Paul: You're trespassing you know.
James: Probably.
Paul: So before i call the cops and have your ass arrested you wanna tell me what the fuck you're here for?
James: Not particulary but what the hell i guess i could humor you for a but seeing how you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Name's James....
Paul: I know who you are asshole.
James: Alright jethro calm down. Now...i'm here in response to a promo done here with a guy i'm sure you know very well Paulie. Xander Bax ring a bell?
Paul: Never heard of him.
* James laughs *
James: You know i thought you'd say that so in case this situation arose i came prepared...
* James looks over to one of the japanese men and motions to him while speaking in japanese and the man pulls out a convienently sized computer laptop and lays it on the ring apron. He pops it open and loads up a program and turns it around so Paul can see. A video plays of the Xander Bax promo where Paul was helping him train *
Paul: So what? I aint telling you shit about Xander.
James: Is that what you think this is? You think i want information?
Paul: Why else are you here?!
James: Cause i know you're gonna be talking to that shitbag asshole a long time before our match on January 6th so i want you to give him a message for me.
Paul: Fuck your message. Get out.
James: Not smart.
* James looks over at the men and nodds his head as they both quickly slide into the ring and corner Paul aganist the ropes. The student slides into the ring in effort to aid Paul but is quickly stopped by a boot to the face from James knocking the student down to the canvas. Paul lunges at James but gets stopped with a knee to the ribs from one of the men dropping him to one knee, Paul tries to get up but gets sent down with a chop across the back of the neck from the opposite man and Paul lands face first with a faceful of canvas. James drags the student back up by his hair *
James: Now Paul i know that this little brat dosent deserve this by any means possible but my buddies here they arent as tolerant as i am. Now you're gonna give Bax a message directly from the mouth of Michael James or your little retard here is gonna really regret the day he met Michael James.
Paul: Fuck you chink....
James: Chink?
* James shoves the student back a few inches just to wind up his right arm as he comes crashing down across the chest of the student with a devestating chop sending a loud smack sound throughout the facility. With the student now on his knees, holding a rash looking red mark left across his chest we see James lift him back up to his feet just to send him down to the canvas with another hard chop across the chest *
James: Now that fucking hurts Paul. By the way what are you teaching these kids now anyway? I mean looking at how Xander wrestles you must be doing something wrong. Whats he teaching you kid?
Paul: You dont have to tell him shit--
James: Shut up!
Student: ...basic amatuer and....
* The student grips his chest *
Student: ...basic--
James: Spit it out!
* James lifts the student up and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip and as the student comes back at James he manages to strike James across the chest with a weak looking clothesline not even strong enough to move James off his feet. With an unimpressed look on his face James sends the student crashing down with a Stan Hansen like standing clothesline with such force it cause the student to flip upon landing and roll out of the ring *
James: See ya rookie!
Paul: Why dont you try to do that to me you pussy ass chink son of a bitch!
James: Alright...
* James motions towards the men to let him go as they back away allowing Paul to move on his own. Paul gets in a grapple position and begins to inch towards James who for some reason shows no sign of preparation, standing still and adjusting the shades on his face. Paul inches closer but a second before he can get any closer we see the man on the right pick up the laptop and close it and then swing back with it and then with one almighty swing he sends the laptop crashing across the back of Paul's head sending him down to the canvas flat on his face *
James: Like i said before Paul, not smart. But before you pass out, die or whatever it is you decide to do after this i just want you to remember one thing. This never would have happened if it werent for Xander Bax. Not Michael James....Xander Bax. You stood by him all through that promo listening to him dog my name, show me disrespect and try to make a mockery of my skills as the best motherfucker in B.R.A.W.L today. So to me Paul you along with Bax showed me disrespect and i dont take kindly to that.
* James lifts up Paul by the back of his head using his hair as a grip to lift him up until having Paul leaning back on both knees with some kind of defeated gaze in his bloodshot eyes *
James: So in return i'm going to burn your fucking building to the ground. I suggest you get out before i decide to burn your ass at the stake as well.
