02/27/2013
San Francisco, California
Le Meridien Hotel
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Fade In
* We fade in to an opening shot that sets HWA viewers inside of a moving elevator. It stops on the third floor as we hear a “DING” sound. The doors open and we begin to move forward as the obvious smell of marijuana fills the hallway of the hotel. We follow the scent all the way down the hall until it stops near a room marked “328”. The door opens and we move inside the room to find members from the death metal band Six Feet Under lounging around the room. Suddenly, Michael James walks into frame from an adjoining room and sits down on a couch next to the lead singer, Chris Barnes. He hands James a finely rolled blunt and begins looking over a contract. Upon further inspection of the document, it is revealed as a binding agreement involving an upcoming Six Feet Under music video that will be directed and produced by James’ production company. A few seconds later he signs the paper and hands it to James *
Chris Barnes: Looks like we’re all set , amigo.
* James looks over the contract and grows a smile on his face *
Michael James: You all got your passports, right?
Chris Barnes: We did. I locked them up in my safe so we don’t lose track of them.
Michael James: That’s a good idea.
* James takes another drag from the blunt *
Michael James: Because with the amount of weed that you guys smoke it’s a miracle you remember anything.
* Chris and the others laugh at James’ humor *
Chris Barnes: What can I say? That’s what happens when you live in a state where medicinal marijuana is just as common as macaroni and cheese.
Michael James: Keep in mind it’s also the same state that helped that douche nozzle Schwarzenegger make his way into politics.
Chris Barnes: That wasn’t me. I voted for the other guy.
Michael James: What other guy?
Chris Barnes: Whoever he was running against.
Michael James: What was his name?
Chris Barnes: Shut the #### up and pass the blunt. That was his name.
* Michael James laughs and hands the blunt to Chris. He lies back on the couch and gets comfortable while Chris and the other members of Six Feet Under begin discussing ideas for the video. We hear a knock on the door and Chris gets up to answer it. When he comes back into the room he is joined by HWA personality, Jason, who is seen waving his hands around in an effort to avoid breathing the smoke in the room *
Chris Barnes: Does this belong to you, James?
* James looks up and takes notice of Jason standing next to Barnes. James rolls his eyes and stands up *
Michael James: Remember the camera crew I said might be stopping by?
Chris Barnes: Yea.
Michael James: You’re looking at him.
Chris Barnes: Alright. You need us to leave?
Michael James: Of course not. Stay put. Jay, tell your crew to hurry up and set up their shit. We don’t have all day to do this.
* Without saying a word Jason motions for his small camera crew to enter the room and get their equipment set up. Michael James places a Cuban cigar between his teeth and lights the end of it before picking up the HWA All Star Championship from a nearby table. He carefully drapes the championship over his shoulder and sits down in a chair placed near the center of the room. The camera crew gives Jason notification that they are ready to roll as soon as he is. He takes a seat across from Michael James and removes a microphone and recording equipment from a small bag on the floor. He sets up the equipment in its proper place and powers on the microphone. The main camera operator informs Jason that the camera is rolling and he brings the microphone to his mouth *
Jason: Greetings HWA fans all over the world—
* Michael James snatches the microphone away from Jason and looks directly towards the camera lens *
Michael James: Wisdom ####ing Parker. The self proclaimed mother of year. I have four simple words for you. Get...Off...My...Dick.
* Chris Barnes begins to choke on a hit from the blunt due to his erratic laughter upon James’ comment about Wisdom Parker *
Michael James: Don’t get me wrong, Wisdom. I understand the plight of your pathetic existence. I understand how truly depressing it must be to have to wake up every morning to a life filled with constant incompetence no matter which way you turn. Obviously, I can’t relate to these kinds of problems since I’m not a functioning member of the lower class like you and Butch. But no matter what the circumstance may be I always find a way to comprehend the source of the stink. When it comes to you and Butch, I’m really starting to grow tired of hearing the same shit over and over again. It’s always “Butch is the best” or “Butch has done more than you ever will” when in reality Butch is nothing more than another douche bag on his way out of the company. He isn’t the world champion, he isn’t a flagship name and he isn’t half the man you would like him to be. At Blood, Sweat and Tears; Senester kicked the shit out of Butch Parker from the beginning of the match until the moment he decided to tuck tail and run. I know it isn’t the turnout that you might have expected but that’s what happens when you back the wrong bull. When you make bad decisions you end up with disappointing results. I don’t have that problem. At Blood, Sweat and Tears I made the right decision and now I’m at the top of the mountain. What about you, Wisdom? Where are you at this particular point in time?
