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05/10/14
Casablanca, Morocco
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* We open the scene with a wide panning shot above the city of Casablanca, Morocco. The swift and deafening echo of helicopter blades eliminate any possibly of capturing audio while movement of the chopper appears to be inching closer and closer to the ground. A slight fog gradually builds on the front window from result of the blazing humidity as HWA viewers gain sight of what appears to be a private helipad located in the center of an empty parking lot. Several minutes later the chopper touches down with a safe landing only a few feet away from a stretch limousine. The passenger door swings open followed by the departure of two men wearing expensive suits. After the men call out to the chopper we gain sight of the final passenger making his exit who is quickly identified as the HWA World Champion, Michael James. He slowly moves down the steps with a Cuban cigar gripped between his teeth and the HWA World Championship gracefully draped over his shoulder. James is quickly escorted to back of the limousine where the driver is found waiting with a smile on his face. Michael gives the man a tip and climbs into the back of the limo. The driver closes the door and walks back to the front of the car and gets behind the wheel of the limo. He puts the vehicle in drive and places his foot on the gas pedal. We cut back to James who is comfortably seated in the back of the limo with his attention directed towards something on his cell phone *
Michael James: This should be interesting.
* James begins watching footage posted by Michael Dredge in response to his most recent promo. He grows a cynical grin of disbelief and exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils. Trying his best to keep from laughing himself into a seizure, James leans back against the leather seat and removes the cigar from his mouth *
Michael James: The one thing I have always liked about the HWA is the fact that you don’t have to go very far to learn about the history of the company. Coming from my perspective, history is way of reminding us that no matter what we choose to believe there are some things that can never be undone. Take for example, the history behind the currently vacated All Star Championship that dates all the back to 2005. Sure, I could sit here and say I was the only champion that mattered since I was the only man capable of defending the title for a solid year, but I’m not going to do that. You want to know why? Because unlike Wisdom and Butch Parker I’m a man that takes pride in the ability to act like a professional. I’m a man that has managed to earn more accomplishments in six months time than most of you assholes have captured throughout the course of your pathetic careers. Most of all, I’m the same man that had to be stripped of the All Star Championship on account of my flawless success. So, in spite of that I decided to take some time to look up the history of the championship to see exactly where it all began. You want to know what I found, Dredge?
* James brings the cigar to his mouth and takes another drag. He pulls it away from his lips and grows a sinister expression on his face *
Michael James: I found your name listed as the first man to become the HWA All Star Champion. Then, as I continued reading, I came to find out you ended up losing the championship to a piece of useless shit like Bryan Deas. You gotta be ####ing kidding me, Dredge. Are you honestly going to sit there trying to claim some kind of bullshit superiority over me when you decided to go down in history as a man that lost his title to a damn imbecile? Seriously? I hate to break it to you asshole but suffering a devastating loss to a complete idiot is not something I would consider to be a worthy accomplishment. You want to know what happened when I defended the same championship against the Ballsack Supreme? I broke both of his legs and turned him into a ####ing paraplegic. I could have just pinned him and called it a night but since Bryan wanted to test me I decided to make him suffer for his stupidity.
* James shrugs his shoulders sarcastically *
Michael James: Senester told me to make it interesting and that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t have anything personal against the guy but I didn’t have a proper use for him either. So, instead of having to listen to Deas speak another word I took him out of the game completely. You couldn’t do that, Dredge. You lost to Deas and decided to earn the reputation of a spineless b###h instead of taking your place at the top of the mountain. I’m sure you wish you could have done things differently but it’s like I said before. That was then and this is now. It’s not 2005 and your name doesn’t mean a ####ing thing to me. If you wanted to do something about your soiled reputation then you should have made your move a long time ago. But you didn’t make a move because that’s the kind of person you have always been. You can talk a big game but it comes time to turn those words into actions you’re about as useful as a bag full of ####ing turds.
