Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta





Fade In.

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10/04/2013
Binion’s Horseshoe Casino & Hotel
Las Vegas, Nevada

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* We gradually fade in with a still frame of the historical “Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada” sign with a backdrop of the Las Vegas strip seen all the way to the horizon. A montage of stock footage begins to play with various shots of individual hotels and casinos. Sample footage from a collection of famous movies based on Las Vegas begins to roll with cameos from actors and actresses such as Robert DeNiro, Joe Pesci, Sharon Stone and Hunter S. Thompson. A cross fade transition sets the scene to an exterior shot of the Horseshoe Casino and Hotel *



* Business appears to be booming judging from the sight of various guests arriving within minutes of one another. Valets are seen running around like maniacs while a haggard and drunk man dressed like Frank Sinatra sings an off key version of “Come Fly with Me” in hopes of gathering tips to help finance his next binge *

Drunk: Come an’ fly wit’ me…come on…

* He belches out loud *

Drunk: Les’ drive away….

* We move past the entrance and cross fade to the lavish interior of the hotel. A collection of guests are seen checking in at the front desk while others are seen conducting various activities in random spots of the building. We cut to the restaurant of the hotel to see a number of waitresses carrying orders from table to table. As we move towards the back of the restaurant we gain sight of Michael James comfortably seated at one of the tables looking over the menu. He leans back in his chair and smiles to himself as one of the waitresses approach his table *

Waitress: So, did you have a chance to look over the menu?

Michael James: I did.

* Suddenly, we hear a “THUMP” sound from underneath James making contact with the table top. The waitress grows an expression of confusion on her face *

Waitress: Okay. You see anything you might want to order?

Michael James: Not just yet. Come back in five minutes and I should be ready.

Waitress: Sure thing.

* She says with an annoyed tone as he walks away from the table. James leans back even further in his chair. His eyes roll into the back of his head for a few seconds as we hear the same “THUMP” sound from before *

Michael James: Okay. We’re good.

* Moments later we gain sight of James’ girlfriend Velvet climbing into her chair from underneath the table. She wipes her mouth with a napkin and smiles at James as he smiles back. Velvet reaches inside of her purse and finds a wet nap to wipe her hands with. She ties back her hair and begins to look over the menu *

Michael James: You should have seen the look on the chick’s face when you bumped the table.

Velvet: Who, the waitress?

Michael James: Yea.

Velvet: B###h was just jealous. That’s all that is.

* James laughs with Velvet as we see the waitress approach the table. She stops for a second upon sight of Velvet sitting across from James. She approaches the table and pulls out her order tablet *

Waitress: Are you ready to order or does your friend need a moment to look over the menu?

Michael James: We’re ready. Go ahead, babe.

* As Velvet orders her dinner, James takes a moment to look around the surrounding area with an unimpressed smirk on his face. He nods his head upon sight of a few low scale prostitutes entering the hotel accompanied by their out of date appearing pimps sporting wardrobe from the local Goodwill donation center. The waitress asks James him about his order and he looks up at her with a smile *

Michael James: Just bring me your best steak and a bottle of Sake.

Waitress: Not a problem. And I’ll have those appetizers out as soon as possible.

Michael James: Sounds good.

* The waitress collects the menus from James and Velvet before she turns away from the table. James leans back in his chair and continues to look around the hotel with a smirk of disgust on his face *

Velvet: What’s that all about?

Michael James: What are you talking about?

Velvet: The look on your face like you’re about to blow chunks. It’s not very attractive. .

Michael James: Thank you for the compliment but it’s not directed towards you if that’s what you’re worried about.

Velvet: Then what are you pissed off about?

Michael James: If you want me to be honest I’ll just come out and say it. This place is a ####ing dump. I mean, have you taken a second to just look around this shit hole?

Velvet: That’s kind of hard to do when I’m on my knees, dear.

