01/24/2014
HWA House Show
Backstage Area
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* The cameras cut to the backstage area. The frame moves past a sign that reads “Dressing Rooms” as viewers gain sight of the HWA All Star Champion moving through the hallway. Michael James passes by a few of the arena’s staff until coming to a door with his name printed on the front. He twists the knob and grows an expression of confusion on his face when he is unable to open the door. He tightens his grip on the knob in an effort to rip it away from the door. A few seconds later the knob gives and Michael James forces his way inside of the room *
Voices: Odoroki!!!!
* The camera stays locked on James to reveal a smile on his face. The frame pans around the room to show what appears to be a private party arranged by a few of his close friends and colleagues. There is a large banner placed on the wall that reads “Congratulations, Champ!” directly next to a laminated image of Michael James following his victory over Judas Mercury at Blood, Sweat and Tears. There are several tables placed around the room being used to display the various selections of food and alcohol. Michael James inches forward and gains sight of a large throne style chair placed in the center of the room *
Michael James: Don’t mind if I do.
* James casually sits down in the seat of the throne and leans back. He removes his sunglasses and he stuffs them inside of his jacket. He keeps one hand on the leather strap of his All Star Championship while a few of his guests prepare a round of drinks. A few seconds later, two attractive women in their early twenties enter the room. They are both dressed like they came from a strip club, judging from their exotic wardrobe. The two girls sit down on Michael’s lap and begin to flirt with him by running their hands through his hair. A third stripper appears to the side of James and taps him on the shoulder. When the All Star Champion faces the busty blonde she places a three foot glass bong in his hand. James removes a lighter from his pocket and ignites the bowl near the bottom of the bong. He inhales a huge cloud of smoke into his lungs. Michael James leans forward and begins to cough due to the marijuana smoke filling his lungs. A few of Michael’s guests begin to laugh as he leans back in the throne. The camera cuts to a man dressed in an expensive suit pouring some champagne into a glass. He moves past the throne and taps the glass with a small fork *
Bryan: Good evening, distinguished guests and colleagues; my name is Bryan Lehman, Attorney at Law. I want to be the first one to thank all of you for arriving on such short notice. I think it’s no secret to anyone what this means to Mr. James. And I know he is more than thankful to be able to share it with people that truly support the development of his career. So, if you don’t mind, I would like everyone to join me in a toast to the FUTURE HWA World Champion. Here’s to the Personification of Perfection, Michael James!
* Bryan and the other guests lift their glasses with a respectful toast *
Kassai!!!
* Everyone has a sip of their drinks while James grows an expression of pride on his face. Bryan moves towards a stereo placed near the back of the room and slides a compact disc into the player. A few seconds later the cameras cut back to Michael James and “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play on the stereo. The two girls stand up and begin to seduce Michael with a dual lap dance as he inhales another hit from the bong. Smoke gradually drifts from his nostrils as he takes a brief moment to evaluate his success *
Michael James: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Sometimes in life things have a particular way of working themselves out. Sure, you may not have the same results with people like Freddie Styles, Judas Mercury or Butch Parker but that’s because they’re what are referred to as natural born losers. Over the last year no one has been able to put a dent in my record as the only undefeated champion in the entire company. When I arrived in 2012 and told people I was untouchable it wasn’t a ####ing joke. I meant what I said and so far no one has been able to prove me wrong. I have been able to keep the All Star Championship longer than any of the prior champions because unlike them I’m not some piece of shit trying to scam my way through fraudulent victories. There is nothing fake about Michael James despite what people want to say about my flawless record. Mindless assholes like Butch Parker and Freddie Styles can try to challenge the truth but in the end they’re going to end up with nothing but shit. They can sit around and whine about their consecutive losses to me or they can try to do something about it. Personally, I could give two shits about their pointless opinions because they don’t concern me. I’m the man of the hour. I’m destined to become next World Heavyweight Champion while both of those pricks are destined to wallow in a pit of their own failure. Freddie Styles will never be the All Star Champion no matter how much he wants to accomplish the impossible. He was given multiple opportunities to take the All Star Championship from me and he ####ed up by doing business with the Parker Family. Why should he be allowed another chance at the gold when everyone knows he’s going to strike out?
* One of the girls straddles Michael’s face while the other temptress begins to grind her backside on top of his lap *
Michael James: As far as I’m concerned Styles is no better than Bryan Deas or Wayne Heckler. He’s at the bottom of the barrel so he might as well be ####ing invisible. I don’t have that problem because I’ve been at the top since I scored a victory over the World Champion at Road to Ruin. I don’t have time to waste on petty assholes with dreams that will never come true. It might sound harsh and unforgiving to some people but that’s just another reason why opinions are ####ing useless to me. I’ve always been a man of truth so if I say something you can bet your ass it’s going to happen. I don’t make accusations that could go “one way or another” because failure is not an option for Michael James.
* One of the strippers slowly runs her hand up Michael’s thigh. She stops when she reaches the face plate of the HWA All Star Championship. She leans in and whispers something into his ear *
Michael James: I’m a straight shooter. Unlike Butch Parker, I won’t lie to your face or tell you things I know will prove to be a pile of steaming bullshit. I’ll tell you how things are meant to be and if you don’t like what you hear it isn’t my ####ing problem. Butch doesn’t want to lose the World Championship because he knows it will be the end of his career. You know what I say to that? Tough shit. If you want my opinion I think he should have quit a long time ago. At Fatality, I’m going to be putting the poor bastard out of his misery. I’m going to bring a much needed end to a pointless “legacy” that should have died in 2005. In other words I’m going to be the reason why we will never have to see Butch Parker ever again. I’m going to stand on his throat, declare victory over Butch and become the undisputed champion that I was meant to become the moment I signed with the HWA.
