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07/23/13
New York City
St. Regis Hotel
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* We open a few hours after the closing of Road to Ruin with an exterior view of the St. Regis Hotel in New York City. The cameras quickly move towards the front doors. We move inside of the five star establishment to discover a luxurious visual upon sight of the interior. We move forward along the marble tiled floors towards the main elevators. Approaching music is heard coming from inside of the large bar built on the bottom floor. We eventually arrive at the desired area and await the arrival of one of the active elevators. A “ding” sound is heard and the elevator slowly opens with what appears to be a bell hop waiting inside. The scene quickly fades to an interior shot inside of the large glass elevator as it ascends towards the upper floors of the hotel. It stops on the ninth floor and the cameras move through the open doors. We begin to inch forward down the hallway until stopping in front of a door with a random scent of marijuana. A hand reaches forward and knocks three times. A few seconds later the door opens and an attractive woman in her twenties is seen standing at the doorway. She invites the crew inside *
Woman: Come on in guys. He should be with you in a minute. The last I heard he was in the other room on the phone.
* The cameras move through the doorway and gain visual confirmation of what appears to be a private party. Three women who are obviously high dollar prostitutes are seen dancing on one side of the room with nothing on but pink socks and thong underwear. A large hooka sits on top of the television while a pound of packaged marijuana is seen lying on top of a nearby table. The woman that originally answered the door moves into frame and begins bouncing around to the music heard playing throughout the room. She removes her boxers and jumps onto the bed and begins singing along with the lyrics. A few moments later another woman appears in the room coming from an adjoining room. Like the other women, she is seen wearing nothing but socks. But unlike the others she has the HWA All Star Championship strapped around her waist. She slumps down on the couch as if she had just finished running a marathon. Suddenly, a cloud of smoke appears as we see Michael James enter the room. He is wearing a black robe with Japanese lettering and he has a bandage wrapped around his head. James removes an ice pack from his neck and sits down on the couch next to the topless woman. He brings a blunt to his mouth and inhales a hit before passing it to her *
Michael James: Here ya go.
* She takes the blunt from James *
Michael James: Hey. Look at me. You got a little something right here…
* He points towards his bottom lip and causes the woman to wipe a spot of semen from her mouth *
Michael James: That’s better. The last thing I need right now is a blunt soaked in my own cum.
* His attempt at humor causes the woman to laugh and smack him across the chest at the same time. She inhales a hit from the blunt and directs her attention towards the television. A recap of Road to Ruin is seen playing with footage from the match for the tag team championships. James lays back and begins to watch the footage. He puts his arm around the woman and rests the palm of his hand directly on top of her breast *
Michael James: Sometimes, I never cease to amaze myself. It doesn’t matter what the venture might be, if there’s something I have to gain from it chances are I’m going to be the best man fit for the job. And yes, I know there are a lot of people that don’t want to believe me. But just like I’ve said in the past there is nothing people can do to change the course of history. I told everyone I was going to be the new face of the HWA and now I’m at the top of the ####ing chain. If people refuse to believe the truth it isn’t my problem. I’m going to do whatever the #### I want to do and pave my way the only way I know how. For months, Butch and Wisdom Parker did nothing but spread lies about me and my reputation as the best in the company. So you know what I did? I decided to give them both a war they couldn’t win. And just like we saw at Road to Ruin, neither one of those stupid assholes have a ####ing thing to brag about now. They talked and talked and talked and it did nothing for either one of them. Maybe if they had listened to reason things would have turned out differently. But who are we kidding here? Butch and Wisdom Parker are not reasonable people. They’re clueless imbeciles with nothing to show but embarrassment and defeat by the hands of the All Star Champion. And I’m fine with that. I told them both what would happen if they decided to test me. They didn’t like hearing the truth from a professional. They didn’t want to listen and now they’re on the losing end of this one-sided rivalry. When the chips were down it wasn’t Butch Parker that was able to do the impossible. It was Michael James; the future of the HWA and the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion.
