AC James sits in front of a big, flat-screen LED TV, the sun shining outside his Gold-Coast, Australia home. James, lying back in the big, leather-bound couch, just board-shorts on, ice-tea in his hand, sips at the drink as he watches clips from HWA TV, the last of which being Eddie's latest promo, introducing his new 'pal', MJ. James smirks and shakes his head as the promo comes to a close.....
"Ever the reliant boy, Ed." James begins, "And by boy, I mean BOY. An immature, party-hard young man who's never learned how to grow-up, surrounded by so-called 'friends' who help keep him sheltered from life, REAL life, and the experiences it holds."
James shakes his head again and looks to the camera.
"Ed, you had so-much potential, but....." James pauses and winces, as if struggling for the right words, ".....you went and pi$$ed it all away and dropped yourself down to the level of one of those 'friends' of yours, good-'ol Talon Wilkinson. And now? Now all that talent's been squandered, and you're left being just another JOKE. Another Buff Bridges, and........hell, I'll go and say it......another BRYAN DEAS, for christ's sakes!"
"And now you've added ANOTHER joke to your little entourage of self-loving, blind-to-their-bull$hit, party-hard w@nkers, this......this MJ." James says, then bites his lip, once-again shaking his head, "Quite frankly, Ed, when I turn up to our match, it's not going to be so I can beat you, it's going to be so I can try and help you see how much of a joke you've become, how much potential you've wasted......nothing more, nothing less. You're feeble, you're weak-minded, and quite frankly, you're almost not worth my effort, so be GLAD I'm even going to turn up to that arena, son.....because I owe you nothing and should give you LESS. God knows, if you SOMEHOW got a victory over me, you'd probably just waste THAT momentum, too!"
James shakes his head and sneers in disgust, then waves the camera away..........shot fades-out.
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