* We open a few hours after a scheduled HWA house show. The cameras move to the backstage area and directly towards the front door of Liz Shevington’s office. A hand reaches forward and knocks on the door causing it to slowly creak open. We move through the open doorway and instantly come into contact with the aroma of burning tobacco. The chair behind the desk is facing away from the cameras while a cloud of smoke is seen rising from the other side. The chair swivels around and instead of gaining sight of Shevington, viewers discover the HWA All Star Champion comfortably seated in her chair. He has a cigar gripped between his teeth and the All Star Championship draped over his shoulder. He removes the cigar from his mouth and ashes it on the floor. He picks up a remote control and uses it to begin browsing channels on Shevington’s plasma television. He goes to the HWA YouTube page and begins looking through a variety of recent promos. James clicks on the most recent one from Butch and Wisdom Parker. Two minutes into the presentation, he begins to yawn due to the boring nature of Wisdom’s material. Michael James takes another drag from the cigar while watching the footage *
Michael James: I’ve always been known as a man of integrity. It didn’t matter who I was facing or what the circumstances came down to, I always had the ability to outsmart the competition. So far, I haven’t had any problems doing that with any of my opponents in the HWA. And despite what they want to believe Butch and Wisdom Parker are no different. Instead of facing me like the champion he claims to be, Butch will tuck his dick between his legs and rely on Wisdom to do the talking for both of them. And you know what? I’m fine with that. If that’s the kind of laughable legacy he wants to leave behind then it’s really none of my concern. All I want from Butch is for him to stop hiding like a b###h and learn how to face his problems like a ####ing man. He had no problems running his mouth before but now that things are getting close to our match at Road to Ruin, he’s trying to best to avoid the humiliation of his first loss to the Personification of Perfection. Instead of standing on his own two feet and making his usual efforts to deny my truthful intentions, he sends a cockeyed transvestite out to spit a plethora of fraudulent bullshit. What Butch needs to realize is that I’m not going to be facing his malignant wife at Road to Ruin. I’m going to be facing him in a grudge match so anything Wisdom has to say is ####ing irrelevant to anyone. Until Butch can muster the strength to step out from behind Wisdom’s bulging testicles and stand up for himself no one is going to take him seriously. Don’t get me wrong. If someone needs a random douche bag to babysit their snot nosed kids, Butch is the man for the job. Other than that he’s ####ing useless. He isn’t a hero. He’s a joke. He’s a clown. He’s the worst excuse for a world champion I have ever seen.
* He directs his attention towards the plasma screen with an expression of disgust upon the sound of Wisdom speaking his name *
Michael James: You know what they say, #####. Deny until you die. Judging what I’ve seen from your personality, you don’t seem to be a very big fan of actuality. And you know something? There’s nothing wrong with that. The world is a sick ####ing place and not many people can grasp the concept of basic reality. You happen to be one of those people, Wisdom. Just like in elementary school you believe that if you deny something over and over people will eventually start to buy your bullshit. Well, I hate to break it to you but this isn’t elementary school and the truth isn’t going to suddenly change in accordance to your pathetic expectations. Just face facts, b###h. You’re never going to beat Michael James. If you were destined to achieve the impossible you would have done it by now. But you can’t perform miracles, can you, #####? I didn’t think so. And you know something else? Neither can Butch Parker. So despite all of the meaningless shit you spit my way none of it is going to make a difference at Road to Ruin. No matter how much you praise his name I’m still going to give Butch Parker the beating of a lifetime. No matter how many times you claim his premeditated victory over me, I’m still going to be walking out of this event with a victory over your moronic husband. Is it my fault this is the man you chose to blame for your unadulterated infidelity? No, it’s not. If you want to get knocked up by some random crack head and claim Butch as the “father”, it’s your own damn business. What happens at the trailer park stays at the trailer park. Just do us all a favor and keep it there because no one wants to hear about your pointless bullshit. Try keeping your trap shut for once. Who knows, Wisdom? You might learn something.