* The woman hands the blunt back to James and he takes a deep drag. A few seconds later he exhales the smoke through his nostrils and begins to laugh upon sight of H & K becoming the new tag team champions *
Michael James: You can say whatever the #### you want to say Butch. Pull a bunch of excuses out of your ass like you always do. It really doesn’t matter because at this point it would be damn near impossible for you to try and ignore the victory I took from you at Road to Ruin. Up to this point our rivalry has been nothing but words. We had our confrontations here and there but none of it really did anything for either one of us. Now that I have a legit victory over you people are starting to understand why I talk you down like a worthless piece of shit. I told everyone that I was better than you and I proved it at Road to Ruin. It wasn’t a disqualification and it wasn’t a screw job. It was two men going to war with the better champion walking away as the victor. That man was me, Butch. This match went down exactly as I predicted. I arrived, kicked in your ####ing teeth and ended the show with a bang by giving the HWA a glimpse of your undeniable future. Not only that, thanks to you I finally had the chance to put down your rotten ##### of a wife without any type of interference. I want to thank you for that, Butch. To sum things up, Road to Ruin was an absolute blast for me. I did what I said I was going to do while you and Wisdom failed to accomplish a ####ing thing. I proved why I was the better man and the better champion. All you did was lose, Butch. You better get used to it because that’s the only thing you are capable of doing these days. You can’t defend the world championship from inside of Wisdom’s snatch and you can’t beat the Personification of Perfection. You tried and you failed just like I said you would. You aren’t the world champion. Not really. If this was Rocky five I would be Tommy Gunn and you would be Union Cane. You aren’t a legend. You’re just another piece of shit taking up space.
* James ashes the blunt and takes another drag before handing it back to the woman. She leans towards James and begins kissing his neck as he exhales the smoke from his mouth. He hands the blunt to her and squeezes her breast with his hand. Her eyes begin to twitter and James grows a devious smile on his face *
Michael James: Just do us all a favor Butch and quit now. Take your infectious wife and leave the HWA so the rest of us don’t have to listen to your constant bullshit. You had your chance to get the upper hand prior to this match and just like always you couldn’t get the job done. I know you assumed your derelict past would aid you in a premeditated victory but just like all of your other predictions, you were wrong. You were wrong about me. You were wrong about your “uncanny” abilities and you were wrong about taking a victory from someone who is clearly better than you. I told you I wasn’t your average dose. You didn’t believe me. Wisdom didn’t believe me. Hell, the entire company had their doubts about me from the very beginning. And you know what? I proved every single one of them to be full of shit. Unlike you and Wisdom, I’m not lying when I tell people that I’m the future of this business. I beat you, Styles, Deas, Mercury, Heckler, Kosh and God knows who else to get where I am today. As far as I’m concerned I might as well consider my success at Road to Ruin to be a victory over the entire Parker family. After all, you were both involved in the match so what better way to cope than to share the loss as a couple? Personally, I could really care less about either one of you. I won. You lost. End of ####ing story. There is no fairy tale ending for you here. I’m not a merciful guy so don’t expect things to get any easier. You know just as well as I do that you are destined to lose the world championship to me. It might not be today, tomorrow or next week. But soon enough it’s bound to happen. You know why? Because I’m the new breed. I’m the last person people want to #### with and that includes you, asshole. You know why? Because facing me is similar to taking on a brick wall. No matter how many times you punch it the wall isn’t going to get any weaker. It isn’t going to fall and it isn’t going to break. When I faced Butch Parker at Road to Ruin I became the brick wall of Butch Parker’s career. He couldn’t keep up so in return he lost to a better man.
* James directs his attention towards the television and takes a moment to watch the match involving Fallen, Shakir and William Draconis. He looks down towards the woman’s crotch and keeps his glance locked on the HWA All Star Championship. He reaches towards the championship *
Woman: What are you doing?
Michael James: Cleaning the face plate. Hold still for a second.
* The woman rolls her eyes in disappointment as James runs his tongue across his index and middle finger. He reaches down and grazes his hand across the face plate. His fingers move further down and eventually make their way inside of the woman’s vagina. Suddenly, her eyes light up and she grows a huge smile on her face. She looks at James and runs her hand through his hair *
Woman: You lying prick.
* He continues to use his fingers to bring the woman to orgasm. A few minutes later she releases a loud moan of sexual satisfaction causing the other women in the room to stop what they are doing. They begin to laugh at the two on the couch and they hand the woman a shot glass filled with whiskey *
Woman #3: You know the rules, girl. You gotta drink.