* James ashes the cigar in a glass tray and exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth *
Michael James: To be perfectly honest I didn’t want to be forced to treat you like I do everyone else. Unlike the clueless assholes like Butch, Wisdom, Fallen, Styles, Price and Deas; you know what it means to be the face of the company. You know what it’s like to have to hold your own above everyone else. You’ve held every championship and proven that you aren’t just another douche bag with the usual song and dance. I’ve heard people speak your name so many times it made me want to puke. Unlike Butch Parker, you’re a man that can actually back up the things he says without having to rely on someone to do it for him. These are qualities that I can admire. So I’ll give you credit where it’s due because I would be an idiot to state otherwise. But taking a back row to anything you have to say simply because of who you are? That, my arrogant friend, is something I refuse to tolerate from anyone. You said it yourself in your last promo. This is MY era and I’m going to do things the way I see fit. I’ve been the one helping Senester keep things moving for the last two years while you were nowhere to be found. So please Dredge, spare me the bullshit about your loyalty to the boss because I’ve heard it all before. If you truly were the driving force of the company we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. You would be the world champion and the “leader of the pack” as you put it.
* He nods his head from side to side in reaction to Dredge’s dimwitted terminology *
Michael James: But you aren’t the leader of the pack, are you Dredge? You’re more like the pathetic reject that is just trying his best to be accepted by the rest of the kids in the schoolyard. If you were any kind of leader you wouldn’t have to resort to hiding in the shadows until you think it’s the right time to get a cheap pop on someone like me. You would BE the leader of the pack and there would be no questions asked. Unfortunately for you, that isn’t the case since you couldn’t lead a pack of bulimics to a ####ing puke convention; let alone help Senester lead his company into the future. For him to trust you now would be irresponsible since none of us know when you’re going to decide to tuck your tail between your legs and pull another disappearing trick. I’ve been here for close to three years and this is the first time I’ve had a chance to review your material. You know why, asshole? It’s because if you aren’t a part of the active roster I could care less about you. And you’re right, Mike. There isn’t very much I know about you. Wanna know why? It’s because it’s taken you three ####ing years to find a way to show your face in your public again. Maybe if you were like me and refused to accept failure as an option you wouldn’t have that problem. Maybe if you were like me, you wouldn’t have to make a complete ass out of yourself in hopes of getting under my skin. But then again I’m starting to enjoy seeing the weaker side of you so do me a big favor, Dredge. Don’t change a ####ing thing.
* James leans back once again and grips the cigar between his teeth. He looks out his window to notice a collection of low scale huts on the side of the road serving as a sample of the country’s massive poverty *
Michael James: Despite the bullshit you choose to believe I don’t want to have control over you. As far as I’m concerned you can go #### yourself because I have much more important things to worry about right now. I’m the undefeated World Heavyweight Champion and that means I don’t have time to waste on assholes like you, Dredge. If I did I would still be concerned with Butch Parker coming back from the dead to even the score but we both know this isn’t going to happen. When I put Parker away at Fatality I made it so he can’t make a return no matter how badly he might want to. Is that what you truly want, Dredge? Because if so I can make it happen in a ####ing instant. I did it to Bryan Deas. I did it to Butch Parker and I can just as easily do the same thing to you. And yes, I know. You did the same thing to someone else back in 2005 or 2006 and it was MUCH worse than anything I’ve done throughout my career, right? Wrong, douche bag. Unless it happened in the last few months it doesn’t mean a damn thing to anyone. Tell me something, Mr. Done it all and Seen it All. What exactly have you done lately? And no, running your mouth about how great you used to be does not count as something worth mentioning. I don’t want to care about your opinions, Dredge. I care about facts, reality and establishing the difference between the truth and obvious delusion.
* He reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out complimentary sampler bottle of Crowne Royal that he received on the airplane. James removes the cap from the top and pours a shot of the liquor down his throat *
Michael James: I have always been a messenger of constant truth. Ask anyone in the locker room and they’ll tell you that I’ve always been a man of my word. I told everyone I was going to beat Butch Parker at Road to Ruin and I did that. A few months later I said I was going to defeat him at Fatality to become the next HWA World Champion and now I can’t walk down the damn street without someone calling me the champ. What you need to understand is this isn’t my first barbeque. You can shove the idle threats and empty promises right back up your ass because you aren’t telling me anything I haven’t heard before. While you’ve been sitting on your ass hiding in the shadows like a scared little b###h, I’ve been molding the HWA into a brand that people can respect. They wanted blood and I gave them blood. They wanted to experience the end of an era and I had no problems doing that either. This isn’t the heyday that you once knew, Dredge. This is not “your” HWA and it never will be. Let me ask you something. Do you want to know the reason why you’re back with the company? It’s really not that hard to figure out.