* James leans back in the chair and props his feet up on the desk *
Michael James: Yeah, right. Everyone knows that isn’t going to happen. It’s kind of like asking Wisdom to keep her legs shut and everyone knows that DEFINITELY isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Butch and Wisdom Parker are commonly referred to as a lost cause. They can talk about their claims of greatness until they’re blue in the face. Sooner or later they’re going to have to realize that none of it is doing anything for either one of them. When Wisdom said that Butch would beat Senester at Blood, Sweat and Tears, her claims of bullshit cost Butch the World Heavyweight Championship. But the moment her presence is taken out of the entire equation he manages to achieve the impossible. Personally, I think Butch would be much better off without the everlasting rash of Wisdom Parker. But as we all know, Butch is also the type of man who requires the pathetic presence of a female to achieve any kind of confidence or personal success. So it’s like I said before. When you put the two of them together it’s kind of like mixing a recipe for disaster. In this case, disaster happens to be replaced by definite failure due to the lack of basic intelligence. But you know what? It’s not my fault and it’s not my problem. The only concern I have right now is the guaranteed genocide of Butch Parker and my shot at the HWA World Heavyweight Championship. After I secure my victory over Butch at Road to Ruin, Shevington will have no choice but to give me exactly what I’ve been asking for. And if she doesn’t I’ll be sure to do to the same thing to Butch that I did to Bryan Deas so she will be forced to vacate the championship. If I can’t have the title, no one should. No one in the HWA can do what I do and everyone ####ing knows it.
* James turns his attention away from the television and spots an assortment of historical items mounted on the wall. He stands up and moves away from the desk. He approaches the wall and begins to sneer at a few different photographs of Butch Parker. He builds up some phlegm in his throat and releases a wad of spit from his mouth. It lands directly on a photograph featuring Shevington having dinner with Butch and Wisdom Parker *
Michael James: Many times in the past people have stated that I tend to exceed their spineless expectations. And you know something? That’s fine with me. Unlike those untalented assholes I actually have something meaningful to say. I’m not some run of the mill piece of shit like Steve Angel or Michael Kosh that’s only going to be around long enough to annoy a few people. Unlike those assholes, I’m an undefeated champion. The best they can hope for is to continue talking about being champions with no chance of actual success. Ask anyone and they will tell you the same thing. I’m the biggest name in the company and the undisputed future of the HWA. Freddie Styles found out first hand what happens when you question me. You lose. Not only that, but you get suffer through the embarrassment of hearing about it afterwards. I just don’t defeat my opponents. I make it my personal duty to make a laughing joke out of their efforts. I have a created a full time job out of ending careers and so far no one has been able to do anything to stop me. Judas Mercury? I took his championship and put him on the shelf without breaking a ####ing sweat. Bryan Deas? I broke both of his legs and turned into him the HWA’s official paraplegic. These things are easy for me so why shouldn’t I enjoy doing them? If I’m going to be compensated for acts of violence towards other people I might as well enjoy what I do. Otherwise, what’s the point in any of this? Do you really think Steve Angel and Butch Parker enjoy getting paid to look like imbeciles? Probably not. If that’s the best they can do so they as well make the best of it. Personally, I wouldn’t know how to take pride in the concept of individual deterioration. For some reason, Steve Angel and Butch Parker seem to have no problems adjusting to their own constant failure.
* He looks towards the top of the wall and spots a replica of the HWA World Championship placed inside of a locked glass case. James reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a large chain. He wraps it around his fist and punches through the front of the case. After wiping away shreds of broken glass he removes the championship. He takes a moment to glare into the face plate with a devious expression on his face. He wraps the championship around his waist and secures the back. He releases a deep sigh and looks directly into the lens *
Michael James: Much better.
