27th April 2025
Stockholm, Sweden
The match had been won and a happy J2H wandered through the curtain with Austin Parker and a huge arrogant smile on his face, proud of the match he had just put on out there for the fans in Sweden.
J2H: Told ya I was gonna smash that clown to pieces and send his ass back to the circus where he belongs.
Austin looked at J2H, adjusting his cowboy hat and starting at the much younger man.
Austin: Y'all might wanna look that back. For a fella that doesn't wrestle that often, he was better then ah thought he would be.
J2H stopped walking and looked towards Austin, his head tilted as he let the words slowly sink in to his brain. He put up his hands in front of him, his palms towards Austin.
J2H: Ok, maybe, just maybe he was better then I expected, maybe he lifted up his game because everyone needs to lift their game against me, but I handled him well. I don't underestimate people but he was there to be underestimated. He was a referee, he is a referee, he's not on my level at all. He's seriously what he makes himself to be, a clown.
Austin was used to the confidence slash arrogance of J2H, so let the comments ride off his back.
Austin: Just don't get complacent. Keep yer head in the game because you have no idea who is going to be next.
J2H waved his hand, dismissing the notion of who might be next as a threat.
J2H: It doesn't matter who's next. I don't fear anyone in this competition, I never have, I never will.
Austin: Ya signed up without looking at who was in it.
J2H smirked at Austin, winking at him while the smirk sat on his face.
J2H: Because I'm that confident. There's no one who can beat me in this thing. I just hope I get a good opponent in the final so I don't have to carry some idiot through. I had a clown this week who doesn't wrestle, probably get some idiot next time who can't wrestle.
Austin: Just don't take anyone lightly.
J2H rolled his eyes, unimpressed with what Austin had to say but before he could talk further, the cameraman interrupted them.
Cameraman: I'm sorry to interrupt, I've been asked if I can get your immediate reaction to the match you just had.
J2H's head snapped around to face the cameraman, looking beyond the camera and in to the man's eyes.
J2H: Who fucking asked you that? I don't really give a shit about who's around me, but I don't think anyone came over to you. Are you going rouge to get a promotion or something? Wanna steal Scott Oliver's job? Although that might not be a bad thing because he loses his stoner shit when talking to the Barnhart's. It's like he's just come out of rehab.
Cameraman: I uh, I got a message in my ear from Mr Ward asking me to film. He thought it might be good to help with selling the tournament.
J2H fired Austin a sideward glance, before looking back down the camera.
J2H: Yeah, always sell, sell, sell, get the brownie points by making shit about wrestling therefore making his bank account look good, but ok, you want me to talk about what I just did out there? You want me to sell the fact that I'm a fucking wrestler and that I can actually wrestle better then everyone else on this planet?
Cameraman: I um...
J2H put his finger to his lip, holding it up to instantly stop the cameraman from talking.
J2H: How do I feel? I'm J2H! I've seriously just gone out there and put on one hell of a match with a guy who barely wrestles. That was one of the best matches on Climax Control this year. I went out there and made him look good. I'm on top of the fucking world, I've taken the first step in to winning this whole damn thing. You want me sitting here selling the tournament, the whole thing was already sold the second my name went on the paper to be part of this. Everyone knew at that point, that I was gonna walk out there every week and make fucking magic and I did that tonight. I made fucking magic against a guy who looks like he belongs in a magic act. I feel like I got this tournament in the bag. I feel like there's not one person out there who can stop me.
Confidence went through him like a freight train, the adrenaline building up.
J2H: I said to everyone this match was gonna be a warning to every person in this tournament. I said I was gonna show you all just what I am capable of and what did I do out there? I went out there and showed everyone what I was gonna do to anyone I face. Shots fired and I'm not running out of ammo for a long time. I got more ammo then everyone in this tournament has brain cells put together. It doesn't matter who is next, I will beat them, because I'm J2H. Now fuck off, time to go home.
J2H attempted to walk away, but Christian Underwood's voice stopped him.
Christian: Actually, I'd reconsider going home. I mean flying all the way back for a few days, then having to go to the next spot, which is much closer, will probably be better for you.
