Michael James: You know something, Butch? I gotta hand it to you. Not many guys with an ego the size of yours would be able a handle a catastrophic loss like the one you suffered at Road to Ruin. And I’m not going to sit here and try to lie to everyone and claim our confrontation was a walk in the park. As much as I hate to admit it, you gave me one hell of a fight. You walked in with your head held high and did everything you possibly could to stand toe to toe with the All Star Champion. I can respect that. But you know what? That doesn’t mean I’m about to claim some kind of imaginary respect for a artificial champion that makes me want to ####ing puke. Right now you’re doing exactly what I said you would do, Butch. You’re making up excuses for a loss you will never be able to recover. Just do us all a favor and spare us the bullshit because no one wants to hear it. It doesn’t matter what you think might happen the next time we meet because everyone saw what happened at Road to Ruin. You lost to a better man and a better champion. It’s like they say, dipshit. The first impression is always the correct one. I beat you once and I can do it again without any problems. Unlike you, I have the power to make lighting strike as many times as I want. You know why? It’s because I’m always going to better than you, Butch. I’m always going to be the winner and you’re always going to be the loser. I’m going to be the dual champ and you’re going to be the laughing stock of the entire company. No one believes in you. Not even your supposed “supporters”. The only person you have left is Wisdom and that’s pretty much the same as having nothing. If she gets in the way I’ll just slap the cockeyed skank back down like I did before.
* James grips the cigar between his teeth and grows a smile on his face. He moves out of frame and quickly reenters with the HWA All Star Championship draped over his shoulder. He removes the cigar and exhales the smoke directly into the camera lens *
Michael James: I hate to be the one to break it to you Butch but I have no misconception concerning fact and reality. If I did, I wouldn’t have beaten you at Road to Ruin as easily as I did. I would have lost and you would have proven all of my words and assumptions to be completely false. But that didn’t happen. Did it, Butch? You want to know why? It’s not that hard to figure out. I’m a man of constant truth while you represent the character of a ####ing liar. I’m a champion with multiple title defenses under my belt while you have YET to defend the world championship since you cheat Senester out of the title. If either one of us are confused about the basics of reality, it sure as hell isn’t me. For months you and Wisdom ran your mouths about how I would never measure up to the “legend” of Butch Parker. You said I was nothing. You said I couldn’t get the job done. Yet, the moment you and Wisdom get a crack at me you both “somehow” end up flat on your backs in a pool of your blood. From the way I see it I was more than capable of getting the job done at Road to Ruin. I said I would achieve victory at your expense and that’s exactly what I did. You said you were going to shut me up “once and for all”. Well, I’m still talking shit so apparently you still have a ways to go. That’s the difference between Michael James and Butch Parker. I don’t require multiple efforts to achieve my goals. I get it right the first time. Butch can’t do that because he’s a natural born loser. I’m the Personification of Perfection for a reason. I define perfection with everything I do. I stand tall and speak harsh words about people that are below me because I don’t give a shit about the consequences. Winners don’t stop to second guess themselves. They know what needs to happen and they do whatever it takes to stay at the top of the mountain. That’s the person I’m always going to be. It’s my ####ing destiny.
* He removes his sunglasses and tosses them aside. He adjusts the championship draped over his shoulder and grips the strap with his hand. James has a bandage wrapped around his knuckles and two of his fingers are taped together and placed in a small sling *
Michael James: Right now you are starting to sound a lot like your girlfriend, Bryan Deas. Instead of taking the time to organize a plan of attack you’re just spitting out the first thing that comes to mind. If I were you I would schedule an appointment with the closest black market neurologist. Wisdom said it herself. You’re probably concussed at this point and if you don’t seek treatment soon there’s no telling what might happen. You could go from being the World Champion to a babbling idiot bathing in his own crap within a matter of seconds. Sure, you were no genius before you lost to me. But now that you have suffered the worst beating of your career it might be a great time to throw in the towel. Do you really want that cross eyed troll of yours to grow up with a retarded father? No, I didn’t think so. It’s like they say, Butch. Think of the children. And then think about everything I did to you and Wisdom at Road to Ruin. Do you really want to put yourself through the embarrassment of another loss? Of course not. But, you don’t really have a choice. I’m going to be the undeniable World Heavyweight Champion whether you like it or not. You didn’t think I was going to beat you at Road to Ruin. But we all saw what happened there, didn’t we? And just like Bryan Deas, right now you’re in a mode of panic and desperation. You know for a fact that you can’t win. So instead of using creativity or intelligence to voice your rebuttals you start spitting out a mouthful of pointless shit. Well, guess what, Butch? The next time isn’t going to be any different. You aren’t going to win. You’re going to lose the World Championship and fade into the shadows of obscurity. You might not agree but that’s just the way things are.