* James reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a silver flash. He takes a swig of Saki from the flask and turns back towards the camera *
Michael James: That’s right. You’re sitting on your ass, running your mouth about the only man who has any kind of value in the HWA. Michael ####ing James. You can disguise your intentions any way you want, Wisdom. The truth speaks for itself and any idiot can see why you’ve been giving me all of this extra attention. Unfortunately, it isn’t going to happen. I have bigger and better things to worry about than the ramblings of some white trash crack #####. You say I “stole” the All Star Championship from Judas Mercury. If that was the case, why has he been ducking active competition since the moment of my arrival? If I “stole” the championship, why is there historical proof showing my hand being raised as the victor of the match? I’ll tell you why. It’s because I didn’t steal a ####ing thing. I was given an opportunity and instead of sitting on my ass letting it go to waste I fulfilled my promise to become the future of the HWA. Right now, you’re just blowing smoke out of your ass trying to get under my skin. I’m sure it may have worked for someone like Judas Mercury or Bryan Deas but I’m not buying it. You can spit as much bullshit as you want but at the end of the day none of it is going to mean a ####ing thing. No one is listening and no one cares. Again, I don’t have that problem. I’m the All Star Champion so when I speak people have no choice but to give me their full attention. If I was someone like Butch Parker who does nothing but lose matches and run from championship opportunities then I might have something to worry about. But I’m not Butch Parker. I’m the Personification of Perfection. I’m undefeated. More importantly, I’m the object of Wisdom Parker’s affection despite her transparent denial.
* James adjusts his sunglasses and takes a drag from his cigar. He exhales the smoke through his nostrils *
Michael James: Sometimes, I really have to question if Wisdom is playing with a full deck. Think about it. Why would she put so much of her energy towards a man she claims to care less about? It’s not that hard to figure out. I’m the only valuable thing left in her pathetic life. The entire motive of her last promo was directed towards one person and it wasn’t the HWA World Champion. You know why? It’s because the b###h is obsessed with Michael James. I’m like Tommy Lee Jones. I’m the man people love to hate and Wisdom Parker is no different. She wants people to believe otherwise for appearance sake but I know better. Any simple minded imbecile with half a brain would know better so I really fail to understand the logic behind Wisdom’s consistent fabrication of the truth.
* He leans forward and removes his sunglasses. He exhales once again through his nose *
Michael James: If she can’t accept the way things are it isn’t my problem. When things don’t work out for me I don’t try to turn the tide with childish bullshit. I rise above the problem and find a way to achieve success. That’s why I’m the All Star Champion. That’s why people like Stu E Price and the Parkers are desperate to earn my respect. The past is the past, Wisdom. No one cares what you or Butch may have done before so please do us all a favor and get with the ####ing times. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not. I’m the new face of the HWA and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to change that. Butch Parker is never going to be the world champion and you’re NEVER going to get under my skin no matter how many lies you spit or temper tantrums you perform.
* A static feed interrupts the promo. A commercial for the upcoming edition of Havoc begins to play. A variety of well known HWA personalities are included in the footage. A spotlight is put on the main event All Star Championship match titled “James vs. Judas II”. A static feed transition ends the commercial and we cut back to Michael James sitting in the chair with Six Feet Under lounging around the spacious room *
Michael James: Just like Stu E Price, Hecker, Kosh and Chuckles the Clown; the Parkers are a thing of the past. If they want to refuse their place in the pecking order there isn’t much that anyone can do for them at this point. Like they said you can’t fix stupid and that’s exactly what it boils down to with Butch and Wisdom Parker. It’s just another case of two clueless people who have nothing left to do with their lives. They might have had some kind of influence over how things were done in the old HWA and I’m cool with that. I encourage them to cherish those stale memories and aimless accomplishments. What else do they really have to look forward to? I can’t really think of anything. Of course, one of the two will be preparing a response as they read this impeccable promo; most likely filled with the usual fraudulent material. And I’m prepared for that. I know how predictable Butch and Wisdom have become so it’s not very hard to know what to expect from either one of them. If I know what they’re going to do beforehand it makes things so much easier for me. Take my prediction of Parker’s loss to Senester as an example. I told everyone that Butch was going to get his teeth kicked in at Blood, Sweat and Tears. And what happened? He lost. Just like I said he would. And no, I don’t have psychic abilities or anything like that. I just know how to read people and it’s not difficult to see how full of shit Butch and Wisdom have proven to be. You want to know the real reason behind Butch’s recent code of silence?
