30th March 2025
Tucson, Arizona.
Blaze Of Glory XIV
The night hadn't gone to plan for J2H, a huge chamber match, only for him to be eliminated much earlier then he expected. He had come backstage in a seething rage, anger coursed through his body a jumped inside like firecrackers exploding at random intervals. His mood was not improved seeing HB Carter winning the match. He knew everyone was proud of Carter, the true underdog story but J2H was not impressed and took it upon himself to destroy a young rookies dream of Blast From The Past glory and taking the spot himself, but still the anger rose in him.
He had return to his dressing room, sitting on a bench,looking at the floor, his teeth gritted, his eyes narrowed, just pure anger running through him at a pace he had not known. That's all he could feel, his mind blank, just nothing but anger. The voice of Austin Parker brought him back to reality.
Austin: Hey! Can y'all hear me?
J2H Hadn't heard a word Austin had said and was oblivious to him even being in the same room but something at that point had brought him around.
J2H: I didn't hear a work you said, I didn't even know you was here, I didn't know I was here, what the hell have you been going on about?
Austin moved along the same bench J2H was sitting on, moving slightly closer to the man he has successfully managed for years.
Austin: Ah asked how you were doing.
J2H's eyes narrowed as he looked towards Austin, partly disbelief running through him.
J2H: What do you mean how am I doing? I fucking lost, I fucking lost in a match that had sweat stain Barnhart in it. I lost in a fucking match where I got pinned by Miles Kasey! Miles Kasey! Of all people, the man only famous for fucking another wrestler! I got beat by him! He took away my fucking dream. I should go find him and take away his kneecaps!
J2H attempted to stand up but Austin put him hand on the younger man's shoulder, sitting him back down in to his seat.
Austin: Don't do something stupid. So ya lost one match, a match with six other men in it. You put on a good show.
Austin was trying to be the voice of reason, which was a sight rarely seen, but J2H wasn't biting.
J2H: Fuck putting on a good show, it was about winning. It was about me showing these motherfuckers who's still in charge of this place. It's about showing these mouthy pricks that I am still J2H. I don't give a fuck who wins out of Alex Jones and Finn Whelan tonight, it was meant to be me facing whoever it was meant to be in a couple of months. No one gives a fuck about Carter and either of those two, they needed me, this place needed me.
J2H picked up a nearby water bottle and threw it against the opposite wall, turning his eyes to Austin.
J2H: Yet I lose to Miles, I didn't get to beat the shit out of Jayden as much as I wanted and now I gotta go through shit like Blast From The Past to get there.
Austin: Don't ya see, this might not be a bad thing?
J2H: I didn't win Austin, it is a fucking bad thing!
Austin: Just shut ya yap for five god darn minutes and listen!
That comment forced J2H to look at Austin with a scowl on his face, but he put his hands out in front of him.
J2H: If you're gonna be that fucking snappy with me, you better have something good to say.
Austin: Everyone expected y'all to win this and maybe ya should have, maybe ya shoulda put in that extra effort, but ya didn't and fell. Everyone has to fall before they rise up, the comeback is greater then the setback and being as it seems y'all found ya way in to Blast From The Past just like that, this is where the real rise starts. Every son of a bitch and their dog are gonna expect ya to fuck this one up too, but this is what drives ya, comeback better then the setback.
J2H breathed deeply as he looked towards Austin.
J2H: Are you the real Austin or did someone replace you? What happened to the man up speech that you usually give?
Austin: Fuck you!
A half smile appeared on J2H's face as he looked at him.
J2H: I guessed the real Austin is there after all. You might be right, but this was my night, this wasn't the night for people like Carter to rise, this was meant to be a night for everyone to drool over a maybe match with me and Whelan, it's what they all want to see. I don't really give a shit about him but business wise, it's what they wanted to see and now, I've got to go through a tournament with people couldn't give a shit about just to get back to where I should be.
