* We open a few hours after the closing of Havoc. The cameras follow Jason as he moves through a double doorway that leads to the infirmary of the arena. He enters the room and gains sight of Michael James being inspected by one of the physical trainers. James has several bandages wrapped around his mid section. With a cigar gripped between his teeth, James tilts his head and rolls his eyes when he gains sight of Jason *
Michael James: Oh, here we ####ing go. This is the last thing I need right now.
* James says with a frustrated tone *
Jason: Trust me, James. This isn’t a picnic for me either. If it wasn’t for this interview I would be on my way to the after party. Did you get the invite that Herrington sent out?
Michael James: Of course I did. But as you can see I’m in no condition for a party right now. The only thing I’m going to be celebrating tonight is the second I get some ####ing vicodin into my system.
Jason: Freddie Styles gave you one hell of a fight out there, huh?
Michael James: That mother####er didn’t do shit. He got in a few cheap shots but that’s all. He still lost the match, didn’t he?
Jason: Sure. If you want to call scoring a three count over the All Star Champ a technical “loss”.
Michael James: But it wasn’t a legit victory, either. Once again, Styles failed to live up to his own claims of greatness while managing to make a complete ass out of himself in the process. I don’t care who you are Jay, that’s what you call a natural born loser. No matter what excuses he wants to blow out of his ass Freddie has yet to achieve any kind of victory over me. The last time I faced Styles I took his sorry ass to school and left him lying in a pool of his own blood. This time, he tried to steal my championship by cheating because he knew he was out of options. You can get as technical as you want but at the end of the day the records are still going to show that Freddie Styles lost to Michael James. It might piss him off but I really don’t care. Facts are facts and there’s nothing that cocksucker can do to change that. As far as I’m concerned, he’s ancient history. I won, he lost. End of story.
Jason: What about The Parker Family and the rest of the newfound alliance? Do you think you’re done with them?
* James removes the cigar from his mouth. He laughs before looking back at Jason *
Michael James: To be honest with you, it makes no difference to me what happens with any of those douche bags. They can reunite the Nation of Domination and I’ll take them out the same way I did Parker, Styles and Judas Mercury. The only thing that is really starting to annoy me is the hypocrisy that seems to be spreading like a prostitute on pay day.
Jason: What do you mean?
Michael James: You really have to ask, Jay? Anyone with a decent working brain can see what’s going on. Shevington is out of her ####ing mind. First, she allows Butch and Wisdom to spam everyone with direct messages of racial bigotry. Then, in an effort to test my patience, she places me in a high profile match against Parker while refusing to place the World Championship on the line. Does anyone else smell the bullshit here or is it just me? Ever since I decided to take a piss in her apple pie, that stupid old ##### hasn’t been the same. And I can understand where she’s coming from. She wants to change the face of this business. So in an attempt to do he is pulling secret weapons out of her #### that obviously aren’t working out the way she planned. Just take a look at Freddie Styles. He talked and talked but at the end of the day it wasn’t enough to get the job done. Why? It’s simple. He's the past and I’m the future. As far as Styles is concerned, you might as well consider him a never was because that’s exactly what he’s destined to be from this point on. I don’t give a #### about any of those assholes, Jason. You know why? They aren’t worth my time. Right now Shevington is a ticking time bomb so there is no telling what her next mistake will be. Maybe she will find a way to reanimate Andre the Giant so she can introduce a French element to the company. Who knows? But more importantly, who cares? I have bigger things to worry about.
Jason: Like what?
Michael James: What the #### do you think?
Jason: Right. Butch’s World Championship.
Michael James: It’s good to see you aren’t as stupid as you look, Jay.
* James laughs as he exhales some smoke from his nostrils *
Michael James: I think people know how I feel about that championship by now. I’ve been asking for my shot since I first began this personal warfare with the Parker family. I already beat Butch Parker so according to the standard rules of competition, I should be holding that title right now. Not some undeserving asshole that has done nothing but lie about his own abilities since day one. I haven’t lied about anything. I told people I would prove to be the future of the company and that’s exactly what I am today. The only reason I’m without the World Championship is because Butch Parker and Shevington refuse to accept the concept of change. At Road to Ruin, the world was witness to my victory over Butch Parker. People know what I can do and they know how much better I am than the current World Champion. Liz Shevington happens to be one of those people. She knows I can beat that piece of shit anytime I ####ing want. She knows I can take the World Championship at the drop of a hat. Yet, here we are, close to two months after my proven victory and she’s still wasting my time. So, it’s like I said before. I smell bullshit.
