Post by fouldsy1991 on Jun 25, 2013 20:12:29 GMT -5
We zoom into James Faulds's office, which a lot more decorated than it was last time we here. Photos on the wall from him wrestling his first matches against Keyser and Silva, a beautifully laminated floor and even a MAC computer that looks fresh out of the box, which he is currently using. His back is turned and he is wearing a thick leather coat, seemingly to hide something. He clicks on a video ferociously to play to the NAW cameras.
Gould: Oh my God! I think these guys could both be badly hurt, Jim!
Torres: It's possible. I don't know if I think Jankowski is more brave or stupid for that move.
Medical
crews hurry to the scene to help both men back to the backstage area,
and both men are able to get to the back with assistance, but they both
look pretty battered and beaten half to death.
Faulds clenches his fist after watching this video and pounds the table in anger. He stands up, turns around and throws his jacket to the floor. He has a bandage round his stomach and an extremely large bruise on his face. This is obviously the result of that devastating bulldog off the stage performed by Sebastian Jankowski. James then suddenly stops pacing and looks right into the camera.
Faulds: On Meltdown, I faced Sebastian Jankowski. And that Polish fuck did this to me!
The anger on his face remarkably changes to a sick, sinister smile.
Faulds: But the thing is, I loved every second of it. This reminds me of Mick Foley getting thrown off the Cell in 1998 by The Undertaker. This is a major moment in this promotions small time of existence. Everywhere, for years to come it will be me remembered going off that stage. And the beauty of it all? I'm still standing and ready to fight again in front of 50,000 at Heatwave! Not only have I become a sensation over night because of this, but have you ever heard the saying "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?" Well, this is a perfect time for it be used! If I wasn't such a strong person to begin with, that would have been a potential career ender. But I'm still here. Look at Mike Silva, I destroyed him so badly on Meltdown a few weeks ago, he came back, and couldn't handle the pressure! What I did to him is a potential career ender. And why did I do that? Because he insulted me, heck I never want to see a man lose his job, but he wasn't even that good anyway to be fair with you NAW. This brings me back to Jankowski on this weeks Meltdown. At first I may have seemed a little bit angry, but that is all because I didn't beat him! People in NAW's whole world is wins and losses, and now I am 1-1-1. Pretty mediocre record right? Well not for long!
James then walks out of his office room whilst wagging his finger to signal the cameras follow him. He walks down a beautifully lit hallway, with photos seemingly from his past. He was smiling in most of them, and not in the dark way he does now. He seemed at peace with himself, and maybe this person is still inside of him. He looks at the cameraman threateningly, seemingly to remind him that the person in these photos isn't the same person he is today. He opens a door further down the hall way and we enter what looks a gym. With several weight machines to train arms, back, bench press amonst other body parts, a punchbag, treadmills and plenty of free weights. James then looks at the punchbag and punches it full force, it shaking profusely from the force of the punch.
Faulds: Look at my hand!
The camera zooms into his hand to see a big cut and sort of swelling on his hand.
Faulds: If i couldn't handle pain I would have broke my hand!
The cameraman is confused by Faulds's behaviour as he obviously did still injure his hand to an extent.
Faulds: And I know you still think I injured myself don't you? Well from where I have lived I've had plenty of worse injuries off punching something than this! The chaos I...Actually speaking of Chaos. Mr Cameraman do you have that list of opponents that I have to beat to become the new Chaos Champion at Heatwave?
The cameraman must nod his head as the camera moves up and down and passes Faulds a piece of paper.
Faulds: Jankowski, Nightkrow and Stryker...not bad, not bad. In an elimination match, too? That's even better. Now even if I do take my eye off the ball I will still have a big chance of becoming champion. Actually I say big chance? I should say guaranteed victory!
A vibrating noise is heard. Faulds pulls out his mobile phone from his pocket, it's a Sony Xperia T, quite flash for a person who doesn't seem that flash in any other matter. More of a gritty, edgy person. He sends a quick text, looking quite frustrated about this because it's interrupted his interview time and breathes under his breath "fuck off Morgan".
Faulds: As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, this match will be a guarantee for me. I need this more than anyone else. Going into this event I must look weak, a bit of a big mouth, not as good as he thinks blah blah to all you at home. But I promise that when something matters in a match like a title, I will not let you down. I say I won't let you down, but you've already got a moment to remember me for forever, this title match is not about the fans. It is about my personal quest to show everyone I am going to be what everyone said for years I'd never be able to do. This is the first step to the world championship. No disrespect to the Chaos title, because it will be prestigious in its own right, but if you aren't in the business to win the world title, well just go home. Every wrestler should aspire to be the world champion.
