Post by Michael James on Sept 3, 2013 13:00:08 GMT -5
* We open a few hours after the closing of the most recent edition of EAW Collision. The cameras are leading viewers through the backstage area. We stop in front of a door as a hand reaches out and knocks three times. A few seconds later the door opens and we find Michael James on the other side. He has a towel draped across the back of his neck and a cigarette between his lips. James exhales some smoke into the lens *
Michael James: Beautiful. This is the last thing I need right now.
* He says with a frustrated tone. The cameras move towards the side to show EAW personality Danny Brannigan standing across from Michael James *
Danny: Trust me, James. This isn’t a picnic for me either. If it wasn’t for this interview I would having drinks at the after party. Did you get the invite that TJ sent out to everyone?
Michael James: Of course I did. But as you can see I’m in no condition for a party right now. The only thing I’m going to be celebrating tonight is the second I get some fucking vicodin into my system.
* He turns his back to Danny and signals for him to enter the room. He moves through the doorway and sits down on a bench directly across from Michael James. The Personification of Perfection reaches down and picks up a thermos from the floor. He removes the top and makes an offer to Danny *
Michael James: Sake?
Danny: No thanks. I’m good.
Michael James: Suit yourself.
* He takes a swig from the thermos and puts the lid back on and places the thermos on the floor *
Michael James: Tell me something, Dan.
* Danny looks across at James *
Danny: What’s up?
Michael James: What the fuck are you doing here? You obviously have plans for the night so I’m kind of confused why you would want to stick around just to shoot the shit.
Danny: I figured it would be a good opportunity to score a quick exclusive without the hassle we usually go through when it comes to scheduling.
Michael James: Good thinking. But do me a favor and make it quick because I got a taxi on its way.
Danny: That’s fine. This won’t take very long. The first thing I want to know is your reaction to the comments made at your expense by Caliban prior to your match at Collision.
Michael James: Who?
Danny: Jordan Caliban.
Michael James: That doesn’t help me very much.
Danny: The guy you beat to assure your very first victory in the EAW?
Michael James: Oh! Now I remember. Why didn’t you say that in the first place?
* Danny rolls his eyes as James takes another drag from his cigarette *
Danny: Did you have a chance to hear what he had to say?
Michael James: Of course not. That low card piece of shit is below my class of competition so why the fuck would I care what he has to say? I have no reason to waste my time on Caliban or anyone else below my moral standards. I already gave him the worst beating of his career so what’s the point in giving him the satisfaction of my wasted energy? Just like his effort to become a future champion, the idea of accepting Caliban as one of my equals is a fucking insult.
Danny: According to him, this is the “new and improved” version of Jordan Caliban that people haven’t seen before. What do you think about that?
Michael James: As far as I’m concerned there is nothing new or improved about him. I saw exactly what he’s capable of doing on Collision and I’m still not impressed. Jordan Caliban is just like Dick Bag Dreadful. Both of them think some fancy return to the business is going to make everyone forget how much they sucked before their last departure. But you know something, Danny? You can’t erase the course of history and you can’t change the way things are meant to be. My guess is they left the industry for a reason. Things got rough so instead of sticking it out to test their own limitations they decided to tuck tail and run. Trust me. I’ve seen it all before and it always has the same result. The last time Jordan Caliban was in the ring with me it resulted with public humiliation and bitter disgrace.
Danny: Not to mention a trip to emergency room from result of that bump you both took through the barbed wire table. I know you have a long history when it comes to deathmatches but something tells me Caliban does not. I don’t think he was fully prepared for half the things you had in store for the match.
Michael James: That’s not my problem. If TJ Pain wants to throw a bunch of weak motherfuckers in the ring with me then I have no choice but to do what comes natural. I’m getting paid to become the next EAW World Champion and that’s exactly what I did throughout the slaughter of Jordan Caliban. When I faced that spineless asshole on Collision I wasn’t paid to defend anything other than my natural born ability to win. So you know what I did? I decided to make things interesting at the expense of a oblivious douche bag that had no business in the same ring as me. I knew I was going to win the match. That was the least of my worries. But I also had a reputation to protect so I went the extra mile just to send a message to everyone else. I wrapped the barbed wire around my boots and I busted open that fucker’s skull like a coconut because it was something I felt needed to be done. Was it necessary? Probably not. Was it fun? You bet your ass it was. And you know what? I would do it again in a second if I was given the opportunity. Unlike people like Dreadful and Caliban, I don’t need someone to stand beside me due to my inability to survive the competition.
