His mind was clear as his feet pounded the pavements down the south bank of the river Thames, his feet hitting the solid ground in rhythm as he jogged his way through the streets of The City Of London, on a typically cold London morning.
It wasn't unusual for J2H to pull his hood over his head and blend in with the crowd to run every morning, no matter where in the world he was, and today was no different as he pounded the streets while thinking about the challenges that stood in front of him on Sunday at Violent Conduct X. He was always confident in his abilities and this was no different as the confidence with every stride he took grew and grew.
He stopped for a few seconds, looking across the river at the famous London Eye, essentially a giant Ferris Wheel located next to the river, allowing people to sit in a pod and look over the famous and historical city. He breathed deeply as he looked at the line of tourists lining up to ride the attraction as fine rain slowly started to fill the air and he looked to his right at his future running route.
He noticed people looking towards him, pointing at him and knew he had been recognised but he didn't care, his mind was focused on Sunday.
He started to run again, thoughts running though his mind as he took a fast pace, moving past people.
"Sunday is what it's all about. Everything has been leading to this. Months of my life. Months of my hard work, months of putting this fucking roster to shame and showing them what it's like to actually work, it's all come down to this.
For so long you've shown everyone that you're still the best in the world without that championship, you knew you didn't need it, you knew you could let the little people play with that championship because you knew you didn't need a belt to be up there because you showed them all what wrestling was all about and Sunday is gonna be your crowning fucking moment because you're gonna show them just how good you are, no matter what gets thrown at ya."
The speech in his own head brought his confidence levels through the roof as a smiled crept on to his face as he moved through the streets. Luckily he had timed it well enough that most people were already where they needed to be today and tourists were the main group around.
"Violent Conduct will live up to it's name, Violent Conduct will be something no one on this fucking earth will forget, because you will make them remember this shit for the rest of their lives. No one is gonna expect a fucking thing that I'm gonna do, no one is going to ever forget it."
It wasn't uncommon for J2H to think like this as he built himself up before a big match, even days before. He knew the key to success was his own confidence and he knew it couldn't be destroyed or matched.
"Everyone claims to be the best in the world, but they will never come close to me, they will never be anywhere near as good as I am. I am J2H, I am the main fucking attraction. Even in this miserable city full of tourist traps, I am still the main attraction and on Sunday, I will prove it."
His feet hit the solid ground harder as he moved in and out of the crowd, moving back towards the hotel room he had called home for longer then he wanted. He had finally got to his destination and slowed down to walk inside to be met with the familiar faces he had been waiting for, for the entire tour.
Melody and James Jr.
His family had made it to London, and he knew that everything was going to be perfect. He was focused on Sunday but before then, he could relax and have some family time
London Zoo, another of London's tourist traps with high prices and very little to offer, was strangely a place people from all over the world flocked to. Money wasn't an object to J2H and his family so bringing his son and wife to an overpriced place barely registered in his mind or bank account. He walked through the zoo arm in arm with his wife as he watched his son staring in amazement at the animals that surrounded him. They watched him stare in to a cage with giraffes roaming freely around, sitting on a bench nearby, their eyes focused on him.
J2H: This is a pretty shitty zoo.
The random words from her husband's mouth made Melody raise an eyebrow towards him, curiosity covering her face.
Melody: What makes you say that?
J2H looked around himself before returning his gaze to his son.
J2H: This is a zoo, but this place doesn't even have an elephant. What kind of place calls itself a zoo and doesn't have an elephant?
Melody smothered a smile with her left hand but the look on J2H's face was completely and utterly serious.
Melody: Erm... ok..
J2H: Not a damn zoo without an elephant. Come on.
Again, Melody covered her mouth as she frowned away from him for just a second before turning to look back at him.
Melody: So Sunday, it's a big day.
J2H turned his head to the left to look at her as she turned her attention to their son.
J2H: Same as most, show up, beat someone up, leave this miserable cold country.
Melody: But what happens after that?
He couldn't help but feel slightly surprised by her serious tone.
J2H: What do you mean?
Melody: Well you've been touring around the world for months and I know shows will be back in America after that, but physically, this match is going to take it out of you.
