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Posted by Michael James
on April 23, 2015, 1:05 pm
Victim: Shite kudasai…
* He begins to choke while trying to push out his words. He spits a clump of blood from his mouth. There are pieces of broken teeth mixed with the blood *
Victim: Tasukete kudasai.
* A door slams open and two large Japanese men dressed in expensive suits enter the room. They both have a variety of tattoos covering their bodies that appear to represent some type of crime organization. They quickly approach the man and begin angrily screaming at him. The man on the right slams his fist into the side of the victim’s face. The man on the opposite side grabs a handful of his hair and slams his knee into the confined man’s face. The blow shatters his nose on impact. They continue to verbally insult him while one of the men reveals a roll of duct tape. He moves around to the back of the victim and uses the tape to seal his mouth while the opposite man pulls a switch blade from his pocket. He flips out the blade and gradually inches towards the victim while the other man grabs a hold of his scalp and exposes his neck. While screaming at him the Japanese they begin slicing open his throat with the blade of the knife. A static feed interrupts the footage. The noise thickens the frame while we hear the confined man screaming in complete agony *
April 22nd, 2015
Urban Underbelly
Tokyo, Japan
* We fade in to the image directly above a wrecked and condemned train station, an apparent result of the historical earthquake from 2011 that left a number of the city’s districts in ruins. The cameras move past the wreckage and move down a narrow alleyway littered with homeless scavengers and toothless hookers stinking of desperation. Around the corner we move through an open doorway that leads inside of a dark pool hall, occupied by the same men featured in the assault of Ken Shamrock in Dallas, Texas. Near the back we find the HWA World Champion Michael James, puffing on a cigar while playing pool with a much older Japanese man. Standing five foot five with a collection of tattoos covering his hands and neck, his appearance clearly indicates his position as a high ranking officer of the Yakuza. Subtitles appear near the bottom of the frame as the two speak to one another in Japanese *
Matsunaga: Tell me something, Maikeru.
Michael James: Like what?
* He says as he leans in to take a shot at the six with the cue *
Matsunaga: What exactly are you planning to do with this new contract?
Michael James: What do you mean?
Matsunaga: I don’t really have to spell it out for you, do I?
Michael James: Of course not. I’m just curious whether or not we’re talking about the same thing here.
* Matsunaga casually picks up his cue and slides the front past his index finger, preparing to take a shot *
Matsunaga: It’s quite simple, really.
* He strikes the ball with the cue and causes it to bounce off the right wall and directly into the four, slamming it into the corner pocket *
Matsunaga: This man is a product of disrespect towards everything you stand for. The longer he is allowed to breathe the more he will breed others of his own into the world. Therefore, his current position among the rest of society serves no contribution to anyone. Like cockroaches.
Michael James: I’ve being saying that for years.
Matsunaga: And everyone knows what happens to cockroaches. Don’t they, Maikeru?
* Matsunaga glares down at the floor and squashes a large cockroach under the heel of his expensive leather shoes *
Michael James: But what about the roaches that are, I don’t know, resistant? Sometimes it takes more than one shoe to squash those bastards and they don’t always die like you expect.
Matsunaga: Resistance is identical to the hope this man has for his family. From his perspective it would take a miracle to keep them apart on account for their love and devotion for each other. They have a child and consider that obscenity as an unbreakable bond. The only way to break that bond is to drive a wedge into this man that not even God could comprehend.
Michael James: The sad part is Butch is so ####ing delusional he actually thinks he is God. One man army, tartan solider, whatever the #### he’s calling himself now. Either way Parker is the farthest thing godliness because most Gods wouldn’t do the things that he does. Gods wouldn’t allow their wives to be gangbanged by random strangers off the street. Gods wouldn’t accept the option of consistent failure over possible success due to their inability to make things happen. Most of all, Gods don’t sit around and blow smoke out of their asses in hopes that one day all of the lies and bullshit will work in their favor.
Matsunaga: Then why are we still allowing this pathetic gajin to live in peace when he has done nothing but brought misery, betrayal and humiliation to others?
Michael James: You know something? That’s an excellent ####ing question.
* He says while exhaling a cloud of smoke from his nostrils and knocking the cue into the ball, causing it to slam the eight clear across the table *
Michael James: But technically speaking, I’ve already managed to give the stupid bastard a helping hand in his own self appointed suicide. The way I see it why should I have to bother with getting my hands dirty when I can get Butch to do it for me? I mean, think about it for a second. This isn’t a man of intelligence so I didn’t have to put much effort into pushing him towards the abyss. It started when he lost his cool and started spitting out pointless racist puns like a damn five year old when he had no other mode of defense. Even to this day it’s Godzilla this and sushi that despite the public shaming he had to endure thanks to his own stupidity. Personally, I think he would have learned his lesson after being mocked for years on TMZ and hundreds of other publications but it’s like I said before. Butch is not an intelligent man. If he was, he would have found a way around everything I threw in front of him but like always he failed to do that just like he’s failing to see the focus of this match at Road to Ruin. He calls me a sushi platter. He compares me to ####ing Hitler and then says I’m the bad guy. Does that sound like the actions of an open minded hero to you, Matsunaga?
