CHARACTERS IN RP:






CLAYTON PARIS:
He's bummed out man....

Clayton described James Shark as he stood on top of the stage in front of a few hundred fans and media reporters outside of the Confidence Gym & Training Center in Brooklyn New York. It was James Shark's gym, and right now Clayton was addressing the fans on how James Shark was.

Both James and his trainer Clayton received a bunch of emails and mail from the start of the week, all of them regarding James Shark not being booked on SCW's Climax Control card.

The two of them weren't wondering why people made such a big deal about it, because in their mind, it was a big deal.

CLAYTON PARIS:
What you guys have to understand about James Shark is that he’s a very emotional person.

People began to smirk and look around at each other. Clayton chuckled at their reactions, and continued onwards.

CLAYTON PARIS:
Ya, believe it or not, he is. He’ll kill me for saying it, but it’s the truth. His emotions are always running high, whether it’s him being really angry or him being really happy, he’s just a very emotional person. When he's really angry, you'll find him keeping to himself, not talking to anyone, and just being very "alone", where as when he's in a really good mood, that's when you'll see him being an asshole, talking smack, picking on people or being very hyper.

Clayton cleared his throat before continuing.

CLAYTON PARIS:
When the news broke out that he wasn't going to be on the card, he was just pissed off, he was hurt man, he felt like he just got slapped in the face. He was in that mood set where he was just keeping to himself... I advised him to go see Brooklyn Carter, he did and right now he's doing good, but he's still bummed out, earlier today he just got back from visiting her, I think she's helped him a lot throughout this, but he's just really angered by the SCW as a whole.

REPORTER:
Do you think he will leave the SCW? Many times in the past he has just terminated his contract with a company and just left without any discussions or negotiations.. James Shark kind of has a habit for leaving companies when feeling disrespected.

CLAYTON PARIS:
Right, he does have that history, and I'll tell you guys right now, that when James Shark got the news about the Climax Control Preview, and he didn't see his name, he looked right at me and said "One more f'ing chance, that's all I'm giving them".

REPORTER:
One more chance as in he's leaving if they do something like this again?

Clayton nodded his head, as soon as he confirmed it, many pictures were snapped his way.

CLAYTON PARIS:
It's not only that, but he's really just not enjoying SCW as a whole, He feels like nobody wants to face him, he feels like he calls people out and they avoid him, and he feels like he deserved to be on this card more than people like Hope Heelcum or people like Argento.

Another reporter rose.

REPORTER:
Why does SCW even get another chance? What is the reason for James even staying in an indy promotion when he could be winning in a mainstream promotion?

Clayton nodded his head, that was a very good question. People have been wondering why James was in the SCW since the beginning.

CLAYTON PARIS:
Your right, James Shark shouldn’t even be in SCW right now. Look, SCW is an indy promotion, we all know that. It’s one of the best indy promotions out there though, actually… forget I said that, SCW is the BEST indy promotion period. They get a ton of contracts and support every single day and they’re just off-the-roof popular with the wrestling fans. SCW is known to be the most talked about indy promotion, and hell, it’s even as popular as some of the mainstream, pay per view type wrestling promotions. However, at the end of the day, it’s still indy.

People nodded their heads agreeing with Clayton.

CLAYTON PARIS:
James Shark comes from the best companies in the world, he’s beaten the baddest and most dangerous men out there, he’s won titles, he’s ended people’s streaks, James has just done a lot. The only reason he joined SCW, was because of his match with Rage. He was supposed to be signed onto a ONE match contract, but because the SCW felt as though he didn’t deserve Rage, and James wanted to make the match happen so badly, they signed him onto a new contract, and James took on Rage in his second match. So now that he took on Rage, and his purpose of coming to SCW is now complete, some can ask, ok, so now what? Why is James Shark still in SCW? Well I’ll tell you why, he told me this the other day. It’s because of Brooklyn Carter.

Many hands got raised as soon as people heard the reason, but Clayton began to shake his head.

CLAYTON PARIS:
I'm not here to discuss their relationship, and I won't, so if any of these questions are about James or Brooklyn, you can ask either of them that on your own time.

Many hands were put down when Clayton said that, but a few still remained up, Clayton picked one out of the bunch, and it was a new reporter that rose.

REPORTER:
James is not the only person that wasn't booked... even the Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones wasn't booked... and he-

CLAYTON PARIS:
If you don't remember, James Shark called out Nick Jones in the supercard, we have still gotten no responses from Nick. Nick could've had a match this week, and it could've been against James.

REPORTER:
Well do you think it's fair to have James get a title shot after only two matches?

Clayton rolled his eyes, you could tell it was a question he heard a lot. He tired to hide how irritated he looked from the question.

CLAYTON PARIS:
James Shark has two wins, okay, we understand that, and we get that, but the guy has done everything he said he was going to do. He had probably one of the best debuts in the HISTORY of the SCW. He not only talked a whole bunch of smack to his opponents, but he backed it up, and won his match, and if that wasn’t enough, he took out Rage after Rage’s match, the former SCW Heavyweight Champion, AND IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, James Shark went onto the Supercard, in only his second SCW match and KNOCKED OUT the former SCW Heavyweight Champion, and then what? He doesn’t get put on the card? There’s people on that card that don’t deserve to be on it, there’s people on that card that could’ve been replaced by James Shark. Like look at the Main Event! Argento got knocked out silly by James, yet he's in the Main Event and James isn't? Come on... don't go questioning what James Shark deserves just because of "two" wins, because those two wins have been more impressive than Nick Jones last two outings.

As soon as Clayton made that comment, many people frowned their faces.

REPORTER:
How could you say that? Did Nick Jones not impress you with his match against Spike?

Clayton shook his head.

CLAYTON PARIS:
It was impressive, but the match of the night was Shark vs Rage. You can agree to disagree, but I wouldn't be surprised if Nick agreed with me. There's a reason he didn't take this match, he's scared. Nick can make all the excuses in the world, he can say James Shark is this, James Shark is that.... but the fact of the matter is, Nick Jones is still a champion in an indy company, and James has a WORLD title shot next month in the return of NLWF.

Some reporters could've turned this into a debate, but there wasn't much to argue about what Clayton was saying.

REPORTER:
Why is James.... taking this so hard? Why couldn't he just take the week off in peace like the other stars and just relaxed... maybe treated it like a vacation?

Clayton laughed.

CLAYTON PARIS:
You guys really don't know James Shark huh?

Everyone looked at each other with a confused face.

CLAYTON PARIS:
Look, James Shark takes his career and his matches very seriously, he’s a guy that loves to stay active. He doesn’t like taking a week off or anything like that, he likes to have matches every week to remain active and to remain on top of his game. He loves this sport, and he can talk all the shit he wants about training and about wrestling, but at the end of the day, he busts his ass off in the gym to break his foot up his opponents ass, and he loves doing it. So to tell this guy that he has to wait fourteen days? That gets to him, it really does. When the supercard was announced, James Shark was crazy excited about his match with Rage, but when he found out he had to wait fourteen days to take Rage out, that bothered him, it bothered him a lot, so you can only imagine how he feels now. Now they’re telling him he has to wait another fourteen days?

It was quiet for a while. There was a long awkward silence and it seemed as though this conference was over with due to everyone not having any more question to ask, but then, suddenly, one more person rose up.

REPORTER:
Before the card was made, many were anticipating to see Casey Williams vs James Shark on this card, the two have been going at it on twitter for quite some time now... any news on that match happening next week?

Clayton drew a smirk on his face.

CLAYTON PARIS:
Listen... I know just as much as you guys. James believes that the match will be booked next week, but I can tell you that if the match happens... he will get embarrassed. Casey is not ready for James Shark, Casey does not deserve to face James Shark, and James only wants to make this match because he HATES Casey, and I mean HATE.

Clayton nodded his head agreeing with his own statement.

CLAYTON PARIS:
James has had a bunch of rivalries and a bunch of men that he's had twitter wars with or backstage altercations but I have never known someone he hated more than Casey. It's weird because all of this is just from tweets... but he just hates the guy. James Shark spends most of his day thinking about how much he dislikes Casey. Every hour or so, no matter what he's doing, he'll comment on Casey, make fun of him, and just talk about the ass whooping that he's going to put on him.

REPORTER:
Is it safe to say Casey is in his head?

Clayton nodded his head.

CLAYTON PARIS:
Yup, but not in a bad way... James is annoyed by Casey. He feels as though Casey's trash talk is equivalent to that of a 12 year old, and that Casey shouldn't be making claims that he will beat Shark. He's insulted that Casey believes that he can pull up a win, and he just can't wait to shut the guy up.

 I honestly didn't know what the fuck just happened. I got bitch slapped, bitch-fucking-slapped, and then kissed, kissed not once but I think twice? I kinda chuckled for a moment touching my lips and looking over at Brooklyn who was pretty much just chilling in the passenger seat.

While she was talking I had things that I wanted to say, and respond to, but after the slap and kisses, I was kinda lost and had to retrack what Brooklyn was saying before. Her emotions were clearly all over the place right now, and I really didn't know if that made things easier for me to tell her, or harder, but either way it had to be done.

I began to erase the slap and the kisses from my memory, I had to get serious. I truely cared about her and I had to respect the girl right now and tell her what was up.

James Shark: Look Brookz... I could say I'm sorry for leaving you in the parking lot, but you just said you didn't care about that. I also heard you say that baby isn't gonna grow up with a father, and I don't know if that was because of the comment I made to you, but if it was? I want you to know that the comment I made that night was fucking bullshit.

I nodded my head looking right at her.

James Shark: I was angry... I guess I let my anger get to me, and I said something that was complete bullshit. I can't call it anything else Brookz, it was just bullshit.

I sighed...

James Shark: Ignoring you on twitter, and all that wasn't what I wanted either. I wanted to talk to you that same night but... we both had big matches and... it's not that I put you before my match....well I did but... fuck...

I just couldn't get my words out with her. One minute I was cool, the next I was nervous again.

James Shark: Look... I'm not even mad, but you got every reason to be mad. Like I said, I didn't want to ignore you, but I guess it was a good thing, cause during that time I just got to realize that we ain’t got anyone to blame but ourselves. We both got the blame, like sure me trash talking you months back had to do with you talking shit behind my back but I get it… misunderstood or not, I get it. You were angry, you just got pregnant with me and I guess… I wasn’t exactly the kind of guy you wanted to get pregnant with but…

Okay now you just sound pathetic. Fucking Shark, cut the bullshit and just get what you want to say off your chest.

