05/07/2013
Black Eye Entertainment | Production Studio
Chicago, Illinois
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* We open with a slow fade setting the scene on the editing floor of Black Eye Entertainment Production Studio in Chicago, Illinois. Michael James is found comfortably sitting in a leather recliner inside of his newly renovated personal office. As usual, he has a Cuban cigar gripped between his teeth and the remote control for his 50 inch plasma screen television in his hand. He begins flipping through various channels until stopping upon sight of what appears to be a message from some type of terrorist faction. He removes the cigar from his mouth and turns up the volume *
* Being an open minded individual open to various types of humor, James begins to laugh at the skit as he ashes the cigar in a tray to the side of his chair. He exhales some smoke from his nostrils and continues to flip through a few different YouTube channels. He stops once again upon sight of the HWA emblem. He begins to browse through the most recent updates and he pulls up a promo that was posted by Michael Kosh. He allows the footage to play as he watches with pure skepticism. A few seconds into the presentation James begins to nod off as if Kosh’s material was putting him to sleep. He mutters to himself in Japanese and continues to look through the recent posts. James begins to watch the promo posted by Shakir in order to establish a first time impression of his fellow heel *
Michael James: This should be interesting.
* After hearing the mention of his name, James removes his sunglasses and begins to watch with his full attention. He takes a drag from the cigar and leans forward in his chair. As he exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils, James grows a devious smile on his face showing his obvious approval of Shakir’s dialogue. He puts the remote down on a table next to his chair and allows the footage to run in its entirety *
Michael James: Sometimes, people have an unusual way of surprising you when you least expect it. Whether it’s the question of someone’s personal integrity or just the way they chose to present themselves, everyone has the right to make their own choices. Granted, not everyone has the common sense or intelligence to make the right decisions. That’s why we have douche bags like Steve Angel claiming victory for things he will never do. Steve decided to make the mindless decision of spitting out my name and now he’s exactly where I said he would be after the battle royal. At the back of the ####ing line wishing he could have done something to prevent his own personal shame. He can blame me, Shakir, Draconis, or even God if that’s what he needs to do to sleep at night. It isn’t going to change the way things are or eliminate the humiliating loss that cost Fallen his only shot at my All Star Championship. Steve has no one to blame but himself. It might not be fair in his opinion but I don’t think Shevington cares about that. She wants a quality match at Road to Ruin and now she’s going to get one thanks to Michael James and Freddie Styles. But you know what? I have to hand it to Angel. He put forth a great effort--
* James begins to laugh in the middle of his speech *
Michael James: Who the #### are we kidding? Steve Angel is a piece of shit. When you present half assed material you get half assed results. Unfortunately for Angel, that’s just the person he has become. If he wants to run his mouth with the same drivel for months on end it’s going to do nothing for him in the long run. He thought he was going to win the battle royal. He didn’t do that. He thought he was going to be the next one to face me for the championship but he isn’t going to do that either. He belongs at the bottom of the barrel so hopefully this time he will be able to process the consequences of his stupid mistakes. Either way, he isn’t my problem anymore. Even if he decides to post some predictable response to this very promo none of his words will amount to a ####ing thing. I’m still the champ and he’s still a lowly piece of shit trying to recover from a lifetime of bitter embarrassment. I didn’t suffer a loss in my match on Havoc. Unlike Fallen, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I pushed Butch Parker to his limits. On Havoc, I proved to the company why I deserve to be the World Heavyweight Champion.
* James leans to the side and lifts an object from the table. He reveals the spiked glove that was used in his match against Parker and Claus. He slides the glove onto his hand *
Michael James: Some people might not agree with my methods. That’s why I always follow the general rule to ignore the opinions of idiots and assholes. Parker wanted to run his mouth about “kicking my arse” so you know what I did? I gave him a small dose of poison just to show him that I’m not ####ing around. He might not have seen it coming but you know what? I don’t really give a shit. He thought it was a good idea to blindside me a few weeks back so I thought it would be a good idea to rip open his ####ing scalp. But unlike Parker, I’m not going to sit here and brag about his humiliation and torment as if it were some type of personal victory. You know why? I’m better than that. I’m better than him and everyone ####ing knows it. I can take anything I want from that asshole at any point in time. Annie Oakley said it best, Butch. Anything you can do I can do better.