* She takes the glass from the blonde. The woman quickly pours the whiskey down her throat and slams the shot glass down on top of a nearby table. James takes another drag from the blunt and hands it to her. She takes the blunt, kisses him on the lips and lies back on the couch. She grows an irritated expression on her face as she watches footage of Steve Angel *
Woman: Is this the jerk off you were talking about earlier? Doomsday or whatever?
* James laughs for a second *
Michael James: Fallen.
Woman: Sure. Is he seriously the next guy you’re going to be facing for the title?
Michael James: As far as we know. Things can always change.
* The woman laughs in a cynical tone *
Woman: I don’t think it would make much of a difference. Judging from his match this guy has a better chance of winning the award for retard of the year than he does your championship.
Michael James: Exactly! I’ve been saying the same thing for weeks but Angel doesn’t want to hear it. And if you think this is bad you need to read some of his lackluster material.
Woman: No thank you. I like losing my brain cells the old fashioned way.
* She brings the blunt to her mouth and inhales *
Michael James: It’s kind of like trying to develop serious dialogue between a normal human being and the ass end of a ####ing horse. No matter how you go about doing it a fart is always going to be a fart. And that’s how I see Steve Angel. He uses the same bullshit over and over again hoping to get something out of it. No matter what he does I’m always going to view Angel as the unintelligent douche bag that he has proven to be.
Woman: I’m just confused why the company would even consider this guy to be in the same league as you. I mean, if he really was on your level why wasn’t he a part of the main event at the pay per view?
Michael James: He isn’t main event material. Chances are Shevington wasn’t expecting him to make it as far as he has and figured he would just fade into the shadows like he always has. It wouldn’t be the first time that decrepit old b###h made a catastrophic mistake. Either way, none of it really makes a difference because Angel isn’t a threat to me or my championship. It’s like you said before. He isn’t in my league. If he was, he wouldn’t be competing in petty matches just to earn his way back up the ladder. If Fallen was anything like me he would have taken the All Star Championship a long time ago. But that isn’t going to happen. He had his chance once before and he dropped the ball. Now that he’s working on a second strike he thinks it’s going to be a chance at redemption. Unfortunately, that isn’t going to happen either. You know why? I won’t allow it. I’m the champ so I call the shots. As far as I’m concerned Fallen had his chance and now he’s just begging for additional punishment. And that’s fine. If Steve wants to suffer the same gruesome fate as Butch Parker than I will be more than happy to make it happen. Just like the paper weight world champion, keeping Angel around the locker room is none of my concern. If we’re lucky I could end up breaking his legs like I did to Bryan Deas. It’s like I’ve always said. I don’t give a shit about idiots and assholes. I care about winning. I care about being the most elite All Star Champion in the history of the HWA. I do what I have to do to accomplish my goals and so far no one has been able to stop me. Not Styles, Fallen, Mercury, Price or even the World Champion Butch Parker. I’m classified as the best because I am the best. I do things that others can’t because I’m a step above everyone else.
Woman: Especially Steve Angel. Right?
Michael James: That’s right. To be perfectly honest that useless dick bag is the least of my worries right now. Unlike Fallen, I’m on a path to greatness. I’m going to be the next HWA World Heavyweight Champion and there isn’t a ####ing thing anyone can do to stop it from happening. Butch Parker thought he could do the impossible at Road to Ruin and now he’s wallowing in a pit of his own pathetic failure. Is that my fault? No, it’s not. I was hired to face Butch Parker in a grudge match and that’s exactly what happened. Is it my fault he failed to live up to everyone’s expectations? No, it’s not. I beat Butch Parker because I out performed his sorry ass with minimal effort. I gave him and Wisdom both sixty percent and neither one of them could handle the pressure of performing against a true professional. The truth is I can beat anyone they put in front of me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the only undefeated champion in the company. I would be Butch Parker or Steve Angel. You see, unlike those cocksuckers, I don’t make empty promises. I don’t rely on useless hype to win matches. You know why? I don’t need it. All I have to do is show up and I’m instantly recognized as the most important name on the card. People know if I’m involved they’re getting their money’s worth. With people like Fallen and Butch Parker, it’s usually a case of people falling asleep in their seats or walking out five minutes into the show. I’m not in this industry to waste time or rip people off. I like hurting people. I condone violence. It’s what I do and I’m very good at it. If you don’t believe my words just take a look at Bryan Deas. He’s in that wheelchair because of me.
Woman: Him?
* James looks towards the television showing footage of Bryan Deas waving to the fans *
Michael James: Yea.
