James: Hello again HFW viewers and welcome to another edition of what i like to call "Teachings Through Beatings- Volume 1" and for those of you who tuned in last time you are well aware of where we last left off. But in case any of you failed to tune in allow me to give you a quick rundown of how things came to an end...
* A video clip begins to play showing the last few minutes of James' last promo *
- * 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.* -
* Scene cuts back to James in the cemetary bending over forward from laughing so hard *
James: The only thing i regret about that is not being able to see the look on Hurricane's face when he got back to that piss infested oWo title but i can still imagine so thats good enough for now. But just as all of you know the man i'm facing on the next Showdown has thus far not only proven to be possibly the biggest moron in the sport of professional wrestling but also the most desperate when backed into a corner. Did any of you manage to catch that last promo? Where he brought in that fossil Bret Hart as some kind of threat? Jesus christ Hurricane you might as well hired a 90 year old cancer patient to jump in on the fight as well because thats basically all that Hart is now. Much like you he's nothing more than a forgotten memory of something that used to matter at one point in time but the fact is for both of you that time is long gone. This isnt the fucking WWE, Jason Dex isnt Vince McMahon and no one gives two shits how many guys you bring in. You're facing me at Showdown you stupid bastard and Bret Hart is not going to be there. But thats what brings us to this cemetary today Hurricane. Which by the way is the resting place of one of your most beloved and cherished "mentors" as you like to call them. This here is the burinal grouns of none other than "The Black Hart", "The Blue Blazer"...Owen fucking Hart.
* The view pans down on the tombstone that lays only feet away from James which reads "R.I.P Owen Hart- Professional Wrestler, Husband and Father- 1965-1999" *
James: Now thats sad. It really is. Its sad that a trained professional like Owen Hart who was not only a tool in the wwf but also a IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion in Japan would make such an ignorant rookie mistake on such an easy stunt. Did the cables break or was Owen just a useless bastard in the eyes of God? Who knows? But more importantly who cares. Sure Owen was a great "superstar" while under contract with McMahon but in all reality Owen quit being a wrestler the minute he signed across the dotted line. I remember watching him face Jushin Liger back in 98 where the match didnt stop for two seconds until the other guy was pinned for the three count. I hate to say it but Owen Hart's career was over the second he left the land of the rising sun like so many others who leave at the peak of their career just to get a slice of the cash cow in Stanford, Connecticut. Steve Williams, Mike Awesome, Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit, Ultimo Dragon, Vader, Brock Lesnar, Scott Norton...the list goes on and on of men who had the chance to be looked up to as gods and threw it all away for a few years of financial gain. When Owen Hart walked out on the fans in Japan he sealed his own personal tomb and not but 10 years later....he's dead. Here lies a man who took his own life in exchange for a few hundred thousand instead of staying in Japan and living up to his word.
* James grows a disgusted look on his face and spits on the tombstone *
James: Fuck Owen Hart.
* James reaches down and picks a shovel from off the ground and begins to walk towards a area of grass set aside from all the other graves. James appraoches the patch of grass and looks down to see a few cigarette butts and various spots where dogs had used to shit on. Placing a surgical mask over his face to cover his nose and mouth James pulls a bag from his back pocket and starts to shovel the dog shit into the bag while continuing his thoughts *
James: Is it me or is it just a coincidence that they would put a spot reserved for trash and dog shit only a few feet away from where Owen Hart was to spend his last moments before turning into ash and taking his well deserved departure? I dont find it to be very coincidential but you know who would? Hurricane. In every place i go i can always manage to find people who can find anything to bitch about no matter what the circumstance and this time it happens to be Hurricane once again running his mouth and shooting off a bunch of shit that he cant back up. In this business and especially in the HFW you have to do a hell of a lot more than walk in there with confidence to win because confidence wont do you shit without having the balls to do what it takes in order to keep the other guy down. Fuck confidence. Confidence didnt earn me the HFW World Title on two occasions, confidence didnt urge me to beat out 10 other men to win the first Maximum Brutality match .
Confidence isnt whats going to be what i use when i decimate the Hurricane on Showdown. To win here you have to know you're the best without a shadow of a doubt and know exactly what to do to get the job done and those are two things i have been doing since day one in the HFW. I came into this place and began to rampage through guys like the Icon, Death Roades, Warlock, The Devil, Double K, Adam Kyle, Right To Censor, Triple H and the rest because i knew that i was better than they were. It wasnt a question of competition to me. It never is just like i dont have to question anything when going into a match aganist you Hurricane. Its as simple as walking in, cracking you upside the head for a third time, pinning you and then walking out. But luckily for Hell's Corner i'm not a simple man and i wont make things as simple as that. No Hurricane. This is going to be anything but simple and i think you've already started to figure that out.