* James laughs *

Michael James: You make jokes but I’m not kidding around. To tell you the truth, I expected something better than this. After watching the advertisements and hearing all of the bullshit about this place I was seriously expecting to walk into an extravagant work of art in the form of a casino. But sadly, that isn’t the case here. Instead of walking on golden tiles and breathing jasmine air we’re surrounded by scumbags and prostitutes who use this place as a home away from home. Just take a quick look around. We got a cracked out version of Freddie Styles working the front door who is most likely scaring away fifteen percent of the business. We got pimps up, hoes down over there getting ready to enter the casino where they can spread whatever fatal infections they were diagnosed with this week. Face it, babe. The brochures and travel agents lied about this place the same way Butch Parker has been lying about his ability to defeat yours truly. That’s what con artists do. They lie and confide in desperation attempts in order to get by because they don’t have what it takes to achieve any type of actual success. Sure, Butch can go to the bank and print a statement to show whatever profit he may be collecting from the HWA and call that a measure of success. But in the long run money doesn’t mean a ####ing thing. It’s always been about the presentation and I hate to break it to Butch but that last promo was not what anyone would call a quality presentation.

* Velvet laughs at the obvious sarcasm shown by Michael James. He looks down at the place mat on the table to see an advertisement for HWA Havoc with a picture of Butch Parker smiling from ear to ear. James holds up the place mat for Velvet to see *

Michael James: You see what I’m talking about? It’s ####ing pathetic. What person in their right mind would want to be forced to stare at those dolphin teeth when trying to keep down an honest meal?

* James rips the place mat into several pieces. He drops the pieces on the floor and turns back to Velvet *

Velvet: Well, whatever the case may be Butch seems extremely proud of his severely limited accomplishments. I have no clue why but you know what they say. “To each his own”, right?

Michael James: This is how I see it. On one side you can settle for something slightly less than perfect or you can do what you what to do to get what you want. Judging from the choices he made with marriage to Wisdom and his time in the HWA, Butch is obviously the type of person that has always settled for complete shit. I’m nothing like that. If I can’t have the very best I’m not going to waste my time. But then again, that’s also why I am internationally recognized as one of the most intelligent minds in the business. Butch Parker has never been complimented for his intellect because let’s face it, a scholar he is not. A successful businessman he is not.

Velvet: How about, a clueless imbecile for two hundred?

Michael James: Ding, ding, ding! I believe we have a winner!

* Velvet laughs at James as we see the waitress approaching the table. She places the food tray down on a stand and begins placing plates of food in front of James and Velvet. The waitress places the bottle of Sake in the center of the table with two shot glasses. She tucks the empty tray under her arm and takes the stand with her as she turns away from the table. James reaches forward and picks up the bottle of Sake and begins pouring shots into the glasses. A cross fade transition cuts the scene to the floor of the actual casino where a collection of different people from all walks of life are found in a state of chaos. The ringing sound of slot machines being overused fills the air as multiple conversations blend as one huge unintelligible dialogue cluster####. We move past the slot machines and find Velvet and Michael James standing amongst a crowd of people playing Pai Gow poker. Velvet is number five in a row of seven players. She plays her front and rear tiles while James keeps an eye on the dealer. The seventh player runs his play and the dealer reveals his tiles being lower than Velvet’s play on both sides *

Dealer: Winner!

* The dealer slides all of the chips towards Velvet as she quickly picks them up and drops them inside of her winnings bucket that is already filled half way. As Velvet and Michael James turn away from the table we hear the sound of irritated men complaining to the dealer in Chinese *

Velvet: They don’t sound very happy.

Michael James: It’s because they aren’t happy. All together they lost about thirty five hundred bucks to us and that isn’t going to sit well with you having a vagina and everything.

Velvet: What are you talking about?

Michael James: You remember when we had a hard time finding Pai Gow in Hong Kong?

Velvet: Of course.

Michael James: Well, it wasn’t because they were intimidated by us. It was because they don’t think women should be around men who gamble. It’s an old Chinese tradition.

Velvet: Are you ####ing serious?

* Velvet says with a tone of anger as she looks at James. He nods his head at her in a “yes” motion with an annoyed expression *

Michael James: But I don’t personally believe in that bullshit and that’s why I taught you to be as good as you are. My belief has always been based around the theory of “dog eat dog”. The only tradition I follow is to take what you want before someone else has the chance to. If a woman can do something better than I can, so be it. I’m not about to become the first man to experience what it’s like to have a menstrual cycle for the sake of some petty argument.

Velvet: And who taught you to be as good as you are?

Michael James: My father and his brother. They would travel to Beijing to earn more in one weekend than most people would for the entire year. Some of the stories they used to tell were downright hilarious.

