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03/21/2013
Private Location
Fujisawa, Japan
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* A frame filled with static and white noise appears. When the interference gradually clears the HWA viewers gain sight of “The Personification of Perfection” Michael James standing in what appears to be a private underground location. Aged and corroded pipes are seen barely attached to the ceiling while a variety of concrete walls set the appearance of urban decay. Detailed graffiti decorates the background while smoke from James’ cigar distorts the image quality of the broadcast. He has the All Star Championship draped over his shoulder. Michael James removes the cigar from his mouth and directs his attention towards the camera lens *
Michael James: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m a man of my word. For months I’ve been saying the same thing and people still don’t want to believe me. People like Bryan Deas, for example, who seem to seriously lack the basic essentials of human intellect. I don’t know what I have to do to get my point across. At Havoc I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I defeated Judas Mercury and retained the All Star Championship. I took every bit of negativity that was thrown my way and I shoved it down the throats of those who refuse to acknowledge my standing as the very best that the company has to offer. So, the only question you really have to ask is what do I really have left to prove? I’m undefeated. I beat the former All Star Champion twice. I retired Heckler and Kosh while giving Stu E Price the worst beating of his career. I managed to surpass the moronic predictions of Butch Parker while becoming the ultimate object of Wisdom’s affection in the process. In other words, I’m a made ####ing man in the HWA.
* James brings the cigar to his mouth and takes another drag. He adjusts his sunglasses in a fashion similar to the late “Macho Man” Randy Savage *
Michael James: But instead of focusing on the past I have to look to the future and exactly what it holds for the All Star Champion. As it stands right now, the future looks bright. I’m the new face of the HWA and the most dominant champion in company history. And you know what? There isn’t a damn thing that anyone can do to change that. Not Butch Parker, Stu E Price or the man I have to face on the next edition of Havoc, “Ballsack” Bryan Deas. To be quite honest with you, I have a really hard time taking this guy seriously. I don’t know if it’s his inability to perform past a second grade level or if it’s just because I don’t like the guy. Whatever the case may be, none of it is going to make a difference in the match. I’m getting paid to defend my All Star Championship and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. It doesn’t take an idiot to see the kind of person that Deas has become. At this point in his career he is basically doing nothing more but playing catch up with the rest of us. Just look at some of his recent promos and you will see exactly what I’m talking about.
* A static transition cuts the frame to a snippet from one of Bryan’s promos *
“The bottom line is that I will be a champion before this year is gone! Bank on that!”
* The footage cuts back to Michael James *
Michael James: That’s pretty much all he had to say. Pathetic, I know. But it’s like I said before. That’s the kind of person that Bryan Deas has become. I don’t know if it’s because he refuses to accept the ramifications of his own personal aging process or if it’s because he can’t hack it anymore. I’m not a psychiatrist. I’m a champion. I’m going to do what true champions do and that’s continue moving up the mountain while people like Deas continue collecting dust at the back of the line. Sure, he was the world champion, once. For a month. Again, who ####ing cares? The only reason he lost it so quickly is because he had no business holding it in the first place. True champions are built to last and that’s exactly why the All Star Championship is still in my possession. I didn’t win it on some fluke victory because I’m not some flash in the pan like Bryan Deas. I’m a different breed from everyone else stinking up the HWA roster. People don’t want to admit it but they know it’s the truth. Otherwise, why am I still undefeated? I’ll tell you why. It’s because I’m better than the rest of you. I’m stronger than Butch Parker. I’m faster than Stu E Price. I’m everything that Bryan Deas wishes he could be. That’s why I’m the All Star Champion and those assholes are nothing more than relics of the past.
