Post by Michael James on Aug 22, 2013 9:36:16 GMT -5
* The cameras cut directly to an unidentified location seen through the lens of a cheap video camera. A thick grain overlays the frame of what appears to be a condemned building from the appearance of the mold and corrosion decorating the walls. The figure of a male approaches the frame and picks up the camera. He uses the viewfinder to move into a side room where we discover a man tied to a chair. His face is severely beaten and his clothes are drenched in his own blood. The confined man slowly raises his head and begins to speak *
Victim: Shite kudasai…
* He begins to choke while trying to push out his words. He spits a clump of blood from his mouth. There are pieces of broken teeth mixed with the blood *
Victim: Tasukete kudasai.
* A door slams open and two large Japanese men dressed in expensive suits enter the room. They both have a variety of tattoos covering their bodies that appear to represent some type of crime organization. They quickly approach the man and begin angrily screaming at him. The man on the right slams his fist into the side of the victim’s face. The man on the opposite side grabs a handful of his hair and slams his knee into the confined man’s face. The blow shatters his nose on impact. They continue to verbally insult him while one of the men reveals a roll of duct tape. He moves around to the back of the victim and uses the tape to seal his mouth while the opposite man pulls a switch blade from his pocket. He flips out the blade and gradually inches towards the victim while the other man grabs a hold of his scalp and exposes his neck. While screaming at him the Japanese they begin slicing open his throat with the blade of the knife. A static feed interrupts the footage. The noise thickens the frame while we hear the confined man screaming in complete agony *
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08/22/2013
Fujisawa, Japan
10:39 A.M.
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* A static feed opens the scene with a shot of Michael James seated behind an expensive desk in his personal office. As always, he is sporting his trademark sunglasses and he has a cigar gripped between his teeth. James casually exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth and ashes the cigar in a large ash tray. He removes his sunglasses and turns his direct 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 four years after my hiatus from the business, things haven’t changed in the slightest when it comes to quality competition. It might not be the same for most of the guys on the EAW roster 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 beginning of my career where guys like Tri Bute and Dreadful are still working to compensate their obvious lack of talent. Unlike those useless assholes I don’t need to compensate for anything. I don’t have to lie about who I am to ensure victory. When I speak, people listen. When I enter the ring, people get hurt. It isn’t a hidden conspiracy against the rest of you. It’s just the way things were always meant to be.
* The tip of the cigar begins to glow as he inhales another drag. He exhales the smoke through his nostrils that causes a slight fog in front of the lens *
Michael James: It might not seem fair to most people but I don’t give a shit about idiots and assholes. As far as I’m concerned 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 fully encourage your stupid decisions. Personally, I never had the experience of making bad decisions because I’ve always put intellect first. You see, when I first entered the wrestling industry I didn’t have the usual struggles that come with being a rookie. I opened my mouth and two weeks later I had gold around my waist. Over the years I have continued to do the exact same thing no matter where I go. It was always simple for me because I’m one of the rare people capable of directing my own destiny. Ask any of my prior opponents and they will tell you the exact same thing. I’m good at winning. I’m good at being a champion. I’m good at being better than anyone could have ever predicted. Despite what anyone thinks about me that isn’t going to change anytime soon.
* James ashes the cigar in the tray and leans back in his chair. He props his feet up on the desk and casually contemplates the current status of the EAW roster. The former deathmatch champion rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the viewers watching at home *
Michael James: Truthfully, I’m sick of all the talk. I’m sick of the empty promises, asinine predictions and obvious lack of talent. For months since my return to the business 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 refuse to lose. Unlike the rest of the roster I have no problem refusing to accept failure as an option. That’s why I’m completely content with the person I’ve become and continue to be. And what exactly is that, you ask? It’s not that difficult to understand.
* He leans forward and ashes the cigar *
Michael James: I’m the future of the company, the physical definition of perfection and the man who is destined to become the EAW World Champion. I’ve proven time and time again that I keep my promises and I stand by my convictions. If I say I’m going to do something it’s not a joke or effort to build up my own confidence. I know what I’m capable of doing and I’ve proven it through the bloodshed of men who have no business competing on the same level that I do. Unlike assholes like Jordan Caliban, success just comes natural to me. And you know what? If I have the natural ability to thrive as a winner I’m going to do exactly that. If fate has destined me to run through the EAW roster to ensure a flagship name people can admire, so be it. I am that man. I am that future champion and I am the one that’s going to prove to be the different from the rest.
