[Christian Underwood]

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

[Michael Harris]

( First of all! Good luck man! This has been two years in the making. The last 8 months to get to this point has been one hell of a ride. We know this could be the last hurrah for me as a competitive rper. Still on the fence, but regardless. This has been a blast! Also, here’s a trigger warning for people. This roleplay does have some religious tones to it. It very much might not align with your views or whatever. If that’s something that may upset you. Please don’t read this. It’s nothing truly out of pocket, but the mere mention of God is enough to upset some folks. And without this entire OOC message. The RP is 4940 according to google docs! So don’t DQ me damnnitt lol. )

In this exact moment he felt himself experiencing a mental frog. Not sure what was going on or even where he was. That had a lot to do with the knee that had just been smashed against his face. About that time he felt himself starting to come back to reality. Feeling himself be lifted up as his spine rested on a hard surface. Then a violent shove went against his body and he felt the free fall overcoming him. Reaching out for anything that he could, but it was useless.

Seconds later, he felt his body hitting the cold body of water. Completely submerged into the ocean for a split second. Using the little bit of strength he did have. He found himself using his arms and legs to pull himself up to the surface. Continuing to move them about in order to keep himself a float. Just ahead of him was the Princess Cruise Ship trucking along in those deep waters. Reality setting in at that moment on the man. Right away he began to scream at the top of his lungs.

“HELP!”

Every bit of strength he had in his voice he let come out. Yet with crashing waves and the distance the ship had already created. There was a slim to none chance he would be heard. His body was already getting tired with the constant fighting against the waves to keep himself a float. Not to mention the assault he had just experienced. Screaming out somehow a little louder.

“PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

Again the waves crashing against one another in the deep sea was just capturing his voice and drowning it out as soon as the words escaped his lips. The ship was even further now. There was zero chance anyone heard his pleas. As the panic began to set in a little more he found himself looking around. Trying to find his best to see what his surroundings were. Not an easy task in the middle of the ocean at night. Off in the far distance he could see the sore.

Logically, there was no way he would get there. Not with the way his body felt. Not with how tired he felt. Not with experiencing everything that he had experienced on this night and in such a short amount of time, but he had to have hope. It was the only thing that was going to keep him alive. Using those arms and feet of his he began to peddle himself in the direction of the sore. It felt like the waves were intentionally fighting against him and trying to hold him back from swimming anywhere. Let alone to hid destination.

“Come on, Michael. Come on. You can do this!”

He attempted to keep moving himself forward in that water. However his limbs were just about spent. Everything felt heavier than usual. As he was starting to find it harder to keep his head above water. The hope that he was hanging onto was still there despite feeling himself starting to sink. Talking to himself out loud again.

“This isn’t how you go out.”

He felt himself sinking a little more. Swinging his arms up and out of the water to try to pull himself forward once again.

“This isn’t how things end for you.”

Even with those words coming out of his mouth. He was finding it very difficult to keep his head above water. His mouth even got some of that salty water in it. Quickly spitting it out as he attempted to swing those arms forward, but they were just so heavy he couldn’t.

“You’re stronger than this. Keep going!”

He practically screamed those words out into the night sky. But as soon as they left his lips. That’s when he finally slipped under the water completely. Panic set in a lot more in that moment and began to cripple him. He swung his arms upwards above his head. Trying to swim back to the surface, but it wasn’t working. Somehow as he tried to pull himself up, he just kept sinking lower and lower. He could feel his lungs starting to fill with water.

Right away the feeling of choking started to consume him. The panic reached its pinnacle as he violently began to shake underwater. All of that lasted for all of a couple seconds before his body went limp and his eyes became heavy. To the point they were starting to close. That slipping in and out of consciousness that came with drawing was there. His eyes almost shut and glossed over. The last thing he saw was a bright light.

A blood soaked Harris found himself sitting there with his back against the concrete wall. Taking a towel that he had in his hand that was also soaked with blood. He brought it up to his head and wiped away where the blood was oozing from that wound. Only to take it away from his head, throwing the towel down on the ground in front of him. Letting his eyes shoot up to realize the cameras were right there before him. Exhausted as he was he found himself starting to nod his head while speaking.

“Fantastic job, James. Fantastic-fucking-job!”

Bringing his hands up in front of the cameras. He clapped them together, in an almost sarcastic manner.

“You managed to show me that you were more in control than I thought you were. Along with that you showed me just how cold, calculated, and viscous you can be. Sure, you literally stole a play out of my book. But you know what they say. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So thank you for that, but I give you credit where it is due my man.”

“You showed a side of yourself that I didn’t exactly believe was there. Like I said you showed me that you were far more in control than I thought. Keeping the distance. Making me believe that you were running from me. Making me believe that you were afraid of me. Suckering me big time and then the moment I let my guard down. The moment I wasn’t expecting anything out of you. You pounced!”

“I stand here still feeling the blood dripping down my forehead. I can feel the open wound that’s going to require stitches to close it. I still have the taste of blood in my mouth. I understand now more than ever just how deep a pen can go into someone’s flesh. My spine and neck are throbbing from you putting me through that table. Every single bit of me is feeling what happened tonight, but you want to know something James? Even though I learned a lesson and now I know what you truly are capable of...”

“... I’m still smiling!”

Taking a moment to pause with that genuine smile forming across the Hall of Famer’s lips. All while nodding his head a little more. There seemed to be something about his tone and the way he presented himself. That really made him seem in greater spirits than he physically looked in that moment.

“And the reason I’m still smiling is because now I know without a shadow of a doubt. I’m going to get the most sadistic vile piece of shit that you can be, James. That’s what I need. Because you see the last time we faced off at Violent Conduct inside that Barbed Wire Steel Cage. I felt a little bad. I felt bad for how out matched you were. I felt bad because you weren’t on the same level as me when it came to being a sadistic fuck. You didn’t know how to tap into that side of you. It clearly showed.”

“Now while... I don’t feel about choosing a deathmatch and making sure that you meet your demise. I was still going to feel a little bad if you didn’t learn the skill of channeling into that demented side of yourself. But clearly it’s not something I have to worry about now. You have found that side of yourself. It’ll be in full effect at High Stakes. We’re going to tear the house down while trying to kill each other and that excites me in ways that I can’t even begin to put into words.”

Placing his hand against the wall behind him. Harris began to slowly but surely start to push himself up from that seated position. The cameras found themselves staying with him as they zoomed in some.

“I am excited in a way that I wasn’t excited the first two times we faced off. You see, a year ago at Summer XXXTreme. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be sharing the ring with you, but I was an old bitter man with an ego. Still am, but at that time. I wasn't buying the hype. I didn’t buy the bullshit that came with what people said you were and how they portrayed you to be. I didn’t believe in the aura that surrounded  you, James. Which I can say now might have been a mistake on my end but either way you proved me wrong in the end.”

“You showed me it wasn’t just hype. You were every bit as good as everyone said you were. Hell, you were every bit as great as you said you were. You proved to be a fantastic wrestler. You proved to be a worthy challenger of my championship then. You proved to meet me on a level where at the time the rest of the roster failed to do the same. And in return I proved why I was the champion. I proved why I was the standard barrier at the time. I proved why everyone hated me, because I was so damn good.”

“Hell of a match we put on, but when it was all said and done. You beat me. You were the first person to pin me. You took my championship. You were better than me on that night. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but in a professional manner. You earned my respect that night. Respect that quickly went out the window when you didn’t know how to just take your win and move on, but you did have it for a small moment. However, like I said I wasn’t that excited then. Not like I am now.”

“And then the rematch that I mentioned a moment ago at Violent Conduct. I wasn’t excited even in the least bit to be in the ring with you a second time. No see that time I was angrier than ever. More bitter than ever. All I saw was rage anytime your name was mentioned to me. And that was all because you didn’t know how to leave well enough alone. You beat me. You took down the tyrant I was. You did everything you said you were going to do. You had the gold, but you just didn’t leave it at that.”

“You forced my hand to come back and be more sadistic than I ever had to be. Leading to beating the ever living shit out of you in that cage. From one side to the other I dog walked you and made you look weaker than you ever have. You won’t admit it, but the truth is on that night. I broke something inside you. I made you question yourself. Your abilities and your entire career. Like I said, you won’t admit it but you know I did and you know how I know that?”

“Because, I took the championship from you that I didn’t even want. It wasn’t about the gold anymore. It was just about hurting and maiming you in the worst way possible. The championship that defined your entire career went right back to me and I wasn’t motivated by winning it. That hurt you to your very soul. You still a year later are licking that wound. It’s still a sore subject, but it was a necessary evil at the time. It had to be done. There was no excitement in that for me.”

“But this time there is excitement. Excitement because I know where you stand now. I know what you’re going to meet me with. Points I already covered, but also excitement because of how REAL this is going to be between us. Excitement for how AUTHENTIC this is going to be between us. Excitement over the fact we’re going to PEEL BACK THE CURTAIN just a little bit and EXPOSE ourselves for who we really are. Something these people have never seen before.”

There was no denying the amount of pain that he was in. finding himself leaning down just a little bit to get real close and personal with the camera lens. That blood still dripped from that open wound with his smile growing a little more.

“There’s more to come about how real things are going to get between us. But I’ll save that for a later date. Tonight, I want you to bask in the glory of what you managed to achieve. I want you to go home and tell your young son about how glorious of a night you had. Tell him just how much of a bad ass his dad is. I want you to remind your wife of how lucky she is to have married you and get to spend the rest of your life with. Hell, crack a couple cold ones open in celebration with bitch one and two. Celebrate tonight. Celebrate the next two weeks. Live in this moment, James.”