He tilted his head in a slight agreement with her.
J2H: This match might be a nothing match. Roulette rules means shit with some of the stupid crazy shit people sneak on to that thing. I could end up in one of those scientific matches or a no punch in the face match or something, but I've pretty much done everything in the past, so whatever it is, isn't gonna bother me, it's not gonna shake me and I have healing powers of a God, I can bounce back in no time.
Concerned, and her face showing that concern, Melody placed her hand on J2H's knee.
Melody: But what happens after that? Surely this is the end of the whole thing, the blow off match?
He rested his hand on hers, looking towards her.
J2H: I don't know. I know I won't be going for the World Championship, I made that clear months ago. I will admit, I'm never gonna get bored of beating Jayden up. It's one of those little pleasures in life that everyone should do just once.
Melody knew J2H was joking but was intent on finding out what he might be thinking.
Melody: Be serious.
J2H: Well, it is fun beating up Jayden, but what's been more fun is showing everyone backstage how to build things. Me, Kevin, Alexander, and even that fool Jayden have shown everyone what they should be doing to get noticed. We are the most talked about thing on the show, no one even cares what the champions are doing and I don't care that people got pissy that we are just behind the main event.
Melody's face scrunched as she heard the last line.
Melody: People got upset?
He nodded as a proud smile crossed his face.
J2H: Yeah. Top belts should be the last two matches and all that shit. Bullshit, complete bullshit, because neither of them could be bothered to sell anything. Even if they didn't know their opponents, not one champion did anything to get peoples attention but we did, fuck, we should be in the main event for this. We earned everything out there. That was us getting their attention. Every week we went and did something.
Melody nodded her head in agreement.
Melody: You did.
J2H: No one else can say that, but we did it. Anyone could have done it, anyone could have stood out in the crowd from this piss poor roster, anyone at all but no one did. The whole roster could have stood up and made an effort but none of them did. We pushed them to do something, to be better then what we was doing and no one stood up. Spineless bunch. The thing is, this has actually been a whole lot of fun.
A look of surprise instantly appeared on Melody's face.
Melody: Slow down there. Did you just admit that you're having fun? That wrestling is really fun for you?
He rolled his eyes as he looked away from Melody. He's never once admitted that wrestling was actually fun.
J2H: Well, it's not like I need to do it. When I came back a couple of years ago, wrestled more often then High Stakes, I didn't think it would get this far. I didn't think I'd grab that World championship a couple more times. I didn't think I'd do anything after Blast From The Past but I fucking rocked it and got eyes on it. Yeah, I got bored but this whole thing, the whole creating shit from the ground up, putting eyes on this place again, it became fun.
Melody puts her hand on her chest, over dramatizing her shocked response.
Melody: Never thought I'd see the day.
J2H: Neither did I.
Melody: Are you gonna take a break after this match at least?
It was a hard question to answer, he hadn't thought about it.
J2H: I don't know. I think when this shit is all done, we go home via somewhere else where we can sit on a beach for weeks and see what happens. I ain't looking at retiring or any of that shit. We'll see who the hell deserves to be in the ring with me next, or who's got the stones to step up and try and stop us. We can take this place over, we can take over and make people chase us if they can be bothered to put the effort in.
He sighed slightly.
J2H: It doesn't matter who it is. If not one is gonna step up, we'll sit back and take our time picking the next target. Until then, don't worry, let's just enjoy the day and deal with everything after Sunday.
That was his final word on it, and as planned, the rest of the day was indeed family time.
He stood outside Buckingham Palace on a cold, grey morning, tourists undeterred by the poor London weather and the potential of rain at any minute. J2H pulled his fur lined hood of his thick yellow jacket, over the top of his baseball cap, the peak of the cap shading his eyes. Tourists moved past him but he was focusing on the camera in front of him, his eyes looking only at that.
J2H: Yes, there's a theme to my shit. My promos are in front of palaces, not some shitty Salco old school hotel room, slam the laptop bullshit, called fitting in with the theme of things.
He gritted his pearly white teeth as the serious look continued to cross his face.
