["I Am Canadian" by The James Wright band blasts around the arena and instantaneously the crowd jump to their feet and hurl insults at "The Perfect One". James Wright marches out, unusually without his Canadian flag, with a very annoyed look on his face. He is wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a baggy black T-Shirt. He already has a microphone in his hand as he rolls into the ring to begin his tirade. The jeers have barely died down when James begins to speak.]

James Wright: I have a problem. The man who's standing before you right now was booked for a match tonight only to have it cancelled when the board of MCPW couldn't find me an opponent in time. How incompetent can you be to book a match with only one competitor in? Wait a minute, we're in America here aren't we? A country where every single, damn resident is incompetent. (Crowd boos) Oh sit down and shut up. The thing that annoys me most is that this has left me out of pocket. I'd already spent my winnings from the match on a plane ticket to see a close friend of mine who lives in Bangor, Maine.

Sully: I'd guess he's referring to Victoria Blanchette there rather than Fear.

James Wright: But that's okay because I make more money in one night than you all make in one year. I'm out here instead to issue an open challenge to anyone in the back who thinks that they have a shot at going one-on-one with "The Perfect One" next week on Dynamite. I am undefeated here in MWF, I have pinned Jay T, Kid Insanity and Psycho Steve. Who's going to be next to be added to that list? I don't care whether your name is Insane Wayne, Ace Spade, Troy Knight or Iniquity because everybody knows I am the greatest athlete to ever step foot inside the MWF. I can run faster, jump higher, punch harder, lift heavier and speak more eloquently than anyone, and that's because I am what I say I am�perfect! You've all only seen a little slice of the greatness that is James Wright and there is a hell of a lot more to come here on MWF DynaWright.

JP: DynaWright? How egocentric!

James Wright: I'm tearing a path through the roster on the road to gold, a journey which I predict will have been completed by March. People say that Ace Spade is too sneaky to ever lose his title? The fans say that Doomsday is too big to ever be toppled. The bloodlusters say that no-one can beat Jay T in a hardcore playing field. Well non of these people have seen me wrestle! Back in the UwF (Crowd jeers) they couldn't even find people in the same game as me, let alone the same field. Week after week they'd place some obstacle in front of me whether it was ScarZ, Kaos, Tidus, Tempest, Insane Wayne or The Grudge and I'd just push them aside as I ascended to greatness. No-one could touch me then and no-one can touch me now. I'm always right, I'm James Wright!

[After barely taking a breath in the speech James is red in the face as he throws he microphone backwards, into the crowd. The fans boo "The Perfect One" as he rolls out of the ring and quickly makes his way to the back without once turning back.]

Sully: Strong words there from James Wright, clearly not pleased about being without a match on DynaWright.

JP: It's Dynamite. Can you believe the audacity of this man? He's been in the MWF less than a month and he's already trying to tell President Walker how to do his job. I don't care what he did in UwF because this isn't UwF. This is the Maximum Wrestling Federation, you can't live on past glories here.

Sully: Past glories? James Wright is a legend and continues to be so.

JP: He's a legendary asshole that's what he is!

Sully: Whoa calm down JP, you're going to get us pulled off the air.

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