James points at a photo of Mike Tyson on the wall.
James: You see that, that is a champion. He came from a bad background like me, and put all his focus into boxing, like i have with wrestling. People think I'm a danger to society with my reckless antics, I'm not, but I am a danger to Jankowski, Nightkrow and Stryker! The Chaos title will forever go down in history with the first title holders name next to it as "James Faulds". This will be my launch to superstardom in this industry. Nightkrow, you can do all your little gothic weird shit that I don't understand that could give children nightmares. But you don't intimidate me. I am the real nightmare in this organisation. They could make a horror movie out of what I will do in the ring to become champion. Jankowski, I heard what you said about England. If it wasn't for England Germany would now control Poland still. So you should show a little respect about this. I would make another movie reference, but I think they already have enough movies out based on some Polish arseholes getting destroyed, also plenty of soccer matches I may add. Then it comes to Adam Stryker, the newbie, the wildcard in the match. The one I don't really know anything about if I'm quite honest. That makes him the most dangerous person in the match, because I know what Jankowski is going to do after Meltdown, and with NightKrow as long as you aren't afraid of him it takes away his chances too. But Stryker is a weird case. You won on Meltdown, quite decisively I may add, but then you have your own hired help in Jenny to your advantage too. Boy, when I beat you I might take her for a nice little drink to celebrate with my title and see what she thinks of an Englishman in the bedroom.
James starts to snigger, knowing the mindgames will be working against his opponents.
James: However, I do respect my opponents. I respect them because they have the balls to work with someone like me. I enjoy making someones life a living hell, and this is what you will be put through at Heatwave. 50,000 fans will see the 3 funerals and a birth. The funerals of all you in the middle of that ring after I pin all 3 of you, and the birth of the new Chaos Champion, James Faulds! Now, if anyone has ever played the game Sonic they will know about "Chaos Control". It is a move when they have all 7 chaos emeralds, and they can teleport. My chaos control will be different. My chaos control will be training in here everyday till the match up, bottling up my agression each and everyday till I am in that ring. And then the Chaos Control will be stopped, and unleashed on 3 poor men who are unfortunately in my way. But for now, it is time to calm down, and get back to training. CHAOS CONTROL!
The camera cuts out when James says this, and we go to a Heatwave commercial.
Gould: Oh my God! I think these guys could both be badly hurt, Jim!
Torres: It's possible. I don't know if I think Jankowski is more brave or stupid for that move.
Medical
crews hurry to the scene to help both men back to the backstage area,
and both men are able to get to the back with assistance, but they both
look pretty battered and beaten half to death.
Faulds clenches his fist after watching this video and pounds the table in anger. He stands up, turns around and throws his jacket to the floor. He has a bandage round his stomach and an extremely large bruise on his face. This is obviously the result of that devastating bulldog off the stage performed by Sebastian Jankowski. James then suddenly stops pacing and looks right into the camera.
Faulds: On Meltdown, I faced Sebastian Jankowski. And that Polish fuck did this to me!
The anger on his face remarkably changes to a sick, sinister smile.
Faulds: But the thing is, I loved every second of it. This reminds me of Mick Foley getting thrown off the Cell in 1998 by The Undertaker. This is a major moment in this promotions small time of existence. Everywhere, for years to come it will be me remembered going off that stage. And the beauty of it all? I'm still standing and ready to fight again in front of 50,000 at Heatwave! Not only have I become a sensation over night because of this, but have you ever heard the saying "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?" Well, this is a perfect time for it be used! If I wasn't such a strong person to begin with, that would have been a potential career ender. But I'm still here. Look at Mike Silva, I destroyed him so badly on Meltdown a few weeks ago, he came back, and couldn't handle the pressure! What I did to him is a potential career ender. And why did I do that? Because he insulted me, heck I never want to see a man lose his job, but he wasn't even that good anyway to be fair with you NAW. This brings me back to Jankowski on this weeks Meltdown. At first I may have seemed a little bit angry, but that is all because I didn't beat him! People in NAW's whole world is wins and losses, and now I am 1-1-1. Pretty mediocre record right? Well not for long!
