* Fade In *
04/02/2013
Fujisawa, Japan
10:39 A.M.
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* A static feed opens the scene with a shot of Michael James seated behind the custom desk in his personal office. He has a cigar gripped between his teeth and the HWA All Star Championship lying on the desk in front of him as if it were on display at a museum. He exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth and ashes it in a large ash tray placed to the side of the championship. James removes his sunglasses and directs his attention towards the camera lens *
Michael James: Sometimes in life things have a way of working themselves out. It could be the result of basic human nature or just karma operating in mysterious ways. I don’t know and I don’t care. Things have always worked out for me because success always came natural. I never had to work very hard to get to the top because the competition was never truly up to par with my specifications. Even today, close to five years after my hiatus from the business, things haven’t changed in the slightest when it comes to quality competition. I signed with the HWA, won a few matches, took Mercury’s championship and now I’m the most feared man in the company. That wasn’t a hard thing for me to do. It might have been hard for someone like Butch Parker or Bryan Deas but that’s because they aren’t anything like me. They’re mid card. I’m not. I’ve been the center of attention since the moment of my arrival where both of those douche bags are still working to compensate their losses. Unlike those useless assholes I don’t have any losses. All I have is an undefeated record and a championship that no one can take from me. It might not seem fair to rest of you but I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m the undefeated All Star Champion and you mother####ers are below me. If you don’t like the words I’m saying then I challenge you to do something about it. Prove me wrong. Be a hero. I encourage your stupid decisions.
* He picks up the All Star Championship and smiles with a devious expression. The camera zooms in on the face plate showing the custom detail made to the belt upon refurbishment. It appears to have a Japanese flair combined with the classic look of the HWA company emblem *
Michael James: I never had the experience of making bad decisions because I’ve always put intellect first. Unfortunately for Stu E Price, he’s currently stuck in a dilemma where he has no choice but to live with a decision he doesn’t have the proper intelligence to make. If Price was a smart man he would know exactly what he needs to do. Hand over both of the tag team championships to myself and Senester like any rational thinking person in his situation. But like we all know Price is not a rationally minded person. He has half of the damn roster practically begging him to name them as his partner and it’s a ####ing disgrace. Do you have any idea what that kind of pressure has to be doing to a brain with the limitations of Stu E Price? Obviously, it’s not a pretty picture. And at the end of the day it’s really doing nothing for those assholes but delaying the obvious so what’s the damn point? Personally, I have a really hard time seeing Price as one half of the tag team champions. I mean, he couldn’t even beat Bryan Deas for the love of Christ. What kind of ####ed up shit is that? He goes to war with me at Blood, Sweat and Tears and then he loses to a b###h like Deas less than a month later? I know I can’t be the only one who can smell the bullshit. But then again, I could be wrong. Maybe Shevington decided to put the future of the tag division in the hands of a complete idiot for an actual reason. I know Deas had the world championship for a brief amount of time so I can understand the concept of allowing am imbecile like Price his time in the spotlight. As far as teaming with him goes I think I would rather spend the next lifetime with my dick permanently stuck inside a ####ing light socket.
* Michael James stands up and drapes the All Star Championship over his shoulder. He takes the cigar from the ash tray and grips it between his teeth before moving out of frame. He stands in front of a wall displaying a collage of photographs and magazine covers featuring James as the main image *
Michael James: Don’t get me wrong. The tag team championships seem promising. But promising enough to tolerate the pain of carrying his sorry ass through each title defense? #### no. If I’m going represent gold I’m going to need someone covering my back that can stand on his own two feet. Stu E Price is not that person. He was handed those titles and now he has the chance to do the same thing for someone else. Whoop de ####ing doo. Everyone knows he’s just going to #### up like he always does and lose those titles on the first defense so it doesn’t matter who becomes his partner. Stu E Price is destined to crash and burn the same way he’s always done in the past. That’s just the way he was designed and there isn’t a ####ing thing he can do to change it. You really think I want to share a championship with someone like that? Hell no. I’m better than him and I’ve proven it on more than one occasion. Otherwise, why am I holding a championship that holds more value to the company than anything he has accomplished to date? I’ll tell you why. It’s because I don’t need anyone to help me keep this title where it belongs. Price is just like Butch Parker. When he stands alone he’s nothing more than a weak piece of shit with zero potential for success. That’s why he can’t make a direct decision on anything without the need of outside interference. I have always created individual direction through my own thoughts and opinions. I don’t need the guiding hand of anyone and that isn’t going to change anytime soon. If I required the opinions of idiots and assholes to win then I would be just as pathetic as Price, Deas and Butch Parker. I don’t think I could live with that.
* James takes a drag from his cigar and moves along the wall and the cameras move with him. He makes a quick exit through a side door and reveals an area of the porch that he has modified into a custom section filled with exercise equipment. He stops directly in front of a brick wall decorated with two separate posters. To the left, Stu E Price. To the right, Freddie Styles. James turns around and looks at both posters before turning back towards the camera. He rolls his eyes and adjusts the All Star Championship draped over his shoulder *
Michael James: I’m sick of all the talk. I’m sick of the empty promises, asinine predictions and obvious lack of talent. For weeks I hear nothing but a bunch of pointless shit from people that just “magically” disappear upon the first sign of confrontation. Sooner or later they all show their true colors. No matter who they are or what kind of reward system is put on the line, it’s never enough for them to risk life and limb for the sake of a victory. I’m not like that. I’m the kind of person that will gladly risk life and limb for the sake of a victory. You know why? It’s because I don’t lose. That’s why I’m the best and that’s why I’m still the champ.
* James turns away from the camera and faces both of the posters. He removes a lighter from his pocket. He flips open the top and flicks the stone with his thumb so the flame ignites. He drops the lighter on the ground and turns back towards the camera as the posters begin to go up in flames *
“He's a snake. He'll take gold by any means. He's had one title literally handed to him, and would take this gold just as quickly.”
Michael James: I don’t know what match you were watching at Blood, Sweat and Tears but I wasn’t handed anything, Styles. I pinned Mercury in less than ten seconds to earn this championship because it was destined to happen one way or another. Otherwise, how else would I have successfully defended it against him on Havoc when he was clearly at one hundred percent? Do yourself a favor and think about these things before you open your mouth. As of right now you are treading on dangerous ground by sticking your nose in my business. You have enough problems with your upcoming match with Senester so any idiot can see that I’m the last person you want to piss off right now. I can break you just as easily as I did to Judas in order to win this title so don’t think for a second that you are anywhere remotely close to my performance level. You might have made it this far but that’s as good as it gets. You can’t beat Senester and you can’t beat me so you might as well get comfortable where you are. You’re the king of the mid card division. You’re the head clown amongst a horde of clueless douche bags. And from where I’m sitting that isn’t such a bad place to be, Styles. I mean, look at it this way. Instead of becoming the World Heavyweight Champion you can spend the rest of your time wiping the asses of guys like Bryan Deas, Judas Mercury and Butch Parker. Doesn’t that sound awesome? For someone like you I’m sure it would be. For someone like me, a champion, it would be a living ####ing nightmare. But I don’t have to worry about that because I’m not a mid card clown. I’m in the main event on every card, every time. And it isn’t a coincidence. It’s just one of the many advantages that come with being the living definition of perfection personified.
* He moves out of frame while the posters continue to burn at a rapid pace *
* Fade Out *
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