Climax Control was another winning experience for J2H in one of the strangest matches ever devised by the minds of SCW top brass, a Witches Road match against Bill Barnhart. Some might think whoever put that out there might have a slight obsession with a certain TV show or witches in general but it was another one J2H had overcome. The night had ended, the main event done and all the fanfare that went with it and J2H sat on a bench in the backstage area, dirt and mud still clinging to his body from his aforementioned Witches Road match. Tiredness shot through him as he picked up a bottle of water and drunk deeply as a cameraman spoke to him.
Cameraman: Tough night?
J2H looked up at the man, looking beyond the camera and at the male holding it. He put the water back on the bench to his left.
J2H: No shit Sherlock. Did you see what I had to do tonight? Did you see the shit that happened tonight? Anything to try and get under my skin, so yeah, tough night.
He wasn't in the mood for stupid questions but his tired legs wouldn't allow him to stand and move away from them.
Cameraman: At least you won, right?
J2H lowered his eyebrows and frowned towards the camera, almost a look of disgust passing on to his face.
J2H: You know who you're sitting here talking to, right? I mean you came at me with a camera, you knew I won so what kind of stupid fucking thing is that to say to me? Did you or anyone else expect less? I mean, wasn't it obvious that I was gonna do some stupid ass match and still win and not because Bulldog put respect on my name and was in awe of who the fuck I am, it's because I am that fucking good. I am better then everyone around, so yeah, at least I won? Shit man, we have trained reporters here who know how to ask questions and you clearly want to be one of them, you should stick to holding the camera.
The awkwardness of the cameraman could be felt through the airways but he kept his camera pointed at J2H.
Cameraman: Sorry, I'll leave you alone. Good luck in your match next week.
The cameraman turned to leave, the screen flashing around to show others walking around, but J2H called after him.
J2H: Whoa! Get your ass back here!
The camera stopped panning and returned to a curious looking J2H, his hand resting on his chin.
J2H: What match next week? The fuck are you talking about? Stop stumbling and spit it out.
Cameraman: I uh, I ummm.
J2H: What part of stop stumbling didn't you get? This fucking place is full of geniuses. Did you go to school to hold that camera or did they just find you wondering around the streets? Spit it out.
Cameraman: I got the schedule for next weeks, that comes with the card and your name is on it.
He gritted his teeth as his face turned to a stone look, perfectly still as he narrowed his eyes and looked at the camera.
J2H: First off, I don't wrestle two weeks in a row. I've already done them a solid by wrestling that big ball of sweat this week and trust me, that swamp shit didn't make him smell any better and secondly, why would a lowly guy like you find out about this shit before I would?
Cameraman: I...
J2H raised a hand, cutting the man off instantly.
J2H: Shut the fuck up, I just want you to answer my question, it's not a difficult one for a guy like you with all the answers. Just tell me this, who the fuck am I kicking the shit out of next week?
The air of awkwardness once again fills the area.
Cameraman: Erm, Kevin Carter and Alexander Raven...
J2H frowned at the man.
J2H: So six man tag, fine, great, let me rephrase the question so you understand. Who the fuck are we kicking the shit out of next week?
Cameraman: No, you're facing Kevin Carter and Alexander Raven in a triple threat match.
J2H stared blankly at the man, the camera shifting awkwardly as J2H lets the news sink in a bit.
J2H: Are you fucking kidding me!?
He tone rose quickly, louder and more angry.
Cameraman: No, it says Christian...
J2H threw up a hand, stopping the man in his tracks.
J2H: Christian fucking Underwood. I should have known he has his dirty little fingerprints all over this one! Should have fucking known the second he appeared, he would do whatever it takes to fuck with me cause his little buddy couldn't handle us on his own. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to point this camera at me and not ask another stupid question again, are we clear?
Cameraman: Yes.
J2H: Good.
J2H took a deep breath as he looked down the camera, not taking any notice of the cameraman.
J2H: I guess you think you're pretty smart, eh Christian? Make this little return when no one has given a shit about you for a long time and now you're trying to be relevant again by getting in my business, in the business of the three biggest talents you have? Some genius move, three people give you ratings and money and you come and try and shit on that for what? You're trying to drive a wedge between the people who put money in your pocket. That's called shitting where you eat Christian and I ain't falling for that shit.
He stood up and started to pace slowly up and down.
J2H: Genius plan, come back and drive a wedge between us, try and destroy the only interesting thing about this fucking company? Where's your world champions Christian? What are they fucking doing for ya? Nothing! Where's the people you have has champions other then Alexander working his ass off? They're nowhere to be found when they don't have to wrestle but you wanna come back like some kind of hero and destroy us. I used to think you was a smart businessman Christian, but now I feel you're like the rest of them, you're ego driven, you're pushing your means above the good of this place. You should have stayed on vacation and counted the money we were making you. Your plan isn't gonna work Christian.
He stopped pacing and looked down the camera.
J2H: We're not stupid, we're not your fucking puppets, we're not going to that ring to fracture everything we've built, the only fucking group that's made this place interesting. Everyone else faded away but you try to break us cause we're stronger then you've ever been well fuck you Christian.
He pressed his hands together.
J2H: What do you want me to say? Do you want me to look down this camera and tell you how bad Alexander Raven and Kevin Carter are? Do you want me to shit on them by telling the world I'm better then them and I can beat them whenever I want to. You want me to sell this by starting shit and thinking this could kick off some kind of war. I get it, no one can destroy us except ourselves. I'm not doing anyone's dirty work for them. You want to take us down, you gotta do so much better then this bullshit.
He tapped the side of his head.
J2H: I'm J2H, I'm not just the best wrestler in the world, I'm not just amazing at everything I do, but my mind is untouchable, I can smell bullshit a mile away, I can see people's end games before they even start writing the fucking script. I'm not just some thick as shit wrestler still wet behind the ears, and I've got more education in my little finger then everyone on this roster combined and people still think I can fall for this. Seen it all before, big boss at the top tries to feel like he belongs, tries to relive those glory days that are long gone... Yeah Mark, I'm talking about you, just fucking give it up already! Then another big boss who has been overshadowed sits there and feels that draw back to the spotlight, so they put their heads together and come up with this. Come up with trying to take away your cash cow for just a moment in the sunlight one more time before they go back to sitting at a desk and signing their names on things.
He shook his head in disappointment.
J2H: Biting the hand that feeds you just because you think you can start something between me and my brothers. Everyone loves a good sibling rivalry but this is one of those falling flat one your face moments because it won't happen, I won't let it happen because we are stronger then you fucking think. You think we're gonna go to that ring and kill each other for you two to sit back there with your popcorn and shit eating grins on your faces?
He looked away from the camera.
J2H: Not going to happen.
He turned his head back to camera, a look of anger on his face.
J2H: No matter what you think you've done, no matter how much you pat yourself on the back or jerk each other off, we're so much fucking stronger then you on every level. Physically, mentally, we're better then you both, so if you think this shitty little plan is going to work, you're wrong, because my fists are not going to be beating on Kevin, these feet will not be kicking on Alexander, and I know they won't be laying a finger on me. Your master plan has fallen at the first hurdle.
He looked deep in to the camera.
J2H: So play your games, fuck around, think you're the big men around here, act like you run the show and we don't, when you know in reality who really runs this place. No matter what the fuck you do or say, we're not imploding, all this is for nothing, so again, go fuck yourself.... that's real talk bitch!