* James scoffs with a tone of pride *
Michael James: That’s him. Just like Butch Parker he thought it was a good idea to try and push my tolerance for stupidity. Unfortunately for Deas, things didn’t turn out the way he expected. So you want to know what I did?
Woman: What?
Michael James: I decided to cripple his sorry ass for his blatant acts of disrespect. He told the world he was going to win the All Star Championship. I told the same people that Deas was pissing me off and it wasn’t a good idea. But, it’s like they say, you can’t fix stupid and that’s exactly the case with Bryan Deas. Before he faced me he was a certified idiot. Now, he’s a ####ing paraplegic who refuses to take the hint of his much wanted removal from the company. What good is a cripple to a company that relies on constant physicality? He can’t fight. He can’t write. He can’t even wipe his own ass without someone’s help. Bryan Deas might as well be dead in his current condition. At least that way he wouldn’t have his wheel his sorry ass around the locker room with a false sense of self accomplishment. The truth is, if this was South Park, Bryan Deas would be Timmy.
* The woman chokes on the blunt smoke in a reaction to the comparison between Bryan Deas and Timmy. She begins laugh and cough at the same time *
Michael James: It might sound harsh but that’s just the way things are for him.
* She hands James and blunt and slumps his leg over his. The face plate of the All Star Championship is seen barely covering her vagina and upper thighs. James places the palm of his hand on her thigh and takes another drag from the blunt *
Michael James: You know what I see when I look at Deas?
Woman: Hmm?
Michael James: I see the World Champion, Butch Parker. I see Steve Angel. I see every single douche nozzle standing in my way of individual progression. No matter the outcome of each confrontation, each one of those assholes will eventually end up in the same place as Bryan Deas. They’re going to blow a bunch of smoke, lose to the best and then try to move on with their useless careers. Sadly, they won’t be able to do that. Sure, they will probably be able to sleep at night with memories of the prior victories and that’s great. Everyone needs some kind of vice. For losers like Butch Parker and Fallen, I’m sure it’s a great way to avoid the never ending thoughts of suicide. But what they need to understand is I’m not in the HWA to help them rediscover their pathetic memories. It’s not 2005 and no one gives a shit about what happened “back in the day”. They care about what’s happening now and since I’m the centerpiece of the company that means it’s up to the All Star Champion to deliver the goods. Things like that come natural to me where they would be impossible for people like Steve Angel. And that’s yet another reason why he has no place in the same ring as me. But, be as it may, I’m going to do what I’m paid to do even if it means ending his career in the process. And no, Fallen. I don’t mean ending your career like I did to Bryan Deas. I’m referring to a stipulation where you would be forced into retirement when you fail to achieve the impossible. You need to understand something, asshole. Just like you’re sick of having to prove yourself to the rest of us, I’m sick of listening to your childish bullshit. To be honest I think the HWA would be a better place without you. I’m sure you will just say I’m repeating myself again to avoid the situation like you always have in the past. So, go ahead and show us what we’re all expecting to see. Use the same moronic insults that forced my foot to decimate your ####ing jaw. It makes no difference to me.
* James takes one last drag from the blunt and places it in a nearby ash tray. He exhales the smoke from his mouth and gets comfortable with the topless woman sitting next to him. Suddenly, the footage cuts out with a static feed. When the image clears footage begins to run of Michael James holding Butch Parker in position for the Lethal Injection. He drives Butch down and goes for a cover. The image begins to run in slow motion *
ONE…………..
TWO……………………
TWO and ½ ……............
THREE!!!
* An echoing wave of negativity is heard filling the arena as the audience voices their disapproval of James’ victory over Butch Parker. As he is announced the winner of the match Michael James is seen making it back to his feet with an expression of overwhelming pride on his face. The footage in interrupted by another static feed *
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07/24/13
Chicago, Illinois
Private Shooting Range
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* When the image clears we gain sight of what appears to the barrel of a large revolver. Three bullets are fired from the gun as a cloud of smoke fills the frame. The cameras slowly dolly back and reveal the gunman as Michael James. He opens the chamber of the gun and allows the empty casings to fall to the floor. He loads six more bullets and closes the chamber. He aims the gun and the cameras move around to show his main target being a cardboard cut out of Steve Angel. He unloads the chamber directly towards the top of the cut out. James puts down the gun and presses a button to reel in the target on a pulley line. A few seconds later it arrives and James pulls the target from the line. The head of the cut out is missing due to the six bullets from his revolver *
Michael James: Perfect.
