HWA House Show
Backstage Area
* Fade in to what appears to be the backstage during the production of a random HWA house show. The frame is locked on two doors near the back of the arena as we see the moving shadow of a large man approaching from the other side. The doors suddenly slam open causing one of the glass frames to shatter upon impact of a nearby wall. Michael James enters the building gripping a Cuban cigar between his teeth and the HWA All Star Championship strapped around his waist. He storms through the frame and as we follow James he makes his way towards the dressing rooms. He spots a man wearing an “Arena Staff” shirt and calls out to him *
Michael James: Hey.
Man: Yea?
Michael James: Where the #### is Butch Parker?
Man: Your guess is as good as mine. You may want to try his dressing room. It’s down the hall to the left.
Michael James: Thanks.
* James storms down the hallway and discovers the door to Butch’s dressing room. The door is shut with a “Do Not Disturb” sign placed on the knob. James removes the cigar from his mouth and exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth. He approaches the door and knocks three times *
Michael James: Open up, Butch.
* A few seconds pass as James waits for a reply from Butch *
Michael James: Okay. You want to do things the hard way. That works for me.
* James unravels the large chain and wraps a length of it around the knob of the door. He steps back a few feet and with one almighty yank he rips the door off the hinges causing a loud “CRACK” sound to echo throughout the surrounding area. James casually enters the room *
Michael James: Yoo-hoo. Hellooooo.
* He says with a sadistic tone as he enters the room to find no sign of Butch Parker. Dust and debris from the shattered door fills the office as James stands in the center of the room. He looks around with a disgusted expression on his face *
Michael James: You know something, Butch? I’m getting really sick of this. To be honest, I can’t really blame you for trying to tuck tail and hide from your problems. At this point in time you are in a position that only a few people have been able to come back from so I can understand your dilemma. But what I can’t understand is why you keep ducking me and my business with the HWA World Championship. Don’t get me wrong. Unlike the douche bags that have been the source of your problems I’m not blind or clueless. I can clearly see that you have bigger problems to worry about than upholding your fictitious reputation of a flawless champion. But one thing that you need to do is see things from my point of view. Since the moment I arrived in the company I’ve been busting my ass to make sure things go according to plan. Anytime Senester needed assistance of any kind I was always there ready to prove my loyalty to the company. And what do I get in return? A bunch of no talent assholes like Bryan Deas, Freddie Styles and Stu E Price. Instead of being given the respect I deserve I’m matched against a bunch of natural born losers just to prove what I’m capable of doing. Do you think I appreciate that, Butch? No, I sure as hell don’t appreciate it. You have already proven to the entire world how much you like being at the bottom of the food chain. I don’t. I like being at the top and I can’t do that without becoming the HWA World Champion. It’s not just a want or desire for me anymore. It’s a ####ing requirement.
* James takes a drag from his cigar and ashes a large clump on the floor *
Michael James: And Butch, don’t think that anyone forgot what happened at Road to Ruin. Despite what kind of smoke you want to blow out of your ass the entire company was witness to the one sided beat down I gave to the current World Champion. You can make whatever excuses you want. The records still show that Michael James beat Butch Parker and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to change that. I beat a so called company “legend” without breaking a sweat and what do I get in return? Nothing. What does Parker get? Placed in a main event for the same championship he lost on two occasions. Call it whatever you want, I call it bullshit. I should be the World Champion right now. Not the guy who lost to me because he decided to run like a b###h in an effort to raise his popularity status. Parker is a ####ing joke who may have had the ability to hold that title at one point in time. But it’s like I said before. That was then and this is now. Legend or not, I still beat him fair and square so if anyone deserves credit for being a flawless champion, it’s me. #### Butch Parker. #### Wisdom and #### anyone who wants to stand in my way. The concept of allowing an imbecile like Butch Parker to lead us into the future isn’t just offending, it’s downright pathetic. We all have problems of our own. But that isn’t a reason to let anything stop us from what we were put here to do. I was placed in the HWA to become the next World Champion. What’s your purpose, Butch?
