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Date Posted: 14:21:30 11/11/02 Mon
Author: James "Da Maniac" Jones
Subject: The Uncrowned Champion

- It's a little dark. Figures are visible, but only at a close enough range. This camera need not worry. It's next filmed promo will not be in the wilderness and growing darkness of the outdoors, but in the comfort of a smoky room, not that the cameraman was a smoker, but anywhere was better than in the cold and bleak conditions that existed outside. The cameraman entered the room just as the clock struck 5.27pm, a couple of minutes early. He almost stumbled into the room, excited and delighted in one of getting out of the cold. The man who sat down on the floor staring at the cigarette in his hand did not even seem to notice him. James "Da Maniac" Jones had been released from the hospital the day before, and still looked worse for wear, as could be seen by bandages over his face and his right arm in a sling, though there was no cast on it. Jones sucked back on another cigarette, inhaling deeply and sorrowfully. On the floor around him are dozens of cigarette butts, all smoked to the writing of the cigarette that distinguished it from another. In James' other hand was a bottle of Vodka, which he took various swigs of between the drags on the cigarette. There were a few smashed bottles of the same sort of bottle in his hand on the ground. Despite what was around him, Jones still looked much better than he had done in previous Promos. There were no bags under his eyes, though his eyes were glazed over from the drink. Seemingly. -

[ MANiAC ] "Defeat. A mere word that has such an effect on people that it causes depressed, angry and schizophrenic bein's. Some are not at all dazed by the venomness six-letter word; but most, the more logical and realistic people, are. It is no secret that I have been influenced and shall continue to be influenced by the word. Days on end I sometimes spend wonderin' what it's all about. Yes, I have been defeated before, and yes, undoubtedly I will be defeated again. But I still don't understand why."

[ MANiAC ] "Why was such a thing as defeat created? To prove that nothin' is perfect and everythin' has its flaws? Or somethin' deeper, somethin' that is stubborn to be discovered without keen and detailed acumen? Whatever the reasonin' behind it; the bastard has grabbed me by the ear and shown me the lowest form of defeat imaginable. Last week Halloween Horror, you all witnessed the lowest form of bein' a damn coward. It took eight men, if you would include Enigma, to take the Unified Titles away from me. It then took a further two to keep me down after the fight, addin' The Xtreme Team to the mix. Is this the stance of your so-called "champion"? The Crusher took the easy way out. He saw a little openin' and decided that not only could he not beat me on his own, he needed the aid of six men to start the job, and eight to finish it. From where I am standin', Crusher is no Unified Champion, nor will be ever be true to the gold that now surrounds him. He thinks he owns them...he truly does. Scott Cross will end any Title run he has. And damn it, if it means that I have to stop the whole of Damage INC and the Xtreme Team myself, believe me when I say I will. You made me bleed and tap out...you were the better man? Son, you're makin' yourself sound like you actually won the match by yourself last week, Crusher. I shall start correctin' you from the top; I did not tap out. I don't want a saga for the next month stretchin' out as to whether I did or not; 'cause ANYONE could see that I had passed out from the punishment, and that the referee STOPPED the match. I did NOT tap, nor did I scream the words confirmin' that I quit. While I'm in the mood of correctin' you...didn't you also say that you were the better man? How did you figure that, Crusher? By how I had you for the three count when I nailed you with the Down And Out but Enigma stopped the count? Or how The Fallen counted too slow for what should have been a 3 count from the Hypnosis? Hell, or even how you affiliated yourself with eight people in order to win the Titles and keep me down? Do they make a huge statement sayin' that you were the better man? The better coward, maybe, but sure as hell not the better man or competitor."