* He removes the glove from his hand. He places it on the table and takes another drag from the cigar *
Michael James: I wanted the Parker family to be exposed as the bigots that they are and thanks to the miracle of social media I was able to make it happen. I told them both that I wasn’t a man to be ####ed up but they didn’t want to listen. They responded with racism and disrespect about a man they knew nothing about. They could have acted like respectful adults and approached the situation from a professional standpoint. But like always, they couldn’t do that. You know why? There is nothing professional or respectful about either one of them. Butch doesn’t deserve to be the World Champion and Wisdom doesn’t deserve the ability to spread her infections around the locker room at will. I don't know about the rest of you but I plan to do something about it. I don’t care if it takes me two weeks or two years, I’m on a personal mission to secure of much needed dismissal of Butch and Wisdom Parker from the HWA roster.
* He places the cigar in his mouth and leans back in his chair while Shakir’s footage continues to run. He exhales smoke from his mouth and nostrils while taking notice of Shakir’s direct approach towards the All Star Champion *
I extend my hand to you as a fellow man, as a friend, and as a warrior who has a common enemy in all the rest of the infidels that are on the HWA roster
* He removes the cigar from his mouth and places it on the ash tray. He looks away from the television and admires the All Star Championship that is found resting on top of his desk. He turns his attention back to the television with his focus directed on Shakir *
Michael James: Here is a man I can consider a quality adversary. You want to know why? It’s quite simple, really. Shakir has been the first person to approach me with some common ####ing decency since my arrival in the HWA. Instead of displaying the usual routine involving imaginary intimidation, he put forth an intention of mutual respect between two professionals. Instead of making some bullshit claim on my title he acknowledged my natural born talent to thrive as a champion. Unlike Fallen and Butch Parker, Shakir displays the type of admirable qualities worthy of a champion. Unlike those tired ####ing douche bags, he has the ability to comprehend the consequences of his actions. I don’t care if he’s a terrorist or just straight up homicidal. If he can get the job done, that’s the only thing that matters to the Personification of Perfection.
* James moves out of the recliner and casually approaches the desk. He picks up the championship and begins to polish the faceplate with the palm of his hand *
Michael James: Since the moment I signed with HWA, I’ve been on my own. I never had anyone to watch my back or aid in my war against a cluster#### of pathetic opponents. And I was fine with that. I never asked for help because I didn’t need it. From where I’m sitting the requirement of assistance is kind of like admitting your weaknesses. Personally, I never had that problem because I don’t have any weaknesses. I have always had a way of staying ahead of the competition where useless assholes like Bryan Deas and Stu E Price can barely stay active. And just like Shakir, I have always been cross judged and ridiculed because of my race. No matter where I went or who I was booked against, no one wanted to see a Japanese man representing the company. But I didn’t care about that. I did what comes natural and I was rewarded for my efforts. Now that I’m recognized as the best All Star Champion in the history of the HWA, everyone wants a piece of Michael James. But you know what? Thanks to Senester and Shakir that isn’t going to happen.
* James drapes the All Star Championship over his shoulder and moves back to the recliner. He sits back down and in the chair and gets comfortable *
Michael James: Just like we saw with the downfall of Steve Angel, no one is in control of this championship except for the champion. And that’s me. I made a random comment about facing Freddie Styles at Road to Ruin and now I’m going to be facing him instead of you, Steve. It’s like I’ve said time and time again. When I speak, people listen. When I say I’m going to do something, it ####ing happens. If Fallen had just taken a moment to pull his head out of his ass and listen he probably could have avoided this entire situation. But as we all know, Steve Angel isn’t a smart man so he didn’t do that. He gave us numerous promos filled with nothing but meaningless bullshit thinking it was actually keeping him ahead of the curve. Just like Bryan Deas, I told him to go back to the drawing board and find a new approach. Fallen didn’t want to do that and now his value to the company is less than a piece of shit like Michael Kosh. It might not be the outcome that people were expecting but that’s what happens when you give credit to a mindless imbecile like Steve Angel.