* He takes a drag from his cigar and exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils *
Michael James: Coming from my levels of experience involving the art of physical warfare, the concept of initial victory has always come down to making the right decisions. If you can’t apply basic intellect under pressure you might as well arrive prepared for disappointment. Butch Parker’s life has always been like that because he refuses to accept the ramifications of his mistakes. If you live your life like a loser bad things are bound to happen. When he was forced to make sacrifices for the company, he turned his back on everyone because that’s what Wisdom wanted him to do. As much as he wants to deny the obvious truth, Butch Parker isn’t just an artificial human being, he’s a ####ing turncoat. And I’m not going to sit here and try to bullshit anyone. I’m an asshole. It’s probably safe to say I’m one of the most outspoken heels in the history of the company. But does that mean I would turn my back on everyone for the sake of a two dollar blowjob from a transvestite? Hell no. Unlike Butch, I’m completely loyal to this company. I’ve always been a man of my word and that isn’t going to change anytime soon. Butch can deny his treachery as much as he wants but everyone knows what kind of manipulative person he has proven to be. He refuses to live with his mistakes and then he expects to be rewarded for his lies. I don’t make stupid mistakes and I don’t make promises that I can’t keep. When I signed with the company I promised everyone that I was going to change things to fit my specifications. I promised Mercury I was going to end his career and a few days later he was gone like a ####ing fart in the wind. If Butch Parker wants to avoid following the same career path he will come to his senses and show me the respect I deserve.
* We hear movement near the doorway. The arena’s janitor, a Spanish man in his mid 50’s, is seen entering the room with a mop bucket. He looks down at the floor where the shattered glass from the broken case landed. He then looks up at Michael James with a confused expression on his face. He begins speaking to James in Spanish *
Michael James: Huh?
* The janitor begins to reply in what appears to be an angered tone while speaking Spanish and pointing towards the glass on the floor. James takes a drag from the cigar and ashes it on the floor in front of the man. The janitor continues to yell at James while pointing toward a sign on the wall that reads “No Smoking”. James exhales the smoke into the man’s face and begins insulting him in Japanese. He grabs the mop from the janitor and snaps it across his knee. James gives the man a back handed slap across the face causing him to drop to the floor. The janitor quickly gets to his feet and moves away from Shevington’s office while speaking to someone on a small radio. James casually moves back to the chair and takes a seat. He inhales another drag from the cigar *
Michael James: As much as it pains Butch to actually face his problems, Road to Ruin is only going to have one possible outcome for the current World Champion. Bitter and shameful defeat. The World Championship might not be on the line but that makes no difference to either one of us at this point. One man will be announced the winner while the other is declared the ultimate loser. To someone like you Butch, this match is nothing more than another way to avoid the inevitable loss of the only decent thing you have left in your pathetic life. For someone like me, it’s a chance to prove to everyone which one of us truly deserves to be the World Heavyweight Champion. After everything is said and done I will still be the All Star Champion, I will still be undefeated and I will still be better than Butch Parker. I told that egomaniacal ass bag Freddie Styles the same thing but he didn’t listen to me either. Now he’s going to have to put himself through another loss at my hands when he could have avoided the whole situation. Butch is kind of like Freddie. He doesn’t like the idea of basic education. He doesn’t want to learn anything from anyone because he thinks he knows everything. I’m not like that. I have always encouraged developmental education and everything it has to offer. That’s why I’m the most respected champion in the HWA. People want a victory over me because it holds more value than anything Parker can offer to anyone. People don’t care about Parker because they know what he’s like. He will talk a lot of shit and then try to hide from his problems. Soon enough, those fears are going to get the best of Butch Parker. The yellow streak will appear and he will retreat like he always does. It happened once before at Blood, Sweat and Tears and my money says it will happen again at Road to Ruin.
* The telephone on Shevington’s desk begins to ring. James picks it up and brings the receiver to his ear *
Voice: This is Jerry with Vanderheight Security. Who is this?
* James replies in Japanese *
Voice: We received a call a few minutes ago regarding a break in at this location. I’m going to ask you one more time. Who am I speaking to?
