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| *The scene opens up, and James is sitting in a pool-chair, wearing nothing but a pair of brightly colored swimming shorts. Covering his eyes are a pair of shades. Behind him is a large house, with 3 floors. It's painted white, and shines in the glare from the sun. He removes his shades, and scratches his head. He then puts the shades back on, and looks directly into the camera.* James: Hi there. Well, you guys finally found me. I'm assuming you're from the TWW...well, here I am. The One and Only, in the flesh. I guess you want me to speak on my match for Critical Conditions, right? Thought so. Well, let's start with Stryker. You imbecile. You made me watch your pointless promo, just so you can tell me I'll lose? And to watch you and your friend attempt martial arts? You wasted my time, Stryker. And just for that, I'll have to beat you. Yes, I know. Not very original. Saying "I'm going to beat you." But with me, it makes no difference. Because I am The Epitome of Originality, because I am The One and Only. See Stryker, you can claim all you want about making Chase, but does that really matter? I think not! Because Chase is not involved in our match, therefore his business is not our business! I didn't really see the point of the whole "Let's pretend to be a chinese man" story you showed us. In my head, it didn't make sense. But Styker, what does make sense, is me walking out on Friday, and walking back with a perfect record. Yes, that'd be 1 win, out of one match. Sounds good, doesn't it? Well, to me it does, anyway. But Stryker, you can go on about your buddy Chase if you must. If it makes you feel any stronger, any more likely to win, then you do just that. Stryker, you'll need all the mental, and physical backing you can get, because you have well and truly fallen into a Dead End! Stryker, bring what you want, who you want with you, it won't stop me from ripping you limb from limb, if I feel the need. Breaking every bone in your body, if I feel the need. Think you can handle it, Nathan? I don't. You think you can step up to the Edwards plate, and expect to hit a home run? It doesn't work like that, Nate. You come, you lose, I win, we all go home happy. Well, I know I will. Can you handle the pressure of wrestling someone of my calibur? I honestly don't think so! So Nate, don't sing it; bring it! You can threaten me all you want, Nate, but remember to take what I say not as a threat, but as a promise! You want to earn respect in this federation? Then you gotta go through me. You wanna make some more friends in here? Then why don't you cut a half decent promo once in a while? You try to do everything possible to score a victory over me, because it'll take more than death to stop me from being victorious! You try to beat me, you try to end my career, and you'll see it fall back onto you. I'm going to be like a thorn in your side, Nate, on top of you all the time, irritating you, winding you up, so you'll make a mistake, and fall flat on your face! See Nate, you are merely a stepping stone on my road to victory! You're just practice. I want to fight the Chases, the Snake Eyes, the Lokis. You got that? Good. As long as we know where we stand! With me, towering above you on the road to success! Same with Spawn, the movies star. He's just gonna be a training dummy, like you! Remember guys, I can attack from the air, I can attack from behind, and I can attack inches away from your noses, yet you'll be helpless to stop me! So, come Friday, I'll be waiting for you guys! *Fade to Black* |
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