Velvet: Oooh!

* Velvet jumps for joy upon sight of a game involving a mechanical bull. She looks at James and smiles as she points to the game. James looks at the sign in front of the game that reads “$50.00, $200.00, $400.00”. He looks at Velvet with skepticism as she continues to express her excitement. *

Michael James: Do you really want a play a game where the minimum STARTS at fifty bucks? Correct me if I’m wrong but I could have sworn it was you who gave us a limitation of twenty per bet. That was you, right?

Velvet: So that means I can break the rules if I want.

* James releases a sarcastic sigh *

Michael James: If you say so.

* James hands Velvet a fifty dollar bill. She grips his hand and stuffs it into her shirt while pulling James closer to her. She gives him a passionate kiss and whispers something in his ear before turning away. James smiles at Velvet as she gleefully approaches the mechanical bull with the money in her hand. Suddenly, Michael James is distracted by the irritating sound of Butch Parker’s voice. He turns to his left and gains view of a small monitor running a 24-hour sports channel. An HWA logo appears and the footage begins to play the most recent promo cut by Butch Parker. James clenches his fist and grits his teeth in an effort to block out the noise *

Michael James: I have always been a huge fan of research involving the basics of human nature. It started as a child in Japan and gradually became an obsession when I had my first taste of social activity in the United States. And no matter where I went I was always impressed with the differences and similarities that each person brought to the table. Usually, I will give any person the benefit of the doubt before passing any kind of judgement. Usually, I can find some kind of likeable quality to each individual I come across. When it comes to someone like Butch Parker, giving him the benefit of the doubt is a literal impossibility. I tried doing that when I first met him and instead of giving me a proper welcome to the company like everyone else, he decided to shun me because of the color of my skin. At first, I just figured I was dealing with a natural imbecile with no class due to his racist upbringing. But the more I got to know Butch, the more I began to understand the complex explanations for his idiotic behavior. You see, he wasn’t just an imbecile. I was dealing with a complete retard that not only lacked the basics of human intelligence, but was also one of the most racist individuals I had ever known. Over the next few months things began to make sense. Butch would run his mouth and I would always be there to shut it for him. When he realized he was fighting a war he couldn’t win, he brought in Wisdom to do the talking for him. Obviously, things didn’t work out the way either of them expected them to. I released their comments of bigotry to the public and exposed their true identities. In return, they demanded a match where Butch would be able to “extract his revenge” and be the one to put an end to Michael James.

* James scoffs *

Michael James: At Road to Ruin, Butch failed to do everything he set out to do. He said he would get revenge for his family and he lost the match. He said he was going to wipe my presence from the company and destroy my flawless record. He didn’t do any of those things because he can’t beat Michael James. Even when he tried to use Wisdom as a last minute defense, the two of them combined could barely hold their own against one Michael James. I told them exactly what was going to happen and they called me a liar. They said my ego was nothing more than a false imagination. If that was the case, why am I still recognized as a better champion than Butch Parker? If everything I have done to this point has been worth nothing, why am I still holding the All Star Championship? It’s not that hard to understand. Butch Parker is full of shit. He will say whatever he has to say in order to sleep at night. He will lie to himself the same way he lies about his abilities to get the best of me. He can say he’s a traditional World Champion but everyone knows that’s a bunch of bullshit. The only reason he still has that title is because he refuses to defend it against the Personification of Perfection. Otherwise, I would have taken it from him at Road to Ruin the same way I took his pride and dignity. Even with this latest piece of shit, we can clearly see the work of a complete hypocrite.

‘I’m not going to send the entire fan-base of HWA into a boredom-induced coma of nonsensical, self-righteous and repetitive bullshit’

