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I'm a Bitch
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Topic Started: Aug 18 2012, 03:54 AM (71 Views)
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James Stall
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Aug 18 2012, 03:54 AM
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A few weeks ago a loss to Bombtrack would have absolutely devastated James Stall. Such a loss would have sent him into a downward spiral of doubt and depression. Had he suffered his loss to Bombtrack before the London Brawl he would find himself wallowing in his anger, consumed by a new hatred for a new foe. But then Outkast died, and a new James Stall rose from his ashes.
This James Stall has renewed focus and determination. This is a James Stall who will no longer allow lesser men to beat him simply because he hasn’t given a hundred percent. And this new James Stall, this reborn Ayatollah of Aggression has only one thing on his mind, beating Romeo Stylez and taking back his North American Championship. His loss to Bombtrack is unfortunate, and it is something to be avenged at a later date. But his mind must keep his attention on Romeo Stylez. All of his energy must going into ending their feud with Stylez broken at Stall’s feet. He knows this. He knows this is his last chance to demonstrate his dominance over an opponent that has plagued him for too long.
Everything else is a distraction he can no longer tolerate. Bombtrack and his friends, the rest of Diamonds in the Club, even his own teammates. They must all be left to their own devices because at Vindication III James Stall must be all about James Stall.
And it is this James Stall that walks in Madison Square Garden. This is the man who now quietly and confidently strolls down the entrance ramp during a Vindication preshow event, and he is the one who keeps his laser focus on the ring as the crowd hurls down boos. He walks through the rain of obscenities with the North American Championship in one hand and a microphone in the other.
As he climbs into the ring the hostile crowd begins to chant in unison.
“You’re a bitch. You’re a bitch. You’re a bitch.”
James holds the North American Championship up in air and the chant is momentarily interrupted by a chorus of boos before it picks back up again. James slowly nods to himself.
“Yes that’s right.”
As the crowd continues to chant James takes a seat atop a nearby turnbuckle and sets the North American Championship down on his lap. He motions for the crowd to continue.
“Chant it up.”
The chant grows louder, and James places a hand to his ear.
“Let me hear it. I’m a bitch.”
For the most part the crowd is happy to oblige and continue to chant “You’re a bitch”, but a few people can’t help but stop in confusion.
“And you know what? I am.”
More people stop as the chant begins to drop off. James taps on the North American Championship.
“I’m a bitch because I’m a pain in the ass. I’m a thorn in the side of so many people in this company. I sting like a bitch because you just can’t get rid of me. Try as you might. Call me whatever names you want. Threaten me. I’m still here week in and week out. Where are your heroes? Where’s Chris Rollz? Kidd Love? Where are the whiners who complain about losses and not getting opportunities? They all end up running away with their tails between their legs, but I’m the bitch who keeps on coming. I’m here every week dropping promos and winning matches while working my way up. I sit and bide my time, and now people finally start talking. Let them be as negative as they want, but that shit only fuels me more.”
James holds up the North American Championship and looks into it as if he’s looking into a hand mirror. As he admirers himself he begins to reminisce.
“But while we’re on the subject of me being a bitch let’s talk about some of the people I’ve made my bitch, some of the big names who have tapped out on my way to securing the record for most submission victories in New Era history. RAW Randy Altzer is MY BITCH. I’ll go straight to the top. Ladies and Gentlemen let me remind you that New Era’s current world champion couldn’t finish a wounded man with a pre-match assault and ending up tapping out in the middle of the ring while crying for his mama. His protégé and former World Champion Doc Holiday also tapped like a mother fucker. Erickson? Tapped out. Romeo Stylez? Tapped, and will tap again. So they can call me all the degrading names they want. Let them get together and sing some lame ass parody songs because that Razzle Dazzle just distracts from the truth.”
James sets the North American Championship back down on his laps and glares at the audience.
“I have systematically made Diamonds in the Club my bitches. I might as well strap some dog collars on them and walk ‘em around on all fours because I own their bitch asses.”
Stall jumps off the turnbuckle. The chant has stopped completely now, but booing has begun to pick up in its place.
“But don’t worry Diamonds. You aren’t the only ones I’ve successfully castrated in the middle of the ring. Some others bitches I’ve made include, among others, Dice, because quite frankly I’m the best. I’m the strongest man in New Era, second to none, and when I slap a hold on you you’re done for.”
At the mention of Dice’s name the boos increase in volume, but James Stall ignores them. The old James Stall might have lashed out in anger, but his new focus will not allow for distraction. Instead he responds calmly and in a soft voice that causes audience members to strain to hear him, and by default their boos begin to subside.
“Now what was that other thing you people like to say about me? Oh right, I’m boring.”
The crowd becomes more confused. The boos begin to drop of completely.
“Come on. You can do it. Here, I’ll get you started. BOOOOOOORIIIIIING! BOOOOOOOOORIIIIIING!”
There is no response save for sporadic outburst of boos. No new chant is started. Instead James simply revels in the discomfort of his audience.
“Then ask yourselves these questions. Who was in New Era’s first and only stretcher match last year? Who had you standing on your feet and going insane when, bruised and broken, he beat three men in one night to win the North American Championship? Who beat Doc Holiday in a razor-wire deathmatch? It was Randy Altzer, and it certainly wasn’t that coward Romeo Stylez who waited until after I was done killing myself to cash in his Key to Excellence and steal my title.”
