James: Did you not hear me say get lost?
Fan: Yes I did but you didnt sign--
James: So why are you still in my face?
Fan: I dont know I--
James: So go be stupid and useless at the BACK of the line. Got it?
* The young fan turns away from James and walks into the crowd empty handed *
Campos: Damn James that kid couldnt have been more than 10 years old...
James: Exactly and that means he isnt old enough to own a checking account therefore what good is he to me?
Campos: You always have to be an asshole dont you?
James: Oh is that what you want Sammy? Ok well check this out.
* We see another young fan approach the table *
James: And what is your disability?
Fan: Um I dont have one--
James: Then consider yourself blessed and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!
* The fan quickly turns around running away from the table *
Campos: What the hell was that?
James: I blessed him didnt I?
Richards: I'm gonna have to remember that one...
* James' cell phone suddendly begins to ring as he picks it up and grows a smile on his face, nudging Campos as he tells Sam he's going for a quick break *
Campos: What are you kiddin' me? You cant just leave...
* James reaches to the floor and then picks something off the floor, placing it on the table as it reveals to be a sign that says "Be Right Back" as he gets up from his seat and cuts through a back area away from the fans as he makes his way down a narrow hallway until leading himself to a door that leads to a staircase outside of the building. James steps through the door and leans up aganist the wall, pulling out a wooden box from the inside of his jacket filled to the top with canadian marijuana on one side and his brass hitter on the other. James digs the hitter deep into the marijuana and places the hitter to his mouth taking a deep hit of it as he releases the smoke from his mouth and grows a satisfied smile on his face. *
James: These fans are vultures I swear to god. All they want is to come crawling up to me one by one wanting me to scribble something on a piece of paper or some worthless scrapbook thats just gonna get flushed anyway. I mean whats the point? They pay $30 to get through a weak ass gate and then another $20 to visit each table where they only get a few seconds to see me and thats depending on if i'm on a smoke break or if I just plain dont wanna be there. I mean do these fans really think that we take this autograph bullshit seriously? Half the time I dont even write my name i'll write something like go fuck yourself, kiss my ass or get a life you fucking mark and these idiot fans dont even bother to look until they wanna impress somebody with a damn signature. So thats where this thing pays off for me is to see the stupid, disappointed look on their face to see that they got nothing but another insult in their pathetic efforts to be noticed. A lot of people say "but the fans made this business" and I think thats just another crock of shit told by some weak useless prick to try to bring in financial gain. The fans made this business? Thats a fucking laugh. You see men like me...men like Giant Baba, Antonio Inoki, Terry Funk, Fujinami, Guerreo...we made this business and not a bunch of freeloading pigs. These stupid fans arent the ones coming out to the ring night after night putting their lives at risk for the sake of doing what they wanna do and not because they want to impress any of these spineless fans. I didnt break Jason Valley's neck because the I thought the fans would like it I broke his neck because I thought it would be funny and it sure as hell was. When people ask if I could give anything back to my fans what would it be? Nothing! I'd give them jack shit because thats exactly what they are to me. Fuck the fans and fuck what they think. They arent Michael James is and thats what matters. Just like guys like David Griffin and the Hurricane making some big fucking deal out of a title apart of a promotion that isnt even around anymore. The truth is plain and simple and that truth is that the oWo does not fucking matter anymore. Who cares who held the world title last or held it at all for that matter? No one except a couple of dipshit losers like Hurricane and David Griffin.
