[Jayden]

The sunrise was just starting to take over the California skyline. The cameras finding themselves rolling right then and there. Revealing a very familiar face in those peak hours of the morning. That man being none other than the second generation star himself, Jayden Harris. His arms were folded across the banister of his hotel balcony. Looking right at the sunrise coming up.

“For the last five months. My life has been drastically different...”

What people didn’t know is this was the time that Jayden used to reflect. Now more than ever after everything he had been through. Not once letting those dark colored eyes of his leave the sun’s rise.

“Every single day brought on a new challenge. Every single day brought on some obstacle I had to overcome. It started with whether or not I was ever going to come out of a medically induced coma. A coma I was put in by my doctor and my surgeon in an attempt to save my life. Allow my brain to heal from the traumatic injury it suffered. After I was hit over the head with a cinder block. Let that sink in for a moment.

I was hit over the head with a cinder block all over a championship. I was hit over the head with a cinder block all because I ruffled a couple of feathers. I was hit over the head with a fucking cinder block just because three men didn’t like me, didn’t like my dad, and didn’t like what we stood for. Doing what the three of you did. It was a clear statement that you were not only trying to end my career but put an end to my life.”

For a brief moment his expression had changed. It was twisted up into a sour looking one with a hint of anger and even disdain. Yet, that was what it took for him to pry his eyes away. Making eye contact with the cameras for the first time. All while pushing himself away from the banister of that balcony.

“And I guess the argument that could be made for you, James, is that I tried to end your career once. You’re right. I drove that vehicle. I hit you dead on. I did it and had no remorse, but the difference between what you did and what I did is. You walked away with a couple of scrapes. A couple of bruises. You spent one night in the hospital for observation. I on the other hand.

I got put in that coma. My parents had to be told there was a chance I’d never be the same again. My girlfriend and mother to my child had to be told there’s a chance I may never walk again. She had to be told there’s a chance I may never be able to hold our child again. Then when I did, wake up. I had to face those realities. Being told all those things. Being forced to realize the rest of my life may be spent in a wheelchair.”

Subtle changes were going to be noticed about this young man. The fact he was speaking with more emotion to him than ever before in this very moment. That was one of those changes that were going to be noticed. His eyes just remained on the camera before him. Almost as if he was speaking directly to J2H.

“Not ever been an emotional person. Never have been. Maybe it has something to do with how I was raised, but I do know this was the first time I had true emotions. Not just anger, but sadness. Bouts with depression. Feeling lost. Feeling worthless. Feeling hopeless. And even feeling like I was a burden to all of my loved ones. All of those emotions and more.

One thing about me though is I’m not someone that just gives up easily. And when I’m motivated especially by spite. Oh, you can bet your ass. I’ll get through anything. In the back of my head. I just knew I had to not only fight for myself and for my family, but I had to fight for you James. For you, Kevin. And even for the bitch that decided to take his ball and go home, Alexander Raven.

Now when I say fight for you. I mean I had to fight to come back in order to give the three of you exactly what you fucking deserved. An asskicking on such a legendary level. It’ll be talked about twenty five years from now. So when they said there was a chance I couldn’t talk again. I made sure to defy those odds. Did it present a challenge? Yes. Did I have to go through speech therapy? Sure did. But it was worth it.

When they said there was a chance I could never walk again. I went ahead and made sure I also defied those odds. Yes, it was a challenge. Yes it was difficult. Yes, physical therapy was needed and it tested every bit of mental and emotional strength I had. In the end I overcame it. One of the first things I did when I was out of the hospital was to pick up my little girl and give her the biggest hug I could give!

I did the same thing with all my other loved ones. I told them how much I appreciate them. How much I am thankful for them sticking by my side. Told them exactly just how much I loved them. All the things that were also said there was a chance I could never do them again. I made sure of it for myself, but also just to spite the three of you. That wasn’t good enough for me though. I’m man enough to admit that.”

Briefly there was a small pause that left the man.

“Much like I’m man enough to admit that maybe what I’m doing at this moment might be stupid. Maybe just maybe the right thing would have been to take the victory of being able to live life normally despite everything. Maybe the right thing to do was just leave wrestling behind. Take that first major injury as a sign. Stay away and be comfortable, but my ego doesn’t work like that. My pride doesn’t work like that.

Once I did all those other things. I knew the last thing I had to do was defy the odds of being told. I would never wrestle again. I could not let the three of you have the joy of saying you ended my career and put me on the shelf for good. So, like the ego maniac I am. I got back in the ring. I started to train. I saw where I had lost a step. I saw where I was going to struggle. I tried to improve. I tried to get better.

I put myself through hell. Several sleepless nights over the last five months. Just to get back to being who I was and back to being in the ring. And after all the hard work. I can say I’m as ready as I can be. At the very least I was ready enough to show up last week. Catch Kevin lacking and smash his head through a car window. Leave him in a bloody heap. Ready enough to take you by surprise, James.

Choked you out right there in the middle of the ring. You never even saw it coming. Something about that whole situation just brought me a sick feeling of satisfaction. Feeling you go limp in my arms. Hearing you gasp for air. Noticing every little struggle movement you made until you passed out. Man, I just can’t really put into words how much I enjoyed that. But you know something James. It didn’t have to be this way...”