“Because I fucking promise. It’s the last moment you’ll ever have!”

Within the blink of an eye. That smirk was gone. The overall joyish attitude of being in good spirits despite what he had been through. It vanished. All for a stone cold menacing glare to consume his expressions for all of a few seconds. Almost like he was glaring right into the viewer's soul. From there the cameras found themselves slowly fading out and leaving everyone to wonder what the outcome truly would be when the two men clashed for the final time.

That last little bit of the bright light he could see was glowing. Just as those heavy eyelids of his finally closed shut. His final moments took place right then and it wasn’t something he could stop. However at that very second he heard a very comforting yet assertive voice.

“Michael...”

Hearing his name clear as day. Yet he couldn’t find himself to speak. He couldn’t find himself to open those eyes. He feels himself almost getting closer to that bright light. It was shining bright even with those eyes closed. He felt his body becoming warmer despite being submerged in the cold water of the sea. This was such an odd experience for him. Maybe this was just how the end of life was. No one knew how it was until they finally went through it.

“Michael. My son... Open your eyes.”

That voice could still be heard. Loud yet comforting. Then without having any control over his body. He felt his eyes spring open. Still completely submerged in that water. The blurred vision of a shadow figure was right in the middle of that bright light that his body was every so gently getting closer and closer too. Not even feeling so much as the urge to blink. Those eyes were stuck wide open and focused on that figure before him.

“Fifty three years old. That’s still far too young. Far too young for you to become home to me and the kingdom that awaits you. You’ve got so much more life to live. So many more experiences to go through. Lots and lots of knowledge to still bestow on the generations after you. You’ve got far too much left to give to the world.”

There was something about being told that he had so much left to give that stuck out with him. It was the most comforting sensation he had ever felt. Every bit of him wanted to respond in that moment, but still it's like he had no control over himself.

“More importantly my son, I did not create the human life for it to be taken by another human being. That is the ultimate and most unforgivable sins one can commit against fellow mankind. Those men knew what they were doing when they committed that crime. Every last one of them were in control of their actions. They were in control of their mental state. They were in control of their feelings. And I know that they know what they did was wrong.”

At that point, he felt his body come to a stop with the floating. Only mere inches away from that shadow figure and that bright light. That free floating sensation sending a chill up his spine. His wide eyes still being forced to look forward through that blurred vision thanks to the water.

“Like I said. They’re sin is unforgivable. It is not something that can be looked past. It is not something that can be ignored. I have all the control one can have in this world. A snap of my fingers and everything could turn out badly for them. I however am not one to get even. As unforgivable of a sin it is. I will not turn my back on those men. I am a firm believer that anyone and everyone can repent. If they’re guided in the right direction.”

“I will not use punishment as a way to get even or as a means to harm them. I have not and never will be the type to make people suffer or to make their lives difficult. Not even when they have done something as devious as this. I have always been and I will always be a loving, understanding, and forgiving God. And as far as I am concerned. The only way to make this right. The only way to make them repent for their sins is by making you be the man to do so.”

“And it’s not just about them Michael. No, my son. You’ve done a lot of rotten things in your lifetime as well. I always loved you. I always forgave you. I was always understanding. This is going to be the perfect chance for you to undo all your wrongs. A chance for you to do the right thing for a chance. A way for you to find it in your heart to forgive them and come together as one. Like the human life was always meant to be in my eyes.”

That comforting voice spoke with a level of confidence in their words. Very much enough to make him believe what he was being told was correct. At that moment the shadow figure reached out and gently touched his forehead. Such a loving and warm sensation overcame him. All for a few seconds.

“God bless you my child. We’ll see each other again!”

The figure’s hand pushed off his head in a soft manner sending him backwards in that submerged water. Then all of the sudden like a vortex he felt himself being sucked backwards. Getting further and further away from the bright light and figure at a rapid speed pace. All he could hear was the rushing water on either side of him. His eyes finally were able to shut again.

.... GASP!
He found himself raising up to a sitting position while gasping for air. That gasping turned into coughing seconds later as he held his chest and just flopped right back over. It took him a few moments to collect his bearings but when he did. He looked around, seeing that he was just on the edge of the beach’s shore. The tide of the water was still rushing over his legs as he started to crawl himself up that sandy beach in the early morning sky. Once he was no longer being hit by the tide.

He forced himself to sit up again. Looking around a little more. The realization was starting to rush over him of what had happened to him. Not just from the physical aspect, but from the mental and emotion aspect. He came face to face with death. Everything he had ever done and everything he still wanted to do was just mere seconds away from not mattering at all. He continued to cough a little bit speaking out loud to himself.

“They... tried... to... kill... me!”

He gripped at his chest. Everything in his chest felt so heavy. A little bit of water came up from his lungs with each cough that he made. He felt himself just flop back down and roll to his back looking up at the sky that was just starting to brighten up.

“You should have just let it happen and sent me to hell.”

His chest heaving harshly with those words that came out of his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he continued to look up at the sky. Almost as if he was speaking to someone directly.

“Revenge will be mine!”

All he could do was nod a little bit at that moment. That might have been the wrong call to make, especially with what he had just gone through. But the one thing people had always known about him is he was a man that didn’t let know how to be forgiving and he didn’t know how to let things go. He was an old bitter man that had always been driven and motivated by revenge, but this time it was going to be on such an unforgiving personal level.


“In our business James. It’s very taboo and very frowned upon for us to peel the curtain back.”

“All the old folks and veterans of the business hate it. They hate it because they feel like it exposes the business in the worst ways. They feel as if it’s clueing the audience in a little too much. They feel like the moment we peel back the curtain it kills the suspense of belief to what we do. Lots and lots of negativity comes with smartening the fans up to the business.”

“As an old head as the kids would say these days and as a veteran of the business. I once shared the mindset and would’ve had a melt down just like them if I saw someone do what I’m about to do...”

“But seeing as I consider myself retired to begin with and considering the line that you crossed with me. In my mind this needs to happen. You see if you remember from a few days ago James. I said I was excited about this fight between the two of us because of how real it was going to get. I let you linger in the dark on that one got a little bit. Hell, I let the entire world linger on that because I wanted you all to really think about what I meant by that and where this was going. Something tells me that you, James. Nor anyone else was able to really come up with a logical thought that would make sense.”

“So allow me to go ahead and start peeling that curtain back. Allow me to tell you what I mean by how real this is going to be between the two of us. Starting with the fact that the man you are going to be standing across the ring with at High Stakes isn’t the same man you or anyone else has known in my two years of existence for this company. No, it isn’t the same man at all. That’s going to be something that you struggle with, but we’ll come back to that in a few minutes.”

“You’re not getting Michael Harris, the bad guy. You aren’t getting what the business calls 'heel' Michael Harris. Not getting the villain as I was once known for.”

“The Michael Harris that you knew would cheat at any cost to win. He’s long gone. The Michael Harris that would cut the most scattering burial ass promos and make people look like they never stood a chance. He’s long gone. The Michael Harris people loved to boo out of the building, throw things at, and hate on him for every single bit of television time he soaked up. He’s not standing here before you this very moment. The Michael Harris that had people here going outside these four walls and begging people to come in just to beat me. Because I was too damn good and running wild on this entire roster. He’s not the man standing here before you right now. And he’s never going to return again.”

“But at the same time, the Michael Harris. You’ve been dealing with the last couple of weeks. The one that’s falling into the Good Guy role or the babyface, if you want to call in that for the sake of keeping that curtain pulled back. You know the guy that’s been buddy-buddy with the fans, hugging on fat chicks, kissing on babies, and saying the stupid shit just to get a pop. The guy that’s been standing side by side with Mark Ward and Christian Underwood -- two men I could say at one point I hated more than you, but standing beside them as a union to fight the good fight. The guy that’s been hurling insults at you, tracking you down, making your life and two idiots lives hell for the sake of doing so... Yeah he’s gone.”

“Instead at High Stakes, James. You’re coming face to face with Michael Harris, the human being!”

“You’re getting me as a man. No bells and whistles. Nothing like that. You’re just getting the real authentic version of myself. And the reason being... You tried to fucking kill me months ago. You tried to see to it that I stopped breathing. You tried to see to it that I no longer existed. Fuck just putting me on the shelf. Breaking a bone. Tearing a muscle. No, you tried to take my life from me. You tried to put my family through the single most devastating heartbreak they could ever experience.”

“And if doing what you did wasn’t already evil enough. You then turned around to brag about it. You boasted about it. You rubbed it in people’s faces over and over again. You were proud of what you did. So, the way that I see it. You were the one that crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. You were the one that made this go from just two wrestlers with a bitter rivalry to two men that cannot co-exist on this planet.  You and you alone James are the reason this thing has become real.”

“Don’t get me wrong though. I know that everything I am saying right now is going in one ear and out the other. Everything that I am saying right now will be laughed at. It will be mocked. It will be made fun of. You’ll do what you always do James. You’ll be this big bad ass that cannot be beaten and is just going to stand tall as he has for all these years -- because that’s the character you have created for yourself. You have always hidden behind that character. No one has ever seen the real James Huntington-Hawkes the third.”

“... Well, almost no one.”

“I saw him a few weeks ago. For a brief moment the real James came out when you saw me walk out on that stage. The real James came out when you realized I wasn’t dead and that I survived the worst thing you could have ever done to another man. I saw the real James when he stood there frozen as I folded Alexander Raven in half. I saw the real James when he watched me throw Kevin Carter head first into the steel ring post and saw him when he watched Kevin take a bullet for him. And I saw him when our eyes met as you stood out in the crowd as far away from me as possible.”

