult. I’m in control of my life now. I’m in control of my career. I did what I needed to do. Those two weren’t just getting away with what they did to me. And I know why it bothers you that I didn’t let it be. It has everything to do with the fact that I didn’t ask you to be in my corner. Newsflash Dad, I don’t need NOR do I want you in my corner. It’s a little too late for all of that.

Jayden found himself leaning in the corner of the ring now. Glaring back at his father, not backing down from whatever business he felt he needed to stand on.

JAYDEN HARRIS: That eats alive at you. I can tell, but you know maybe just maybe if you had been a better father. Been around more when I was a kid. Did more to support me back then. Today’s conversation might’ve been a little different. But you did what you did. That’s fine. It’s in the past. You can’t go back and change it. And I can’t change how I am now. But I’m going to tell you one thing.

MICHAEL HARRIS: Go ahead Jayden. Be the man that you think you are. Get it off your chest.

JAYDEN HARRIS: Stay your old ass in the back and handle whatever bitch tasks that comes with being involved as the host. Don’t come out there during my match. Don’t stick your nose in my business. Don’t alter any stipulations. As a matter of fact, don’t even bother watching the match. I’ve got this all on my own. The sooner you start to understand that. Maybe you can finally come to peace with retiring.

He found himself just looking back at his father. The tension between the two had gotten so thick so fast. Michael nodded his head a little bit.

MICHAEL HARRIS: There is so much I want to say to your stupid self entitled ass but clearly you’re a man now. You’re all grown up. You don’t need help. You don’t need guidance. No one can tell you a goddamn thing right, kid?

JAYDEN HARRIS: Glad to see dementia hasn’t set in yet, Pops.

MICHAEL HARRIS: That’s clever. Not the first person to use a remark like that. Since no one can tell you anything. Maybe you should go back to the drawing board when it comes to insults, junior.

He found himself taking a step back and started to exit the ring. Stopping right there on the apron to look back at his oldest.

MICHAEL HARRIS: I only told you to leave it alone because I know right now you aren’t ready. Your ego is still far too fragile and your skills aren’t where you want them to be right now. But don’t worry Jayden, I’ll let you be the man you think you are. But dont come crying to me when those two split your head like a fucking egg.

Following those words, the older of the two men jumped down from the apron. Finding himself walking on out of the gym. Leaving Jayden standing there in the corner. Still seething, still feeling some type of way in the pit of his gut. All the Brat wanted more than anything was to get out from under his father’s shadow and handle things on his own. Even if this was going about things the wrong way. He was going to have to learn to sink or swim on his own.


“James.”

The Brat still sat there on the corner of the desk that belonged to the cabin. His eyes narrowing a little bit just by mentioning the man’s name.

“Isn’t this getting old?

I mean the whole having to latch yourself to the last name Harris to have even the tiniest amount of relevance once again. That hasn’t gotten old yet? I get it. Last year was the most people have cared or given a shit about you in years. I get that it revitalized you in ways. I totally understand it was a chance for you to prove to people you still mattered, but jesus christ my guy. Get off our dick.

Can you be that hung up about me running you over? Sure, I messed up. I didn’t get the job done. You should be rotting in a grave somewhere. That’s totally on me. But are you really that obsessed over it? You’re making it sound like I did something to your family and how I made it so personal. Yet, at the same time you -- the man that claims that he doesn’t need the money or this company.

You’re the man that makes it sound so negative when you have to be around. A man that constantly vacates championships left and right because there’s supposedly no competition. Yet, you’re miserable ass is still around more often than that. Sounds like you’re the one doing more damage to your family. By being a failing father that chooses not to be home and watch his child grow.

By being a horrible husband, choosing that work is more important than how your wife feels and what she wants. Your displacement of blame on me makes no sense when you’ve been around all this time well before I ever showed up. You’re just too much of a coward to look yourself in the mirror and admit the truth. You’re a glory hound. You crave attention. You desire to be the captain steering the ship.”

Jayden had finally pushed himself off the corner of that desk. Taking a couple of steps forward and within a couple seconds the entire control center for the ship became clear in the camera shot. Reaching out with his right hand, he let his fingers guide along the wheel.