Jayden found himself shaking his head from side to side a little bit. Keeping those arms of his folded right out in front of his chest.

“As a matter of fact when I was fighting to come back. The original target was Alexander Raven. That was the man I wanted to choke out. That was the man I wanted to harm. That was the man I wanted to destroy more than anything. He’s the one that struck me with that cinder block. He was the one that ultimately delivered what was meant to be the final blow. Yet.. not long after that the pressure became too much.

He folded. He caved. He proved the people right when they said he didn’t have what it took to be a star. He didn’t have what it took to be in the main event. He didn’t have what it took to be a World Champion around here. Maybe more importantly than anything else he proved he couldn’t be the face of SCW. So like I said earlier. He took his ball and went home like the baby back bitch he’s always been.

That left you and Kevin alone to deal with the repercussions of his actions. Now by no means are either of you two innocent. I know for a fact you knew what the game plan was. You two just weren’t the ones top use the cinder block. However, James. You were the bring Raven into the fold when this entire thing began between us. So in retrospect you’re just as guilty as him and that’s why you became the target.

And that's why you are going to stay the target. You see after what was done to me. It is more than clear to me that You and I are never going to be able to coexist in the same place at the same time. Quite literally Sin City Wrestling isn’t big enough for both of our egos. Therefore the only option is for one of us to go. One of us to be forced out and never ever coming back. Something already tried with me and failed!”

The intense glare in his eye said everything it needed to in that moment.

“Sadly for you though, James. I know what makes you tick. I know what motivates you. I know the very thing that matters to you the most in life. It has been and always will be the SCW Heavyweight Championship. That is the only thing that you are after each time you start to fade into irrelevancy. You win the title. You get bored. You don’t want to defend it. You give it up like you’re doing the “company” and the roster a favor.

Then you come back for it when people start to forget all about you. Rinse and repeat. It’s the same old song and dance. It’s become quite exhausting to see, but that’s not going to be a thing anymore. No, I am going to make sure that you don’t get anywhere close to the SCW World Championship ever again. It starts with making sure you don’t qualify for the chamber. I beat you within an inch of your life.

I make you pay for everything you’ve done to me. I choke you out in the middle of that ring for a second week in a row. You’ll do what you always do. You’ll disappear. You’ll crawl back into your hole. You’ll cry yourself to sleep at night. Lick your wounds. Until you find enough courage to crawl back out of your hole and try to go for the World Title again. However, by the time that happens.

I intend to firmly have my grasp on the World Championship. Where I will be patiently waiting for that return of yours. That way I can make you feel like you’re winning. Give you that title shot you think you deserve when we both know you don’t. That way I can make you think you are the one in charge of the entire situation. Just to put you down like the old dog that you are!”

For a very brief moment. He held his right hand out making a gun-like motion. After everything that had gone on between these two men. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that’s how passionately he felt.

“But I’m getting too far ahead of myself when it comes to the future. Right now the goal is to make sure you don’t get inside that chamber. To which I am willing to do anything and everything to make sure that doesn’t happen. Being the egomaniac and dense fuck that you are, James. I already know that just by saying that isn’t going to be enough to make you a believer. Not when you already believe I’ve made a mistake in coming back.

Not when you have it in your head that I am coming into this match less than a hundred percent. Not when you got in your head that I am not the man or the wrestler I once was. Not when you also have it in your head that I am nowhere close to your level. But that’s not a surprise. You enter every match with that mindset. That being said I will give you credit when I say that you are good. Better than most.

I will say you’re right in believing that I’m not the man or the wrestler I once was. You are probably even right in saying that I’m not a hundred percent. But when it comes to the belief that I am making a mistake. When it comes to the belief that I don’t pose a threat and you’re just going to blow right past me. That’s where you couldn’t be any more wrong. The way I see it.

I’ve already been through the worst that you have to offer. I took your best shot and it wasn’t enough to kill me like you wanted. That’s why I can confidently say that nothing you intend to do or think that you can do to me scares me. I don’t believe you got enough hair on your nut sack to take it any further than what you have. So whatever you plan to do. I’m going to take it on the chin. Look right back at you.

And smile right in your face. I can just see it now. The sheer irritation and anger that will cover your expression knowing that I just laughed in the face of danger essentially. It’ll set you off on levels it hasn’t before. It’ll get you so unhinged that you’ll make all the mistakes I need you to make. Your mental will be in such a bad state knowing you can’t strike fear into me. It’ll be that much easier for me to pick you up and drop you on your neck for the win.”

That very smirk that he had been mentioning was seen for a moment. Every bit of the second generation sounded as confident as a person could be.

“You’ve had plenty of chances over the last couple of years to see what the reality of things are. The reality is you are not needed here anymore. This place doesn’t live or die based on whether or not the great J2H graces them with his presence or not. Your reign of terror has been over for a long time now. You’re just looked at as the old head that doesn’t know when to walk away for good and let the new generation take over. But since you don’t want to step aside willingly. You’ll be put aside... by someone that you just happen to hate. See you soon, James.”

Those final words escaped the young man’s mouth came with a steady glare in his eye. Every bit of his expression sent a loud and clear message. Nothing scared Jayden and as far as he was concerned. He was going to come out of this match with a victory to his name. As history would go to show, sometimes things weren’t that simple. His gaze going back to the California skyline led to the cameras fading out.