07/29/2013
Shinjuku Underbelly
Tokyo, Japan
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* We open the scene directly outside of a private bar located within the Shinjuku district of Tokyo, Japan. A fog drifts along the open sky which meshes with the glare of the multicolored lights from high above, mostly advertisements for various hot spots throughout the remote area. The visual environment looks to be fitting the appearance of something from an early John Woo picture judging from the collection of high dollar suits and custom designed vehicles. We gradually move inside of the bar. The cameras inch through the layers of smoke in the air. After moving past an arrangement of glass aquariums containing a pool of piranha the cameras direct their focus towards a group of men seated near the back of the bar. They are gathered around a table sharing drinks and silent conversation. Once we are able to get a closer look, two of the men appear to the same assailants responsible for the attack on Butch and Wisdom Parker at Road to Ruin. An older tattooed man wearing an expensive suit begins to speak in Japanese. A few seconds later a larger gentleman seated across from him replies in the same tongue. He places a large leather bag on top of the table. The old man pulls the bag towards him and unzips the top. He grows a smile on his face as he reaches inside. He slowly removes a large wad of cash from the bag and appears satisfied. After the group shares a few shots of Saki, the larger individual respectfully bows to each man and leaves the table *
07/29/2013
Undisclosed Location
Tokyo, Japan
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* A static feed appears mixed with the distorted sound of indistinct dialogue. The noise clears and footage from the most recent Stu E Price promo begins to play. A few seconds later a new feed cuts out the video and fills the frame with white noise. Much like before, the image clears and begins to run footage featuring a segment from Wisdom Parker’s promo. Suddenly, the sound of a flat line is heard and the image cuts to the blue screen of death. A static transition interrupts the technical error and opens the scene with a blurred shot of something large and gold. When the frame is focused, we gain visual confirmation of the custom designed HWA All Star Championship. The camera dollies back and gradually reveals the title draped over someone’s shoulder. After moving further back, the holder is revealed as the Personification of Perfection and All Star Champion, Michael James. He is sitting behind a large oak desk while puffing on a Cuban cigar. He removes the cigar, clears his throat and casually leans forward *
Michael James: I’ve always said that perfection isn’t easy. And despite whatever bullshit people want to believe it’s not some kind of cliché catch phrase used to draw attention to my name. Being known as the main attraction has never been a problem for me. Achieving constant success has never been a problem for me. So naturally, I was able to practice the art of perfection through the suffering of numerous douche bags that had no place competing in the same industry as me. Over the years that hasn’t changed at all. I’m still the undefeated champ and I’m still the only one with a perfect record. I don’t really care what excuses people want to use because I’ve heard them all before. Wisdom Parker thinks she can dumb down my character by praising her husband’s imaginary manhood. If that’s the desperate route she wants to take on her way out of the company then its fine with me. Right now she’s like the cockeyed fat girl in high school that no one wanted anything to do with. She’s throwing tantrums and blowing polluted smoke from her snatch in an effort to compensate her losses. And you know something? I don’t blame her. If I had the kind of problems she does I would have probably killed myself a long time ago. But unlike Wisdom, I don’t sleep around with crack heads and force unexpected parenthood on oblivious assholes. I’m a man of honor while she’s a sociopathic cross gender with her head stuck up her own ass. As far as her insults are concerned I could really care less about the opinions of a racist #####. If that was the case I wouldn’t be the All Star Champion. I would be at home watching reruns of Roseanne with a double barrel shotgun jammed inside of my mouth. I already beat the Parker family once so now it’s just a matter of taking what truly belongs to the Personification of Perfection. The HWA World Heavyweight Championship.
* He ashes the cigar in a tray and exhales the smoke through his nostrils. He rolls his eyes when thinking back to the comments made by Wisdom Parker *
Michael James: And yes Wisdom, we know how you feel about it. But much like everything else that comes out of your mouth, no one is listening and no one cares. Butch already stated that he had no problems defending the title against me at any point in time. So, you know what that means, b###h? It isn’t up to you. It’s up to Butch Parker, Michael James and Elizabeth Shevington. Do you really think he’s going to back out on his word just because you want him to? I don’t think so. Butch might be a clueless douche bag but he isn’t a coward. That was the only thing he was able to prove to me at Road to Ruin. Despite my expectations, he showed up for the match and accepted the obvious defeat he had coming to him. Then after it was all said and done he came out and admitted his mistakes to everyone. As much as I can’t stand the guy I would be an idiot not to admire his actions. Just like me, Butch is a champion that enjoys being a champion. Unlike Wisdom, he actually wants the Parker name to go down with some dignity. But he isn’t going to be able to do that if Wisdom keeps running her mouth. To be honest, she seems more like a thorn in his side than she does the love of his life. Why else would she convince his stupid ass to father some kid that doesn’t even belong to him? Does the fact that the ####er came out of the womb speaking Spanish mean nothing to Butch? Don’t get me wrong. If that’s the kind of disgusting lifestyle it takes to make Butch Parker a happy person then there isn’t very much I can do for him. All I want to do is face him one last time and take the only thing he has left. I’m going to be the next World Champion and everyone ####ing knows it. I don’t care what excuses they want to use. The Parker family lost to Michael James. I was right and they were wrong. Plain and ####ing simple.