“You can try to deny it all you want, but the proof is all over.

Now there’s no denying the fact that at one point James. You truly were the captain of Sin City Wrestling. You steered the ship for many-many years. You were feared because of how you ruled with an iron fist. People pissed down their legs the moment that they knew they had to be in the ring with you. It was rare that your name ever came up in the loss column.

I’ve done my research James. I am more than aware of what I am up against. Been prepared for a long-long time. But in knowing why you feel the way you do as far as being invincible. I also see the cracks in your armor that you don’t see and have never seen. Yes, at one point you with the captain but that entire time all you were doing was leading this company down a horrific path.

You’re the primary reason this company has been sinking for a long time. There’s people that have come along and have tried to keep it a float. It’s why it still exists, but you’re the reason that it has started to sink. You’re the reason this company has been close to non-existing on a couple occasions. You want to act like you’re the man and want to pretend you’re everything to this company.

But the moment someone shows up that becomes threatening to you. The moment you might actually have to work to prove why you are what you say that you are. The second someone seems like they might be a challenge. You want to tuck your tail between your legs and run away. Disappear for a few weeks to a month. Drop your title. Abandon the ship. Leave it high and dry.

Without a single care in the world for what could happen. As long as you come out protected and looking like gold. That’s ultimately all that matters to you. But in reality it’s fucking pathetic and it makes you look like a quivering pussy. Just not very many people have had the balls to actually call it out as such. But I’m not a coward. I’m not going to back down. I’m not going to run away just because of your reputation.”

Both of his hands now rested on either side of the wheel. Gripping it and giving it a little twist here and there. Almost as if he was just trying to get a feel for it.

“Which if I’m being honest James.

That’s probably something that irks you to your core. That your reputation can’t scare me and make me back down like it has done to so many others in the past. But to get back to the point at hand. You will take your balls and essentially run home for a little while. However, after a little bit. That desire starts to burn deep in the pit of your gut. That craving for attention starts to ooze out of you.

Your ego starts to let you know it needs to be stroked. And that mindset of being a captain takes over. Leading to your eventual return. And as always because of your reputation. You don’t have to work for anything. You’re just thrusted back into the lime-light. You take what you want. You reach the top once again. Take back the seat of being captain. Until you decide to sink it again by running away.

Rinse and repeat. Over and over again. It just keeps happening and this company keeps allowing it to happen. It’s downright pathetic. Now I dare you to say I’m a liar James. I dare you tell me that I’m making things up. I dare you to try and deny any of this. Because it doesn’t take much to look at the history books of this place and see where you get exposed.

I get that it’s a bitter pill for you to swallow. A harsh reality for you to live in. But it’s a reality that you’ve created. It’s about damn time that you face it. Because as long as I exist within this company. I’m going to bring it up. I’m going to shove it in your face. I’m going to make it hard for you to run away from. Basically the way I see it James.

I’m going to make you along with all the followers that you have see it and start to believe in it. Once that happens. Once it starts to sink in. People begin to abandon you the way you’ve abandoned this place. Once you start to believe things as they are and it ruins your world. It’ll finally start to get better around here. Because the world that this place lives in that you are the end all be all will no longer exist.”

Taking his hands off the wheel. Jayden found himself turning back around to face the cameras there in the cabin.

“The thing I just don’t understand...

Why would you form this alliance with Alexander? What is it that you’re getting out of it James? How does it benefit you at all? It’s not like that man has ever been viewed as a true threat. Nor has he ever been viewed as a leader of any sorts. No one would ever consider Alexander the captain of anything. So, even wanting him as a co-captain just doesn’t make sense to me.

Deep down inside you, James. You know that man is going to disappoint you. You know that he’s the weak link of this alliance. You know as long as the two of you are associated with each other. You’re going to be laughed at and he’s never going to be viewed as your equal. So again, I have to ask. What’s the point? What do you gain here?