Michael James: I hate to break it to you Butch but that’s exactly what you did in your last promo. I’m sure from your standpoint of a complete idiot; it may be difficult to understand, so allow me to be your source of clarification. Nothing you said had any type of effect on me. Sure, you performed your usual routine by pointing out my “delusions of grandeur” like you always have in the past. But for once, just once, I would like to hear something rational come from the mouth of Butch Parker. Because if my current victories and accomplishments truly are nothing more than moments of my imagination, then I wouldn’t be holding the All Star Championship right now. If everything I have done has been a result of myth on my behalf, I would have been defeated a lot time ago. But as everyone knows, I’m still undefeated. I’m still the champ and I’m still the man with a solid victory over Butch Parker. He will probably just say I’m making it all up but I don’t really give a shit. As far as the official scoreboard is concerned, Team James is winning the war against the Parker Family. Until Butch can say he has a legal victory over me, his words are ####ing meaningless. I don’t have that problem because I haven’t lost anything to that piece of shit. And something tells me that isn’t going to change in the tag match we have planned for Havoc. Butch is teaming with a douche nozzle that wants nothing to do with him. Freddie Styles doesn’t like Butch and he doesn’t respect him. Sheik Shakir has nothing but mutual respect for Michael James. We both have the same intentions so working as a team isn’t going to be a problem for either one of us. Unlike Butch and Freddie, we have the ability to put our egos aside for the purpose of individual success.

* James looks towards the game to see Velvet getting climbing on top of the mechanical bull. He smiles and reaches inside of his jacket. He pulls out his flask of Sake and unscrews the top. He takes a swig from the flask *

Michael James: Butch and Freddie wouldn’t know anything about that because they aren’t successful people. Sure, Butch can say the World Championship is an example of his success but until he can defend it against some of the heavy hitters his words are nothing more than cannon fodder. So far, I have four successful title defenses attached to my championship record. Butch was lucky to make it past Bryan Deas where I was able to cripple the son of a b###h with limited effort. Unlike Butch, I have the ability to go the extra mile and supply the things that people want to see. The only thing that Butch and Freddie have in common is the fact that they both lost to Michael James. I know Freddie will say he “beat” me but everyone saw what happened in that match. He thought he had a fool proof plan to cheat me out of my championship and it didn’t work out the way he predicted. It’s like I told Jason a few days ago. Freddie didn’t do shit. He didn’t win the match and now he’s trying to claim an imaginary victory over Michael James. If he had won the match he would have the All Star Championship right now. But he doesn’t have a title around his waist because he DIDN’T WIN SHIT. Woulda, coulda, shoulda, mother####er. If he was going to beat Michael James he would have done it when he had the chance. Now that he’s left with nothing he’s trying to use an option of the World Championship as his ace in the hole. Unfortunately for Styles, that isn’t going to happen because I won’t allow it. No one treads on my destined territory and lives to talk about it.

* James laughs to himself as he looks across the way to see Velvet riding the mechanical bull. An electronic counter keeps score how long she stays on the bull. The system is set to thirty seconds per bet with a starting amount of $50.00. The counter makes it to 15 with Velvet still hanging on *

Michael James: Despite what Butch and Wisdom want to believe about my emotional state, I’m not the kind of person that feels to need to suppress my anger. Unlike those spineless imbeciles, I don’t fold under pressure and I don’t allow douche bags to get under my skin. Sure, watching Butch pretend to be the World Heavyweight Champion is somewhat irritating but it’s not something that keeps me awake at night. I still have a perfect record and I’m still a better All Star Champion than anyone in the history of the company. So, at the end of the day there’s not much that Butch can hold against me. I know when he reads this he will probably have another one of his usual tantrums and find another pile of meaningless bullshit to use against me. And I’m fine with that. I’m always prepared to be the better man because that’s what comes natural to me. Apparently, Butch is the kind of guy that is always prepared to lose and there’s nothing wrong with that. Every company needs a black sheep and he just happens to fit the role. If this is how he wants people to remember his so called legacy as a “nine year veteran” of the sport, then I really have no reason to stop him. Every dinosaur has his day and soon enough time is going to run out for Butch the b###h Parker. As far as I’m concerned, being trapped in a rivalry with that piece of shit has done nothing positive for my career. When people look up Butch’s name in a google search the browser doesn’t come up with a million articles praising his name. It brings up the post on TMZ exposing the Parker family as a couple of racist assholes. It’s like I said before. No one wants to listen to their bullshit anymore.

* James hears a “THUD” sound from across the way. He turns his attention towards the mechanical bull to see Velvet lying on the mat below the bull. One of the men working the booth helps Velvet up and then hands her a $100.00 bill. Velvet holds up the money to an ovation of cheers from a crowd of people surrounding the booth. She exits the booth and approaches James with a smile on her face *

Michael James: You have fun?