James Shark: .....Just know that… I want everything to do with you and that baby. I want this.

I grabbed her hand with both of mine and smiled at her.

James Shark: I want…. Us.

So you go from pathetic to even more pathetic? Jesus. I told myself every fucking time. This girl brought that soft side out of me. I meant every word though, and If I got rejected, well I guess that was karma.

 I didn't know what I was doing when I got onto that flight boarding to LA. When I heard about the "Dream Chaserz" being locked up, I didn't really care. I started to care when I heard... she was locked up.

We obviously had to talk, and I had to get something off my chest. Something I had been hiding for two months now.

Ignoring her on twitter and not responding to her calls was hard as hell, and she probably thought I hated her, if only she knew that was the complete opposite about how i felt for her.

I was set on talking to her right after Conduct, but I guess I pussied out and told myself "tomorrow". Kinda funny... James Shark, baddest nigga on the planet, not only catching feelings for a girl but also pussying out of something? Ya... weird.

When I dm'd Dana on twitter, I asked her for the jail location where Brooklyn was being held. As I looked at the GPS system on my car, I noticed I had a few minutes before reaching the jail. Before bailing them out I could at least get an idea of how I would start off, an idea of what I would say and how I would say it.

As I stopped my car due to a red light, I noticed HER crossing the street. Now at first I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me, but I kept staring at her, and it was her. Luckily there were no cars behind me. I quickly drove backwards and reversed my car. The wheels made a screeching noise onto the road causing Brooklyn to notice me. I quickly parked my car on the side of the road right in front of her. As I took a quick peek at her I could tell she really couldn't believe her eyes.

I rolled down the window but then just decided to lean towards the passenger door, opening it. I looked over at Brooklyn who stood frozen.

Nervous as FUCK, I finally spoke out to her for the first time since the news broke out.

James Shark: Please get in.

 

Tokyo, Japan
Monday September 17th 2012
11:45 PM

You know… for the first time in my life, I knew how my opponent felt. For the very first time, I knew how Rage felt, because right now? Right now I was angry. Right now I was furious. As I drove down the streets in Tokyo I didn’t care for anyone around me. I didn’t care for the families and friends walking down the sidewalk or the pedestrians crossing the streets. I ran a few red lights, and I almost ran into a few cars in the process. Fuck everyone’s safety and wellbeing, because right now, I didn’t even care about MY OWN safety or wellbeing.

The news that I just heard completely ruined my night, and it may have even ruined my preparation for Rage. The news that I just heard may have just cost me my match…

The most fucked up part about it all, was that tonight was supposed to be a chill night. Tonight was supposed to be me relaxing. Last night I flew down here in Tokyo with Brooklyn Carter, and tonight was just supposed to be my night to keep to myself and relax.

Of course… it didn’t turn out that way. As I was in my hotel room getting ready to watch a movie, it was Brooklyn Carter who messaged me asking me why I hadn’t invited her, from there I picked her up to bring her back to my hotel room, but we ended up going to a restaurant instead. We had our laughs, we had a good time, we enjoyed each other’s company just like we always did, and then

BAM!

After the restaurant, the new broke out:

“Hi James, my name is Brooklyn Carter, the girl you secretly have a huge crush on, and I would just like to inform you that about two months ago, your semen came inside my vagina, and therefore I am now pregnant with your child. I know I’m pretty late on telling you, but hey, better late than never, what should we name it??”

Now of course she didn’t say it that way, but regardless It pissed me off. It really did.
Then on top of that, she said that she didn’t tell me about the baby because she didn’t want me apart of her life? That she didn’t think me fathering the baby was a good idea? Why? What the fuck did I do? Because I blasted her with insults in front of the whole world?? Well I had EVERY reason to be angry.

Two months ago we started hanging out and becoming real good friends, and then

BAM

behind my back, I heard Brooklyn talking the barest shit about me to her friend Dana. I had enough sources and enough trust behind those sources to know that It wasn’t bullshit, so ya, I blasted her, and I did it the only way I knew how.

Trash Talk Royalty.

Now I could’ve talked to her and confronted her, I could’ve gone up to her and said “I heard this and that, is this true?” But why? So she could act fake about it? So she could possibly lie? I thought I could trust her, but after what I heard her say about me, that was it, everything I thought about her turned out to be a complete fucking lie.

After the trash talk, Brooklyn quit ASWF, the company we were both apart of, she changed her phone number, and she just tried to completely disappear from my life.

I did nothing wrong, I did nothing to her. When that happened I always tried my best to try and figure out what her reasons were for talking her smack behind my back, but I couldn’t find any explanation. It could have been because the ASWF Commissioner had targeted me, and to piss me off, he booked me and Brooklyn against each other. The match never happened because she quit, but even before she quit I had told her countless times that I didn’t want to face her, and that we would think of something and everything would be okay.

She really had NO reason to try and pin the blame on me. She really had NO reason to not tell me about that baby. She really had NO reason to say the things that she said behind my back.

I treated her real fucking good, but yet, I was the bad guy right? Just like I was all the time right? James Shark, the bad guy in all fucking situations right?? NO, not right. It was fucking BULLSHIT.

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

I had to keep my eye on the road more, I had almost ran into another car, as a matter of fact, it was because I was on the wrong side of the lane for a moment. I took a few deep breathes and tried my best to keep my cool.

I could just hear a bunch of cars honking me. As I tried to keep my cool, I noticed that I had just run another red light, however it didn’t matter now. I had already arrived back to the hotel.

It was official… now the streets of Tokyo were safe again…

As I drove the car down into the underground garage parking of the hotel, I parked the rental car into my provided parking space, and I just sat there. The car was parked, the car was turned off, but I just sat there.

It was then that I noticed I wasn’t even wearing my seat belt the whole entire time. Again I took a deep breath and sighed.

I like Brooklyn. I did, I liked her more than a lot of things.

It was so fucking weird, it was so fucking weird that not only did I like Brooklyn… but I almost hated her too. I almost hated her because she brought the “soft” side out of me. She always seemed to bring out a side of me, that I never really thought I had, a side of me that nobody probably expected me to have.

Sitting here in my rental car I just began to think about things…

I’m James Shark. The guy who is supposed to not give a FLYING FUCK about anything or anyone, it’s always been that way. I was the guy who was laid back, I was the guy who just didn’t care. Brooklyn was just one girl. I was the player, the ladies’ man, Mr. Steal your girl, the guy who just got all the woman.

Why was this ONE girl on my mind so much?

I already knew the answer to the question I asked myself. Ever since I met Brooklyn, I’ve always kept a secret about my feelings towards her. Every time her name was brought up to me, I always played things off and pretended as if she was nothing but a friend to me, but deep down inside, I did like her… like her a lot.

Even when we were angry at each other and we stopped talking for that month and a half, I never really could keep my mind off of her. Things weren’t the same, things went back to the way things were BEFORE I met Brooklyn, and I just realized that I liked the way things were WHEN I met her.

I guess I never really did a good job at hiding those feelings because I would always be asked the same question.

“Do you like Brooklyn more than a friend?”

I hated that question with a passion. I always responded with a simple….

“No.”

I was James Shark. Everyone knew me as that guy who pretty much had any choice of who he wanted when it came to girls. I hated that question because I kind of felt ashamed of people realizing or knowing that I had a thing for Brooklyn.

Me being ashamed had nothing to do with her. Me being ashamed came from the fact that people would realize I had a thing for JUST ONE girl. It had nothing to do with her, but It just had everything to do with me and what I was known for. I guess it came down to protecting my rep again…

Sure I had countless ex-girlfriends and even an ex-wife, but everyone knew my history with my relationships. Only ONE of my relationships ended with the girl breaking up with me. That girl was my other baby momma, that girl was former IWF Diva Karly Zedic.

Karly broke up with me back in 2009. I was rising to top in the NLWF, the fame started to get to me, I was the #1 contender to their Junior Heavyweight Championship, and I was out partying and doing my own thing. She broke up with me because I stopped giving her attention, but other than her, ALL my relationships ended the exact same way.

1.James Shark and Girl catch feelings for one another.
2.James Shark and Girl move in with each other.
3.James Shark cheats on Girl.
4.James Shark dumps and humiliates Girl.

Because I was so ashamed with wondering what people would think about me falling for “just one girl” part of me wanted to always go “Fuck it”, stop calling Brooklyn, stop texting Brooklyn, move on to the next one, call a few bitches, have a few one night stands, and be done with it, but I couldn’t.

I always managed to text the girl saying stuff like “I miss you, when could I see you again”, and whenever we did meet up, she always talked to me about the guy I was known as, she always questioned my sweet talk and always wondered if it was the same thing I would say to the other girls. I was always honest with the girl and told her it wasn’t.

And I never really knew what attracted me to her so much, but whenever I thought about it, I guess it was always because she reminded me so much of myself.

Confident.
Bad.
Straight Up.
Talented.
Out-Spoken.

There were many other quality traits about her that just reminded me of myself. We both had so much in common, we both liked doing the same things, we both acted the same way in most situations, we both were always ourselves around each other.
But the whole Rep thing didn’t matter anymore when it came to Brooklyn. As time went on I didn’t care about it anymore, it became a thing where she was truly a girl I did care about.

It was funny because I was the first one to crack jokes at these guys who were all “lovey-dovey”, I called them whipped, I called them soft, I made fun of them and their girl, and now here I found myself… having the same thoughts they probably had for the girl they fell for.

And again… it didn’t seem to bother me.

What bothered me was what I said to her a few minutes ago, what bothered me was the secret she kept from me. I guess we were both in the wrong. She was wrong for not telling me about her pregnancy sooner, and I was wrong for saying what I said.
I said something that was completely untrue. I told her right to her face that I had wanted nothing to do with her, or our baby.

That was complete bullshit.

If I had known that I had gotten another girl pregnant, call it weird, but I would want it to be Brooklyn Carter. Deep down inside… I was happy she had my baby.

The only problem was… I felt betrayed.

As that thought came into mind, I began to think what she was doing right now, I began to think what she felt like right now. Then the more I began to think about her and what happened earlier, it led me to ask myself something…

“Did I just leave this girl stranded in a parking lot?”

I quickly reached into my pocket, pulling out my cell phone. I realized that I had a bunch of missed calls. I didn’t bother seeing who they were from, assuming that they were all from Brooklyn. I quickly hit number “2” on my speed dial list.

