Post by Michael James on Oct 15, 2013 10:02:34 GMT -5
* Fade In *
10/14/2013
Fujisawa, Japan
10:39 A.M.
* A static feed opens the scene with a shot of Michael James seated behind the custom desk in his personal office. He has a cigar gripped between his teeth and the EoV World Championship lying on the desk in front of him as if it were on display at a museum. He exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth and ashes it in a large ash tray placed to the side of the championship. James removes his sunglasses and directs his attention towards the camera lens *
Michael James: Sometimes in life things have a way of working themselves out. It could be the result of basic human nature or just karma operating in mysterious ways. I don’t know and I don’t care. Things have always worked out for me because success always came natural. I never had to work very hard to get to the top because the competition was never truly up to par with my specifications. Even today, close to five years after my hiatus from the business, things haven’t changed in the slightest when it comes to quality competition. I signed with the EoV, won a few matches, took control of the World Championship and now I’m the most feared man in the company. That wasn’t a hard thing for me to do. It might have been hard for someone like Jason Kaine or Chase Michaels but that’s because they aren’t anything like me. They’re mid card. I’m not. I’ve been the center of attention since the moment of my arrival where both of those douche bags are still working to compensate their mistakes. Unlike those useless assholes I don’t have any losses. All I have is an undefeated record and a championship that no one can take from me. It might not seem fair to rest of you but I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m the undefeated World Champion and you motherfuckers are below me. If you don’t like the words I’m saying then I challenge you to do something about it. Prove me wrong. Be a hero. I encourage your stupid decisions.
* He picks up the World Championship and smiles with a devious expression. The camera zooms in on the face plate showing the custom detail made to the belt upon refurbishment. It appears to have a Japanese flair combined with the classic look of the EoV company emblem *
Michael James: I never had the experience of making bad decisions because I’ve always put intellect first. Unfortunately for Chase Michaels, he’s currently stuck in a dilemma where he has no choice but to live with a decision he doesn’t have the proper intelligence to make. If Chase was a smart man he would know exactly what he needs to do. He would quit while he still has the chance. That way he could avoid suffering the same fate I have been giving to his cock eyed girlfriend since the moment I laid eyes on her. But as we all know, Chase Michaels is not a rationally minded person. He’s an idiot. He will do whatever the hell Chelsea asks him to do because he lacks the ability to think for himself.
* James casually brings the cigar to his mouth and inhales the tobacco into his lungs. The opposite end begins to glow a deep red color *
Michael James: I can’t afford to have those kinds of problems because my name holds a great deal of importance to the entire company. When I beat David Dreadful to become the EoV World Champion I became more than just the face of the company. I accepted the responsibility of becoming a physical representation that will lead the Evolution of Violence into the future. Do you really think someone like Chase Michaels would be able to handle that kind of responsibility? Of course not. The last time I checked that douche bag could barely wipe his own ass without the requirement of Chelsea’s approval.
* Michael James stands up and drapes the World Championship over his shoulder. He takes the cigar from the ash tray and grips it between his teeth before moving out of frame. He stands in front of a wall displaying a collage of photographs and magazine covers featuring James as the main image *
Michael James: Despite whatever bullshit hype people want to believe, Chase Michaels is destined to crash and burn on Chaos the same way he’s always done in the past. That’s just the way he was designed and there isn’t a fucking thing he can do to change it. I’m better than him and I’ve proven it on more than one occasion. Otherwise, why am I holding a championship that holds more value to the company than anything he has accomplished to date? As far as I’m concerned Chase Michaels is exactly like David Dreadful. When he stands alone he’s nothing more than a weak piece of shit with zero potential for success. That’s why he can’t make a direct decision on anything without the assistance of interference. I have always created individual direction through my own success. I don’t need the guiding hand of anyone and that isn’t going to change anytime soon. If I required the opinions of idiots and assholes to win matches then I would be just as pathetic as Chase Michaels, Chelsea Armstrong and the Dick Bag Supreme.
