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04/16/13
Papillion, Nebraska
Papillion Memorial Cemetary
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* The scene opens with an aerial view above a large cemetery in Papillion, Nebraska. The cameras cut to the ground view to reveal a successfully maintained frontage behind a large steel gate. A large amount of tombstones are neatly arranged throughout the cemetery while the scent of fertilizer fills the air. The sound of a large vehicle is heard approaching in the distance. A pickup truck comes to a stop a few feet away from the gate. The driver door opens and a man steps out of the truck. We follow his feet as he casually approaches the gate. He uses minimal effort to open it before making his way into the cemetery. The man reaches inside of his leather jacket and pulls out what appears to be a silver tin. He opens the case and removes a Cuban cigar and closes the tin. The cameras slowly move up and reveal the identity of the man as the HWA All Star Champion, Michael James. He lights the tip of the cigar and exhales a few puffs from his mouth. He takes a step forward and adjusts his sunglasses as he moves into the cemetery. He takes a drag from his cigar and exhales the smoke through his nostrils. James removes a piece of paper from his jacket and unfolds it. He begins reading what appears to be a blueprint of the cemetery with listed names of proper burials *
Michael James Row six, plot three.
* James moves forward until stopping on the sixth aisle of tombstones. He turns and walks to the third stone in the row. The cameras cut to a close up of the stone revealing it as the resting place of Steve Angel’s brother. There are a collection of flowers and personal items placed at the bottom of the stone *
Michael James Here we are.
* He says with a hint of spirited enthusiasm. He reaches inside his jacket once again and removes a digital camera. He approaches a separate stone and places the camera on top it and uses it as a makeshift tripod. James powers on the camera and begins to set up an angle aimed directly at the tombstone for Fallen’s brother. He begins recording a movie with the camera before moving into the newly appointed frame. James approaches the tombstone and ashes his cigar on the memorial flowers. He takes a seat on the ground and leans back against the tombstone. The All Star Championship is seen draped over his shoulder underneath his leather jacket *
Michael James Steve Angel. The “Fallen One”.
* He looks down and laughs before removing his sunglasses *
Michael James Gimme a ####ing break.
* He looks up and directs his attention towards the camera *
Michael James I think it was Freddy Kruger who once said “I don’t believe in fairy tales”. Usually, standing in agreement with a child molesting serial killer would usually be the last move in my arsenal; but this time around I think Freddy may be on to something. Especially when it comes to judging fully grown men who feel the need to prove themselves by pretending to be something they’re not. Men that are EXACTLY like Steve Angel. You see, Unlike Fallen, I don’t believe in relying on imaginary bullshit to achieve success. I don’t believe in laser ray vision, atomic farts or anything of that nature. Most importantly, I don’t believe in Steve Angel or the possibility of him getting anywhere remotely close to my All Star Championship. Think about it for a second. Here we have a fully grown man who probably was at one time an esteemed member of the roster making a return to the company looking like he just got discharged from the ####ing state asylum. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to make a return to the business you love. I’m not judging him for that. What I’m judging you for is your obvious example of blatant stupidity by taking claim on a championship that you will never earn. You want to know why I’ve been the champ as long as I have? It’s because I’ve spent the last year earning my reputation as the best the company has to offer. What have you been doing, Fallen? Wasting time with pathetic attempts of hints of your return? Whoop de ####ing do. If you were half the man I was you would have been winning matches instead of sitting on your ass begging for our undivided attention. No one cares about you or what you think, Steve. You’re just like Deas, Price, Butch and Judas. You’re the old HWA that no one wants to remember. Do us all a favor and go back where you came from because you still aren’t welcome.
* He ashes on the flowers once again and grips the cigar between his teeth. He looks down towards the bottom of the stone and discovers a bottle of wine. He picks up the bottle and breaks the seal around the top of the bottle. He tosses the paper aside and pulls out the cork. James takes a swig of the wine and disrespectfully spits some of it on top of the flowers *
Michael James Don’t get me wrong, Fallen. I know exactly where you’re coming from. You’ve been away from the business for a while and now that you’re back you need to find a way to compensate your lack of success. The only problem is this time around you picked the wrong bull to #### with. Sure, if you had decided to focus on someone like Bryan Deas or Butch Parker it would have made perfect sense. You’re in the same pathetic talent pool as both of those assholes so it would only be natural for you to thrive with your own kind. But as we all know you aren’t a smart man so you didn’t do that. You decided to go after the new face of the HWA in an effort to become the center of attention at my expense. Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you Fallen but that isn’t going to happen. You want to know what I see when I look at you? I see Bryan Deas, Stu E Price and Judas Mercury. I see the same ####ing bullshit from the same assholes who failed to do the same thing you’re trying to do. Do me a favor and save it for someone who gives a shit. Save it for someone that will take you seriously because I don’t. When people look at me they see the undefeated All Star Champion. When they look at you all they can do is laugh, Fallen. Up to this point your career has been nothing worth bragging about. You were a tag champion and spotlight champion. Again, who gives a shit? What do you have to brag about now, asshole? A whole lot of nothing, that’s what. I don’t have that problem. Everyone knows who I am and what I can do even if you’re blinded by your own stupidity. I’m the undefeated All Star Champion. I’m the Personification of Perfection. I’m the undeniable future of the HWA.