* James carefully snuffs out the cigar on the side of the tray *
Michael James: As far as Shakir’s invitation of brotherhood is concerned, I would be an idiot not to take advantage of this opportunity. And don’t get me wrong. I have always been known to work better alone than with others. But you know what? I think I’m willing to make a few sacrifices for the greater good in this case. If I was someone like Butch Parker chances are it would be completely out of the question. But since I’m not a racist asshole, I’m going to accept Shakir as my equal. It might not seem ethical to people but I don’t really care. I’m always going to do what’s best for Michael James and my All Star Championship. And right now, teaming up with the best the company has to offer seems like a damn good idea to me. If that’s what has to be done in order to terminate the stink of the HWA roster, so be it. I’ll do what has to be done and move on to the next obstacle like I have so many times in the past. And yes, Butch, I know you will just tell me that I’m wrong and I’m destined for failure. But you know what’s so hilarious about that? You and Wisdom said the exact same thing less than a year ago and now I’m not only the undefeated All Star Champion. I’m highest paid name on the payroll. Is it a coincidence that you continuously prove to be full of shit or is it some kind of cerebral defect? Whatever the case may be, do us both a favor and get it fixed soon because I don’t want to be held legally responsible for the annihilation of a mentally challenged douche bag. You need to understand something, asshole. Your problems are of no concern to me. The only thing I care about is keeping my flawless record in tact while taking possession of the World Heavyweight Championship. If I end up breaking your neck in order to make it happen, who cares? The HWA will be rid of you in exchange for a World Champion that people can actually respect.
* He reaches down towards the floor and opens what appears to be a mini refrigerator. James opens the door and removes a beer from top shelf. He closes it and removes the cap from the top of the bottle. James takes a swig of the beer and slams it down on top of the table *
Michael James: Right now, I have a handful of incompetent assholes gunning for my championship. But when I look around the locker room at every single one of them I see nothing but shit. None of them can measure up to the expectations I have come to expect from my opponents and that factor alone is make it make it seriously difficult for any of them to present an actual challenge. First we have Freddie Styles, one half of the HWA Tag Team Champions. A few weeks back I beat him in single’s competition so doing it again at Road to Ruin won’t be a problem for me. Next, we have Fallen. He had a chance to compete for the title and he basically flushed it down the toilet due to his own stupidity. If he could just listened to reason instead of cutting promos filled with outdated material things might have turned out differently. Next, we turn the focus towards the last pain in my ass, William Draconis. To be completely honest I don’t know a thing about this douche. As far as I can tell, he has the same talent for mocking Steve Angel that I have perfected over the last month. I really wanted to respect this guy. Unfortunately for Will, it turns out that he’s just another unoriginal asshole foaming at the mouth with the same empty promises I hear from everyone else. I kind of expected more from him but as we saw in his last promo, there isn’t much you can expect from an illiterate piece of shit. If he wants to be taken seriously by anyone in the company, he’s going to need to change his game entirely. Otherwise, he’s going to be nothing more than another throwaway making the same stupid mistakes that cost his ex boyfriend a shot at my championship.
* The camera zooms in on James so the frame only has a shot of the championship resting across his chest *
Michael James: First of all, douche nozzle, it’s not an “Al-Stars” title. It’s the HWA ALL STAR CHAMPIONSHIP. My name isn’t Al and we don’t have multiple people defending the title at once so if you’re going to talk about my property I suggest you learn the ####ing name. Your buddy Fallen made the same mistake and I decided to correct him with a kick to the ####ing mouth. And you know what? The same thing can happen to you when you are least expecting it. It’s like I said before. I don’t know shit about you and from where you’re sitting that’s not a very safe place to be. Ask around and everyone will tell you the same thing. I’m the new blood, the hot ticket, the official flagship image of the HWA. Who the #### are you, Draconis? As far as I can tell you’re nothing more than another carbon copy of every other pathetic asshole trying to claim something that doesn’t belong to them.
* He carefully smacks the face plate of the championship signaling the object of everyone’s attention *
Michael James: Do yourself a favor and find a new gimmick because I’ve seen it all before. Do you want to know what I see when I look at you, Will? I see Steve Angel. I see Bryan Deas. I see Heckler, Kosh, Mercury and every useless piece of shit I’ve had to run through in order to become the champion I am today. And you know something else? I’m not impressed in the slightest. You really want a shot at my championship? Tough shit. As far as I’m concerned you get nothing until you can prove yourself to the rest of the company. Bryan Deas had to “move mountains” just to earn his chance to lose to Michael James so why should you be any different? And please don’t tell me it’s because you’re “better than him” because clearly you aren’t. If that was the case you would have had something meaningful to say instead of the usual pile of crap I hear from everyone else.