He'd be lying if he said the thought of failing in this match didn't put self doubt in his mind and he knew he had to redeem himself somehow.
J2H: I'm not going out a fucking loser like so many others have, I'm not pissing on my legacy losing to people like Miles Kasey, I'm not having people sit there and tell me I'm past my peak. I refused to be looked down on by shit stains that have never even stepped in a ring.
Austin couldn't help but smile at J2H's attitude.
Austin: At least the fire still burns there for you.
J2H: That fire is always gonna be there, but you know what that means? That means bad fucking news for anyone else in this tournament because now I'm coming in hot, I'm coming in pissed off and I don't give a fuck who I'm facing, I'm gonna rip every motherfucker apart. I don't give a shit who they are.
Austin: That's the spirit.
J2H: Fucking right. Now I got too get ready for some stupid ass press conference, media scrum shit, whatever you wanna call it. Guess they needed star power on that shit too.
J2H stood up, looking for his street clothes as we fade out.
A while later.
The show had ended and a new champion was crowned, surprisingly to some and thoughts were already moving forward for so many people. The face of the company had changed and Alex Jones was once again captain of the ship, but one more thing had to be done to bring the night to a close from the audience point of view, the press conference, or media scrum as it's now seems to be known. J2H was on the list to appear but his mood wasn't jovial or patient as he stood in the wings, looking at Christian Underwood sitting at a table set up on stage with bottles of water in front of him. He barely zoned in by the time his name was mentioned.
Christian: Please welcome J2H.
Snapping back to reality, he slowly walked across the stage, taking his time to pull out a seat and sit himself down next to his boss. Before Christian could speak, J2H stepped in and beat him to the verbal punch.
J2H: Let's get something clear before we start. I don't give a fuck what your name is, I don't give a fuck what little rumour sites you come from or what corner of the internet you hide in to put out your opinions. No need for all that formality. So you ask your questions and I'll answer them, then I get to go home.
Christian shuffled in his chair as he looked towards J2H but pointed out in the crowd at a young man.
Reporter: Hi J. Great match out there, how do you feel coming out of it?
J2H raised an eyebrow in the man's direction.
J2H: What match was you watching? Great match? That match died on it's ass the second I was eliminated! The second that English tea bag fucking pinned me, it went from possible five star to one star, because I wasn't in it anymore. I was in that match because it needed me to be, because if not, it would just be a cheap version of an Ultimate X over a pool where people who suck and have nothing better to do gets thrown it to it for the sake of it. How am I feeling? How do you think I'm feeling? I got beat by Miles Kasey. I had two goals going in to that match, kick the shit out of and eliminate Jayden Harris and win the damn thing, and only half kicked the shit out of that dim witted Harris, so you could say I'm pretty pissed off.
Christian pointed to someone else.
Reporter: Is gold the main goal for you?
J2H: Anyone who gets in this business and say they do it for the fucking love of it, is a liar, everyone wants gold, but I want the top title. I don't want to step down and take the Roulette belt, I don't even know who the Roulette champion is anymore.
J2H turned to look at Christian.
Christian: Aiden Reynolds.
J2H: Who the fuck is Aiden Reynolds? Never heard of him.
J2H turned back to the reporters.
J2H: Every wrestler wants gold, but I want top gold, I don't want that little shitty gold that no one cares about. You don't come in to this and think like idiots like Justin Smith or Bill Barnhart, happy to go with the flow and see what happens, happy to have a nothing career just for money in the bank, you come in to it to be the best, I am the fucking best, I am the uncrowned champion, so yeah, gold is the main goal and I'm gonna get it.
Christian nodded his head towards someone else to ask the next question.
Reporter: Alex Jones was crowned the new World Heavyweight Champion, stopping Finn Whelan from extending a record formerly held by you. That must have been a plus for you.
J2H: Could not give a fuck about Finn Whelan being the longest ever World Champion, good for Finn, good for him protecting his run, good for him somehow not being in a chamber match while the Bombshell World Champion was, equality eh Christian?