* He shrugs his shoulders and leans back in the chair. He props his feet up on the desk and reveals a few spots of dried blood stuck to the bottom of his boots *
Michael James: I’ve said it from the very beginning. Wisdom Parker is a ####ing imbecile. When I first called out Butch he pissed his pants and thought it would be a good idea to ask his wife to do the talking for him. So far, none of those pathetic efforts have worked in his favor. Anytime Wisdom opens her mouth I am always there to make a complete mockery out of her words. And to be completely honest that really isn’t a difficult task for anyone. When an idiot speaks people do nothing but laugh and that’s exactly the case with Wisdom. Butch gets his ass kicked and she wants to be there to ease the pain. But she wasn’t able to do that at Road to Ruin. When she tried I knocked out the last three teeth she had left in her ####ing skull. So now she thinks she can erase the memories of the worst loss of her life by talking trash like she always does. It’s like I said before. No one cares what Wisdom has to say. No one gives a shit about her tired ass relationship with Butch Parker. The only use Wisdom ever had to anyone was when she was giving out free blowjobs to the losers backstage. But now that I’ve exposed her infidelity no one wants anything to do with her. It’s like I told Butch a few months back. You #### the #####. You don’t marry her. But once again he didn’t want to listen. He thought I was wrong just like he thought he was going to beat me at Road to Ruin. It’s kind of amazing when you think about how many times Butch has found himself on the ass end of his own moronic assumptions. Hopefully, losing the World Championship will serve as the nail in the coffin that he has been asking for. Butch wants me to end his career. He knows that I’m the one. And you know what? I can’t say I disagree with him.
* He puts his feet down and reaches forward towards the ash tray. He picks up the cigar and brings it to his mouth. James inhales the smoke into his lungs and laces his fingers together. He cracks his knuckles and exhales the smoke through his mouth *
Michael James: Unlike her husband, Wisdom wants to turn this war of egos in a personal vendetta. Personally, I don’t have anything personal against either one of them. They came at me with disrespect and when I returned the favor it was too much for them to handle. Over the last few months both of those assholes have discovered why it wasn’t a good idea to piss me off. I told Wisdom that I didn’t sweat either of them. She refused to listen. She thought it was some kind of joke. So, At Road to Ruin, I was took it upon myself to go the extra distance to ensure the last laugh. And you know something else, Wisdom? I’m still laughing at you. I’m still laughing at Butch. I’m still the best in the company and you’re just a useless sack of shit. How many times have you been the World Champion, b###h? How many times have you been the All Star Champion? Never, you say? Well, I guess that means you have a long way to go until you can be taken seriously by anyone. Why would you, out of all people, be chosen to determine the fate of the world championship? It’s a ####ing joke. That’s like depending on Mike Tyson for the technical future of nuclear warfare. You don’t have any authority, Wisdom. You never did. All you have is a mouth capable of spitting out a bunch of fraudulent bullshit. When you start to believe the lies they eventually become the “truth”. And that’s your problem, #####. You’ve been following your own lies for so long you can’t tell the difference anymore. You’re like Charlie Sheen on a three month coke bender. You’re as delusional as OJ Simpson and twice as ugly. And once again, your problems aren’t my ####ing concern. You won’t be around when I take the World Championship. So feel free to waste more valuable air time with false promises of imaginary success. Everyone saw what happened at Road to Ruin and they know you and Butch can’t do the impossible.
