Even champions can have a rough week. Everyone expects a champions life to be happiness and highs but that makes the lows seem to hurt even more. It's been one of those weeks for J2H and the story can be told on how low it's been judging by his looks. He sits alone, the room darkened in his Beverly Hills mansion, just the light from a source outside creeping through the window shows his hair unkempt and messy, a week old beard covering his face in to set shape as he sits in a chair wearing sweat pants and a white shirt, a far cry from his usual stylish self. A whiskey bottle is gripped between his fingers.
J2H: I fucking hate life.
His words leave his lips, aiming at no one in the empty room, but a carbon copy of himself stands before him, a second J2H. This J2H is wearing a grey suit, black shirt, his hair perfectly in place without a beard. He stands and looks disappointed at the scruffy looking J2H. For the purposes of not confusing you, we shall call him James. James is the well groomed side, J2H is the real messy J2H.... got it.
James: Boy, aren't you a basket full of puppy dogs?
J2H looks up at himself, before looking at the whiskey bottle in his hand.
J2H: I've clearly drunk too much, I'm seeing things.
James: Yes, you are seeing things, but I'm here to help you out. You don't get it but it's for the best. I'm the good side of you. The caring, thoughtful side of you that doesn't make rash choices and actually thinks before acting.
A scoff comes from J2H
J2H: I don't have a side like that.
James: I feel ya pain buddy, I didn't think you did either, but here I am.
A smile comes from James as he ruffles J2H's hair. J2H pushes away his arm.
J2H: Ok, say I believe I have that side of me and shit. In this state where clearly I'm drunk and you're not actually here because it's impossible, why would my apparent good side be standing in front of me?
James: Have you seen yourself lately? Look at you, you're a mess, you're a disgrace, you make me disappointed that I have to be here and try and shock some life in to you, all over what's going on with Melody.
A soft growl comes from J2H as he looks at James through narrowed eyes.
J2H: It's not because of her!
James smiles and rolls his eyes.
James: Hellllllo, you do realize I'm you. I know what this is all about. You've nose dived because of all this shit with Melody. All because you lost your mind over an old picture.
J2H: It wasn't an old picture! I knew she was around Drake Green, because of this stupid movie. Come on, if you're my more thoughtful side, even you need to see something wrong. Melody hasn't professionally acted in her life, yet boom, cast in a movie with Drake. You know he's put in a sex scene just to get up close to her.
James shrugs his shoulder at his real counter part.
J2H: The guy has fucked half the bombshell roster.
James: So it's Drake you don't trust or is it her? Is it the entire world.
J2H: I don't trust anyone when it comes to her. Look at her Twitter thing, she's on there talking to everyone, but sitting there trying to show she gives a damn about me?
James: What do you want her to do? Shut down her Twitter just to show she cares?
J2H shrugs his shoulders.
J2H: Couldn't hurt but chances of that are zero. She loves the attention.
James: And that's why you don't trust her and look where it's got you. If you actually opened your eyes and saw yourself through her eyes, you will see things so differently.
J2H: If I saw things through her eyes, I'd probably be more concerned about getting likes on my Twitter posts than who I'm meant to give a fuck about. You're part of me, you know what's been going on.
James: About people getting in your ear telling you to end everything with Melody, friendship and all?
J2H clicks his fingers and points at James.
J2H: Yeah! And why were people doing it? Why have people been telling me for months to cut ties? So they can move in! They think I don't know what they're doing but I ain't that stupid bro. I know exactly what they're doing. This is all part of a conspiracy to get me away so they can move in. If you're me, you already know this.
James slow claps his counter part
James: And you play in to their hands by using weak excuses. Photoshop? Really bro? That was pretty weak.
J2H: What am I meant to think?
James: You're meant to stop ignoring things like her tweeting that she loves you.
J2H waves his hand at James
J2H: Come on! How am I meant to believe that shit when she disappeared on me? How the fuck do I know who she was fucking while laughing behind my back. She told me the story, she had no reason, NO REASON to go to Norway, she had no link to Derek Thorne but hey, let's run off to a stranger. Think about this, other me, think of the facts. I know she was with Drake Green, I know that movie is gonna have sex scenes, she's too busy tweeting people, she won't drop from the movie, she won't drop the social media shit, she won't stop bouncing around to meet random guys. She stays away from me but everyone else comes first. I'm not even in her top ten when it comes down to things. I'm listening to the love shit, but words are words until you prove it and she don't prove a fucking thing to me. One bold move and maybe shit changes.
