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04/18/13
Chiyoda, Japan
Capital Hotel Tokyu
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* We open outside of the exquisite Capital Hotel Tokyu in Chiyoda, Japan. We hear sounds of random traffic and conversation coming from various people on the street speaking their native tongue. The cameras move towards the entrance of the building and we cut to the lobby of the hotel. We follow an attractive woman in her early twenties towards the hotel elevators. The doors to the elevator open and we move inside. The doors close as we cross fade to the third floor of the hotel. We move down the hallway until stopping in front of a door that has a “do not disturb” sign hanging on the knob. The cameras cut to the interior of the room where the HWA All Star Champion Michael James is found inside the bathroom. He wipes away some shaving cream from his neck. He wipes his face with a towel. Michael James moves out of the bathroom and enters the main room. He takes a seat behind an antique desk and opens one of the drawers. He removes a tray covered in marijuana from the drawer and places it on the desk. James breaks the seal on a blunt wrap. Suddenly, a commercial on the television strikes his attention when his name in mentioned as a participant in a match against Freddie Styles. He begins breaking up the marijuana with an unimpressed smirk on his face *
Michael James: Sometimes, people can surprise you when you least expect them to. It doesn’t matter if you’re a trained psychic or just another over confident douche nozzle like Freddie Styles, no one truly has the true ability to predict the future. Take Elizabeth Shevington as a perfect example. Just a few weeks back the b###h was a ####ing train wreck. So what does she do to in an attempt to assure continual production of the company? She hands over the tag team championships to a couple of clueless assholes who wouldn’t know their own asses from a ####ing hole in the ground. Don’t get me wrong, Liz. I’m a man of business so I can understand doing what you have to do to keep everything moving at a consistent pace. But what I don’t understand is what possible point you could be trying to prove by naming a duo of undeserving assholes like Price and Styles the tag team champions. I knew you were always a little off balance but if I knew you had plans to make a mistake as catastrophic as this one I would take taken action a long time ago. You have to look at it from a realistic point of view. What good can come from those two idiots parading around with the championships knowing they didn’t do a damn thing to earn them? Even you have to admit that a shameless mistake like that can only lead to two things for the HWA. Humiliation and bitter disgrace. Is that what Senester put you here to do? Is that what you really want for the company?
* He places some of the marijuana into the wrap and begins to roll a blunt. He glares at the television screen where he gains sight of footage featuring Michael James in his match against Bryan Deas. He begins to laugh out loud upon sight of a slow motion shot of Bryan lying on his back in the middle of the ring with his face covered in blood. James seals the blunt and places it between his lips. He lights it and inhales the smoke into his lungs *
Michael James: I really expected more out of you, Liz. When you approached me with the Black Box stipulation at Blood, Sweat and Tears I thought it was a stroke of genius. I’m not going to lie. If it wasn’t for you I probably would have never had a shot at the All Star Championship. So don’t take my words the wrong way because I haven’t always questioned your motives. Before you neglectfully handed the championships over to Price and Styles I had nothing but respect for you. Right now, I have no clue where your head is at. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where you’re leading us so don’t be surprised when I refuse to follow your trail of shit. Last week on Havoc I mangled the face of Bryan Deas to keep the championship you helped me earn. Do you know what you see when you look at me, Liz? You see an example of your own malicious design. You see a professional that was able to benefit from a decision made possible through the Liz Shevington foundation. If it wasn’t for your generosity towards the Personification of Perfection at Blood, Sweat and Tears; assholes like Judas Mercury and Bryan Deas would probably still be with us today. But who wants that? No one, that’s who. If they did people would be calling for their immediate resurrection along with the dismissal of my name from the roster. But that isn’t going to happen because no one wants those cocksuckers around anymore. They want blood, they want violence and they want it without any sugar coated bullshit. That’s when they come crawling to the All Star Champion demanding the ultraviolent entertainment that only I can provide. And you know what? As much as they make me want to ####ing puke I’m going to give it to them.