“You strip away the J2H character and the reality is that you are a thirty five year old man that’s terrified of the outcome that’s coming his way. You’re a man that’s scared of the repercussions of what you did to me. You’re a man that wants nothing to do with the real me and you want nothing to do with a real fight. Simply put deep down under all the smoke and mirrors of that character. You’re nothing more than a scared little bitch!”

“And honestly you should be scared of me. You should be afraid to get in the ring with me. You should be terrified of fighting me. Because I am going to hurt you. I’m going to maim you. I’m going to put you in the worst physical pain you have ever been in before. I’m going to break you down mentally and emotionally. I’m going to ruin your spirit James. But out of all of that the one thing I look forward to the most. The one thing that has me the most excited is I get to return to favor. At High Stakes when this is all said and done between us. Once the fight is over...”

“You’ll be dead!”

[J2H]

It was late when J2H returned home after the last Climax Control of the cycle, technically the last of the SCW year before the big blow out show that is High Stakes, and the whole yearly reboot of SCW about to happen. He crept in to the house in the early hours of the morning, thinking that everyone would be in the land of dream by now, but he was wrong. He stepped through the door, dropping his bag to his side, only to be met with the cold hard stare from his wife Melody, looking directly at him from the door of the living area. He stopped in his tracks, just looking towards her with an arched eyebrow, the tension in the air feeling ten times more during the silence that filled the space in between. He took a step towards her but she couldn't hold it in anymore and broke the silence with a single word.

Melody: Retirement?

Her tone was powerful, almost unlike her and her mood was almost unheard of. J2H's polar opposite wife was usually full of life, energy and a cheery tone, where he was more on the quiet, fuck the world kind of guy, but she had lost the cheery tone in her voice and the positive outlook in her eyes had faded.

J2H: And hello to you too, I'm fine, thanks for asking.

His smart ass approach cut no ice with his wife as she moved her hands to her hips, looking at him as he stood there. He kept his eyes on her, waiting for her response.

Melody: When was you going to tell me?

He had neglected to tell his family of his plans, because frankly, he never had those plans before he got in the ring that night, although he'd often considered hanging up the boots for good, he didn't know the heat of the moment was going to bite him right there and then.

J2H: Well do you want to stand out here like we're having some kind of Mexican stand off or shall we go take a seat and let me explain before you try and rip my head off?

She sighed and he could tell she wasn't really angry about the situation. Like most who J2H had spoke to after the show had ended, including high ranking members of the SCW hierarchy, she was just blind sided by the situation.

Melody: Fine.

The firmness of her tone had gone as she turned away to walk towards the living area of the mansion and J2H followed, his mind racing as he tried to practice the words in his head for the short time that he could before he was face to face with Melody. He watched her sit on the sofa and he opted for a nearby chair, pulling it closer to be looking at Melody before taking a seat.

J2H: Ok, so retirement. I'm not gonna bullshit ya, I know ya pissed because I never mentioned it to you before and that's because I didn't agree to shit. It was never in the long term plans of the whole thing, but in that moment, at that exact moment, it felt like it was gonna add something, it felt like it was gonna change the game, and I was right. This is High Stakes and a stupid death match just wasn't high enough for me. 

Melody shook her head as she looked at him with lowered eyebrows.

Melody: So you decided at that point just to put your career on the line there and then without a second thought?

He honestly had no second thoughts when he put his career on the line in the ring. He could have blamed the hype of the moment, the fact he could drop a bombshell on the world, give something the world could be talking about and SCW was about to get it's biggest payday ever, but he didn't think about that in the moment. 

J2H: Yeah, it felt right so I did it, just like that. Anyway, what's your problem with it? I get to spend more time at home,we have enough money for life. I was born with enough money for life and I made a shit ton more throwing myself around the ring. I'm earning so much money Mel, that JJ's kids won't have to work. 

He looked at her as she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, he could tell she was conflicted about something.

Melody: It's about your son. He loves seeing you wrestle, he loves going to the big shows and meeting everyone. His eyes light up every time you're on TV. I'm worried this is going to change him.

He looked at her confused, moving the hair from his eyes as it hung over his forehead.

J2H: I'm going to be in a death match, not the first dangerous match I've ever been in but I'm going in to one with a man who truly hates me. Who's to say he's not gonna accidentally do something to end my career anyway? I use the term accidentally loosely because we all know he's always a minute away from snapping and being a dick. Look at last year, this should have been said and done but he had a moment and nothing can stop him from doing that again. These matches change people and I might come out of it unable to be the person on the screen my son looks up to and that will hurt me more then anything Harris can ever do to me.

An awkward silence fills the air as J2H searches for the right words to continue.

J2H: Me upping the stakes doesn't matter because I could come out of that match a broken man, win or lose, I might have to give it up anyway. Me putting my career on the line means if I lose, I'm here more, I'm with JJ more, I'm taking him to school instead of being in some ass end of a country across the world in a place no one has ever heard of, and I'm here. I think he'll like me being around more then not.

A realisation hit J2H as he was talking.

Melody: I guess...

He could tell she'd given up for the sake of avoiding conflict.

J2H: Besides, you're making it sound like I have already lost this thing. I haven't lost, I won't lose and I will go out on my own terms. I'm not giving him or anyone else the satisfaction of retiring me. When the match is done, I will be the one who has won and get to sit there, get myself sewn back together and decide what I want to do. I might just kick the hell out of him, make him bend the knee and retire anyway, just to rub it in his face that it was my choice in the end and not his.

Melody listened to every word, still conflicted by her husbands rash move less then twelve hours before.

Melody: What are you gonna do if you retire anyway? I know you don't like being around people anyway, but you can't spend your whole life sitting in here.

He hadn't thought that far ahead and he knew it, so he said the first thing that popped in to his head.

J2H: I'll take up golf. That's what old retired people do, isn't it?

Melody tried to force herself not to smile, putting her hand over her mouth for just a few seconds.

Melody: You hate golf.

J2H: I do but isn't that what boring old retired people do to stand around and talk business opportunities and shit like that? Or I could take up fishing or something.

Melody: You hate fishing more then golf.

He frowned. He knew she was right but he'd never put any thought in to what he might do after retirement.

J2H: It doesn't matter. I don't need to do anything anyway. Set for life with money. We could just put JJ through school, and travel when he's not at school, you can still take him to SCW shows, if I have to retire, which I won't, but if I did, fuck going to SCW shows again. I don't like those lazy fucks now, plus side of retiring would be never having to see those idiots again.

Melody: You should have told us you was thinking about it.

Her tone returned to being softer.

J2H: Like I said, didn't know until that moment, but it doesn't matter, we got like two weeks to figure out the worst case scenario, but it's not gonna happen anyway, so don't worry about it. We'll talk about this shit in the morning.

Melody nodded her head and the scene faded out.


His eyes looked over all the achievements he'd ever won in his own wrestling memorabilia room in his home. Sitting on a chair looking around, his eyes pass by all the various awards his ever won. It was a moment of peace and clarity, something he often did to reminisce on his glory days and remind himself that at the age of thirty, he had done so much in an unforgiving and often harsh sport, one that dictates quality of life. His moment of clarity was shattered by his phone going off in his pocket. He pulled it out to look at it to see a video call from Austin Parker. A foreboding feeling of doom came over him as he answered the phone.

J2H: Morning Austin.

J2H looked at the face of the cowboy in front of him and knew his feeling of doom was right. Austin looked like a very upset man as he stared down the camera.

Austin: Are y'all out of ya god damned mind?

He didn't mince his words as they rolled out from phone to phone, very venomous and angry.

J2H: Well it does seem to be the theme of my last couple of days it seems so I'm going to have to go with yes, I am out of my god damned mind.

Austin face stayed in its stony demeanour.

Austin: A god dang death match! 

J2H knew why Austin would always be against matches like that. He himself competed in a death match many years ago, against none other then Hot Stuff Mark Ward, which ended with barbed wire around Austin's neck and an unwanted move in to retirement.

J2H: I know this is a sore point for you, mostly in the neck....

Inside, J2H was smiling at his quip but kept a straight face.

Austin: Wise ass.

That made him smile even more inside.

J2H: I know what I'm doing Austin. I have been in far worse matches against much tougher people and I've done exactly what I've had to and got out of it all just fine. I am not worried about this one at all. 

Austin: This match retired me, it put my ass out of this business for years. This match changed mah life. Ah couldn't get out of bed for days after this match. It didn't shorten my career, it ended mah career.

J2H looked down the phone, looking at Austin's face.

J2H: Yeah, but I'm a lot younger then you were when you did this match type. You were already falling apart.

Austin gritted his teeth as J2H nodded at him.

Austin: Aren't ya just full of piss and vinegar today.

J2H: I'm full of confidence Austin. People forget all the shit I've already done before I was already this good. Roulette champion might sound a whole lot of fun until someone is trying to beat you half to death with every weapon out there. Fuck, even a few weeks ago, a witches road match. I didn't even know what the fuck to expect from it, but I got through it without a scratch. The only issue I had with that was trying to get the smell of Bill Barnhart off me. Took days to do that. People forget the stuff I've already done. In my first run as World Champion which seems a lifetime ago, I did more insane things then most so this death match ain't even playing on my mind. 

J2H felt confident in himself but Austin was playing his cards close to his chest.

Austin: An' the whole retirement stuff?

J2H shrugged his shoulder, poking his lip out and looking calm.

J2H: Not even thinking about it because he don't beat me. Yeah, I went off script a bit and I don't give a fuck if it's pissed people off because you know what, more people will buy this now because people want to see me lose, but they'll be disappointed and I still won't give a fuck because I'll be getting paid more anyway.