* He exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils. He turns away from the camera and directs his attention towards a broken mirror on the wall. He admires his reflection with his sight focused on the face plate of the All Star Championship *
Michael James: I’ve seen what they have to offer and I’m still not impressed. No one is. You know why? It doesn’t take a lot of talent to do what they do. They might have shared a few accomplishments back in the day but what have either one of them done lately? Nothing. That’s what. Parker threw away his only shot at the World Championship to witness the birth of some disfigured mutation that doesn’t even belong to him. Deas is going through physical therapy hoping that he can rehab his broken leg before facing me for the All Star Championship. Unfortunately, Mr. Ballsack isn’t a miracle worker so that won’t be happening anytime soon. He isn’t championship material and he isn’t going to be taking this title from me anytime in the near future. If gold is what he’s after he might as well quit now and save himself the disappointment. I’m the undefeated champ and he isn’t. Even if Price is stupid enough to hand Deas the other tag title it will only be a matter of time until he ####s it up for the both of them. Does Price really want to lose the only championship he has because of Bryan’s inability to maintain success? Who knows? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Personally, I think Stu knows better. He’s the only guy in the company that has been able to stand toe to toe with me on any day of the week and that isn’t a simple task. Price can recognize the need to perform to the best of his ability in order to achieve victory. Despite my personal feelings about the son of a b###h, that’s a quality I can respect. Hopefully, Stu will make the right choice and leave the Ballsack out of it.
* James turns his head away from the All Star Championship and directs his attention towards his opposite shoulder *
Michael James: I think deep down Stu E Price knows what he has to do. He’s the people’s champion, right? He needs to give the people what they want. And what is that, you ask? It’s simple. Senester and James against Price and Parker. Anything goes. HWA Tag Team Championships on the line. I don’t care when and I don’t care how. All I know is this is a match that needs to happen for the good of the company. Think about it, Price. What good would Deas do for you as a partner? Sure, he’s your friend but so what? How long are you going to carry that defeatist piece of shit until it starts to affect the progress of your own career? I know you’re a little off balance but you aren’t an idiot. Bryan Deas on the other hand is an idiot. He expects to get by on his own pathetic name recognition which is pretty much equal to a pile of steaming shit. In order for recognition to apply positive accomplishments are required. Like me. I’m the undefeated All Star Champion so my name means more than most of the people on the roster. You’re one half of the Tag Team Champions so your name has less value than mine but still more than someone like Mr. Ballsack. My point is, Bryan Deas is a waste of time. He’s a dying breed. At this point in his career he’s just another stepping stone for the rest of us. Do you really want someone like that helping you defend and retain the tag titles? No, I didn’t think so. Unlike Deas, you want to actually enjoy your time as a champion and there’s nothing wrong with that. I love being the All Star Champion so I can understand where you’re coming from. And that’s exactly why you need to make the right decision this time around. You say you’re a man of the people. I don’t believe you. Prove me wrong.
* He exhales a cloud of smoke into the frame and the image cuts to static *
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03/22/2013
Narita International Airport
Tokyo, Japan
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* When the white noise clears we find the scene in the middle of an airline terminal. Japanese text decorates a variety of signs and areas throughout the area. The cameras cut to the waiting area of a random gate to find Michael James comfortably seated in one of the chairs. He is reading a newspaper while he waits for his plane to arrive. A small American family approaches the area where James is seated. They sit down a few chairs away from him as the cameras cut to a close up of the young couple’s son. He is gripping a Bryan Deas action figure as if he were protecting it. The boy looks at James with a mixed expression of excitement and anxiety. He nudges his Dad who is sitting next to him *
Boy: Hey.
* The father turns to the boy *
Father: Yea?
Boy: You know who that is?
* He directs his father’s sight towards James without trying to be completely obvious *
Father: No. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.
Boy: That’s Michael James.
Father: Who?
Boy: The Personification of Perfection.
Father: The what of what?
* The boy rolls his eyes *
Boy: He’s a wrestler in the HWA.
Father: Oooooh. Okay. That explains it.
Boy: Duh.
* The boy says with pure sarcasm towards his father *
Father: Are you going to ask him for his autograph?
Boy: I don’t know. Judging from what he’s like on HWA it might not be a good idea. He’s kind of a jerk.