* James directs his attention to the monitor on top of the desk. He opens his email browser to discover a new message from Elizabeth Shevington. With pure skepticism he begins browsing the text until coming across the official card for the next edition of Havoc. Upon sight of his name placed directly next to Freddie Styles, he grows a demented grin on his face as he tightens his grip on the strap of the All Star Championship *
Michael James: Freddie Styles is a lot like Butch Parker. He talks a big game with no follow through. At least, that’s what happened the last time I faced him. Since then we haven’t heard very much from Styles and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. He can’t hack it anymore. He did what he could to earn his place and when it wasn’t good enough he decided to go into hiding. Freddie wanted instant gratification for his efforts. He wanted to be rewarded for doing nothing. Well, I hate to break it to you Styles but that isn’t how things work in my game. That’s why you lost to me the first time around. And yes, I know what you’re going to say. I beat you by the "skin of my teeth”, right? Wrong, asshole. I defeated you the same way I beat everyone else on the ####ing list. The truth is Styles, the first time I beat you I took it easy on you out of respect. But you know what? That isn’t going to happen when my All Star Championship is up for grabs. Unlike you, I don’t have any plans to lose my championship anytime soon. At Road to Ruin you and Price basically handed your titles over to Heckler and Kosh. Do you really think people are going to take you seriously as a possible champion after seeing that embarrassment? Coming from my point of view, I really expected more out of you both. But then again, maybe this is what was meant to happen from the very beginning. Maybe this is the person you are meant to be, Freddie. Did you ever think about that? No, I didn’t think so. You’re too busy losing championships and making a complete ass out of yourself. I can’t say the same. I’m still undefeated and I’m still the only champion that people care about.
* He looks down at the face plate and admires his name engraved at the bottom. The adjusts the championship and directs his attention towards the camera lens *
Michael James: Unlike you Freddie, I haven’t lost a step. While you were riding the coat tails of Stu E Price I was forcing the company’s heavy hitters beyond their own limitations. While you were busy losing the Tag Team Championships to a couple of imbeciles I was preparing to earn my first victory over the World Champion. The only reason you and Price were a team was because you both share the uncanny ability to fail at everything you do. He was handed the Tag Team Championships and you decided to latch onto his testicles like a ####ing parasite. It’s just a damn shame that you allowed all of your hard work to go to waste for the sake of a championship you couldn’t defend. The sad part is at one point in time I could have acknowledged you as a worthy adversary. After your loss at Road to Ruin, I can barely consider you to be in the same league as Bryan Deas. It might not be what you want to hear but I don’t really care. He didn’t think it was important to approach me like a professional and now he’s a ####ing cripple. If you want to keep acting like a spineless douche bag the same thing is going to happen to you, Styles. What will you do then? Try your best to continue spreading the false “legend” of Freddie Styles from the seat of a wheelchair? You and I both know you aren’t capable of defending this championship. In reality, this encounter is more of a warm up match for me in preparation of my defense against Steve Angel. It’s just like bowling. I’ll knock each one of you down until nothing is left. I already beat Deas, Butch, Judas, you and the Tag Team Champions. Now it’s just a matter of pushing aside the last nuisance standing in the way of progression. It wasn’t difficult the first time so doing it again isn’t going to be a problem. If you don’t believe me just ask Judas Mercury.
* He reaches inside of his pocket and pulls out a butterfly knife. He flips out the blade and tosses the knife across the room. The blade is planted into a dart board featuring Judas Mercury’s face as the center target *
Michael James: Ever since that son of a b###h lost to me he’s been facing one problem after the next. Just like the Tag Team Champions he suffered a loss to Michael James and took an immediate leave from the company. Maybe that would be the best thing for you, Styles. Think about it for second. Why suffer the humiliation of another loss when you can tuck tail and run? You did it once before when you were booked against H & K so my money says you’re going to do the same thing in our match. Just face facts, asshole. You’re below me. You’re below everything I stand for. More importantly, you’re below the classifications of MY All Star Championship. I didn’t lose to Bryan Deas so I’m definitely not going to be losing to someone like you, Styles. After all, you’re the one with the experience when it comes to achieving constant failure. Not me. I’m an established winner and I have fifteen pounds of gold on my shoulder to prove it. What do you have? That’s right. Nothing. You got nothing. And that’s exactly what you’re going to have after you face me on Havoc. You’re going to walk in empty handed and leave the exact same way. I’m telling you right now, Styles. This match is mine. This championship is mine. Don’t get in my way and don’t try to be a hero. If you do I can promise that you will live to regret it. Deas tried to be a hero and now the best he can hope for is a reserved spot in the special Olympics. Is that what you want, Freddie? If so, we can make it happen. If not, it’s going to be up to you to create a quality presentation worthy of my attention. I don’t think you can do it. In fact, I know you can’t. But most of all I know you won’t prove me wrong. Why? Because I’m Michael James and you’re Freddie Styles. I’m still at the top of the mountain and you’re at the bottom of the barrel.