Austin: Retirement isn't as fun as ya think.

J2H rolled his eyes as he slowly shook his head.

J2H: Why does everyone think this is set up for me to lose? I am not gonna lose this one Austin. Everyone can think I'm going to but I'm not losing this one. Melody's been on my ass about this, everyone is out there thinking I've done this to lay down. Why the fuck would I lay down? No matter what happens, Harris will be out of the place anyway, so why would fate take away the two people in the main event at the same time? It's not for me to be gone in this one. I'm gonna win this one, I can feel it.

Austin looked at J2H, he had faith in the man he had trained in to the guy he was looking at. He had faith in the man he had managed to success for years but the death match and retirement possibility had struck a sour note with the Georgia native.

Austin: Well if you do end up unemployed.... I mean retired by the end of the month, I could always use another farm hand.

For the first time in the entire conversation, Austin broke in to a half smile as he looked down the camera, only to be met with an unimpressed look from J2H.

J2H: From main eventing the biggest show of the year to shovelling shit at your place? Are you out of your fucking mind? I did enough of that when you was training me and I'm not doing that again. Minimum wage bullshit to be covered in horse shit. I don't need that. 

Austin smirked down the camera, he knew his words would set J2H off.

J2H: Do you really think I would move everyone from here, to there to shovel horse shit? The place stinks! I mean how the fuck you can spend most of your time there is beyond me. You could have been in a nice place, but you chose to play cowboy, I am not even thinking about working for you there.

Austin knew he had a measure of revenge on the move from J2H's earlier smart ass comments and pushed further.

Austin: Ok, maybe y'all can be a mailman. You'd look so cute in the little uniform.

It was J2H's turn to grit his teeth as he looked back at Austin.

J2H: Fuck off! Mailman. The fuck you get this shit from?

Austin laughed out loud as he looked at J2H through the phone.

Austin: How about a crossing guard? Rich kid schools have those, right? Y'all could stand there stopping traffic.

J2H: I stop traffic everywhere I go because well, I'm J2H! But you know where you can stick that suggestion!

Austin: Car park attendant?

J2H shook his head, feeling that the mocking was only going to get worse.

J2H: I'm hanging up now.

Austin: Security guard?

He rolled his eyes.

J2H: Bye Austin.

With that, J2H quickly hit the button on his phone, ending the call. He leaned back in the chair, just thinking back on the conversation he just had.

J2H: Everyone thinks I'm done, but they all have another thing coming. I'm J2H, I'm sitting in a room with everything I've achieved in my life, most people can put everything they've done in wrestling in a fucking shoe box. This is not my time to retire. This is my time to end someone else's career. 

J2H looked around the room and smiled as his eyes looked at everything he'd won.

J2H: They think I'm done? They've got another thing coming!

And with his reassurances to himself, the camera fades to black.


An old wooden stage can be seen, it's best days long behind it, as shown by the worn floor boards and faded wood. A solitary spotlight shines down to centre stage, just about showing the red curtains on either side of the stage. Footsteps can be heard walking across the stage, the floorboards creaking underneath the weight of a person. The footsteps get louder as the shadow of J2H walks towards the spotlight, standing underneath it as the camera moves in closer.

J2H: So now, the end is near, and so I face my final curtain.

The words echo around the empty auditorium, words made famous by the legendary Frank Sinatra fill the room, but J2H shakes his head.

J2H: I think not. They say that life is a play and we're just playing our part or some shit like that, but I don't buy that, I know we're not here just playing a role until that cold embrace of death, I know I'm special so this is not my last curtain call, I know this is not my grand finale, on the grandest stage of all, I know that for me, I'm just getting fucking started!

The passion in his voice bounces off the walls.

J2H: People have been telling me from last Sunday that I must be insane because no one knew I would be willing to put my career on the line, no one was told that I was willing to risk it all for that grasp of glory and I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I didn't know I was going to do it either until I looked that man in the eyes, heard his shit that his was speaking and I heard the crack in his voice. I knew at that point he doesn't have the stomach for this anymore, I heard in his voice that he was already defeated before he put his name on that contract. I could hear it, I could tell so this isn't about my career, this is about making him know his place in the whole thing, this is about him knowing where to kneel, this is about him kissing the ring.

His words grew in confidence as he stood under the spotlight.

J2H: My career is legendary and I could have come back and took the easy ride. I could have lived off my name for chance after chance, but I didn't. What you people don't see is this didn't happen overnight. This started over a year and a half ago. Let's go back to 2023 when I came back for Blast From The Past, the beginning of 2023 when I put on the boots for a pissy little tournament. I didn't do that for the reason everyone else did, I didn't do it for the shortcut to the top, I didn't need that, I could have used my name for that, but I didn't. I came back, I beat everyone and that's where it started, the beginning of everything you witnessed. Think about it, Michael Harris being the champion, me taking it from him, losing it to him, his idiot little son being dragged in to this. The rivalry with Alexander Raven, the fact I stopped him from retiring by giving him another shot, The Entity's arrival to be revealed as Kevin Carter, the end of Michael Harris, the end of Jayden Harris, the reveal of Kevin Carter, the forming of a super group with Alexander Raven. The antagonising of Mark Ward and Christian Underwood. I've been building for this moment for years.

A proud, yet arrogant look appears on J2H's face, his usual default setting.

J2H: Long term storytelling ya silly fucks, proof if you wasn't lazy, you could do this too, but with the long game, you need an end game and the end game falls on you Michael.

The arrogant look turns to a serious look as he takes a deep breath.

J2H: You were the common thing between me, Kevin and Alexander, because not one of us could stand you, not one of us could stomach you, but I knew what you were like, I knew there would be an opportunity to reel you in and you gave it to me with your son. We knew we can get that bastard in you too appear once more and fall in to our trap so that I can get rid of you once and for all. I've been planning your downfall from the second I got in the ring with you, I've been planning your downfall for over a year. Was attempted murder too far? Well, maybe it was only attempted for a reason. Us taking out your bitch son, that was the bait and you fell for it.

That serious look stays on his face as he continues to reveal his thought process.

J2H: I hate Jayden, I hate that little shit stain with a passion but I knew he was your weakness. I knew he was the one that would lure you out. I know as much as he's a secret disappointment to you, he was also your weakness and I was proved right. I've had his number for a long time and no matter how many lucky wins he got here, I knew he is never gonna make it and I knew daddy would do his best to try and protect him, but now Michael, you need to see protecting him has left you exposed. I knew exactly how to lure you in to what I wanted.

He pats himself on the back.

J2H: And I did. I wanted something sick to end you in the ring, but a death match? Fucking hate them, don't want nothing to do with them, but like Kevin whispered in my ear last Sunday, it's you I'm facing, it's someone clinging on to the last of his career by his fingertips, that would do anything to stand in my spotlight.

J2H points up at the spotlight.

J2H: If this is what it takes Michael, if this what tops off the barbed wire cage match of the past, if this what it takes to make you bend the knee to me, then so fucking be it! It won't be the first time I've put my body on the line to protect something. Remember when ya wanted my legacy? You wanted my name wiped from history before you found a way to get fired? I didn't forget. I won't forget, you wanted that and I was willing to go through hell to protect it, and I'm gonna do the same for my career because my story isn't finished yet. Do you remember what I said around eleven months ago, the first Climax Control of 2024? Denver, Colorado ring a bell?

He pauses for a moment to allow people to think back.

J2H: I know Alexander remembers because that was the start of getting this band together. For those too stupid to remember, I took the World Heavyweight championship and laid it in front of me and I told the world I didn't need it cause no one back there could beat me. I made a promise that I would come back for that belt in 2025. I said I wouldn't be in contenders matches or put myself involved in any way. I told everyone they were safe from me taking their championship in 2024 and I stuck to that. Through the year, I've also made tweets towards Finn Whelan that I'll be coming for him for the mega match in 2025 if he is still the champion...

He lays his hands out in front of him.

J2H: See! Long term story shit, planting seeds that none of you lazy fucks know how to do!

He rolls his eyes.

J2H: And I plan on doing that if Finn can hold on to that belt for just a couple more months. I don't go back on my word so Michael, you do not have the last say on my career, death match or any other fucking match, you don't control my destiny. Everything like always is in my very own hands.

He looks down at his hands and continues talking.

J2H: These hands create magic and not in the Harry Potter way. These hands will be covered in your blood. These hands will destroy you like they have done in the past. There's no way on this fucking planet do I let you retire me. There's no way in this world that I live with the fact knowing I got retired by some old fuck trying to remember what his glory days felt like. This is my show Michael, I make this show famous every fucking year. I come to this show and leave my heart in the ring, and this year, main event, I do not leave my career in the ring with it. I refuse to leave my career in the ring with it.

He raises a finger.

J2H: Speaking of main event, any of you internet bitches questioning why I'm in the main event, other then the fact I am the foundation this place is built on, I put in the fucking work, no one else did, cry harder.

A sarcastic roll of the eyes follows his final word as he wipes an imaginary tear from his eye.

