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Date Posted: 14:00:39 10/25/02 Fri
Author: James "Da Maniac" Jones
Subject: Perfection?

- Friday Night. The nights where many people go out and enjoy themselves, where they drink their sorrows away merrily. But not James Jones. No, "Da Maniac" thought that he was too good to hang with anyone, and thus has become an absolute loner. Friends are non-existent. Conversations on telephones quite rare. But Jones had no clue of the reality. As the camera opens with him walking down an alley, past two drunken homeless men, James breathes in the polluted air. His lungs cry out in protest, and James Jones lets out a long, meaningful sneeze. And another. James props his WWS World Title belt further up on his shoulder and walks on by the drunks without looking at them. He looks at his watch and let out a curse. He's late. Tonight's quite different for him. Twenty minutes previously he had received a call from his deranged son's Mother, Rachel Matson. The drug-addicted prostitute who Jones thought was out of his life had phoned, demanding that Jones sees her. At first James didn't want to see her. But as he thought about it, the more he ran away from her, the more difficult it would be for him to ever see his son Josh. Josh had turned six two weeks previously, but Jones did not even know it was his birthday. Some Dad, huh? Then again, maybe it's Rachel's fault. Jones tosses the thoughts out of his mind. Let's just get this over, he says to himself. He knows the camera is around, and knows also that he needs to be on his best behaviour with Rachel. The papers would make a meal out of things if it goes up in smoke. James rounds another corner, his hands dug comfortably into his pockets to protect them from the bitter cold. Jones needs to walk no further. Standing in front of him is Rachel, better known in the MCW as Rach herself. Jones walks up to her, and the two begin walking without talking for a moment. -

[ RACH ] "I didn't think you'd come."

[ MANiAC ] "I'm here, ain't I?"

[ RACH ] "Ouch, steady on there boy. Damn, someone's on their period today."

- James takes no notice, remembering to remain calm. He had to keep himself under control for the next while. It was vital to his already tainted reputation outside of the ropes. He looks at his Championship belts proudly, expecting Rach to say something, but she doesn't even seem to notice them. -

[ RACH ] "Josh was six the other week you know. He's getting big now. I didn't want to bring him...he's bad enough as it is."

- "Da Maniac" stops dead in his tracks. Now what the hell was she talking about? -

[ MANiAC ] "What do you mean; 'bad enough as it is'? Damn it Rachel, if I find out you're pullin' a fast one...I sweat to God, I'll..."

[ RACH ] "You'll what, huh? Beat me up? Treat me like shit? Do you wanna be a tough guy outside of the MCW as well, is that what you want James? I didn't mean anything by what I said a second ago, OK? Stop getting so paranoid."

- James grabs her by the arm, looking her dead-straight in her eyes. Looking for a hint, or even a flinch that she was lying or secretly keeping something from him. -

[ MANiAC ] "You meant somethin'; you can't lie to me."

[ RACH ] "Nevermind..."

- She is quite flustered looking already. This told James that she is lying or at least keeping something secret from him. For what reason he doesn't know. But something didn't seem right. -

[ MANiAC ] "What do you want anyway Rach? I've got more important things to be doin' than wastin' my time with you if all you're goin' to do is get me psyched up."

[ RACH ] "You're fighting The Fallen tomorrow night, and you want to train some more, that's what's more important, ain't it? That's more important than talkin' to your son's Mother who for some strange and bizarre reason is left to care for your son on her own? Sorry for wasting your time James."

[ MANiAC ] "I didn't mean it like that."

- Rach suddenly stops walking, and begins glaring angrily at James, her arms up in the air to show her anger even more. -