* James grows a cynical grin across his face as he exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils *
Michael James: You need to understand something, Parker. I don’t like being taken for a fool. I don’t like having my talent go to waste and that’s exactly what you’re doing by trying to keep me as far away from the World Championship as humanly possible. Personally, I think we both know what’s going to happen at Fatality. I’m going to walk into the Taipei Deathmatch, rip you apart and leave as the new HWA World Champion. Everyone knows you can’t win this, Butch. You tried once before and failed miserably so what makes you think this match is going to be any different? It’s not. You’re going to have your ass handed to you the same way you did at Road to Ruin. The sad part is you’re thrilled to death about it. As far as I can tell you can’t wait to lose the World Championship and to be honest with you Butch, I can’t ####ing wait to be the one to take it from you. I’ve already perfected the art of crafting your doom so having the brutal element of a deathmatch isn’t going to make things any easier for you. It’s like I said before. There’s a damn good chance you aren’t going to be making it back from this. You’re a tired old man and old men die just the dinosaurs that came before your sorry ####ing existence. At Fatality I’m not going to be concerned with things that happened in the past. I’m focused on being the future of the HWA and the man the people can be proud to call their World Heavyweight Champion. You’re focused on what, Butch? That’s right. Retirement. The end of your petty career thanks to the actions of a man that is clearly better than you could ever hope to be. It might not be how you wanted the dream to die but sometimes you don’t have a ####ing choice, Parker.
* James extends the length of the chain and drapes it over his shoulders in homage to Bruiser Brody. He inhales another drag from the cigar *
Michael James: There’s a reason they call it the Japanese Deathmatch, asshole. It’s like Buffalo Bill said once before. You don’t know what pain is and that’s exactly what it comes down to in regards to this match at Fatality. I know you think you’ve been in a lot of “violent” situations before involving chairs, ladders, staple guns and fluffy rainbows but this isn’t going to be anything like that, Butch. You aren’t stepping into the ring with someone like Fallen or Draconis who have no ####ing clue what they’re doing. You’re stepping into the abyss with a former King of the Deathmatch that has no intentions of pulling any punches. I want the HWA World Championship more than anything and I will have no problem putting you on the shelf to make it happen. At Fatality, it isn’t going to be about your racist opinions or tired ####ing taglines. It’s going to be about Michael James putting an end to the fraudulent legacy of the One Man Tartan Army. It’s going to be about restoring equality for the company through the heroic actions of an undefeated champion. And yes, Butch, I know what you’re saying. How can I be this much smarter than you? It isn’t very hard to figure out. I’m a genius and you’re a mindless fool. I’m always right and you’re always wrong. I’m the future and you’re the past. You can live with it or you can try and prove me wrong. But let’s be honest with each other, Parker. Everyone knows that isn’t going to happen. If you were going to do something you would have done it already. Woulda, coulda, shoulda; you stupid son of a b###h.
* He turns his back to the camera and adjusts his sunglasses. He cracks his neck and turns back around and faces the camera while resting his hands on the strap of the All Star Championship *
Michael James: I have told the world how sick I am of Butch Parker. I’ve been forced to tolerate his bullshit for over a year and now I’m finally being given an opportunity to face him for the World Championship. Sure, I could have been given a shot at the title a lot sooner but I’ll take what I can get. This isn’t my company. This is my home and unlike Parker I will always prove to be a company player. I will never turn my back on the people that rely on me or try to bullshit my way through the competition. Unlike Parker I have always proven to be a man of my word. At Fatality I’m going to continue doing that when I bury his sorry ass under six feet of glass to become the next HWA World Champion. He wanted a war and when I gave him one it was too much for Butch or Wisdom to handle. Now he wants to try and “beat me at my own game” by turning our first of three into a deathmatch. But you know something? I’m fine with that because it’s his ####ing funeral. Not mine. If he wants to bleed then I will make him bleed. If he wants to lose the World Championship in one of the most unforgiving environments the company has ever experienced, more power to him. This loss is Parker’s cross to bear. Not mine. I could really care less what happens at Fatality because Butch Parker doesn’t concern me. He never has and he never will. All I care about is leading the HWA into the future by taking the only valuable thing Parker has left in his shallow existence. After he loses at Fatality it will be back to the trailer park where he will have no choice live out the rest of his days tending to Wisdom’s addiction to triple penetration and crystal meth.
* The frame cuts to a static feed and the promo gradually fades to black *
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