J2H: My career is probably the best career in wrestling. I went from getting looked down on, pissed on by everyone, listening to two people moan and bitch when I won the World Championship, yeah, I'm talking about you Goth, and I'm talking about you Rage, because I was nothing but a mid card talent who got lucky, yeah I remember those words. I had people doubt me when I was in my first run, and I had people say I should give up the belt for the good of the company. My DM's were lighting up with shit like "let's do this thing where this happens and you drop the belt to me." from people who years later have still never been a World Champion. I was looked down upon and you know what I did? I went on a fucking run where I held that belt for the longest time in SCW until these no good pricks took me seriously. I went on and on, where I was in the biggest matches against people who were big stars and I fucking beat them all. I lost the belt, I won the belt, I just spent the last year and half of my life making people take fucking notice. I hit the Hall of Fame with more accolades then anyone else in this business. I did that myself, I did that off my own fucking back. I worked with legends and I bitch slapped a few people below me and created this career that no one, and I mean no one can ever match.

The passion in his voice grew as he continues.

J2H: I put myself through hell for years to create something from when I was a teenager, to now, creating something that people can not keep up with. I'm thirty years old and I've done more in my wrestling career then anyone else at my age, and people much older and Michael, you think you're going to be the one that takes that away from me? You think you're gonna end a living, walking talking breathing legend, when your best days are so far behind you, you can't even remember them? 

The fire was burning bright in J2H's eyes as he clenches his jaw.

J2H: You do not get that privilege Michael, not now, not ever. If you tried thousands of times, you do not get to be the man that ends me or my career. I will go out on my own terms and it won't be influenced by you because this fight is bigger then any championship match, this fight is bigger then anything you've been involved in. It's not time for this curtain to shut, it's not time for me to wander off in to the sunset, it's not time for me to give up the ghost and leave my boots in the ring and move on to the next stage of my life. This is my career and it's in my hands and death match or any kind of match, you don't control me, you don't control my destiny.

He narrows his eyes slightly.

J2H: Nothing Michael, nothing you can do can stop me, and you will bend the knee like the little bitch that you are in front of your friends, your family and the entire world. You will swallow your pride and admit that I am your better, that I am your superior in every single way. You will feel that shock running through you when you utter those words, you will know that I have humbled you again, and you will know that you will forever be in my shadow. That's real talk bitch!

The spotlight drops out and the auditorium and the camera switch to nothing but darkness. >

[Michael Harris]

( Again take this OOC away. It’s 5k on the dot according to the Google Docs! I think I put up a good fight and tried to tie up some loose ends to the story. As well as some personal stuff within my own story. Hoping for the best! As I said before, man. All the best, thanks for the last near two years. We killed this shit! )

Sitting right there on the porch of his home that was out in the middle of nowhere sat the man of the hour. The Immortal himself, Michael Harris. He had a book in his hands as he was flipped to a specific page. Not even bothering to look to see if the cameras were there. He just started speaking as he could feel them.

“By definition. A narrative is a spoken or written account of connected events. A story if you will.”

Harris found himself snapping that book shut in his hands. Letting it fall into his lap with his eyes finally shiting over to the cameras. There was a little bit of a narrowed expression overcoming him.

“For as long as I have known you, James. You have been a man that’s very much about telling his narrative. Been a man that’s all about spinning a narrative to favor yourself. Having a narrative that makes you look good and paints you to be the hero. As you’ve told all of us many-many times before. This is your world. We’re just living in it, but here’s the thing James. There’s this thing called reality and reality trumps any narrative and any story you want to tell. It completely shuts down this idea that you’re in control. It destroys this logic that you are the hero. Reality is everything!”

“Now I will say that there are parts of your narrative and parts of your story that aligns with reality. Not a lot of it, but some of it does. Like for example, you said you knew how to draw me back in. You knew how to get me to come back to Sin City Wrestling. You knew how to get me right where you wanted me and that was by using my son to do so. By doing what you three did to my son. By making his life hell. By beating the hell out of him the night I was in the building. You are one hundred and ten percent correct. That was going to draw me back in. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t come to the rescue when my son needed me the most?”

Taking that book out of his lap. He found himself chuckling it across the porch and then standing himself up from the old wooden rocking chair he had been sitting in. Keeping the camera's focus right on him the entire time.

“See, I take full responsibility for things. All of this. Everything that’s happened to Jayden. That’s my fault. I should have never had my son get involved. Had I never asked him to run you down with a vehicle. Had I never introduced him to this company. Had I never put him in your crosshairs. None of this would even be a thing. But I can admit that’s where I made the mistake. However, I made that mistake. I have to admit I am proud of my boy. He held his own against the three of you on more than one occasion. Several times over he made you look fucking stupid, James. Just like I did.”

“And I know that irked you to the bone. That made you grow a hatred for Jayden. It also made you grow a deeper hatred for me. Because at the end of the day. You know the last name Harris outshines your last name. My youngest child right now already means more than your son does and neither of them are even in this business yet. Fifteen to twenty years from now. My grandchildren. Hell, even my great grandchildren will mean more than yours. My family tree is superior to yours in every single way and pisses you off knowing there’s nothing you can do about it. But in the end James. You were right.”

“You knew what worked. You knew what would get under my skin. You got me to fall right into your trap and that got me fucked up. There’s no point in me denying that. Bravo. You got it to work, but you remember what happened the last time this went down right? You remember what happened the last time you didn’t know how to leave me alone? You know what happened the last time you didn’t know how to just have one over on me and walk away? I came back and fucking destroyed you. To which, I didn’t even break a sweat in doing so. Are you sure this is the path you want to go down?!”

For a moment the man had paused. Lifting his eyebrow up into the air a little bit.

“I don’t know why I am even asking. Of course this is the route you want to take. After all this falls right into your narrative and your story. Specifically the narrative that you are really trying to tell to make me look bad is what happened a year ago around this time. It’s not exactly a secret. Everyone knows we were set to headline High Stakes. You were set to get a rematch for the Heavyweight Championship. It was meant to be Harris versus J2H III with all the chips on the table, but it didn’t happen...”

“And the way you tell it. It didn’t happen because I was scared of you. It didn’t happen because I knew I couldn’t beat you. It didn’t happen because my ego couldn’t take playing second fiddle to you. But that’s where your narrative and reality start to crash. Our match not happening has nothing to do with my ego. It had nothing to do with me not thinking I could beat you. Been there and done that. I know I can. And it damn sure didn’t have anything to do with being scared of you.”

“Brother. You are what? One hundred and ten pounds soak and wet? What the fuck exactly is there to be afraid of? Come on now. The match didn’t happen because I got myself fucking fired. I had such an addiction issue. That I couldn’t control myself at work. My personal life and my professional life blurred into one. I made a horrible decision, attacked a female official, and those two men that run this place. They had to make the call. A call that was best for business as overplayed as that statement is.”

“As time has passed. I got myself cleaned up and I see things for how they really are. I’m not mad at them. I’m not mad at anyone. That was all my fault. But let me guess James. This is where the narrative is going to be spun that I intentionally did that? I intentionally got myself stripped of the title and intentionally got myself fired? All because I was just that afraid to face you. Get the fuck over yourself, pal. You aren’t that scary. Nor are you worth me putting that kind of effort into something like that.”

Harris found himself scoffing at the idea of being afraid of the man he was set to face off with.

“This narrative and this story you keep telling. It’s making you believe in it more and more. It’s making you more and more delusional as time goes on. All while at the same time setting yourself up for failure. You see what you don’t understand about all of this James. Out of the two of us. I don’t have anything to lose in this fight. I’m already retired. I’ve got no desire to keep wrestling. I’ve got no desire to be Heavyweight Champion again. I’ve got no desire to be the main event or the main attraction for this place anymore. But you do...”

“You don’t want your career to end. You don’t want to have to admit that I’m better than you. You don’t want people to see you as vulnerable and weak. It’s something your ego just cannot take. It’s never been able to take it. It’s why anytime a challenge has been presented to you. You vacate a title or you disappear for months upon months. That’s the reality of things. You despite being a man. Deep down inside. You’re nothing more than an insecure child. I get to expose that on the grandest stage of them all. At the very event that you claim you’ve made famous. And it’s going to bring me so much joy.”

Taking a second to himself. He just paused looking right at the cameras. Getting those last few words of his together.

“This is the first time I’m going to admit this.”

“But when you defeated me a year ago. The first time, I walked away. It’s because I lost myself. I lost the ability to believe in myself. I couldn’t believe I let myself be beaten by someone like you. That crushed my ego. I finally had to see myself as a man. Not the character I created for myself. I had to look at reality and not the narrative I was telling for myself. It was quite the eye opener. And now as I stand before you. As I prepare for the single biggest fight of my life.”

“If I can’t beat you as a man. If I can’t beat you in this setting. If I can’t beat you in a fight. Then I never deserved to have the career I had to begin. I never deserved to be champion here. I don’t deserve this main event. I don’t deserve this Hall of Fame spot I am getting. If I can’t beat you. I’ve got not problem saying you’re better than me.”

“But the reality is... you aren’t!”

His eyes said it all. Glaring right at the camera as they faded.


“Now as you can see right here...”

Those words were coming out of the doctor’s mouth as he sat there on his little stool with a pen in hand. Pointing to what appeared to be two separate cat scans.

“This is the night you came into us Jayden. That spot right there is where the blood was pooling inside your skull from that brain bleed. But right here...”

He brought the pen over to the other cat scan to the same exact spot.

“And this your brain a few days removed from surgery. We were able to stop the bleeding and from what we were able to establish once we got in there. There weren't any other major issues. Which you should consider yourself very lucky after the type of blunt force trauma you took to the head.”

“That’s amazing, sweetheart!”

Carmen couldn’t help but chime herself in. That poor woman had been through more than a mother and wife should ever experience over the last few months. Somehow she was able to keep it together showing just how brave she was. Jayden laid there in the bed with that massive head bandage on. Semi-glaring over at the doctor.

“So, when do you think you’re going to give me clearance to get back in the ring?”

“Well as we talked about once before Jayden...”