Danny: Fair enough. But what if I told you that your future opponent for the EAW World Championship was more than capable of holding his own in the same type of environments you had in Japan?
Michael James: I would tell you to put down the crack pipe because no one can possibly be that stupid. Everyone saw what I did to Caliban and that was only a small dose of the things I have planned for my victory of the world title. Jordan thought it would be funny to mock my age by calling me a dinosaur. But just like we saw on Collision, I was the only one laughing at the end of the match. I told him what was going to happen ahead of time and he didn’t want to listen to me. Maybe if he had spent less time with his head stuck up his ass and more time promoting the fight his chances would have been different. But he didn’t do that and now he’s paying for it with a loss to the greatest wrestler to ever step foot into the EAW. It’s like I said once before. I don’t sweat Caliban and that’s why I was able to pin his shoulders to the mat. Jordan told everyone that I was an over confident prick. And you know what? He’s right. But unlike that defeatist douche nozzle I have a right to portray my confidence to the world. I didn’t lose anything at Collision. I beat Caliban and became the number one contender for the EAW World Championship. All he did was lose like a bitch and walk out with nothing to show for it. Sure, Jordan. The scars will stick around and you’ll have a story to tell. Whoop de fucking do. Just keep in mind that while you’re gloating about the day the lost to Michael James, I’ll be standing tall as the new face of the entire company. While you’re considering an early retirement this “dinosaur” will be defending the EAW World Championship in high profile events that you won’t be a part of.
Danny: Well, try to keep in mind that David Dreadful is no slouch. I’m sure he wants the championship just as much as anyone else so I imagine it’s not going to be a walk in the park for either one of you.
* James exhales some smoke from his mouth and drops his cigarette on the floor. He snuffs it out with his foot and looks across at Danny *
Michael James: Speak for yourself, Brannigan. You saw first hand how easy it was for me to score a win over Caliban. And you know something? Doing the same thing against Dick Bag Dreadful isn’t going to be a difficult task. In the EAW, all eyes are on Michael James. Not David Dreadful. I’m at the top of my game. I’m the main event and I refuse to break my standards for people who don’t deserve it. What have they done to deserve a match with the only man with a flawless record? Nothing. To be in a match with Michael James means to be established as a franchise name. When people come to see live events they aren’t coming to see some lowly mid card piece of shit with zero creativity. They aren’t spending their hard earned dollars on David Dreadful merchandise. You know why? No one gives a shit about that cocksucker. They want to see Michael James holding the World Heavyweight Championship. They want my shirts, my collector’s items and anything they can get their hands on while it’s still available. All they want from Dreadful is confirmation of his termination from the company. But let’s be honest here. Who can blame them?
* He reaches down and picks up the thermos. He removes the top and takes another swig of Sake *
Michael James: So you know what, Danny? Fuck anything Dick Bag Dreadful has to say. His words don’t mean a thing to the Personification of Perfection. Just like Jordan Caliban, his entire presence in the company is a joke to me. He isn’t destined to be a champion. That’s my domain and everyone fucking knows it. When I need the advice of a clueless douche bag then I will know exactly where to go. Until then, I really have no use for people like David Dreadful and Jordan Caliban. I’m going to be busy being a champion while all they can do is talk about it. I’ll have my hands full fighting a war against an army of adversaries while they’re struggling at the bottom rung. If Caliban and Dreadful didn’t want to be considered to be the ass end of the roster they should have done something to prevent it from happening. But they don’t have the ability to do that just like they don’t have the ability to become champions. If they did they would have done it already and we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.
Danny: I guess you’re right about that. But how do you plan to cover both of them at the same time? It seems kind of risky if you want my opinion.
Michael James: How long have you known me, Danny?
Danny: Not very long. Why?
Michael James: There’s something you need to understand about Michael James. I’m not a fan of gossip. If I told you what I was planning to do it would ruin the surprise for everyone else. Is that what you want to do?
Danny: Of course not.
Michael James: Just look at it this way. All you need to do at this point is keep your eyes open. Jordan Caliban fucked up by putting my name in his mouth so now I have no choice but to add him to the list.