* James digs his hitter back into the stuffed side of his box, pulling it out as he places the hitter to his mouth and lights it as he takes the hit in less than a second. James leans back his head and closes his eyes exhaling the smoke from his mouth as he lets out a slight cough while growing a smile on his face *
James: Just a few days ago at Curse the HFW fans saw just exactly how i feel about the "Feared Storm" when i cost him his match aganist John Mobes after taking a solid stick of singapore and cracking him upside the head with it. Hurricane aint shit is neither is any of the shit he likes to spit out every now and then most of time being nothing more than some half assed speech about how he held the oWo title under one reign back in 2002 or whenever the hell it was. But tell me something Hurricane. We have guys like Andru Mace, Scott Frost, Double B and myself who have held the HFW World Title more than a few times, a title that actually holds some current signifigance and yet you dont see us using that as the plot of every promo do you? You know why Hurricane? Because unlike you we have the ability to move on to bigger and better things because men like us are all about advancement and progression. As time goes by we bust our asses to stay at the top of our game by bringing in new angles, introducing new ideas and unlike you moving on to another shot at being the best there is to offer. You think any of us would be the legends that we are if we sat around moaning and bitching about a title we lost almost 3 years ago? Fuck no. Thats why we're the elite and you're a piece of shit Hurricane. As much as i hate giving anyone from L.O.W any credit whatsoever the fact does remian that Andru Mace and Scott Frost have done their time here and spent it well. You? You've done nothing more but wasted the time of both yourself and the entire promotion of HFW for what? A few minutes to brag about the oWo? To brag about being a champion of a place that ran out after a mere six months? Gimme a fucking break.
* James digs his hitter back into the moosh of marijuana and packs it as deep as he can and brings it back to his mouth. James lights it taking the entire hit with one effort as he blows the smoke out from his mouth and nostrils and then places the box back into the side pocket of his jacket *
James: My suggestion to you is this Hurricane. You need to forget about the oWo world title, forget about David Griffin, forget about what you did years ago because on the next edition of Showdown you're gonna be facing me with nothing more at stake but ego, pride and your physical ability to be able to use both legs after the final bell rings. You know, i know....hell the entire HFW has known since day one that you're no match for someone that performs at my level of competition but now comes the time that it will all be put to rest when you step toe to toe with the man who made the word Hardkore in Hardkore Fanatics Wrestling fucking mean something. You'll be facing the man who brought the blood, bitches and barbed wire before anyone like you, Mace, Frost or anyone else even knew that the HFW exsisted. You need to forget about the past and start worrying about what you have laid in front of you. Not a match aganist David Griffin over a fucking bitch fight over the oWo title. A match aganist Michael FUCKING James where anything i want is possible which isnt such a good thing for you Hurricane. You think L.O.W is gonna save your ass after you embarassed them at Curse by losing to John Mobes? Hell no. Right now i think your membership in the L.O.W is at serious question and your match with me just might be the decision breaker. Whether you lose, have to be dragged out on a gurney or my personal favorite...die...you can bet your ass that the Legion Of Wussy will have nothing to do with you now or anytime soon Hurricane. You're a fucking loser. You whine too much and you're stuck on some fucked up idea that being the oWo champion years ago is going to be the base of your victories. Well wake up asshole because you arent winning a fucking thing anymore. I predicted you losing at Curse and BAM who lost aganist John Mobes? Was it Mr Showtime? Noooo. Was it David Griffin? Nah-uh. It was you. I predicted your failure just as i'm predicting your unavoidable loss to me at Showdown.
