Post by Michael James on Sept 26, 2013 8:15:15 GMT -5
* We open with an exterior shot of the world famous Tokyo Dome to see hundreds of people packed behind a collection of security barricades. Several limousines are seen arriving as various Japanese celebrities and musicians make their way out of the vehicles. A horde of fans greet them on their way in. We look to the front of the building to see the words "MTV Japan Video Music Awards" as more celebrities begin arriving in large groups. One limousine pulls up as we see a few Japanese musicians step out followed by the Personification of Perfection, Michael James. They start making their way down the red carpet towards the entrance of the arena. A V-J for MTV Japan approaches James for a few words *
V-J: Welcome to the annual MTV Video Music Awards, Mr. James.
Michael James: Thank you very much. It’s good to be back here breathing clean air.
V-J: Tonight, you are scheduled to present the nominees for best rock video. Are there any personal favorites you would like to suggest?
Michael James: To be honest with you I'm kind of out of date with the music scene in Japan. If it were up to me I would just hand the award to Six Feet Under and call it a night.
V-J: Well, I can assure you they won’t be one of the nominees. Either way I’m sure you will give the fans a quality performance as usual.
Michael James: Just as I’m sure you'll be giving your usual quality performance on your knees at the after party.
V-J: Why you son of a--
Michael James: Gotta run.
* The woman is infuriated after being disrespected by James as casually walks away from her on his way towards the entrance of the building *
- Two Hours Later -
* Michael James is seen walking down a random hallway of the oversized arena in search of a side exit. Luckily, he discovers a side door that leads to a smoking area set aside for the arena’s employees. He steps outside and closes the door behind him. James sits down on a bench and begins pulling something from his jacket. He places a Cuban cigar between his lips and lights the end of it with his lighter. James closes his eyes and exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth. He begins thinking back to the most recent promo cut by Dreadful in preparation of his match against TJ Pain *
Michael James: David, I can tell that you’re a man that isn’t a fan of change. And I hate to be the one to break it to you but change is kind of like the future. It’s just another force of nature that no one can alter or modify no matter how much they would like to. And much like Chelsea Armstrong, you don’t have super powers so you can’t alter the changes that you refuse to accept. You can’t mold the EoV into the pathetic heyday that you once knew so do us all a favor and give it a fucking rest. This is a new breed of talent that has already surpassed the washed up mementos of the past. I wasn’t around then so I could really care less about a bunch of dipshit losers who USED to be valued as solid competition. I’m concerned with people who actually oppose a challenge and I hate to break your heart Dick Bag but you aren’t one of them. I’m talking about people like Vincent Hale, Killswitch, Devereaux and as much as it pains me to say this…Marco Valintine. People who put forth their best effort instead of some nonchalant piece of shit hoping the can get by on their reputation alone. It didn’t work for Caliban, it didn’t work for Armstrong and it sure as fuck isn’t going to work for you, asshole. I’m not here to waste time and neither are any of the people I mentioned before. I don’t like being taken for a fool. I don’t like having my natural born talent go to waste and that’s exactly what you’re doing by presenting the same tired material. Personally, I really hope you find a way to remove your head from your ass. Or don’t. It really makes no difference to me.
* He leans back on the bench and adjusts his sunglasses. James takes another drag of his cigar as he continues to verbally annihilate his next unlucky victim *
Michael James: You're not looking at a low life piece of shit like yourself, Dave. You're not looking at your reflection. You're looking at Michael James, the man that is destined to defeat you and become the next EoV World Champion. I'm the future of this organization and the simple reality is that the future is just beginning. At first I thought that maybe the look of stupidity on your face was some kind of physical deformity but now I clearly see that you're just plain ignorant. Unlike you, people want to know the true Michael James. Why, you ask? It’s simple. I’m the new face of the company. I’m the hot ticket. I’m the one putting the asses in the seats and the money in the bank. The only concern people have with David Dreadful is when you are finally going to shut your mouth and give the rest of us a fucking break. I mean, were you listening to yourself in this last one? If not, allow me to give you my evaluation of your work.
It sucked.
To be honest it was probably the worst promotion I have ever seen since my arrival in the company. Even the lowest of the low, Jordan Caliban, could have provided a better presentation with minimal effort. You are the only person in the company that can run his mouth for hours without saying a fucking thing. And don’t get me wrong. I understand you aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. So obviously, my usual expectations have to be lowered to match your abilities. The only problem is you don’t have any actual abilities other than trying to bullshit your way past the competition. And you know what? If that’s the way you think you’re going to win the World Championship then I can’t help but support your decision. Obviously, things aren’t going to turn out the way you expect them to but it’s like George Carlin once said. Never underestimate the power of stupid people. Personally, I think he had David Dreadful in mind when he cut that line.