Matsunaga: Definitely not. In my opinion he’s identical to the description of an arrogant bigot with a maturity of a desperate child.
Michael James: Believe it or not he actually takes pride in being a racist. Sure, it did a serious number on his reputation and caused him to lose thousands of supporters in the process but why hide the truth when it’s as clear as ####ing day? He used to try and deny it but once he saw his face plastered across multiple networks I think Parker decided to bite the bullet and realize just how much he ####ed up. Not only did he spit on me, but he spit on the millions of Japanese viewers that at one time admired his stupid ass. The one thing I’ve learned about public relations is no matter what, you never turn your back on the ones that keep the checks rolling in. Parker never learned that rule and that’s why he’s only making a quarter of what he was before I came into the picture. Now I’m the highest paid name on the roster while he’s forced to downsize his entire life on account of my success. Is it my fault he decided to start a war with a man that surpassed him at every turn? Hell no, it’s not. I gave that dumb ####er fair warning and instead of taking my words as education he spit in my face with a bunch of racist nonsense. He says I’m nothing now just like he did before I made his destruction a part of my daily routine. But you know what? Things haven’t changed with Butch and neither will the outcome of what happens at Road to Ruin. He’s still taking me for granted and he’s trying to predict a future that isn’t going to happen.
* The tip of his cigar lights up as he inhales another drag from the cigar. He leans over the table and slams the cue ball, knocking it into two others, sending them into separate corner pockets *
Michael James: Whether it’s the endless steam of bullshit excuses or claims of counterfeit success, there is nothing noteworthy about the career of Butch Parker. Each win has been one fluke after the other. His victories gained through treachery and scandal until the moment he was forced to compete against someone that couldn’t be bought, sold or reasoned with. I made it clear that I had nothing to prove to anyone and for some reason Butch still felt the need to question me. He judged me like a ####ing bigot only to have his own hatemongering personality used against him in the worst possible way. I took his pride and turned it into a weakness. I took a man that was once recognized as a champion of the people and turned him into the most hated piece of shit in the entire world. But to be completely honest I was only a small part of the equation surrounding Parker’s downward spiral. He did most of the damage on his own just by opening his mouth and all I had to do was step in and finish the job. He’ll say the only reason he lost is because he was outmatched and outnumbered, but I think we can both agree the record books state otherwise. That’s what Parker needs to understand. His word is about as reliable as a steaming pile of shit. So you know what that means? No one gives two ####s about anything Butch has to say. He tried, he lost, end of ####ing story. Maybe if he put forth an actual effort things would have turned out differently. Who knows? Maybe he would still be the World Champion instead of groveling and drooling at the chance to get a cheap shot on me. I guess we’ll never know. But you know what? I’m okay with that.
Matsunaga: And what of these claims involving the American fighter?
Michael James: You mean Shamrock?
Matsunaga: Yes.
Michael James: What about him?
Matsunaga: Is he going to be a problem?
Michael James: Seeing how he’s only a few inches from the grave, not likely. I’ll admit it wasn’t the best move I could have made but I fail to feel any kind of remorse. Shamrock might be a decrepit piece of shit suffering from multiple cases of heart failure but that really didn’t play any part in my decision. He was the final piece of the puzzle and I did exactly what I had to do like I always have in the past. Truthfully I have nothing against Ken Shamrock, Tom Arnold, Bret Favre or any of the relics that had to experience immense torture and agony on the behalf of Parker. As far as I can tell they had no problem with me either, but that really made no difference because they were already involved. Butch is a man that’s famous for not being able to fight his own battles. He’s a man that’s known to break down and hide when he’s faced with any type of adversity. He’s a man who even now, after losing everything he had to live for, still thinks he has a chance of claiming victory in an impossible war. He’s as delusional as Charles Manson with more guilt in his eyes than OJ Simpson. He’ll lie to your face and talk shit behind your back because that’s the kind of person Butch has always been. He’s a ####ing dick. My personal theory is to always give people the benefit of the doubt until they do something to betray that trust. Parker has always put himself above others and that’s why I never understood his shallow expectations. He wanted to treat people like shit and get rewarded for being an asshole. He wanted praise for doing nothing and I refused to give him the time of day. That’s when he knew there was trouble in paradise.