J2H turned his head to look at Christian with a smirk before looking back at the reporters.
J2H: Well done to Finn for his defences against nobodies, while my run was defences against future Hall of Famers every fucking week. You can win hundreds of matches but if they're against nobodies, who gives a shit? All Finn has done is made me want to break his record and I'm going to do that. Next question.
Reporter: How do you feel about Alex Jones becoming the new World Heavyweight champion?
J2H picked up an unopened bottle of water in front of him and opened it up to take a drink before he continued.
J2H: How am I meant to feel? Alex Jones has proved what a guy he is, he's been there before and carried this place before. He knows how to get people interested in it. He's credentials speak for themselves because he's Alex Jones, that's how I feel about him on a personal level, but as a champion? I couldn't give a shit. It doesn't matter who is the World Champion now, it's about who's the champion when I get my shot and that's when I give a damn about that. Alex Jones, HB Carter, it doesn't matter at all. When I get through Blast From The Past, that's when I'll give a fuck who the champion is.
J2H glances to the side at Christian, who points someone else out in the crowd.
Reporter: You surprised a lot of people by signing up for Blast From The Past, what made you do that?
J2H: Surprised why? Because I should be sitting here as number one contender talking about how I'm coming for Alex Jones? I get that because I should be sitting here talking about how I should be facing Alex Jones, but sometimes you just get knocked down and you get right back up and go at it again. I might have had a setback but the goal remains the same, to get that belt back and I saw the chance, I took it and I will win it, join the list of two time winners.
Christian pointed to another person in the crowd.
Reporter: Who do you see as your biggest threat in the tournament?
He shrugged his shoulders and smirked.
J2H: I don't know who's in the tournament, and I don't really care who's in this tournament. This isn't about any of them, it never has been, it's always been about one person from the second I put my name on the list. When I signed that, I didn't care who was in it, I don't care who's making a comeback, seeing this as their big return to the spotlight, in fact I couldn't care less. Everyone has the same idea, everyone believes they can win it, but I know I can. Difference between those fools and me is they suck and I don't. I've done it before, as part of a team and now I get to do it on my own.
Reporter: What's your thoughts on the tournament being a singles tournament this year?
J2H: Considering no one trusts anyone and spends weeks after signing up moaning and bitching about who they could get as their partner, it's a good thing. People sign up and sit there till teams are announced about not wanting to team with this person, or that person, or any other person, but you signed up idiot, you know what to expect. I don't need a partner to win this thing, I didn't last time when I was teamed with that annoying little ompa lompa, still won it despite the fact my partner could barely see over the ropes. This year is all about me.
Reporter: Alexander Raven announced he was going to enter the tournament and rumours are that you and Kevin Carter did not take kindly to him losing the Roulette championship, what happens if you have to face him?
J2H looked towards Christian, who nodded, seemingly to confirm Alexander's participation. J2H shrugged and turned back to the reporters.
J2H: Well that's news to me, but my record against Alexander is pretty good, don't you think? I've beat him over and over again, so what makes you think anything will be different there? Maybe that's the ending people want for me, Alexander to get some kind of revenge on me and Kevin but fuck that. It doesn't matter who you put in front of me. Rookies, former champions, Hall of Famers, strangers, I don't care.
J2H looked at Christian as he stood up.
J2H: I'm bored of these generic questions, I'm bored of these brain dead people you call reporters. I'm out of here. Get your next dancing monkey out here to entertain these people.
Christian opened his mouth to speak but J2H shook his head, walking off camera before Christian could even utter another word, clearly still angry from the earlier defeat.
25th April 2025
Stockholm, Sweden.
Sweden was indeed as expected, a beautiful country, rich with history and amazing views. J2H decided the amazing views was something to be shown, so he decided to make his way to the main hill in Stockholm, Skinnarviksberget, a place you can see the city in all it's glory. The camera focused in on him as he took a deep breath.