[ RACH ] "Oh and what did you mean then James? Wait, I don't want to hear it. I've had enough of your bullsh*t. I see you once in what...a blue moon? And everytime I come to you, wondering what to expect from you; I get the same treatment. As if I'm some sort of piece of dirt on the side of the street that you would like to avoid at all costs. Well damn it James, notice how it's always me who makes the calls, me who spends my money to come and look for you around the goddamned world. I've gone as far as Japan with little Josh just to catch up with you. But your life has moved on now, hasn't it? You don't give two sh*ts about my life. In fact; forget me...You don't give one sh*t about Josh's life, and yet you call him your son. Now that you're the Champ again in the MCW, everything else can go to hell, yeah? Me, Josh and those fans you once loved. You're so caught up in your own little world that you forget that you're in a far bigger and more important world. I bet you're not even taking in what I'm saying. You're standing there James with your mouth open, but you're mind ain't here. It's off in The Kohl Centre already, ahead of what you're doing tomorrow night with The Fallen in the Cage. You don't even realise you're doing this. It's like The Fallen said himself; 'It's all just a matter of time until you take the fall from grace'. But it's so true James. Sooner rather than later you're going to get your ass handed to you by somebody, and when all the success has been erased from beside your name; what then? Then do you come crawling back to Josh?"

[ MANiAC ] "I've always had my best interests at heart."

[ RACH ] "Which involve the MCW only."

[ MANiAC ] "SO WHAT?? Yeah; you're damn right. The MCW IS my life...it IS more important than you or the fans will ever be. Josh is an exception, but to everythin' else; I don't really care anymore. Bein' the nice guy that I once was got me absolutely nowhere. I was cheated. Time and time again I lost important matches because people took advantage of my laid-back attitude and approach. Well I changed Rachel. I changed a long time ago; and since then I've been highly successful. Better than you ever have been. You say you've had enough of my bullsh*t? Why not looked in the damned mirror before emptyin' your thoughts out to me? You've most definitely been no angel. I hope you don't forget; it was you who went and hid yourself, tryin' to get me framed for kipnappin' and murderin' you. Do you remember that? So don't come to me Rach and demand that I care about people that I don't know anythin' about. Josh is my son, but if ten kids were lined up and one of them was Josh, I wouldn't be able to pick him out. Do you understand that, Rach? I've never been given a chance to be a Father to Josh; so why the heck should I start now?"

- Rach is dumbfounded. Plain and simply. She never in her wildest dreams expected this to go against her. This was supposed to be her chance to give James her real thoughts about him. And now he had the audacity to blame her for things? -

[ RACH ] "You're so damn selfish you don't even realise it."

[ MANiAC ] "I realise that I'm not selfish Rachel, but instead; I'm quite realistic. Like you said yourself, Josh is six now, and to me I've seen him only a handle of times in those six years. I never saw his first step. Never heard his first word. Wasn't there at his first day of school. I know more of The Fallen than I do of my own f*cking son. And that's not my fault Rachel...THAT'S YOURS."

- That's enough for Rach to take. She swings her arm back and looks to slap James, but Jones grabs her arm, laughing and his eyes growing larger by the second. He lets go of her arm as she turns on her heel and walks off the way she came, her high-heels sounding loudly on the wet ground. James mockingly waves at her. -

[ MANiAC ] "Ciao for now, Rach."

- James knows this isn't the end of Rachel. In fact, if he knows her how well as he thinks he does; she should be in contact with him within the next week. This time I'm not to blame, James convinces himself. He looks around to notice that the camera is still there, filming him. Angrily he sits down on the damp grass and stares at the camera, knowing to cut a Promo now would get rid of them quicker. -

[ MANiAC ] "And so Fallen the time draws ever so closer. What I said to Rach a little while earlier was true. I know you better than I know my own son. Don't get uncomfortable; unfortunately from my point of view I don't know you that well to know exactly what to expect from you. A couple of old, dusty UWA tapes and tapes of both your MCW fights are all I have to go on. I'll be genuinely honest with you; I do not expect to walk into the fight and just by turnin' up be guaranteed a win. Despite what you may have falsely accused me of; I do not have a superiority complex. I do not, nor have I ever possessed an ego. Confidence I have; but if you lack self-confidence; you shall never get to that mountain peak. Fallen, you think so lowly of me that I'm beginnin' to become almost depressed by it. Am I really that bad? Surely you've made a grave mistake? Surely I'm a nice guy behind it all?"