* James moves the glass bong to his mouth and takes another hit. He inhales a thick cloud of smoke into his lungs and smiles upon sight of the blonde stripper’s backside. She laughs and snaps the string on her thong as James exhales the smoke through his mouth *
Michael James: Since I arrived in the company no one has been able to defeat me. When I took control of the All Star Championship, people had no clue what was going to happen next. Some figured it was a cookie cutter victory and I was destined to lose the title on my first defense. The next thing they know I’m racking up more victories in a few months than the World Champion has earned in the last three years. People were wrong about me and now they have no choice but to acknowledge my success. Soon enough they’re going to have no choice but to recognize Michael James as the face of the company and I can’t ####ing wait. Actions speak louder than words and since I can execute both with perfect precision I will have no problems walking out of the Taipei Deathmatch as the next HWA World Champion. And yes, Butch. I know this match is going to violent, brutal, inhumane and everything you have promised it’s going to be. But what you fail to comprehend is the fact that none of that bullshit makes any difference to me. Unlike you, I was a part of the Japanese Uprising that took control of the underground. I was one of the guys risking his life by participating in experimental deathmatches to make sure Onita’s dream became a reality. I was witness to the Taipei before it was even introduced to the States. You know what that means? You aren’t showing me anything I haven’t seen before, asshole. While you and Wisdom were sitting around the trailer park mocking people for their individual ethnicity I was making history by contributing to something that changed the face of professional wresting.
* Bryan, Michael’s attorney, approaches his client and hands James a wine glass that is halfway filled with white wine. The two clink their glasses together and he wishes James luck in his match against Butch Parker at Fatality. One of the strippers draws Michael’s attention away from his attorney by removing her skimpy top. He grows a smile on his face as he directs his sight towards her exposed breasts *
Michael James: When I told people I was sick of listening to Butch Parker it wasn’t meant as a joke. And you know something else? I know for a fact that I’m not alone. There is nothing unique or entertaining about Butch or Wisdom Parker other than the times they have suffered numerous losses to the All Star Champion. Aside from the amusement of their constant failure there isn’t very much they can offer the company.
* James takes a sip from the glass and holds the wine in his mouth for a few seconds. He allows the liquid to glide down his throat as he glares forward at the topless stripper *
Michael James: Let’s face facts here. Wisdom isn’t getting any younger and she definitely isn’t making any efforts to raise her severely limited intellect. And Butch? Well, let’s just say that Butch has seen better days and hope that he can find a way to come to terms with his immediate retirement. It really makes no difference to me because unlike Butch I have a future to think about. I’m going to have a World Championship to defend against a cluster of ignorant assholes that have no place in the same league as the Personification of Perfection. I have beaten everyone there is to beat and now I’m going to have to do it all over again to retain my property. I’m fine with that. We can start with Bryan Deas and keep moving down the list until we end up with an entire roster full of paraplegics. I don’t care who they want to throw at me. I know the game because I’ve played before and I’m still the champ. I know Butch doesn’t like what I have to say about him. But at the same time he refuses to do anything about it. That’s why I call him a coward. When it comes to being a loser no one would know the role better than Parker. He’s the only World Champion that will sit on his ass and smile while the rest of us laugh behind his back. It’s like I said before. Butch Parker has seen better days.
* The blonde stripper takes the glass from James and pours a small amount of the wine onto her breasts. She leans back and arches her chest forward as James takes another hit from the bong *
Michael James: Unfortunately, these are the final days of his career so my money says he won’t be performing any miracles anytime soon. At Fatality he’s going to lie down and die like a dog in the street because that’s how things are meant to be. Even the people that used to support Butch are turning their favors in my direction. Why? It isn’t that hard to figure out. Butch is a lost cause while I have proven to be the new breed of flawless perfection. The people want a champion they can trust. They want a champion that can do the unthinkable. They want a champion that can defend the gold against all odds and walk away without a scratch. As much as Butch, Styles, Wisdom, Fallen, Draconis, Price and Deas want to deny the obvious, that champion is Michael James. Unlike those clueless douche bags I have the ability to adapt to any environment and use it to my advantage. Unlike those pig ####ers, I don’t spit a bunch of meaningless shit when I decide to speak my mind. When people take my words for granted they usually end up hurt or physically ill and that’s exactly why I’m hoping that Butch makes the same mistake. I want him to lose this match as much as everyone else. I’m dedicated to the failure of Butch Parker so I won’t be cutting him any slack at Fatality. Why should I? He didn’t cut me any slack when he decided to wage war over the color of my skin. So you know what? I see no reason to do him any favors. #### Butch and #### his imaginary legacy. When this is over I’m going to take a dump on his tombstone.
* James downs the rest of the wine from the glass and tosses it to the floor. He pulls the stripper forward and buries his face in her breasts causing the woman to laugh out loud. A static feed interrupts the reception of the footage. A few seconds later the frame cuts to white noise *
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