* He tosses the cut out aside and presses a switch on the pulley remote. A cut out of Butch Parker appears near the far end of the line. James grips the handle of the revolver and aims it directly at the target. He releases six shots into the cut out while laughing like some kind of maniac. He places the gun down and uses the remote to reel in the target. He removes it from the pulley and takes a moment to admire his work. There is one hole in his head, three in his chest with one bullet for each knee cap. James reaches inside of his shirt pocket and removes a Cuban cigar. He pulls a Zippo lighter from his pocket and uses it to ignite the stogie. He exhales some smoke from his nostrils. The cameras move back a few feet revealing the HWA All Star Championship strapped around his waist *
Michael James: Despite what people to believe, the dispute that has been going on between myself and Butch Parker has hardly been what I would consider a serious “rivalry”. You want to know why? I don’t sweat Butch Parker. In order to establish a rivalry your opponent has to be able to present a challenge of some kind. So far, Butch has been unable to do that. I’m sure in his feeble mind he wants to believe otherwise and that’s fine. If those are the kind of lies he has to tell himself to make it through the day he is more than welcome to become a victim of his own stupidity. I don’t want to have anything to do with it. All I care about is taking him out of the game so the company can continue moving forward without the restrictions of a mentally restricted world champion. If I was the champ we wouldn’t have that problem. Butch relies on his tarnished ego and a racist outlook to secure his victories. I rely on skill, intelligence and natural born talent. That’s why I’m still undefeated. Butch on the other hand has been defeated on multiple occasions by multiple opponents. You know what that means? It’s only a matter of time until he loses the world title to someone who actually deserves it. Except this time around it’s going to take that egomaniacal piece of shit a lot longer than four years to earn another opportunity at MY championship. I have always said if you’re going to do something spectacular, get it right the first time. Unlike Butch, it didn’t take me four years to earn my championship. All I needed was an open opportunity and ten seconds later I was announced as the new HWA All Star Champion.
* He looks down at the championship and grows a demented smile on his face. He grips the cigar between his teeth and takes a moment to adjust his sunglasses. He exhales some smoke from his nostrils and removes the cigar from his mouth *
Michael James: I have no problems doing the things I say I’m going to do. I told the world I was going to humiliate the Parker family at Road to Ruin and that’s exactly what I did. Butch told the world he was going to be the world champion after Blood, Sweat and Tears and he failed to live up to his own expectations. I never had that problem because I have the ability to overcome any obstacle. Unlike Butch, I didn’t have to suck anyone’s testicles to earn a shot at my championship. I beat the living hell out of Stu E Price in front of the entire company and Shevington knew what had to be done. Less than an hour later I had gold around my waist. Butch Parker knows he can’t beat me. If he could he would have done it at Road to Ruin. He doesn’t like to admit it but he knows that his time with the world title is severely limited. But soon enough I’m going to relieve him of that stress. It’s not going to pleasant for either one of us but it will definitely be a lot of fun. The truth is, I didn’t have to put a lot of effort into my victory over Butch Parker. Don’t get me wrong. He put forth what some people would consider to be a genuine effort. I’m not one of those people. I expect more out of my opponents and so far Butch Parker hasn’t proven a ####ing thing to me. He’s just like Fallen. He will talk a bunch of meaningless shit with no serious intention of actual success. I hate to break it to both of you assholes but I don’t have the time or patience to sit around and listen to your bullshit. You can learn how to present a quality performance or you can go #### yourselves. I don’t really care. I can talk about you douche bags the way that I do because I have nothing left to prove to either one of you. I beat Parker at Road to Ruin and soon enough I’m going to do the same to Fallen in order to retain my All Star Championship.