J2H: Man, I am so sick of this shit, so sick of every fucking thing I've had to see, every fucking thing I've had to listen to for months. It's the same old song and dance, the same old stuff to get noticed, the same everything over and over to try and fit in to a place you really don't belong and to hell with everyone who sees how much of a dick head you are, but in your head, you're super fucking cool and think you're popular, think you're respected. So focused on the bullshit you think you're doing right, you just can't see everyone laughing behind your back and thinking that they can not wait to see you crash and burn. You do all of this thinking you're gonna get somewhere in this situation, when everyone watch can not wait to see you fail. Everyone can see the shit you're trying to pull and they're laughing at you, they're smiling, they know you're in way over your head with what you're doing and there's a lot of people out there that are simply embarrassed by your behaviour.
He slowly shook his head, slowly enough that it was barely noticeable.
J2H: But you keep going on, you keep the fantasy in your own little head alive, while trying to punch above your weight. In your head, everything makes sense, right? Running around like a dog with two dicks but you think it's great. Tough man, hard man, guy who thinks he can get what's out of his reach because somewhere in that deluded little mind of yours, you're destined to get what you want. I'm gonna tell you the truth and that truth is you're not gonna get what you want, regardless of the fact that you'll piss on anyone to try and get it.
He stared hard down the camera.
J2H: You live in your own little world if you think that you will get what you want. You live up in your head where there's you and what you want, but I live in reality. I live right here in reality where I can see everything through clear eyes and so can everyone else. I can see that one day, you'll have to go crawling back like the little bitch that you are to the people who once respected you and admit that you failed. You tried to get in my head, you tried to gaslight me, tried to make me feel that I wasn't seeing things clear, but I see things much clearly then you think.
He pointed to his right eye with his right hand.
J2H: Through your eyes, you thought you was special, talk a lot of shit, throw your weight around, thinking that you gained some popularity and that you are untouchable, that you're someone's future, that your future won't be so boring and shitty, but I see it through crystal clear eyes. I've sat there and watched your every, single fucking move you've made lately, I've watched you try and get the right people on your side to get you closer to your goal and I know that your goal, it's fake, it's not going to happen no matter how many people you get close to. It won't happen no matter how many times you stick that dirty tongue of yours up the assholes of people you think will get you closer to what will get you there. The fact is week after week, you make yourself look stupider and stupider. Over and over again, you make yourself look like a weak ass bitch that's all talk and no substance.
He half smiled as his finger pointed to his lips.
J2H: Even right at this minute, you're sitting there sucking up to people, talking your bullshit to try and get you what you want. You want me gone for good, you want me out of the way because I will not stand for any of your shit. I'm your biggest threat and you know it, and you will do whatever you can to get me out of the way. Kiss up to the right people, drop comments about me. Here's the fucking thing dick, you're not getting rid of me and I will stop you from getting everything you want here. I will go darker then I ever have to stop you from getting anywhere near what you want.
He pressed his hands together.
J2H: I'm willing to do that Jayden.
He took a step closer to the camera.
J2H: I didn't even have to mention your name for people to make the connection that all that was the bare bones of what you've done for a long time, and I don't have to put your name in my mouth again, I don't need to have that rotten taste in there. You haven't changed from the moment I met you, you haven't grown, or evolved. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results and for fucking months, I've watched you do that over and over again and watched you not give a fuck on who you've stepped on. Do you think this makes you the slightest bit popular? Do you think it makes people care about you to step in to places where you really shouldn't be. You've been making a fool of yourself for so fucking long, you probably don't know how to stop till someone gets hurt. It's gonna be you that gets hurt, because you're about to lose everything you had and everything you could have had. You're about to lose who you were, you're about to lose who you are and you're about to lose everything you could have had.
He took a deep breath.