James then walks out of his office room whilst wagging his finger to signal the cameras follow him. He walks down a beautifully lit hallway, with photos seemingly from his past. He was smiling in most of them, and not in the dark way he does now. He seemed at peace with himself, and maybe this person is still inside of him. He looks at the cameraman threateningly, seemingly to remind him that the person in these photos isn't the same person he is today. He opens a door further down the hall way and we enter what looks a gym. With several weight machines to train arms, back, bench press amonst other body parts, a punchbag, treadmills and plenty of free weights. James then looks at the punchbag and punches it full force, it shaking profusely from the force of the punch.
Faulds: Look at my hand!
The camera zooms into his hand to see a big cut and sort of swelling on his hand.
Faulds: If i couldn't handle pain I would have broke my hand!
The cameraman is confused by Faulds's behaviour as he obviously did still injure his hand to an extent.
Faulds: And I know you still think I injured myself don't you? Well from where I have lived I've had plenty of worse injuries off punching something than this! The chaos I...Actually speaking of Chaos. Mr Cameraman do you have that list of opponents that I have to beat to become the new Chaos Champion at Heatwave?
The cameraman must nod his head as the camera moves up and down and passes Faulds a piece of paper.
Faulds: Jankowski, Nightkrow and Stryker...not bad, not bad. In an elimination match, too? That's even better. Now even if I do take my eye off the ball I will still have a big chance of becoming champion. Actually I say big chance? I should say guaranteed victory!
A vibrating noise is heard. Faulds pulls out his mobile phone from his pocket, it's a Sony Xperia T, quite flash for a person who doesn't seem that flash in any other matter. More of a gritty, edgy person. He sends a quick text, looking quite frustrated about this because it's interrupted his interview time and breathes under his breath "fuck off Morgan".
Faulds: As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, this match will be a guarantee for me. I need this more than anyone else. Going into this event I must look weak, a bit of a big mouth, not as good as he thinks blah blah to all you at home. But I promise that when something matters in a match like a title, I will not let you down. I say I won't let you down, but you've already got a moment to remember me for forever, this title match is not about the fans. It is about my personal quest to show everyone I am going to be what everyone said for years I'd never be able to do. This is the first step to the world championship. No disrespect to the Chaos title, because it will be prestigious in its own right, but if you aren't in the business to win the world title, well just go home. Every wrestler should aspire to be the world champion.
James points at a photo of Mike Tyson on the wall.
James: You see that, that is a champion. He came from a bad background like me, and put all his focus into boxing, like i have with wrestling. People think I'm a danger to society with my reckless antics, I'm not, but I am a danger to Jankowski, Nightkrow and Stryker! The Chaos title will forever go down in history with the first title holders name next to it as "James Faulds". This will be my launch to superstardom in this industry. Nightkrow, you can do all your little gothic weird shit that I don't understand that could give children nightmares. But you don't intimidate me. I am the real nightmare in this organisation. They could make a horror movie out of what I will do in the ring to become champion. Jankowski, I heard what you said about England. If it wasn't for England Germany would now control Poland still. So you should show a little respect about this. I would make another movie reference, but I think they already have enough movies out based on some Polish arseholes getting destroyed, also plenty of soccer matches I may add. Then it comes to Adam Stryker, the newbie, the wildcard in the match. The one I don't really know anything about if I'm quite honest. That makes him the most dangerous person in the match, because I know what Jankowski is going to do after Meltdown, and with NightKrow as long as you aren't afraid of him it takes away his chances too. But Stryker is a weird case. You won on Meltdown, quite decisively I may add, but then you have your own hired help in Jenny to your advantage too. Boy, when I beat you I might take her for a nice little drink to celebrate with my title and see what she thinks of an Englishman in the bedroom.
James starts to snigger, knowing the mindgames will be working against his opponents.
James: However, I do respect my opponents. I respect them because they have the balls to work with someone like me. I enjoy making someones life a living hell, and this is what you will be put through at Heatwave. 50,000 fans will see the 3 funerals and a birth. The funerals of all you in the middle of that ring after I pin all 3 of you, and the birth of the new Chaos Champion, James Faulds! Now, if anyone has ever played the game Sonic they will know about "Chaos Control". It is a move when they have all 7 chaos emeralds, and they can teleport. My chaos control will be different. My chaos control will be training in here everyday till the match up, bottling up my agression each and everyday till I am in that ring. And then the Chaos Control will be stopped, and unleashed on 3 poor men who are unfortunately in my way. But for now, it is time to calm down, and get back to training. CHAOS CONTROL!
The camera cuts out when James says this, and we go to a Heatwave commercial.