* James replies in Japanese once again *
Voice: Okay, I’ve heard enough. See you soon, prick.
* The man hangs up and ends the call. James pulls the receiver away from his ear and places it down on its base. He exhales some smoke from his nostrils as he leans back in the chair. He continues watching footage of recent promos as the most recent one cut by William Draconis begins to play. James watches with sheer skepticism *
“I’m trying to understand you are you afraid of Fallen or do you care less about the man?”
* James scoffs for a second before looking back up at the plasma screen *
Michael James: There are only a few things in life that I can personally consider to be the direct subject of fear. Death, obviously, is the main concern everyone has. Kidney stones would probably be another one. Falling off a fifty foot bridge onto flat pavement covered in broken glass from Wisdom Parker’s snatch also comes to mind. But when it comes to someone like Steve Angel, the first reaction will always be uncontrollable laugher. You want to know why? He’s a ####ing clown. Granted, there are a lot of people out there that have a fear of clowns but unfortunately for Angel, I’m not one of those people. So to answer your oblivious question William, no, I don’t fear your former boyfriend. If anything I kind of feel sorry for the guy for being the way he is. I gave him a chance to prove himself and just like I expected, he failed to get the job done. In my eyes, he’s just another meaningless name taking up space at the bottom rung of the ladder. He’s just like Heckler, Kosh and Bryan Deas. He’s a ####ing nobody and that’s the best he can ever hope to be. Any douche nozzle can fill up a promo with other people’s material and apparently that’s the only thing Fallen is capable of doing. We both know what Steve is like, Draconis. He’s a certified idiot. You know what that means? We both have better things to be doing than wasting time on Steve Angel. I’m in the middle of a war with the world champion while you and Shakir have the potential to become the next Tag Team Champions. I don’t know about you William but that seems a lot more important than anything involving a piece of shit like Steve Angel. If someone acts like a spoiled child than they shouldn’t be surprised when people treat them like imbeciles. Steve Angel is a perfect example of that. So you know what? He shouldn’t be surprised when I refuse to acknowledge him as serious competition. I’m the champion, he isn’t. I’m recognized as flagship material. He isn’t. Fallen is just another mindless douche with no possible future.
* The phone on the desk begins to ring once again. James reaches forward and rips the telephone away from the desk in an effort to end the call. He drops the phone on the floor and snuffs out his cigar on the top of Shevington’s desk. James leans forward and adjusts his tinted glasses *
Michael James: Think about it, Dubya. If you and the Sheik took the championships from Stu and Styles, our entire faction would be covered in gold. I would be the undisputed dual champion and the two of you could conquer the entire tag team division. I don’t know about you but that sounds like an excellent plan to me. Why waste your time with a piece of shit like Angel when you could be doing things of actual importance? Don’t get me wrong. I know you have a vendetta to worry about but let’s be honest with each other. It isn’t going to take a lot of effort to put Angel on the shelf. I think between the three of us he would end up as a corpse before landing a single punch. What’s he going to do then? Compete for the All Star Championship from the confines of an iron lung? I don’t think so. Unless Steve Angel can find a way to bring a ####ing machine gun to the ring he might as well settle with the bottom rung. I know he isn’t going to like it but I don’t really give a ####. In my book he has zero credibility when it comes to anything and that’s why I talk about him the way that I do. He lied to me when he said he was going to win the battle royal. He lied when he said he was going to face me for the All Star Championship. Steve Angel is exactly like Butch Parker. He’s a bold faced lair. I’m the complete opposite. I’m a man of my word and a champion that the people are forced to respect. Unlike Steve Angel, I don’t have to steal other people’s material to use as a secret weapon. I can use my own material and easily walk out with gold around my waist. Angel had the opportunity to do that and he blew it. Now he’s in a mode of desperation so there’s no telling what kind of immature bullshit he’s going to pull next.