*Tap Tap Tap*

Startled, I jumped out of my seat. Someone had tapped the car window right beside me. I dropped my phone due to me jumping and looked over to see Latoya Banks. She had her jacket on and was commanding me to roll down the window.

Latoya was one of my child hood friends. She was a part of the Swag Team, she was a part of the group of men and women I trained with, and for a moment, I forgot all about them. I forgot that they were staying in the same hotel suite that I was.

I took a moment to catch my breath before rolling down the window. She flashed me a smile.

Latoya Banks: I was just about to hop into my rental car and go looking for you. You weren’t answering your cell, Brooklyn wasn’t answering her cell… I got worried… we got worried. You said you guys were coming back here to watch the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, so I was wondering what was taking you guys so long.

I nodded my head slowly. I wanted to speak out and try to make it sound like everything was cool, but I couldn’t do that right now, I couldn’t hide my emotions right now. I just couldn’t do it. I bent over and picked up my cell phone that fell in between my feet, as I picked it up, I realized that the call never went through. Latoya looked over at the empty passenger seat and frowned her face when she noticed Brooklyn wasn’t with me.

Latoya Banks: Oh… um… where’s Brooklyn?

I hesitated for a moment, not really knowing how to respond… not really even wanting to respond, I just shrugged my shoulders.

James Shark: I don’t know man…

Latoya raised her eye brows playfully at me.

Latoya Banks: Man?

She frowned her face again and for a good few seconds, there was just awkward silence. She was staring at me hard, and knowing me for so long, she just knew something was up.

Latoya Banks: James talk to me… what’s wrong, did something happen?

I shook my head, unwilling to explain to her what went down. Of course Brooklyn probably told Dana and her crew, but I wasn’t that type of person. When shit hit the fan, I wanted to keep to myself. I guess that was another thing people didn’t know about James Shark. I guess I was just a sensitive person.

James Shark: Nothing happened… I’m just.. chilling here.

Latoya nodded her head smiling, trying to make fun of me.

Latoya Banks: Wow, chilling here…. In an empty parking garage, that sounds like fun. No music playing, no bitches in the backseat, no Brooklyn Carter, but you’re keeping it real right? Haha

She giggled and reached down into the car, rubbing my shoulder.

Latoya Banks:  Okay so you don’t want to talk about it?

I didn’t shake my head or shrug my shoulders, this time I just kept my attention in front of me. I didn’t even make eye contact with her.

James Shark: Talk about what? Nothing happened.

She shrugged. She obviously didn’t believe me, but then again, who would? I obviously wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding how I felt right now.

Latoya Banks:  Well since everything is cool and nothing happened, mind if I chill here with you?

I sighed now, I kind of tried to stop myself from letting that one out, as it was just another clue to show that I wasn’t feeling well, but it kind of just let itself out.

James Shark: Do whatever you want…

Latoya Banks:  Okay!

She quickly responded and began to walk around the rental car. She opened the door to the passenger seat and sat down. Since she opened the door, the lights turned on, and as she sat down, she was almost frozen. I began to wonder why the “talkative” Latoya wasn’t saying anything or why she didn’t close the door, but as I turned towards her I could see that her jaw was dropped open.

Her eyes nice and wide and her mouth continuing to stay open, this girl was truly shocked about something, and she was looking right at me.

Latoya Banks:  Holy shit… James!? were you crying!!??

Now my heart started to beat. “She better be fucking joking” I thought to myself, I raised my eyebrows then turned my direction over to the mirror that hung in front of me. I could see that my eyes were red and that my cheeks had dried up tear marks on them. To make matters even worse, a tear dropped from my right eye. I was still tearing.

I didn’t know how to respond to Latoya, because I didn’t even realize I was tearing. I never been in a situation like this. All I could do now was wipe the tears off of my face.

The last time I “teared”… the last time I “cried”… they were both around the time when I was ten years old when I was living out on the streets with no food, no family, no shelter.

And now here I was…. Twenty four fucking years old, balling my eyes out, over what? Some girl?

Well now… if it wasn’t so clear cut before, now it was just obvious that Brooklyn wasn’t just… “some girl” to me.

If only my haters could see me now. If only Rage could see me now, if only Ronny, Parker, Vista, ALL my haters and the people that had animosity towards me could see James Shark now…..

Tokyo, Japan
Hotel
9:47 AM
Tuesday September 19th 2012

*Knock Knock Knock*

Jumping out of my bed I raced out of my room and past the kitchen and into the door that was the entrance to my hotel suite. As the door continued to knock I quickly opened it.

However… it wasn’t who I expected it to be. It wasn’t who I wanted it to be.

Room Service: Oh hello, yes we have breakfast for you, special guest to our hotel so you can choose in menu and I bring for you okay?

The Asian woman handed me a menu but I didn’t take it. I slammed the door in her face and put my back up against the door. I thought it would be Brooklyn. Brooklyn came by last night a few hours after our confrontation. She came by to the hotel, she knocked on the door, but I didn’t want to answer it.

I didn’t want her to see my face, I didn’t want anyone to see what Latoya saw, for some fucking reason, last night, my eyes kept tearing up, and it was really bugging me.

What a fucking crybaby.

Seriously, I wasn’t supposed to be acting like that, I wasn’t making noises or really “crying” but it was just that my eyes wouldn’t stop leaking. It was just out of my control. I could still hear her voice in my head from last night.

“James if your there please open up”

I was there, I just couldn’t open the door. I stood in front of the door as she was knocking last night, looking through the hole, looking right at her, but I just couldn’t open the door. Shortly after, I got a voicemail on my phone that I just replayed probably over a dozen times.

As a matter of fact… I felt like replaying it right now.

I reached down into my pocket… yes my pocket, last night I was just a wreck, hell I was still a wreck, I didn’t bother changing my clothes before going to bed. Right now, I was still wearing the same clothes I wore last night, hell, I still even had my shoes on.
Pulling out my phone, I went into the saved messages, and played Brooklyn’s voicemail again.

“I knew you would decline my call, I don’t know if you we’re in your room but I came by to talk to you. You have every reason to be mad at me James and I am sorry, but you have to understand why I didn’t directly come to you and tell you. You made me look like I was the scum of the earth and do you really think I wanted to tell the man who called me all sorts of names and made harsh jokes about me that he was going to be the father of my child, Shark I truly care for-“

I just began to think about all the trash talk I laid out on her, it just made me think about the shit she said behind my back, but then again, when she squashed the beef with me, she told me that I was misunderstood, that she never meant what she said, that she was just angry. She never told me what she was so angry about, but at the same time, I just realized we were both wrong.

I couldn’t stay mad at the girl, and right now, she was probably thinking I was mad at her. She was probably thinking that’s why I didn’t answer the door or answer her calls. I wasn’t mad at her, I was disappointed with her. That was it, and although I was disappointed with her, it didn’t change the feelings I had towards her.

Taking another deep breathe, I looked around my hotel suite. Broken bottles, broken everything. Latoya had walked me back up to my hotel suite and as soon as I was alone, I just broke everything in sight. The television in my room was busted up, the picture frames that were on the wall were torn, everything was just destroyed.

James Shark: Jeez Shark…

I shook my head at myself and head over to the kitchen. I was looking for a drink, I didn’t feel like eating, but I felt like drinking. On the fridge I found a note. Curious as to who it was from or what it was doing in my room, I quickly went over to it, and grabbed it.

Right off the bat I could see that it was from my trainer Clayton. His sloppy hand writing gave it away.

Shark,
We’re over at the coliseum promoting your match with Rage, and remember that’s why we’re here. We’re all the way in Tokyo BECAUSE of your match with Rage. We can’t lose focus now. Latoya told me you had a rough night, try to pull through and get your mind back where it’s supposed to be. Please don’t do anything stupid, and please try to avoid speaking to Brooklyn. I’ll tell you why as soon as we get back to the hotel, or you can call us, but please please please avoid talking to that girl… at least for now.

We’ll be back at around 1:00 to pick you up for your ESPN Interview. Take care,
-Clayton

I tore the piece of paper off of the fridge and crumpled it up before tossing it in the trash can. I began to think about Latoya and wondered what she told the guys and girls about me. I wondered if she told them about those tears she saw in my eyes. How fucking embarrassing if she did.

Regardless, I knew that wasn’t me. The whole tearing, the whole getting mad over stupid things, the whole overreacting and stuff like that… it all wasn’t me. This whole week I haven’t been myself. It wasn’t just last night, it was this whole week, scratch that, it was this whole week and a half.

Since Wednesday of last week, I wasn’t myself.

It wasn’t even really the Brooklyn situation that was making me different, sure, the news about Brooklyn made my temper even worse, but this was all really SCW’s fault. As I looked around my hotel suite and looked around at the damages, I blamed it all on SCW.

I had never, ever… in my life, wanted to punch somebody in the face more than my opponent Rage.

For someone to tell me I had to wait fourteen days to do that, it pissed me off, and it really irritated the hell out of me. A good example of this was me snapping on Vista. Vista Kills made a joke about me being on her pussy, I joked with the girl all the time, and the moment she cracked one on me I snapped on her. Now that was just stupid.

All this week, I just wasn’t myself. All this week, I just couldn’t keep calm. For the first two days, I was cool, I was myself, but after those two days since Climax, I’ve just wanted nothing more than to get into the ring with Rage and shut him up once and for all.

The delay was killing me, and the news about Brooklyn, made things that much worse for me.

Tokyo, Japan
Ariake Coliseum
12:30 PM
Tuesday September 19th 2012.

The scene opened right outside of the Tokyo Coliseum. This was where the heavily anticipated showdown between Rage and James Shark would take place. Outside of the coliseum was Clayton Paris, Shark’s trainer, and members of the Swag Team as they huddled around Clayton who was standing in front of a podium.

Around Clayton and the team was a group of fans and media reporters. None of them were American except for a few of the media reporters. The majority of these people were from right here in Tokyo, so of course, beside Clayton was a translator.

Clayton Paris: Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen… as you all may know, I’m James Shark’s head trainer and I’ll be representing Shark this morning as he will not be joining us.

The people around them took nothing but pictures as they listened to what the translator spoke out.

Clayton Paris: Now… ever since the news broke out about Brooklyn Carter and James Shark, we have all been bombarded with questions and emails concerning James Shark and his mindset for this match. All of you have been wondering if he’s focused on Brooklyn and the baby, or if he’s focused on Rage, and I have the answer for all of you… but before that, let me tell you something about my history with James Shark…

Clayton took another pause, allowing the translator to do his job and translate what he just said for the Asian people to really understand him.