* A static feed interrupts the promo. When the white noise clears we gain sight from the point of view of a man directing the same cheap handheld video camera from before. Two men are heard speaking to one another in Japanese and the man guides the camera into the next room. The familiar victim is found confined to the chair with a plastic bag wrapped around his head. As the two men continue to argue with each other the person controlling the camera zooms in on the victim to reveal a large amount of blood covering his upper and lower body. His neck has been ripped open and there are several bullet wounds seen in his chest. One of the tattooed men yells at his partner while pointing towards an opposite room. He replies in Japanese and makes an exit from the room while muttering under his breath. A few seconds later he moves back into the previous room carrying a large chainsaw. Another static feed interrupts the footage and directs viewers back to the office of Michael James. He pours a shot of Sake down his throat. James slams down the glass and directs his attention towards the camera lens *
Michael James: The only way to start doing that is by eliminating people standing in my way of advancement. I’m talking about people who are doing nothing more but showing me the same bullshit I’ve seen a million times throughout my career. And no matter how many names you assholes try to throw my way I don’t give a fuck about people from the past. I don’t care about a bunch of has been retards that aren’t around in put in their two cents. That was then and this is now. They’re the past, I’m the future. That’s all there is to it. In this business to be recognized as the best you have to push aside everyone else in the company for the good of your own advancement. When you hold a world heavyweight title in any company you are automatically given the duty of representing everything about that organization and its entire reputation. Being a world champion means bearing the weight of a million strong on your shoulders without having the ability to have a choice in the matter. Personally, I never had a problem with any of that. There are things in life you can’t change. You can learn to roll with the punches or you move aside and forfeit any possibility of success. I’m one of the people who can learn to adapt to any situation or confrontation. I will have no problems adapting to the duties that come with being a champion of any kind. I’ve been in this game a LONG time and there isn’t a fucking thing that anyone in the EAW can show me anything that I haven’t seen before. In fact, I dare them to try. I dare them to deliver something that will present an actual challenge instead of the routine shit that I’ve seen up to this point. I dare them to push themselves past the point of childish babble to possibly find a way to equally compete for my respect and acceptance. Judging from what I’ve seen so far that isn’t going to happen.
* He puts his feet down and moves out of the chair. He begins to walk across the room towards a wall featuring a variety of magazine covers, posters and photographs featuring his image on the cover. He directs his sight towards a framed image that was taken with one of his childhood idols, Atsushi Onita. He grows a smile on his face and turns his sight towards the camera *
Michael James: I always say to expect the unexpected. If you are constantly prepared for the worst there is only so much that people can throw at you. So far I’ve had a cluster of assholes thrown my way and it did nothing more but push my name that much closer to the top of the mountain. Granted, most of my opponents didn’t agree with how they lost to me but that didn’t concern me. I had bigger and better things to worry about than the opinions from people that held no importance to me. I was ready for them just like I’m ready for anything that comes my way. I’ve proven that time and time again so tossing the idea of a deathmatch into the mix isn’t going to alter my current course of production. There’s something that everyone needs to understand about the Personification of Perfection. I’m not like anyone else in the EAW. They aren’t used to seeing someone with my type of skill so they have no possible source of defense. But like I’ve said in the past, that isn’t my problem. I don’t give a fuck about any of those assholes. If they prove to be nothing but shit they should expect nothing less than the worst possible treatment allowed. If a bunch of oblivious douche bags want to argue my word then I challenge them to do it to my face. I’m not in this business to make friends. I’m here because I love being financially compensated to beat the shit out of people that are below me.
* He turns his sight back to the wall and gazes towards the top of the makeshift collage. He removes a framed magazine cover that was taken the day after he won his first American title, the MWA King of the Deathmatch Championship. His image is featured on the front holding up the title so viewers can see the full faceplate *
Michael James: Everyone wants what they know they haven’t earned and that’s why I refuse to take any of them seriously. I know they don’t like it but I don’t really give a shit. Many times in the past people have stated that I tend to exceed their spineless expectations. And you know something? That’s fine with me. Unlike those clueless pricks, I’m coming from the position of former World Champion and King of the Deathmatch. The best they can hope for is to continue talking about being champions with no chance of actual success. Ask anyone from my past and they will tell you the same thing. I don’t just defeat my opponents. I make it my personal duty to make a joke out of their efforts. I have a created a full time job out of ending careers and so far no one has been able to do anything to stop me. These things are easy for me so why shouldn’t I enjoy doing them? If I’m going to be paid for acts of violence towards other people I might as well enjoy what I do. Otherwise, what’s the point in any of this? Do you really think untalented assholes like Jordan Caliban enjoy getting paid to look like imbeciles? Probably not. But if that’s the best Jordan can do he might as well make the best of it. Personally, I wouldn’t know how to take pride in the idea of individual deterioration.