* The scene changes as we James in the dining hall of the hotel, looking around the massive sized conference center to what appears to be a ballroom. Diamond chandliers, sterling silver china, antique dining tables with wool cloths and an oak bar with an entire inventory of beers and liquors to choose from. We see James appraoch the bar lighting a cigar gripped between his teeth as he orders himself a shot of saki and pays the man with a stack of bills and tells him to keep the change. James downs the saki and slams down the shot glass as he shakes off the taste and takes a seat nearby, watching a team of wedding planners coming into the hall looking to be planning some kind of ceremony as James just smiles and takes a drag from his cigar *
James: Fuck the oWo. Fuck the oWo world title. You know why Hurricane? Because just like everything else you seem to hold dear the oWo is nothing more but a forgotten memory that no one really cared too much about is the first place. Men like Adam Kyle that came along, shot their shit and then lost to me. Men like Ryan Delashaw, Skully Jesus, Heretic, Warlock and you Hurricane. The only thing you all have in common is all having losses to Michael James and much like you'll be after facing me Hurricane, all those pricks are nothing more but fucking ancient history because of me. Andru Mace can brag about guys like Hardcore Hammond, John Ferguson and the rest but no one he has taken out can compare to the list i have in my victim list. I beat your ass a hundred times before Hurricane so what do you really think is going to happen this time? You're going to lose. We all know you'll just cut your usual promo about the oWo, Vampira and how "talented" you are so why dont i just save you the time? Here's a basic Hurricane promo. "I was the oWo champion once, i retired Vampira, i am the feared storm, please accept me and buy my bullshit". There it is kid. I swear to god Hurricane if you even think about trying to defeat me by bragging about the oWo the only option i'm going to have left is after beating you at Showdown will be to shove the oWo world title so far down your throat it turns your shit into leather. I know. Why dont you invite your entire family down to see me beat your ass at Showdown? You can have them only feet away from you sitting in the front row cheering for their soon to be crippled dipshit father as he tries to play hero. You're no hero Hurricane. To the mentally challenged and borderline retarded i would say yes but in the eyes of those who actually know whats going on...you're just a damn joke.
* James reaches under his chair and shows the camera a "Feared Storm- L.O.W" t-shirt. James pops open his zippo lighter and lights the shirt on fire and then drops tosses it a few feet away from the camera crew bar as the bartender quickly puts it out in a panic *
James: Legion Of Warriors....
* James scoffs *
James: The only thing solid about Mace, Frost, Vain and Hurricane is they all dont have a clue between each other. Its like one is the village idiot, the other talks to dirt and the third one thinks he's stuck in some damn remake of a homosexually frustrated super hero.
* We hear laughter coming from the bartender who was secretly listening in on the promo *
James: The Feared Storm. Are you really standing by that name after everything we've seen you do...or lack there of?
* James stretches out his arm showing a PSP made for not only playing games but also playing video. James presses a button on the side and the sound of a audio slapstick comedy compilation plays showing random clips of Hurricane put together showing him losing at Curse after getting cracked upside the head with the kendo stick, losing to James on an episode of Assault and Battery, a clip of him getting kicked in the nuts by Vampira, getting hit with a chair shot by Death Roades, getting slammed into a steel post by Andru Mace and then ending the clips with a picture of Hurricane upon graduating college *
* James exhales a large amount of smoke and ashes his cigar on a nearby ashtray *
James: No one fears you Hurricane. No one respects you and no one gives a damn about the shit you say. About the oWo, about being a head figure in the L.O.W or basically about anything you think makes any difference now or for years to come. You think since you've been here so long that it makes you a veteran of sorts like myself, Joe Max, Snicka, Tomik and the rest but im here to tell you that you are a far ways from being anywhere close to the level where we compete and honestly i dont think we will ever see you get there. Why? Well its simple. To advance you need talent and frankly Hurricane, you dont have any. When Mace wants to impress someone he dosent talk about the "Feared Storm". He talks about me. He talks about beating Michael James like some kind of fucking medal over every other opponent he's faced before. Now why do you suppose that is?
* James gives a sarcastic smirk *
James: Because when talking about the HFW the only name that means anything is Michael James. Even after all the shit i've pulled, all the times i've walked out and left this comapany for dead they are still calling for more of what i have to offer. I'm the guy they love to hate and you're the guy they love to see lose to me.
* James pulls an autographed photo of Bret Hart from his back pocket and holds it for the viewers to see. The shot pans in on a text written by Hart that reads something unintelligable except for the name the picture is titled to revealing the name "Norman" *
James: Bret Hart.