Unless the time that you never thought would come is actually on the horizon. Unless it’s clear in your head now that you know you can’t be what you once were. Unless the reality has started to set in that you cannot do anything on your own anymore. You cannot succeed. You cannot be at the top of the mountain without helping getting there.

If that’s the case. If that’s what you are using Alexander for. My oh my has the mighty fallen. But at the end of the day. You have to do whatever you think is going to benefit you. It may be laughable and pathetic in my eyes, but it isn’t going to stop you from doing it. However, let me just make it more than clear to you. Your days at the top are indeed done. You are never reclaiming that spot.”

Another small little shake of his head could be seen. Keeping those eyes locked forward.

“Gentlemen. I would have much rather this been a handicap match.

That way the two of you couldn’t whine and complain about anything. So you both couldn’t bicker like the little twats that you are. But my hands were tied and at zero hour someone decided to step up to be my tag partner. It was already bad enough that the two of you had to deal with me. Someone that doesn’t respect you and has no problem making you look like fools.

But now you’re also in the ring with someone that doesn’t care about your physical well-being. In the ring with someone that doesn’t care how many bones he has to break or muscles he has to tear. Someone that clearly thrives off of chaos and destruction. Very different from how I handle business, but if he’s going to aid me in what needs to be done. Then so be it.

But you are without a doubt outmatched. You are outclassed. You are about to be in a world of hurt. When in reality, once you really think about it and break it down. The two of you have no one to blame but yourselves for what’s waiting around the corner for you. You wanted to play with fire. Now you’re going to get third degree burns!”

Jayden found himself then walking towards the door of the cabin. Before he walked out he stopped and reached up grabbing the Captain’s hat that sat firmly on a hook. Taking it in his hands and looking at it for a second. Before placing it on his head and looking right at the cameras a final time.

“I’m the captain now, bitch.”

Offering that smug smirk that only he could give. Jayden grabbed the door and slammed it shut on his way out of the cabin. Leaving the cameras to linger there for a second or two before fading to black. Leaving the entire SCW Universe to wonder what was going to happen when all four men collided with one another in twenty four hours time.

[Alexander Raven]

“Double duty. It’s not unheard of. It’s pretty common in this industry actually. Defending champions who also find themselves in the crosshairs of a far more important personal issue. So when I agreed to the match with Jayden? I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t afraid of having to wrestle twice. I wasn’t afraid of the idea of needing to prove myself twice in one night. For better or worse, people have come to understand this one key thing. I’m going to fight when I want to fight. I’m going to do what I want to do. I am going to hurt whoever the fuck I want, and right now? I want to hurt Jayden Harris and the fucking nobody no face no name wannabe scary and spooky halloween prospect that is Entity.”

“Bravo, Jayden. You found the one person who is simple enough, dumb enough and idiotic enough to step into the ring at your side. You found the one moron who thought that they could make a difference if they stood at the side of the mouthy little brat. I have made it abundantly clear that I don’t like you Jayden. In the weeks leading up to this you have solidified that for me. Not only are you an arrogant and vainglorious little shit, you are a terrible fucking human being. Anti-woke is probably how you see it. Thinking that your little ignorant homophobic remarks are just words.”

“See, I grew up fighting to protect people from cunts like you. From mongrels who think mocking feminine traits, or playing on tropes of homosexuality for kicks is justifiable. It’s funny to me, that you mouth off and think that it doesn’t matter. Well boy, I’m here to tell you. I will kick your fucking teeth in if you don’t wise the fuck up. See as much as people don’t like me. As much as I want out of here, if I need to, I will hang around as long as it takes to teach you a fucking lesson. To make you understand that the things you say are more than just words. The things you say are more than just jokes.”

“See, I have been surrounded by young people for years. It comes part and parcel with running a fun little dive bar that makes them feel like adults. I’ve been surrounded by impetuous fucking children for years. I’ve heard the foulest things, I’ve seen people do things that deserve to put them in the fucking ground, and there was one thing people quickly came to understand when you went to my place. That if I don’t like you? If I don’t like the way you talk? If I don’t think you show the required level of tolerance and understanding? Then you were fair game to have your fucking head kicked in.”