- An awesomely loud SMASH is heard, as Jones smashes the now empty Vodka bottle on the ground. The cigarettes seem to be what he is using to keep sanity though having drank a lot. James' black t-shirt no longer had a picture of him holding the Unified Titles, but instead of a bloodied image of him from some past fight. -

[ MANiAC ] "I don't know where I should list out the f*ckin' reasons as to why you should be nowhere near the Unified Ttiles or not. I mean, what's the goddamn point when you look at it? It's not like Crusher will even LISTEN to me. He is currently so wrapped up in his own affairs that what happens around him is irrelevant. He's the so-called "champion" now, so nothin' else in the world last year. He's damn the grand-slam Champion, right? Too bad he is nowhere near the first to be one. I myself have been one, but why the hell would I walk around with my head up my ass because of that? Perhaps because I have somethin' else to fall back on...somethin' that Crusher so dearly lacks -- ability. The ability to back himself out of a corner on his own. The ability to elevate the MCW into the WeWA's top-spot. Or indeed, he is not ABLE to cope with constant main-eventin'. That is why my estimation is that Scott Cross will take him back down to earth on Saturday night. Crusher will get a wake-up call anymore that this is the reality. That somehow, with aid of countless people, he is the Unified World Champion, yet he has absolutely NO idea how to deal with that pressure. HE, the MCW rookie, is the main man in this federation. Are we expected to believe that? I could write a book on the amount of people who are superior to him. Even the way he talks is inferior to most. Start the sentence on a high-tone and slowly fade to a lower tone. Mike Johnson must have had his head in his hands when he saw the onslaught from Damage INC and The Xtreme Team brought on me. No he was screamin' to himself. PLEASE...DON'T LET CRUSHER BECOME MY WORLD CHAMPION."

- Jones was hysterical now. The drink seems to be taking control of his body and mind, as he puts out a cigarette on the palm of his hand, wincing in pain, not fully sure WHY he was doing that. "Da Maniac" began screaming countless, but random insults, none of which were allowed on the Promo. He calmed down a titbit; enough to be able to collect his thoughts.

[ MANiAC ] "The show must go on, right? Somewhere at the end of this bleak, dark and depressin' tunnel, there is a light shinin' for me. BULLSH*T. I live not for the future, but for now, for what is right in front of me. I do not give a care in the world to a light that will one day shine down on me again. Until that day I shall forget about it completely and continue to battle on in the dark. Johnson has opened up his file on 'The Foes Of Maniac' and has decided that both Titanic and Enigma are two worthy competitors to take be on in a 3-Way Weapons Cage Match. The fact that a shot at the Canadian World Title is on the line means sweet f*ck all to me, and I'm sure the same can be said for Enigma. Though I cannot speak for him, I can say that it means nothin' to me 'cause it has no value comparin' it to the Unified Titles. The titles that I SALVAGED from the state that Dark Demon had left them in, just to be p*ssed on all over again from Crusher and his posse. The Canadian World Title signifies nothin' but inferiority. It is a shadow of what the Unified World Titles are worth. Which poses the question; why would Johnson put two of his main figures into this fight with Titanic? It is only then do I see the true purpose of this fight -- REVENGE. Leavin' Enigma aside for the moment, Titanic surely has got some price to pay for bein' part of the Damage INC/Xtreme Team/Crusher co-alition that allowed Crusher to become the Champion at my sake. Titanic, it was you who Chokeslammed the referee. Did that make you tough, huh? Does that make you out to be a tough-guy, 'cause you managed to chokeslam an official? You should pat yourself on the back, 'cause that's about all the people you're deemed to Chokeslam in your doomed, and pathetic career. Do you think anybody has ever cared for you Titanic? Whether you were with Xtreme Team or Minion, it didn't matter, nobody ever paid the least bit of attention to you. Why is that? Because you're a fake. You're a crowd follower. You take orders. From either Crusher, Cottonmouth King or Xstatic. And for what? I don't see the logic, Titanic. And yeah, perhaps it is my fault, but I'm inclined to veer towards you and point the finger at YOU. It's your fault that your career makes no damn sense. One minute you're Chokeslammin' the hell out of Minion, the next your huggin' him and savin' the world and it's Mother. Make a damn commitment and stick by it. I seem to have lost my trail of thought. Oh yeah; Titanic...to put it in the words of mine...you don't stand a f*ckin' chance."