J2H: Send in the fucking clowns.
He shook his head slowly.
J2H: Out of all the fucking people in the tournament, I get the fucking clown, the joker, the guy called Guy who has done nothing but been a joke to every person in SCW from the moment he stuck his face in the door. I'm meant to take things fucking seriously with the Joker sitting there looking at me from across the ring.
He rolled his eyes as he waited for people to walk past him, some curious at what was happening.
J2H: I know it's an open sign up tournament but really? A fucking clown? Let me make this very clear, I signed up for this thing because I thought it was going to be a serious affair, I thought it was going to be a bunch of guys taking this seriously to step up, I thought it was gonna be competitive, be something that forced everyone to step up their game, the best of the best, that sort of thing, but no, I get some fucking clown in the first round. I get the most unserious person around. This shows the fucking stupidness of this whole damn thing, I'm fighting a referee!
He couldn't believe he uttered those words, but technically, he was right. Guy had been a controversial referee in SCW for a while.
J2H: You might be entertaining to the lowest forms of life when you have that stripped shirt on, you are more then entertaining to the bottom feeders and mentally challenged when you're fucking around backstage making people miserable, but to me, you're nothing but a joke, an unfunny joke Guy. Let's look at what you've done here.
He paused for a second, his eyes pointed upwards, his mind drifting.
J2H: Other then piss a lot of people off, probably done one thing and that was become the king thing. Let me let you in on a secret, doing that is absolutely nothing special, that kinda shit is just booked so that people who have nothing to do and to make them feel like they have a purpose. Some run with it, some somehow win and it's the highlight of their career, that's you Guy, the highlight of your career was beating jobbers and being allowed to book a few random matches that in your mind was a little entertaining, in the mind of the lowest form of human beings, it was entertaining but to me, it was an embarrassment, it was a boil on the ass of everything real wrestlers work for, it was cheap, but that seems to fit you Guy. The cheap pops, the cheap laughs, everything about you is cheap and I'm not. I'm taking this thing fucking seriously and you know why?
His face turned serious.
J2H: Because I'm starting to feel like it's about time I got some gold back, it's about time I did what my good friend Kevin has done and made a championship belt mean something again. It's not gonna mean a damn thing while Alex Jones has it, or even everyone's favourite underdog, HB Carter, no, no, no, it needs to be at a real home, with someone that's gonna make that title mean something again. It was held hostage for so long and those two guys are not the ones to make it mean something again, only I am, so I'm taking this seriously, I will be matching up the gold with Kevin really soon and you have your little role to play in this because you my friend, you're the little messenger for everyone in this tournament. No one's impressed me so far, not one person, so I'm gonna have to send a message using you, about who the most dangerous person is in this thing. I need to use you to show everyone the kind of animal they're dealing with when it comes to me in this tournament. I'm not coming here to fail, I'm coming here with an edge, I'm coming here with a level of determination the likes you've never seen before Guy. Once I'm done with you, you'll be the message that goes out to everyone that I am the favourite in this thing for a reason.
He pointed to himself as he smiled.
J2H: People are gonna see what I've done to you and pray to whoever they pray to that they don't have to face me. They're gonna be begging Christian or Mark to change it so they don't have to get in the ring with me Guy, because they'll know what I'm gonna do to you, I'm gonna do to them too.
A smirk appeared on his face.
J2H: Not even a tone of bullshit in my voice for a reason Guy, because I'm not coming in to this one to let myself down. I'm pissed off Guy, I'm really pissed off and we all have Miles Kasey to blame. We all have him to sit and look at and say he's the reason I am as mad as I am. He's the reason I am going to take out all my anger on every person in this tournament and it starts with you. It starts with me kicking the shit out of you. I didn't sign up to walk away with this without that championship shot in the bag. This tournament, there's no one in it that can possibly stop me, and you are not going to be one that will ever stand a chance of stopping me at all. I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm not in the mood to deal with any of your joking bullshit. I don't give a fuck if you've dreamed of being a champion you're entire career, I don't give a fuck if you crave this whole thing, if you need it so damn much it hurts. You're about to learn the lesson that I'm not a man to be fucked with on my worst day let alone when I walk in that ring on Sunday. I'm like no one you've ever faced before.
