* We open inside of a confined space with a black curtain being used as a basic backdrop. A cloud of smoke enters the frame as we see Michael James walk into the shot gripping a Cuban cigar between his teeth. He takes a drag from his cigar as he turns around and faces the camera *
Michael James: Much like everyone else, Parker, you were wrong. You were wrong with your half assed assumptions and you were wrong when you expected Heckler and Kosh to trample over me like some kind of ####ing stampede. No matter what smoke you want to blow out of your ass, the fact remains that I proved to be a man of my word on Havoc. I proved to do EXACTLY what I said I was going to do and there isn’t a ####ing thing you can say or do to change that. Just like there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to prevent that clueless supervisor’s sudden field trip to the emergency room.
* James begins to laugh out loud with an overly demented smile on his face. He regains his composure and turns back to the camera *
Michael James: You need to understand something, Parker. You know nothing about me, where I’m from or the things that I’ve managed to do in my career. I don’t need some pathetic victory over you to list as some kind of serious achievement. If that was the case I would be listing victories over people like Heckler and Kosh in my list of accomplishments but you don’t see them there, do you? You know why? It’s very simple to understand. Much like you they don’t mean shit to me. They haven’t done anything worth mentioning so they hold no overall value to themselves or their place of employment. And you know what? You’re no different from them, Butch. You walk around with your head stuck up your ass thinking your name recognition is going to help you breeze through matches. If you really want my honest opinion, Parker, you should follow the actions of so many others and quit while I’m ahead. It’s obviously the only reasonable choice you have so why wouldn’t you take the easy way out? Isn’t that your basic routine?
* James reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a silver flask. He takes a swig of Sake from the flask *
Michael James: The truth is there is nothing complicated about you, Parker. You talk about your position in the company like you’re untouchable but as we all saw on Havoc, you were wrong about that as well. And after you suffer this loss to Senester at Blood, Sweat and Tears things aren’t going to be much easier for you. I’m still going to be the future of the HWA while you retain your reputation of being a just another mid card piece of shit with a permanent latch on Stu Price’s testicles. I know you would like to convince everyone that you are just as big as your pathetic words make you out to be but at the end of the day you’re going to have to realize you aren’t talking to Ray Charles, here. None of us are blind and we can clearly see how much you suck. Not just a professional wrestler but as a person in general. Your personality is just as pathetic as your abilities in the ring so why continue the charade? Why keep lying about who you are? It really makes no difference to me but it is something you might want to consider in the long run. Take my astonishing record as an example. I tell people that I’m a man of my word and prove it to be true EVERY SINGLE TIME. That’s what you have to do if you want people to take you seriously, Butch. You say something and then you go do it knowing there’s nothing to stop you. Your main problem is you lack actual talent so my suggestion is to lower your standards. You need to embrace your obvious lack of ability and intelligence. You need to find a way to establish Butch Parker as the best wrestler amongst the worst type of competition the company has to offer. But knowing you Butch, you’ll find a way to #### it up and become nothing more than another back drop in the company’s rear view mirror.
* James places the flask back inside of his jacket and takes another drag from his cigar *
Michael James: If you really want to know where all of this started it’s not that hard to understand, Parker. Guys like you make me ####ing sick. Douche bags like you who have no respect for the business and expect every opportunity to come their way without any kind of actual recognition. You’re the reason why men like Bryan Deas are allowed to become world champions. You’re the reason why men like Buff Bridges are valued as main event material when anyone in their right mind will tell you they’re nothing but inadequate shit. I mean, why did you even bother stepping up to me you know that you're just going to be swatted back down? It makes no sense to me. Maybe you like the abuse or maybe you are just plain stupid. The thing is, for once I want a suitable opponent because I’m sick of waiting for someone to finally rise up to the challenge. And trust me, Butch. You are not that opponent. I know you think you are but sadly that isn’t the case. With any given encounter between two people or more it will always come down to a question of natural born talent. It doesn’t matter if the underdog has a ####ing army of a million strong backing them up. If they don’t have any talent they aren’t going to win. That’s just how it is. I know it sounds harsh for you Parker since you don’t have any talent but that’s not my problem. You know you could never match wits with me so you have to lie to yourself about having the ability to do things you will never accomplish. But what you fail to realize is that I see through your bullshit. I see you as the person you really are and it makes me want to ####ing puke.
* James looks away from the camera with an irritated smirk on his face. He removes his sunglasses before turning back towards the lens *
Michael James: It pisses me off knowing the HWA will allow assholes like you to talk down to people like me that have earned their place in the business. I deserve better than that. I deserve better competition than you, Parker. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again so you truly understand me, Butch. If I say I’m going to do something it ####ing happens. When I said I was going to beat the hell out of Heckler and Kosh that’s exactly what I did. I have proven to be a man of my word since I arrived in the company and that’s not going to change anytime soon. How about you? What have you proven? That you can lose at high profile events and look like a complete douche nozzle in front of everyone? If that’s the case then I would say mission accomplished. Way to go out there and prove to be the pathetic loser we always knew you could be.
* James begins a sarcastic clap as he continues to verbally assault Butch Parker *
Michael James: The truth is Parker, I’m simply better than you and that’s all there is to it. I didn’t attack you to jump on some bandwagon. I attacked you because I don’t like you and probably never will. Your enthusiasm for personal failure makes me sick and your miscalculation of my character has put you in a place where you don’t want to be. On Havoc you showed the entire company what kind of man you are. You’re the type of man who likes to stand by with his thumb stuck up his ass while his supporters fall victim to a baneful plague. You’re the type of man who likes to make love to his own reflection instead of showing loyalty and respect to the people who keep you employed. All bullshit aside, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You know just as well as I do that you’re no hero, Butch. If you were you would have been there to save that disabled brat’s mentor from the beating he suffered on Havoc. If you were the hero you claim to be you would have discovered the tainted merchandise with enough time to stop the infection from spreading. But you couldn’t do that, could you? You know why? It’s because you don’t have super human abilities or actual intelligence. And I’m not going to lie, Butch. Watching you over the past few weeks has been downright painful. It’s like being witness to a car crash and that’s exactly how I see you at this point in time. I know I should look away and let you suffer your own humiliation on your own terms. But that’s not very fun for me, is it? Like I said before I don’t respect you so I’m not going to be doing you any favors. I’m in the HWA to support one person and one person only. Me. And if breaking your neck becomes an essential part of that support, then so be it.
* James grips the cigar between his teeth and makes his exit from the frame *
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