Clayton Paris: Now I was hired by James Shark around the end of 2010. Back then, the name “James Shark” was nothing more than a joke. Back than James Shark was known as this “overrated” wrestler, he had some time in NLWF but began to take back to back losses, until he left. He had his time in places such as XWA and took some back to back losses, then he left, he then took some time over at NHW, started off strong, then they shut down.

Clayton nodded his head remembering how poor James Shark was of a competitor. Back then he was just a young street thug that got scouted by promotions due to his street fights that were recorded all over the internet.

Clayton Paris: He wanted to make his return to the sport, so after 2009, he took a one year layoff in which he trained his butt off. When I came into the picture around the end of 2010, we trained together and I knew that he was lacking some wrestling. James Shark used to weigh around 225 pounds, he was a very good striker with a horrible ground game, and horrible cardio. I got him into shape, now he walks around at 190 pounds, he’s much faster, his wrestling is almost perfect, he can pull off submissions from his back at almost any position AND he can do it all day long without getting tired. The year 2011 was a huge year for him, and last year, many people saw not only the return of James Shark, but they saw a new James Shark.

He began to  clear his throat as more pictures were taken.

Clayton Paris: Now my point is… me and James have gone through a lot. A long list of opponents, a long list of big matches, and together, he helped himself go from an “overrated” wrestler, to an “underrated” wrestler, to also one of the best in this sport today.

The fans began to clap but some boo’d not agreeing with that statement as the translator finished translating what Clayton had just said.

Clayton Paris: Being the best, you have to beat the best, and that’s what James did, and that’s what I helped prepare him to do. He went through a long list of opponents, a long list of people he didn’t like, and long months of rivalries and challengers…. But my point about all this is not only that we have gone through a lot, but my point about all this is… I have never encountered someone, that James Shark wanted to beat up SO badly…..

The fans began to roar with cheers, now everyone was cheering. This was the kind of stuff people wanted to hear, this was the kind of stuff that got people hyped up for an event.

Clayton Paris: I’m dead serious. Every time we’re in that gym, he goes hard. Every sparring partner we throw at him, they drop to the canvas. Every time I try to talk about something with him other than wrestling, he goes back to the wrestling topic by bringing up Rage, and saying things to me like “you know… I cannot wait to break that motherfucker’s face”. Not a day goes by where he tells me he’s going to “bury” Rage with his family.

More roars from the fans as the translator spoke out.

Clayton Paris: James Shark likes to talk A LOT of shit, we all know that, we also know that half the time he does it, it isn’t just because he likes to do it, but it’s because he tries to break his opponent down and get a reaction from them. He uses his trash talk as a sort of game plan to play some sort of mind game with his opponent, and I can ASSURE you and PROMISE you, that this isn’t one of those mind games that James Shark is trying to play. He truly dislikes Rage, and he cannot wait to step in the ring this Sunday and not only defeat him, but toy with him, dominate him, and humiliate him.

Clayton began to scratch the back of his neck. As he heard all the fans cheering he just wished James Shark could be here right now. He wondered how Shark was feeling back in the hotel and he was hoping that James saw his note and listened to it. He was truly worried about James, but at the same time, he believed that James was going to do everything in his power to get his focus back on Rage. He knew James for a long time and he knew that ever since he did meet Brooklyn, he grew feelings for her, but he hoped that James knew that it was in his best interest to put those feelings aside until Sunday night.

Clayton Paris: Now back to my answer…. Yes. Yes James Shark is focused on Rage. As much as Rage or “the james shark fan club” so the speak, wants to go out there and get people to believe that James Shark has lost some sort of “mental” advantage going into this match, let me remind all of you that James Shark has been in this game for four years, and in that short amount of time, he has held two different world titles in two different companies, he has step foot onto other companies and beaten their  top guys, and he has done nothing but defeat the best over and over and over again. Let me remind you that James Shark is a professional, and he is handling himself as a professional right now. He isn’t letting the news about Brooklyn get into his head…. That is all.

As Clayton let go of the microphone placing it back onto the podium, he only hoped he was right about James, and that James was truly acting like a professional.

Tokyo, Japan
Hotel
1:16 PM
Tuesday September 18th 2012

James Shark: Act like a professional? How the fuck am I supposed to “act” professional, what do you mean by “act” professional? What the hell does that even mean? That has to be the dumbest shit I have ever heard in my life.

Clayton put his head down and put his arms on his waist, I could tell he was trying to keep his patience with me. Him and the team just arrived back to my suite just a few moments ago, and they found the damage. I hadn’t bothered cleaning it up, I just decided to lay in bed all day.

Clayton Paris: Look Shark, I’m begging you right here, just try to listen to what I’m saying…

I quickly responded again, being on the defensive.

James Shark: Well I don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about or what the hell you want me to do, so how the hell am I supposed to listen to you?

Clayton Paris: Jesus Christ… if you listened you would know…

James Shark: I’m all ears motherfucker, damn.

He sighed. I could kinda tell that I was being a big pain in the ass right now, but I couldn’t help it, I guess I was still a bit on edge.

Clayton Paris: Look, right now, Rage is out there, and he’s laughing. Do you understand that now? He’s laughing. He’s laughing, because just like everyone else found out about Brooklyn being pregnant with your baby, he did too, and now, he thinks he has a chance.

Clayton pulled out a picture from his pocket and threw it over to me. The picture began to fly all over the place. I quickly caught it before it hit the floor and looked at it. It looked like the picture I made of Rage for my SCW debut, but it was a different one now.



Clayton Paris: You didn’t even make that one, we didn’t even make that one, it was fan-fucking-made, right now, it’s common sense that Rage thinks your distracted, that you’re not focused on the task at hand anymore, and you know what? I’m starting to believe he’s right, so right now, you’re going to have to act professional and keep your cool.

Clayton looked around the suite, he could see the broken glass, the flipped over furniture, and he just shook his head.

Clayton Paris: See all this? See what you did? You could’ve kept all that anger inside and saved it for Sunday, but now what? You need to calm down, grow up, and just act professional right now Shark. I know you don’t like being told what to do, BUT if you want to win on Sunday, you’re going to have to do what I say and act fucking professional.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head slowly. He was kind of right. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I had to just erase Brooklyn out of my mind right now, I had to focus on this match.

Cassie Richards: Ha! Are you guys getting this twitter war right now? Even Cody’s getting involved haha.

We all looked up at Cassandra, another member of the swag team, but as I looked up, I noticed everyone was giving her dirty looks and kind of motioning her to “shut up”, it was almost as if they didn’t want me to know what was going on.

James Shark: What twitter war?

Everyone remained quiet.

James Shark: Oh… so it’s that kind of game huh? The guessing game? Well since all yall are giving me the silent treatment on this one, my guess is it has something to do with Brooklyn, is Cody insulting her or something? Cause that ain’t motherfucking cool.

When me and Brooklyn started trashing each other on Twitter, it was Cody who got involved. Cody loved a good twitter war, and I guess that’s why half the time, he got involved in my twitter wars. Now I was wondering if Brooklyn and Cody were going at it. Anxious to see what they were saying, I turned on my phone and began to sign onto Twitter. The more I thought about it… I probably wouldn’t even read the twitter war, knowing me, I’d probably just try to see what Brooklyn has been tweeting lately.

Clayton Paris: Ya… no, not going to happen.

Clayton grabbed my phone and handed it over to Latoya. I quickly got out of my chair.

James Shark: What the fuck?

Clayton Paris: Listen to me James, reading what people are saying on twitter will only get you more upset. We don’t need that right now, we need you one hundred percent focused on Rage.

I sighed again. It seems I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.

James Shark: Yall ain’t even going to tell me what’s being said? Who’s saying what? Nothing? No clues?

It seemed like they all wanted to tell me what was going on right now, but none of them did, they all kept their mouth shut.

Clayton Paris: James… you’ll probably find out during the interview, whoever is interviewing you will probably bring up this twitter war.

James Shark: Okay then what the fuck? If I’m going to find out anyways why not just tell me now?

Clayton Paris: Because Shark… we need you to come into this interview calm, and no matter what that interviewer tells you or asks you, we need you to be calm.

James Shark: My fucking goodness….

I began to pace around in circles, the more they tried to calm me down the more annoyed I got. Latoya walked over to me and put her arm on my shoulder, she got me to sit down as she gave me a glass of water.

Clayton Paris: We’ll meet up with you two in the  car, come down when you’re ready, we’ll drive back down to the coliseum, ESPN wants you to be live over there via satellite.

I nodded my head, as they left Latoya looked down at me and smiled.

Latoya Banks: James try to understand what Clayton is doing, he wants the best for you, we all do. You’ve worked WAY TOO HARD for this match and WAITED WAY TOO LONG for this, just to blow it all away. I mean… if you screw things up, that’s it, you may never get a crack at Rage or a big named opponent in a while.

Again I nodded my head, I understood what she was saying, I really did, it was just hard to get my mind focused on Rage. They kept telling me to focus on him, but it was easier said than done.

Latoya Banks: Hey… look, we all want you to block Brooklyn and the announcement out from your thoughts, and keep your thoughts on Rage, but if you think about it, Brooklyn is probably going through the same thing you’re going through, she has a huge match this Sunday, and it could be her last. I’m sure she’s going through a lot of pressure just like you, and she’s possibly trying to keep focus on her match and block you out of her thoughts.

What Latoya just said kind of helped me out. It made more than enough sense, and it kind of made it easier for me to keep my focus on Rage. This match was important for Brooklyn, she lost her title, then lost her match on Climax, this match was important for her especially since it could be the last time she ever gets a crack at that Bombshell title. Hopefully she was keeping focus on her match.

Latoya Banks: Hey but about that interview your about to be doing… remember that time when you were with Kadri… and you guys were a couple, and then you cheated on her with Paige?



I chuckled… Finally I somewhat flashed a smile, but it was only because it was kind of weird how she brought that up, I didn’t know how that had anything to do with the interview I was about to do, but I went along with it.

James Shark: Uhh when I cheated on her the first time or the second time?

Latoya smiled.


Latoya Banks: Well the first time… it was all over the news… you were caught in that hotel room with her… the police saw you both in bed….

James Shark: Okay and?

Latoya Banks: Well, her brother bailed you out of jail and she asked you about it, and you lied and kept saying that you were alone in the hotel room with her to just… catch up and stuff like that.

James Shark: Ya I remember.

