Post by William James on Dec 26, 2013 18:21:01 GMT -6
The scene begins, as WJ is seen walking towards the office of CWE G.M. Shane Andrews.
He kicks opens the door, as he always has done... however, this time it was different.
WJ is met by a big black man standing between him and Shane Andrews, whom is sitting at his desk.
James looks at the man is his path...
"I suggest you move... before I move you myself, Black."
WJ attempts to pass around the man, and a hand his felt around his throat, stopping him in his tracks...
"I like to see you try."
Mr. Black pauses, and tightens his grip on WJ's neck.
"Boss, James is here... what do want done with him?"
Shane, watching from his desk, smiles at the unsuccessful struggle from James to break free.
"Let him in... I'm sure he's got something wonderful to say."
WJ snarls at Mr. Black, as Black releases the hold around his neck.
"I won't forget this, punk"
Black smiles, point James in the direction of Shane's desk.
"Nor will I... Mr. Andrews will see you now."
WJ walks over to the desk where Shane was sitting...
"What's the big idea, Andrews?
Fighting a stuffed Pooh Bear at the PPV?
Was that supposed to be some kind of joke?
I'm far better than that... I've proved it time and time again.
You think a stuffed bear was gonna take this Internet title from me?
Well, son, how'd that work out for you?"
Shane smiles...
"After watching the match... it proved to be a work out for you.
Imagine the idea the the 'all-mighty hardcore' William James
getting beaten by a children's stuffed bear."
Shane laughs... and WJ laughs with him, then this...
"Always...just fun and games with you, huh, Andrews?
You fail time after time to take me serious.
You can have who you want to hold the so-called 'big' title around here...
your boy, Brandon Payne... that big red oaf, Osiris... ha, even that idiot, Zack Attack"
WJ takes the title from around his waist...
"But, everyone around here knows... when I want something... it gets done.
They are just holding that spot until I want it back.
WJ throws the title belt over his shoulder, pointing to it as he continued...
"This is the REAL championship around here.
While your 'paper' Champions defend those titles, hell what? Once a month?...
I defend MY title every damn night.
You set them up... I knock them down... that's how it works. How I work.
I deserve better than whoopin' some stuffed bear's ass... at a PPV, no less!"
Shane smiles...
"Ok... you want serious competition, James?
I'll give you a serious challenge... by way of one of our newest CWE rookies.
This week... you got Jared Destroyer..."
Shane pauses, and continues...
"And before you say anything about him being a rookie...
well... go ask YOUR boy, Anthony Daniels what young Jared is all about.
Shane stands from his desk, and with a smile...
"And, with that... I say "Good day, sir!"....
Mr. Black, would you kindly escort Mr. James here out of my office."
Black begins to walk towards James, as WJ stops him.
"I can see my own way out..."
WJ turns to Shane on the way out the door...
"Bravo, Andrews... you just ended that kid's career before it even got started!"