* James moves along the wall and the cameras move with him. He makes a quick exit through a side door and reveals an area of the porch that he has modified into a custom section filled with exercise equipment. He stops directly in front of a brick wall decorated with two separate posters. To the left, Chase Michaels. To the right, Chelsea Armstrong. He turns around and looks at both posters before directing his attention towards the camera. Michael James rolls his eyes and adjusts the World Championship draped over his shoulder *
Michael James: I’m sick of all the talk. I’m sick of the empty promises, asinine predictions and obvious lack of talent. For weeks I hear nothing but a bunch of pointless shit from people that just “magically” disappear upon the first sign of confrontation. Sooner or later they all show their true colors. No matter who they are or what kind of reward system is put on the line, it’s never enough for them to risk life and limb for the sake of a victory. I’m not like that. I’m the kind of person that will gladly risk life and limb for the sake of a victory. You know why? It’s because I don’t lose. That’s why I’m the best and that’s why I’m still the champ.
* James turns away from the camera and faces both of the posters. He removes a lighter from his pocket. He flips open the top and flicks the stone with his thumb so the flame ignites *
Michael James: I defeated Dreadful to earn the EoV World Championship because it was destined to happen one way or another. Otherwise, how else would I have ended his career when he was clearly at one hundred percent? You need to understand something, Chase. As of right now you are treading on dangerous ground by even putting forth your pathetic opinion towards my business. And it doesn’t require the acumen of a genius to see that I’m the last person you want to piss off right now. I can break you just as easily as I did Armstrong, Kaine and Dreadful so don’t think for a second that you are anywhere remotely close to my performance level. You might have made it this far but that’s as good as it gets, asshole. You might as well get comfortable where you are, Michaels.
* He drops the lighter on the ground and turns back towards the camera as the posters begin to go up in flames *
Michael James: You’re the king of the mid card division. You’re the head clown amongst a horde of clueless douche bags. And from where I’m sitting that isn’t such a bad place to be. I mean, look at it this way. Instead of becoming the Evolution of Violence World Champion you can spend the rest of your time wiping the asses of guys like High Flying Hardcore, Ian Lenton and Ryan Rivera. Doesn’t that sound awesome? For someone like you I’m sure it would be. For someone like me, a world champion, it would be a living nightmare. But I don’t have to worry about that because I’m not a mid card clown. I’m in the main event on every card, every time. And it isn’t a coincidence. It’s just one of the many advantages that come with being the living definition of perfection personified.
* He moves out of frame while the posters continue to burn at a rapid pace. A cross fade transition cuts the scene to an exterior view of a two story building located not very far from the infamous eight mile railway system in Detroit, Michigan *
10/15/2013
Birds Eye Media Broadcasting, LLC
Detroit, Michigan
- Brain Damage Broadcasting with Eddie & The Boomer -
* The office of the broadcasting company is found to be a part of an industrial park modified into a venue reserved for up and coming small businesses. We gradually move through the front doors of the building. The lobby seems to appear somewhat normal. There are various cubicles scattered around the room while the sounds of Xerox machines and telephones make it almost impossible to hear yourself think. Another cross-fade cuts the scene to an area near the back of the building set up as a broadcasting area for the radio station. A variety of stickers, shirts and posters promoting a selection of well known grindcore and death metal bands are found decorating the room. We move past the door directly into the broadcasting area where two men are found sitting across from one another. They both have individual microphones and sound boards in front of them *
Eddie: Despite whatever fans want to think, he didn’t leave the band to be an asshole. He left because it was the only choice he had left. Plain and simple. I bet you a hundred bucks right now that anyone with half a brain would have done the exact same thing if they were put in the same situation.
Boomer: If that’s the case then you wouldn’t just be an asshole, Eddo. You would be a fucking idiot with no sense of loyalty to the fans or the music. Everyone knows that rule number one is you don’t abandon your friends when they need you and that’s exactly what he did at last night’s show. He quit when things got rough and he walked off stage because he couldn’t hack it.
Eddie: Are you trying to tell me the sparks that were flying from the strings of his guitar had nothing to do with it? C’mon, Boomer. Even you have to admit the setup of the stage seemed like a rink dink operation with piss poor management. These guys have toured with some of metal’s most influential names and this is the kind of treatment they get for agreeing to perform on the fly?