J2H looked curiously at Christian Underwood, an eyebrow raised in his direction.
J2H: Spoken like a man without a family to see. What are you talking about? I just wrestled, I just won, now I get to go home for a couple of weeks.
Christian face changed, almost sympathies, but with hints of joy.
Christian: Well, this is awkward because you won't be at home for a couple of weeks. See there was some changes and you're up again next week so I wouldn't be going home just yet.
The anger instantly hit J2H hard as his blood started to proverbially boil as he looked at Christian through narrowed eyes and spoke through gritted teeth.
J2H: What the actual fuck!? I don't need to wrestle every week, I'm J2H! I'm the special attraction that you need! I don't need to do this, my contract says so!
Christian: The thing is, when you signed up for Blast From The Past, it said everyone can be booked at any time, till the tournament ends. You are up again next week.
J2H turned his head and looked at Austin in disbelief but Austin shrugged his shoulders.
Austin: This is what happens when ya sign shit you don't read.
J2H glared at Austin before turning back to look at Christian.
J2H: Fine, but who the fuck am I facing?
Christian smiled.
Christian: Travis Levitt... Now you have a nice day!
With that, Christian walked away, leaving J2H to just stare at Austin.
J2H: No fucking problem.
Both men wandered away as the camera faded to black.
30th April 2025,
Copenhagen, Denmark.
He was never the most sociable person in the world, keeping his circle close in his personal and professional life, only Austin Parker, Kevin Carter and until recently, Alexander Raven breaking that mold and being close to J2H in a professional environment. He had always made it very clear that he didn't like the people he worked with, other then the job at hand, wrestling, he had zero in common with any of them. Even attempted forced friendships thrust upon him in the past never hit home, with the likes of the innocent Despayre trying to be his friend, and Devona trying to open him up and make him more fan friendly. He'd found his path early, he knew he didn't need the fans on his side to be known, and it worked, why change something that never needed changing? It's no surprise that he wasn't like the rest of the SCW, running to play tourist and looking at famous sights with every country he stepped in, so it would be no surprise that he was laying in a hotel room looking at the ceiling.
His mood was bored as it often was away from home and Kevin wasn't around to keep him entertained. For a man who can take the attention on television, walking around a foreign land with eyes on him wasn't for him. The thought to sleep had run through his head countless times and it felt like it could well be the winning thought until his phone on the nightstand lit up. He reached over for it to see Melody's smiling face, attempting to Facetime with her husband. He wasted very little time in clicking the answer button and seeing Melody's face appear on the screen.
J2H: Hey!
Half a smile appeared on his face as his eyes adjusted to the bright screen in front of him, the feeling of happiness seeing his wife ran through him but there was a slightly different look on her face, her voice faster then usual.
Melody: Are you alright? I got this really weird feeling that something was wrong, so I tried calling and it couldn't connect so I called Simpson and...
He had to stop her, he knew she could talk fast till she ran out of breath.
J2H: You might wanna breathe or something there. Slow down and just talk.
She listened to her husband and took a deep breath before she asked just a simple question.
Melody: Are you ok?
He was more then a little surprised by her asking that, but also knew they had a connection that neither one of them could explain to anyone, they just knew when something was up or wrong.
J2H: Yeah, I'm just bored out of my head in this place. I know this is all about glamour so people think but when ya in a hotel room in a city that makes me think shit it's expensive, takes away to side of the job everyone thinks we have.
A look of relief instantly covered her face as she looked at him.
J2H: Is everything ok there?
She nodded at a normal pace, her anxiety left her after checking on her husband.
Melody: Yeah, little guy is in school, he misses you, he thought you was gonna be home on Monday.
Internally, J2H sighed, as much as he knew how good he was wrestling, he always preferred to do it in America. SCW was booked close to home for him, he could always get home pretty soon, but half way across the world, he hated it.
J2H: I thought I was gonna be home on Monday, they never do this shit and put me twice in a row, they never do it. This tour has been bullshit from the start. Bad countries with nothing to really do, gawking fans everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. They're polite, but they're everywhere, all over the place. I've avoided everywhere public since I've been here.
She could hear just by his tone that he wasn't happy being there, but she knew he had to do it.