- Everyone knows James Jones doesn't mean a word of what he just said. This is proved as Jones throws his head back and laughs, not realising that the rain is even there, falling down on his face like ice. -

[ MANiAC ] "At times I crack myself up. But the jokes end tomorrow night. Can't you see that, Fallen? There is nothin' fun or excitin' about a Cage fight with the Unified Champion. These matches are the ones that many's a person has had nightmares about. You don't appear to be one of them. In which leads to my next realisation; despite your words of the Fall and all that comes with it, you've got a helluva lot of guts. Too many, some may say, but I'm sure you'll agree with me one this one -- you can NEVER have too many guts. That said; bein' brave never won anythin' for anybody in the past, and it won't help you in any way tomorrow night. With you realisin' it - you're doomed to failure. Forget about Scott Cross and keep 100% focus on me. 'Cause before you can ever get to Scotty, you first have to survive the hellacious head-on collision that you shall experience with me. Some of your words amused me. The fact that you said I have yet to fight any of these 'new flock'. I've taken on Xstatic and Xtreme, and beaten them. The others, no, I have not beaten, but judgin' on their track record to date, I'd be quite confident of havin' the capabilities to defeat them. You must be thinkin' of someone differently, however, if you think that I have a large and over-inflated ego. I don't have an ego. What I have instead is the general cop-on to KNOW in my heart and soul that three quarters of this MCW roster are not fit to take me out. If that in your eyes makes me have an ego; then I'm sorry I come across that way to you."

- "Da Maniac" takes the MCW World Title belt off his shoulder and puts it onto his laps, stroking it with love and passion, the gold off that and the WWS World Title belt the only source of light around. -

[ MANiAC ] "You're a mystery to me though, Fallen. I can't quite figure you out. Is there a point in you bein' here? This Fall that you talk about baffles me. Maybe it's 'cause I haven't experienced it and don't vouch on doin' so either. Somethin' about you though really mystifies me. It's how you act as a whole. As if you were a dead person in a body that was capable of talkin'. It really makes my brain race and think about you as a whole. To me you seem so inhuman it's almost unreal. And then the attitude you possess. The vicious hate cycle that you're on. You claim that I think I'm perfection. I must ask...How? How the hell do you know what perfection IS? There is no such thing in this world. Drugs, crime, violence, poverty all take from the word. In which case confuses me even further. Who the hell brought this word of perfection into existence? There is no such thing as perfect in this world. Good, even very good, but not perfect. Even Bill Gates, with all his billions, does not enjoy a perfect life. There are flaws everywhere in life. To go back to my point - Why are you so hell bent on rantin' about how I believe that I am the perfection? Never once have I called myself supreme. Dominant, perhaps. Dangerous, undoubtedly. But never once have I made even the slightest hint of a mention about bein' perfect. Where you got your detestation of me I don't think I shall ever know. But one thing's for sure...You've pissed on my name long enough. Tomorrow night, if there's one thing I do this whole year; it's to prove to you and the world that I am better. Not perfect...not supreme, but better. Better than you Fallen. It's hard for you to admit; even impossible, and I don't blame you for that. If you admitted straight-up that you knew you were goin' to lose; there would be no point in you bein' here. Instead you hide behind lies and try to hide your true feelin's. Well I'll reveal them tomorrow night...The Hypnosis will reveal them. And yeah..."

[ MANiAC ] "...Maybe then shall there be justice for all."

- James Jones gets up off his soaked behind and stretches his limbs out. He is all stiffened from how he sat on the wet grass. James grabs the MCW World Title and puts it around his free shoulder, taking a glance up the direction that Rach had gone earlier. It's her fault, he keeps telling himself. She's to blame, not me. But why was she so private about Josh's well-being? -

STATIC.

The coldest shoulder cast in metal
Frozen to the bone
To rely on hook, line and sinker
What a sinker
Sinking like a stone
You'd be better off alone
She saw me on the television underneath the sun
Thought that I was warm like mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I don't long to belong.

Cold, been excommunicated 'cos I'm cold
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better

I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new
Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru
Me, I haven't got a clue
But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
Bigger than you hurt
Don't you know that love is work

Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
And Capricorn is rising yes I'm cold
Listened to my old Nockles
Hoped that it would warm the cockles

You can't fight the fear you can't, this is the road you're on
You don't belong to me you don't belong to any one
Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
Will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs
When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead
In the flood with my blood I can hold you

Cold, been excommunicated 'cos I'm cold
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better

Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
There'll be no comprimising, cold, cool, cold
Stone cold
Stone cold

Cold
Cold
Cold.

"cold"

- Tears For Fears

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