* James gets up from his seat and the cameras follow him. He moves across the room and yanks the knife out of its stuck position on the dart board. James inches to the right and we gain visual of a dart board with Freddie Style’s image as the main target. There is a black X marked over his face signaling one of the All Star Champion’s prior victories *
Michael James: I don’t think you deserve this opportunity, Styles. If you really want my personal opinion of you, I think you’re a ####ing disgrace. The thought of you holding the All Star Championship isn’t just an insult to me. It’s an insult to every person that earned the right to hold this title throughout the history of the HWA. Do you really think I’m the kind of person that would allow that type of degradation to take place? If so, you need to pull your head out of your ass and think again. The truth is you have the same chances of becoming the All Star Champion as the Lions have of winning the Super Bowl. Ask any sports fan and every single one of them will tell you the same thing. First, they will call you a complete moron and laugh in your face. But you should be used to that by now, Styles. Then, they will tell you the exact same thing. It isn’t going to happen. You aren’t going to be walking out of Havoc with anything besides another loss to the undeniable and undefeated All Star Champion. You know it. I know it. Even the people supporting your pathetic cause know you don’t stand a chance. For you, this is a lose/lose situation. You lost the first time and you’re going to lose again. That’s just how things are meant to be, Freddie. I have the power to turn the tide in my favor at any point in time. So, you know what that means? The All Star Championship isn’t going anywhere without Michael James. The sad part is even if you were able to do the impossible chances are you would end up losing the title in less than a week. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that isn’t the future I have in mind for MY title. Either way, you won’t have anything to do with it. You’ll be in my rear view mirror like everyone else.
* A knock is heard coming from the opposite side of his office door *
Michael James: Yes?
* The door opens and a young Japanese woman steps forward into his office. She begins speaking to James in their native tongue. A few seconds later she makes her exit. James moves back to the desk and takes a seat in his custom recliner. He takes a drag from his cigar and begins tapping his fingers on the desk. Moments later, HWA personality Jason appears in the doorway. James signals for him to enter the room and take a seat. He moves forward and sits down in an expensive leather chair directly across from Michael James *
Michael James: So, what can I do for you, Jay?
Jason: Well, since you’re asking, there are several things you can do for me.
Michael James: I don’t think I like the sound of that.
Jason: What if I told you that none of them involve your checkbook?
Michael James: If that was the case....
Jason: And it is.
Michael James: I would probably accuse you of lying since ninety percent of the favors I do for people are connected directly to my bank account.
Jason: Not this time. I just need a few statements regarding your reaction to the rumors that have been going around.
Michael James: What rumors?
Jason: You haven’t been to the website?
Michael James: No. I’ve been working. You should try it sometime.
Jason: Very funny. Anyway, the webmaster posted a new article talking about your physical condition walking into this title defense against Freddie Styles. People are saying it’s going to be damn near impossible for you to perform at one hundred percent after your match with Butch Parker.
* James laughs to himself and exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils *
Michael James: If that’s what people want to think there isn’t much I can do to alter their opinions. But then again, I don’t really care what people want to believe. Opinions are like assholes and I don’t have time to listen to the bullshit. As far as my physical condition is concerned, I’m past the point of being prepared to defend my championship. Styles holds the same threat to me that Bryan Deas did prior to his title shot and everyone saw what I did to him. The defeat of Butch Parker didn’t take a toll on Michael James. It took a toll on Butch Parker because he was the one that lost the match. I didn’t have that problem. I won the match and now I have my cross hairs directed elsewhere. You know me Jay and I’m not the type of guy that likes to waste time. Freddie Styles is an expert at wasting time and opportunities. That’s what happened the last time he faced me so this match won’t be any different. He’s going to lose his only chance at becoming a mentionable champion and get knocked right back down to the bottom rung. I don’t need to be one hundred percent to do that. Twenty percent would be sufficient against someone with a track record as embarrassing as Freddie Styles. It’s like you said, Jason. I’m walking away from a victory at Road to Ruin against the World Champion. I’m not broken or beaten. I’m undefeated. I’m the most feared man in the HWA today. Why should I be worried about a speck of shit like Styles? He’s no threat to me or my championship. If he was I would be able to take him seriously. But since he’s just another loser with the same song and dance I refuse to acknowledge him as one of my equals.