* James reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out his cell phone. He brings it to his ear and dials a random number. He begins speaking to someone in Japanese. A few seconds later he ends the call and places the phone back inside of his jacket *
Michael James: Personally, I could really care less what his next attempt is going to be. I don’t have the time or patience to waste on people that hold no importance to the company. Angel isn’t a champion and he never will be. He might be a serious pain in the ass but a talented performer he is not. He will never be able to perform anywhere remotely close to the same level as me. The truth is Fallen can barely hold his own against the likes of Heckler, Koch, Deas and Stu E Price so it’s going to be a while until he can even consider himself to be in the same league as the All Star Champion. He had his chance and he ####ed up. That’s all there is to it. He can blame people and whine about his losses until he’s blue in the face but none of it will change the course of history. The only thing it will do is keep him in the same pathetic spot that kept him from achieving any type of actual progression. It’s like I said before. That’s who he is now. That’s the person he has become and there’s nothing anyone can do to change him. Apparently, he likes being at the bottom. Otherwise, he would find a way to present his material beyond the mind frame of a ####ing child. He can’t do that because he doesn’t have the mental capabilities to make it happen. In Japan, we were always taught to apply intelligence and common intellect to everything we do. In Nebraska, if someone can make it halfway through the alphabet they’re usually handed a college degree. That’s the difference between Steve Angel and Michael James. He is known for his blatant stupidity while I’m known for my astonishing success. I’m an undefeated champion and he’s a chump at the back of the line. Until he is able to produce something with some actual talent, he might as well consider himself dead to the Personification of Perfection.
* The cameras cut to the hallway where three large men wearing security outfits are seen making their way towards Shevington’s office. They are armed with batons, stun guns and pepper spray. They barge into the office through the open doorway and stop in their tracks. The cameras move inside of the room to show five large Japanese men wearing designer suits surrounding the desk like a pack of wolves. They are wearing sunglasses identical to ones worn by James. A few of them are armed with handguns. One of the Japanese men inch toward the lead security guard while gripping the handle of his gun *
Michael James: Is there something I can do for you gentlemen?
Guard: Okay. So now you speak English. That’s convenient. I don’t know what the #### you people are doing in here but you gotta go.
Michael James: And why is that?
Guard: Because it’s private property and you’re trespassing. That’s why. You don’t have permission--
* The Japanese man standing in front of the guard quickly places a blade to his throat. Before either of the other two guards can react, three of men next standing next to James rush the guards with guns drawn. The lead guard being harassed with the knife begins to sweat as James approaches him in a casual manner *
Michael James: You see this?
* He points to the face plate of the All Star Championship *
Michael James: This title grants me access to do anything I ####ing want. For example, if I wanted to hire a gang of hookers and have an orgy on Shevington’s desk, it’s none of your damn business. I don’t care who you are or what company it is you work for because your services are no longer required.
* James grows a disgusted expression on his face *
Michael James: You guys smell that? I think our new friend here just went and shit himself.
* He inches towards the guard and quickly moves away after inhaling a sample of his horrible scent *
Michael James: Yep. He shit himself.
* While the Japanese men begin to laugh the lead guard grows an embarrassed expression on his face while sweat continues to run down his forehead *
Michael James: Get this disgusting asshole out of my sight.
