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05/05/14
New Orleans, Louisiana
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* We open with an aerial view high above the St. Augustine Catholic Church in New Orleans, Louisiana. It had been some time since HWA viewers were brought to the big easy for business purposes, and now that things were working in the favor of the World Heavyweight Champion it was time for Michael James to seek forgiveness for his supposed ‘sins’. Unfortunately, the Personification of Perfection had no intentions of doing that since he felt he had done nothing wrong. The last time Michael James was in the church it was 2012 and he was preparing for his return to the wrestling business. Fast forward three years, two championships and numerous accomplishments later; and we have the man we all know as the undefeated HWA World Champion. The cameras move past the front door and give viewers a full frame view of the church’s sanctuary that appears to be currently occupied by a children’s choir in the middle of their rehearsal. A man is found seated in the front row directing the music as various tenants of the church attend to their various duties. The cameras cut to far right side of the building where we gain sight of Michael James seated in one of the pews. He has the HWA World Championship draped over his shoulder and smug smile stretching from ear to ear *
Michael James: A long time ago I had someone tell me that in order to take responsibility for your success you have to eventually give credit to those who helped you along the way. Personally, I could really care less about the people in my past because I have more important things to worry about. Sure, I could always go back and apologize to a few douche bags like Butch Parker and Judas Mercury for the sake of good sportsmanship. But I’m not going to do that because I’m a man that likes to live for the future. I’m a man that refuses to take no for an answer and that’s why I’m the undefeated World Heavyweight Champion. I beat both of those assholes more times than I can remember because I was destined to be the new breadwinner of the company. I took both of their championships and proved to everyone that I wasn’t lying when I said I refuse to accept failure as an option. I did everything I said I was going to do when I had the odds stacked against me in every single confrontation. Butch and Wisdom Parker wanted me gone and I refused to give in to their mindless bullshit. They thought they could push me away with spineless racism. They thought they could bully me out of the company with pointless acts of bigotry. At the end of the day it did nothing more than fuel my desire to do exactly what I set out to do. Be the best, beat the rest and successfully become the next HWA World Champion.
* James begins nodding his head in rhythm to the sound of the choir as he leans back in the pew. He places his hand on the leather strap of the HWA World Championship *
Michael James: The only part I’m really having problems understanding is why Wisdom would willingly toss some random member of the Parker clan into the direct line of fire. Sure, I always knew she was a magnet for venereal diseases but never would I imagine her being a traitor to her own cause. I mean, let’s be honest here. Sean Parker had no business getting into the ring with me. He knew what I was capable of doing and still decided to risk life and limb to try and defend the reputation of his pathetic family. But, only a few seconds into the encounter he was exactly where Butch ended up the last time we saw each other. Is it my fault the poor kid might have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair? Possibly. But then again, that’s not my problem. His safety is none of my ####ing concern and that’s not going to change anytime soon. Common sense should have told him it wasn’t a good idea but just like Butch and Wisdom, he didn’t try to approach me with intelligence, respect or intellect. He jumped me from behind and then took a huge crap in his pants when I decided to fire back. It might not have been what Wisdom was expecting to see but it happened nonetheless. I hit him with a few Lethal Injections and sent his sorry ass back to the trailer park. It’s like I said before. That’s what I do. I end careers for the sake of my own amusement. I organize the pecking order according to my design because I have the ability to do things that others can’t. If you don’t believe me just ask Wisdom how Butch has been doing since his loss at Fatality.
* When the choir takes a short break Michael James reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out his trademark flash. He removes the top and pours a shot of Sake down his throat while he waits for the choir to begin the next song *
Michael James: The only thing I found more amusing than the recent destruction of Sean Parker’s career, is the fact that Wisdom has somehow decided to try and fill the shoes of her defeatist husband. And don’t get me wrong. Despite the fact that I can admire what she’s trying to do it doesn’t mean I’m going to cut her any slack when she decides to test me. If Wisdom wants to get in my face I’m going do exactly what I’ve always done in the past and slap her back down like the ##### that she is. If she wants to bark and bite like a rabid dog then I really have no choice but to put the b###h to sleep. The best part is this time around there won’t be a damn thing that Butch can do to stop me. Wisdom asked for a piece of the World Champion in her last promo and that’s exactly what she’s going to get. If she wants to take on the responsibilities of a fallen piece of shit then who the hell am I to deny her? I’ve always been a straight shooter and I have no reason to pull any punches when it comes to Wisdom Parker. If she wants pain I can give her pain. If she wants to suffer without end then I can do that too. The only thing I can’t do is grant her a match with the World Champion unless she finds a way to agree to my personal stipulation. You see, there isn’t very much I haven’t done to Wisdom Parker. I’ve beaten her senseless, humiliated her family and defeated her husband so many times he refuses to show his face in public. The only thing I haven’t done is give Wisdom what she has been begging for since the moment she first laid eyes on Michael James.