* He places the cigar between his lips and inhales the smoke. He slowly exhales through his nostrils and looks away from the camera. He directs his attention towards a life size poster on the wall featuring a sequence from his match at Road to Ruin. He smiles upon sight of his own image standing over the battered bodies of Butch and Wisdom *
Michael James: Your so called “hubris” had nothing to do with the devastating loss you experienced, Butch. It’s just another one of the many excuses you’re trying to pull out of your ass in order to save face. I’ve heard it all before and I’m still not impressed. If you want to do something worthwhile you can start by giving me the respect I beat out of you at Road to Ruin. But, let’s be honest with each other. You aren’t going to do that because you aren’t a man of integrity. You’re a piece of shit. Personally, I have no problems giving credit to people when it’s due. If someone is capable of moving past their own limitations it would be an insult to ignore their attempts. So far, Butch Parker has failed to do that so I’m not giving him credit for anything. Any douche bag with half a brain can do what Parker does. If he truly wants to be taken seriously he needs to move past this rut of personal failure and find a way to get back into the game. Now that I think about it I can’t remember the last time Butch actually won a sanctioned match. He lost to Fallen on Havoc and then he lost to me at Road to Ruin. So, you know what that means? Parker is on a definite losing streak. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be pulling excuses out of his ass in an attempt to cover his humiliating losses. He would be talking about his victories and looking towards the future. As far as I can tell, Butch Parker has no future in the HWA. He put in his time and now he’s just dragging ass until someone can put him out of his misery. That someone is the undefeated All Star Champion, Michael James. I already proved to everyone that I can beat Butch Parker even when the odds are stacked in his favor. I dare anyone on the roster to say they can do the same.
* James begins to move out of frame and the cameras follow his movement. He stops a few feet away from a large plasma screen television. He uses a remote to power the set and a few seconds later he begins browsing through the channels. He takes a drag from the cigar while looking for something worthy of his attention. He stops on a Japanese sports channel and drops the remote. An HWA “Road to Ruin” logo is seen while one of the broadcasters begins to describe the results of the event. The image morphs into a graphic featuring Michael James and Butch Parker. Footage from the grudge match begins to play and James sits down in a chair located a few feet away from the television *
< As Butch comes to his feet James strikes at his midsection with the ladder and he goes down. James, backs off feeling in control now, and as Butch is getting up, James drives the ladder into his gut again and slams the ladder across his back >
* Michael James begins to laugh out loud in reaction to the footage. The image locks a slow motion freeze frame of Butch Parker on the screen. James casually leans back in the chair and takes a moment to appreciate the visual of Butch Parker’s torment *
Michael James: Let me ask you something, Butch. When I cracked that ladder across the center of your spine was it a result of my imagination or was it a product of reality? Judging from the footage that somehow made it all the way to Osaka, it appears pretty damn realistic to me. But if for some pointless reason you want to test my theory please explain why the entire industry is talking about my victory over you. You can’t do it, can you? I didn’t think so. Unfortunately for you and Wisdom, everything that happened at Road to Ruin was real. You failed. You lost. You dropped the ball. There’s nothing you can do to recover the loss and nothing you can say to excuse your incompetence. You can keep blowing smoke out of your ass or you can cope with reality. As always, I don’t give a shit what you decide. The only business we have left concerns the World Heavyweight Championship. And since I already defeated you once I want the right to name my own stipulations. It’s going to be Michael James versus Butch Parker for the HWA World Heavyweight Championship. No Wisdom, no rules and none of your usual routine bullshit. If you want a fair fight I’m more than willing to give you one. But to be perfectly honest with you Butch, I don’t think you can handle it. Without Wisdom around to wipe your ass you’re pretty much useless to the rest of the world. The sad part is you actually agree with me and that’s why I call you an artificial champion. You shouldn’t require support from anyone. You should have the natural ambition to win because failure isn’t an option. When it comes to Butch Parker, failure is the only option. It might as well be suicide. At least that way the rest of us wouldn’t have to suffer.
* James carefully snuffs out his cigar in an ash tray. He leans back in the chair making sure to keep a grip on the strap of his All Star Championship *
Michael James: Only a few things are for certain. I’m going to beat Butch Parker a second time to become the next World Heavyweight Champion. I’m going to defeat Fallen and Freddie Styles to retain my All Star Title. Then, when everything is said and done, I’m going to be sure to insult their efforts and celebrate their acts of public shame. That’s who I am. It’s what I do. If anyone wants to test me they are more than welcome to try. It didn’t work for the World Champion so my money says it definitely isn’t going to work for a couple of clueless imbeciles like Steve Angel and Freddie Styles. And that isn’t a result of my imagination, Butch.
I won.
You lost.
Let’s see you bullshit your way out of that one, douche bag.
* A static feed interrupts the footage. A few seconds later the image fades to black *
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