Melody: They won't book you next week, right?
He smiled inside hearing that, knowing it was very unlikely.
J2H: They shouldn't be but you never know. It's not likely, they don't need me there to work on a promo to sell the match or work on anything. Wouldn't be shocked if they want me to do something just to piss me off, but wrestle won't be one of them. Then off to Paris.
It was strange as most people disliked France and the bustling side of Paris, but J2H didn't mind it at all.
Melody: I can't wait to see Paris again. We'll be flying over as soon as we can for that one.
J2H: Yeah, I just need to get past this match. I know without me getting to that final, there's no need for me to be there for some bullshit match. I can smell the booking now, Blast from The Past losers teaming up to take on other Blast From The Past losers in a mixed tag match. Some kind of bullshit there I don't want any part of. Probably make it a contenders match, means me getting my hands on Finn for the first time will be in a throwaway nothing match.
Melody couldn't help but smile at J2H's fantasy booking, even if she knew it was unlikely, she knew her Husband had been around SCW long enough to notice booking patterns.
Melody: I don't think they'll do that.
She was assured with her words, adding a slight nod to the end.
J2H: I better make sure I don't lose then. It's a bit of a banana peel, even though I'll rip him a new asshole on like Friday or something, but I hate taking on people like him.
Melody wasn't sure on what to make on J2H's comment.
Melody: What do you mean James?
He chose his words wisely, taking a few seconds to think.
J2H: He took on Justin Smith, not exactly gold standard there. I think he just about did enough to get past him. I don't like people like that, just doing the minimum to get through but me, I'm the guy with the target on my back from the second I signed up, so people who don't take shit one hundred percent serious, I don't like. Watching his match there, he's hard to read. Everyone knew he was gonna get past Justin Smith, seriously everyone. Maybe he knew, but with me. I don't know. I'm not doubting myself, it's just people like him are tricky.
He still had every confidence in himself, but he knew how things could go sometimes.
Melody: You have nothing to worry about at all.
Her words were reassuring and he knew she was right.
J2H: Yeah, I guess being in some hotel looking at the ceiling gives me way too much time to think about every little thing.
Melody knew what he was like on tour and often stayed away from everyone until he had to do something, like check out the arena, or cut a promo.
Melody: I know it's not usually your thing, but why don't you go out for a while? Put on a hood and just walk around the place, I'm sure no one will recognize you if you pull the hood up.
J2H: Are you kidding? This is place is swarming with people. They're everywhere. They're not a threat but seems like SCW has brought out everyone already. It's not even the weekend and people are coming to the city. It's like they're going for the whole tour experience. We've done a lot of tours and I'm praying there's never a world tour again, because these tours are getting worse.
Melody: We'll that'll teach ya to sign up to something without seeing where the shows are going to be held.
He knew she was mocking him and he couldn't help but smile at her.
J2H: Hearing that don't sign shit a lot lately. Surprised with all the stupid shit I sign lately, Despayre hasn't popped up out of nowhere to get me to sign something to adopt a mongoose or something.
Melody instinctively laughed, covering her mouth after her initial outburst. After a few seconds, she composed herself to speak.
Melody: A mongoose? Where did that come from?
He honestly didn't know, it was just the first thing that came to his mind.
J2H: No idea but I wouldn't put it past him. He's been way too quiet lately.
The joke broke the mood, making it in to a much lighter tone and the two spoke for hours more, nothing that was overly important to wrestling, and nothing that would keep the average human being entertained, so this is where the scene fades out.
2nd April 2025,
Rosenborg Palace,
Copenhagen, Denmark.
He sat on the banks of the water surrounding the castle, his back to it all, the camera showing a wide shot of J2H as he looked around at the empty area, closed just for him to sit and talk, as was the respect between the people of Denmark and Sin City Wrestling. The city had been very accommodating to everyone involved in Sin City Wrestling and appreciative of the new trade a wrestling company had pulled in to their city. J2H looked over his shoulder for a second before looking back down the camera.
J2H: A home fit for a king, maybe but when you're a God, you deserve better.
He smirked as he looked down the camera, always proclaiming himself to be a God.