“My issue with you is you think you're indestructible. My issue with you is that you think you deserve acknowledgement and respect for simply existing, and let me tell you, boy. The only thing this world owes you, is that which you already have. Life. You were given it, given consciousness and now you are to live in it. Not to tear others' lives down, not to ruin others because you feel entitled to more. But I can hear it now? I’m thinking too much into things. I’m taking your words in ways they aren’t meant to be taken. Why am I so angry when all you're doing is proving how good you are?”

“I’ve been an impetuous young kid. I’ve said the dumb things, insulted the wrong people and thought myself better than everyone. When I broke into the business, I was a young kid who thought everything was owed to me. Within six months I was World Champion. I had bashed in the skull of my mentor and left him a convulsing mess of blood and brain matter in the middle of the ring. I was the youngest UECW World Champion ever. I was the youngest UECW Tag Team champion ever. I was the first and last person to successfully defend those championships solo. I was nineteen and on top of the fucking world, and I didn’t think anyone could tell me otherwise.”

“Then my mentor set my father on fire and hung him above the ring. Crucified and martyred a man I had only just come to terms with. That man had listened to me for months. Had let me run wild and then grew sick of it. But that wasn’t it. No, that wasn’t even close to enough. He tore me to ribbons in a steel cage. He ripped me apart piece by fucking piece, and then to finish it all off. In that ultimate rubber match? He caved my fucking skull in and set me on fire in the middle of the ring and let the world watch. He made me pay for my hubris, and I learnt a lesson.”

“A lesson I would learn again, time and time again. See I went on to become World Champion again. The first ever uXw World Champion. This is a story I’ve told before, and if you were worth the salt you spit, you’d know this. You’d know my history. You’d know why I am seen as the workhorse. You’d know why I was in back to back main event World Title matches last year. You’d know why every week Finn Whelan speaks my name because he doesn’t see equity in anyone else. You’d understand why the likes of Aiden Reynolds, Kayla Richards, Miles Kasey, Sean Parker and now Mark Cross and Peter Vaughn see me as the most deserving person to have never been SCW World Champion. You’d understand why the shit you spew is nothing but words, hate and insensitivity.”

“You’d have already understood why this alliance of convenience came about. You’d understand why James and I hate you. You’d understand why we want to see you pay for your attitude. For your arrogance. For your bravado. You would understand because we would make you see. But the arrogance of your youth, your breed and your name makes you think you’re worth anything. Unproven and untested, you spout about being the future, when you can’t even prove that you belong in the present. One of us made it to the finals of the Blast from the Past. One of us has been here working our ass off. One of us isn’t living on the successes of their father, and if you can’t tell Jayden? That ain’t you, boy.”

“You want people to respect you? To acknowledge you? To stop hating on you? Then you gotta buck the fuck up and change that tone. Change the mindset and change what you think works. It's one thing to be surrounded by people your whole life who let you be who you are. It is another thing when you are challenged on your beliefs. It is another thing when you are made to think about what is before you. It is another thing when you poke the bear and the bear bites your fucking hand off. Whether you want to admit it or not, you are poking the fucking bear and the bear is ready to eat.”

“Part of you won’t admit that you weren’t good enough to do what you said. An angry, angry person, who said they were going to hurt me. You promised to make me suffer, and you couldn’t even get the job done. The record books will put a W in your column, but if you take that as a win, I have some serious doubts about the success that lies ahead for you. I’m not delusional enough to deny that you have serious fucking talent kid. I won’t pretend you didn’t take it to me. I won’t pretend that it wasn’t a hard fought match. But you gotta wonder. I’ve got a decade and change on you. I’m old, I’m hurt and I’m breaking down. I am in pain every day, and every day pushes me closer to being unable to walk, unable to talk and realistically? Puts me one foot into the grave.”