Jason: So, are you going to be performing at one hundred percent or not?
Michael James: Sure. Why not? Does that answer the question?
Jason: Not really.
* Jason says with a frustrated tone *
Jason: The next thing I wanted to cover is your reaction to the recent words of Stu E Price.
Michael James: Well, for starters, I have a moral code blocking my brain from anything involving clueless assholes. The last I time I saw Price he was on the ass end of another humiliating defeat at Road to Ruin. Aside from that I could really care less what he has on his agenda. It’s none of my concern because I have more important things to worry about.
Jason: Be as it may, it turns out he has set an individual goal outside of the tag team division. In fact, he named your All Star Title as his next serious endeavor.
* James leans back in his chair and grows a cynical smile on his face. He gracefully runs his hand across the face plate of the All Star Championship *
Michael James: I have four words for Stu E Price. Join the ####ing club. If he wanted a shot at my championship he should have been earning it the same way everyone else has. In this industry it is literally impossible for beggars to be choosers and that’s exactly what Price is trying to do. In the HWA, no one is given anything without earning it first. As far as I can tell Price hasn’t earned a ####ing thing besides the reputation of a constant loser. So, you know what, Jason? Price isn’t getting a damn thing from the Personification of Perfection until he can prove me wrong. As much as he wants to deny it, the only reason Stu E Price is still here is because of me. At Blood, Sweat and Tears; I allowed him the freedom of survival. I could have broken his neck and ended his career. But that wasn’t the point I was trying to make. Unlike most of my opponents Price did his best to present a quality performance. So, In return for his efforts of professionalism I cut him a break that would allow him to fight another day. Obviously, I won’t be making the same mistake twice. Because here we are, six months later, and Price is back to his usual bullshit routine. Through all of his losses and undeniable embarrassment he didn’t learn a ####ing thing. Otherwise, he would know better than to start barking orders for things he will never have. I’ve been the All Star Champion for the better half of 2013. Price and Styles lost the Tag Team Championships on their very first defense against Heckler and Kosh. You know what that means? They will never be half the man I have become. Most of all, it means they will NEVER qualify for anything past their own pathetic limitations. So, Price wants a shot at my championship, huh? Well, good for him. Everyone needs some kind of ambition. Unfortunately, Stu E Price is not one of those people. He’s a natural born loser by his own admission. He isn’t going to be rewarded for that.
Jason: In other words, you’re just going to completely ignore him and his efforts directed towards the All Star Championship. Is that what you’re saying?
Michael James: Not exactly. If I want to be the flagship champion of the company I have to keep my eyes open at all times. I don’t sweat Price but if he decides to get in my way I’m going to give him the same treatment I give everyone else. He isn’t a champion. Not anymore. That means his name is practically worthless to the rest of us. Do you really think Senester is going to have complete confidence handing a title opportunity to someone that hasn’t earned it? Of course he isn’t. He wants what is best for HWA and that sure as Hell isn’t Stu E Price. If it was the entire company would fold in a matter of minutes. Luckily, Price is on his way out so we won’t have to worry about that. If he wants a shot at my championship he’s going to have to do the same thing Steve Angel did at Road to Ruin. But as we all know, Price isn’t known for pulling last minute victories out of his ass. He isn’t known for winning championships or having his name placed in high profile events. He’s known for losing. He’s a #### up and that’s the best he can ever hope to be. I’m not going to avoid him but at the same time I could really care less what he has to say. He’s in the same league as Heckler and Kosh. I don’t want anything to do with any of those assholes. I’m championship material and they aren’t. I’m constantly booked in the main event while they’re doomed to repeat their own mistakes. That’s the only thing Stu E Price has to look forward to now. Looking back, I probably should have just snapped his neck and done everyone a huge favor. But the past is the past and there’s nothing we can do to change it. All I can do now is hope for him to give me a reason to end his pathetic career. So please, Price. Go ahead and test me. I ####ing dare you.
* James carefully snuffs out his cigar on the side of the ash tray. Jason begins browsing through his notes. He stops on a note that has a printed copy of the most recent card featuring a match for the World Championship between Butch Parker and Bryan Deas *
Jason: Did Shevington send you the card?
Michael James: Yep.
Jason: Did you have a chance to look at the whole thing?
Michael James: I did.