* James places the framed magazine back onto its wall mount. He clears his throat and takes another drag from the cigar *
Michael James: From the moment I stepped foot through the front door of this industry, I’ve been on my own. I never had anyone to watch my back or aid in my war against a cluster fuck of pathetic opponents. And I was fine with that. I never asked for help because I didn’t need it. From where I’m sitting the requirement of assistance is kind of like admitting your weaknesses. Personally, I never had that problem because I don’t have any weaknesses. I have always had a way of staying ahead of the competition when people that were falsely recognized as “championship material” could barely stay active. I have always been cross judged and ridiculed because of my race. No matter where I went or who I was booked against no one wanted to see a Japanese man representing the company. But I didn’t care about that. I did what comes natural and I was rewarded for my accomplishments. No one wanted to believe the things I had to say so I had no choice but to prove them wrong. Now, I have nothing left to prove to anyone. I’ve shown the world the kind of champion I am. Love me or loathe me, I’m always going to do what’s right for Michael James. If you say I can’t do something it will be nothing more than an incentive for me to shove those meaningless words back down your fucking throat.
* Once again, a static feed cuts out the reception of the footage. The unnerving noise of a chainsaw blade ripping through human flesh is heard while the white noise fills the frame. When the image clears we gain sight of the two Japanese men hovering over the confined victim. The man on the right holds down the corpse while the man on the right uses the chainsaw to violently cut away his limbs. The camera pans towards the floor where the men have laid down an assortment of severed limbs on top of a drop cloth *
Soldier: Mada kare o hoji suru. Junbi?
* After they remove his leg from his body they toss it onto the floor and move away from the confined victim. The camera angle zooms in on the nightmarish remains of the man. His head appears to have been hacked away from his neck. His forearms have been removed by use a hacksaw and a large amount of his bowels are found spilling from inside of his lower body. The camera suddenly drops to the floor and followed by the sound of someone vomiting in the background. A static transition cuts the footage back to the office of Michael James. He is seated behind his desk gripping the Cuban cigar between his teeth *
Michael James: I want everyone that is watching this promo to do something for me. Don’t take my words the wrong way. Don’t underestimate my abilities and don’t think you can go to war with someone like me with little to no preparation. If you do, I can promise that it will be the most painful choice you will ever make. I’m good at what I do and I do it better than anyone else. I’m always going to outsmart my opponents and achieve victory because that’s what I have always done. I’m the fucking future of this business and everyone knows that you can’t stop the future. You can fight it with everything you have but in the end you’re going to end up broken, beaten and defeated at the hands of the Personification of Perfection. I’ve always proven that when I’m placed in a match of any magnitude, Michael James is the fucking king. I’m going to defend that reputation the same way I would any legit championship the EAW has to offer. To me, this is about my own self respect and personal dignity. I can’t afford to let myself down because unlike the rest of the mid level imbeciles stinking up the roster, failure is not an option for someone who defines the living art of perfection. Failure is not an option for someone who is destined to become the most celebrated name in company history. Despite what anyone wants to say about me this has nothing to do with paying dues. If that was the case I would be at the back of the line with the rest of the rejects who aren’t fit to headline a fucking house show. But I’m not doing that, am I? You wanna know why? It’s because the EAW staff can recognize actual talent when they see it.
* He places the cigar in the ash tray and leans forward. Michael James looks into the camera with a demented sense of ambition in his eyes. He picks up his sunglasses and slides them back onto his face *
Michael James: I’m known as the Personification of Perfection for a reason. I define perfection with everything I do. I stand tall and speak harsh words about people that are below me because I don’t give a shit about the consequences. Being known as the main attraction has never been a problem for me. Achieving constant success has never been a problem for me. So naturally, I was able to practice the art of perfection through the suffering of numerous douche bags that had no place competing in the same industry as me. Over the years that hasn’t changed at all. You want to know why? Winners can’t afford to second guess themselves. They know what needs to happen and they do what it takes to achieve victory. Like it or not that’s the kind of person I’m always going to be. And that’s not a personal opinion or a hopeful assumption. It’s my fucking destiny.
* Michael James leans back in his chair and places the cigar between his teeth. He grows an ego-maniacal grin on his face and exhales a cloud of smoke towards the direction of the camera lens. A static feed cuts the footage once again and the viewers are left with nothing more than a frame filled with white noise. A few moments later we hear the familiar sound of a child screaming underneath the buzz of the static feed *
Boy: STOP! HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU! LEAVE HIM ALONE!