* He releases a slight cough after taking another drag from the blunt *
Michael James: It all starts with you, Styles. Unfortunately, since the encounter I have booked against you seems to be another product of Shevington’s mistakes I really have no choice but to make the best out of a seriously dangerous situation. And when I say dangerous I’m not talking about you, Freddie. I’m talking about the result of what could possibly happen due to the result of my aggravation from being involved in such a waste of ####ing time. To be completely honest with you Freddie, I don’t know the first thing about you. I understand that you’re a weak b###h who is terrified of performing without the confinement of standard rules and that fact alone tells me one thing about you. You’re severely limited. You aren’t willing to go the distance so you have no place in the same ring as Michael James. Sure, you can say that you’re a champion just like me and that you’re just as good as me. But we all know that isn’t true. You didn’t earn that title. Price gave it to you because he needs someone to be his b###h and you just happen to be his first candidate. You’ll never be anything like me and that’s why this match is such a dangerous spot for you to be in, Styles. Just like you I have nothing to lose. The championship isn’t up for grabs so from my point of view this has come down to nothing more but an old fashioned fight. And before you muster some stereotypical response that I have heard a million times before; take a lesson from Bryan Deas and realize that it isn’t going to work. The same bullshit didn’t work for him and it sure as hell isn’t going to work for someone with a track record as weak as yours, Styles. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be sharing a championship right now. You would be defending one of your own like I do week in and week out.
* James takes another drag from the blunt and removes his reading glasses. He glares directly into the camera lens *
Michael James: I know what you should do. Run away. Go into hiding and come back when you have found a way to remove your head from your ass. From where I’m sitting right now that’s how I see you, Styles. You’re backing the wrong horse and the worst part is you completely agree with everything I’ve said to this point. You don’t want to be a part of the douche nozzle family circus with Stu E Price. You want to be you and I can respect that. So why make an ass out of yourself when you know you can do better? I’ll tell you why. It’s because you can’t do any better. Just like Price you are a lost ####ing cause. You are an embarrassment to people like myself and Senester who are busy becoming the flagship players of the HWA. If this is the road you want to use to pave your career I’m not going to stop you. You have to let people learn from their mistakes. But that doesn’t seem to be working with you. No matter how many times I drive this knowledge into your ####ing brain, none of it seems to have any effect. It might not be your fault but that’s really none of my concern. All I know is you are putting yourself into a position where you don’t want to be. You can run your mouth and try to convince the ####ing world 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, Freddie. Jack and shit. 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 partnership with another incompetent douche bag that can barely stand on his own two feet. You might as well have nothing.
* He leans back in the chair and ashes the blunt once again. He puts up his feet and places the blunt on the tray. He reaches down to the side of his chair and picks something up from the floor. He brings up a large object covered with a silk sheet. He removes the sheet and reveals the All Star Championship lying across his lap *
Michael James: Styles, do us all a favor and take a hike because as you can tell no one is begging you to stick around. I can’t say the same for myself. My presence is obviously wanted otherwise I wouldn’t keep getting booked in high profile matches. I wouldn’t be the center of attention and I wouldn’t be the undefeated All Star Champion. I’m the man of the hour and even people that are supposed to hate me can’t help but admire the Personification of Perfection. People like Wisdom Parker that put up an artificial front in an effort to draw attention away from the oblivious truth. Is it my fault that I was born with the natural ability to achieve success? No, it’s not. Is it my fault I was given the gift of natural attraction to ninety nine percent of women I come across? Of course not. So why should I be blamed for having the natural ability to surpass a mindless imbecile like Freddie Styles? I have better things to do so this match isn’t just a waste of my time. It’s a slap in the ####ing face by Liz Shevington. But you know what? I’m fine with that. As a champion I have to learn to live with the cards I’ve been dealt. Otherwise I would have lost the title in under a month like Bryan Deas did with the world championship. No one is going to be taking this title from me. Not Deas, Price, Bridges, Fallen or even you, Styles. I’ve shown the world the kind of champion I am. Love me or hate me, I’m going to do what’s right for Michael James and the All Star Championship. Unlike you I have plans to be the face of this company for a damn long time so I take what I do very seriously. You’re comfortable being nothing more than a lowly canker sore between the ass cheeks of Stu E Price and that’s fine. You can happily settle at the bottom of the barrel like you always have.