* He grows a smile on his face as he takes another drag from the cigar. He leans forward and continues to analyze the atrocious amounts of stupidity directed his way by David Dreadful *
Michael James: If it were someone like Hale or Devereaux, chances are it wouldn’t have been a problem. You know why? It’s because unlike you, they have the ability to apply intelligence to their words. They know if you want to receive an appropriate response from someone like Michael James, it takes more than just a bunch of useless drivel. You on the other hand have yet to learn that lesson. Because here we are, several weeks into your supposed campaign to become the next Evolution World Champion, and you’re still doing the same moronic things that scored you a humiliating loss to Michael James on Collision. Are you just a glutton for punishment or are you truly this dense, Dave?
* He ashes the cigar on the ground and adjusts his sunglasses. He turns his attention towards the doorway and notices a few people begin moving out to the break area. He exhales some smoke from his nostrils and they greet him with a bow. James reacts with a traditional Japanese response by nodding his head in their direction. A few minutes later they vacate the area and move back into the building, James returns to his thoughts *
Michael James: You know why I give myself the credit that I do? It’s because I have never had problems being acknowledged as the best. People on the Evolution roster appreciate my flawless dialogue and use my words as inspiration. You want to know why it’s impossible to do that with your material, Dave? It’s like I said before. You suck. You aren’t main event material and you never will be. You aren’t even worthy of being mid card status so how the fuck do you expect someone with a perfect record to take you seriously? In my opinion, you’re equal to someone like Hornswaggle. People can look at you and tell you aren’t meant to do great things. You’re a clown. When the audience needs someone to laugh and ridicule they look at you, Dreadful. When you open your mouth and speak your opinions, all they do is mock your words. When you claim the reputation of a legend based on a complete lie, again, all they can do is laugh. The only thing missing from your last promo was a spread eagle temper tantrum in the middle of the fucking floor. But then again, that’s who you are, Dave. You’re just another douche bag crying and bitching because he can’t match wits and fists with Michael James.
* He grows a devious smile on his face and exhales some smoke from his nostrils *
Michael James: Welcome to the club, motherfucker.
* He carefully snuffs out his cigar on the ground and places it back inside of his jacket. He stands up and walks out of frame *
09/25/2013
MTV Japan VMA After Party
Tokyo, Japan
* We open a few hours after the closing of the award ceremony. The cameras follow a large number of people as they make their way inside of a large dining hall. When we enter the room the camera pans around to show a large lecture room modified to look like a massive social gathering. There are two bars set up on each side of the room along with a large number of tables, chairs and catering booths. We move towards the back of the room where a crowd of people are seen seated at a table enjoying their drinks and conversation. Michael James is found on the right side of the table with a glass of bourbon. He takes a sip from the glass and tries his best to stay active with the group’s conversation. Unfortunately, his focus gradually moves back towards the comments made by David Dreadful. He excuses himself from the table and makes his way out of the room and begins his descent towards the parking lot. A few seconds later we hear a familiar voice call out to James *
V-J: Asshole!
* He turns around and spots the female V-J approaching him. She begins verbally attacking him in Japanese for the comments he made about her on the red carpet. He interrupts her with a reply in Japanese that appears to gradually calm her behavior. James begins to flirt with the girl and he convinces her to leave with him to see his new residence in Tokyo. She agrees and the two begin walking down the hallway in direction of the elevators *
- 3 Hours Later –
* We open a few hours later in what appears to be a newly renovated production studio. Michael James is found seated behind a large desk with his name plate towards the front that reads “Michael James – Black Eye Entertainment | President”. The MWA King of the Deathmatch Championship is found on the other side of the desk set up like a display in a museum. He looks up and directs his attention towards the camera with a cynical expression *
Michael James: Dreadful, I think there’s something you need to understand. If I believe someone is a scumbag I’m not going to go out of my way to do them any favors. I’m a man of principles and these are principles that apply to everything I do. If I’m booked to face someone I don’t waste time on pointless bullshit to avoid the obvious. I don’t try stacking shit on top of shit just to try to gain credibility I haven’t earned. You seem to be the complete opposite. Instead of focusing on your opponents and the World Championship, you’ve been wasting time running your mouth about things have nothing to do with our match at Un-Killable. I mean, how many times are you going to claim my position as TJ Pain’s “bitch” until it eventually starts to sound like a broken record?