* The Japanese men force the security guards out of the office. They close the door and allow James a moment of privacy to continue work on the promo. He removes the World Championship from around his waist and drops it on top of Shevington’s desk *
Michael James: If I was someone like Freddie Styles or Steve Angel, I could just take the championship and claim it as my own. But since I’m nothing like either one of those worthless mother####ers, I’m not going to do that. I didn’t have to steal the All Star Championship from Judas Mercury so taking the World Championship from Butch Parker isn’t going to be that much of a challenge for me. For losers like Bryan Deas, Steve Angel and Freddie Styles, hopes of one day becoming the world champion eventually become nothing short of an impossible dream. For someone like me, an undefeated champion and worldwide role model, it’s just another day of the week. Ever since I arrived in the HWA, Butch and Wisdom Parker have tried their best to keep me down. So far, none of their efforts have worked. When they said I would fail to achieve victory at Blood, Sweat and Tears I proved them wrong by walking out with the All Star Championship. A few weeks later, I began to defend that championship against the same people they claimed would be too much for me to handle. When it comes to Michael James and the Parker family, I will always have the upper hand. You want to know why? I’m smart and they’re ####ing clueless. I have the talent and the skill to succeed where they can barely make it past people like Steve Angel. Butch Parker is going to eventually settle with the fact that he has no choice but to lose his championship to me. I’m a better All Star Champion then he ever was so my time with the World Championship will be no different. People look at me and know what I’m destined to do. When they look at Butch all they can do is compare him to the person he used to be. That time has come and gone.
* He turns towards the wall and directs his sight at a large poster of Butch Parker. He is standing over Michael Dredge in a celebration stance. James rips the poster from the wall and wads it up into a ball. He unzips his pants and uses the poster to wipe his ass. James drops the shit stained poster on top of Shevington’s desk *
Michael James: My time is now. Everyone wants a piece of Michael James because I’m the hot ticket. Usually, the world champion is meant to take center stage. In this case the intended franchise name has been replaced by someone who can represent the HWA with some actual dignity. Parker obviously can’t do that. When he was given the chance to stand up for the company he decided to become a turncoat in order to secure Wisdom’s happiness. I could care less about that cross eyed transvestite. Unlike Butch, I’m a constant professional. I don’t bring any outside affairs to my place of employment because it would be a distraction. In order to be the most celebrated champion in the company, I can’t have any distractions. Butch on the other hand is a paper weight champion so he only needs to give people twenty percent of his energy. The rest of it goes towards the care and nurturing of a disfigured grunt that doesn’t even belong to him. I don’t know if it’s just me but Butch seemed to be putting on a few extra pounds in that last promo. Soon enough he’s going to be in worse shape than his old lady. I would never imagine seeing Butch Parker as a victim of obesity but you know what they say. Stupid people are meant to do stupid things. If that’s the life that Butch wants then I encourage him to chase that dream. All he has to do is give his resignation to Shevington and hand over the World Championship to a better man. The truth is Wisdom could be pregnant right now and Butch wouldn’t suspect a damn thing. She could be performing circle jerks with members from the Klu Klux Klan and Butch wouldn’t have a clue. Like I said, he’s an idiot. He’s always been an idiot. He can deny his fate or accept it. I don’t really care.
* James removes his sunglasses and adjusts the All Star Championship draped over his shoulder *
Michael James: Unlike Butch Parker, I’m not an idiot. I don’t have any unbearable problems weighing me down. I have no issues doing what I have to do to achieve perfection. Butch on the other hand isn’t willing to do anything. He’s a tool. He wants to sit on his ass and get paid to watch Spongebob while the rest of us sweat blood in order to gain any kind of advancement. Unlike a majority of names on the roster, I’m not a pushover. I can’t just sit around and pretend to smile while people with no talent are rewarded for doing nothing. Butch was handed his opportunity to become the World Champion, he never earned it. Before that, he lost to Senester on three separate occasions; each time with the championship on the line. Personally, I think it’s pathetic that it took him four efforts to get the job done. He should have been given one chance and no more. If it were up to me, Butch would still be at the bottom rung trying to work his way back up. But since Butch is granted special favors for years for “genuine” service to the company, I guess the rules don’t apply to him. Luckily, we’re going to be operating with a different set of rules at Road to Ruin. It will be James versus Parker with James walking out with the victory. That’s just how things are meant to be, Butch. You can be like Fallen and blame the world for your problems or you can take a lesson from me and face them like a man. No matter what you decide, just remember that you’re still going to experience the biggest loss of your career at Road to Ruin. See you soon, cocksucker.
* James moves out of frame and make an exit from the room. The image suddenly cuts to a static feed *
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