* The angle zooms out to a full frame view of James sitting in the chair. He takes another sip of his beer and picks up the remote control. He begins scanning through the Havoc archives until stopping on the most recent edition. James runs footage from the segment with William Draconis and Fallen following the battle royal. He sets down the remote *
Michael James: I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. Just like Butch, Wisdom, Styles and everyone else you’re just another name on the list. I told people a long time ago that I plan to hold the All Star Championship for a very long time. And you know what? That isn’t going to change because of you, Will. You don’t have superhuman abilities so you don’t have what it takes to perform in the same league as me. The temporary World Champion can barely hang with me so you obviously have to ways to go before you can even be considered to be anything past mid card status. You just need to stop for a second and realize exactly who you are dealing with here. I’m not your average dose. I’m not some weak minded imbecile like Fallen or Bryan Deas. I’m the only undefeated name on the roster. More importantly, I’m the best All Star Champion in the history of the HWA. Do you really think you’re going to be the one to put my undeniable streak to an end? No, I didn’t think so. If someone as weak as Bryan Deas couldn’t do it than you sure as Hell don’t stand a chance. You need to focus on one thing and that’s earning your position in the company. You made an ass out of Fallen. Congratulations. Mission accomplished. Now you need to decide whether you want to continue repeating his mistakes or begin making an effort to earn my respect. Deep down, I think you know what you need to do. But you know what? It takes more than brute strength and pointless aggression to make the right move. It requires cunning, skill and intelligence. You haven’t shown any of those qualities in your material. As far as I can tell, you’re no better than Steve Angel.
* James slams the beer down, lays the championship across his lap and continues watching the segment from Havoc. He rolls his eyes upon sight of William’s dialogue. He begins to fast forward towards his handicap match against Butch Parker and Santa Claus. His cell phone begins to ring with an alert informing of a new message in his inbox. He pulls up the message and begins to browse through his inbox until coming to an unread email from Liz Shevington. He clicks on the message and begins to read a release that was sent out regarding his participation on the next edition of Havoc. After reading through the entire message he closes the browser and drops his phone on top of the table *
Michael James: Right now, things are going my way. I’m the hottest commodity in the history of the HWA and the best All Star Champion that people have ever seen. The haters and douche bags can say what they want but the truth is there isn’t a ####ing soul on the roster that can do what I do. So far, no one has been able to prove me wrong. No one has been able to make a dent in my flawless record and that isn’t going to change anytime soon. I’m the undefeated champ for a ####ing reason and it isn’t because of luck. When I defeated Judas Mercury to become the All Star Champion, no one would have expected me to hold the title as long as I have. But you know what? That’s what I do. I prove people wrong. I take the expectations of others and I jam it down their ####ing throats. Fallen expected to be the winner of the battle royal and I told him he couldn’t get the job done. In the end, I was right about everything. He lost the match, he lost his opportunity and he lost the only hope of success he had left for his pathetic career. Wisdom Parker expected me to just sit around and allow her to disgrace the company’s name with pointless acts of childish bigotry. But you know what? I put a stop to that as well. It’s like I said a long time ago. I’m in control. I make the rules and I call the ####ing shots.
* James downs the rest of his beer and carelessly drops the bottle on the floor as he moves out of the recliner. He takes a few steps towards the camera lens, drapes the title over his shoulder making sure to keep one hand gripping the leather strap of his All Star Championship *
Michael James: Another thing I’m known for is ending careers. If I think someone is stepping out of line and need some time on the shelf then I have no choice but to give it to them. I ended the careers of both Judas Mercury and Bryan Deas because it was something that had to be done. They didn’t want to put forth one hundred percent and now they aren’t doing a damn thing. The same tragedy can happen to anyone at anytime depending how far they want to try and push me. Hopefully, it won’t have to come to that when I face Freddie Styles at Road to Ruin. Hopefully, Styles will accept his second defeat to me with dignity and we can both go our separate ways. But let’s get serious here. Everyone knows that isn’t going to happen. You want to know why? Styles pointless ego won’t allow it. Just like Fallen and everyone else begging for a shot at my championship, he wants to be the one to do the impossible. But much like my hopes of presenting a quality encounter with a complete professional, that isn’t going to happen either. And I’m fine with that. If he wants to turn this into an all out brawl, we can do that. If he wants me to paint the canvas with his blood, we can do that too. The only thing Freddie will be taking away from this experience is yet another loss to a man he will never measure up to. It might not be the outcome he was looking for but that’s what happens when you try to do the impossible. Stick to what you’re good at, Styles. After you lose to me at Road to Ruin you should be more than happy serving the rest of your days in the HWA as Stu E Price’s bottom b###h.
* James grows a smile on his face and covers the lens with the palm of his hand. The image goes black and a few seconds later we cut to a static feed *
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