* James drags Paul up to his feet just to send him over the top rope slamming down on the concrete floor below. After taking a minute or so to recooperate Paul gets to his feet and starts to make a run for the door while the view swings back to James showing him with a sadistic grin across his face. On the outside of the ring we see the two japanese men pouring gallons of gasoline all over the facility's floor, walls, ring, equipment until making the place nothing more than an oversized fire hazard. The scene quickly cuts to darkness and when opening back up we find ourselves outside the facility's entrance with Michael James standing only a few feet away from the entrance doors scuffling through his pockets in search of something *
James: Sergent Slaughter used to have the quote "i love the smell of napalm in the morning" so i'm guessing that some of you are expecting me to say something famaliar to that as an omage right? Wrong. Fuck Sergent Slaughter. The only person who deserves any kind of credit is me. What i did for those ungrateful assholes in the UCWX, what i did for the WWOLC in its entirety from start to finish and now i'm about to do for B.R.A.W.L. I know right now you're asking "what does arson have to do with wrestling" and im here to tell you motherfuckers, dont question me. Out of every son of a bitch on that roster i have held the most titles, i have had the longest ringtime and career experience than any of you fuckers and i'm still the fucking best. If i had a dollar for every son of a bitch who claimed to be the best i swear i could have retired at the age of fucking 22. But where are they now? They're fucking gone because they couldnt hack it anymore while i remain as the definition of the absolute best in this sport today. Where's Dante? He's retired cause he's nothing but an overweight punk unable to be the man he used to be. Why am i burning down this building? As a sign to everybody's new fucking hero Xander Bax of what is to come on January 6th. You see Bax there are times in life when even if you cant turn back time you can still go back and stood where you once did and gain back some of what you once had. But in your case thats not going to be a fucking option. You're never going to be the UCWX World Champion again, you're never going to beat me in any match of any kind and you will never again know the smell or emotion that this place once held for you.
* James starts to dig through his jacket's inside pocket and pulls out a zippo lighter and then seconds later starts to feel around his pockets for something else *
James: I'm a very honest man so when i say you're a nobody it fucking means exactly what it sounds like Bax. I think you're lower than shit. I think you dont belong here let alone throwing out shit to a former international World Champion who could make your time in B.R.A.W.L a LOT more complicated than you ever expected. I'm not impressed by you Xander, i'm not intimidated by your stupidity and on January 6th i'm going to rip your damn head off. You went from being a former King Of The Deathmatch to being nothing more than a tool for everyone around you to have their way with. Hell Bax i remember when the UCWX first opened up it was you and me who made the place as "ultraviolent" as it was. Not that walking tampon Cory Hatred, not John Zandig...the Onita Dojo UCWX. But dont get the wrong idea Bax cause just like my respect for you, the Onita Dojo is dead. What happened to the Xander that used to go in there with nothing else planned but blood and victory? You need to stop wondering about whats going to happen because you know me and when i say somethings gonna happen....it fucking happens. Trust me when i say this Xander. You are not going to win this match no matter what you do.
* James pulls a box of cigars from his side pocket and pops one out of the package and places it inbetween his teeth *
James: Heres a quick fact for you Xander. Being the underdog dosent always mean you're charismatic by any means. It only means that you're here to get paid just like the rest of us so dont try to sugar coat your bullshit to me or anyone else from now on. If you step in the ring with me the only thing thats gonna be over is your fucking career you got that? You have nothing on me and nothing but time to waste so dont put an end to it all when you are only getting started. I dont want to cripple you Bax but you know what? I will. If you really want to go that far Xander there's nothing i can say that can convince you that i wont murder you by some tragic "accident". I mean face it accidents happen and its a fucking shame when they do but in this case its more of a danger to you than it is to me dont ya think? Just like right now. This entire building behind me is in a lot more danger of being touched with this cigar than i am right? I mean look...
* James grazes his thumb over the cigar *
James: Nothing. But when you do it to your little friend's wanna-be gym...
* James flicks his cigar a few feet away as it lands on the outside entrance steps of the facility taking a few seconds to roll down the steps ith only seconds between a set of small flames starting to rise from the cigar's trail *
James: You see? It only took a matter of seconds for the effect to kick in. Its like the difference between facing me on January 6th or doing the smart thing and not showing up at all. On one hand you could end up in a wheelchair, end up having your food fed to you through a straw or on the other hand you could not show up and live another day. Its kind of a no brainer Xander but then again you never were much for brains were you? I told you a fucking week ago that i wasnt coming here to play games and what did you do? You took me for granted and now you're paying for that mistake every inch of the way. You know you cant win, your pathetic fans know you cant win so why show up Bax? To have the honor in having your ass handed to you and possibly wrestling the last match of your career? I mean shit Bax you still have a lot of shit to do in this sport and you want to put all of that at risk for an impossible chance of beating me? Damn you're stupid. I said before. Bax is no different now than when i first saw him arrive in the IHWA and to me Xander has never been anything more but something to laugh at. A tool and a piece of shit. So if you're still sitting there with your thumb up your ass wonderong why i'm able to create an untouchable character assassination on you where you have very little or nothing to say, its because the fact is i'm above you Bax. Your bragging, your confidence and all of other worthless efforts to get noticed has done nothing more but brought me closer and closer to beating you on January 6th.
