Michael James: Excuse me for a minute. I’ll be right back.
* The All Star Champion moves out of frame. A few seconds later we hear the obvious sound of Michael James puking somewhere in the distance. He walks back into frame and adjusts his sunglasses. He carefully places the HWA All Star Championship over his shoulder before turning his attention towards the camera lens *
Michael James: Sorry about that. Usually, I’m the type of guy who can withstand the obvious lack of creativity in people. No matter how dry or pointless the material may be I always have to be open to other people’s opinions and ideas. And ninety percent of the time I honestly have no problem doing that. I was open to Price’s obvious allusions regarding his plans to use me as a stepping stone. Granted, things didn’t work out they way he expected but we all knew that was bound to happen. Just like everyone knew there was no way in hell Butch Parker would be walking out of Blood, Sweat and Tears with the World Heavyweight Championship. You want to know why people have so much doubt in Butch Parker? Because he’s a ####ing imbecile with no possible future in the HWA. What else do you expect from a guy who has single handedly thrown away every opportunity placed in front of him? I mean, what is really left for Parker to do here? That’s right. Nothing. And that’s exactly what he proved to be when he turned his back on the company.
* James turns away from the camera and faces the television. He reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out the remote. He begins to play back the promo cut by Butch and Wisdom one week prior to the pay-per-view *
Michael James: If he was the man he claimed to be, Butch Parker would be holding the HWA World Heavyweight Championship right now. If Parker was the man he claimed to be, he wouldn’t have the Vagisil poster child fighting his battles for him. But as we all know from experience Parker isn’t what you would consider to be a man of his word. He enjoys proving to be a fraud while boring us all to death with his pathetic material. At Blood, Sweat and Tears; Parker ####ed with the wrong bull and now he’s paying for it because there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to avoid it. Not only that, he threw away the last shot he had left at the World Championship in the process. So, I can imagine how you’re feeling right about now, Wisdom. You’re looking back at all the mistakes you caused Butch hoping you can use this embarrassment as a source of education instead of a motive for revenge. You said that the two of you were going to “humiliate” me the same way I did to Judas Mercury and Stu E Price. You promised everyone that Butch was going to be the next World Heavyweight Champion. But none of those things happened, did they?
* He pauses the footage and faces the camera *
Michael James: It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what went wrong. Fate made itself known in the face of fraudulence the way it always does. Butch Parker was never meant to become the World Champion and now it’s more than just a dirty secret. It’s an established fact thanks to you, Wisdom. If it wasn’t for your insipid drama and pathetic daddy issues Butch would be in a much better place than he is right now. The sad part is that he knows this better than anyone else. Yet he continues the charade like it’s an adaptation of his daily routine. It’s like he’s some kind of punk b###h who is too afraid to stand up for himself. He obviously had no problems running his mouth prior to his loss to Senester. Neither of you did. For weeks it was “chink eyes” this and “chopsticks” that. What happened? Did the both of you attend a racial equality seminar in your spare time or do both of you assholes have an identical loss for words?
* James laughs at his own humor for a moment *
Michael James: Whatever the case may be, none of it makes a difference to anyone now. I’m the one holding the All Star Championship. Not Butch. Not Wisdom. Me. And you know something? That’s how it’s going to stay. You can talk whatever shit you want but at the end of the day none of it will mean a ####ing thing without having the ability to back it up. And you can’t do that, Wisdom. As a matter of fact you can’t do much from anything productive from what I’ve seen. Sure, you spit an abomination out of your snatch. Whoop de ####ing doo, b###h. But it’s not like you did something that hasn’t been done a million times before by a million other women. So do us all a favor and get your fat ass off that high horse because you aren’t fooling anyone. You might be able to fool Butch into claiming a kid that he had nothing to do with, but unlike Butch, I’m not an idiot. I’m the HWA All Star Champion.
* The camera zooms in on the All Star Championship to show a new engraving below the faceplate where title holders are found. It reads “The Personification of Perfection” Michael James. When we zoom back out James reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a small silver tin. He opens the lid of the tin and removes what appears to be a hand rolled cigar. He places it between his lips and brings a Zippo lighter to the tip of the blunt. He lights it and exhales a cloud of smoke towards the camera *
I haven't cashed in my rematch clause and I also have an All Star title shot coming up as well!