Velvet: You bet your ass I did.

* Velvet holds the money in front of his face and blows a raspberry with her tongue. James slaps Velvet across the ass as they turn away from the booth and begin walking towards the exit of casino floor. His cellular phone begins to ring. He reaches inside of his jacket and answers the call *

Michael James: Yea.

* We hear someone on the other end of the line speaking Japanese. James hangs up the phone and looks at Velvet *

Michael James: You ready? We gotta move.

* Velvet rolls her eyes *

Velvet: Sure. Whatever you need, babe.

Michael James: Thank you.

* James smiles and the two walk into a crowd of people surrounding the casino floor exit. A cross fade transition cuts the scene to another area of the hotel. The camera pans down to a sign that reads “Primary Power Control Unit”. We pan further down past the sign to see three large men dressed in black clothing and ski masks in front of the door. One of the men jams a crow bar under the padlock on the door. He snaps the lock and the door swings open. The two men enter the room carrying a large bag containing various tools. They speak to one another in Japanese as one of the men quickly exits the frame. We cut to another section of the hotel. The camera focuses on a sign that reads “Security | Depository” that is armed with an electronic lock. A large man wearing a security outfit approaches the door and uses a key card to enter. We follow him past the metal detector as he moves into the vault of the casino. One of the guards follows him in and opens one of the lockers. He stuffs into the locker and closes it. The guard turns to the large man *

Guard: How ya doing?

Michael James: Not too bad.

* The guard passes by James, leaving him alone in the room. He looks on his hip and spots a key chain holding various keys. He finds a set labeled “Depository” and smiles to himself. James looks at his watch *

Michael James: Four, three, two, one.

* Suddenly the main power in the entire establishment cuts to black. We hear the sound of mass commotion in the distance coming from the hotel and casino floor. Inside of the vault we hear the sound of slamming metal doors followed by retreating foot steps moving into the distance. When the lights come back on we find two guards lying on the floor with a variety of locker doors left wide open. One of the guards hits the security alarm while others rush to the aid of the men found on the floor. We cut to the exterior of the hotel to see three large men and a blonde woman getting inside of a taxi near the hotel entrance. The car speeds away in a hurry while police begin arriving on the scene. A static feed interrupts the footage *

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10/04/2013
Undisclosed Location

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* The image cuts to a random environment in what appears to be an underground tomb. Narrow stone and dirt formed walls with the smell of death stinking from one end to the other. We move through a narrow hallway leading through miles of stone pavement and rotting concrete. We turn left and enter a room about the size of a standard studio apartment. The walls lined with a collection of torn and aging coffins, spider webs covering the walls as the concrete flooring shows years of aged damage. We hear footsteps grinding in the dirt and Michael James casually walks into the frame. He is holding a crowbar in his hand and the HWA All Star Championship is draped over his shoulder. He lowers his shades and places them inside of his jacket. He pulls a cigar from his pocket and places it between his lips. James lights the cigar and exhales as the smoke forms a small cloud around him. He approaches one of the coffins and opens the top with the crowbar and the lid crashes to the ground. We look inside of the coffin to see a human sized wax replica of Butch Parker. James pulls something from the inside of his jacket that appears to be a bottle of some sort. He sprays some kind of liquid onto the wax figure *

Michael James: I think it was Freddy Krueger who once said “I don’t believe in fairy tales”. Usually, standing in agreement with a child molesting serial killer would usually be the last move in my arsenal; but this time around I think Krueger may be on to something. Especially when it comes to judging fully grown men who feel the need to prove themselves by pretending to be something they’re not. Men who are EXACTLY like Butch Parker and Freddie Styles. You see, in order for either one of those assholes to stand a chance of winning this match they’re going to need to show me something new. But, let’s be honest here. They aren’t going to do that because they got nothing. Butch already gave us an example of his lackluster material and Styles can barely spit out his words after losing to Michael James. Face it, folks. Butch and Freddie are shit out of luck. Both of those pricks have learned that I don’t lay down for anyone. But at the same time, they also know that I’m a man of my word. I don’t stab people in the back that go out of their way to make things happen in my favor. In this confrontation I’m just there to enjoy the ride. If the Sheik ends up shoving a fistful of dynamite down Parker’s throat, so be it. Shakir has earned his way in the HWA the exact same way I have. Currently, he’s stuck in a state of mind that a lot of us aren’t used to seeing out of him. He’s pissed off and when you have a guy like that who has been known for complete self control a majority of his life, things don’t look good for anyone stupid enough to stand in his way.