He gritted his teeth as he could feel the anger starting to flow back through his body.
J2H: You've never faced anyone like me before. You might have had a match here and there against people who couldn't lace my boots, against people who have never been good enough to step up to me, but I am something completely different Guy. If you take everyone you've every faced and add their ability together, you still wouldn't come close to me, you still wouldn't scratch the surface of the shit I can do. There's no one in SCW who can do that when I'm on my game and believe me, I am more then on my game, I'm more then focused to fucking destroy you and everyone else I come up against. This is gonna be me knowing I am back to my best, I am back to the top of my game and I'm gonna show that. There's not a person on the fucking roster who can keep up with me when I'm this determined, and you trying to?
He held back a laugh.
J2H: Well, you're about to get embarrassed, you're about to get made to look fucking stupid Guy,, more so then you already do. I don't need to put on the clown make up, I don't need to have one word to try and get me over. I don't have to do the comedy shit to make people know who the fuck I am and after Sunday, you're gonna know who the fuck I am. These people saw me fall short at Blaze of Glory and they might just see me as fading away, but I'm gonna teach you who the fuck J2H is, and remind them, who the fuck I am to the point no one will ever forget it.
He cracked his knuckles.
J2H: I don't give a shit about the opinions of sheep, but I am gonna remind them who the big bad wolf is and that is the man you're looking at. The man on a mission to get back what he gave up just because he could. This guy right here....
He pointed to himself.
J2H: He's willing to sacrifice everything to get back to the top and I will sacrifice everything to get back to the top. I will do whatever it takes Guy, and that puts you in danger, a whole fucking lot of danger. This puts you in a place you won't like so I will give you a chance to step away, to get yourself out of harms way and not look back. You have till Sunday to drag your ass out of this match and back in to that stripped shirt. That stripped shirt will protect you, it will make you safer then stepping in the ring with me, it will make you feel like you won't get hurt because if you don't drop out by Sunday, don't expect to be working with anything for a while.
His eyes stared down the camera.
J2H: If you are too stupid to step away and give it up, and come on, you're not the brightest bulb in the house, it will be one of the biggest mistakes you'll ever make, it will be the one thing that you look back on in years to come, while you're sitting in your wheelchair and the nurse brings you your pills, and you'll know this was the match that changed your career for the worse. This was the match that destroyed any career you've ever had because when I'm done with you, your heart will no longer be in it. You'll know that I am the standard you need to be at if you want to be even close to being good in this business, and you're just not it. You will never be a man who can be on my level, have my ability or even come close to having my ability. This is the end for you guy, this is the end and there's no coming back from it.
J2H took a moment to look around.
J2H: It's gonna be a massacre in a beautiful place like this, the biggest massacre this place has ever seen and we know what kind of animals that came from this place, what this tour is all about. You called yourself a king at one point but many kings have fallen in Viking areas, many kings died by the sword, so that's something you'll have in common with them. Many people have called themselves kings in SCW, and they too have fallen on their sword. You'll be the next one, because while you may call yourself a king, you're not the biggest entity in that right, because you're not fighting someone akin to a king, you're fighting a God. Kings are mortal, God are above that. Guy, kings lives end, but Gods, they're written in history, they're always there, they're always worshipped, not every king has that and you won't have it either. You'll be one of the forgotten ones, the one who added nothing to the history of anything. You'll be one forgotten in time and never mentioned again.
J2H looks deep in to the camera.
J2H: To me, you're more of a court jester then a king, but if you want to be delusional and think you are, well King Guy, it's time to say off with your head, because Kings reigns end at some point, but Gods... We go on forever, and that's real talk bitch!
And with that, the camera faded to black.