Father: That’s a role he plays on television to keep the ratings up. Just give it a shot and he might surprise you.
Boy: Are you sure?
Father: Trust me.
* The boy gets up from his seat and leaves the action figure with his Father. He slowly approaches Michael James as his Father places the action figure on the ground *
Boy: Mr. James?
* He says with an obviously nervous tone. James slowly looks up and directs his attention towards the boy *
Michael James: Yes?
Boy: I’m sure you get this kind of thing everywhere you go but I’m a huge fan of your stuff in HWA. Is there any way I could bother you for an autograph?
Michael James: How much money do you have?
Boy: About five dollars. Why?
Michael James: Give it to me.
* The boy reaches inside of his pocket and pulls out a five dollar bill. He hands it for James and he stuffs it inside of his pocket. He goes back to reading his newspaper *
Boy: Do you need a pen?
Michael James: No. You need more money. Five bucks isn’t enough.
Boy: Isn’t enough for what?
Michael James: My time. If you really want this autograph like you say you do, you will have no problem paying the same price I charge everyone else.
Boy: How much is it?
Michael James: Fifty bucks. Cash.
Boy: What?! Fifty bucks?! Are you serious?
Michael James: Take it or leave it.
Boy: But I don’t have fifty dollars.
Michael James: Then it looks like you’re shit out of luck.
Boy: What about the five I gave you?
Michael James: What about it?
Boy: I need it back.
* James puts down the newspaper and looks at the boy with a disgusted glare *
Michael James: No, you want it back. And you know what? It’s good to want things. Unfortunately that money belongs to me now. You willingly handed it over and now you want it back?
Boy: Yes, please.
Michael James: Okay.
* James pulls out the five dollar bill *
Michael James: Here you go. Don’t spend it all in one place.
* He rips it into three sections. He drops it on the floor and goes back to reading the newspaper as the boy looks down at the floor with an expression of pure disappointment. He says something under his breath *
Boy: You really are an asshole.
* James has no response to his remark. The boy turns away from James and walks back to his seat. His Father turns to him *
Father: So, how did it go? You get your autograph?
* A few seconds after the boy explains what happened the angered Father gets up from his seat and quickly approaches Michael James *
Father: Excuse me.
* James ignores the man *
Father: I’m talking to you.
* James casually turns one of the pages of his newspaper. The boy’s father grabs the newspaper away from James and tosses it aside. James looks up at the man taking notice of the apparent anger in his eyes *
Father: Where the hell do you get off ripping off my son?
Michael James: I didn’t rip him off.
Father: The hell you didn’t! I can see his birthday money lying all over the damn floor! Do you really think a twelve year old would do something like that?
Michael James: I wouldn’t know. I don’t have kids.
Father: Well, you know what? I do. And if you really think I’m just going to sit here and let you disrespect my son you’ve got another thing coming!
Michael James: Is that right?
* James calmly stands up and directs his full attention at the enraged man *
Father: That’s right!
* His voice echoes throughout the terminal. Various people in the airport stop what they are doing to see what the commotion is about *
Michael James: What are you gonna do?
Father: What does it look like I’m going to do?!
* A few of the airport’s security guards enter the terminal and approach the crowd gathering around Michael James and the angered Father. One of the guards pulls the Father aside *
Security Guard: Sir, is there a problem we can help you with?
Father: You’re damn right there’s a problem! This prick over here has been harassing my son for no reason and I plan to do something about it.
Security Guard: Before you do anything I’m going to need you to calm down. Your anger isn’t helping the situation.
Father: Well what the hell do you expect?! All the kid wanted was a damn autograph—
Security Guard: Sir, I’m only going to ask you one more time. Please lower your voice or I will be forced to escort you from the terminal.
* The man takes a moment to regain his composure *
Father: It’s like I said before, officer. This man has been bothering my family since the moment we arrived. I would like my child’s money compensated and an apology from Mr. James.