James: So dropping the movie and social media is a way to prove things to you? That's where ya going?
J2H: Pointless to talk about because we both know that's not gonna happen. Makes ya think she cares but doesn't prove it.
James: Then stop being a bitch and wake up and walk away. Do what everyone wants you to do.
J2H: She proves fuck all! If she did...
James finishes his sentence
James: Then things might be different. Yeah, yeah, I get it. What if she does though? What if she makes a bold move?
J2H: I don't believe it will happen.
A roll of the eyes comes from James as he moves around J2H. J2H takes a gulp from the whiskey bottle.
James: I didn't ask if you believe it will happen. We both know how close you was to giving in and sorting things out with her before this shit with Drake Green came out. You was this close to give it in and a combination of Drake Green and Tommy Knocks changed that. You was that close!
James holds his thumb and forefinger and inch apart.
J2H: Maybe I was but it doesn't matter now.
James: Of course it matters. Look at you.
James points at the rough looking J2H, his hand moving up and down.
James: I'm you, I know if she did start trying to prove it, made that bold move, everything would matter for you again.
J2H: Can't you see she's fucking up my life with these stupid fucking games? How am I meant to take her fucking seriously when she spends her time with people she meets off Twitter and hanging with a guy who fucks his way through a roster?
James: You're beating that horse to death there buddy boy.
J2H: Because it's the way not only I see it, but the fucking world. People have been trying to get me away from her, and not just the bastard who wants to make his move on her. There's like one person who came to me to tell me she's making me look fucking stupid and if I told you who, you'd be shocked.
A smirk crosses James' face.
James: I know who, I'm you, remember? How many times do I have to keep telling you that?
J2H stands up, walking towards the window and looking out, his back to his cleaner self.
J2H: They told me how stupid she is making me look more and more by the day.
James: Yet you care enough to stop looking after yourself and become this train wreck because deep down, you care and want the world to fuck off and leave her alone, so you can be happy with her.
J2H: Bullshit!
James: Dude, again, I'm you! How are you not getting this.
J2H sighs, continuing to look out of the window.
James: No world, no one to sit there and hurt you by tempting her away, I get that but you're only fooling yourself if you think you don't care. Look at you, you're a mess, I'm the James you want to be, but this shit is dragging you down. That's why I'm here.
J2H: You're here to put more doubts in my head?
James: Here's to get them out of your head and make you go for what I know you want.
J2H waves his hand backwards as if to shoo his thoughtful self away.
J2H: Yeah, because you're me, I get it.
James smiles behinds J2H's back.
James: Finally!
J2H: You're me, you're looking for the big bold move too.
J2H spins around, moving closer to James, looking at him in the eye
James: And if it doesn't happen, you need to accept the fact that she is not gonna be on her own for long. How many times do you think she's been asked out already because of your rant on Climax Control last week? I bet her phone was lighting up all over the place, from everyone past, present and never was in SCW.
J2H waves his finger in James' face.
J2H: You're not helping.
James: Trying to snap you out of it. Fact is, if nothing happens there, she's gonna move on pretty quick and you need to accept that and look to your own future.
J2H: My own future?
James: Have you told anyone about that injury?
J2H turns his head and sighs
J2H: No.
James: Have you done anything to get it fixed?
J2H: I'm fine.
James shakes his head and turns away
James: Fine? You pop like ten pain pills a day to get through it and when you're not, you're drinking. Just one bad fall, just one and you know it's....
J2H holds his hand up to his thoughtful self.
J2H: Career over, I get it.
James: Career? How about walking over? Or doing everything under your own steam over, or worse.
J2H puts a finger up
J2H: Don't say it.
James: Well you're thinking it.
J2H: Look, I got bigger things to deal with at the moment, like my match on Climax Control.
James smiles at his real self.
James: You're actually looking forward to this because you're teaming with Crystal Millar, aren't you?
A wide smile crosses J2H's face.
J2H: Of course! Crystal is the best bombshell in SCW right now, maybe in the world. Me and her seem to be very much on the same level. We're both good and we both know it. If she wins the Bombshell title, SCW will be represented by the two best wrestlers the place has to offer by miles. If I could have picked anyone to team with, it would be her. It's rare you find someone with as much talent as me, and she has it.