Boomer: They still agreed to do it, didn’t they? Is it the club owner’s fault that he was forced to make last minute preparations for a band with impossible expectations? Of course it isn’t. He did what he could in the time they gave him so I don’t blame guy for standing his ground.
Eddie: Try telling that to the health department on their next routine inspection. Coming up, we have a slight change of pace as we will be welcoming the Evolution of Violence World Champion Michael James to Brain Damage Broadcasting. We will be discussing life, death, limbo and his upcoming match against the “Lone Wolf” Chase Michaels. Keep those asses where they are listeners because we’ll be right back after this commercial break.
* Eddie reaches forward and flips a switch on the main control board. The red light cuts out and the commercial break begins to run. A few seconds later the door opens and the cameras gain sight of Michael James entering the room. He is wearing an Armani brand shirt and a pair of expensive slacks. He has the EoV World Championship draped over his shoulder. James approaches the booth with the two men and removes his sunglasses. He tucks them into the pocket of his shirt and takes a seat behind an additional sound board. He pulls the microphone in and adjusts its position for his own comfort *
Eddie: Okay James, I don’t know how familiar you are with broadcasting but we have a pretty basic system here. Once the red light comes on that’s when we’ll be live so just keep that in mind once we start recording.
Michael James: Easy enough.
Eddie: Luckily, this is internet radio we don’t have to follow the usual legalities that come with standard broadcasting.
Boomer: In other words feel free to stick to what you’re good at, James.
Michael James: And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Boomer: It means we won’t tolerate censorship of any kind. If you have something you want to say then just go ahead and say it. We won’t be revising any of the content or releasing a candy coated version with all the vulgarity cut out.
Michael James: Sounds good to me.
* He says with a smile as he places a set of headphones over his ears. Eddie and Boomer do the same as the commercial break start to come to an end. A few seconds later Eddie reaches towards the control switch and prepares to flip it over *
Eddie: Okay we’re going live in three…two…
* He flips the switch and the large red “On The Air” light flashes on *
Eddie: Alright metalheads and gorehounds, we’re back with the Eddie and Boomer show and just as I promised we are now joined in the studio by the one, the only, the undefeated Evolution of Violence World Champion, Michael James.
* Eddie reaches towards the sound board and plays a sample from Newsted’s recent track titled “Soldier Head”. He flips the switch back over and cuts out the audio sample *
Eddie: Welcome to the show, Champ. It’s a great pleasure having you with us for your first official appearance on Brain Dead Broadcasting.
* James leans forward and speaks in the microphone in Japanese. Eddie looks across the way towards Boomer with a confused expression *
Boomer: I think he said your mother sucks cocks in Hell, Eddo.
* Michael James and Boomer begin to laugh at the expense of Eddie *
Eddie: Well judging from what I’ve seen from some of his fights in the EoV he can say whatever the hell he wants. There was one match in particular where he busted open some poor guy with a pair of brass knuckles. Boomer, the guy was seriously drinking his own blood by the end of the match.
Michael James: And that was the least of his worries. I just did what comes natural and made him see the error of his ways. You wouldn’t see Harvard Rugland trying to kick a fucking field goal with a shattered knee cap, would you?
* Boomer and Eddie share a laugh with Michael James in reaction to his commentary *
Eddie: So, tell us about this Chase Michaels guy. What do you know about him?
Michael James: Other than the fact that he refuses to make any moves without the assistance of Chelsea Armstrong? Not a damn thing. The way I see it, this entire match is going to prove to be nothing more than a waste of my time. Chase Michaels is a mid card piece of shit so there is no possible way for him to successfully compete against someone on my level. Unless he is coming to the ring with a fucking machine gun stuck up his ass he really has no way to create a possible defense. This match is what we professionals refer to as a recipe for disaster. In one corner, you have the undefeated Evolution of Violence World Heavyweight Champion. In the opposite corner, you have a spineless asshole who wouldn’t know his own ass from a hole in the ground. We have been at each other’s throats since the day Chase decided to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. So, putting the two of us against one another in a singles confrontation isn’t going to amend or mollify the hatred we have for one another. It’s just going to make things worse but you know what? I’m fine with that. Michaels is fine with that. If the people want to see a clash of the champions that is exactly what we’re going to be giving them.