Jason: Then I’m kind of interested to know what you think of this match they have booked with Parker and Deas. Do you really think its fair for Shevington to be giving Bryan the same opportunity you clearly earned at Road to Ruin?
Michael James: That’s really none of my concern, Jay. I’m not the appointed booker so my opinion of the match is pretty much irrelevant. I’m going to be the World Champion one way or another. I don’t care if I have to face Butch or Deas because I have already beaten them both on separate occasions. Do I think it’s fair that Bryan is getting a shot at the World Championship while I’m forced to defend the All Star Title against Styles? Sure. Why not? The first time he was given the same opportunity he chickened out and helped Butch #### Senester out of the World Championship. Now, Deas is being forced to face his chronic fear of competition. Everyone knows that he isn’t going to win and that’s the part I love, Jason. Even if it means showing support to one of my worst enemies, I’m going to have a blast watching Deas make a complete ass out of himself. And yes, I’m well aware of the mutual respect that Butch and Deas have for another. It’s quite sickening, really. But, just like everything else, I have a solution for that as well.
Jason: What do you mean?
* James pulls up the internet browser on his computer. He opens the Ticketmaster website and begins browsing through various events. A few seconds later he uses his credit card to reserve a front row seat for the next edition of Havoc *
Michael James: When it comes time for Deas and Butch to do battle for the World Championship I’ll have a seat waiting for me in the front row. That way I can be there in person to make sure everything goes the way it should. If I sense any kind of bullshit moves from either one of them I’ll be sure to step in and correct their mistakes. I might not have the luxury of calling the match but I’m still going to have the freedom to physically express my opinion. And just as you know Jason, when it comes time to get shit done I am a man of very few words. When Wisdom tried to interfere with my victory over Butch Parker I didn’t need a bunch of useless words to put her down. I happily kicked her in the face and that was the end of Wisdom Parker. She’ll say it was nothing like she always has in the past. And that’s fine with me. I’m not the one that was left lying face down in a pool of my own blood at Road to Ruin. Granted, there are always two sides to every story. One person will supply solid facts while the other creates an imaginary scapegoat. If people want to know the truth about my victory over the Parker family all they need to do is watch the footage. Wisdom might be able to bullshit a lot of people but there isn’t much she can do against the power of actual evidence. Of course, she’ll give us her usual “James sucks and Butch is great” speech but that doesn’t really do very much in the case of her fraudulent accusations. It’s like I said before. She’s a bold faced liar and a racist ####. She’ll deny until she dies. It’s the code of the crack #####.
Jason: Knowing Wisdom like I do she’s going to be fumed once she gets wind of these remarks. Haven’t you heard the term “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”?
Michael James: Of course I have. The only problem is Wisdom isn’t a woman and she has no fury. As far as I’m concerned I could scorn that ugly ass b###h twenty four hours a day and there would be no consequences for my actions. I already beat the shit out of her and Butch at Road to Ruin so basic common sense should tell her that isn’t a good idea to #### with Michael James. But she doesn’t understand common sense. Not many #####s do so there isn’t much that can be done to help her. Either way, that piece of shit is the least of my concerns now. I’m not going to be defending my championship against Wisdom on the next edition of Havoc. I’ll be facing Freddie Styles to determine the fate of his decaying career in the HWA. He could go one way and approach me like a professional or he could be like Butch Parker and end up with the worst beating of his life. I would say it’s “up to him” but in reality it isn’t up to him. It’s up to the current All Star Champion and that’s me. Everyone knows that I don’t lose. I don’t break and I don’t burn. Freddie Styles has already proven to everyone that he is more than capable of dropping the ball. He ####ed up at Road to Ruin and now he’s paying for his acts of stupidity. If he shows me an ounce of disrespect during our upcoming confrontation I will not hesitate to burn him to the ground. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, you say? Well, Shakesphere, you want to know what I say? Hell hath no fury like the King of the ####ing Deathmatch. No one crosses me and lives to brag about it. Unlike the rest of the assholes on the roster I’m not willing to sit on my ass and smile while people like Freddie Styles disgrace the company with imaginary accomplishments. I’m at the top because I earned it. I’m the undisputed champ because I’m better than everyone else.
* James looks past Jason and directs his attention towards the lens of the camera *
Michael James: There’s something I want you to remember, Styles. Perfection isn’t easy. But it is possible when you’re as good as the undefeated HWA All Star Champion, Michael James. See you on the flipside, mother####er.
* James picks up the butterfly knife and tosses it directly towards the camera lens. The frame suddenly cuts to static *
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