* James starts to make his walk out of the scene while a massive amount of smoke is seen pushing its way through the facility's closed doors while the once small blaze on the front steps as quickly turned into an enlarged blaze creating a flicking shadow aganist the facility's entrance. The scene quickly cuts to black andthen opens back up seconds later to show James seated behind the driver side of his 2005 Jet Black Toyota Supra with a cigar gripped between his teeth as japanese metal is heard blasting on the stereo. His thoughts begin to unravel *
James: Perhaps i'll teach you something?
* He scoffs at Xander's notion *
James: Xander when we step into that ring on January 6th i am going to annihilate you let alone teach you something. You see asshole the only lesson i have ever learned when facing punks like you is that no matter who they are or what new gimmick they're pushing they still wont be good enough to measure up to me. Hard Rocker, Asylum, Trevin Sands, Whitecloud, Countdown, Jason Lovell, MinDSick, John Titan, James Idol and even you Xander. After facing every single one of you the only thing i've learned is that every single one of you cant measure up to the best in this sport today. I'm not the best because i say i am Xander. I'm the best because i fucking prove it every single time i step into a ring and walk way just another win. On Barely Legal Television this match with you isnt going to be a highlight of my career because you know what? I've beaten you before. I've beaten you more than once Bax so to me this is nothing more than closing the last chapter in the book of James vs Bax. James wins, you lose. End of story. Sure i'll be teaching you a lot of things at Barely Legal Television but the fact that remains is no matter how much education i've beaten into you throughout the years you still dont fucking get it. You hide behind your reign as the UCWX World Champion because you know that i was not eligible for that belt and therefore wanted nothing to do with it. But you know what Bax this isnt the UCWX. This is B.R.A.W.L and i CAN fight for the world title if i so please and thats where you fall short of any source of weaponry going into this match on January 6th.
* James takes a drag from the cigar and quickly allows the smoke to slowly flow from his nostrils *
James: Lets be realistic here Xander. You can talk shit, fail to back it up, come back with the same exact shit thinking its going to help and then end up looking like a complete jackass in front of everyone. I wouldnt exactly call that a spirit of competition but you do what you have to do. Me? I have to become the B.R.A.W.L World Champion and add it to my already extensive list of titles earned throughout my career. Not because its what the fans are expecting but because its what i expect out of myself. I expect to be the best out of every single son of a bitch standing in my way and so far ive done that without any problems. You Bax? You've had your fair share of problems you dont like to admit to. Like losing the UCWX World Title to Whitecloud out of all people. Or losing the Ultraviolent Deathmatch Title to Johnny Blade in the WWOLC. Thats right Bax i remember....i remember it all. How about me Bax? Who can you say ive lost to? Thats right asshole you cant think of one damn loss connected to me because the truth is i dont lose. When people talk about you Bax the only word that ive heard come around is boring. Shit talker, has been and all around wanna be. Thats Xander Bax. Not this mirage you have of being the all around best. Thats just a dream thats not going to come true so i suggest you come back down to reality before your own illusions get the best of you. What is there really left of you to notice? People are tired of you Xander and most of all i'm tired of you.
* James switches a cd on his stereo's 6 cd holder and when it comes back on it starts the first track from Slayer's Divine Intervention cd *
James: Keep talking shit Bax. Stay distracted. I like you so much better when you're paranoid.
* A cell phone in the passenger seat begins to ring as James reaches over and turns the phone onto speaker *
James: Yea?
Voice: Mr. James?
James: Who the fuck is this?
Voice: Its Alex Stone. You remember the email i sent you about your scheduled interview set up by Trenton Biggs?
James: Oh yea....what do you need?
Stone: Well i wanted to set an appointment for the interview to take place. You know i happen to big somewhat of a Michael James fan myself...
James: Is that right?
Stone: Sure is.
James: Well join the fucking list limpdick.
Stone: Excuse me?
James: Just get to the point Stone when do you want to meet?
Stone: How does the tuesday after Christmas sound?
James: I'll let you know.
* James ends the call without giving Stone any more notice and goes back to his music while taking another drag from the cigar *
James: Fucking vulture. Who the fuck is this Biggs asshole anyway? No matter. The only thing i'll have to make clear to him is i only work around one schedule and thats my own. No management bitch is gonna tell me what to do. I dont give a fuck who he is. Who do they think i am? Xander Bax?
