Post by Michael James on Oct 7, 2013 13:50:07 GMT -5
Fade In.
10/07/2013
Binion’s Horseshoe Casino & Hotel
Las Vegas, Nevada
* 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….
* The cameras 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: Bitch 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 fucking 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 copy of OJ Simpson 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 Dread Dreadful lied about his ability to become the EoV World Champion. 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. Dreadful thought he could con a victory over me at Un-Killable and everyone saw what happened there.
* 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 EoV Chaos with a picture of Jason Kaine 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 fucking 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 *
Michael James: This is how I see it. On one side you can settle for something slightly less than perfect or you can take action to get what you want. Judging from the choices he made prior to his loss at the pay-per-view, David 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. People like Dreadful and Jason Kaine have never been complimented for their intellect because let’s face it, scholars they are not.
Velvet: How about, a couple of clueless douche bags 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 clusterfuck. 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 fucking 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 Jason Kaine's voice. He turns to his left and gains view of a small monitor running a 24-hour sports channel. An EoV logo appears and the footage from Un-Killable appears. A spotlight is featured on Jason Kaine while showing the aftermath of his match against Chelsea Armstrong. 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 judgment. Usually, I can find some kind of likeable quality to each individual I come across. When it comes to the character of a turncoat like Jason Kaine, giving him the benefit of the doubt is a literal impossibility. At first, I figured I was dealing with a natural imbecile going through an unlikely identity crisis. But the more I see of this new incantation of the man once known as TJ Pain, the more I’m beginning to understand the complex explanations for his idiotic behavior. Personally, I would never have expected a man of his former stature to sell out and that’s why I always expect the worst of out of people. One minute he could be at the top of the world and the next minute he’s begging for attention from people that wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire. Before Un-Killable, I had respect for Kaine. Now I could really care less what happens to him because I have more important things to worry about.
* James scoffs with a sense of disgust *
Michael James: In what was recognized as a historic event in the main event of Unkillable; I was able to defeat David Dreadful in the Clockwork Orange House of Fun to become the first Evolution of Violence World Heavyweight Champion. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and walked out of the Anarchist Arena with a smile on my face and the World Championship strapped around my waist. Dreadful told the world he was going to be the end of me and then he tucked tail like a bitch. Honestly, I really expected more out of him. But, it’s like they say. A coward will always be a coward and that’s exactly what David Dreadful proved to be at Un-Killable. Sure, he showed up for the match and gave it his best shot. Unfortunately for the Dick Bag supreme, his best wasn’t good enough and now he’s back exactly where he started. I don’t pity him and I don’t plan on granting him a rematch anytime in the near future. Coming from my position as the Evolution World Champion, I need to focus on things of actual importance. It’s like I said before. David Dreadful is the past and Michael James is the future. In the Clockwork Orange House of Fun, I made history at the expense of his ass and walked away without a scratch. Now I’m at the top of the mountain and there isn’t a damn thing that Dreadful can do about it. He lost the match. He fucked up and flushed his only opportunity to become the Evolution World Champion down the fucking toilet.
* He spots a section of empty leather seats designed to look like something from a movie theater. James casually sits down in one of the chairs and directs his attention towards the mechanical bull *
Michael James: Another feat of history we witnessed at Un-Killable was the first official victory for Chelsea Armstrong. Granted, I would be an idiot to say that she didn’t have it coming. Since they opened the doors of the company, that bitch has suffered her fair share of defeat from the very beginning. The first time she faced me it was in a tag match with the Dick Bag where I was able to score a victory over both of those pathetic assholes at the same time. When she attempted to achieve the impossible in a singles confrontation, I made her eat some of her own teeth for testing my patience. Now that she has a victory under her belt, there’s no telling what her next move will be. Whatever the case may be, it won’t have anything to do with my EoV World Championship. When Chelsea Armstrong beat Jason Kaine at Un-Killable, it did nothing more but delay the inevitable.
* He adjusts his sunglasses and leans back in the seat *
Michael James: It’s no secret why Chelsea came back to the business. She has told the world what she wants from this company. She wants to be the first female Evolution of Violence World Champion and make history the same way I did at Un-Killable. Well, it’s like Audrey 2 said in Little Shop of Horrors. Tough titties, bitch. Chelsea had her chance to earn a shot at my championship and she didn’t get the job done. That’s not my problem and it’s not my concern. I beat her twice so allowing that clueless whore a third chance to lose to Michael James isn’t going to make a difference to anyone. Unlike Jason Kaine, I don’t believe in false encouragement. I don’t roll with people that enjoy losing. That’s why the Ultraviolent Nations want nothing to do with that piece of shit. He fucked up and turned his back on his own people. As far as we’re concerned, he’s the fucking enemy.