J2H: You could have had so much, everything you ever wanted, but you're a fuck up. You've always been a fuck up but right now, you're sitting there trying to fuck you're life up. You're like some old drunk going through a midlife crisis trying over and over to screw some cheap barmaid cause she flashes her tits and knows your name. You self sabotage every single thing in your life cause deep down you know you don't match up. Deep down, you know that little dick energy you give off means that no one will take you serious so you try over and over again to be noticed. You try over and over to be the loudest bitch in the room, when people sit there and wish you would just shut the fuck up and go home. Go home, watch shit movies and stop looking for everyone to give you the attention cause the only attention you're getting is people laughing behind your back. You have people embarrassed to be in your company. You're the kinda guy who walks in a room and people think not this prick again.
He shrugged his shoulders and continued with his serious tone.
J2H: This is what I see every time you end up anywhere near me. This what I think when I see you walking down that ramp, knowing what you're gonna do before you do it. You can see every little thing you're gonna do before you even do it. I know what you're gonna say, how you're gonna act, I know what's gonna be utter bullshit before it goes from your brain to your mouth. I know you're doomed to repeat the same shit you do all the time. This is what you've done for months, how'd that work out for you?
He paused for ample time for an answer that never needed to come back.
J2H: What changes at Violent Conduct? Nothing at all because once again, you've gone and got yourself in way over your fucking head with your own actions that you could have avoided just by taking a second and thinking. You've put yourself in a position to get hurt, in a position where you really can't win. This is your piss or get off the pot moment because you've put yourself in a position where you want everyone's respect, but all that shit talk you do, all that shit that you think earns respect, earns you nothing. People are bored of every little thing you do, people are bored of you acting like a fucking child. It's time for you to grow the fuck up, realise you're not a kid anymore and see that your actions will have consequences that will get you well and truly fucked up.
He cracked his clenched right fist against the palm of his left hand.
J2H: I know you won't learn but you've put yourself against more then just me and I know I can beat the shit out of you. You've gone and put yourself against three because your mouth is bigger then your brain. All because you think you're God's gift to pro wrestling and that people are gonna look up to you but after Sunday, they're just gonna see the man you really are. A never was, that's how they will see you because I will make them see you that way. Everything in your life, you've come up short, everything you've tried to do in your life, you've come up short. You've achieved absolutely nothing in your sad little life, and before you know it, you'll be middle aged and looking back on the times you shared a work place with me and see that you've done nothing with your life at all and over half of it has passed you by.
He can not stop himself from smiling.
J2H: You're gonna be sitting there in your pokey little place with zero fucking good memories to look back on, just nothing but regrets on how you wasted your potential. A mind full of what if's and nothing to show for it. Make all the bold moves you want, be brave while you're young, but you're a born failure, and nothing will change that, Sunday won't change that because you will not go through three of us, you will not go through one of us. You can put this one down to being a fucking moron because Sunday, we end you. Sunday, Violent Conduct lives up to its name and you better hope that I come out first to save you from more and more beatings.
His face changed back to a serious look.
J2H: This whole thing doesn't end well for you, and I will be laughing when your whole fucking world falls to shit. There will be no one there to pick you up, there will be no one there to put a hand on your shoulder and tell you it will be alright, it will never be alright. Remember this, this is all your fault, no one else's, yours. You have mastered your own downfall, you have brought all this on yourself, no one else left this at your doorstep and told you to pick it up, no one held a gun to your head and told you to put yourself where you are and do all that you have done. You did this to yourself, you made the choice to go for something out of your range, like getting rid of us, and now you will suffer the consequences. When this happens, don't be a cry baby bitch and blame it on anyone other then the one man in this world that is to blame for this shit shower.
He pointed down the camera.
J2H: You.
He tilted his head to look down the camera at an angle.
J2H: No one else out there is to blame, just yourself. You created this entire mess and you're gonna live in it when I'm done with you, because I'm being serious. I will ruin your life, I will ruin your career, I will make sure that you know daily what a fucking let down you are to every single person that has to hear you shouting to be heard. No one cares about you, you're a fucking joke, an unfunny joke and it's time to end this bullshit, it's time to end you for good. It's time for you to see that sense I'm gonna beat in to that tiny little head of yours, because your days of thinking that you're something special are coming to a fucking end.
J2H walked towards the camera, his face close to it.
J2H: And that's real talk bitch!
J2H walks past the camera, leaving one final shot of the palace in the background before the scene fades to black.