* James tilts his head to the side in a sarcastic manner *
Michael James: Just like everyone else on the roster you’re a ####ing commodity. If you can put money in Senester’s pocket he will always have a place for you. That’s all there is to it. You’re back because the company needs to make a profit and you just happen to be available. It isn't because you stand out as a unique individual or offer something the rest of us fail to comprehend. I've seen guys like you before and I 've beaten guys like you so excuse the #### out of me for failing to take you seriously. If you want my undivided attention you're going to need a different approach because right now I could really care less about anything you have to say. And yes, I heard you the first time you asked me to back your pathetic cause. I just refused to supply a response because I still think you're full of shit. You might have been able to fool a lot of people throughout the course of your career but you aren't going to fool me, asshole. Unlike the rest of the oblivious douche bags on the roster I can smell your bullshit from twenty miles away. How else do you think I managed to stay undefeated for an entire ####ing year? With luck? Get real, Dredge. You know just as well as I do that luck is nothing more than imaginary hope for losers. Luckily, that isn't something I will ever have to worry about because I don't know how to lose. If you don't believe me feel free to check the record books. Just try to keep in mind that you aren't going to like what you see.
* He directs his attention back to his cell phone and focuses on a direct quote made by Michael Dredge *
'I am beyond you and everything you have ever encountered'
* James releases an unimpressed scoff and takes another drag from his cigar *
Michael James: I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, Dredge. And I want you to listen very closely so you get it right the first time, okay? You ain't shit. Not anymore at least. What you fail to realize is when you went into hiding you didn't just flush your career down the toilet. You managed to destroy any credibility you might have had with one single mistake that's going to affect you for the rest of your life. The company has changed since you've been gone and there's nothing you can do to change things to suit your own pathetic comfort. I told you before, mother####er. This is my era and you can either adapt or get the #### out of my way. Bryan Deas and Butch Parker couldn't adjust and everyone saw what I did to them. Do you really want to be the same as those assholes? Personally, I had higher hopes for you but you know what they say, Dredge. Some people have to learn the hard way. Some people for example, like Wisdom Parker, who feel the need to see how far I'm willing to go. The last time we were in the ring together I gave that b###h the worst beating of her entire life. When the EMT's pulled her carcass from the canvas the fans could barely recognize her. Little does she know but that was only a sample of the punishment I have planned for her. Chances are she would probably shit her pants if she knew things were just getting started. The same can happen to anyone. Even you, Dredge. I don't care who you are or what you might have done before because we aren't living in the past. You're a guest of my era and unless you show me some respect I really have no choice but to show you why I'm the one guy you don't want to #### with.
* The limo takes a right hand turn onto a narrow dirt road. James glares out the window once again to see a long row of poorly constructed homes. Children are seen running around playing with twigs, rocks and clumps of mud instead of actual toys. The limo comes to stop in front of a small house *
Michael James: Is this the place?
Driver: Yes, my good man. This is where he lives.
* The driver says with a deep Arabian accent. Michael James grips the cigar between his teeth and steps out of the limo. He begins moving forward towards the small house while looking around the area, taking notice of the locals pointing and whispering in his direction. He makes it to the front of the house and knocks on the door. He pulls his hand back and notices several splinters stuck in his knuckles. A middle aged woman answers the door wearing a robe that covers her entire body. Her face is hidden behind a white garb. James pulls a small book from his pocket and begins speaking to the woman in her native language. She replies to him and invites James inside of the house that looks to be made out of sticks, mud and glue.
She guides him into a room where viewers gain sight of the same fragile man that James attacked shortly after his debut in the HWA. Due to a result of the injuries he suffered while serving as a caretaker for a paraplegic child he is now forced to walk with a cane. Upon sight of Michael James, he quickly pulls a knife from his boot and begins screaming at James from the confines of a chair. His wife steps between the two men and begins explaining that James was there to apologize and meant no harm to either of them. After pleading with her husband for a few minutes he eventually calms down. Michael James takes a seat in a chair across from the man and casually laces his fingers together *
Man: What do you want?
Michael James: It's not very hard to understand, my friend. It's like your wife said. I'm here to apologize for the terrible things I've done to you.