Latoya Banks: Worst…fucking…excuse…ever, like she has to be the definition of a dumb blonde.

James Shark: Okay but what’s your point?

Again Latoya flashed a smile.

Latoya Banks: My point is… when Clayton meant “act professional” he didn’t just mean don’t go around breaking things, but he meant, when you do this interview… just put on an act, lie James lie… just don’t make up stupid lies like you did to Kadri… because if you do, nobody will believe you.

I raised an eyebrow.

James Shark: Since when was “lying” considered “acting professional”?

She rolled her eyes.

Latoya Banks: Look… when you do that interview, just put on an Oscar performance alright? Don’t show the world that your taking this hard. Go out there, smile, do your whole confidence thing, BE James Shark. Fuck that soft side that came out last night… I don’t know who that  was, but that certainly wasn’t James Shark, just go out to that interview, and be that cocky motherfucker everybody hates.

I looked up at Latoya as she brought up last night.

James Shark: Hey uh… you didn’t tell anyone bout Last night right?

Latoya laughed out loud, remembering what she saw again.

Latoya Banks: That was crazy, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I still can’t believe what I saw, damn Shark. She’s the only girl or… that was the only situation I’ve ever seen where you were.. you know… wow.

James Shark: Shut the fuck up.

She laughed out loud again.

Latoya Banks: It was cute…

I got up off of the chair and put the cup down on the kitchen counter.

James Shark: That was a once in a life time thing, I don’t even know what the hell happened out there but it won’t happen again.

Latoya Banks: Ha… okay whatever you say.

James Shark: Seriously… it won’t.

Latoya Banks: Okay Shark…

She flashed me a smile, obviously teasing me. I stuck my middle finger right in her face and shook my head as I began to walk out of the suite to head over to the rest of the team that was waiting for us outside of the building.

Tokyo, Japan
Ariake Coliseum
1:40 PM
Tuesday September 18th 2012

Kennedy Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a lot to talk about, a lot to go over. Obviously the biggest news in the wrestling world today was.. former rivals! James Shark and Brooklyn Carter, they now are dealing with a situation as Brooklyn is pregnant with James Shark’s baby, this Sunday, James will take on Rage at SCW’s Violent Conduct in Japan. To help us go over all of this, we have with us live via satellite from Tokyo Japan, the IWF Original, former golden crown champion and multiple time world champion, James Shark.



As I was told that I was now on air. I flashed the camera a BIG smile. I wanted to smile right off the bat to try and show people that I wasn’t letting the news about Brooklyn or the delay to face Rage affect me. However the truth was it was affecting me. It was killing me to smile right now. I had to do it though, I wasn’t going to let Rage feel any sort of confidence.

Kennedy Johnson: Woah! Haha I don’t think any of us were expecting to see that out of you, you smiling? This is a surprise.

I was already told what to do for this interview. Be an asshole, be myself, talk shit about Rage, and try my best to not get angry, hurt, or anything like that. The world was watching, and I had to act like nothing ever happened.

James Shark: And why is that? I have a reason to be smiling.

Kennedy raised his eyebrows looking very confused.

Kennedy Johnson: I don’t understand… why is that? What is this reason you have?

I shrugged my shoulders. Being on camera was also killing me. Latoya was right, I had to put on an Oscar performance right now, and that’s what I planned on doing.

James Shark: Well… Rage is finally going to get his mouth shut come Sunday. He’s done his talking, I done mine. We both talked A LOT of shit, and now it’s time to “put up or shutup” now it’s time to see, who’s real, and who’s fake.

The interviewer nodded his head. I could see him through a small monitor.

Kennedy Johnson: Ya… well we’ll get into Rage in a few minutes, but right now, I think we all want to hear more about you and Brooklyn. Now obviously Brooklyn hasn’t opened up to the media at all, it seems she’s shying away from these questions and interview requests, so now that we have you here, we’ll go on about it.

I tried to keep a straight face, but talking about Brooklyn was not what I came here to do. I was nervous right now, I was in the hot seat, I was on the spot now, anything could happen. Just the wrong question could set me off.

Kennedy Johnson: So first things first… is the pregnancy real?

I wasn’t expecting that question.

James Shark: The fuck?

Looking through the monitor I could see Kennedy’s eyes grow large.

Kennedy Johnson: Whoa now watch that language Shark, It’s a simple question. Lies like these are made all the time.

I shook my head looking straight at the camera.

James Shark: That has to be the dumbest question I’ve ever heard…

Already my patience was being tested. This was going to be a long interview, I could tell. I just had to stay in character though, I just had to stay focused on “acting professional”.

James Shark: Look if she lied… hey, that’s on her but I believe its true. What reason does she have for making up something like that?

Kennedy Johnson: Well..

James Shark: No, listen, I know as much as yall do alright? She told me she was pregnant and that’s that. That’s all I know, anything else you gotta ask her alright?

Kennedy Johnson: Why are you so angry James?

Fuck… I didn’t realize it, but I guess the tone of my voice was getting a bit aggressive.

James Shark: Hey, I ain’t mad. If you ask me a stupid question, I’m going to make you look stupid. That’s all homie.

Now it was Kennedy who shrugged his shoulders.

Kennedy Johnson: Okay well no need to get all heated James, we’re just talking. Now onto the next question, you guys were former rivals and no-

I put my hand up, I guess he noticed from his own monitor because he stopped talking. I put my hand down and began to speak out.

James Shark: Now that’s stupid too… me and Brooklyn were never enemies.

Kennedy Johnson: You posted photoshopped bald pictures of her, she posted photoshopped pictures of you kissing guys, the two of you attacked each other for about three days straight before she blocked you, yes… I think you guys were enemies.

This son of a bitch, I didn’t want to debate over this.

James Shark: Well look… that doesn’t matter, we started off as friends, we squashed our beef-

Kennedy Johnson: And now the two of you are enemies again.

James Shark: No we’re not.

Kennedy Johnson: No?

James Shark: No.

Kennedy Johnson: But the two of you are not speaking correct?

I sighed. This guy was really getting to me, but I didn’t know how to just “hide” my frustrations.

Kennedy Johnson: Just tell us… how is the relationship with you and Brooklyn right now? Is it good? Is it bad?

I looked off camera for a moment; this was just really hard to talk about. I didn’t want to talk about Brooklyn at all. My trainers and the people around me were all telling me to keep my focus on Rage and forget about Brooklyn, but that was hard to do when I kept getting asked questions about her.

Maybe doing this interview wasn’t a good idea after all.

James Shark: I don’t know man… it’s just.. look I’m not even concerned about that right now, whether its good or bad, I don’t know, but the main focus is Rage.

Kennedy nodded his head at me, I wondered if now we could talk about what really mattered, and that was Violent Conduct and Rage.

Kennedy Johnson: How was that conversation like with you and Brooklyn? When she told you she was pregna-

James Shark: The main focus is Rage.

Kennedy Johnson: That’s fine but I ju-

James Shark: Aight listen man… the whole situation with me and Brook is my business. It isn’t yours, and it isn’t the people watching this right now. It’s my business, and I’ll get it handled with as soon as I’m done handling Rage.

Kennedy Johnson: Now surely you were told you were going to be asked about Brooklyn… this whole interview isn’t just about Rage you know?

This guy was really annoying, I just ignored his stupid comment. I couldn’t wait for this interview to be over, but other than that, I kept my cool. For all he knew I was just “bored”. This wasn’t the first interview I was in where I looked tired, so that was good.

I knew Rage would be watching, so the interview was good so far.

Kennedy Johnson: Let’s talk about Parker Wayde from IWF.  Now obviously he called you out two weeks ago, you set out a challenge, and he accepted it. You told him “Hey, you need to EARN your shot to face me”, you told him to beat not one, but TWO of the top guys in IWF, and if he could do that, you would face him at IWF’s next PPV, Fallout in a last man standing match, a match your undefeated in.

I nodded my head confirming what he was saying.

Kennedy Johnson: Well looks like the match WILL happen because he just defeated the IWF World Champion Robbie Hart. You’ve had your history with Hart, you faced him not once but twice, what do you think of Parker’s victory over Robbie?

Now this is what I wanted to hear. Sure it wasn’t about Rage, but at least now I didn’t have to worry about Brooklyn’s name being in the back of my mind. I got comfortable and began to smile again, let’s do some of that trash talk royalty.

James Shark: Fact is, I should’ve never mentioned Robbie as a top name. Why is this guy champion? If the title was on the line, Parker would’ve been the new IWF Champion, it’s stupid man. Hart doesn’t deserve that title just as much as Parker doesn’t deserve me.

Kennedy Johnson: So… even after a win over Hart, Parker still doesn’t deserve you?

James Shark: No

Kennedy Johnson: Okay, well Parker’s next opponent is Stygian, if he beats Stygian it will be official. You will take on Parker at Fallout, but the thing is, you defeated Stygian in a triple threat match, Stygian defeated you in a one on one match. If Parker defeats Stygian, do you think he will have deserved this match with you?

I sucked my teeth in.

James Shark: You know… it’s tough to say beca-

Kennedy Johnson: Stygian defeated you one on one so how is it tough to sa-

James Shark: Let me finish, it’s tough to say because… it’s safe to say that when I left the IWF, IWF died. Now you can debate over that statement, the fans can debate over that statement, and IWF can debate over that statement, but it really doesn’t matter. Look at it this way…

I got comfortable, sitting up straight, before putting my hands out speaking my mind.

James Shark: I am a two time IWF World Champion, I was the first guy to win their Full Throttle Championship, I won their High Impact title also, and I’m currently ½ of their Tag Team Champions. When I left, they had to put those titles away because there was nobody good enough to challenge for the gold, there was no tag division nothing, when I left, people like Ryan Apollos began to main event, when I left people like Steel Angel began to get on the cover for PPV posters. When I left IWF died.

Kennedy began to shake his head.

Kennedy Johnson: Well IWF has Cody Taylor now…

James Shark: Fuck Cody man….

Kennedy Johnson: Wait what?

James Shark: Look I mean that with all due respect, that’s ma dude, but the guy isn’t James Shark. Just like WEW died when he left, IWF died when I left, and it’s that simple. It’s hard to say if Parker deserves to face me after a win over Stygian, because we all saw him defeat Robbie Hart, and that definitely wasn’t the Robbie Hart I know. So who knows what will happen this Saturday Night? Who knows if Stygian still has it? Who knows how motivated Stygian is? It’s tough to say if he deserves me, but what I do know is I back up my talk. If Parker defeats Stygian, It won’t matter what I think or what I have to say about it… I will return to IWF for one night, and I will defeat the bitch.