* The noise clears and we cut to a recap from the most recent edition of EAW Collision. Michael James is seen slamming the skull of the boy’s father into the wall. On impact with the wall the footage begins to run in slow motion mixed with the sound of Michael James’ laugher. A cross fade transition fades the scene to what appears to be the same bathroom where the man was attacked. There are dried blood stains and pieces of cracked tile found on the floor. A large portion of the mirror appears to be broken away while we notice the appearance of security tape blocking anyone from entering the stalls. A few seconds later we hear one of the toilets begin to flush. The door to the center stall slowly opens and Michael James steps out of the small space with a cigar gripped between his teeth. He inches forward and lifts up the tape so he can move underneath. He approaches the bathroom sink and sits down on the counter. James exhales a cloud of smoke from his lungs and begins to smile upon thought of his upcoming match against Jordan Caliban *
Michael James: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m a man of my word. For years I’ve been saying the same thing and people still don’t want to believe me. People like Jordan Caliban, for example, who seem to seriously lack the basic essentials of human intellect. But instead of focusing on the past I have to look to the future and exactly what it holds for the Personification of Perfection. As it stands right now, the future looks bright. I’m the new face of EAW and the most dominant force on the active roster. And you know what? There isn’t a damn thing that anyone can do to change that. Not David Dreadful, Ricky Kimmel or the man I have to face on the next edition of Collision, Jordan Caliban. To be quite honest with you, I have a really hard time taking this guy seriously. I don’t know if it’s his inability to perform past a second grade level or if it’s just because I don’t like the guy. Whatever the case may be, none of it is going to make a difference in the match. I’m getting paid to make an example out of his lack of talent and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. It doesn’t take an idiot to see the kind of person that Caliban has become. At this point in his career he is basically doing nothing more but playing catch up with the rest of us. That’s the kind of person that Jordan has become. I don’t know if it’s because he refuses to accept the ramifications of his limitations or if it’s because he can’t hack it anymore. I’m not a psychiatrist. I’m the next EAW World Champion. I’m going to do what true champions do and that’s continue moving up the mountain while people like Jordan continue collecting dust at the back of the line.
* James moves away from the sink and begins moving along the floor. We can hear the noise of shattered glass cracking underneath his feet. He looks down and notices the selection of glass shards scattered across the linoleum. James reaches down and picks up a sharpened edge of the broken glass. He holds it up and admires the glass before turning his attention back to the EAW viewers at home *
Michael James: I’m going to be completely honest with you, Jordan. I don’t know a damn thing about you. But despite my lack of knowledge concerning your background, I have a strong feeling when you look into my eyes you can see your distant future and the grim fate that it holds for you. I think by this point I have put you in a situation you have no desire to be a part of because unlike your past opponents, I actually hold a threat to everything you deem important and decent. You’re feeling something you haven’t felt before. That feeling, my over confident friend, is referred to as individual uncertainty. An emotion that until this point you have yet to experience on a realistic level no matter what past experiences you might care to mention. This is what it feels like to walk around worrying if your next step might be your last. And don’t worry because it’s actually very common to feel the way you do when staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, which is exactly what you’re going to be doing in our upcoming encounter at Collision.
* He drops the shard on the floor and allows the microphone to capture the sound of it breaking into a thousand pieces. He inches a few steps forward and takes another drag from his cigar. He exhales the smoke from his mouth *
Michael James: In less than one week I will mame you, I will hurt you and I will make you realize just how truly sadistic I can be. You will be put on display and the world will be witness to your obvious lack of skill as a man who gave it all but in the end still didn’t have enough to get the job done. After all the hard work, sweat and the long hours spent preparing this is what it all comes down to, a one-sided ass kicking that you will never be able to come back from. You can look at me and see the very future of the EAW staring back at you, Caliban. And just like you can’t change the future, there is nothing you can do to change the result of this match. You aren’t a miracle worker so you won’t be pulling off the impossible anytime soon. You just need to understand something right now. I’m a different breed from everyone else. People don’t want to admit it but they know it’s the truth. They know I’m stronger than Dreadful. I’m faster than Kimmel. And no matter what bullshit you want to believe I’m everything that you ever wanted to be.