Boomer: Except for the fact that you’re a World Champion and he isn’t a champion of any kind.
Michael James: Exactly. There is only so much you can do with a clueless douche like Chase Michaels. In this business he’s what people call a stepping stone. He did a few things back in the day and now that he’s back in action he wants to be rewarded with titles and victories for things he did in the past. Obviously, life isn’t turning out to be the fairy tale ending he might have hoped for. And he can try to get even with me by no showing the match. That’s what everyone is expecting from him. He can’t hack it anymore so instead of putting worth an effort he will do his best to tuck tail like a bitch and avoid the entire situation. As you guys can tell Chase’s career has become nothing more than an endless cycle of mindless bullshit. I don’t want to have anything to do with that. I can’t afford to have my time wasted by someone with no serious intentions of success. As far as I’m concerned his participation in the match on Chaos is fucking irrelevant. I didn’t ask to be placed in the ring with a fucking imbecile. I asked for an opportunity to turn High Flying Hardcore into a paraplegic. Apparently, this is what happens when you leave the chain of command in the hands of an incompetent whore.
Eddie: Are you referring to Cami James, the newly appointed GM?
Michael James: She’s the only general manager in the company so yes; I’m talking about Cami James. Personally, I have nothing against her. She seems like an intelligent woman who is more than capable of handling anything that needs to be done. But at the same time, I don’t know a damn thing about her. You know what that means? She still has a long way to go until she can earn the trust of the EoV World Champion. And yes, I’m sure gaining my trust is no concern to her. But you know something, Eddie? I can respect that. When I first arrived in the EoV I could really care less what people thought about me. I had a job to do so instead of blowing a bunch of smoke from my ass like Chase Michaels, I did everything I set out to do. Cami is in the same position. She has a job to do and something tells me she’s going to do whatever it takes to make things happen. Obviously, she made a mistake when she booked the upcoming massacre of Chase Michaels. But, it’s like they say. In order to become good at something you have to learn from your mistakes. In this particular case, Michaels is going to act as a consequential guinea pig. Cami fucked up when she booked the match and now Chase will be the one to suffer for her mistakes. I’m sure people think it’s unfair and there’s a good chance they could be right. But I don’t really care. I’m the undefeated champ so I make the rules.
Boomer: Is that what you’re planning to do in your appointed match up against Chase Michaels? Make up the rules as you go along?
Michael James: Sure. Why not? That’s exactly what I did against David Dreadful and now I’m the most respected champion on the roster. I can afford to make up the rules as I go along because I’m recognized as the beating heart of the EoV. I do what I want and say what I want because there is no one to stop me from doing it. It’s like I said before. People have to learn from their mistakes. I’m not like any of those people because I don’t make mistakes. Chelsea Armstrong thought defeating me would be a simple task and I made the bitch suffer for her obvious stupidity. When Armstrong couldn’t get the job done she brought Chase Michaels into the company as a last minute insurance policy.
* James releases a cynical laugh upon the thought of Michaels *
Michael James: So far, nothing she has done has brought Chelsea closer to a victory over the Personification of Perfection. I beat her one on one and I beat her in two different tag matches. That’s three consecutive losses that Chelsea has suffered to me simply because she refused to listen to reason. Now, she wants the same thing to happen to her insurance policy. And I’m fine with that. I don’t like Chase and I don’t respect him so breaking his neck isn’t going to be a problem for Michael James. The championship isn’t on the line so I have nothing to lose.
Boomer: What about pride? Would a loss to this guy have any effect on your reputation as the undefeated champion?
Michael James: I’ll be the first one to admit it. In some situations pride can hold more importance than gold. When it comes to the overall character of Chase Michaels, pride is the only thing keeping him from falling to pieces. He’s trying to balance the weight of the world on his shoulders and he knows he can’t do it on his own. To be quite honest with you guys I could really care less what happens to him when everything is said and done. He could disappear from the face of the earth and I doubt anyone would miss him. I just want to be there with a front row seat so I can bask in the ultimate downfall of Chase Michaels. In this particular match, pride happens to be the apparent stipulation. Luckily, I developed my reputation by breaking the pride and dignity of people that are below my own standards. Why should Chase be any different from them? Sure, if Michaels was able steal a victory over me there would be serious consequences. But, let’s get real. That isn’t going to happen because Chase doesn’t have the ability to do the impossible.