Kennedy Johnson: So the next question was supposed to be… where you impressed by his performance but obviously that is a-

James Shark: No.

Kennedy Johnson: Right… do you feel like there’s anything that he has skill wise that could pose a threat to you?

James Shark: No.

Kennedy Johnson: Okay I guess that wraps it up for Parker Wayde, but there is another man that wants to fight you and that’s Ronny Ramirez from CWF. A lot of people want to see this match because you guys have been on each other’s throats for a whole year now. He’s also the husband of your ex-girlfriend Serai Leone. Any update on this match happening?

Again… it was good to hear a question that wasn’t about Brooklyn. Now I could really sit back and do my thing.

James Shark: Nah man it ain’t ever going to happen, and I’ll tell you why…. The dude is scared. I tried to get this match to happen, but there just isn’t any way around it. He goes out there to the media and he says “I want to fight Shark” but he isn’t doing anything about it.

Kennedy slowly nodded his head looking at the sheets of paper he had stacked in front of him, that was probably where he had his questions and facts written down.

Kennedy Johnson: Well at one point it did look like this match was going to happen, but it’s been on and off.

Kennedy was right, this match had the green light then the red light way too many times.



James Shark: When I was in TIW, this guy kept running his mouth about how he wanted to fight me, I said okay, but then when I left TIW, he went to the media and said “I’ll come to TIW to face Shark” which was stupid because I wasn’t even a part of TIW anymore…. AND THEN when I was in ASWF, he did the same thing, the moment I LEFT ASWF he said “I’ll come to ASWF to face Shark”, at that point I was so tired of dealing with the guy’s bullshit, so I said, ok fine, let’s do this. I told him I would return to ASWF to face him, I really thought we would have this match in place, but as soon as I said that, he backed out and started throwing all this other bullshit at me, telling me that he’ll do it in another company, this and that, it’s just stupid man.

Kennedy Johnson: Does this rivalry between the two of you have anything to do with the fact that he’s married to Serai?

I laughed out loud. Surprisingly, me laughing had nothing to do with me “faking” it. I was a real laugh.

James Shark: Hey man… me and Serai are over. I found it funny how you brought that up, because while the dude is coming at me on the media he’s saying stuff like “Serai is with me, not you”, well It’s funny he should say that, considering the fact that I dumped Serai…. There’s a reason why she’s with him, and that’s because he was her second choice.

Now it was kennedy who was laughing.

Kennedy Johnson: haha well I’m sure we’ll hear more from him as he’s probably watching this right now….

I nodded my head and leaned towards the camera.

James Shark: I hope you’re watching Ronny, I want you to know that IF you do decide to step up, I’ll be here. You know where I am, you know where to find me, be a man, grow some balls, and fight me.

Kennedy threw his hands up in the air smiling.

Kennedy Johnson: Well I guess that was another “call out” , hey what do you make of all these guys from different promotions that want to face you? We even got Kerry Windsor from REVIVAL Wrestling.

I shrugged my shoulders.

James Shark: It doesn’t bother me. That’s just a sign, it only proves I’m the best. These guys want to test themselves against the top dog in the game, and that’s me. You don’t see people from different promotions calling out Rage. You don’t see people from different promotions calling out Nick Jones. I’m the best.

Kennedy Johnson: Now you always seem to say you’re the best, but how would you rank yourself against the legends of the sport such as Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, etc?

I cocked a cocky smile before answering him.

James Shark: I just feel like I’m better than them.

Kennedy’s eyes grew wide, but the thing is, I wasn’t putting on a show anymore. Now I was truly being myself. This wasn’t part of the Oscar performance. I was truly being myself and I truly believed I was better than them.

Kennedy Johnson: What have you done that makes you believe that!?

James Shark: Well you see… there’s a lot to list, I can sit here and list the things you guys heard me say a ton of times, but since we’re on the topic of guys that want to fight me, I can say that I’m proud to list that I’ve gone into enemy territory and beaten top guys. When SM Raye was calling me out, I beat him in WEW, I stomped his ass. I’ve beaten guys in their own company.

Kennedy nodded his head.

Kennedy Johnson: I’m sure many will have their opinions, but moving on… Vista Kills, she was a friend of yours wasn’t she?

James Shark: No she wasn’t.

Kennedy Johnson: Oh?

James Shark: See… I know where you’re going  with this. When I kind of went off on Vista, I received a lot of heat from people, they said things like “oh what kind of a friend are you!?” this and that. People were hyping this thing up like me and Vista were friends or something… but the fact is we only met up with each other once. Other than that… it was just a bunch of favourites and re-tweets on twitter. That’s it.

Kennedy Johnson: Do you have any animosity towards her and what do you think of her?

I chuckled.

James Shark: I mean… No I don’t. None what so ever, what happened, happened. There’s no going back on the things that were said, and that’s it. I do apologize for the way I acted, I kind of snapped, the delay has been…

Suddenly I saw Clayton from behind the camera making faces at me and signalling me, almost as if telling me to not mention that the delay has been getting to me.

James Shark: The delay has been… a long one. I just… I’ve just been kind of, on edge lately. I train my ass off, and that’s all I’ve been doing, so… ya I kind of snapped on that one.

Kennedy Johnson: Well is your mind clear right now, it sounded as though you were unsure about something? Is this delay affecting you?

I shook my head, refusing to admit it.

James Shark: My mind’s clear man, I’m ready to go, I’m ready to put on a show and defeat this guy.

Kennedy quickly put his finger up remembering something.

Kennedy Johnson: Oh well speaking of “this guy”, We all know you mean Rage, you haven’t been on Twitter at all tod

 I stood there and listened to her a bit. I could feel fans pushing up against me and moving me side to side, it was hectic in here, and it was mad annoying. Here I am trying to pay attention to what this girl is saying, but at the same time, I had motherfuckers pushing me towards her and shit. Way to make a situation even more awkward huh?

After I heard her brother got "gay bashed" I raised an eyebrow. I didn't even know she had a brother. I scratched the back of my head and began to shake my head.

James Shark: Gay bashing... those animals.

Of course I was known to bash gay people, but what was I going to say? Say that I would've done the same thing? Hell-fucking-NO! we were actually cool now, and I wanted to keep it that way. I could tell that she was nervous though, it was actually kind of cute.

James Shark: aha nah girl I don't cook for any girl, I mean, I forgot I even cooked for you, damn it feels like such a long time... that was crazy tho..

After I said that it kind of got quiet. Despite the fans screaming out our names and saying stupid stuff like "KISS KISS KISS" which was fucking stupid, why would we? these fans were just killing me. There was an awkward silence in the air. It was almost as if she didn't know what else to say and neither did I.

I still felt weird about this whole thing. Us talking, not bringing up the whole beef on Twitter. I didn't really WANT to bring it up, but part of me just had to.

James Shark: Hey yo um... Brookz. Ima come out and say it, I ain't the one to apologize to anyone, hell I don't apologize for anything but I kinda feel like I owe you one. I know we squashed the beef, but you didn't deserve that shit. I thought we were cool you know? And when you quit ASWF and changed your number without telling me or anything I just... ya I don't know, my bad girl.

Suddenly I had a bag shoved towards me. As I looked to my side, it was one of the staff from the restaurant. He had given me my takeout order. I nodded my head thanking him.

I guess I was ready to leave. I gripped the bag tightly and turned over to look at Brooklyn, looking to see if she had anything else to say before I left.

 

Rated: TTR - Trash Talk Royalty
Scene One:
2,441 Words without coding
Sunday September 2nd 2012
4:34PM - NYC , USA

Clayton Paris: There’s just certain things you can’t say, and that’s all I’m saying man. Look, we busted our asses off to get you signed here. I mean, if it wasn’t for Vista you probably wouldn’t even be having this Press Conference right now.

I looked up at my trainer Clayton and tilted my head to the side before flashing him a cocky smile. I stood up from the stool I was sitting on and just walked around him, from the look on his face he already knew that I wasn’t going to co-operate with him.

For almost twenty minutes, he was trying to tell me to censor myself. He was trying to tell me to change myself. He wasn’t suggesting it, he was telling me to. Now that, I didn’t like, but at the same time, it was all because the SCW didn’t like me.

Hell, they couldn’t deny my talent, but I was just a person that they didn’t want representing their company. My run ins with the law, the way I tweet on twitter, just the way I present myself in general. I even had the marijuana leaf tatted on my chest, and they didn’t like that either.

Clayton wanted me to change, because he didn’t want all of this to be for “nothing”.

James Shark: So you mean to tell me…. You want me to be someone else?

I stopped walking around him and looked at him right in the eyes. He quickly responded shaking his head.

Clayton Paris: Damnit Shark no. Don’t pretend to be someone that you’re not, just be yourself bu-

James Shark: OKAY! Ok then, we got no problem. You want me to be myself, Ima be myself.

I quickly began to walk up the stage, about to start the press conference, but Clayton quickly grabbed my arm.

Clayton Paris: Look can you sit back down here before you go out there and address these people?

I flashed him a dirty look.

James Shark: I’ve sat there for about thirty minutes, I’ve heard you, I’ve heard what you got to say.

Clayton nodded his head.

Clayton Paris: I understand that Shark but I just don’t understand all this. You wanted to get signed to this company badly, we did it for you, we got you signed, and now it’s almost like you want to get your contract ripped up and booted out of the company. There’s conditions, there’s rules, and right now it looks like you don’t want to follow them. I feel as if your slapping me in the face, we, your whole team, we feel as if your slapping us all in the face.

I groaned out loud and looked behind Clayton, behind Clayton was my team, the swag team, the group of men and women who helped me train, who sparred with me, who always kept me prepared. They didn’t look happy either.

Walking back down the steps I faced Clayton.

James Shark: You know what I don’t understand? Yall are hyping this up like this is some sort of “big deal” Fact is, this is a motherfucking indy promotion.

Clayton shook his head looking frustrated, I had a lot more to say but before he would let me continue, he began to speak out.

Clayton Paris: YA and that is why I don’t understand you. I still don’t know why you wanted to be here so bad, I feel like this is all some sort of prank, because you wanted to get signed to this indy promotion and now its like you want to get kicked out of it.

I sucked my teeth in making a noise and shaking my head and Clayton now.

James Shark: Rage, he’s a bitch. Fuck him, I’m better than that guy.

Again, before I could continue he quickly spoke out.