J2H: Well Copenhagen, you're fucking welcome because once again, I've rolled in to town and business just booms once more. The crowds flock from all over Denmark just to see this guy wrestle again. Consider yourself the luckiest people alive because I didn't want to be here, I don't give a shit about this place or anyone in it, but you're welcome anyway.
Arrogance was always his strong suit, but he knew those feelings had some truth to them.
J2H: I was set to go home, be with my family, not give a damn about being here or being around you so called wrestling fans, yet here I am because I was forced to be here. Believe me, if I wasn't being made to smack another nobody in the face, then I would be back in Beverly Hills, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone, but I am here and I'm here to book a ticket, I'm here to book a ticket to a city that is so much better then this place. I'm booking my ticket to Paris, not for that shitty Disneyland offspring, but to once again become Blast From The Past winner. Unfortunately, I had to come to this overpriced garbage land first. That just means by Sunday, I'm not gonna be in the mood to fuck about, I'm coming to destroy someone and get out of here. We all know who that poor bastard is, right?
J2H waited for a few seconds, waiting for people to have time to form an answer.
J2H: Unless you've been living under a rock, you all know it's Travis Levitt. You guys remember him? Did he actually do anything here at all?
A tap of his chin with his forefinger, along with a frown indicated that he was thinking about the answer.
J2H: Well, no. Didn't do a whole lot, but Travis, you have made the same mistakes so many people have made over the years when it comes to this tournament. You've fell right in to the trap that every returning guy or girl has made when it comes to Blast From The Past. You look at it with tunnel vision, you look at it looking at the end of the road and not seeing everything else that's around you. You've stepped in thinking this is going to be your chance to relive those glory days, because you're back in the big time. You're back in the biggest place you've ever stepped foot in and you're sitting there thinking fuck, I can be someone again, I can actually get back the thing that I lost, prove to myself that I can still hang with the best in the wrestling world. That's what you was thinking when you put your name on that contract, right?
He put out a hand flat, inviting an answer from no one.
J2H: That's where you've gone wrong, because everyone thinks that. Everyone thinks about the glory, without the work, everyone thinks of the dream ending but not the shit you need to get through to get there. I am the guy no one wants to face cause they know all about me, they know what I can do, they know who I am and when I'm determined as fuck, no one stops me. Deep down, you remember me, and you know this to be the truth, but you're still making that mistake Travis, you're still thinking about the glory at the end of the road. There's a problem there, I see the problem, everyone watching this sees the problem, those brain dead fucks that can just hear me cause they have porn open in another tab can see the problem. While you're looking at the end of the road, not taking any notice of what's around you, I've built a brick wall that you can't get through. I'm everyone's road block. I killed the dreams of a moron with a cape last week.
He smiled as he thought back to his previous victory.
J2H: I stopped him from getting something that he'd always wanted. He was looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and didn't see the things that was right there in front of him. You're the same Travis, you can't see the wood for the trees. If you're unfamiliar with that saying, looking it up, because this is what you're doing. I bet you didn't do any research, I bet you didn't look in to anyone in this thing, neither did I, but I know nothing stops me. Probably wondering why I'm mentioning that when I can fall on that sword too, right?
He bunched up his fist and mockingly hit himself in the chest in a stabbing motion.
J2H: Well, that's simple. You've looked around and you saw Justin Smith as your first round opponent and you pushed yourself to learn a little about him, but the truth is, he sucks. He doesn't beat anyone, he never has beaten anyone. The guy is nothing. I'm sure you got a big ass confidence boost beating on someone who just make up the numbers. Absolutely well done...
He sarcastically slow clapped, mocking the victory.
J2H: That confidence getting a win must have made you really happy, got you really excited, but go back further, watch the shit that he does and you soon work out that even if you was blindfolded and had one arm tied behind your back, you could have still beat that cackling shit for brains idiot. You could have your legs shackled and still beat him. Believe me when I say he's never gonna have a match in his life where people will call it epic, not one, but me on the other hand...
A prideful smile crossed his face, and he had every right to be proud.