* The guard turns towards Michael James *
Security Guard: Is any of this true, Mr. James?
* James responds to the guard in Japanese. The guard turns back to the Father with an unconvinced expression on his face *
Security Guard: This man doesn’t even speak English. You say he was harassing your child?
Father: Don’t you get it? He’s faking!
* James responds in Japanese once again appearing somewhat confused by the situation *
Security Guard: Sir, I’m going to have to ask you and your family to come with us.
* The security guards begin picking up the family’s luggage while guiding the Father away from the terminal. He continues to argue with the guards as his wife and son follows close behind. The crowd gradually separates and James sits back down in the chair. He leans over and picks up the newspaper from the floor. He flattens out the wrinkles in the paper and begins reading once again. He comes across a sports article covering a review of the most recent edition of ‘HWA Havoc’. He smiles upon sight of a self portrait featuring James with the HWA All Star Championship *
Michael James: Through all of this time I remain the ultimate best. I remain the future of this organization. Every day I have to remind myself to be patient. Every day I have to tell myself not to worry about who is saying what. It's not worth getting stressed out over people who can’t even understand the concepts of basic intelligence. The same people who would work forty hour shifts at the local supermarkets until a desperate talent scout sought them out and begged them to fill its roster. The same roster that is full of loud mouth incompetent morons and whining children. Men who claim to be icons who are really nothing but a bunch of ####ing scam artists. For months I've had to deal with the likes of these same men who swore to take me out of the game, yet always fell short of getting the job done. You just have to understand the kind of individual I am. I'm the same man who retired Wayne Heckler and Michael Kosh from the HWA. I’m the same man that turned Stu E Price’s rising career into a mid card catastrophe. You know all that money deducted from your checks for “taxes”? Some of it goes to pay my salary. The HWA takes money out of everyone else’s pay just to keep me here. You want to know why? It isn’t the product of some hidden agenda. It’s simply because I supply all of the talent while you rest of you fail to deliver a ####ing thing. Think about it for a second. Positive representation has its rewards and that’s exactly what I bring to the company. Thanks to Michael James the HWA can have a future. If it were up to people like Bryan Deas and Butch Parker the company would have folded years ago. Luckily, that isn’t going to happen because I won’t allow it.
* James looks down at the floor and spots the Bryan Deas action figure lying on the floor. He reaches and picks it up. He grows a disgusted sneer on his face as he looks at the design of the figure *
Michael James: This is all wrong.
* James pulls out a sharpie marker from his jacket and begins to draw on the figure. He holds it up and smiles as he takes a moment to admire his work. The eyes are now crossed and the crotch has formed into a camel toe. He has a cross hair on his chest and a set of large buck teeth sticking out of his mouth *
Michael James: That’s better.
* He holds up the action figure and admires the final result of his artwork *
Michael James: In most cases of basic competition it takes a lot more than basic comprehension to understand your opponent. You have to know exactly what they are capable of doing and to what degree they will be using those strengths in their own favor. I can’t do that with the Ballsack Supreme. I can’t research his capabilities because he doesn’t have any. I can’t attack his intelligence because he falls short in that department as well. When I look at Bryan Deas, I’m not impressed with what I see. He puts little to no effort into his matches and expects to be awarded for it. That shit doesn’t work for me. I could care less what he did in the past or how long he’s been loyal to the company. In my eyes he’s still just a mid card piece of shit standing in my way of advancement. He isn’t a legend, a champion or even someone worthy of being considered actual competition. He’s a ####ing hack who has no business in the same ring as the All Star Champion.