* James spits on the wax replica of Butch Parker before taking another drag from his cigar *

Michael James: When you place two whiny assholes like Parker and Styles together it doesn’t equal strength in numbers. It grants two imbeciles an expansion of combined stupidity. I hate to break it to you ####ers but that isn’t going to help you in a match where victory relies on the ability to succeed as a team. The company has already seen what the Sheik and I can do as a solid unit. They know exactly what we can accomplish so we don’t need anyone’s approval. Butch and Freddie Styles can barely stand to be around each other, let alone work together as an actual team. But it’s like I said before, that’s just how things are sometimes. You get stuck with shit you don’t want and have to make the best of it. I have serious reason to believe that someone ####ed up big time in the process of booking this match. It’s the only logical explanation. Think about it for a second. What kind of idiot would honestly put two men like Butch Parker and Freddie Styles on the same team? It’s not just a recipe for disaster, its ####ing career suicide for the both of them. And I’m cool with that, too. If this is Shevington’s way of getting rid of two busted legs then we will have no problem taking out the trash. If Parker and Styles want to keep flushing opportunities down the toilet, it’s none of our ####ing concern. We don’t care about either one of them.

* James walks past the open coffin and approaches a different one. He opens the lid with a crowbar and pushes it to the floor. Inside of the coffin we see a human sized wax replica of Wisdom Parker. James sprays the same liquid on the wax figure and then takes another drag from his cigar *

Michael James: The truth about this business is that people want variety. Time has proven that if you do the same thing over and over in an effort to gain attention people will eventually get bored and find something else to do. The HWA can appreciate old fashioned wrestling as much as they can appreciate ultra-violence so none of us are limited in any way. Except for those with limited brains like Parker and Styles but that’s beyond the point. When I first got into this game I had to battle through the backstage bullshit just to get my point across. Now, I can get my point across to any person stupid enough to get in my way without needing anyone’s permission. Where else would I have been allowed to beat the living hell out of a piece of shit like Butch Parker without any consequences whatsoever? It wouldn’t happen anywhere else but the HWA. Butch signed a contract. Plain and ####ing simple. He knew what he was getting into so I really don’t give a #### how he feels about his loss to me. None of this is personal for me. It’s always business and I take pride in that. If any of my opponents take what I say or so on a personal level it’s none of my concern. In a few promotions I was known as the king of trash talk and I never saw it that way. Fact and truth really have nothing to do with talking trash. Was it talking trash when I planted my foot into the side of Wisdom’s ugly face? I don’t think so. Was it talking trash when I beat Judas Mercury in a record setting time to become the All Star Champion? Of course not.

* James takes a drag from his cigar and ashes it on the forehead of the wax replica *

Michael James: On Havoc, I’m going to be looking forward to the destruction of two imbeciles that have both suffered their fair share of losses to the Personification of Perfection. I have no regrets walking into this match and I am prepared to leave them both for dead if it comes to that. In this type of situation you do what you have to do. #### the consequences. If they end up in a ditch somewhere because of some catastrophic injury then it only means I’m doing my job better than expected. I don’t need imaginary powers to secure a victory over two egomaniacal assholes. All I need to do is show up and take what belongs to me. Don’t get the idea that I’m failing to take either one of you seriously. I’m sure advancement means a great deal to the both of you as it does for me. But a victory in this match will require a hell out a lot more than either one of you pricks have the ability to deliver. Like I told you before, sometimes things just don’t turn out the way you expect them to. Sometimes things aren’t fair and you can’t do a ####ing thing about it. That’s when it’s time to quit while you’re ahead.

* James lowers his shades and takes one final drag from his cigar. James reaches behind one of the coffins and picks up a gas tank that has the text “KEROSENE” printed on the front. James begins to decorate the floor with the kerosene. He drops his cigar on the ground as it mixes with the kerosene and liquid sprayed on the wax replicas. The room quickly ignites as all three coffins go up in flames. James quickly exits the room *