“You’re not getting back in the ring.”

The entire time standing there against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and listening to everything the doctor was saying as well as presenting to them was Michael. His gaze went from the doctor over to his son in that hospital bed. His eyes said more than enough when he looked over at Jayden, but those two were too much alike for it to be peaceful.

“Excuse the fuck out of me?”

“You’re excused. But you heard me loud and clear.”

“Michael... Jayden... Please.”

“I’m a grown ass fucking man. You’re not going to tell me what I can and cannot do!”

“Out of that statement. You’re wrong. I can tell you what to do and I’ll keep doing so till I am blue in the face. But You’re right about the other thing. You’re a grown man. A grown man with a little girl just over the age of one who is going to need her father around for years to come. A grown man that has a lovely girlfriend who has put up with way more shit than she should have and still standing by your son. A grown man that should be making grown men decisions but by putting a ring on it.

A grown man that needs to understand that there is more to life than his own selfish desires and goals. A grown man that needs to not act on rage and the feeling of needing to get even. And a grown man that needs to see that it isn’t in his best interest physically, mentally, or emotionally to ever step in the ring again. To which if you’re really that grown man. You’ll do the right thing for your family and yourself. But if you aren’t then that says everything it needs to say about you.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Welllll! This is clearly a family matter. I’m going to see myself out of this one.”

Right away the doctor stood up from the stool he had been sitting on. Before he could make that mad dash out of the room. Carmen cut him off as she was trying to be the more reasonable one in the room.

“Please. Allow me to apologize for both of them. Not very becoming of the family we are. And go ahead. Continue the conversation with my son. I’m going to have a private conversation with my husband as you do so.”

“Carmen. There isn’t anything to...”

The dirty look she shot him. That was enough to make him be quiet for the time being.

“Ma’am. I can only give him the information that I have in front of him. I cannot convince someone not to do something. People are in control of their own actions after all.”

“I understand that, but being presented with all the facts here might be best for him to make that decision.”

All the doctor could do at that moment is shrug his shoulders and do his best. Carmen was quick to turn away and match right over to her husband. Snagging a hold of his ear rather violently as she dragged him out of the room, into the hall, and letting the door shut behind them. Once she let go of his ear, Carmen slapped him in the back of the head. Getting the response she should have expected.

“Ow. What the fuck woman?!”

“Eres estúpido o algo así?!”

“Want to try that in English?!”

Right away Carmen raised her hand like she was about to catch him in the back of the head again. Causing the man to flinch a little bit. Trying to stay far away from her wrath.

“Our son just went through something traumatic. I would greatly appreciate if you showed a little more compassion and not be such a prick.”

“All I am trying to do is get through to the boy. That there is no wrestling future for him.”

“Maybe go about it in a different way.”

“I’m blunt Carmen. I can’t help who I am. And he’s a stubborn little prick sometimes that doesn’t want to listen to anyone other than himself.”

“Wonder where he gets that from!”

Her eyes narrowed a little more when she looked at him. At that point he was trying to avoid making eye contact with her. Because she had a point. She had more than a point and his own ego wasn’t willing to let him admit that. Not at this moment.

“It’s easy for you to tell him what not to do. It’s easy for you to tell him to stay away. It’s easy for you to tell him to put his family first and be smart about things. But did you?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“I remember a time when I was six months pregnant and you had someone wrap a steel chair around your neck. Then crush it. Making you believe your neck was broken. Instead of doing the right thing. Instead of putting me first, instead of putting our unborn child first, and instead of putting your health first. You ignored all doctor’s orders, went right back at them, and reacted in nothing but rage and the feeling of needing to get even. To get some kind of revenge.”

“Alright. That’s a completely different situation and you know it.”

“But it’s not... just like it’s not with the situation at hand right now. Three men tried to kill you, Michael. They left you in the middle of the ocean to die. Taking it further than just wrestling. Put every single one of us through trauma. And what are you doing right now? Hmm?”

“Carmen...”

“Are you letting it go? Are you walking away? Are you putting us first? Or are you competing in a goddamn deathmatch where lord knows what could happen?!”

Carmen looked at the man right in his soul. The silence that came from Michael was a telling sign. His arms folded across his chest to further show that attitude. All while he leaned against the concrete wall of the hospital.

“A death match that you didn’t clear with me. A death match you didn’t clear with any of us. A deathmatch -- something you’ve never even done before. All for the sake of causing pain, causing suffering, and getting revenge for what they did to you. And as much as I don’t want to see this happen or see yourself go through that. I haven’t tried to stop you. I am just letting you do what you feel like you need to do against my better judgment.”

Harris rolled his eyes a little bit. Carmen saw it and decided to lay into him more. Going right for the heart of things.

“That young man has wanted to be just like you since he was in diapers. I will never forget moments of him dragging those big ass championships of yours around the house or him curling up to me at night and fighting sleep just to see your match. You are his biggest inspiration and the two of you are so much alike it’s not even funny. Of course he’s going to do the same shit you would do. He’s not going down without a fight. Just like you’re not going down without one either!”

He had finally managed to at least look her in the eyes when those last words were coming from her lips. No longer could he deny it. No longer could he ignore it. She was right. Signing with some frustration, he pushed himself off the wall.

“I get it, Carmen. I get it. I just want more for the boy and I don’t want him to make the same mistakes I did. I don’t think I’m wrong for that.”

“No you’re not wrong for wanting more and better for him. That’s our job as a parent, but it’s also our job to continue to believe in our children, support our children, and back our children. Even when sometimes it might not be the best thing.”

“It’s just that...”

“It’s difficult. I already know what you’re going to say, love. Nothing like this is ever easy. But keep this in mind. He’s always believed in you. You’re his superman and that will never change. Just like when he was three and cheering daddy over and over again. He’s going to cheer you on just the same at twenty two in the biggest most vile match you’ve ever had. Keep that in mind and maybe it’ll make you come around for when he ends up doing what he needs to do.”

Carmen gently placed a hand on her husband’s chest. Patting it ever so gently before turning herself around and heading right back inside that room. For a moment Michael stood there by himself. Replaying her words in his head over and over again. Facts were facts. He couldn’t judge or shame or even forbid his oldest from doing the exact same thing he was about to do. Being motivated by revenge and being a fighter... it was in their blood.


“You know the one thing I love about all of this, James?!”

“I love the fact that I have turned out to be right about you. Time and time and time again. There’s not been any lie. There’s not been any fabricated stories. There hasn’t been a single time at all where I have been wrong about you. Unlike so many people from your past, I have been able to figure you out rather quickly and considering who I am. I thoroughly enjoy being able to call you out.”

“Now that being said. Maybe, that doesn't matter to you. Maybe, you're alright with being proven wrong. Maybe, maybe you’re alright with being exposed. After all, look at how alright you’ve been with so many other things. Like the fact, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Not only were you okay with that, but you’ve pretty much flaunted it in people’s faces.”

“You have proven to be alright with being mommy and daddy’s golden child. You have proven that you didn’t mind not having to work for the things you wanted. You have proven that you didn’t mind them literally giving you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted. At no point in life have you ever had to learn the value of a dollar, never had to work hard to achieve something, or had to go through some type of struggling times to reach success. No it’s just been given and you’ve been okay with that.”

“And then it transitioned into your adult life. It transitioned into your professional wrestling career and transitioned into you being part of Sin City Wrestling. From the moment you walked through those doors. You had Christian Underwood in your back pocket. You had that man willing to die on the hill he stood on when it came to defending you and giving you what you wanted. Made no difference how biased it made him look or how much it was going to affect the locker room.”

“I mean look at the shit you’ve already said James. You’ve already alluded to the fact that you are looking past me. You’re not considered with me. Instead you are more focused on the Heavyweight Championship match with Finn. In the year 2025. You know something you said quite some time ago when you vacated the title and he went on to win it. For starters. You’re a fucking idiot for looking past me. You should already know how that’s going to go.”

“And secondly, you can make these claims. You can make these things happen. You can say it and it becomes a reality. All because you have had Christian in your pocket and the man has always given you what you wanted. Despite the fact that if that happened. Everyone sure as fuck knows you wouldn’t have earned the match. Not by a long shot. It would have just been given to you because you’re J2H. The great and powerful.”

“I do find it funny though. I am once again right when it comes to you being the top guy. You got the championship after I got fired. You beat a bunch of fucking nobodies to win it in that six pack challenge and then the moment a real challenge appeared in the form of Finn. The moment it was clear he would be breathing down your neck. You just conveniently gave up the championship because you were “bored” as you’ve said so many times before. And just so you could gloat and say you GAVE the man what he had, but let me clue you in on a little something brother.”

“Finn might not like me. I might not like him. Hell, if we’re being fucking honest. The two of us don’t even know each other but, game recognizes game. Talent sees talent. Ego knows ego. That being said the smartest thing you did James was conveniently vacate that title because had you faced Finn for it. He’d dog-walked your bitch ass about three times over and sent you fucking packing until your bruised ego of yours was healed. That’s probably the only thing Finn and I will ever have in common with each other.”

“When it comes to you. You’re no fucking match to us. No matter what your ego tells you. No matter what your inner circle tells you. No matter how many yes men you surround yourself with. You just don’t measure up to men like us. And unfortunately for the man. He’s never going to get the chance to even prove that point. Because you’re not going to make it to 2025. There’s not going to be a J2H versus Finn Whelan main event. There won’t be a Heavyweight Championship bout between the two of you. I’m making damn sure of that.”