* James reaches inside his jacket and pulls out three photographs. One of Hurricane's wife, one of his son Nathan and the third of his daughter Melanie. James drops all three photos into the bag and seals it shut before getting back to his feet. James jabs the shovel into the ground and walks back over to Owen's grave picking up his cigar that he left laying on top as he takes another drag and continues his thoughts *
James: But maybe not. Maybe you are just as stupid as i take you for Hurricane. After seeing the desperation measures you seem to be lowering yourself to i cant help but ask what your next pathetic move will be. You gonna go back to Eresfeo.com and take a random picture to try and pose as my parents this time? Please. You really dont get it do you? Do you not know who i am yet? Christ kid how many times do i have to beat your ass until it starts to register in that premature brain of yours? I mean not that i mind having you placed in from of me when a crosshair on your head but how far do you really want to take this? I'm willing to take it as far as "accidental" homicide so theres no question to how far i'm willing to go but what about you? Are you willing to die just so you can get a cheap shot on me?
Because thats all youre gonna get. Ask Dex, ask Briggs, ask everyone in L.O.W what they think is gonna happen when you get placed in that ring across from me with nothing to waste but time and blood. Even your own stablemates know whats going to happen and as sad as it will be for them to see the truth is you have no fucking chance Hurricane. Even with Andru Mace in there you dont stand a chance in hell aganist Michael James. How much can you two assholes really do? Dont get me wrong i've seen Andru Mace fuck up some shit but this isnt the same HFW that Andru once knew and its sure as hell not the same situation. Joe Max is backing me this time, Double B is on my side this time, Scythe, Hellfire and the rest. They are all on MY side so you're gonna need something a lot more intimidating than Andru Mace this time around.
* James builds up a wad of flem inside his throat and then spits out a wad landing directly on Owen's tombstone *
James: To be perfectly honest with you Hurricane i am starting to really grow tired of wasting my time on you and soon enough my patience is going to run and you dont want to be around when that happens. I'm one hundred times above your league and just out and out a better person than you will ever grow to become. There's a reason why so many guys on the HFW roster look up to me kid and thats because when i talk people fucking listen no matter what i have to say. Could it be because 90% of everything i talk about is all HFW related business and not some jumble of shit about Bret Hart and the oWo? Who cares what you like Hurricane? So you look up to the Hart family with all this respect, loyalty. blah, blah fucking blah...who cares? Is Stu Hart gonna join the HFW? How about Bret? Or Owe--
* James stops in mid speech catching his mistake *
James: Scratch that last one from the record because i think its clear to see that Owen isnt going anywhere. But the point is this Hurricane. Victories in the HFW have nothing to do with who you look up to or try to mimick for a career. You can be fucking Bret Hart in the ass for all i care Hurricane but the fact is he isnt going to be the one walking into his own execution at Showdown so who gives a fucking shit about him? The HFW was built on the idea of bringing the real professional wrestling fans something they could look at and take in as their own. A promotion not based on billion dollar budgets or mediocre bullshit to make a buck. They wanted blood and we gave it to them. They wanted ultraviolence and we produced it. But did they want to see Bret Hart versus Shawn Michaels? Hell no! So why the fuck are trying to infect the HFW with an era that no one wants a part of? I'm supposed to be the bad guy here and when you look at it clearly the real son of a bitch is none other than the Hurricane. But dont get confused because i dont loathe you Norman. To do that i would have to spend more than five minutes in search of a way to make you look like a jackass but with you Hurricane, you always beat me to it. You have managed to make a bigger fool out of yourself with your pathetic ideas, words and efforts than i have managed to do even with help of a kendo stick. Not that i'm done making a fool out of you yet because we still have Showdown to look forward to. Remember that.
* James picks up the bag from the ground and makes sure the seal is tight and then drops it on the resting place of Owen Hart and then brings the cigar back up to his mouth and takes another drag *
James: After Showdown my victory over Hurricane will mark the start of a new beginning. In other words kid that means after i beat your ass into a pulp this thing between you and i will be done. For years now you've run your mouth about beating me this and beating me that and still no show proof to establish anything over me. Well i'm sick of hearing it and i'm sick of having to deal with some punk bitch like you when i could be making my way towards a shot at the XL Title so after Showdown, i'm done with you. I spoke before about advancement and progression and this my friend is a prime example of advancement through progression. When i beat you the HFW management will have no choice but to move me one step up the ladder while you get to stay where you're so used to being at the very bottom of the HFW ranks. Dont be a damn fool this time Hurricane and keep your fucking mouth shut because ever since this match was announced you've done nothing more but made my chances at beating your ass ever greater.
* James looks down at Owen's tombstone *
James: As for you Owen...
* James reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid and proceeds to spray the bag on top of Owens grave with the fluid *
James: Have fun in hell canuck.
* James drops his cigar directly above the bag on Owen's grave and then exits the scene as we can see signs of smoke coming from the side view of the shot as the camera pans back to the gravesite to show the dropped cigar causing the fluid to catch fire. A collection of flames begin to rise from the bag as a putrid and rancid smell of burning feces fills the air while James is seen a good distance from the spot making his exit from the cemetary and the scene fades to static *