Man: Bullshit. I think you're lying to both of us.
Michael James: Fair enough. If I were you I wouldn't trust me either so I can understand where you're coming from. The only thing I can't understand is how a god fearing man that takes pride in his compassion for mankind could be so close minded. I'm not asking for much. Just five minutes of your time to hear what I have to say.
Man: Fine. You have five minutes and then you leave. Yes?
Michael James: Sure.
* He places the knife back inside of his boot *
Michael James: There's something you have to understand. When I attacked you and the kid I wasn't the same person I am today. Back then I was hungry for blood. I wanted to make an example out of anyone that stood in my way. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of taking my frustration out on you when I should have pointed my anger towards my real enemies. Back then, I saw you as an opportunity to make some noise knowing you had no way to defend yourself. And despite the fact that my plan worked like a charm I can't help but feel somewhat responsible for the way you're forced to live your life.
Man: And what do you plan to do about it?
Michael James: I plan to make amends for the pain and suffering you're forced to live with on a regular basis.
Man: I will ask you again. What are you going to do?
Michael James: I already told you what I'm going to do. I'm going to apologize, you're going to forgive me and then I'm going to leave. That's how it works.
Man: No, that is not "how it works" here. I spit on your apology!
* The man leans forward and spits a large wad of phlegm into Michael's face. After wiping away the mess from his trademark sunglasses, James begins to laugh out loud *
Michael James: That wasn't a very good idea, Apu.
Man: My name is not Apu. Now please, leave my home at on--
* Suddenly, James springs out of his seat and kicks the man in his jaw with a standing Osaka Spike Kick. The force of the kick causes the chair to fall backwards, sending the small man crashing to the floor. James towers over the man and drops to one knee, he begins pummeling him with multiple shots to the head as he blows the cigar smoke into his face. After busting him wide open James stands up and grabs the man's cane *
Michael James: You see what you made me do?! ####!
* As the man tries to crawl away James is quick to stay on him. He towers over the man and slams him across the back with his own cane. James winds up the cane again and strikes the man across his lower back, making sure to make contact with his kidneys *
Michael James: I told you before, Apu! This isn't that hard to understand! All I wanted was five minutes of your time but you couldn't do that, could you?! COULD YOU?!
* James screams out loud as strikes the man across the back with the cane once again, this time breaking it into several pieces *
Michael James: I told you I was here to apologize but apparently that wasn't good enough for you! So, instead of walking out of here with your forgiveness you've given me no choice but to leave with your dirty ####ing blood on my hands.
* James kicks the chair aside and leans down. He lifts up the man by his throat and begins to strangle him as he lifts him off of the ground. His wife rushes into the room and lunges at the HWA World Champion. Luckily he sees her from the corner of his eye and stops the woman by wrapping his hand around her throat. James lifts the small woman off of the ground and exhales a cloud of smoke into her face *
Michael James: Two for the price of one. I like that. I really do.
Man: I'm going hunt you down and kill you, ####ing chink!
Michael James: Yea, we'll see about that.
* James turns towards the camera while holding them both up by their throats. He grows a sarcastic smile on his face and speaks with the cigar gripped between his teeth *
Michael James: Hey there, kids. Today on the show we're teaching Muslims how to fly.
* James pulls the man to him *
Michael James: Are you psyched?
* He pulls the woman in so she is next to her husband *
Michael James: Are you ready?
* She spits in his face *
Michael James: Oooookay. Here we go.
* James turns away from the camera and faces the back wall of their small home *
Michael James: And a one....
* He lifts them both up as high as he can as they both struggle against his grip *
Michael James: And a two.......
* He pulls back his arms in preparation of something big *
Michael James: And a THREE!!!!!
* Using a brutal amount of strength Michael James tosses the man and her husband across the house, sending their bodies smashing through the decrepit lumber. The roof of the home begins to falls to the floor in large pieces as a mixture of smoke and sawdust fills the air. A few of their neighbors are seen gathering around the house from the large open spaces in the back wall *
Michael James: Sayonara, shit heads.
* James says as he tosses his cigar to the floor and turns away from the wreckage. We hear multiple people shouting in Arabic, most likely calling out for help, as more people gather around the motionless bodies lying on the ground. A static feed interrupts the footage and the frame cuts to black *
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