* Scene opens with an all too famaliar setting giving the viewers an inside look at an entrance leading from the arena floor where Curse was held just a few hours ago. Quickly panning past a collection of hallways we find the scene opening up inside the personal dressing room of a man who has seemed to be a thorn in the Feared Storm's side as of late with no apparent reason. The aroma of cigar smoke begins to fills the room's air meaning only one thing. Either George Burns is back from Hell or Michael James is stalking somewhere nearby. Lucky for us its only Michael James who is seated across the room which is designed like that of an expensive hotel room. A variety of leather furniture pieces lining the walls, a mini bar placed in the corner of the room, a oak desk placed towards the back of the room where we find James seated behind. After the smoke blocking our view from seeing him clears the view zooms in closer to see James with an overconfident smirk on his face. James leans back in his chair with the ciggar gripped between his teeth, sporting his trademark shades while wearing a black t shirt that reveals a HCN logo across the front. James takes the cigar from his mouth and places it on a silver ashtray placed a few inches away. *
James: I bet you've never seen a dressing room quite like this huh? Truth be told i dont think anyone in the HFW would be able to have half the class that i do or afford one third of the things i take for granted. Its like that moron Hurricane once again turning his back on me just to get cracked upside his head for the second night in a row. Thats two strikes aganist you Hurricane and what do you think is gonna happen at Showdown? Strike three asshole.
* James reaches down and starts to pull something up from off the ground as he reaches up with his hand gripping the handle of the same kendo stick he used on Huriicane not once but twice in less than a 48 hour period *
James: I told you a fucking week ago that i wasnt coming back here to play games and what did you do? You took me for granted and now you're paying for that mistake. I hope when you go to the clinic tonight and have those gashes looked at you take that time to think about just what the fuck you've gotten yourself into. You might be stupid but i know you arent blind. Were you just not there at the end of Curse when the L.O.W got punked out by Joe Max and the rest of the HCN? You were there. You saw it and you ran away just like the rest of those pussies making up whats left of the L.O.W so dont try to feed me any more bullshit kid. I told all of you a week ago that the L.O.W was in some deep shit and now its clear as fucking day what i was referring to. Andru Mace is one thing. Scott Frost is another. But how much can those two assholes really do aganist the force with the likes of Michael James, Joe Max, Double B, Scythe, Hellfire and Erik Carbonneau? Not much. But i dont care about them because im not facing any of them in a week. Im facing you so i know what you plan to do Hurricane. You're out classed, out numbered and out of place no matter how you look at it. Sure that asshole Mace will be there so automatically you assume he's going to pull a screw job in your favor but do keep one thing in mind. Money talks and Andru Mace is very fond of money. A lot more fond than he is of you i would assume seeing how you did nothing more but make a fool out of yourself and the L.O.W at Halloween Curse. Then again it is you so what else should be have expected?
* A knock is heard on the door and James calls for them to come in and as the door opens it reveals to be one of the HFW video producers. The man comes in and hands James a video cassette labeled "HC-VI" as James places the tape in one of his desk drawers and hands the man a conceled envelope. The man takes the envelope and exits the room closing the door behind him as James opens the drawer up and takes the tape turning to his left to face a television set. James pops the tape into a vcr placed underneath the televison while using the remote to turn to the right channel *
James: But speaking of expectations Hurricane one thing i would really like for you to clear up is this thing that you claim that i continue to go on and on about. Because throughout every promo i've written thus far there has been no kind of pin point subject to go on and on about because basically there so many things and you do and so many lies you blow out of your ass its practically impossible to stick to one main subject. But lying to a child? Hurricane you can make up as many dates, matches and imaginary history all you want because fact is you didnt face me in 2001. In 2001 i was on leave from the HFW working in ECWA and PWX so just how in the hell did you win a match aganist me when i wasnt even there? Tell you what. You show me this match on this date you're trying to claim because speaking from truth we both know it didnt happen. Hell kid you could say i beat so and so on July 8th 2001, 2002, 2003 or 2004 and who the fuck would know the difference or let alone care? No. Lets not live in the past. Lets deal with whats going on right now and thats Michael James giving you the beating of your life on the next edition of Showdown. See thats what i was talking about when i said you have a problem with focus. Its not 2001, this isnt the oWo and you arent going to find a way out of this one. Unlike you i dont go on and on about the same thing everytime because unlike you i have a lot more to worry about than going on and on about a batch of half assed victories in a place that no one gives two shits about. You know what you should do? Go look in the mirror, turn to each side and get a good glance on the damage i did on you between the course of two days. Take a look at what your constant bullshit and insipid banter has cost you. Its cost you the chance of walking into this match 100% but most of all its given me an advantage point that not even God could ignore.