* After placing his cigar in a nearby ashtray, he lifts up his pool cue and grinds the tip into a block of powdered chalk *
Michael James: I was determined to bring pride and honor back to the sport of professional wrestling and Butch wanted no part of it. The HWA was in need of a World Champion that had no limitations or childish fears to hold back the company. Butch was and will never be that champion because he wants everything handed to him on a silver ####ing platter. He wanted to open his mouth and convince people he was worthy of being known as the best while he was losing to throwaway hacks like Bryan Deas and Steve Angel. Either I was the only one that refused to buy his bullshit or I was the only one with enough balls to speak the truth. I told Butch he was a ####ing fraud, slammed my boot into the side of Wisdom’s face and laid that arrogant mother####er out. I don’t know if it was the sting of having his ego crushed or knowing he was outmatched by a better man, but something changed in Parker the moment he came face to face with Michael James. Since then, I’ve been the object of blame for everything going wrong in his life. Can’t pay rent? Blame it on James. Wisdom got caught with another guy’s nut sack jammed down her throat? Blame it on James. If you want my opinion I think he needs to take a moment to sit back and evaluate the reasoning behind his mistakes. Then again, Parker isn’t the kind of person that takes responsibility for anything, so why bother with something that requires actual thought? For someone like him the concept of relying on intelligence to achieve victory might as well be the same as swearing loyalty to the anti Christ. He wants people to curse my name and call me the devil. Unfortunately, Butch is the only one that views the world from the confines of his asshole, so chances are that isn’t going to happen anytime soon.
* Matsunaga laughs at the expense of Butch. He lowers his glasses as he watches James knock the eight ball into the corner pocket and finish the game *
Matsunaga: Damn.
* He mutters as he takes a sip from his glass and pulls his cue away from the table *
Matsunaga: Two of out three?
* James grows a cynical grin as he exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils. A few of Matsunaga’s bodyguards begin fishing out the balls from the pockets. A few seconds later James is distracted by the image of Butch Parker, seen on a small television directly above the bar *
“In the Lion's Den, the rules change, I change. My roar is louder when that meshed steel surrounds me.”
* Trying not to burst into laughter, James takes a long swig from his flask and prepares to set up a new game while cycling his thoughts upon every second *
Michael James: Ironically, Butch said he exact same thing before facing me in the Taipei Deathmatch and still ended up on the short end of the stick. It’s like I said before, Parker is a predictable asshole. He thinks he can turn his own imaginary mindset into a force of sheer brutality like Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk. Personally, I don’t believe in fairy tales. I don’t believe in super powers and I don’t bow down to false idols. And don’t get me wrong. I’m open minded enough to respect the fact that people are capable of achieving change in order to better themselves. People #### up and make mistakes they wish they could take back, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Butch on the other hand is not one of those people. Instead of admitting his mistakes and going out of his way to prove himself, he’ll drop to the floor and throw a ####ing tantrum until someone gives him the pity he’s begging for. I don’t pity Butch because he’s a product of his own bitter humiliation. He’s a living example of what happens when complete desperation and depression take control of a fragile mind and cling on like a ####ing leach. He says he’s going to roar but everyone knows he isn’t going to do shit in this match but lose like he always has in the past. It’s always the same story on a different day and I’m sick of listening to the bullshit. I’m sick of having to defend the sanctity of my people against a couple of inbred bigots that can just barely comprehend the English language. I shouldn’t have to tolerate these problems. I’m the undefeated HWA World Champion so that means I’m on a higher scale than either one of them. I’m playing on a different level than they could ever dream to achieve. In other words, I’m simply better.
“You are forgetting one vital piece of information, Michael, one teensy-weensy pivotal iota you're allowing to escape you. I'm Butch f***ing Parker. That name in the professional wrestling world means something for the right reasons, Michael.”
* James releases a spit take of the Sake, reacting to the audacity of Parker’s ego. The bodyguards laugh at James while the promo continues to play on the television *
Michael James: Little does he realize but it’s not 2005, and no one gives a shit about the meaningless name of Butch Parker anymore. If they did why is he still scratching the surface in an effort to be the center of attention? If he truly is the marketable name he claims to be, why is the HWA being forced to toss all of his pathetic merchandise? Sometimes, I seriously wonder if Butch hears the ridiculous crap that spills out of his mouth. He hasn’t been a spotlight name since 2011 so trying to convince the world of his greatness is just further proof of how ####ing stupid this guy really is. I mean, why the hell would anyone pay money to support the career of some douche bag that hasn’t won a single match in close to a year? Is it because they would rather watch someone try and fail than provide entertainment through constant success? I don’t ####ing think so. Butch USED to put asses in the seats. Butch USED to be a champion and he USED to win matches. Now all he does is talk a bunch of shit and then lose to me. I’m the main event now. I’m the flagship, the spotlight, the face of the ####ing company. And the best part is there isn’t a damn thing that Butch can do to change that. Sure, he can b###h and cry about how things used to be but unlike that dickweed, none of us are stuck in the past. The way I see it you can live for the moment or you can slowly kill yourself complaining about things that can’t be changed. I can adapt to anything. I’ve stood the test of time and I’m still recognized as the best. If I could go back I wouldn’t change shit because I have no regrets. Parker is the complete opposite. He dwells on the past and stays connected to his mistakes. He’s fighting for a better tomorrow when he has problems wiping his ass today.
* James turns away from the television and inhales a drag from his cigar. He approaches the pool table and leans down, preparing to break. He slams the cue ball and separates the rest as they all roll into the various pockets of the table. A static feed cuts the interception *
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