* He takes a much larger swig from the flask and places it back inside of his jacket *
Michael James: Everyone knows that Wisdom has been trying to rock my cock since the moment I spit in her husband’s face. I signed with the company, cracked a few skulls and then refused to take my position under the so called “legacy” of Butch Parker. As far as I was concerned Butch wasn’t a threat to me. He was nothing more than another washed up dinosaur trying to revive his dying career at my expense. I didn’t have time for his bullshit. I didn’t have the patience to listen to another pathetic asshole giving me the same ####ing routine I’ve seen a million times before. When Butch refused to get out of my way I put my foot on his throat and pushed him aside like everyone else. Wisdom wasn’t used to being with a man with that level of complete defiance. She expected me to back down from her stuttering freak of husband and when I didn’t it made the b###h weak in the knees. Soon enough, the very sight of Michael James would cause her panties to drop to the floor. And now Butch is nothing more than a former champion left with the memories of his consistent failure, Wisdom is starting to second guess the concept of commitment. She wants to be the center of attention once again and knows she can’t do that with a lifeless pile of shit like Butch Parker. She wants more than he can give her and can’t help but drop to her knees upon the mere sight of the current World Champion.
* James turns his attention towards an usher who appears to be standing in the aisle, glaring at him for speaking out loud *
Michael James: Can I help you with something, chief?
Usher: I was about to ask you the same question.
* James replies to the usher in Japanese with a frustrated tone. The usher grows a confused expression on his face and continues walking further along the aisle *
Michael James: If Wisdom truly wants me to put her on the same shelf where I left the rest of her family it isn’t going to be according to her terms and specifications. I’m the champ and that means I make the rules. From where I’m sitting that stupid ##### can either roll with the punches or go back to sucking off strangers for apples and oranges. It really makes no difference to me because no matter what happens I’m still going to the undefeated World Champion. I’m still going to be the man that put an end to the career of Butch Parker. When everything is said and done and I leave Wisdom looking like Rihanna after going a few rounds with Chris Brown, I’m going to make her my b###h. And I don’t mean that in a metaphorical sense. I mean she is literally going to become my property in accordance with the stipulations of the match. It’s like I said before. There isn’t much I haven’t done to Wisdom so making her my personal ##### sounds like a damn good idea to me. She might not like it but if she truly wants to avenge her family name that’s what Wisdom is going to have to do. If I want to see tits she’s going to show me tits. If I want her to dance naked while I sit back and smile she’s going to do strip down on command. Sure, it might be what she has wanted all along but that really makes no difference at this point. I already took what I wanted from Butch. Now, I’m going to take the only thing Wisdom has left; her pride, shame and pointless dignity.
* After concluding their rehearsal the choir group moves away from the front of the church. James casually stands up and moves away from the pew. He begins walking down the aisle and eventually stops in front of an empty confessional booth. He steps inside of the booth and sits down with his hand gripping the large breast plate of the HWA World Championship. The priest on the other end of the booth slides back the wooden slate and looks through the small opening *
Father: How long has it been since your last confession my son?
Michael James: It’s been about three years since we last spoke, Father. I’m sure you don’t remember me but—
* The priest on the looks through the opening once again and grows an annoyed expression *
Father: Cuban cigar?
Michael James: Okay, I guess you do remember.
Father: How could I forget? We had to refurbish the entire booth to get the smell of smoke out of the upholstery.
* James takes a moment to inspect the booth and he notices the modern upholstery *
Michael James: Not bad. I would have gone with a different color but it’s your shit box.
* The priest rolls his eyes in frustration and turns away from James *
Father: What is it you would like to confess?
Michael James: I just have a few things I want to get off of my chest.
Father: Such as?
Michael James: Let me ask you something, Father. What’s your opinion when it comes to beating women?
* The priest releases a surprised scoff in reaction to his question *
Father: I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?