James: That sounds like the old you people despise.
J2H: Whatever, but fuck yeah, I'm excited to have a partner I don't have to worry about. I don't have to talk about Sam Marlowe because Crystal's got this. The girl is on fire and will breeze through Sam, but to me, I got something to prove to Despayre.
James: Oh?
J2H starts to walk up and down the room.
J2H: Despayre! He's been a thorn in my side for so fucking long. Thinking that I'm constantly talking about the match to build it up and we are friends, but no, we're not friends and I have to build it up because he has done nothing at all to do it! He finally gets a World championship shot and he's too busy playing poker with idiots and thinking we're friends. It's fucking lazy. I bust my ass to build up everything like a true champion does and his sits around doing nothing, like the shot is not gonna happen. He's headlining a show in Japan, a supercard and he's sitting there like he just killing time till his next crazy, hairball scheme.
James: So because he hasn't worked as much as you over the last couple of months, he don't deserve to be the champion?
J2H wags his finger at his smarter self.
J2H: Exactly! Exactly that. Most people would be running around bragging to the world at what a great chance they have, what a golden opportunity they have but Despayre? He can't be bothered. If he actually got lucky and won the title, could you imagine what would happened? He'll probably forget the belt constantly or forget that he is world champion, but me, I work to promote everything about the title. Despayre won't and this proves it so when it comes down to it, this shows that he will not be a good champion now, he will never be a good champion, so come Sunday, when I get in the ring with him, I will give him a lesson in what it's like to be a real champion. I will give him a harsh lesson in what it's like to go all out to win.
James: He did earn his shot, it wasn't just handed to him by you.... Well, me really being as I'm the good side and you are.... Well, you.
J2H tilts his head, looking towards himself.
J2H: Big fucking deal, he was carried to victory by my very own tag team partner for Sunday. He didn't exactly do it on his own. He did it cause he had help, and wasted his time since by making out this match isn't gonna happen. It's gonna happen and so is Sunday, but Sunday will be my time to show him just what kind of a fight he's in for. It's my time to show him that this is not like one of his usual matches where he walks in and things he can act like a clown in the ring. Sunday is just a little taste for what Into The Void is gonna be like. It ain't gonna be pretty for him bro. It's gonna be more than a little shock for that annoying idiot, and no amount of pictures he posts on social media of us around each other is gonna change my mind.
James: If only you had this fighting spirit when it comes to other things in your life.
J2H: I do, but Sunday isn't about anything else, it's about showing Despayre what he has to deal with in a few weeks time. He's been slacking, I have not. For him to win the title will be a disaster for SCW. I won't let that happen and if I have to hit him harder than anyone has hit him in his life on Sunday, then fuck it, so be it. It's time he learned this is not a game, this is life and life is hard. It's time to bring him crashing down in to reality that Into The Void V is no normal match. It's for the biggest prize in the world and I'm gonna give him a little taste on what's to come. Maybe then he will take things seriously.
James: And Sam Marlowe?
J2H: She is gonna be too busy getting her ass kicked by Crystal to worry about me.
James: Well at least your focused on something other then the last week, which is partly why I came here. I'm gonna leave you with a little bit of wisdom, because clearly, you don't get it. If Melody makes a bold move, stop being such a dick, you, well we, shouldn't work but it just does work. Secondly, don't blame her because of shit Tommy Knocks has been spreading, and Drake Green's past record. Yes, he's a thoughtless dick at times who doesn't care who he hurts, Lyah Lindberg, Desiree Drake and we know it's gonna happen with Mikah too, leopard don't change his spots, right? But if Melody cares, she'll show it and Drake won't stand a chance, the rest of them that you know about, that we know about, fuck them, they have no chance anyway, even the overly tattooed ass that you know is trying to make a move on the quiet, thirdly, get that injury looked at properly. You don't want everything to just end in the ring. You know ya hurt, so do something about it instead of waiting for what will happen if you don't. Pills and booze to mask shit, doesn't work.
J2H turns around for a second, his eyes diverted from himself
J2H: Thanks for that Dr Phil.
J2H turns back in the direction of where his other self was standing, only to see an empty place. J2H runs his hand on his chin, his hands running across the hairs on his face and blinking his eyes rapidly.
J2H: Did that just happened, or is the whiskey and pills getting much stronger?
J2H breathes deeply, letting out a sigh as the camera fades to black.