* He takes another swig of the wine. He belches out loud and carelessly tosses the bottle aside *
Michael James Despite what you want to believe the HWA doesn’t need a “new” champion. You want to know why? It’s because they already have one. Me. Otherwise I would have lost the All Star Championship on my first defense the same way everyone expected. That’s the difference between you and me, Steve. I’m not in the HWA to fulfill the expectations and assumptions of other people. When I want something I ####ing take it and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. I wanted the All Star Championship so I took it from Mercury and turned the company’s expectations upside down. No one expected it to happen so I made sure to prove them wrong. Unlike you Steve, I can do the impossible. I can perform miracles. I can do things that douche bags like you and Butch Parker could only dream of achieving. And that’s exactly why you hate me so much. Go ahead and admit it. When you look at me you see a person you wish you could become. And you know what? There’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone needs a role model of some kind. Personally, I never had that problem. I was a celebrated champion before I arrived in the HWA so I didn’t need any kind of inspiration other than my own reflection. What you need to understand is I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to claim personal perfection. It’s something I have earned over time the same way you have lost all credibility you once had. And much like the fatal downfall of “Ballsack” Bryan Deas, it’s not my ####ing problem. You’re the one that decided to tuck tail and hide like a b###h. At this point in your career you have no one left to blame for your insecurities but yourself, Fallen.
* He casually stands back up and turns his back to the camera. He unzips his jeans and begins to urinate on top of the grave site. He begins to cheerfully whistle out loud while he decorates the tombstone with urine. After securing his pants and pulling the zipper up James turns back around and faces the camera *
Michael James You just need to get something through your head, Steve. Your useless services and opinions are no longer required. No one cares about what you have to say just like they didn’t care about your pathetic return to the company. You know why? It’s because you’re a ####ing joke. You can run your mouth about the dinosaurs of yesteryear but at the end of the day it still doesn’t mean a ####ing thing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. That was then and this is now. I’m the undefeated flagship champion and they’re ancient ####ing history. And you know what, Steve? If you keep making the same rookie mistakes you’re going to end up in the exact same place they are right now. Is that what you really want? Because if that’s the case I can promise that it won’t be a problem for me. I did the same thing to Judas Mercury and Bryan Deas so you aren’t going to prove to be any different. No one cares about you, Dredge, Talon, Jake Roberts, Iron Sheik or any other pathetic names you want to pull out of your ass. They only care about the person holding the championship and that sure as hell isn’t you, Fallen. It’s me. I’m the champ so I rightfully receive all of the credit and the admiration you wish you could have. Just face facts, asshole. You’re out of your league. You can’t win. Why suffer through the disappointment of your own failure when you can disappear like you did before? That seems to be the only choice you have left. You can fight the good fight and die like a dog or run and hide like the coward you have always proven to be.
* James removes his jacket and walks out of frame. We can hear him unhitching something from the back of the truck in the near distance. A few seconds later James is seen driving a forklift into the frame carrying a brand new tombstone. He stops the forklift in front of the grave site and steps down from the vehicle. James takes a large sledgehammer from the back of the lift and he approaches the tombstone of Fallen’s brother. Without any hesitation, James slams the hammer into the stone causing the top of it to shatter into pieces. He begins to work up a sweat in an effort to completely destroy the stone. After leaving it as nothing more than a pile of broken stone and dust he drops the sledgehammer on the ground. After catching his breath, James steps back onto the forklift and turns on the engine. He moves the teeth of the forklift upward so he can tilt the new stone onto the ground. After carefully moving the stone from the teeth James drops a new stone into the empty spot on the ground. The new tombstone reads *
“Here Lies Douche Nozzle”
* The dates are replaced with text that reads *
“Devoted brother and convicted pedofile”
* James turns off the engine of the forklift and steps down once again. He approaches the new tombstone and turns toward the camera with the custom designed All Star Championship draped over his shoulder *
Michael James As far as I’m concerned Fallen, you’re a long ways from being able to compete for my championship. Granted, you may oppose more of an actual challenge than any of my former opponents but that still doesn’t mean a ####ing thing to the Personification of Perfection. But then again it doesn’t take very much to overcome the likes of Deas and Mercury so please don’t take my evaluation of your character the wrong way, Angel. When it comes to the two of us, there is no comparison. You’re out of your ####ing league and that’s all there is to it. I’m an undefeated champion and flagship name of the company. You’re a washed up piece of shit begging for a handout. It’s like I said before, asshole. Do us all a favor and start looking somewhere else because you aren’t welcome in the HWA. You aren’t going to be the All Star Champion because I won’t allow it to happen. Bryan Deas tried to do the same thing and I ended his career for the sake of my own amusement. If you decide to keep up this pointless charade I can tell you exactly what’s going to happen. I will be responsible for destroying yet another HWA has been. A washed up piece of crap that wasn't good enough to uphold his own name. You see, It took guys like me to bring this place up to par so I'm no easy victory by any means, Fallen. At one point in your career you could've said the same. But not anymore. You might as well be listed as inactive.
* Michael James slides his sunglasses back onto his face. He slowly approaches the camera and reaches toward the lens. The image goes out of focus and the scene cuts to a static feed *
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