James once again thrusts the championship into the air, and he taps on it with the microphone before shaking his head. Shame on him for allowing himself to be distracted, but no man is perfect, not even James Stall.
“I digress. Who just last week debuted a whole new format and gave you the greatest street fight New Era has ever seen? Ladies, and gentlemen I have been in at least two match of the year candidates, and I guarantee you at Vindication III I will be in a third.”
James pauses and turns around with his head cocked as if someone has asked him a question.
“How do I know this? Because Romeo Stylez has finally woken up. The Sensational One has finally decided to put some work in and show some fire. Why? Because I’m a mean ass bitch, and I finally managed to get to him. It took some physical assault and carrying around this belt to finally inspire him to fight again, but I did it. I kept your precious Razzle Dazzle alive.”
James leans himself against the ropes with the North American Championship draped over the top as he stares down the entrance ramp.
“You’re welcome Romeo.”
He pushes off the ropes and turns back to the audience.
“RoRo is confident that he can beat me. He’s truly going to give it everything he has in our anything goes match. And why? It’s because he hates me. The one thing in this world he wants is to destroy me. But hates a funny thing Romeo. In the right hands it can be a powerful ally, but you just don’t know how to use it. It will consume you. It will make you fuck up in that ring, and the moment you do I’ll be there to finish the job, finish what I started at Outkast’s tribute show.”
James pauses for a moment as he is reminded of Outkast’s untimely passing, but his mind is clearly taken back to the triple threat match at the London Brawl and then to Romeo’s two past victories over him. James looks down the entrance ramp with a scowl on his face.
“I hate you too Romeo. I hate that you can walk into this company as an arrogant fist pumping son of a bitch and still have these people eating out of your hands. I hate that you can goof while people like me break their backs for this company, and people call you a hero. And most of all I hate the fact that you can go on whining like a bitch for weeks, complaining about how much better I am then you and then go fuck off to McDonald’s or to some Club with your buddies. I’m not laughing and neither will you when I kick your smile in.”
James’ eyes move from the entrance ramp to the North American Champion as he looks down at it like he’s staring into a crystal ball.
“When we meet, Romeo, I’m going to do things to you in that ring that were before now unimaginable. Once again I will innovate new forms of violence. I will bring my aggression to the next level during my quest to destroy you. And I’m glad that you admit you will never be the same, because I own you now. I’ve always owned you. For months you were jealous, and for weeks you’ve been my plaything, my toy. I’ve molded you, thrown you around and bent you to my will. And now I will break you mind, body, and soul, once and for all before I discard you in favor of a new plaything, a better one.”
James hoists the title over his shoulders and smiles toward the entrance ramp.
“But don’t worry. See, I’ve given your career new purpose. After this you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to pick up the pieces desperately trying to redeem yourself and become the man you once were. So enjoy that little glimmer to hope. Cling to it with one hand as your other slams against the mat.”
He turns back toward the audience and points at them as he looks down at the mat. Once again his voice drops to an eerie calm and the audience is left at a complete lack of words. As they lean forward to hear him all of their boos have ended. Even conversations have fallen to the wayside as James continues to instruct them.
“The rest of you pretend. Pretend you don’t love me. Pretend you’re not dying to see what kind of unspeakable horrors I inflict on Romeo Stylez. Lie to yourselves if that’s what you need to do to sleep at night. Tell yourselves that you don’t love seeing me destroy people in the ring as I sacrifice my own body for your amusement. Trick yourselves into believe you don’t want to see me bend Diamonds in the Club over week in and week out. And refuse to accept the fact that I put your buts in those seats, and buy rates for Vindication skyrocketed after my match with Bombtrack.”
James slowly lifts his head, and his voice grows in volume.
“At Vindication I will not be denied, and you will not be able to keep yourselves blinded from the truth.”
For the last time James holds the North American Championship in the air, but this time the audience doesn’t make a sound. They just stare at the Ayatollah of Aggression.
“I am the greatest North American Champion in New Era history. I am the most dominant, the most aggressive, and the most violent man to ever grace this ring.”
James places the title back on his shoulder and holds his hand over his heart in a solemn vow.
“I am an innovator, and don’t worry. I’m strong enough to carry you all on my back. I will bring you into a new New Era. I will break the barriers and bring about new age, one filled with violence and hatred, and you will love it because it is what you’ve always wanted. I will create a wonderland of carnage because that’s what you’ve all come here to see. And I will grant all of your terrible wishes because I AM GENESIS!”
There is nothing but silence now as James brings the microphone close to his lips and speaks in a near whisper.
“And that’s what I do.”
James drops the mic and makes his way down the entrance ramp as the crowd remains trapped in silence. James looks at a few stunned faces and smiles as he readjusts his championship and disappears behind the curtain. He knows he will win. He knows that once again he will officially be the North American Champion once again. But mostly importantly he knows that this new James Stall is perfect for New Era.
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New Era Record: 29-26-1
New Era Accomplishments: Record Holder for Longest World Heavyweight Championship Reign (239 Days) Record Holder for Longest Title Reign (239 Days) Record Holder for New Era Submission Victories (9) Record Holder for Main Event Wins (16) Co-Record Holder for Super Show Wins (11) x1 Winner of the New Era Secret Santa Tournament x2 North American Champion x2 New Era World Heavyweight Champion (Current)
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