* The scene opens in what appears to be a room with dark lighting. The camera frame is locked on an old style television set. A few seconds later the television powers on and begins to play the most recent footage cut by Bryan Deas concerning his match against Michael James. We hear a random “click” noise in the near distance. Suddenly, the audio begin to peak and distort upon the sound of a loud gun shot. The bullet lands in the center of the television screen causing a mess of smoke, broken glass and sparks to shoot into the air from result of the gunshot. The cameras move away from the television and focus on the other side of the room where Michael James is found seated in a leather recliner. He has a .357 magnum revolver in his hand and a Cuban cigar gripped between his teeth. When the smoke from the gun’s barrel begins to dissolve he places the hand cannon on a table to the left of his chair. He removes the cigar from his mouth and exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils *
Michael James: I hate to be the one to break this to you, Deas. But this war going on between the two of us is far from over. You’ve made it clear to everyone that you want this problem to just magically go away but as we all know that isn’t going to happen. You wanted this match. You asked for it and now you have no choice but to live with the fatal consequences of your own stupid mistakes. And I don’t need a damn psychic to predict what’s going to happen. I’m going to win the match, retain my championship and then put your sorry ass in my rear view. That’s all there is to it, Bryan. I know it isn’t the outcome you want but this isn’t a ####ing comic book. This is reality, mother####er. You aren’t a super hero and you aren’t going to be performing any miracles at my expense.
* He grows a smile on his face as he directs his attention towards the demolished television set *
Michael James: Usually, I can find some kind of hidden potential within my opponents. With someone like Bryan Deas, it’s ####ing impossible to do that because the truth is the guy has no potential whatsoever. He tried to strike back at me and what was the result? He delivered nothing more than his usual half assed routine filled with ludicrous bullshit. First of all Deas, if you’re going to talk shit the first rule is to get your facts straight. You didn’t do that. Otherwise you would have known that I defeated Judas Mercury not once, but TWICE counting my win over him on the last edition of Havoc. And I didn’t earn those victories through the result of some “lucky stab”. I beat Judas Mercury on two occasions because I’m above him the same I’m above you. You just need to understand something, Deas. I don’t believe in luck. I never did because I never required any kind of assistance other than my own. I understand that you have spent your entire career depending on luck and for a douche bag like you there is nothing wrong with that. I’m sure holding the world championship for a month was a great honor. For someone like me it would be a ####ing embarrassment. You know why? I can’t live with disappointment. I can’t accept the idea of failure and that’s just another one of the many reasons why no one in the HWA can take this championship away from me. You aren’t going to be the one to change that. I don’t care what you might have done in the past. That was then and this is now. I’m the undefeated champ and you’re just a washed up piece of shit that refuses to take a hint.
* He sits up in the chair and takes another drag from the cigar. He unzips his jacket and reveals the newly polished All Star Championship secured around his waist *
Michael James: Just like my win over Mercury, you will prove to be just another run of the mill title defense. To you Deas, this is nothing more but a game. It’s a way for you to gain people’s acceptance and attention. For me, it’s about my natural born ability to achieve continual success as the undefeated All Star Champion. I don’t give a shit what people think about me. I’m not in this business for them so I don’t need acceptance from anyone. I don’t need do very much for people to acknowledge my name as the best in the company. When I speak, people listen. When I act, people can’t look away. And just like I did to Judas Mercury, I’m going to make sure to put the fear of God into you so you’re prepared to lose to me the same way he did.
* James leans forward in the chair and removes his sunglasses *
Michael James: As you can tell I’m not what you would consider one of your usual suspects, Deas. You know this just like everyone else does. Go ahead and admit the doubt you felt upon sight of your name next to mine. Go ahead and confess that lack of self confidence you felt knowing you’re placed in a contest you can’t win. Others like Heckler, Kosh and Judas had no problem admitting it and neither should you, Deas. There is no shame in the truth so I don’t see why you would have a hard time doing the same as they did. What’s that? You say you aren’t the same? Well, guess what? I’m calling you out, asshole. If you want to be different you’re gonna have to prove it.
* He stands up and takes a few steps towards forward *
Michael James: People who know me know that I can’t be happy with a simple victory. I don’t just beat people. I humiliate them. I end careers. That’s what I do and I’m ####ing good at it. Anyone in the company will tell you the same thing. So please, excuse the #### out of me for not taking you seriously. Excuse for not recognizing your obvious lack of talent and half assed material. Just keep in mind that after everything is said and done I’m going to be moving towards bigger and better things that have nothing to do with you. I find it rather pathetic that you have to rely on me to keep you on your toes but that’s how some people are in this business. They have no ability to stand on their own two feet and need someone else to do it for them. Well, sorry Deas, but I’m not your ####ing babysitter. I told Shevington that I’m nobody’s b###h and as you saw on Havoc I wasn’t joking around. I don’t give a shit what you have left to prove to me or anyone else. That time has come and gone so do me a favor and get the #### out of my face because I have better things to do. I have moved on towards a higher class of competition while you are practically begging me to bring you along. #### that. Find another set of coat tails to ride because you don’t have the chops to keep up with the Personification of Perfection. You’re on one side and I’m on another. I have plans to win this match and successfully retain the All Star Championship. What possible plans do you have?
* He walks back to the recliner and picks up the handgun from the table. He turns back towards the camera and scratches the side of his head with the barrel *
Michael James: Right now you are putting yourself into a position where you don’t want to be, Deas. You can run your mouth and try to convince the universe otherwise but none of it will mean a ####ing thing. I know who you are and I know you are only capable of doing two things. Jack and shit. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes so please give the walking tall cliché a ####ing rest. If you truly want to stand tall you need to be surrounded by people that admire and respect you. But you don’t have that. Do you? All you have is a list of championships and accomplishments you will never achieve. You might as well have nothing. And that’s exactly what you have proven to become.
* James grows a devious smile on his face and pulls back the hammer on the revolver. He lifts up the gun and releases a shot into the camera lens. Instant cut to static *
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