* James fast forwards the tape until coming to the match between John Mobes and Hurricane. James watches it play until coming to the part of James appearing with a kendo stick in hand and pauses it right on the clip of James smacking Hurricane upside the head with the kendo stick *
James: Always next year you say? Isnt that what you said the last time the Rage tournament was held? Whose to say that HFW will even be around next year? I mean think of it like this. Ever since Dex was put in charge the HFW has had its moments where it ran for a good 4 or 5 months but then just dropped dead overnight from the lack of leadership and activity that is required to keep this place in business. How many times has Dex gotten everyone's hopes up just to let them down and allow HFW to fall through the cracks? More than a few i'd say. The big relative with places like HFW, NWF, oWo and the rest is not one of them have managed to stay in business for more than a period of six months. When Jose ran the HFW it ran smoothly until the point of Jose going nuts and handing the company over to Jason Dex. So Hurricane im afraid you cant rely on your hopes of winning next year just as you wont be able to rely on your past in the oWo to help you when we face off at on Showdown. But what about my challenge? Is the little rookie bitch too scared to back up his claims? I think so. Thats why you're nothing more than a used up piece of shit Hurricane. You can blow a bunch of shit about being the oWo champion out of your ass until you bore us all to tears but the second someone calls you out to claim that imaginary ego for some reason you ALWAYS fall short of the things you claim to be. Just like you fell short to beating John Mobes in the Rage tournament, just like you failed to win Vampira's acceptance as anything more than a geek hiding behind a computer and just as you're gonna let all of your so called "fans" down at Showdown when you lose to Michael James.
* James picks up his cigar from the ashtary and takes another drag slowly exhaling the smoke through his nostrils *
James: Denial. Its a motherfucker aint it Hurricane? I mean you should know ever since day one your career has consisted of nothing more than a bunch of stacked losses one after the other followed by a long list of denial over the things you try to claim to your own name. Like this picture....
* James pulls the picture from Hurricane's senior year in college out *
James: Why deny who you are? I mean whats the point? Its obvious you dont look like this now but im sure there had to be a point where you put down the dungeon and dragons playset, took your thumb out of your mouth and realized that a serious change was in order. So you were a nerd in college. Who cares? Skully was not only a closet case homosexual but also born with a brain disfuction and did the fans hold that aganist him? Who cares? Possibly. The point is he didnt hide it from anyone. Granted much like you he did get his ass handed to him on a regular basis but unlike you Hurricane, Skully would live with what he was. You? You just seem to be living in denial of what you once were and im here to tell you its not healthy. It hasnt won you any friends or made your career any better so why live like that? You try and try and try to have people like me, Joe Max, Double B and others take you seriously but the fact is no one is ever going to take you seriously or respect you if you cant live with what you are. Myself? I'm an asshole. I'm the biggest prick you'll ever meet and im happy with that. But have i ever denied who i am? Not once. Just like i live with the fact that i'm an asshole you should just live with the fact that you're a geek. You've always been a geek and thats what you are. Deal with it. Lord knows the rest of us have had to put up with it ever since you came to the HFW after seeing Helm's transformation during the promotion wars in the WWE. Shane Helms finds a gimmick as some half assed super hero and the next day your stupid ass arrives with the same fucking gimmick. The WWE makes some fucked effort to bring back the N.W.O and what do you do? You start up some childish N.W.O angle for the HFW. Coinsidence? You wish Hurricane. Whats next? Are you gonna start a "Hurri-Lock Challenge" or get an afro and start talking like Carlito? Gimme a damn break.
* James pounds his fist into a desk underneath popping out a switchblade knife that he catches in mid air. James presses the button to pop out the blade and then tosses the knife clear across the room as the knife lands directly on a poster of the Hurricane jamming the blade directly into the middle of his chest *
James: I talk about the oWo title like its a piece of shit?
* James lets out a slight snicker *
James: Make no mistake about it Hurrishame the oWo title IS a piece of shit. What part of oWo being DEAD do you not understand? The fucking promotion was a damn flop. It had a run under six months and then disappeared like a fucking fart in the wind and here you are losing any points you could possibly have aganist me in order to defend the dead and buried oWo. You know why you liked the oWo so much? Because the oWo is the only place you've ever been where people didnt look at you as some lowly piece of dog shit. The oWo is the only place where you could manage to ever win any matches let alone a world title and here you are fucking 3 years after its demise still pushing the same bullshit. The oWo isnt tradition you twit. In order to have tradition you have to have that thing called a fan based following and sadly to say Hurricane you are the ONLY fan of any of those pathetic promotions. NWF?