“Despite that? For thirty minutes I kept pace with the future. For thirty minutes I took everything you had and kept coming back. For thirty fucking minutes you had your opportunity to prove that you are all that you say you are, and you failed. You failed and now you're angry about it. You’re angry that you don’t get another opportunity like that again. So you come out screaming and demanding a match. A handicap match because you are so certain of yourself. So certain that you are better than us, and you need to prove it. Because your ego won’t allow you to accept that right now you are not good enough. That you couldn’t beat James. You couldn’t get the job done against me, and as a result you are looked upon unfavourably. But what do I know right? I’ve only been doing this for over half your life.”

“I’ve only been bleeding, fighting and dying for over a decade. I’ve only had the most dominant reign as Internet Champion in Sin City history. I’m the only person that can get away with dubbing themselves the Kingslayer, and nobody questions it. Nobody tears it apart, because the reality is I am the fucking killer. I am good, and that burns you up inside. I’m going to be World Champion, and that eats you up inside. I’m going to be on the winning side on that ship, and it fucking kills you to know that truth.”

“You’re not alone though, are you? You’re not alone in this little escapade. No, in some infinite universal joke, you found someone who’d tag with you. Someone who has a bone to pick with J2H as well. Remind me how that went? They went to war, they fought, and then your partner has done… what exactly? A ball of fire fighting for the top spot in Sin City Wrestling, and then mere weeks ago he was contending for a shot at… my Roulette Championship. Funny how everything seems to fall into place when we look at it through a wider lens. But the issue is, nobody really cares about your partner. The man who hasn’t done anything, who hasn’t actually beaten anyone, and who continues to just… exist.”

“Isn’t that right? The spooky and scary man who can turn up after the lights get turned off. The man is hiding his identity because that suits him better. You speak of a past and yet your fucking present it useless. Irrelevant. Nothing. That’s meant to instil some level… fear? Some level of what… concern? The only thing that concerns me about you, is how you manage to still keep popping up. The only thing you manage to do, Entity, is exist. A hollow body filled with anger and emotion of a past you cannot accept, and in turn? You act like it matters. You put your eggs in the Harris basket, and pretend like that means something.”

“You don’t mean anything, Entity. You’re a scared man, hiding because you cannot accept that the world has moved past you. You’re a scared man hiding from the fact that you just aren’t fucking good enough to be what you think you should have been. You’ve done nothing since you came back. You’ve done nothing but talk and fail. Fail and talk. The things that people accuse me of doing, of being, you are living them. You are the reality that they try to paint me with. You are the reality that your partner tries to make people believe about me. You are what Jayden wants to paint James and myself as, and that? That’s a sweet fucking irony.”

“I’ve known people like you. People hiding from a past, pretending that they aren’t. Acknowledging what should have been, but not what was. See the worst part of it all? I at least know how the fuck Jayden Harris is. Everyone knows who Alexander Raven and J2H are. You though? I see you booked, I see you talk. I see you act like you mean something, but… I don’t know anything about you. You haven’t done anything. You’ve talked, and you’ve middled and you’ve just existed. A good hand to have on the roster, but nothing. The same things that people try and accuse me of, despite the fact that I am getting their money, their time and their focus. What do you get, Entity?”

“See the thing is, I’m pulling double duty, and it doesn’t worry me. It doesn’t worry me, because you’ve proven that you are nothing. A shadow of the shadow that you claim to have been. You partnered up with Jayden, in some hope that it’ll make you matter? In some hope that you can finish these stories that you’ve started? I don’t quite get it. I don’t get what this does for you. I don’t get what you think this will amount to. You lose and it’s just another day in the office for us. You lose and you become even more irrelevant than you have already been. You just become the failure in the thorn of the side of the boy who didn’t even fucking want you. But what do I know, right?”

“I’m just holding onto J2H’s pocket, right? I’m just the tagalong, because that’s what people say, and what people say? That’s the god-given fucking truth, right? It's true when other people talk, but when I suggest otherwise, I’m wrong. I’m full of conspiracy. I’m full of shit, because I dare not to acquiesce to what they demand. But I guess we’ll see, right? We’ll see in the end what happens when someone dares to reach further than they should. We’ll see what happens when the truth comes out. We’ll see what happens when Jayden Harris has to suffer another set back, and in front of dear father of all people. Oh poor boy.”

“Have you been listening? I need you to listen.”