Clayton Paris: The bright lights, the huge sold out arenas, yes, your better than Rage, but your also better then probably everyone in that promotion, why? Because again, it’s Indy, so “I want to fight Rage” is a poor excuse.

I put my hands out in defense.

James Shark: Hey, I just want to shut the bitch up.

Clayton crossed his arms

Clayton Paris: But why him? You could’ve gone to the CWF, you could’ve shut Ronny Ramirez up. Why Rage?

I sighed.

James Shark: Yall just don’t get it man….

Clayton Paris: EXACTLY, we don’t get it, and that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you.

I pulled my IPhone out of my pocket and unlocked it, I began to go online and search up pictures of Rage. Clayton remained with his arms crossed wondering what I was doing. I didn’t need to go through a bunch of pages on google images, all I had to do was click the first image.

I turned my IPhone around and showed the picture to Clayton. He smirked as he looked at the picture, he was obviously trying to hide his amusement but it didn't work.



James Shark: 5 in 10 people suffer from it. Rage suffers from it. Some people get it in time, some people are born with it. Rage was born with it.

Clayton raised his eyebrow and looked back at the picture.

James Shark: You don’t see it? It’s right there.

Clayton Paris: What exactly am I supposed to be looking for? The text on this picture is great and all but other than that It’s just a picture of his face? And suffers from what? what the hell are you talking about?

I frowned my face at Clayton, as if it couldn’t be any more obvious.

James Shark: He has “THAT” face Clayton. He has “THAT” same face you see on magazines, on tv, or even in person, “THAT” same face that you just see and you just want to punch. He’s got one of those faces that you just want to kick. Every time I see his tweets and I see his little fucking twitter avi beside it, I just feel the need to comment on it, and say something mean. The dude has “THAT” kind of face.

Clayton flashed me a blank stare before slowly turning around towards the other members of the team. He then looked back at me and shook his head, this time he shook it slowly.

Clayton Paris: All of this… the contract negotiations the time on the phone, the appointments, all of that, just because he has a face that you just don’t like.

James Shark: THE BITCH THINKS HE CAN BEAT ME! HE CAN’T BEAT ME MAN, HE CAN’T.

Clayton slapped himself on the forehead.

Clayton Paris: Jesus Christ Shark, okay, you know what, go, go up that stage, address everyone else, do your thing. You want to punch him in the face? Hopefully he’s your first opponent, if not, then hopefully you can survive not getting kicked out of this company so that you could work your way up and face him.

I nodded my head and began to walk up the stairs leading up to the stage.

Clayton Paris: Oh and James

I turned around.

Clayton Paris: Remember everything I said. Don’t bring up somebody’s sexuality, don’t make fun of somebody’s culture or religion, and don’t insult the SCW. You’ve been insulting the company for weeks and you’ve been doing the other two things for years now. It’s enough.

James Shark: You know... I don't like being told what to do.

He stared back at me and walked a bit closer.

Clayton Paris: I'm serious Shark, don't do it alright?

I stared at Clayton and didn’t respond. I wasn’t going to say yes, and I wasn’t going to say no. I just turned around, walked up the stairs, and pulled the curtains to the side, revealing myself to the New York public and walking towards the podium.

This press conference wasn’t an SCW press conference. It was mine. I was probably the only person who held my own press conferences. I wasn’t aware of a superstar or diva who did that.

I did it because whenever I had something to address, I liked to do it BIG, not with a tweet, not in an interview, not on a post on my official website, I liked to do it like this, In front of hundreds of people. Hundreds of people that were going to support me here in my territory, New York.

James Shark: I’m going to start this off by saying this… I have nothing left to prove.

The media began to snap photos as the fans who were seated behind the media reporters just began to cheer me on. I shrugged my shoulders as I continued.

James Shark: Don’t yall agree? I mean… I came into this sport in 2009, I was twenty years old when I started and I took it by storm. I had my ups and downs, but I stand here, only goin up. I’ve won world titles, I’ve beaten guys that were supposed to destroy me, I’ve dominated guys that have never been dominated before, I’ve beaten people who’ve never even been beaten before. I was ranked #1 for months in a company that was highly regarded as the best for a long time. People that… they thought I got lucky against, they fed them to me again, and I beat them.

I nodded my head in confidence, just going off.

James Shark: Vincent Van Rose, former world champion, I beat him four times. Dan Alexander, another big name, another former world champion, I beat him three times. Death Angel aka Syco Angel, IWF Hall Of Famer, I beat him twice, and you know… the list goes on, it does.

The fans continued to cheer me on as I continued to nod my head and flash my confident smile. From the side of my eye I could just feel Clayton and the team watching me from behind the curtains.

James Shark: You name any type of style, and I canceled it out, I canceled it out and beat that type of person. From the high flyer, the brawler, the powerhouse, and the extreme hard-core type person, to the person who uses their speed to jump in and out. You name every style, and I’ve come across that type of style, only to cancel it out and beat that type of style. Hell I’ve even beaten my own style, the striker.

I shrugged. Still overwhelming with confidence, I just continued to speak on. From the looks of some fans I knew they were thinking I was retiring or something. It was only fair for them to think that since I was bringing up all my accomplishments.

James Shark: You can name any type of personality that you’ve seen in the ring, and again… I’ve beaten them. From the cowboy, the dude from outer space, the pervert, the goodie-goodie, the Japanese with the American name, the superhero, to the insane mentally unstable type person. Hell I’ve even beaten a terrorist who didn’t blow up countries, but blew up toilets….



The fans began to laugh as the reporters and media continued to snap photos. From the looks on their faces it was obvious they wanted to ask their questions, and ask their questions right now.

James Shark: I’ve done it all man… I’ve done it all except one thing… join an indy company.

The pictures began to snap like crazy now. The fans looked shocked.

James Shark: James Shark is now signed with the hottest indy promotion out there, James Shark is now signed with the SCW, and I’m about to whoop some ass.

The fans were so loud now, it was crazy, they were just talking amongst themselves, even the media began to act weird, some people began to look me up in the eye to try and catch a bluff or a sign that would prove to them that this was all just a hoax.

James Shark: A lot of people say that the SCW may be an indy promotion but it’s better than these high profile companies. A lot of people talk about these superstars like me, who have done it all and won world titles, but are now going a step back, and signing with the SCW.  A lot of people are talking, and right now the SCW is one of the most talked about companies. Indy promotion or not, it’s talked about, and you know who else is talked about?

I paused for a moment but they all knew the answer to my question. Every single one of them did. They shouted out his name. I guess they began to put two and two together. I nodded my head.

James Shark: Ya, that’s right, him, Rage. To be dead honest, I don’t know why he’s talked about… When I look at him I see a little crybaby that throws temper tantrums when things don’t go his way, not to mention, a dude that pops off over the smallest things.

The fans continued to cheer me on, showing me support. Maybe they were cheering because they were my fans, because this was my territory but I knew, just knew, that even if they weren’t my fans, and they disliked me, they would have no choice but to agree with me. Rage seriously acted like a little girl, going hulk smash on everything, except there was one problem with that. Hulk is intimidating, Rage isn’t.

James Shark: So with that being said, Yes I am a part of SCW, Yes I walked out on ASWF, and if I was given the opportunity to really shut Rage up, Yes I would take it in a motherfucking heartbeat, let me fight this guy, this is a guy I can beat, this is a guy I can dominate.

I took a pause before flashing my smile.

James Shark: Now… any questions?

I ton of hands began to raise from the media. Even the fans raised their hands but they knew they weren't allowed to ask the questions. I focused on one of the media reporters and picked one as the scene faded.

Scene Two:
3,086 Words without coding
Tuesday September 4th 2012
11:34AM - NYC , USA

I threw the door open, the door that led from my house to the gym. Ya that’s right, my house was connected to my gym. The door was on the upper level which meant in connected to the upper level of the gym. The upper level of the gym consisted of people who were only wrestlers, people with exclusive membership and people who part of the swag team.

As I pushed the doors right open and walked into the gym. Everyone could tell there was something I wanted to air out. I just had that look in my eyes, that fire.

James Shark: I got some shit on my mind!

When I spoke out loud, now I had everybody’s attention. Even people on the other side of the upper level took a peek at me. I walked over to the ring where most of my team was posted up. Latoya Banks, Clayton Paris and Cassie Richards were all sitting down on the edge of the ring. It seemed as though both Latoya and Cassie had gone a few rounds in a sparring session.

James Shark: I said I got some shit on my mind!

As I began to walk over them, they all flashed me bright smiles

Latoya Banks: Someone opened their fridge to find no chicken in it, huh Shark?

Forcing myself not to reply to her comment, or cutting straight to the point, I instead flashed them my phone. On the phone was a tweet, one of Anthony King’s tweet. All three of them laughed.



James Shark: The fuck is funny?

Cassie Richards: Well… you do spend a lot of time tweeting from that phone of yours.

I frowned and flashed her a dirty look.

Clayton Paris: Ya, you should spend more time training. Even in the middle of sparring sessions you can’t help but pick that thing up.

Now I really scrunched my eyebrows. Flashing all three of them dirty looks.

Latoya Banks: Hey… all I said was the chicken comment.

I shook my head all annoyed.

James Shark: Hold the fuck up! Hold the fuck up! Look, it’s like this….

They were kind of getting to me, they just had these smartass comments, they obviously didn’t understand me. I shoved my phone in my pocket before expressing why I was upset with that tweet. It wasn’t even what was said on the tweet that got me upset, it was the tweet in general.

James Shark: It’s like this. Everyone will be quiet on twitter alright? I can talk shit to a million of these so called “badass” wrestlers and I’ll get a few smart ass replies here and there, BUT  the moment someone wants to snap at me, and the moment someone wants to pop off on me, that’s when these phonies come out and join in on the fun.

All three of them looked at each other, then looked back at me. Latoya, Cassie and Clayton, all three of them looked confused.

James Shark: Damn…. Ok listen. So I’ve been doing my thing, tryna have a lil fun with Anthony, talk shit to the dude, and what does he do? He doesn’t reply, he doesn’t make indirect comments, instead he retweets me and he ignores me….BUT the moment someone wants to pop off on me, guess who comes out to play? Anthony, that’s right, Anthony. No more retweeting for Anthony, nope. No more ignoring for Anthony, nope. The moment he looks on his news feed, and he sees somebody fighting his battles for him, he suddenly grows some balls, and decides to tweet, WELL GUESS WHAT? WELL GUESS WHAT??

All three of them just stared at me with a blank stare.