* James reaches down and grips onto something underneath the desk. He closes his eyes for a second and leans back in the chair. After releasing a deep breath he turns his attention towards the camera mounted on the tripod *
Michael James: Sure, you’ve been spitting your usual bullshit that we’ve all heard a million times before and that’s great. But what you fail to realize is none of it is going to mean a fucking thing when you step foot into the ring with Michael James. At this point a lowly piece of shit like Justin Evans would have a better chance of winning this match than you do. Is that what you want, David? Do you really want to go down in history as the guy that was bested by a fucking amateur? At this point I can’t see you having much choice in the matter. You obviously want the world to recognize your lack of credibility and that’s why you do these stupid things. You’re like one of those lunatics in the asylum who talk out loud just to hear themselves speak. You don’t have a point or a purpose.
* His eyes roll into the back of his head and James falls back on the chair’s cushion. He musters the energy to direct his attention towards the camera and David Dreadful *
Michael James: Caliban and Armstrong refused to take my advice and look where they are now. Soon enough, you’re going to have no choice but to follow my words and accept your much needed departure from a place where you are no longer welcome. Just think about something for a moment, Dick Bag. We both know you aren’t going to win this death trap at Un-Killable. Everyone knows you aren’t going to win the World Championship. You won’t be extracting any revenge from me so you might as well get used to the idea of living with disappointment. I already pinned you once so doing it again in the Clockwork Orange House of Fun isn’t going to be a problem for Michael James. If you couldn’t hold your own against me in a simple tag match what the fuck do you think is going to happen when there is no one around to cover your mistakes?
* James reaches out and frame and grabs onto something below the desk. He grits his teeth and deeply exhales *
Michael James: If you end up losing the match it will be no one’s fault but your own. And yes, Dave, I know. You will “do the impossible” because you have super undertaker powers or some shit like that. Right? Trust me I’ve heard it all before and it didn’t impress me then, either. Just like Chelsea Armstrong you don’t have special abilities and you sure as shit don’t have anything on Michael James. The last time we faced off I kicked you in the face and knocked your ass clear out of the ring. What do you have to say about that, asshole? Nothing? That’s what I thought. It’s amusing how you become so passionate when you’re running your mouth about TJ Pain yet so speechless when it comes to facing your own public shame. Just do us all a favor and piss off. No one wants you around even if you refuse to accept the truth. You’re an outcast of the worst kind.
* James leans all the way back in his chair and rolls his eyes into the back of his head *
Michael James: FUCK!
* A few seconds later the V-J from the award show inches up from below the desk. She licks her lips and says something to James in Japanese. He replies to her with a smile and she moves back down below the desk. We hear the sound of his pants dropping to the floor *
Michael James: For someone like you, Dave, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. For me, it’s my way to eliminate a lowly piece of shit that has no business anywhere remotely close to my World Championship. It’s like I said before. I don’t grant favors to scumbags and that includes you, prick. I refuse to acknowledge you as my equal because the truth is you aren’t just below me. You’re below the standards of every single member of the Evolution roster. And you know what? That isn’t a good place to be. It makes you a bottom feeding piece of shit that thrives on individual desperation. But there isn’t much else we can expect from you. Is there, Dave? This is as good as it gets so we might as well accept you, right? Fuck that shit. I don’t break my morals or my standards for…AHH!
* James moves back in his seat and looks down at the girl *
Michael James: Teeth!
* She giggles and looks up at James *
V-J: You don’t break your standards for teeth? What is that supposed to mean?
* He smiles back at the girl while sarcastically pointing his finger at her. She lowers her head once again and his eyes roll into the back of his head *
Michael James: That’s better.
* James leans back once again and directs his attention back to the camera *
Michael James: Like I was saying before I was distracted, I don’t break my morals or standards for anyone. Caliban wanted mercy and I had none to give him. Chelsea Armstrong was the same way and now she’s facing the horror of a Tai Pei Deathmatch. If you ask me to cut you a break it will be the worst decision you ever made in your life, Dick Bag. So far, the only person who has shown me any kind of gratitude has been my brothers in the Ultraviolent Nations. They granted me the respect I deserve and I made sure to do the same in return. You wouldn’t know anything about that. Would you, Dreadful? People don’t respect you and judging from the way you present yourself I can’t say I blame them. No one wants to support an imbecile. No one wants to support your cause because they know you can’t get the job done. Do us all a favor and spare us the history lessons about your useless past. I don’t give a flying fuck how many exploding turkey twat on a pole matches you had. What matters is what happens here and now. And you know what? You’re losing the fight. I’m the next World Champion. Not you. I’m the new franchise image of the EoV. Not you. I’m the future and you’re the past. You can move on or you can keep making the same mistakes and end up with nothing. Do yourself a favor and get used to it because that’s the only possible future you have left. And you know what, Dave? The future will begin with your loss at Un-Killable.