* James smiles as he removes the cigar from his mouth *
Michael James: Pure and absolute fear for the HWA All Star Champion, Michael James. He saw what I did to Price. He saw what I did to Judas Mercury and he wants no part of it. His cock eyed wife might want a piece of me but he has no desire to be anywhere remotely close to my striking distance. He decided to draw first blood in this war of words that he has no chance of winning. Is that my fault? No, it isn’t. I’m simply defending my name against two people that still have no idea who they are ####ing with. I’m defending myself like any rational thinking person would and what do I get in return? Ludicrous disrespect from a couple of maladjusted bigots. Did I ask for that? No, I didn’t. I have never judged anyone based on the color of their skin. I have always determined my opinions of people through character and so far I have yet to find anyone in the HWA worthy of being called a decent human being.
* A hand creeps into frame offering James a hit from another blunt. He places his cigar on the ash tray and accepts the blunt offering *
Michael James: Other than the World Champ and the Personification of Perfection it’s basically an entire roster of clueless assholes. Just take a look around and you’ll see what I mean. You got Wisdom and Butch burning crosses on the side lines, Bryan Deas taking his claim on every championship in the company while Mercury continues to perfect his newly adapted role of a human punching bag. Obviously for some, it’s not a pretty picture. For others like Judas that have found comfort in the idea of loss and public humiliation, it’s a way to try and avoid another loss to Michael James. Even with the All Star Championship serving as a reward system, Mercury is going to be completely out of his league when go to war in Wichita. Judging from what I’ve seen and experienced from Judas Mercury, it’s safe to say that this match is going to nothing more than a walk in the park for the Personification of Perfection. Let’s face facts here. Mercury isn’t the man he once was. Everyone knows that he is just going to no show the match and end up at the back of the line with the likes of Butch Parker and Bryan Deas. Truthfully, he hasn’t done a ####ing thing to deserve this opportunity but that makes no difference to me. I’m getting paid to successfully defend the All Star Championship and that’s exactly what I plan to do in James versus Judas II. I beat him once and I can do it again without any complications. That’s what being a champion is about, Mercury.
* The camera zooms in on the All Star Championship’s face plate. It gradually zooms back as Michael James exhales a cloud of smoke from above the frame *
Michael James: Just take a moment and think about something. I beat you and seized your former championship in less time than it took to cook my breakfast this morning. What the #### does that say about you, Judas? It says that you and I are not performing on the same level. If I can beat you in a title match in less than five minutes just think about what I’m willing to do to keep this title. Yea. A full fledged massacre of Judas Mercury is right. If you don’t know by now I like being the All Star Champion. I like it a lot and I plan on staying the champion for a VERY long time. If you really believe I’m going to let some washed up piece of shit stand in the way of that you’re going to need to come up with another game plan, mother####er. As it stands right now the only choice you have is to show up ready to lose the same way you did at Blood, Sweat and Tears. Sure, you could break your usual routine and actually promote this match but we both know that isn’t going to happen. You can’t win so why put forth any effort? You could prove to be in the same classification of people like Heckler, Kosh and the Brooklyn Brawler. Wouldn’t that be cool, Judas? What’s that you say? You’re better than them? Well, guess what? I don’t believe you. No one does. Not anymore at least. But who can blame them? You’re not the Judas Mercury they’re expecting to see so it’s only natural for them to express their obvious disappointment. That’s the person you have become, Judas. You’re nothing more than a constant disappointment to all of the people that were stupid enough to support your pointless career. Hopefully after you lose this match it will be that final nail in the coffin you’ve been waiting for.