[ MANiAC ] "...And how the hell could you? You don't know a damn thing about me, nor will you ever. The advanced few; those with the brain-power of a half-wit are the only ones who know at least a remote thing in association with me. People like you, who do not have a mind of their own, do not posses the brain power or indeed skills to work out who I am...what I can do, or more importantly for you in this case; WHAT I WILL DO TO YOU. It's no threat, Titanic, it's the damn reality. I hold you partly responsible for my loss of the Unified Titles, and by God there is a harsh, even unfair price for you to pay for that. I'm not like the opponents you have faced thus far in the MCW, those misfits, half of whom who could not spell their own name is asked on the spot. I'm quite different, even the opposite to them. I look at you Titanic, and I don't see anythin' that should bother me this Saturday Night. No, a simple Hypnosis could take care of you. It's the other obstacle that worries me."

- James' voice drifts off, as he investigates his cigarette box to find he only has one cigarette left. Anger and surprise come over the ex-Unified Champion in one great wave of emotion, as he slams his fist into the hard ground, regretting it immediately. He curses loudly, kissing the knuckles that are now red with pain. -

[ MANiAC ] "Enigma. I've said it before and yeah, I'll say it again; I don't understand. It is not like the situation that Titanic's, Enigma, as I know you're not a crowd follower who is influenced by others. But Halloween Horror V was evidence to me once more that you, similarly to me, are unstable and sometimes unable to control what happens around you and to you. Why was it that you first stopped the count that would have kept me with my Unified Titles, only to turn around and level Crusher, and hurriedly tell me to pin him? Maybe I'm missin' part of this whole equation, or maybe I'm tryin' to work out the wrong equation, or even still; maybe I'm usin' the wrong formula. But somethin' does not add up. The x's and y's do not balance. Enigma blows hot, Enigma blows cold, and leaves the rest of us that are in possession of half a brain rightfully confused. It's not common, nor logical, Enigma, but I'm not at liberty to point the finger at you and blame you. If you had gone and completely torn me apart last week durin' the fight, then I could, but as you did both help and stop me from winnin', I'm unsure at to what to do. I do not know what is FAIR. I saw your Promo, you're intelligent enough to listen to the right music. You also touched on somethin' that I found quite interestin'; Enigma and James Jones part III? You offered your services to me to take out the common enemy - the alliance of Damage INC, Xtreme Team and The Crusher. I thought about it a bit...I thought about it a lot, and one thing struck me; stability. You or I have never been known to be able to co-exist together. Initially, yes, but with time we grow aware of each other's presence and wonder just how trustworthy the other is. In sayin' that; I want you to come on screen, and say the words...utter them; that you CAN be trusted. If that is the case, and you manage to keep control of yourself, you and I will have some series issues to take of with the enemy. I respect you Enigma; in fact, I even like you a bit. Our alliance won't be as large as Crusher's get-together, but it sure as hell will be as dominant."

- "Da Maniac" gets to his feet, but is unable to, feeling dizzy. His legs refuse to move correctly in the right pattern, so James slumps back down to his knees again, breathing heavily. -

[ MANiAC ] "The re-birth of somethin' great is comin' for those who have paved the way for it. There SHALL be justice for all. Sometime."

- The drink is finally coming back to haunt the deranged James Jones, who falls over and begins to cough and splutter, puking up drink, food, and even chewed up tobacco. The cameraman turns away in disgust and hurriedly switches the camera off, leaving "Da Maniac" on his own to mend himself... -

STATIC.

It's late enough to go drivin''
And see what's mine.
That's a study of dying
How to do it right.
You're a holy roller
Get your bed in the loose.
If you're hanging around
I'm holdin' the noose.

Come a little bit closer
And get on tight
In a hurse rollin' over
Just a track in the line
Fuck it.

Come on, let's go drivin''
Come on, let's take a little ride
That's the study of dying
How to do it right.

"a song for the dead"

- Queens of the Stoneage

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