* He begins moving along the walkway while the image of various cut outs are seen placed as targets. We gain visuals of Freddie Styles, Wisdom Parker, Criss “Mindfreak” Angel and Chuck Norris *
Michael James: In order to achieve success of any kind you have to posses an open mind and have the ability to adapt with the natural order of change. I can adapt to any environment knowing I won’t have any problems staying at the top of the mountain. It might upset some of you but that isn’t my problem. I’m not trying to make friends with any of you so your opinions don’t mean a ####ing thing to the All Star Champion. I’m where I am right now for a reason. While the rest of you have been shamelessly talking about your dreams of future success, I’ve been savoring all of the rewards that come with being a natural born champion. None of you would know anything about that. You know why? You don’t have it in you. It might not be what any of you want to hear but that’s just the way it is. Some are born destined to achieve greatness and some are born into a life of guaranteed failure. That’s the difference between people like me and Steve Angel. I have the natural ability to achieve instant success and live the reputation of a flawless champion. Steve on the other hand, is a complete idiot that can barely spit out his own words. People call him a clown and a fool for a reason. Personally, I don’t want to be held responsible for the complete destruction of a retard. But then again, seeing how Fallen is more than willing to stick his foot in his mouth twenty four hours a day, I might as well take full advantage of his self induced stupidity. The last time we saw each other I ended up picking his teeth out of my boots. Next time, I’m not going to be the happy-go-lucky version of Michael James that everyone is used to. I’m going to be the same ruthless psychopath that single handedly defeated the World Champion at Road to Ruin. Angel might not think it’s fair but that doesn’t make a difference to me. No one said life was fair, asshole. Get used to it.
* An additional cut out target of Steve Angel begins rushing down the pulley line. In a split second James aims the revolver at the target and releases three bullets from the chamber. When the cut out makes it to the front we hear a high pitched audio track repeating the phrase “Dredge Wanna-Be”. A few seconds later an electrical spark emerges from the target. The audio dies out and smoke appears from the back of the cardboard *
Michael James: Right now, Steve Angel is on a mission to become the next HWA All Star Champion. And you know something? I can respect that. It’s good for people in his fragile mental state to have hopes and aspirations. Unfortunately for him, it isn’t in the cards. I’m sure he will say I’m wrong and that he’s going to succeed where Butch Parker failed. But let’s get real. Steve Angel isn’t a champion. Even when he was a title holder it was because someone else was there to guide his sorry ass through each encounter. Now, the same guy that used to carry Angel is using a maximum effort to make his life a living Hell. Is that a coincidence? No. I don’t think so. That’s just the kind of impression Steve has on people. I don’t know if it’s because he enjoys being viewed as a douche bag with zero intelligence or if it’s just a part of his mental defection. Once again, it isn’t my concern. The only business I have with Angel involves the defense of my All Star Championship. He wants something I have and claims he will “do anything” to take it from me. Well, you know what? I don’t believe you, Steve. If you want to prove me wrong why don’t you start by accepting the stipulation I mentioned before? My money says you don’t want any part of it because you know you can’t win. Butch Parker couldn’t beat me and neither can you. I know you want to believe otherwise but that’s the hard reality concerning the difference between fact and fiction. Look at it this way, Steve. I’m the HWA undefeated All Star Champion. That’s an established fact. All you can do is talk about being a champion. That, my ignorant friend, is a product of childish fiction. You’re never going to be a champion. You’re never going to be anything than what you are right now. And that isn’t my personal opinion, asshole. That’s a fact.
* James nudges the cut out with his finger and it collapses in a heap of smoke and flames. He takes a drag from his cigar and exhales the smoke through his nostrils. He ashes the cigar on the burning cardboard *
Michael James: I told everyone a long time ago that I plan on holding the All Star Championship longer than anyone in the history of the company. I’ve been on a roll since January and so far no one has been able to break my mode of progression. Butch Parker thought his “iconic” status would ease him through our match at Road to Ruin. He thought his position as the current World Champion would be his ace in the hole. Instead, his useless ego became an ultimate source of weakness that cost Butch a loss to the man he hates more than anyone else in the world. It might not be the fairy tale outcome they were expecting but that’s what happens when oblivious people try to dream big with walnut sized brains. In the end they get nothing but shit because that’s all they are capable of doing. At Road to Ruin, Butch and Wisdom Parker learned how to lose with style. They learned first hand what happens when you push a constant professional over the edge. Sooner than later, Butch is going to learn what it feels like to lose the World Championship. When it’s all said and done I’m going to be a dual champion while Butch and Wisdom will have no choice but to accept the conditions of their forced retirement.
* James removes his sunglasses and glares into the lens of the camera *
Michael James: It’s like I’ve said from the very beginning. I’m a man of my word. And that isn’t going to change anytime soon.
* He moves out of frame and the footage cuts out with a static feed *
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