“But back to the Christian ordeal. Because what he did with you. It was a big mistake. And boy did it ever have a negative effect on the locker room. You see I said this once before, but it’s worth covering again considering since that time I turned out to be even more right. A year ago I said the reason why Sin City Wrestling struggled to bring in talent and keep high quality talent was because of you. I said that true competitors and true talented men like Mac Bane, and Ken Davison no longer existed in this company because of you.”

“They saw the favoritism you got. They saw how much Christian backed you. They saw how much you got things handed to you over and over again. It became an uphill battle that no longer was worth fighting anymore so they moved on to greener pastures. I said that Peter Vaugh -- who had such a bright-bright future here. A man that was dominating the competition left and right. A man that knocked it out of the park every chance he got. A man who in my opinion should be main eventing every show we have.”

“I said the moment he didn’t get the treatment he deserves with the work that he was putting in. The moment he saw that this place for what it was when it came to you. When he realized he was going to always play second fiddle to you. Because of how Christian conducted business and let that biased nature show. I said he would be out of here... and here we are. A year removed from those comments and where is Peter? Long gone. Once again another great talent lost because of you and poor business decisions.”

“Again. Something you don’t feel bad about. But instead laugh at it.”

“Yet when it comes to Christian. When it comes to this company as a whole. They’re starting to realize the major mistakes they have made. They’re starting to see that they shot themselves in the foot. They are starting to see that they let good talent walk right on out of here. Talent that couldn’t have taken this place to a higher standard than ever thought possible. Christian is finally seeing you for what you have always been. A spoiled self entitled prick that really should have been a wet spot on the sheets. Sadly, it’s a little too late to fix what’s already been done.”

“And because he’s finally seen the light. Because he’s decided to distance himself from you. Because he’s decided to let you fight this battle on your own. Without having him in your back pocket and without him pulling those strings for you when you needed him to. It’s causing you to unravel. It’s causing you to become a little unhinged. It’s causing you to panic and not think straight. Because for the first time in your career and for the first time in your life James. You’re being forced to do this...”

“ALONE!”

“You have to stand up and be a man. All by yourself.. You have to find a way to battle me on your own. You have to find a way to win on your own. You have to find a way to fight on your own. That’s very difficult for you to do when it’s the first time it’s happened. Not to mention it’s difficult to do when you don’t know how to be James the man, instead of J2H the character. You have blended fantasy too much with your reality and now it’s coming back to bite you in the ass.”

“Considering this isn’t about a championship. This isn’t about who the better wrestler is. This isn’t about who deserves to main event over who. This isn’t about who the better Hall of Famer is. No this time it’s about fighting with everything you have in you. It’s digging down deep with that fight. It’s about standing up for what you believe in. It’s about taking all the wrongs done to you and making them right. It’s about showing what you are truly made of at the core. And more than anything it’s about being a man.”

“Something you know nothing about, but that’s also not my problem either. I have said all there is to be said James. There’s no point in wasting anymore words on you. No reason to continue to waste my breath on you. There’s a reason why this is the main event of High Stakes. This match doesn’t get any higher with the stakes. And now time it’s time for the both of us to shut the fuck up and show what the fuck we are made of when the pressure is on. That being said...”

“Can’t wait to put you out of your fucking misery for good!”

[J2H]

Preparations for High Stakes XIV was well underway in the TCC Arena in Tucson, Arizona as a busy ring crew started to set the scene for what will no doubt be a night that everyone will remember for a lifetime. The entrance ramp was set up and the ring ready to go, as the crew made their final preparations for Sunday's huge supercard. J2H sat up in the stands, his eyes on his eyes on his son, James Jr, leaning on the barricade and few rows in front, watching the men and women at work. He looked around as the screen burst in to life, testing logos and graphics. His attention turned back to his son, completely taking his focus to the point he didn't even hear his wife Melody walking down the steps beside him. She moved along the row, sitting next her husband, his focus elsewhere.

Melody: Hello? Earth to James?

His head slowly turned around to look at her, an eyebrow raised slightly.

J2H: Sorry, was keeping an eye on the little guy.

His hand pointed towards his son as he leaned on the barricade, looking over. It wasn't uncommon for J2H to bring his son to the big supercards, no matter where they were in the world, he was a huge wrestling fan after all and was popular amongst the wrestlers backstage.

Melody: It's all good. How are you feeling?

The was a rush of emotions running through J2H as he sat and looked at the set. Deep down he knew he could be looking at the last ring he'll ever wrestle in. He knew there was a slight chance Sunday night could be the last night he has as a wrestler.

J2H: I'm fine, it's just a lot to take in.

Melody: But you do this all the time.

Melody was right, before every SCW supercard, J2H would often just appear at the arena a day or two before just to sit and look, just to feel the caged energy. He knew how different it would be when the arena was full and people were screaming for their favourite wrestlers to appear. He could already feel the electric staring to fill the air as he looked down at people pointing directions to others. He could see the excited looks on other wrestlers faces as they inspected the ring and everything around it.

J2H: I know I do, but you know how it is. Biggest show of the year and it rests upon my shoulders to bring it home the way I have so many times, in a match where limits get pushed and shit. 

Melody slightly frowned as she looked towards him. She had always known him to be confident in everything that he did, but this time, he seemed almost human, almost the average Joe you see on the streets.

Melody: Feeling the weight of expectation?

It was a valid question that seemed to snap him back in to his old confident self.

J2H: Not at all. I know what I can do when I get down there. I know everything I'm gonna try to do and will do. This doesn't worry me, not even the insane amounts of money that is riding on this. Millions around the world have bought this show because they think this is my last ride. They think that I will walk out here for the last time and that they can see my career end right in front of their faces.

His eyes quickly diverted towards the ring, tracing his way up the ramp.

Melody: That's the whole point, right? To get people watching.

Her tone was soft and her husband nodded in agreement to her sentiments.

J2H: Yeah, all eyes on the prize and that prize is me. It's not gonna happen but I lose this one, I won't be the biggest loser out of the whole thing, because I am SCW's cash cow. They lose me, they lose a lot of eyes. That's why they keep paying me big money to come back when I didn't need them, because they need me. Everyone back behind that curtain knows this, they lose me, they lose millions. They know if I am done, they better sign me to some non wrestling shit to keep the viewers and pull in the sponsors.

Melody: I have faith in you to win, but what happens to the group if you lose?

It wasn't a question that really passed J2H's mind in the slightest so he took a few seconds to think about it.

J2H: I don't know. I guess Kevin and Alexander continue, I can still be around but won't be able to wrestle again, which I think I might have come to peace with.

The last line shocked Melody as she turned her head towards him with a quick, sharp snap.

Melody: Did I just hear you correctly?

He smiled towards her, his eyes strangely warm for a few seconds before turning back towards his son.

J2H: Worst case scenario that will never happen, is I lose, I leave my boots in the ring and I go home. I don't need wrestling, my reason for wrestling is right in front of me.

Melody knew he was instantly talking about their son, still looking at all the work going on around him.

J2H: But it means I spend more time at home, we don't need money, we got so much as it is. I just get to do the school run and you can still bring him to supercard shows and shit that's local.

Melody frowned towards her husband.

Melody: What do you mean I can bring him to shows?

She put her finger on her cheek, as a mock quizzical look crossed her face.

J2H: You think I'm coming to SCW shows when I'm retired and don't have to be here? Fuck that, I don't like ninety percent of people backstage. I don't like most of the people down their setting up the arena. I have been beating the drum about how lazy this roster is for a long, long time and if I'm forced to leave everything in the ring, I am putting this shit show of a roster far behind me.

He smiled at Melody, but Melody was unsure if he actually meant it or not. Her curiosity got the better of her.

Melody: Do you actually mean that?

J2H: Oh every single word. I am not wasting my time here. I know heckle and Jekyll in the back are probably writing up some kind of deal right now to keep me around if the worst happens, but if it means being around these bunch of freaks and misfits, you know where I'm gonna tell them to shove that thing. No amount of money keeps me around this shower if I don't have to be. I won't train these idiots because they don't work hard enough now, so they'll just piss me off and disappointment me, I won't sit around and give them advice because they're too stupid and I'm certainly not gonna do what every other retired wrestler does.

Melody looked at him unsure what he meant.

Melody: What do you mean by that?

J2H: I'm never having another match again. If I lose, I will not be one of those guys that gets lured back. This is why I never once said I was retired when I was out of the ring. I never once said I was done, because I'm not some hypocritical bitch that will work their way back, sign up for open matches and tournaments. If that guy manages to retire me, then I am done, finished, I will never get back in a ring and wrestle again.

Melody wasn't sure if he was completely serious, but he was one hundred percent sure of his words.

Melody: Not for anything?

J2H: Not for anything. I'm not one of those guys, I'm better then those guys. They say no one is truly retired when you're a wrestler but if I'm forced to without injury, then I am never coming back. I can be done at thirty and never look back, but you know something?

He waited for Melody to respond.

Melody: What's that?

J2H: Doesn't matter cause he's not retiring me on Sunday. I said from day one all those years ago when I was a kid, I was gonna end my wrestling career my own way, I was gonna choose how it was done and when it was done. No one can take that away from at all and no one will, certainly not Michael Harris. It's not even handing over a torch or anything, dudes gonna be gone either way. He's not gonna sit around and dine off the fact he's beat me, ended something he shouldn't have. He'll show up, brag and disappear again, back in to the wild where he will never be seen again.

He said every word with the confidence you expected from him.

Melody: I'm sure that won't be the case.

J2H: Oh it will be. He'll go back to where ever the hell he wants, sitting there with the cold memory that taking my career has led him to absolutely nothing at all. This is why the fates are on my side, this is why everything is screaming out that I will not be retiring on Sunday. Everything is on my side and there's no way I lose this. 