J2H: While you've been gone, I've been in some of the biggest matches of all time. The last two years alone, I was a two time World Champion, I gave the belt up just to let someone else have a go Travis, and they pretty much killed the place because even with the belt, they couldn't outshine me or what I was doing, they couldn't step up and grab that limelight away from me. I put my body through hell, in matches that tore of my flesh from my bones, I went home hurting for weeks, no able to pick up my son. I did that, winning award after award, after award, putting my body on the line for this place for years. While you've been sitting on your sofa, changing up the look, piling on a couple of pounds, I was creating something special.
He smirked as he looked in to the camera.
J2H: They say long term story telling is dead, but I am proving that wrong.
He nodded to himself at what was quite possibly an inside joke.
J2H: While you sat on your ass for so long, I hit the highs, and I hit some lows. I should be number one contender now but some English son of a bitch stopped that, so I'm doing it by going through this. The dips will make the end game so much better Travis and my end game is winning this whole fucking thing. You returning, doesn't get me excited, you beating Justin Smith is on the level of watching paint dry. Do you think you're gonna come back and stop the biggest story of the year? I don't think so. You're not gonna fuck with the plan. As soon as the chamber was done, I knew I had one more shot at everything, I knew I had to take it and you coming back to wave your flag and try and live those glory days is not gonna stop that. Like I told you, you're no different from anyone else that comes back and tries to win this thing.
He shook his head slowly to get his point across.
J2H: Are you even expecting the fans to actually care about you? Did you think a couple of weeks ago you was gonna get a roaring reception with everyone chanting your name, holding up welcome back signs, throwing out a parade for you?
He looked horrified at the thought of that.
J2H: These people are stupid, they love nostalgia, they're probably pissing their pants over Joanne Canelli coming back this week, which is a bit random, but Travis, they don't care that you returned. They didn't against Justin Smith and they're not tuning in to this match because you're in it. They're tuning in because of me. They're not following your great return story, they're following my rise to the top again. They've seen the "drama" I bring, that roller coaster ride, that lightning in a bottle and they know it's what they want to see. You being in this match, well, they all know it's a goodbye for you because they know that once you lose, you'll be back to the sofa, or under whatever rock you crawled out from, knowing you don't have it anymore.
He pointed to his eyes.
J2H: These things right here, you have some too and yours are gonna be wide open after Sunday because you're gonna see so much from this one little match. You're gonna see you can't hang with people like me anymore. You're gonna see that Justin Smith is your level and I'm sure Christian or Mark will sign you to fight people like him every week, but you're gonna see you're just not up to this level anymore. I mean you never was when compared to me but this is gonna hit you like a truck. Still, you can take away a mostly expenses paid trip to a bunch of cold countries as a win. I mean you've probably never been to these places before so tick them off, but your time of touring around ends after Sunday.
He mocked Travis with a slow wave down the camera.
J2H: No one's gonna remember you after Sunday until they mention me winning Blast From The Past in a few weeks time. No one's gonna care when you walk out that door, because this is all about me, all about J2H. You're just there for the sake of being there, because you put your name on a contract and that's it. You're there because you had a little bit of hope that I will take away from you. I'm thinking that you're not gonna be as much of a challenge as that little clown that I beat last week. He surprised me a little, but I am not expecting anything from you Travis. Justin Smith is like beating up an overgrown baby, but me? I'm a whole different game. People talking about one hundred men beating a gorilla lately and all that stupid shit. Well, it's gonna take more then one hundred Travis Levitt's to beat one J2H. You don't have it in you, you never when you was in your prime and you sure as shit don't have it in you now.
He cracked his knuckles together.
J2H: Whatever delusion you have in your head right now, it's time to get rid of it, because now you've heard me, now you know I'm not coming here to fuck around, I'm coming here to get rid of you, make sure that you never get to darken the door of SCW again. Turn the lights off when you leave and lock the door Travis, we're not throwing you a farewell party, it's time for you to move on again because Sunday's about to show you that any doubts you had about yourself in your mind leading up to this, well they're all true. You don't belong here anymore, you outstayed your welcome after your first match back.Time for you to go and never look back again and that's real talk bitch!
With his last line delivered with complete confidence, a quick nod of his head indicated for the camera to fade to black. >