* Chris hands James the blunt and tells him they are going to take off. He thanks them for stopping by and takes another hit from the blunt as Six Feet Under makes their exit from the room *
Michael James: The All Star Championship looks damn good on me. It looks much better on me than it ever did on you, Judas. You know why? I look like a champion. I look like someone that any established promoter would be proud to have as the flagship image and world heavyweight champion. You don’t have that quality because no one wants to hire a ####ing crack head to represent the company. That’s what people see when they look at you, Judas. A broken down, homeless bound, washed up piece of shit. Do you really think I’m going to let someone like that take this championship from me? If so, you truly are as stupid as you look. If I have problems considering people like Butch Parker and Stu E Price to be active competition just take a moment and think about how I value your presence in this confrontation.
* James stands up and begins to move with the camera. He keeps one hand on the strap of the All Star Championship making sure it rests securely over his shoulder *
Michael James: You might as well just stay home and continue to show everyone how much of a ####ing coward you truly are. That’s how much I value your attendance in this match. You’re just a damn blip on my radar screen and after this is over I plan to clear you from anything involving MY All Star Championship. You’re just one of the many assholes gunning for this title so having to defend it against someone who is notorious for no showing is the least of my concerns. I have Price trying to use my coattails to guide his failing career, Wisdom Parker trying to get into my pants and Bryan Deas begging me to hang myself just to avoid the agony of watching another one of his mentally defected promos. I have enough problems as it is so beating you a second time isn’t going to add any additional weight to my shoulders, Mercury. The only weight I need to be concerned with is the All Star Championship resting exactly where it belongs.
* He looks at the faceplate of the championship and admires his name engraved near the bottom. James takes a drag from the blunt and reaches out of frame to ash it. A static feed interrupts the promo as we cut to a different location all together *
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02/29/2013
Fujisawa, Japan
Homestead | Bedroom
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* A cross fade transitions cuts the scene to a random hallway of an exquisite house. The cameras gradually move along the marble tiled floors while a woman is heard having an orgasm somewhere close by. We move into the bedroom to see James and his girlfriend Velvet sexually intertwined with one another underneath the sheets. A topless Velvet leans up and straddles James as we see nothing but her blonde hair and bare back as she begins moving up and down on top of James. The camera cuts to a close up on a glass lamp on the night stand next to the bed. As the bed begins to slam against the wall the lamp falls off and smashes on the floor below. We cut to an aerial shot above the bed to see both Michael James and Velvet in a state of exhaustion *
Velvet: Okay. You can go do your research now. I’m gonna sleep.
Michael James: Sure.
* James places a cigarette between his lips. He places a second cigarette between Velvet’s lips and lights both of them with his Zippo lighter *
Michael James: I’ll get right on that after you get your lazy ass up and make me something to eat. That was a damn work out.
* Velvet smacks James in the chest and the two share a laugh together *
Michael James: But all bullshit aside, you’re probably right.
* James sits up and places his feet on the floor. He puts on his t-shirt and jeans before standing up. He takes another drag from his cigarette as he puts on his belt. He tightens the loop and smiles as Velvet turns on her side. Her ass is exposed for the HWA viewers as Michael James looks into the camera with smug expression on his face *
Michael James: Do you need anything?
Velvet: Sleep.
* James reaches across the bed and smacks Velvet across her ass cheek before turning away from the bed. We follow James as he makes his way to the kitchen of the house. He opens a cabinet and pulls out a bottle containing the sedatives prescribed to him by the physician in Japan. He opens the bottle and places two sedatives in his mouth. He downs them with a glass of water and moves into the living room. James takes a beer from the refrigerator and casually moves into the living room. He takes a seat in his chair and pops the top on his beer. He takes a swig and looks towards the television. He picks up the remote and presses the play button. He directs his attention towards a large plasma screen television running footage from Blood, Sweat and Tears *
Michael James charges towards Judas Mercury and slams his foot into the side of his face with an Osaka Spike Kick. After taunting the audience he drags Mercury back to his feet. James holds Judas in the air for a few seconds before sending him crashing to the mat with a Lethal Injection. He goes for a cover on Mercury while the audience deafens the arena with their obvious disapproval. The referee drops to the mat and goes for a count.
1
2
3!!!