Michael James: Just hear me out before you jump the gun, alright? I’m in a situation right now involving a married couple where things have pretty much made a complete turn for the worst.
Father: What do you mean?
Michael James: It isn’t sexual or anything like that so don’t get the wrong idea. I’ll make things easy for you by starting with the husband. For the last year this guy has done everything in his power to try and make my life a living hell. He attacked my race, my personality, my flawless talent and anything else he can try to pull out of his ass. So I decided to call him out and when he found out I was more than he could handle he tried to test me by challenging my capabilities in what we like to call a “deathmatch.” Needless to say things didn’t turn out the way he expected. I won the match, I took his championship and then he decided to tuck his tail between his legs and run away.
Father: I still don’t see how this has anything to do with what you mentioned before.
Michael James: Because I’m not done yet. Fast forward a few weeks after the most humiliating loss of Butch Parker’s career and now I have his stubborn wife getting in my face with all kinds of pointless threats. Sure, I could have just ignored her like I always have in the past but I don’t think I can do that anymore. Quite honestly, I don’t want to ignore her when she’s finally getting interesting.
Father: It sounds like you have a hidden admiration for this woman.
* James laughs out loud *
Michael James: And it sounds to me like you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Why would I admire a woman that wants to spend her life trying to get on my last nerve? There’s nothing admirable about this woman, father. In your world she would be recognized as a vengeful harlot, a temptress and a nymphomaniac. In my world she’s recognized as a bottom feeding skank with no possible future. This is the woman making threats on my life. She’s making threats on my career and I plan to do something about it.
Father: What kind of plans are you referring to?
Michael James: The kind that involve the b###h lying flat on her back with my foot on top of her throat. If Wisdom loses the ability to speak it will put an end to all of her problems. Butch on the other hand had to learn that lesson the hard way. Now he can’t even wipe his own ass without calling out for help. And you know what? He has no one to blame but himself. I may have been the one to cause his physical suffering but I refuse to accept the blame for anything else. I told him that pissing me off was a bad idea. I told him that he was going to get hurt and he was going to lose everything. He didn’t believe me just like Wisdom refuses to accept the things I’m going to do to her.
Father: Well, I can tell you right now that putting your hands on any woman in a violent manner is considered a sin in the eyes of the Lord. The Ten Commandments clearly state “thou shall bear false witness against thy neighbor”.
Michael James: But I’m not bearing false witness to my neighbor. I’m bearing it against a stupid ####ing ##### with no sense of respect for anything. Surely even God can see the sanity in what I’m trying to do here. Why else do you think he created a flood to wash away the scum of the earth? That’s what I’m trying to do and you’re sitting here telling me I’m committing a sin.
Father: It’s a sin because you aren’t acting with intentions of mercy and Godliness. You want to physically hurt this woman because of things she has said and done when you should be forgiving her.
Michael James: Oh, yea. For she knows not what she does, right?
Father: Exactly.
Michael James: WRONG! This rotten b###h knows exactly what she’s trying to do. So you know what that means? Forgiveness is ####ing impossible. As far as I’m concerned Wisdom has pushed me to my breaking point and since I don’t actually have one she’s leaving me with no choice but to make an example out of her mistakes. She told the world she wanted to face me in a sanctioned confrontation in an attempt to score some payback for the things I did to Sean Parker. And you know something, Father? I don’t blame her. She has a right to want things and to feel the need to stick up for the black sheep in her family. Personally, I figured she was the worst they had to offer being the mother of cross breed b###h of a daughter but I guess you learn something new everyday. No matter what the case may be this is one situation where I refuse to turn the other cheek.
Father: And what kind of example are you setting for everyone else by making that decision?
Michael James: I’ll be making a good decision that others can use as a proper source of education. People need to learn that every action has a consequence and there is nothing they can do to escape their own destiny. As you can see I’ve already fulfilled my destiny by defeating Butch Parker to become the HWA World Champion. Now that he’s out of the picture I have a score to settle with Wisdom and I can already tell it isn’t going to be pretty. The last time I saw that b###h she made the mistake of testing my patience. She thought she could step into the ring with an undefeated champion and hold her own without the aid of her pathetic husband. Unfortunately for Wisdom, she was wrong.
Father: Are you saying this was a physical dispute or just a verbal disagreement?