* We see the woman’s hand reach up and push James back into the chair. She places her hand over his mouth and he physically surrenders to the woman. A few seconds later a static feed causes an interruption by scrambling the frame. A few seconds later the transmission cuts to footage from a match between Raven and Sean Waltman. Inside of the Clockwork Orange House of Fun, Raven tosses Waltman through a table covered with an assortment of thumbtacks. As Waltman screams in agony, the image is cut with another static feed. When the white noise clears we gain sight of a small Japanese man holding a microphone to his mouth. He appears to be a part of a television broadcast being aired live from Tokyo. The theme music fades out and the man begins to speak. His words are translated into English near the bottom of the screen via closed captions *
Taki: Hello and welcome to the Taki-Maru Sports Show. Today we will be holding an exclusive interview with a man famous for his exploits in the sport of professional wrestling. And despite a lot of the beliefs that the people in Japan have about this particular celebrity we are very excited to have him with us today. So without further ado allow me to introduce the self-proclaimed Personification of Perfection, Michael James.
* A cloud of smoke appears in the image as Michael James moves from the right side of the frame. He is wearing an Armani suit and his trademark sunglasses. James casually approaches the smaller man and inhales a stream of smoke into his face *
Taki: Welcome to the show, Mr. James.
Michael James: Thanks a lot, Taco. It’s good to be back in Tokyo.
Taki: Sorry. You must be confused. My name is Taki.
* James looks away from the camera and directs his attention towards Taki *
Michael James: I’m not confused about anything, Taco. As a matter of fact I’m doing you a damn favor just by stepping foot on this God forsaken show. So, you know what? If you want to keep your spleen you’ll think twice about trying to correct me.
Taki: Understood.
* James turns his attention away from Taki and back towards the camera *
Taki: But since we do have a limited amount of time let’s go ahead and get started. First question. How do you feel about the most recent statements made by your next opponent, Mista David Dreadful?
* James inhales a drag from his cigar and grows a devious smile on his face. He adjusts his sunglasses and begins to crack his knuckles. He turns towards Taki and drops him with an open handed bitch slap across the face. Taki lies motionless on the floor as a few stage hands and production assistants are heard speaking to one another in Japanese. James leans down and picks up the microphone while one of the assistants drags Taki out of frame. Michael James exhales some smoke from his nostrils and brings the microphone to his mouth *
Michael James: Let’s get something straight right here and now, Dick Bag. You might be able to fool a lot of people with your constant lies and deceit. But you know what? You aren’t fooling Michael James for a second. I see through your bullshit now just like I did when I first met you. And just like then you are relying on the same pathetic tactics in an effort to get your point across. But then again, you don’t really have a point, do you? I didn’t think so. All you do is run your mouth with words that only make sense to you, Armstrong and the rest of the clueless douche nozzles that refuse to accept the truth. And you know something? I don’t blame you. If I was a spineless mid card clown with no sense of self confidence then I would probably refuse the face the way things are meant to be. But I’m nothing like that. I’m the man that has the ability to guide his own future. I’m a man that is an ongoing legacy on his way towards the very top of the company.
* James points towards the ceiling while taking a few steps closer to the camera lens *
Michael James: I can face the truth because I represent the type of reality you refuse to accept, Dave. I represent everything you lack and that’s why you have to make an ass out of yourself just to stand toe to toe with me. I’m better than you and I proved it when I pinned you on Collision. I might not have won the World Championship but I still did everything I said I was going to do. Unlike you, I didn’t lie about achieving victory over the “invincible” David Dreadful. I said I was going to win and that’s exactly what happened when I pinned your shoulders to the mat. You can use whatever excuses you want, asshole. Go ahead and call me a liar. Do whatever you can to compensate your own failure. I’m not the one that lost. That was you, asshole. I didn’t try to bullshit anyone about my own abilities. I promoted the match like a professional and I told people the truth like I always have. Next thing you know I’m having my hand raised in victory.