* He presses the pause button on the remote upon a freeze frame of James being announced as the winner of the match and new All Star Champion. He pauses the footage and the camera pans back to James with an impressed smirk on his face *
Michael James: That’s just plain sad, Judas. It truly is. To be completely honest with you, it’s downright pathetic. But you know what? As much as I would like to rub yet another embarrassing loss in your face I’m not going to do that. Why? Because I’m not that kind of champion. I always found that the best way to break someone is to do it when they’re at their very best so when it’s all said and done they truly have nothing left. Mercury is what you would call a man with nothing to lose. He already lost the All Star Championship to me at Blood, Sweat and Tears and he isn’t going to be taking it back anytime soon. He knows this. I know this. The entire ####ing company knows it so this match on Havoc is be nothing more than an example of what kind of champion I plan to become. Mercury apparently couldn’t hack it so he passed the torch to a better man.
* He takes a swig from his beer and points towards the center of his chest *
Michael James: Granted, if Mercury had any kind of say in the matter he would probably disagree but since he’s too much of a ####ing coward to speak up I guess we’ll never know. Like I said before, that’s just the kind of person Judas has become. He is content living with the reputation of a coward and a man who couldn’t get the job done. He’s just like Butch Parker. Think about something for a second. Judas lost his title to me on the same night Butch failed to beat Senester for the World Championship. Is that a coincidence or are these oblivious losers following the same dreadful career path in sync? Whatever the case may be, I’m nothing like either of them. I’m undefeated. They aren’t. I’m a champion. They aren’t. I’m the future of the HWA. Butch and Judas are nothing more at this point in time than two ancient relics collecting dust.
* James leans back in the chair and gets comfortable. He takes another sip from his beer *
Michael James: I don’t know what I have to do to get my point across to people. I told everyone exactly who I am and they still refuse to accept it. Even after I walked out of my first HWA pay-per-view as the new All Star Champion, I get nothing but disrespect in return for my accomplishments. #### it. If people want to be jealous assholes there isn’t much I can do to change their way of thinking. You know what people like Parker, Price and Judas see when they look at me? They see the end of an era in the HWA. They see their instant dismissal from a place they claim to have built from the ground up. Truthfully, I don’t care what they might have done in the past. You don’t see me coming out bragging about my title reigns or prior accomplishments from 2005, do you? Of course not. You know why? Because no one gives a shit. Just like no one gives a shit what any one of those burnt up mother####ers did in the past. Wow Butch, you were a champion for three months in 2004. Again, who gives a ####? What are you doing now? Oh, that’s right. You’re sitting on your ass collecting dust while a scabbed up vagina does all the talking for you. If that isn’t something to be proud of I don’t know what is. Give me a ####ing break. How about you, Judas? What are you doing? Wiping some of the piss off your leg after getting a glimpse of this promo? That’s what I thought. Just do us both a favor after you lose on Havoc and stay out of my way. Make the right choice and shuffle your sorry ass to the back of the line. Parker and Price refuse to stand aside and it has done nothing but caused fatal problems for the both of them. Parker is too scared to show his face and Price hasn’t said a ####ing word since I cut my last promo. That’s what happens when you #### with the HWA All Star Champion, Judas. And if you don’t believe me go ahead and ask around. Talk to Price, Parker, Heckler, Kosh and the rest of the douche bags that were stupid enough to try and test me.
* He allows the footage to play and James takes a moment to admire his performance against Mercury at Blood, Sweat and Tears *
Michael James: When idiots and assholes try to get under my skin it always has the same result. I make people disappear. That’s what I do and I’m very good at it. The same thing can happen to anyone and that includes Judas Mercury. Personally, I have nothing against you. Professionally, I can’t the sight of you. If you don’t like it I don’t really care. I’m in the HWA to break necks and cash checks so your opinion doesn’t mean a ####ing thing to the All Star Champion. Maybe if you had the ability to actually stand up for yourself we would be in a completely different situation. But let’s face reality here, Judas. You aren’t going to speak up. You aren’t going to defend yourself. You’re just going to accept this loss like you always do. Hopefully this will be the last time I ever have to see my name next to yours in a main event. It doesn’t take an idiot to see that you’re going to be mid card for life so I suggest you appreciate what I’m doing for you on Havoc. I can guarantee you it will be the last time you score any favors from the Personification of Perfection. I don’t like you and I don’t respect you, Judas. I just have to tolerate you long enough to show management your exact place in the company. I did it once before. I’ll do it again without breaking a ####ing sweat. See you in Wichita, mother####er.
* James points the remote towards the camera lens and presses the power button. The promo cuts to static *
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