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From Me to You
Topic Started: Oct 6 2012, 03:42 AM (106 Views)
James Stall
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i'm a little bitch
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James Stall sits alone, as he so often does. This time he is in his locker room inside the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia. He’s dressed up in his ring gear and sitting in a simply steel chair, practicing something he’s gotten very good at, waiting. Yes, next to hurting people, waiting is probably the thing James Stall does best. For over a year he has waited for his chance to shine, to have a world title match, and now that he just days away from facing Priest at Fear Itself, the wait has intensified. His muscles tense. His skin tingles, and his forehead burns. And all this agony is compounded by the fact that it’s not just Fear Itself he waits for but one last match before it, a match wherein he will face off against Bombtrack and Priest, an older enemy and his newest one.

But James can handle it. He knows this. He understands that his shoulders a broad enough, strong enough to withstand the pressure. This is his fate. This is what he was meant to do. Winning the World Championship at Fear Itself is certain, but in the interim, James taps his foot against the concrete floor. His fingers tap against his thigh, and to pass the time between the bells he turns to an old friend, the camera.

“I could go on and on about Priest, and Bombtrack. I could take the time to defend myself and point out every flaw in the things Bombtrack has said about me. Hell, I could even talk about Priest, and about the ass whoopings that I delivered him twice now, but I won’t.”

James looks through the camera to the man he will have to work with on Sunday, Gavin MacKenzie, better known to the wrestling world as Nightmare.

“Let’s switch things up a bit and forget about talking right to my opponents tonight. No. This one goes out to Nightmare. Gavin, you and I made quite the formidable team last week, and we certainly put up an impressive victory, but this week, this is different. Everything increases. The challenge increases. Both Bombtrack and Priest are far above Erickson and Romeo. And the stakes increase and with that so does my desire.”

James looks back down at his feet, and his shoulders slump as he lets out a heavy and regretful sigh.

“I need this match. And I need your help to win it”

James pounds his fist against his thigh and grits his teeth before looking back up at the camera.

“I know a number one contender isn’t supposed to need anything other than the title he’s chasing, and he shouldn’t need help from anyone to get what he feels he deserves. And I know I present an incredibly tough persona, and that’s because that’s exactly who I am. I really am as tough as I seem. I’m as angry, and as aggressive as I look. That’s my nature, but it doesn’t change the facts, and the fact is I cannot beat Bombtrack and Priest by myself.”

He points past the camera toward the door.

“They’re World Champions, Gavin. So are you, and so will I be, but together they’re very dangerous, and I’d have to be an idiot to not see that. Individual I can take them to the limit. I will beat Priest at Fear Itself, but together… if you fail me, I will lose. And I need to win.”

James lurches forward and pushes himself off of the chair. He presses his fists against his temples and takes a deep breath.

“I cannot allow myself to go down the same path with Bombtrack that I did with Outkast, to lose again and again, to know that I’ve been unable to prove that I’m better than him. If I win this match at least I gain a small foothold in our feud. I get a little bit of redemption for losing at Main Event, but if I lose I throw away all my credibility. And I need that, especially when I have a World title match and I face not only a great wrestler in Priest, but doubters at every turn.”

Suddenly, James swings his leg backward, and with a mighty mule kick sends the chair flying it clangs and rattles on the ground as it settles back down against the floor.

“That’s why I need to beat Priest. I’ve beaten him down, tormented him, but if he beats me all of that will be for naught. The momentum shifts in his favor, and the doubters pile on. I already have enough people telling me that I don’t deserve this match. Too many enemies have lined up to call me unworthy, to tell me I don’t care enough about this company to be its World Champion.”

James pounds his fist against his chest.

“Lies, all of it. And I would like nothing more than to silence all those snakes by pinning Priest to the mat, but if he and Bombtrack are allowed to work effectively as a team when we cannot, that won’t happen. And my title match will become that much harder.”

The number one contender grabs the camera and leans closer to it so his face takes up the whole frame.

“So I need the best from you, Gavin. In fact- forget this Gavin bullshit. You are Nightmare. You’ve earned that name, so go out there and live up to it. Give me the monster bathed in blood, the beast that nearly killed Bombtrack in the middle of that ring. I want you to be pure anger in that ring, an avatar of aggression just like me.”

James tilts his head to the side and his eyes open wider.

“Together we can be unbeatable, Nightmare. We create poetry with our violence, so paint that canvas red with me, and let’s leave our opponents in shambles, barely able to make it to their matches against us at Fear Itself. Let us leave the fans stunned by the violence we unleash. Let them quake at our brutality. And when we win, I will embrace you as a warrior. I will be grateful for your assistance, and, down the road, you will be rewarded.”

The man who would be champion holds the camera out in front of him and glares into the lens.

“But fail me, and I will never forgive you. Prove to be too weak, and I will turn my back on you and leave you to the slaughter. Cost me my victory, and I will be angry. And an angry James Stall is not something you want to deal with because, if I hear one more person tell me I don’t deserve my Wordl title shot I will start snapping necks, and if we lose the first one might be yours.”

James throws the camera down to the ground, and the image shakes before clicking to black.

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