* James bites down on the cigar when the doctor tightens the bandage wrap sealed around his rib cage *
Michael James: But now that we have a bunch of spineless pricks like Bryan Deas and Price trying to get involved, the tension creates an extremely hazardous environment for everyone. Think about it for a second, Jason. What happened the last time Senester and I were forced to work as a team? People got hurt and a few of them are still missing in action. When you add the combination of the two of us with a couple of guys that have been robbed of their rightful gold, it basically paints a huge cross fire on the backs of every face in the company. Sure, most of them will say that safety isn’t a concern and they can “handle themselves”. The last time Bryan Deas thought he could hold his own he ended up in a ####ing wheelchair. Now that he has to deal with the same two men that helped place him in that paraplegic throne, I know he’ll find a way to tuck tail and run. Stu E Price. Well, let’s be honest with each other, Jay. Stu E Price is lucky to still have a job. I’ve seen my fair share of losing streaks but this guy is ####ing ridiculous. The closest thing he came to scoring a victory was back in January when Shevington had to stop me from snapping his neck. I understand that Butch and Wisdom need as much cover as possible but putting the rest of the roster at risk seems like a bad move to me. Butch is going to lose the World Championship one way or another. He almost lost it to Deas on Havoc so what does that say abut his chances against the undefeated All Star Champion? It’s just another one of his many efforts to avoid losing the only valuable thing he has left in his pathetic life. Sure, he will claim that he could die happy with Wisdom’s love but everyone knows that’s a bunch of horse shit. As far as I can tell Wisdom’s love is about as valuable as a bag of Santa’s diarrhea on Christmas morning.
* The doctor seals the wrap on the bandages and informs James that he is done. He writes James a prescription for some pain killers and hands it to him. He stands up and puts on his jacket while exhaling a cloud of smoke from his nostrils. James grips his side as he takes a few steps away from the doctor. He picks up his gym bag and signals for Jason to walk with him. James drapes the All Star Championship over his shoulder. He and Jason begin walking towards the back exit of the arena *
Jason: So, I take it you aren’t concerned with the best of three series that Shevington announced at the end of Havoc?
Michael James: I wouldn’t say that. If it means a shot at the World Championship then I am always ready to give the situation my full attention. You were ringside when I pinned Butch Parker so you know what’s going to happen with this contest. It’s going to be the conclusion of Butch and Wisdom Parker in the HWA. No one wants to share their racist views or their shallow minded opinions. No one wants to see a ####ing nazi representing the company. They want to see Michael James as the next HWA World Heavyweight Champion because I give them exactly what they want to see. I’m the biggest asshole on the roster yet I’m the most celebrated name in the entire company. Butch and Wisdom will never know what that’s like because they’re too busy burning crosses outside of abortion clinics. If Shevington was telling the truth and we are going to be allowed to design our own stipulations, I’m going to make this the worst night of Butch Parker’s career. And yes, Butch, we already know what you’re going to do. You want to play it safe and stick to the traditional rules of mat wrestling. I’m fine with that. Bring your bland and boring material and I’ll be sure to supply the ultraviolent entertainment that people are expecting to see. Not only that, but I’ll make sure my production company is ringside so I can send you video documentation of the moment you lost the HWA World Championship.
* James and Jason make their exit from the building and move towards the parking lot. They begin walking towards a group of rental cars set aside for employees of the HWA. James snuffs out his cigar and places it inside of his jacket *
Jason: What about Freddie Styles? After the conclusion of tonight’s match he’s going to be dying to get his hands on the All Star Championship. I have a feeling you haven’t heard the last of him.
Michael James: Who cares? #### Freddie Styles. He tried to cheat and I caught him red handed. That’s all there is to it. If he wants to do something about it he is more than welcome to file his complaints with someone who actually gives a shit. I’m still the champ and I’m still undefeated so Freddie Styles can go #### himself. I know he won’t agree but that’s why I have always refereed to Freddie as a complete idiot. He said he was going to win the All Star Championship on his own but he wasn’t able to do that. So, in spite of having no control over a flawless opponent, he decided to cheat. That was a mistake. You want to know why? He wasn’t dealing with someone like Bryan Deas that relies on stupidity to drift through his confrontations. He was up against the most intelligent mind on the roster and he thought he could bullshit his way through the match. Obviously, things didn’t turn out like Styles expected them to. He thought he could cheat and now he has nothing to show for it. No victory and no championship for Freddie Styles. Just like I said it was going to be from the very beginning. Maybe if Styles had taken my advice and ran for the hills he wouldn’t have these problems right now. But it’s like I said before. Who cares about that douche bag? He lost and I won and now he’s nothing more than another Judas Mercury. As you can see from the fifteen pounds of gold on my shoulder, I did everything I promised I would do. Styles on the other hand, did not. Now he’s back at the bottom rung while I’m still the king of the mountain.
* James makes it to his rental car and opens the trunk. He tosses his bag and the All Star Championship into the trunk and walks to the driver side. He opens the door and prepares to get inside. He turns back towards Jason at the last second and offers him a ride to the bar where the after party is being held. Jason accepts the offer and walks to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door and sits down on the passenger seat. The car backs out of the parking spot and quickly makes an exit from the parking lot *
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