Michael James: Oh, it was definitely...physical. So physical in fact that she ended up as nothing more than a bloody ####ing mess passing out in the middle of the ring. You see, after I got bored of beating her from pillar to post I decided to cut off her blood flow. She came out preaching about how she was going to use her pain to teach me a lesson just to have the entire plan blow up in her face. And now, only a few days later, she wants to do it all over again. I always knew she was a desperate ##### but I had no clue was such a glutton for punishment. If she could barely lift a finger against me in a match of her own design what makes her think I’m going to show her any mercy? It’s not going to ####ing happen. I’m going to choke her out like I did last time and she’ll be forced to do as I say.
Father: I assume you won’t be taking any of my advice either?
Michael James: That all depends on what you have to say.
Father: Fair enough. My advice is for you to find a way to direct your negative energy for this woman towards something that’s going to help someone. There are a lot of things you can do as a man with power and from what I understand you haven’t been able to exercise your abilities. Now is the time to accept changes in your life—
Michael James: Okay, you can stop there. I’ve heard enough.
* James places a Cuban cigar between his teeth. The priest hears the sound of a match being lit from the other side of the booth *
Father: Wait a second. What was that?
* James lights the tip of the cigar and exhales a cloud of smoke through the small opening, directly into the priest’s face causing him to start coughing *
Michael James: Thanks for nothing, asshole.
Father: Oh, hell no! You aren’t getting away this time!
* The priest clears his throat and quickly pulls himself from the booth. He pulls back the curtain from the opposite side of the confessional and finds no sign of Michael James; only a thick cloud of smoke left behind *
Father: Son of a b###h!
* He screams out loud as a few of the other priests warn him about his vile outburst. Laughter from various members of the choir echo throughout the church while the angered priest waves his arms in an effort to clear the smoke *
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05/07/14
Tokyo, Japan
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* We open with an exterior view of the Yasuda Sushi Bar in Tokyo, Japan. Judging from the low lights and heavy traffic surrounding the small building it appears to be sometime after seven o’clock in the evening. Numerous waves of Japanese dialect are heard echoing throughout the distance mixed with the sound of the bustling city. The cameras move past the front doors of the restaurant and cut to the back where we discover a room marked off from the general public. Once inside we gain sight of several men gathered around a table. Three of the men match the identities of the same Yakuza guards seen speaking with Senester and Michael James on various occasions. After using a round of Sake to make a toast the men clink their shot glasses together and pour the warm liquor down their throats. A few minutes later the men bow to one another and make their exit from the table leaving only one man behind, the HWA World Heavyweight Champion Michael James. He has a Cuban cigar gripped between his teeth and a glass of Kirin Classic Lager sitting on the table in front of him. He reaches forward, wraps his fingers around the chilled glass and brings the lager to his lips. After taking a moment to secure the flavor on his tongue, he swallows the alcohol and leans back in his chair *
Michael James: It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how things work in the wrestling business. I’ve been here close to twenty years and I’ve seen a lot of things happen that have nothing to do with good or evil. Despite what people want to believe there is no right or wrong. There are winners and there are losers. I don’t know about anyone else but I enjoy being known as a winner. I enjoy having people move out of my way because they know I’m not a man to be ####ed with. Sure, the constant idol worship from people lesser than me can get a bit tiring at times but that’s just another part of standing alone at the top of the mountain. You can be a lifeless pile of shit like Butch Parker and beat your chest like an imbecile or you can be like the Personification of Perfection and take pride in your ability to succeed. I’ve been in the HWA for close to three years now and no one has managed to defeat me. I took the All Star Championship from Judas Mercury and spent the following year defending my reputation against a cluster#### of insignificant douche bags. Soon enough, I was hungry for more. I wanted to do more than spend my time erasing the pathetic competition. That’s when people like Bryan Deas, Steve Angel and Butch Parker knew their time in the HWA was coming to an immediate close. I was the rising star and since Parker knew he couldn’t handle the new blood he resorted to desperation instead of facing me like a ####ing man. When that didn’t work he thought Wisdom could get the job done for him.