Michael James: You have got to be kidding me, Deas. I hate to break it to you, douche bag, but this isn’t Burger King and you can’t have it your way. As far as I can tell you haven’t earned a ####ing thing. You see this championship, asshole? It’s in possession because unlike you I earned it the way real champions do. When I first arrived in the HWA, I made a promise to everyone that changes were coming. I told people that it was a new era for a new brand of competition that would be lead by yours truly. Only a few weeks later some of those intended changes began to unfold. Some people referred to it as a catastrophic collapse of the company. Personally, I didn’t see it like that. I saw it as my personal destiny to lead this place into the future. Not a bunch of clueless hacks like Bryan Deas or Butch Parker that continue to symbolize what the HWA USED to be. Out with the old and in with the new. If we refuse to allow these changes to take place there would be undeserving assholes representing the company. I can’t allow that to happen. Just like I can’t allow Bryan Deas to continue preaching the delusions of grandeur he has regarding his supposed shot at my All Star Championship.
* He takes a deep hit from the blunt and inhales the smoke into his lungs *
Michael James: You can’t just come back from the dead making demands at your own convenience. We haven’t heard shit from you in almost two months and now that I’m at the top of the food chain you want a shot at the title? Sorry. It doesn’t work that way, asshole. First of all, I’m above you. While you’ve been sitting on your ass collecting dust I’ve been creating a new HWA that people can ####ing respect. You were the world champion for what? A week? Who ####ing cares? For all you know it could have been nothing more than another one of Senester’s mind games. If you want a shot at my championship you’re going to have to earn your opportunity the old fashioned way. You start at the bottom rung of the ladder and you work your way back up. That’s what I had to do so why should you be any different? Because you’ve been here longer than I have? Again, who gives a shit? You didn’t impress me when I saw your pathetic run in the XWU and you don’t impress me now, Deas.
* He exhales the smoke through his nostrils *
Michael James: The truth is you’re a fake. You aren’t ballistic. You’re a ####ing chump. That’s exactly why you were keep out of the loop at Blood, Sweat and Tears. When your name holds no actual value to the company you get nothing in return. If you aren’t going to put forth any effort why the #### should anyone else? Why waste the time booking you if you aren’t to bother promoting the match? But that’s all you really are now, Bryan. You’re a waste of everyone’s time. I mean, think about it. What kind of champion would you prove to be? Hold on, let me ask someone who knows from personal experience.
* James pretends to use his hand as a telephone receiver. An audio effect simulates the ringing of a phone *
Michael James: Hello, is this Senester? The HWA World Champion? I’m just calling because I would like to know what kind of All Star Champion Bryan Deas would make.
* James pretends to be listening to a reply from the other end *
Michael James: What? He held the world title less than a month, you say. Wow, that’s really pathetic. Thanks champ. Talk to you later.
* James pretends to end the call *
Michael James: You see, Bryan. Even Senester thinks giving you a shot at the All Star Championship is a bad idea. Are you trying to say your worth and opinions are more valuable than those of the World Champion? I didn’t think so. I know you can’t possibly be as stupid as you look. But then again I could be wrong and you could be the most oblivious person in the entire company. No matter what the case may be I’m not going to waste my time with people who don’t concern me or my All Star Championship. You want a shot? You want your opportunity? Earn it like the rest of us have. I don’t care what you think the HWA owes you because that was then and this is now. You’re done, mother####er. I’m the new blood and you’re ancient history. #### you and everything you think you have coming your way, Deas. #### Stu E Price and #### anyone who wants to stand in my way of giving this championship an actual future. I had to break barriers in this industry in order to become the man I am today and earn the opportunities while no talent hacks like you stand in the way of my advancement. And you know what the outcome was in each confrontation? Everyone brought what they had but no one brought the talent. I'm the only one that brings it because I'm the only one that has it. Plain and ####ing simple. Just do me this one favor, Deas. Don't get your hopes up. It’s like they say. Born a dog, die a dog. I don't like sitting around and that's one of the reasons why I pushed myself to return to this industry. You have to be ready for anything and everything. You have to prepare yourself to face anyone and sorry to say but its going be a cold day in hell when you have enough preparation to face Michael James.
* He says while taking another drag from the blunt. He grips it between his lips as he removes the All Star Championship from his shoulder. He holds the championship to his chest with the faceplate facing the camera *
Fade Out
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