* James scoffs *
James: The biggest pussy to ever make a mark in the history of professional wrestling. But i can see why you like this guy so much Hurricane. I mean you are both known to lose matches on more than a few occasions, you are both known for being full of shit and out of all you are both known to whine, cry and beg in order to get some kind of attention. But one thing that Hart has over you Hurricane is simple. Hart dosent have to face me in an upcoming match on Showdown now does he? Granted if he did i'd have no problem with it because i've wanted to spike the nail into his coffin for a long time now but either way you're the one facing me, not him. Why dont you just be like your buddy Bret and retire before that fateful day comes around? He knew that his time was done and that no one wanted him around anymore so he left. Why cant you do that Hurricane? Why cant you admit defeat and just walk away never to be seen again? Pride? Ego? Nah. In your case its nothing more but pure stupidity and pathetic hope.
* James downs another shot before continuing *
James: "The best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be."
* James rolls his eyes and scoffs *
James: That quote sure turned to shit in a hurry didnt it Bret?
* James stands up and takes the photo in one hand reaching around to his backside and shoves his hand down the back of his pants and wipes his ass with the picture. James pulls back out and tosses the picture into a nearby waste basket before sitting back down *
James: Your big problem throughout your entire time in HFW has always been focus Hurricane. Anytime you have a task at hand you always manage to get side tracked and defeated in the end so this time i hope you can see exactly whats in front of you. I dont want to do anything in this match but embarass and humilate you to the point of your self appointed retirement from the HFW once and for all. You didnt get screwed at Curse you asshole. You screwed yourself just like Bret Hart did so many years ago. The big difference between men like Bret and men like myself isnt brain surgery or rocket science. Its a question of guts, tolerance, ambition and talent which have nothing to do with anything you or Bret Hart have ever done or will do. Name me one man you've won with a tap out Hurricane. Just one. Can you do it? No i didnt think so. My problem in all of this is making a decision of whether to take my time with you and let you come to a point of near death or just end it quickly to save you the agony. Either way you're guaranteed to lose so it dosent really make that much of a difference.
* After reaching inside of his jacket James pulls out another photograph as he drops it onthe table revealing it to be a polaroid of Hurricane's son Nathan *
James: Your kid is one ugly son of a bitch you know that? He reminds me of that zombie infant from Dead Alive. I swaer if i was in the room when that little shit was born i wouldnt know whether to drop him into a blender or him him with a frying pan but thank god its your mistake and not mine. Do you just breed stupid and ugly or what? You make it way too easy sometimes Hurricane but then again you're not dealing with any average opponent this time are you? You want payback for what i did to you at Curse? Then i suggest you go backstage and take a look at Mason Briggs' face and tell me if he looked better before or after i scolded his fucking face with my cigar. Not that i have anything aganist Mason. He's not some piece of L.O.W shit and he's not a walking strap on like Hurricane. He was just in the wrong place aganist the wrong person and therefore i did what i had to do. But whats going down at Showdown wont be anything like what i did to Briggs so dont get your hopes up yet Hurricane. Its kinda like after you fucked that horse you call a wife and had all these hopes and dreams of having a beautiful son but in the end you would have been better off getting an abortion.
* James places the photo in the ashtray and snuffs out his cigar into the photo melting away the film paper from the heat of the cigar *
James: Despite everything Hurricane i encourage you to bring everything you have in you to Showdown. Not in a matter of respect but in a matter of having something extra to shove down your throat just in case you have anything saved up. You never know with a guy like the "Feared" Storm. I still cant understand where you got that name from because you sure as hell havent livd up to its meaning. You can take that oWo title and stick it up your ass Hurricane. No one gives a flying fuck who was the champion so find a new gimmick you tired son of a bitch. You want revenge? You're not going to get it going up aganist me kid and its not a fucking mystery why that is. I am going to destroy you Hurricane and there isnt a fucking thing that the L.O.W can do to prevent it. You can expect it all. Barbed wire, third degree burns, flourescent glass, fireworks and most of all...blood. Fuck the legacy of the Hart family. Fuck everything you have ever done to get where you are now because come Showdown, it dies along with the name "Feared Storm".
* James gets up from his seat and exits the scene as the view zooms in on the ashtray showing the upper half of the picture completely burnt out from the cigar and the scene quickly cuts to static *