Give me a fucking break. Did that shithole even get past one event? How can you even compare those places to the HFW? You see HFW has a sense of tradition as much as youd like to group it in the same category as those other shit promotions, the HFW is nothing like the oWo or NWF. The HFW began in 2000 and here we are six years later and people are still calling and asking for more and more HFW where no one alive besides you have a moments thought about the oWo or NWF. The HFW title has been passed down through men like Death Roades, Crash, Triple H, Double B, Assassain, Joe Max, Scott Frost, Andru Mace and others where the oWo and NWF titles were nothing more than straps with no signifigance. No meaning and no history therefore they have nothing to do with tradition. You've spent too much fucking time watching the WWE and trying to turn the HFW into some half assed version of how you think this place should be ran. Fuck the WWE and every single WWE mark out there.
* James gets up from his seat taking his cigar with him and guides us out of the room and into the hallway of the arena where Halloween Curse was filmed just hours ago. James makes his way further down the hallway until stopping one of the janitors *
James: Hey...
Janitor: Name's Jim....
James: Who cares? You seen Hurricane?
Jim: Who?
James:You know Hurricane...the "Feared Storm"....
Jim: Kinda stupid looking guy?
James: This is HFW man that dosent really narrow it down...
Jim: Was he carryin' around some kinda suitcase---
James: Thats him.
Jim: He aint in his dressin' room but its unlocked in case you wanna leave him a note or somethin'.
James: Where was his room located?
Jim: 'Round the corner....it'll say his name on the door.
James: Thanks Leroy.
Jim: Its Jim...
James: Yeah whatever.
* James guides us around the corner and down a few doors until coming to a door that reads "The Feared Storm" as he easily makes his way into the room finding it to be vacant except for all of Hurricane's wrestling gear which is scattered throughout the room. James spots a case of some kind placed in the corner *
James: Here we are...
* James walks to the case just to find a lock placed on the handle *
James: Well damn. Looks like i'll have to improvise...
* James starts to dig inside his jacket as he pulls out a small sledgehammer and looks at it with a sarcastic smirk. James then brings the sledge down on the lock busting it apart upon impact giving him access to the case. James opens the case and folds back a felt cover revealing the inside contents to be the oWo World Title belt with Hurricane's name engraved below the face plate. James takes the title from the case and stands back up looking deep into the plate as it shines back in his face *
James: I remember the first time i won this piece of shit. It was aganist that here today gone forever son of a bitch Ryan Delashaw. Now Hurricane im sure that seeing where your talent stems from you might consider Delashaw a half decent wrestler but when he was put up aganist me it was nothing more than choosing when to put him out of his misery and chalk up yet another world title to my resume. Two time HFW World Champion, OEW World Champion, WWOI World Champion, PXW World Champion, GIWF World Champion. The list goes on and on but the point is that the oWo title wasnt really what you would call an accomplishment rather than it was just something to do to kill some time. But thats what i find so funny Hurricane. What i consider shit you value as hidden fucking treasure. Hell kid i wouldnt be surprised to find out that you were secretly hanging in the sewers where my pipes drain just so you could get a big wiff of some good ol' championship feces. I mean you never know how far the desperate will go Hurricane. Maybe desperation is the only chance you have when compared to me. Maybe you're so willing to make an ass out of yourself you'd be better off doing that for a living rather than having your teeth rearranged on a monthly basis. There's tons of shit for you to do Hurricane. You could be a gay circus clown who only knows how to end his sentences with an exclamation mark. Or one of those singing telegram messengers that do nothing more but make a living out of annoying people to death. I mean you've already bored me and more than half of the HFW roster with your constant references to the oWo so why the fuck not? You obviously arent getting anywhere with your "talent" as a wrestler so why not use it for a greater good?
* James looks ahead to see a poster of Bret Hart hanging above Hurricane's wrestling gear and grows a smile on his face. James grabs the poster from the wall and uses the poster as a rag to blow his nose blowing a massive amount of snot and flem into the poster before crumpling it up and tossing it aside *
James: Face it. You arent cut out to be a wrestler Hurricane. Some people cant whistle, some people cant snap their fingers. You? You cant wrestle or win any matches so why the fuck do you even bother?
* James ashes his cigar onto Hurricane's gear *
James: "The fans who come to us fight"?
* James cocks his head to the side with a look of confusion *
James: Tell me something Hurricane just what the fuck were you thinking when you spouted that line out? I've never had any fans "come me see to fight" so you might want to take a few months off and spend more time learning some proper fucking grammar. I know you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer but for the love of god can you at least try to make sense? I know its really asking you to go beyind your limits but if you want to stand any chance in surviving aganist me at Showdown you're gonna have to really hit the books. You're going to lose no matter what kind of game plan you come in with so dont think i'm encouraging you to do something you cant. I'm a rotten motherfucker but i perfer to do my work out in the open for everyone to see instead of hiding away or behind some promotion that dosent mean shit today. The oWo was in no way a source of competition so for you to compare the oWo and NWF to the likes of the NWA and ECW is doing nothing but showing further proof of how much of a damn fool you really are. Dont tell Hurricane this but the WCW and NWA...yeah...same fucking company! I swear to god Hurricane sometimes i really do wonder if Jose made a mistake by bringing a retard into the HFW. You know what Hurricane? I just figured out your role in the HFW. You are to the HFW what Eugene is to the WWE. I mean you're the one who's in buttfuck love with the WWE so how could i have been so blind? Both mentally challenged, both pathetic in the ring and both unable to be taken seriously. Only one difference. Eugene is fucking acting while Hurricane is living the shit. Talk about pathetic.