Melody: That's the confidence we know and love.

He was confident, more confident then he's ever been in his life before a match but knew the realization was there. It's wrestling, there's no director shouting cut, there's no re shoots, he knew it could be his last but was sure it wasn't.

J2H: I got nothing here to worry about really. I know his game, I know he will try scare tactics and crazy shit that people will be surprised at. I know this and he knows I know this. He will take himself out by doing something stupid because he's bought in to his own hype. All I gotta do is just be me in that ring, know and accept I won't walk out the same, and do what I do best. I'm not stupid enough to go in to this thinking I'm untouchable, I will bleed and it will hurt like a bitch for a long, long time, but I also know in a couple of weeks, even if I have to be carried to the ring, I will get there and he will bend the knee.

Melody: Maybe you could get carried down her on a throne or something.

She was joking of course, but a smile crossed over her husbands face as he looked towards her with a smile.

J2H: That's actually a great idea. Take down the ropes, carried on a throne, put in to the ring and make him really bow down to the king.

Melody: I didn't....

J2H: It's a perfect idea, the perfect idea to end all this shit. In fact, I'm gonna go now and make that happen, give those two in the back something to really think about.

J2H stood up and shuffled past his wife. Melody rolled her eyes as she took over the role of watching her son, as J2H made his way backstage and the camera faded to black.


The spotlight lights up once more as we appear on the same stage as last week, the confident and calm looking J2H stands with his fingers intertwined and his head down. He looked up towards the camera.

J2H: Did you think I was done talking?

He slowly shook his head.

J2H: Welcome to act two, the final act of this long, draw out epic battle between the old and the young, the in his prime and past it. We all saw over last weekend what happens when someone past his prime steps up against someone in his.

He was of course referring to last weekends boxing match.

J2H: I listened to you Michael, I laughed a lot at your maniacal rants with the blood pissing down your head, all crazy eyes and trying to intimidate, but you finally saw what the rest of the world saw. It took blood streaming from your head to finally get what I was trying to show you and that was that I was always in control of this. I could smell the sarcasm from your voice, believe me, it's not lost on me at all, but we know the sarcasm was just to hide the fact that deep down in that black heart of yours, you knew it was true.

He slowly starts to clap, mocking Michael from the week before.

J2H: About time you saw the bigger picture, about time you saw that you've been my little puppet all along. The beast was in me all along and people have been telling you that for a long time, I've been showing you it for a long time, you really should have listened Michael, you really should have stopped playing dumb and start seeing what's around you. Ask yourself why I've been doing what I've been doing. It was always to get rid of you from this world we live in, it was always to get rid of you from what we do and now you can see, I won't stop at nothing till this happens.

A plain look crossed J2H's face as he revealed his plans.

J2H: I was doing this world a favor and now we're coming to the grand finale, the big ending, the thing that everything has lead up to and people expect this to go the comic book way, the superhero wins, or in this case, the anti hero for you, but this is one of those big plot twists Michael, this is where the bad guy wins, this is where the anti hero gets buried. Now movies are a money machine, they do shit like that for the sequel, for the hero to rise and once again take his throne, become the top dog again, but there is no sequel to this one Michael. When that screen fades to black, when it all disappears, the show ends, that's it, there is no comeback, the person here you paint as the villain, will have got rid of the person everyone was rooting for.

His voice was cool, calm, collected and very focused as he continues.

J2H: No matter what you bring to this party, if you really am gonna be that evil, no good son of a bitch that we all know you can be. If you really want to bring that fucked up mind of yours to come and play, it still won't be enough, because you're not enough.

He smiles slightly.

J2H: You heard me, you're not enough, you never have been. This is why I've done everything I can to get rid of you, but you're like a fucking cockroach! You just won't die! I throw you off a fucking ship and in to the sea and you still won't fucking die! 

The angry tones echoed around the room, but soon were replaced with a softer tone, almost dangerous.

J2H: I will change that Michael, because this is the end for you, this is where you run out of strength. I've been trying to get lazy motherfuckers to work hard, or get the fuck out, I've been doing it for a long time but everyone is too fucking scared to call me out on it, but you were a much different case. I could see you was weak since the day I ended up in a ring with you, I could see you were weaker when I last saw you show up for your pay check. I could see you was getting weaker and weaker and that means it's time to go Michael, it's time to head off in to that sunset and disappear forever. I'm going to make that fucking happen and these ungrateful fucks that boo me, they're gonna see that I was doing this for them all along. I was getting rid of the weakest link in the chain that makes up SCW. I am doing this for people who are too fucking blind to see this, but I'm gonna do it anyway.

He nods slowly and with confidence.

J2H: I don't need to be anything like you to win this one. I don't need to go psycho to win. All that bullshit is a front, psycho or not, you still bleed like anyone else and I've proved that. I've seen you bleed like a stuck pig. All that bullshit psycho act means you're scared. It's a big scary front to try and intimidate me and trust me dick for brains, I ain't falling for that bullshit. I'm not scared of the big man acting like it's Halloween all over again. I've beat people crazier then you before because I don't have to put on that front, I just have to go do what I do best and kick the shit out of you. Act deranged all you want but the sad truth is, it's pathetic, you're pathetic, you're a sad little man living in his own head, still thinking he's something special, still thinking he's a draw when really, you couldn't draw flies to horse shit.

Once again, he nods with an air of confidence.

J2H: You're not the bogeyman, you're not some monster from a nightmare, you're a man, a man who can get beat up like every other man around, a man who can get beat in to the middle of next week, just like everyone else and that is what is going to happen. 

He rubs his hand together.

J2H: You're not scary and you never have been. It proves your head isn't there because I am not thirty five you fucking idiot. You think you know me? You don't know shit about what's behind these eyes.

He points to his eyes.

J2H: You think a death match scares me? You think me potentially losing my career scares me? You're living in cloud cuckoo land if you think anything about you scares me. Pull back the curtain on me and see what you think you see, but you have no idea what I have planned. You think this is your domain when really, I've pulled the strings, I know what I'm doing and you're just walking blindly in to what I wanted all along. I wanted something that was gonna pull you in to my web because I know at that point you will think you control everything, you will think you are leading me in to something and that's when I will take you the fuck out. This whole thing has lead to this point and all I had to do was be patience. I worked out you wouldn't just fuck off and not come back, I knew it ate away at you every time you saw me on screen, I knew you just couldn't refuse to walk back towards me. Yeah, you took the belt off me, big fucking deal, I would have taken it back from you a year ago, instead I had to sit and beat five others for it and I know you was watching that match. I know it made you bitter and twisted inside because you saw me beat so many, proving I was and still am the best around.

He places his hands together again.

J2H: It ate you up knowing that if you bothered to show up for that, as champion, there was half a chance you could have ended me that night. You should be fucking grateful I'm giving you another chance to end me now. You wanted my legacy then, I offered you my career, you should be so damn thankful that I even gave you that chance, but it's all part of my game. You heard the phrase give them enough rope and they'll hang themselves? That's what I've done. I've given you just enough rope for you to hang yourself, just enough for you to finish yourself off and that's what's gonna happen. I am not coming here for you to finish me, my career doesn't end this way and it never will. It goes the way I want it to go, it goes the way I see it ending and it will not end because of you. To end my career, you will have to go through with your promise.

He runs his finger across his throat.

J2H: You'd have to kill me. You'd have to end me in front of the entire world. You'd have to look down on me as I take my final breath and see the light fade out in my eyes. You'll have to make good on that promise, but I don't think you have the heart to do it. When you took a dive overboard, I was willing to end you for good, but I don't think you have it in you to do the same to me.

J2H shakes his head and smiles.

J2H: Because you're a coward Michael, you're all talk and no action. You're like a prissy little girl who can talk forever but when it gets to getting things done, when it gets to crossing that point of no return, I don't think you can step over that line. I don't think you've got it in you to go that far, you're all mouth, no action. You want my career? Kill me for it, I fucking dare you to send me out on a blaze of glory, put me in the ground and be remembered. Do it Michael, step over that line and be remembered.

J2H smirks.

J2H: But you won't. You haven't got it in you now, you will never have it in you to go that far, to cross that line, to step over in to a place that no man can return from. 

He shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: You don't have the killer instinct, no matter how much you talk it up, no matter how much you try to act like you do. You just don't have it in you at all, but I'm daring you to Michael. I'm daring you to walk across the line cause no one's gonna remember you for anything else you've ever done. This is your one chance to be remembered, and you are gonna fuck it up. I know you're gonna fuck it up, because that is the story of your life. One big fuck up after another. From your fuck up kid to your fuck up career, to your fuck up life, to your fuck up mind. You're one big fuck up and that's gonna continue over and over again.

He smiles as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You can't do it, you won't do it, you need to bend the knee and admit it, and I will make you do that because I fucking can. I can go through on my promises, I can make them happen, but you, you're just a disappointment to me and everyone else around. You are not on my level and all those promises you made to the people, just empty words, nothing more then hot air, blowing out of a has been's mouth. Just another line to get you another unearned pay day. That's who you are Michael, that's all you'll ever be because when it comes down to it, you're not J2H, you never will be J2H. You're just a sad old man who needs to be put in his place and I know the guy for the job.

J2H points at himself.

J2H: You won't close the curtain on my career, you won't be the one who denies the world this living legend. I'm J2H and you're fucking nothing compared to me. You never have been and you never will be, that's stating facts, that's being honest, that's real talk bitch!

And with that, and possibly for the last time in his storied career, the scene fades to black. >