* He points the remote towards the television and begins to run a program he previously recorded with his DVR. The cameras focus towards the television to show footage from the most recent edition of Havoc. Freddie Styles is seen inside of the ring facing off against his tag team partner Stu E Price. After exhaling some smoke from his mouth, James watches the match with pure skepticism *
Michael James: As much as it pains me to say this, Freddie Styles isn’t what you would call a pushover. He’s done a few things worth mentioning and knows his place in the company. I can respect that. I can appreciate the fact that he recognizes talent and doesn’t allow his ego to get in the way of his ability to perform as a professional. Unlike Douche Bag Deas, b###h Parker and Fallen; Styles isn’t a part of the old HWA. He’s a part of the new generation of talent just like I am and that’s exactly why I refuse to place him in the same category as the rest of those incompetent assholes. Just like me, Freddie Styles is a part of the company for the sole benefit of one person. Himself. Obviously, he will never be able to do half the things I have been able to because let’s face facts here. He’s good but he isn’t perfect. He might have the skills to score a few victories here and there but that can only take him so far. Otherwise he would be the World Heavyweight Champion right now instead of living with the work detail of being Stu E Price’s bottom b###h. Freddie Styles wants to rely on “heart” to define his character towards the general public. I’m not like that. You see, I don’t have a heart. I don’t need one. I never did. And if I do happen to need one I’ll just wait a few days and rip the one you’re using out of your ####ing chest. When we square off on Havoc you only have a limited amount of choices, Styles. Tuck tail and hide, lie down and accept defeat or reply at the last second with a steaming pile of crap. You’ve already proved to everyone just how predictable you can be and in this business that’s a recipe for disaster. If people know what you’re going to do you might as well quit while you’re ahead and avoid the embarrassment of a loss that could have been avoided.
* He snuffs out the blunt in the ash tray. He looks back towards the television and rolls his eyes when the footage shows Freddie Styles being announced as the winner of the match. He fast forwards the footage to his title defense against Bryan Deas. He picks up the All Star Championship and glares into the face plate *
Michael James: I want you to do me a favor in this encounter, Styles. Don’t take anything personally because this is strictly a matter of business for me. I have already stressed how I feel about this booking. It’s a waste of my time. For you, it’s a chance to prove to the world what you can accomplish against the best the company has to offer. Bryan Deas, Price and Judas Mercury had the same opportunity and everyone saw what I did to them. To me, you’re nothing more than a number. Just like those mother####ers there is nothing unique about you or your severely limited capabilities. You might be on a different level than the rest of the assholes I’ve faced in the past but that still doesn’t mean you can compare to a man who lives and breathes constant perfection. Let’s be honest with each other here, Styles.
* The camera stays locked on the television screen. James continues to speak while watching footage of Bryan Deas being viciously assaulted with the wallboard saw *
Michael James: You and I both know you can’t win this match. We both know you can’t honestly match wits and fists with the All Star Champion so why put forth the effort towards an impossible dream? We all know who runs the joint when it comes to being the best experienced wrestler and it sure as hell isn’t Freddie Styles. Think about it. What do you have to show for your efforts? Now I remember, not a ####ING thing. Talk is simply that my friend and you do it the best because you have hardly anything to back it up. And I’ll admit it, you’re no pushover. You’re good at what you do but you're not as good as you think. Go out and earn some actual respect and then come looking for a rivalry with me. If you want to stand as an equal with the Personification of Perfection you’re going to have to earn it the same way I have earned my flawless reputation. Unlike Shevington, I don’t lay down for anyone.