* A static interference cuts into the current footage with a clip from the attack on Collision. Michael James is seen kicking the bloodied man in the ribs while his son beckons as loud as he can for help. The feed cuts back to the active footage with Michael James standing in the center of the empty crime scene *
Michael James: In most cases of basic competition it takes a lot more than standard comprehension to understand your opponent. You have to know exactly what they are capable of doing and to what degree they will be using those strengths in their own favor. I can’t do that with Jordan Caliban. I can’t research his capabilities because he doesn’t have any. I can’t attack his intelligence because he falls short in that department as well. When I look at Jordan, I’m not impressed with what I see. He puts little to no effort into his matches and expects to be awarded for it. That shit doesn’t work for me. I could care less what he did in the past. In my eyes he’s still just another piece of shit standing in my way of advancement. Eliminating someone like Jordan Caliban isn’t going to be a problem for me. He can spit his pathetic name for the world to hear and it still won’t be enough to make a difference in this match. No one is listening and no one gives a shit. I’m going to earn my right to become the next EAW World Champion and Jordan is going back to the drawing board where he belongs. Unlike a majority of the people Jordan has faced throughout his career, I’m not going to hand him anything. I don’t lay down for anyone. I’m sure he will argue that I’m being unfair but I don’t give a shit how he feels about it. I didn’t sign with the company to hand my hard earned work over to some undeserving douche with no possible future. Caliban is below the rest of us. It shows through his tedious material and inability to perform past a mid card level. In my opinion he shouldn’t be allowed to compete. Not until he is able to present something that can be considered quality material. But I don’t think he is capable of doing that. He’s clearly out of his league no matter what kind of defense he tries to pull out of his ass.
* He approaches the sink and turns on the faucet. He allows some of the water to snuff out his cigar. James reaches inside of his jacket and removes a metal tin. He places the cigar inside of the tin and slides it into his pocket *
Michael James: With everything aside, I’m looking forward to this match. I can’t wait to see the look on Caliban’s face when all of my predictions become a product of truth from result of his own stupidity. I’m not going to take it easy on Jordan simply because he is below me. If he can’t handle being in the spotlight then he needs to move aside for the good of the company. I hear they are hiring at McDonalds and that could be a great backup plan for Caliban. Personally, I don’t care what happens to him after it’s all said and done. I don’t care about Jordan Caliban at all. He’s nothing more to me than a waste of time and space so it’s going to be great to be rid of him. No more promos full of poorly written dialogue and second grade grammar. No more imaginary claims of premature success to stink up the ranks of the EAW roster. If that’s what he wants I will be more than happy to make it happen. If not, he needs to accept this loss and move on while keeping my name out of his mouth. I’m the flagship player that he will never be and that’s all there is to it. If he can’t accept it then there isn’t much I can do for the guy. When we face off for a chance to compete for gold things are only going to get worse for Jordan. He’s out of his league trying to lead a war that he can’t win. Hopefully this will be the last time I ever have to see my name next to his on a card of any kind. Coming from my point of view Jordan is identical to a busted leg. He’s the type of useless person that will drag his own problems around until they get the best of him. I don’t know about the rest of you but that doesn’t sound like the fitting behavior of a future World Champion to me. Luckily, Caliban isn’t going to be a champion. That’s my territory.
* James adjusts his sunglasses and turns his back to the camera. He moves through the broken glass, shattered tiles and dried blood on his way towards the door *
Michael James: I’ll be perfectly honest with you, Jordan. I don’t think you deserve this opportunity. If you really want my personal opinion of you, I think you’re a fucking disgrace. The thought of you holding the EAW World Championship isn’t just an insult to me. It’s an insult to every person that earned the right to hold that title throughout the history of the company. Do you really think I’m the kind of person that would allow that type of degradation to take place? If so, you need to pull your head out of your ass and think again. You have the same chances of becoming the World Champ as the Lions have of winning the Super Bowl. Ask any sports fan and every single one of them will tell you the same thing. First, they will call you a moron and laugh in your face. But you should be used to that by now. Then, they will tell you the exact same thing. It isn’t going to happen. You aren’t going to be walking out of Collision with anything besides a loss to the Personification of Perfection. You know it. I know it. Even the people supporting your pathetic cause know you can’t win. For you, this is a lose/lose situation. That’s just how things are meant to be. Like it or not I have the power to turn the tide in my favor at any point in time. So, you know what that means? This isn’t your match to win. The sad part is even if you were able to do the impossible chances are you would end up losing the title in less than a week. I hate to break it to you but that isn’t the future I have in mind for MY championship. Either way, you won’t have anything to do with it. You’ll be in my rear view like everyone else. Because when it comes to Jordan Caliban, failure is the only option. It might as well be suicide. At least that way the rest of us wouldn’t have to suffer.
* James makes his exit from the bathroom and the scene gradually fades to black *