* James drops the oWo title belt on the floor while taking another drag from his cigar. James reaches inside his jacket and pulls out his trademark flash unscrewing the top and taking a few good chugs before pulling it away and thinking back to something Hurricane stated in his last promo *
everyone knows i�m just as good as everyone
James: Just as good as everyone? Yeaaaa i'm gonna have to disagree with you on that one. Because i know for sure that i could go around the HFW dressing room at any moment and take a poll of how many guys back there think you're just as good as they are and my bet is not a damn one of them will agree with you. To be as good as everyone you'd have to be good in the first place so i hate to break it to you kid but you're shit out of luck in that department. Does everyone know how much of a brainless twit that you are? I'm gonna say yes. Does everyone know how much you enjoy making a complete ass out of yourself? Chances point to yes with that also. You really think Andru Mace is going to admit to your level of competition being on the same as his? What about Scott Frost? I didnt think so. Just face facts Hurricane because the sooner you deal with the reality of the situation the easier it will be when you lose to me on Showdown. Dex wants to try and push my buttons by tossing Andru Mace in as a guest referee? Thats cool with me. Something tells me that our buddy Mace will have a lot more to worry about come Showdown than helping you get a win after the mockery you made of the L.O.W at Halloween Curse. With Joe Max, Double B, Scythe, Hellfire and the rest of Hell's Corner backing me up i dont think Mace will serve as much of a problem.
* James turns away from the camera's view as the sound of his zipper going down is heard showing the backside of James looking down at the oWo World title which lays a few inches from his feet. A second later the sound of trickling on the floor is heard revealing it to be James' urinating on the oWo World Title belt while letting out a sigh of relief. After covering the title in urine James zips his pants back up and turns away from the area and makes his exit from Hurricane's dressing room with a sadistic smirk of satisfaction on his face. The scene fades out and then quickly opens back up inside of James' dressing room showing him back behind the desk viewing the alignment of the HCN while having a glass of jack daniels. He pauses it on a shot of himself handing a cigar to Joe Max as the camera pans back showing him glaring at the shot with a glare of interest *
James: I have to say the organization performed on behalf of Joe Max was nothing short of amazing but then again the guy is fucking crazy so you never know what kind of sick shit he has up his sleeve. Insane or not Joe Max has put together a stable that no force in the HFW has ever seen before and not even the almighty Andru Mace can argue with that. Having myself and Joe Max on the same side is one thing but having an entire lineup of former HFW World and XL Champions joining us is a whole different ballgame. I told you assholes before that the foundation of L.O.W was in serious fucking trouble and what did you do? Stuck your heads right back up each other's asses and carried on like it didnt mean a fucking thing. The truth is that L.O.W has been backed into a corner for the first time and neither one of you know what to do. To make it here you have to know exactly where you stand in the eyes of your opponents and franky I know that I scare the living hell out of any guy who is forced to face me. In this business and specially in the HFW you have to know where you stand and know when you're beaten and its clear as fucking day to see that the L.O.W has no chance in surviving Hell's Corner.
* James downs the jack daniels and slams the glass down on the desk *
James: Adam Kyle didnt impress me, Skully Jesus didnt impress me and Hurricane couldnt amount to either of those losers so just what was he thinking when he signed the dotted line in our match this week? What was he thinking? He wasnt thinking and thats my point about Hurricane, motherfucker dosent think before he does these things and now he's way in over his head once again. But do I mind? No, I really dont. If making him bleed and suffer is what I have to do to make my pay then i'm more than happy to do it. Thats just how I work. I really wish i could say not to take this personal Hurricane but the truth is I cant do that without lying, I a damn honest man so you know you can trust my words when I tell you that this is gonna be the worst night of your life. You really know how to push a guys buttons and this time you've gotten a little too far into something that you dont completely understand. So you bring that urine stained oWo title, bring your repeative lines and useless gimmicks because youre gonna need everything you have to walk out of that arena alive.
* James swings up with his right arm tossing another switchblade across the room as the blade lands of the Hurricane poster jabbing the figure of Hurricane directly between the eyes and as the camera swings back towards James and the shot instantly cuts to static *