* 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: Kaine will tell the world he sold out for the well being of his family but I know better. He turned his back on the Ultraviolent Nations because he’s a weak piece of shit that can’t hack it anymore. He can’t hang with the heavy hitters and now he wants people like Armstrong to carry his ass through every confrontation. And knowing Chelsea like I do, she will allow him to use her to his advantage in an effort to get under my skin. And that’s fine. If the bitch wants to dumb herself down on my account it will do nothing but make our victory over her and Kaine that much easier. The only thing they need to understand is that I’m not coming to Chaos to waste my time on them. There are only a few people that make the list so those douche nozzles will have to wait their turn. I’m coming to Chaos to do more than raise my usual hell. At the very top of the show, I’m going to be welcomed as the FIRST Evolution of Violence World Champion by my brothers in the Ultraviolent Nations. It’s going to be a night of celebration for us and a night of the routine failure for Jason Kaine and Chelsea Armstrong. I know that isn’t what most people want to see but I don’t give a shit. I’m the undefeated champ so I call the shots. If Kaine or Armstrong wants to try and interfere with my moment of triumph, I’m going to make them suffer the same way I made Dreadful suffer at Un-Killable.
* 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 Chelsea and Jason 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 the best of me. Sure, watching Kaine prove to be a sniveling traitor was somewhat irritating but it’s not something that keeps me awake at night. I still have a perfect record and I’m still the Evolution World Champion. So, at the end of the day there’s not much that Kaine can hold against me. I know when he reads this he will probably have one of his usual tantrums and find some 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 Michael James. Apparently, Jason Kaine is the kind of coward 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” then I really have no reason to stop him. Every dinosaur has his day and soon enough time is going to run out for Jason Kaine.
* 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: Hai.
* 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: 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 *
10/07/2013
Undisclosed Location
* 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 into the dirt as Michael James walks into frame. He is holding a crowbar in his hand and he has the EoV World Championship draped over his shoulder. 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 Jason Kaine. 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 the Springwood Slasher may be on to something. Especially when it comes to judging fully grown adults who feel the need to prove themselves by pretending to be something they’re not. People who are EXACTLY like Jason Kaine and Chelsea Armstrong. 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 with each other. They aren’t going to do that because they got nothing to show except for lackluster bullshit. Face it, folks. Kaine and Chelsea are shit out of luck. They have already learned that I refuse to lay down for anyone.
* James focuses his attention towards the breastplate of the EoV World Championship. He grows a smile and turns his attention back to the promo *
Michael James: 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 Kareem ends up shoving a fistful of explosives down Jason Kaine’s throat for his acts of treachery, so be it. Al-Bashir has earned his position in the Evolution 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 person 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 Jason Kaine before taking another drag from his cigar *
Michael James: When you place a couple of weak mother fuckers like Kaine and Armstrong together it doesn’t equal strength in numbers. It grants two imbeciles an expansion of combined stupidity. I hate to break it to you douche bags 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 Kareem and I can do as a solid unit. They know exactly what the Ultraviolent Nations are capable of so we don’t need anyone’s approval. If you want my opinion, I have serious reason to believe that someone fucked 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 people like Jason Kaine and Chelsea Armstrong on the same team? It’s not just a recipe for disaster, its career suicide for the both of them. I’m cool with that, too. If this is management’s way of getting rid of two busted legs then we will have no problem taking out the trash. If Kaine and Armstrong want to keep flushing opportunities down the toilet, it’s none of our fucking concern.
* 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 Chelsea Armstrong. 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 EoV 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 Kaine and Armstrong 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 dog shit like Dick Bag Dreadful without any consequences whatsoever? It wouldn’t happen anywhere else but the EoV. David signed a contract.
* James leans forward over the wax replica and glares into the eye sockets. He slowly grazes his hand down the side of the replica's face. He grows a smile on his face upon sight of the figure's bust that appears to be realistically molded by a professional sculptor *
Michael James: The Dick Bag knew what he was getting into at Un-Killable so I really don’t give a shit 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 are offended by my material 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 reality have nothing to do with talking trash. Was it talking trash when I planted my fist into the side of Armstrong’s face? I don’t think so. Was it talking trash when I beat David Dreadful in a match of his own choosing to become the first World Champion? Of course not.
* James takes a drag from his cigar and ashes it on the forehead of the wax replica *
Michael James: On Chaos, I’m going to be looking forward to the destruction of two imbeciles that have both suffered their fair share of misery. 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. Fuck 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 ego-maniacal assholes. All I need to do is show up and take what belongs to me. And 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 the Ultraviolent Nations. But a victory in this match will require a hell out a lot more than either one of you 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 fucking 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. He 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 *