* James lets out a slight chuckle while thinking back to something Xander said in his character development promo posted a few weeks back *
"I�m sure you have other guys on the roster who are "worthy" of your attention and you�ll have your hands full with them"
James: Tell me something Bax just who the fuck were you referring to? LJ Black? The guy is nothing more than a fucking shadow when compared to me. Xavier Priest? That little son of a bitch has yet to even do anything worthwhile so just what the fuck concern is he of mine? Johnny Vain? Please. That oversized son of a bitch couldnt hack it in the HFW so he sure as hell dosent want any piece of Michael James. Once again Xander we have another example of you talking with your head shoved way too far up your ass and not back here on earth with the rest of us. Facts are facts Xander and the truth is no one on that roster can even begin to understand what its like to walk in the shoes of Michael James let alone hold the record as best asset on the entire B.R.A.W.L roster. There is no order in this promotion and thats exactly the way i like it. The only thing that matters here is going out for the match...winning....and then being lucky enough to get invited back. Winning. Now thats one thing that dosent come as easily to you as it does to me. Also one thing you wont be doing on January 6th.
"I did not come here to sugarcoat what it is that I want to do to each and every motherfucker out there that thinks they could own anyone on the B.R.A.W.L roster"
James: Is that right? Well then Bax it looks like your pathetic wish came true because that motherfucker you're referring to? Its me. Ethan Daniels? I'd break him in two and then shove old glory straight up his patriotic ass. Cory Hatred? I kicked his ass more than one time in the WWOLC and i'm more than willing to do it again. Robert Vien? Stupid bastard needs to give up this act he has of trying to be a professional wrestler and go back to cleaning toliets at the local mcdonalds. Fuck every name on the B.R.A.W.L roster because to me no one in this promotion today will ever have what it takes to stand toe to toe with Michael fucking James. So what are you gonna do Bax? Ask some of your inbred yokel fans for support? Train as hard as you can and bring your "a game"?
* James takes another drag from the cigar *
James: I've heard it all Bax and you know what happened to them? They fucking lost to me. They brought everything they could muster and still went down like a ton of bricks because in the end their best wasnt good enough. Just like you Xander. You want to grant this sport a level of respect by heading into this match with a positive outlook instead of the idea of beating me to death and thats where you fucked up. Unlike you i'm not heading into this match with any type of respect or admiration for you or what you can do in the ring. I'm going to Barely Legal TV with one thing in mind and thats to beat you within an inch of your life, walk out with the win and move on towards the B.R.A.W.L World Title. Also unlike you Xander i can take claim on a title as important as the B.R.A.W.L World Title because people look at me and they can see me taking that title and making it my own. They cant see you as the first B.R.A.W.L World Champion so you might as well forget those dreams right here and now Xander.
* James cuts to track 6 on the cd *
James: The simple truth Bax is that you're a damn fool and theres nothing you'll ever be able to do to change that. I know you're a moron, the entire promotion knows that you're a moron so i just dont see why you refuse to live with it. You're limited as hell and not worth my fucking time. I'm not gonna do what every other person has been doing with their promos talking about "i'm gonna do my best" and "never underestimate an opponent" because all that is nothing more than false hope for fools. To make it here you have to know exactly where you stand in the eyes of your opponent and franky I know that I scare the living hell out of any guy who is forced to face me. Guys like Robert Vien, Death Roades, Raney and Cory Hatred said they wouldnt want to face me and I dont blame them. They have seen what has happened to the proud when they try to oppose me and dont want any part of it.
* James takes another drag from his cigar and instead of instantly exhaling he holds it in *
James: You're like all the others i've faced and beaten before Xander. Just like you they talk their shit...lose...and then come to me wanting some advice or wanting some backup and thats cool with me. I'll kick anyone's ass any day of the week no matter who it is. But you know what Bax? No one gives a crap who you are or where you came from. All they want to know is if you can bring it and the answer to that question is simple Bane. No, you cant bring it. You can bring a hell out of a lot of childish rants and pointless bullshit but when it comes down to it you really are a few fries short of a happy meal. You sucked when you were in the UCWX and you still suck today so throughout all of your progression i still find it amusing that you have amounted to nothing after all the smoke cleared. I suggest you sit back, shut the fuck up and learn from the professional in this match before it becomes your last. Its like having a genie Bax. You get limited chances to make your spot in this match and you've already spent your first shot talking about nothing but shit so the odds are you wont be pulling any miracle promos out of your ass.
* Gripping the cigar between his teeth James turns to the camera and prepares to speak *
James: Bax....mark my fucking words when i tell you that this match is mine and theres nothing you can do about it.
* James muffels the view of the scene with the palm of his hand and the scene cuts to static *