* He points the remote towards the television and powers it down. He casually stands up and moves towards the open door leading to the balcony of the hotel room. He steps out and drapes the All Star Championship over his shoulder while taking a moment to admire the view of downtown Chiyoda, Japan. The woman we saw from before steps out onto the balcony and wraps her arms around James from behind. She kisses the middle of his back where he has a tattoo written in Japanese text. The woman moves around to the front of James and drops down to her knees. She disappears from the frame *
Michael James: A few days ago I cut an interview where I was asked if I had any ultraviolent matches left in me. Anyone who knows anything about Michael James will tell you the same thing. I’m a man of my word. It doesn’t matter what the stipulation involves because I’m ready to overcome any obstacle they want to throw my way. Before I was the undefeated All Star Champion I was an undefeated King of the Deathmatch. If the HWA wants my assistance to help introduce the same unforgiving element into the company then I will have no problem doing that. Like I said before, this isn’t personal. It’s business. I’m giving people what they ask for because that’s what I’m paid to do. In the HWA, traditional wrestling is a thing of the ####ing past. You know why? It’s because people don’t want to pay top dollar to prove their loyalty to the relics of the olden days. If this was 1986 and the H was replaced with an N then it might be a profitable concept. But it isn’t 1986, is it Styles?
* We hear the woman release a slight moan. James staggers back a few inches as his eyes roll into the back of his head. A few seconds later he bites his bottom lip and gains control. He opens his eyes and continues to look out towards the city of Chiyoda *
Michael James: You can take your outdated traditions and stick them right back up your ass. The only tradition we follow is the ability to survive the unexpected at any given point in time. If you can’t do that then you might as well quit now. And despite what kind of bullshit you want to believe that’s what these ultraviolent matches are all about. It all comes down to which person in the fight has the ability to work past their own limitations for the sake of personal advancement. When you first arrived in the HWA you told everyone that you wanted no part of anything like that so we already know what you’re capable of doing, Styles. Nothing. Sure, you can stand next to Price and pretend to be a champion but what are you going to do when you have to rely on him to defend those titles? You know just as well as I do that it isn’t going to end well. Unlike me, you won’t be walking out with gold at the end of the night. You’ll be walking out with nothing but bitter humiliation and a loss you will never be able to recover. But you know what, Styles? I’m sure you’re prepared for that.
* His eyes roll into the back of his head again as he stumbles back a few inches. James reaches down and grabs a hand full of the woman’s hair. She continues to moan with sexual pleasure as he leans back with a devious expression on his face. Suddenly, his cell phone begins to ring. He reaches down and removes the phone from his pocket. The caller ID reads “Mia (HWA)”. James hands the phone to the woman and tells her to answer the call. She switches the mode of the phone to face time before answering the call *
Velvet: Hello?
* She says with a muffled tone in her voice *
Mia: Hi.
* She replies with slight confusion *
Mia: Can I speak to Michael?
Velvet: Sure. Just hold on a second and I’ll get him for you.
Mia: Is there any way you could repeat that? I think we may have a bad connection.
* She hands the phone to James *
Michael James: I think you may be confused, Mia. The connection is fine on my end.
Mia: Okay, that’s better. I can hear you now. Who was that by the way?
Michael James: Velvet.
Mia: Okay. Is she the blonde or the redhead you had at the last show?
* James laughs for a moment *
Michael James: You really want to know? Here, I’ll show you.
* James points the camera down so Mia has full view of Velvet giving him a blowjob. Mia’s reaction of verbal disgust is clearly heard coming from the phone. She hangs up on him before he has a chance to reply. He holds the phone to his ear *
Michael James: Does that answer your question? Hello?
* His eyes roll into the back of his head once again while the back of Velvet’s head is seen moving up and down at a rapid pace. He pulls the phone away from his ear and drops it on the ground. A sudden static feed cuts out the promo *
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