* James leans back in his chair and reaches inside of his jacket. He removes a flask of Sake from his pocket and removes the cover. He takes a swig of the Sake and pulls the flask away from his mouth *
Michael James: What a lot of people don’t know about Chase is when he gets knocked on his ass he can’t just get back up and wipe himself off. He has to stay down for a matter of days until he can muster the strength to retaliate. I’m not like that. If someone pisses me off I have no choice but to react. Unlike Michaels, I demand respect. Jordan Caliban, Jayron Mills and Surge didn’t believe me. Now they’re fucking history. And just like those spineless assholes, Chase Michaels is not an intelligent person. When he has nothing else to say he responds the only way he knows how. Unfortunately for Michaels his reactions aren’t developed with a sudden stroke of genius. Since he was raised to be an imbecile that’s just how some things are meant to be for people like Chase. You can make the best of life and learn how to breed success or you can produce unavoidable failure like Armstrong and Michaels. If he truly was the secret weapon that Armstrong expected Chase to be he would have disbanded the Ultraviolent Nations by now. But we’re still at the top of the food chain so he obviously hasn’t done a fucking thing.
Eddie: In other words, you have no intentions of doing this guy any favors in the ring.
Michael James: My honest opinion is that Chase Michaels is a bitch. I don’t grant favors to people I refuse to respect and Chase is definitely one of those people. He didn’t come to the EoV on his own so his entire presence is a joke to me. I had to work my way to the top and he gets a match against the World Champion in his debut match. I don’t know about you guys but that sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Personally, I don’t think he deserves this opportunity. He hasn’t won any matches or presented any serious material so he shouldn’t be placed in the same ring as the World Champion. As far as I know I could be facing a mindless retard in what is supposed to be the main event of the night. Do you really think I want to be held responsible for the one sided ass kicking of someone with half a fucking brain?
Boomer: Probably not.
Michael James: Probably not is right. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve done a LOT of fucked up things in the past. But turning this match into another edition of the Mass Transit incident is the last thing I intend to do.
* Upon his mention of “Mass Transit” Boomer and Eddie look at James with expression of panic as they cover their microphones. They both signal for James to avoid the entire subject *
Boomer: And it looks like we have some listeners calling in with their questions for the EoV Champ. Let’s go to the phones with Bryan in Pasadena, California. Whats up, Bri? You’re on with Eddie, the Boomer and the EoV World Champion, Michael James.
Bryan: Hey, Eddie. Hey, Boomer. I’ve listened to your show for a few years now and I’m a huge fan.
Boomer: Good to hear, bro. Did you have a question for Michael or were you just calling in to plug the show?
Bryan: No, I have a question. Mr. James?
Michael James: Yes?
Bryan: About a week ago you came by my place and beat the living hell out of my roommate, Barney Pattison.
Michael James: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Bryan: Yes, I’m sure you don’t. Anyway, we were wondering if you were planning on covering any of repair costs---
* Michael James quickly motions for Eddie to go to the next caller. He disconnects the call with Bryan and moves to the next line *
Eddie: Okay, next caller. Kelsey in Dayton, Ohio; you are LIVE! with Eddie, the Boomer and the EoV World Champion, Michael James. What’s going on, Kels?
Kelsey: Hey, guys. Not a whole lot. My question is for Michael.
Michael James: Shoot.
Kelsey: About a year and a half ago we met at a club in Dayton that was hosting a Gorguts show.
Michael James: Okay. I met about thirty different women at that particular show. Is there any way you can be more specific?
Kelsey: Sure. Out of the all of the women you met that night, I’m guessing I was the only one that was on her knees giving you free head in the bathroom.
* Boomer chokes on his water and performs a spit take on the floor *
Michael James: Like I said, you’re gonna have to be more specific—
* Boomer and Eddie begin to laugh out loud and James signals for Eddie to disconnect the call. He switches over to the next line *
Eddie: T.B. in Compton, California; you are talking with Eddie, the Boomer and the Evolution of Violence World Champion, Michael James. What’s your question?