* James adjusts his sunglasses and looks away from the camera. He begins to pace around causing the camera to dolly back in order to capture his movement *
Michael James: When it comes to a match like the Clockwork Orange House of Fun, it’s only natural for someone like you to be scared for your life. You can’t win and you know it. So what do you do? Deny, lie and then lose everything on account of your own stupidity. That’s exactly what happened the last time we were in the ring together. You said you would prove all of my words to be lies and what happened? You didn’t prove a fucking thing to anyone. I’m not a liar. I’m a man of my word. I follow through every single time and I refuse to accept failure as an option. And that’s why I’m going to be a better World Heavyweight Champion than you could ever dream to be, Dreadful. I’m going to be the kind of World Champion that has the ability to use intellect before stupidity. Unlike you David, I’m able to process my dialogue instead of spitting out the first thing that comes to mind. I’m known as a man with extensive amounts of knowledge and intelligence. If I make a statement and you can bet your ass it’s going to be one of truth. When you try to do the same it doesn’t always work out the way you expect it to.
* He ashes the cigar and begins to walk out of frame. The camera follows James as he approaches a water cooler and uses the tap to pour some water into a cup. He pours the water down his throat and crumples up the cup in his hand. He tosses it aside and turns his attention back to the camera *
Michael James: Otherwise, you would have found a way to do the impossible and score a victory over me when you had the chance. Instead of using rational thought to secure your own success, you just spit out anything you thought you could use against me. And you know something? That’s the kind of tactic I have come to expect from you. Right now you’re losing the war. You have nothing left to use and you’re doing whatever you can to keep from choking on your own bullshit. And there’s no shame in that. But there’s also no shame in admitting defeat when you have to no way to fight back. That’s what you should do, Dave. You already proved to everyone in the company that you can’t beat the Personification of Perfection. So, what’s the point in trying? Do the smart thing and save yourself the embarrassment of losing another match. You can either hand in your resignation on your way out the door or you can force me to do things the hard way.
* He runs his finger across of the bottom of his throat *
Michael James: We all know you won’t make the right choice. You never do and that’s why you have the reputation of a natural born loser. Failure is to David Dreadful what success is to Michael James. I don’t know about you Dave but I think I would have to shoot myself in the face before settling with that kind of reputation. I couldn’t live with the identity of a self degrading piece of shit pretending to be something I’m not. You see Dick Bag, I say I’m undefeated because no one can beat me. I say I’m the going to be the best World Champion in the history of the company because no one can do the things that I am capable of doing. You can say I’m an egomaniac. There’s no denying that. But unlike you I have earned the right to say whatever the fuck I want to say. Granted, everyone should be allowed the freedom of speech. I’m not trying to argue anyone’s constitutional rights. But at the same time I also believe there should be a law against sociopaths that rely on the manipulation of others for personal gain. Think about it, prick. You wanted us to believe you were a super hero when you couldn’t defeat the villain. You told everyone you were going to be the end of Michael James and I’m still here.
* James taps his cigar and causes some of the ashes to fall to the floor. One of the production assistants moves into the frame with a broom and quickly sweeps up the mess. James blows a cloud of smoke into his face as he rushes to move out of frame *
Michael James: You’re a lying piece of shit, Dreadful. Do you really think your supposed supporters are going to sit around and pretend to smile while you fuck them over at every turn? Don’t count on it, asshole. They don’t believe you anymore. No one does. They know you’re a fraud and they want nothing to do with you. That’s why I’m not kidding when I call you an ancient relic. People are already beginning to forget you and we haven’t even made it to Un-Killable. Ironically, I just happen to be one of those people.
* One of the network’s associates begins to motion at James while pointing towards his watch *
Michael James: Excuse me for a second.
* He removes the cigar from his mouth and moves out of frame. A few seconds later we hear James arguing with the man in Japanese. He yells at the man and grabs a hold of him by his throat. James pulls the man towards him and violently snuffs out the cigar on the associate’s forehead. He begins to scream in pain as smoke begins to rise from his sheered flesh. James shoves the man to the ground and begins to wipe the ashes from his shirt. He turns away from the associate as a few of the production assistants swarm to his aid *
Michael James: I’m going to level with you. The future does not look bright for Dreadful. I understand that you thought your past experience would be your ace in the hole but sooner or later you’re going to have to come to terms with reality. It doesn’t matter what you might have done before our match at Un-Killable. You had the chance to prove me wrong once before and you failed to get the job done. Your biggest problem is you refuse to listen to reason because you think you know everything. If that was the case you wouldn’t have lost to the Ultraviolent Nations and donated another defeat towards Chelsea’s losing streak. If you knew how to listen to reason you wouldn’t be the loser you are today, David. But, who are we kidding? You’re never going to be anything more than what you are right now. That’s fine with me. If you want to be the laughing stock of the company it’s none of my concern. All I care about is walking out of Un-Killable with your head on a stick and the Evolution World Championship strapped around my waist.
* James grows a demented smile on his face and a static feed cuts the reception of the footage *