* James inhales a drag from his cigar and tries his best to keep from laughing out loud *
Michael James: Needless to say, nothing has worked out the way either one of them expected. I’m still here and Butch Parker is ancient history. I’m recognized as the best in the business while Butch has nothing left to live for. I’m the undefeated HWA World Heavyweight Champion and that means I’m a better champion than Parker could ever dream to be. Wisdom says she isn’t going to speak for her husband but I think we all know better. Anyone who knows anything about Wisdom Parker will tell you the same thing. The b###h doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. If I say Butch is a piece of dog shit it’s a ####ing guarantee she’s going to have something to say about it. There’s something that Wisdom fails to understand. Being predictable makes you weak. In this business being weak makes you a natural born loser. But then again I think Wisdom is probably used to that by now. She’s been losing to me for close to a solid year so what difference is one more humiliating loss going to make? If she wants to put her own suffering over any possible chance of success I’m not going to stop her. Butch made the same mistake and everyone saw what happened there. If not, allow me to remind you.
* James slowly stands up from his chair and reveals the HWA World Championship strapped around his waist. He takes another sip from the glass and sits back down *
Michael James: I think we all know how this story is going to end. Wisdom is going to make a bunch of empty promises and I’m going to shove every single one of them back down her ####ing throat. If taking Butch Parker out of the game was as easy as a Taipei Deathmatch then I would have made it happen a long time ago. But something tells me getting rid of an infectious ##### like Wisdom is going to take more than my usual combination of intelligence, intellect and relentless ultraviolence. You see, Wisdom is a lot like Freddy Krueger or Hillary Clinton. No matter how many times you put them in the ground they keep coming back for more. You can shoot them, stab them, burn them or hack them to pieces and somehow they always find a way to survive the impossible. You know what that means? In order to truly put this rotten b###h down for good I’m going to need something I have never required in the past. I’m going to need someone who has experience, knowledge and understanding of Wisdom’s ####ed up personality. As much as I hate to admit it I’m going to need an ally with a common enemy in Wisdom Parker.
* James leans forward, exhales a cloud of smoke from his lungs and swallows his pride *
Michael James: Usually, this is where I would introduce the Sheik as my partner in crime. But since he appears to be indisposed for the time being it might be a good idea to hear what Dredge has to say.
* He picks up his cell phone from the table and pulls up a link connected to his email. James begins browsing through his inbox until stopping on a message with a video attachment. He downloads the message and takes a few minutes to watch the most recent promo cut by Michael Dredge. A few seconds into the video James grows an impressed smirk on his face. He slowly brings the glass to his mouth and pours the rest of the beer down his throat *
Michael James: The way I see it Michael Dredge is a lot like I was when I decided to make a return to the business. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain. He’s a former world champion and a household name in the HWA so I’m not going to sit here and try to take anything away from the guy. This isn’t Steve Angel or Bryan Deas we’re talking about so I have no reason to treat him like a spineless piece of shit. But at the same time I have no reason to do him any favors either. There’s something you need to understand, Dredge. You and I are a lot alike. We both choose intelligence and cunning over stupidity. We have the same drive for success where others are content with consistent failure. There are a lot of things about you that I can respect. But at the same time I’m also aware of your overwhelming ego that most likely hasn’t changed much since you left the company. You’ve been absent for a long time so I’m going to tell you exactly what I told Butch Parker a long time ago. This isn’t the HWA you once knew. This is the Era of Perfection and if you can’t learn to adapt you might as well quit now. Butch refused to adapt and it cost him more than the World Championship. It cost him his pride, dignity and ability to call himself a man. Hopefully, you won’t have that problem.
* James leans back in his chair once again and ashes the cigar in a large glass tray *
Michael James: When I look at you I see a man that is much smarter than Butch Parker. When I look at you I see a former champion that would rather see the worst out of Wisdom Parker than the best out of anyone else. These are qualities that I can respect no matter who gets hurt in the process. You know just as well as I do that consequences are bullshit when you refuse to accept failure as an option. When you were at the top of your game you knew what it took to win and had the tools to get the job done. Unfortunately Dredge, that was then and this is now. It’s not 2005 anymore and no one gives a shit about any of your prior accomplishments. I don’t care if you beat Ghandi in a ####ing bamboo shoot match while dangling from the top of the Empire State Building. If you want to impress me you need to start by getting your ass into the ring and start winning some matches. We haven’t heard shit from you in years so you still have a LONG way to go until you can claim ownership of anything, let alone my World Championship. You might have been king of the mountain back in the day and that’s great. You hold onto those memories because if you keep pissing me off they’re going to be the only thing you have left. This isn’t the past. This is the present and I’m the face of the company now. Not you, Dredge. If you want to try and take it back you are more than welcome to try.
* James gets up from his chair and makes his exit from the frame. A static interception kills the video feed *
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