* Something from inside of his jacket begins to vibrate. He reaches inside one of the pockets and removes his cell phone. He checks his text messages to find an update from the HWA management team. After reading through the text he receives information involving a photo shoot to help promote his match against Bryan Deas. He closes the text message and places the phone back inside of his jacket. He directs his attention to the deformed action figure one again *
Michael James: I beat Judas Mercury on two occasions to earn my right to hold that title. Do you think Bryan Deas can say the same thing? No, he can’t. So why should he be given a shot at a championship he doesn’t deserve? It makes no damn sense to me. Where I come from if you don’t earn your own way you end up flat on your back. If that’s the kind of career Bryan Deas wants to portray then I guess I have no choice but to help him achieve his dream. I did the same for Judas Mercury so eliminating a piece of shit like Deas isn’t going to be a problem for me. He can spit his pathetic name for the world to hear and it still won’t be enough to make a difference in this match. No one is listening and no one gives a shit. I’m going to retain the All Star Championship like always and Bryan is going back to the drawing board like he should have done in the first place.
* He tosses the figure into a trash can *
Michael James: Unlike a majority of the people Deas has faced throughout his career, I’m not going to hand him anything. I don’t lay down for anyone. I’m sure he will argue that I’m being unfair but I don’t give a shit how he feels about it. I didn’t become the All Star Champion to just hand my hard earned work over to some undeserving asshole with no possible future. Bryan is below the rest of us. It clearly shows through his tedious material and inability to perform past a mid card level. You see, I took out his leg on Havoc for one reason. I thought it would be funny. And you know what? It was ####ing hilarious. In my honest opinion he shouldn’t be allowed to compete. Not until he gives us something that can be considered a quality presentation. But I don’t think he is capable of doing that. He’s way past his prime and is clearly out of his league no matter what kind of defense he tries to pull out of his ass. He’s a busted leg with a busted leg. What’s he going to do? Try to win the All Star Championship from the seat of a damn wheelchair? Knowing Deas I wouldn’t be surprised. If that’s what he wants to do than I am completely open to the idea. I’ve heard that people do what they have to do in desperate situations and this may be the only choice Mr. Ballsack has left. We all know how desperate he is to win so there’s no telling how far he’s willing to go. Unfortunately for Deas, we also know how far I’m willing to go when it comes to keeping my title. I already took out one of his legs for the purpose of my own amusement. What does he honestly think I’m going to do with the All Star Championship hanging in the balance?
* An announcement is heard on the terminal’s sound system *
Intercom: Attention passengers. Flights departing terminal C-5 will need to present their passports and checked luggage before boarding the plane.
Michael James: With everything aside, I’m looking forward to this match. I can’t wait to see the look on Ballsack’s face after he realizes he lost the last shot he will ever have at MY All Star Championship. Unlike Stu E Price and Butch Parker I’m not going to take it easy on Deas simply because he is below me. If he can’t handle being in the spotlight then he needs to move aside for the good of the company. I hear they are hiring at McDonalds and that could be a great backup plan for Bryan. Personally, I don’t care what happens to him after it’s all said and done. I don’t care about Deas. He’s nothing more to me than a waste of time and space so it’s going to be great to finally be rid of him. No more two minute promos with poorly written dialogue and second grade grammar. No more delusional claims about victories and championships he will never achieve. No more “Ballsack” Bryan Deas around to stink up the ranks of the HWA roster. If that’s what he wants I will be more than happy to make it happen. If not, then he needs to accept this loss and move on while keeping my name out of his mouth. I’m the flagship name and undefeated champion that he will never be and that’s all there is to it. If he can’t accept it then there isn’t much I can do for the guy. He was the one who decided to approach me on Havoc and everyone saw what happened there. When we face off for the All Star Championship things are only going to get worse for Deas. He’s out of his league trying to lead a war that he can’t win. Hopefully this will be the last time I ever have to see my name next to his on a main event card.
It’s not just an eyesore.
It’s a ####ing insult.
* James directs his attention towards a nearby window gaining sight of a large airplane arriving on the runway. He stands up and gradually walks towards the boarding line with the other passengers. He has a suitcase in one hand and a gym bag strapped over his opposite shoulder. The line of people begins to gradually move as people are being allowed to board the plane. The scene cuts out with a sudden static frame *
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