Danny: The list?
Michael James: Yea. The list. You see, Danny, so far I have been able to make a list of numerous idiots and assholes that are trying to get under my skin. It starts with Caliban and goes all the way down to people like Armstrong, Kimmel and Dreadful. There are a few in between that fail to acquire my full attention but just like we’ve seen in the past, every single one of those assholes will eventually bow at the feet of Michael James. It happened to Jordan Caliban once before so I will have no problem doing it again. If Chelsea Armstrong or Ricky Kimmel decide to make some half assed attempt at an ambush I will be ready for them as well. I’m always ready. I’m always prepared. That’s what makes me a better championship candidate than David Dreadful. I know he will just try to use my words against me and that’s fine. He can talk as much shit as he wants but the fact remains is he can’t deny the obvious. Dick Bag can’t hack it anymore. He isn’t a future world champion. He’s just a moronic freak parading around the EAW with a reputation that he hasn’t earned. Sure, he pinned Armstrong at Collision. But who is to say the entire victory wasn’t another one of that crazy bitch’s mind games? As far as David knows he could be set up for immediate disaster. If that’s the case they might as well hand over the title to someone worthy of defending it.
Danny: Let me guess. Someone like you?
Michael James: You’re right about that. I have already proved to everyone that I can successfully back up my words. The only thing David has proven is that he can run his mouth with pointless bullshit when he isn’t hiding behind someone’s jock strap. The company doesn’t need a world champion like that. It’s an embarrassment to the rest of us and I plan to do something about it. I’m not going to sit on my ass and pretend to smile while Dreadful makes a fucking joke out of the company. I haven’t lost any matches and I haven’t lost my reputation. I’ve dealt with racists, scumbags and complete imbeciles my entire life. Dreadful is no different. He could have approached me like a professional but instead he attacked me with the usual bullshit I get from everyone else. Think about it, Danny. How the fuck does Dreadful expect to be recognized as the people’s champion when he’s a fucking imbecile? People don’t want to support some asshole that can barely wipe his own ass. I know he wants to believe that he was granted forgiveness for his mistakes of stupidity but people don’t forget that sort of blatant ignorance. It follows you around like a bad habit and that’s exactly why I refer to Dick Bag Dreadful as a dying breed. His blatant acts of ignorance did nothing more than seal the metaphorical nail in the coffin that he has been looking for.
* James places a cigarette between his lips and picks up the gym bag from the floor. He places the strap of the bag over his shoulder and begins checking his pockets to make sure he has the room key to his hotel room *
Danny: So, are you trying to say you have plans to end his career?
Michael James: If that’s what it takes to successfully attain the world championship, so be it. I told everyone that I’m not here to waste time and that’s exactly what Dreadful has been doing since day one. If I have to be the one to send him back to Chicago then I will have no problem doing that. No one will miss him or demand his immediate return. You want to know why? No one likes David Dreadful. Ever since he revealed his true nature of a clueless douche bag, people don’t want to listen to the words that come out of his mouth. It doesn’t take a genius to see exactly how full of shit he is. He will claim to be a champion of the people, just as long as those people are willing to support the personality of a natural born loser. Personally, I made it a point to be open-minded towards all walks of life. I have always given people the benefit of the doubt before passing judgment. If someone portrays the personality of an imbecile that’s exactly how they should expect to be treated. Dreadful fails to comprehend common sense and this is what he gets in return. To tell you the truth, I expected more from him. But you know what? I can live with the disappointment of other people. They aren’t future so anything they try accomplish is completely irrelevant to the next World Heavyweight Champion. Fuck David Dreadful. Fuck Jordan Caliban. As far as I’m concerned the entire roster can go fuck themselves.
* Danny raises his eyebrows towards James giving him the “oh shit this is going to piss people off” expression *
Michael James: Yea, I went there, Danny. You want to know why? I’m the next world champ. I’m undefeated. More importantly, I’m the only man on the roster with the ability to guide my own path to success. That makes me better than the rest of them. If anyone thinks they can prove otherwise I fucking dare them to try.
* Michael James lights the cigarette and nods his head at Danny before he makes his exit from the room. He turns down the hallway and begins moving down the hallway leading to the parking garage of the arena *