T.B.: Am I on time for the five o’clock free crack giveaway?
Boomer: God damnit, Dubya! How many times have I told you to stay off this line?! If you’re going to make an order you need to bring your junkie ass here with cash in hand! You hear me? And none of that coupon shit because the last ones you gave me were fucking expired!
* Eddie disconnects the call and looks across at Boomer with an expression of concern *
Eddie: Alright listeners we’re going to take a quick music break but when we come back we’ll have more Brain Dead Broadcasting for you with our special guest, Michael James.
* Eddie reaches forward and switches over the main control on the sound board and the “On The Air” light powers down. A static feed interrupts the promo. A few seconds later the white noise clears from the image. A full frame view of the EoV World Championship is seen resting on a flat surface. A hand reaches down and picks up the title. The cameras cut to a long shot to show Michael James standing in front of the desk inside of his personal office. He turns towards around and faces the camera while holding the World Championship with both hands *
Michael James: In the EoV, there are a limited amount of people I feel that are worthy of competing for my championship. Chase Michaels is not one of those people. Tommy Rowan on the other hand, is a man I would consider as valuable competition. Other than myself, he has been the only person to prove his place as one of the company’s heavy hitters. People like Armstrong and Dreadful have done nothing but spouted disrespect and bullshit. Michaels has attempted to do the same thing and failed miserably due to his inability to comprehend the English language. Tommy Rowan is different from the rest of you spineless assholes. When I first arrived in the EoV he approached me like a professional and shook my hand as a sign of mutual respect. If anyone deserves a spot in the main event, it’s him. Not some mentally challenged douche bag trying to claim arrogance for things he will never accomplish. You see Chase, unlike you, Tommy is a champion. You can say whatever you want about him but the fact is he has the gold and you don’t. He has my respect and you don’t have a fucking thing. You just need to face facts. The Hybrid Champion is better than you. Michael James is better than you. As far as I’m concerned, a retarded monkey with down syndrome would have more potential to become a champion than you would on the best day of your fucking life.
* He says with apparent confidence in his voice. He drapes the World Championship over his shoulder and takes a few steps forward *
Michael James: You can’t bullshit your way past me, asshole. Others have tried and every last one of them ended up with the same fate as you. I would be lying if I said I didn’t hold a high opinion of my own capabilities. The truth is I have always been the way I am for a number of reasons. Some of it stems from my bitter experience with people’s judgment of my cultural orientation. Some of it comes from my natural ability to achieve success the only way I see fit. So yes, I do have a high opinion of myself. You want to know why? It’s because I have fucking earned it. No one has been able to knock me off the top of the mountain and that isn’t going to change because of you, Michaels. You’re in the EoV for one reason only and it has nothing to do with the World Championship. You’re here working as a hired gun for Armstrong. If she tells you to jump, you jump. If she tells you to bark, you bark. Aside from that you really have no purpose. You’re never going to be respected and you’re never going to be a champion.
* He holds up the championship and takes a few steps forward revealing the custom designed breast plate. “The Personification of Perfection” is engraved over his name on the bottom of the plate *
Michael James: And this, my feeble-minded adversary, is something that you will never have. Do yourself a favor and take a good long look but this is the closest you will ever get to MY championship.
* He moves the championship out of the frame and carefully places it over his shoulder *
Michael James: I know you don’t know very much about me so allow me to give you a proper introduction. My name is Michael James and I refuse to take shit from anyone. I refuse to accept failure as an option and I refuse to settle for anything than the very best. As far as you are concerned, I’m the one you need to admire and respect in order to make waves. If you don’t believe me why don’t you ask your superior and she will tell you the exact same thing. She was granted the exact same opportunities I was given and she failed to get the job done. You know why? She couldn’t make it past Michael James. To be completely honest I don’t think she will ever be up to par with my class of competition. That’s why she needs you, Chase. She needs someone to throw underneath the bus you just happen to be willing to take the fall. I guess they weren’t kidding when they referred to the NWA as a fool’s paradise. Thanks for the clarification, prick.
* He inches forward and covers the camera lens with the palm of his hand. The footage cuts to black *