Latoya Banks: Um…. What?

James Shark: He didn’t grow any balls, because he decides to join in on the twitter war since he sees motherfuckers fighting his battles for him, but there’s only one problem. He doesn’t even mention my twitter name, hell he doesn’t even mention my name, they’re indirect comments.

Clayton sighed and shook his head, but I kept going.

James Shark: Everyone is motherfucking silent on twitter, but the moment they see somebody stepping up to me and fighting their battles for them, that’s when they tag along, that’s when they show up randomly, that’s when the James Shark fan club comes out.

Clayton sighed once more, this one much deeper than the first, he got off of the edge of the ring and put his hand on my shoulder.

Clayton Paris: Shark…. It’s twitter. Who cares?

I quickly threw his hand off my shoulder.

James Shark: Get the fuck off me you punk! That’s exactly my point. It’s Twitter, twitter is a nice tool that gives people like Anthony King the ability to have “balls” why? Because they can say whatever they want while being in the safety of their own home, or say whatever they want, while being safe because their miles away. Twitter exposes people, but nope, Twitter didn’t expose Anthony, Anthony exposed himself, he’s online and he can’t even say my name, he has to make indirect comments. That’s what pisses me off. Your gangster? You got swag? Okay then motherfucker, step up, say my name, and say “Yes James, these tweets are about you”.

I shook my head, still annoyed by how much of a coward I felt Anthony was.

James Shark: Damn!

Clayton looked over his shoulder and took a look at both Latoya and Cassie. Both of them shrugged having nothing to say on the situation at hand. Clayton then put his arm around my shoulder and began to walk me to his small office that he had in the gym.

Clayton Paris: Come on Shark, let’s go, I want to talk to you about your opponents.

I knew this procedure. It was still early in the week, and what Clayton always did, was give me a rundown of my opponents. He told me what I should be careful with, he told me what I should keep an eye out for, he told me what their general weaknesses were, he told me what their accomplishments were, he just told me as much information he could about each and every one of my opponents.

As we walked over to walk into his office, I couldn’t help but feel excited about what I would hear about Anthony King. Meanwhile, it was both Latoya and Cassie who were having a small conversation about me.

Cassie Richards: Calls Rage out for getting mad on Twitter… does the same thing, hash tag, James Shark problems.

Cassie laughed at her own joke, but it was Latoya who just flashed a short smile. She found no truth to Cassie’s joke.

Latoya Banks: Actually those are two different things. I’ve known James for a long time, he’s a pretty smart guy, all this trash talking… I mean it’s kind of like Chael Sonnen in the UFC, it’s kind of like James Toney in boxing. James Shark calls out everybody and he talks shit about everybody. Nobody really knows why, but I don’t think he just does it out of enjoyment.

Cassie looked over at Latoya, looking curious.

Latoya Banks: I think he does it to hype up a match. People see his antics on twitter, they see how he can get these people to react, and they want to see the match. Most of these people want to see James get shut up for all the trash he talks, and they want to see him lose. Regardless if they want to see him win or not, they tune in, and besides, the more hype, the more money. Ever wonder why the guy is loaded? Just look around us, we’re in a gym, that’s connected to his house.

Cassie moved her lips around before nodding her head.

Cassie Richards: Hmm… I never thought about it that way, but what did that have to do with Rage and Shark getting mad about Twitter?

Latoya shrugged.

Latoya Banks: It’s pretty obvious in my opinion.

Cassie Richards: Oh?

Latoya nodded her head.

Latoya Banks: Rage gets mad and pulls these wild temper tantrums on twitter for the whole world to see. Throwing out all these swear words and capital letters all because someone called him a name or something. James Is just frustrated right now, I think he’s frustrated because he wants a good twitter war, he wants to hype this match up, but Anthony isn’t really helping him. While James is trying to hype the match, Anthony isn’t really doing a good job of hyping it himself, Anthony isn’t talking about the match, Anthony isn’t responding to his tweets, and when Anthony DOES respond, he throws out indirect comments.

Cassie shrugged.

Cassie Richards: I could see how that could be frustrating but people will tune in either way.

They both nodded their heads in agreement.

Cassie Richards: Have you seen the picture that’s been going around the internet of Anthony King?

Latoya quickly looked over at Cassie with her eyes wide open, she was expecting it to be some sort of horrible picture.

Latoya Banks: No way! What is it??

Cassie laughed at Latoya’s reaction, she got off of the edge of the ring, standing up straight to take her phone out of her pocket.

Cassie Richards: You know that sweater Shark put up for sale?

Latoya Banks: He has like a dozen.

Cassie Richards: It was that “money on sharky” sweater. That orange one, it was released when Shark returned to wrestling? You know.. and everyone was doubting him but he still kept winning, and he kept saying “putcha money on sharky!”

Latoya began to nod her head, quickly remembering.

Latoya Banks: Oh ya what about it??

Cassie Richards: Well maybe Anthony never calls Shark out directly because he’s a fan.

Cassie flipped her phone over and showed it to Latoya. Latoya instantly burst out laughing.



Latoya Banks: OH MY GOD AHAHAHAHA IS THAT REAL?? OH MY HAHAHAHAHA

Cassie slowly nodded her head.

Cassie Richards: Tons of wrestling news sites confirmed it today. It’s real.

As they continued to talk, me and Clayton were already in his office. I slouched down on the chair and put my feet up on his desk. As he sat down on his desk he ignored my feet and pulled out two folders. He slid the folders across the table.

I decided to take my feet off his desk so that I could just view what the folders were. As I tried to grab them, he quickly lightly smacked my hand out of the way. I glared up at him.

James Shark: Motherfucking ouch?

Clayton shook his head smiling at me.

Clayton Paris: Nice one Shark, but I’ll read what’s in these folders to you, you don’t touch them.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what were in these folders, but as I looked down at it carefully I noticed both of the folders were labeled. One folder was labeled “King” the other folder was labeled “Argento” I chuckled and looked up at Clayton.

When he told me about my opponents, he usually used videos, he usually had pictures. Now he just had these two folders.

Clayton Paris: Who do you want to start with?

I tapped the folder that was labeled “King”.

James Shark: Let’s see what this motherfucker is all about, come on, give me that superstar overview action. Tell me what he has done, tell me everything about him.

Clayton looked down at the folder, he took the folder labeled “king” and put it aside, leaving the folder labeled “angelo” on the table. I frowned.

Clayton Paris: Maybe it’s better if we start with Angelo…

I rolled my eyes as Clayton picked up Argento’s folder and opened it. I wasn’t worried about Argento at all. Anthony had a better chance at beating me then Argento did, but at the same time, both of their chances were very, very low.

Clayton cleared his throat as he began to read off of the folder.

Clayton Paris: Michael Argento, he is the youngest wrestler to win a top pro wrestling championship in Italy, His father was a wrestler, and Argento wanted to be a wrestler just like his fa-

James Shark: Who was his father?

Clayton looked up from the folder after I had interrupted him, he shrugged.

He looked back down on the folder as I nodded my head.

Clayton Paris: He wrestled his first match at age 17 against his father’s rivals, defeating them. Around that same time that he was going up against his father’s rivals his father was shot and killed. He was probably killed by these old rivals that he was defeating, but the main point is he was devastated, he took some time off wrestling, he returned four years later and started wrestling here in the states.

I began to yawn, showing no interest for Argento. His background info just bored me. Nothing impressed me about the guy so far.

Clayton Paris: He appeared in an interview where the reporter brought up his parents, after that he snapped on the reporter and put his hands on him. He was taken into custody, thrown into jail-

James Shark: How long?

Clayton Paris: One month.

Sucking my teeth in, making a noise, was only another way I showed how unimpressed I was by Argento.

James Shark: Soft.

Clayton Paris: And well… there’s nothing more in here. He’s 25 now, and he’s here in SCW, that’s about it.

I gave Clayton a blank stare. Clayton nodded his head. I just couldn’t believe him. There had to be more about this guy. I heard nothing impressive, nothing impressive what so ever.

James Shark: Are you serious, are you fucking serious? That’s it.

Clayton shrugged his shoulders.

Clayton Paris: Well yeah Shark… that’s it.

I just couldn’t help it, I had to keep the blank stare right on Clayton. I just couldn’t believe this. In my mind, I tried my best to remember all the crack of shit I just heard, and I tried to give Argento credit and at least name one thing impressive about him, but I couldn’t.

James Shark: You mean to tell me, this guy debuted in 2004? He’s been in the sport since 2004, since he was 17 years old, and he’s done nothing? Nothing?

Clayton shrugged his shoulders again.

Clayton Paris: Well he does have that… championship from Italy.

James Shark: Yea? What promotion? The fucking “WGOFT promotion?”

Clayton raised an eyebrow, confused as to what exactly that stood for. I spelt it out for him.

James Shark: WGOFT : We give out free titles.

Now he nodded his head.

Clayton Paris: Clever.

It was me that shrugged my shoulders now, I didn’t respect this guy, I didn’t respect him at all. I probably had more respect for Anthony then I did for Argento.

James Shark: Fuck that guy man, I can’t wait… you don’t even understand, I cannot wait to get into that ring and fuck these bitches up.

Clayton stuck his hands out trying to calm me down.

Clayton Paris: You’re fired up, and that’s cool and all, but let’s try to get through this alright? Damn I should’ve saved Argento for last. You didn’t even hear about Anthony yet Shark.

I clasped my hands together and began to rub them, I was so excited for this.

Anthony King lost last week, this I knew. Maybe he’s good, people lose, shit happens, he probably got overconfident, but maybe, maybe he just sucked. I wanted to know, I wanted to know all about this guy, I wanted to know WHO Anthony King really was.

Clayton Paris: Anthony King, this guy is dangerous everywhere, he’s very well rounded person. He’s got all sorts of different styles.

I raised my eyebrows up.

James Shark: Word?

Clayton nodded his head.

Clayton Paris: Yup

I got comfortable, sitting up straight. I was interested to see what kind of moves this guy performed in the ring.

James Shark: What styles?

Clayton cleared his throat as he began to read the styles off of the sheet.

Clayton Paris: All styles, he’s listed as a powerhouse, a high flyer, submission wrestler, brawler and luchador.

The second Clayton began to list Anthony’s styles to me I just couldn’t help but flash him a look of confusion.

James Shark: He’s a powerhouse AND a high flyer?

When Clayton nodded his head, it only made the look of confusion on my face grow wider.

James Shark: How much does he fucking weigh.

Clayton didn’t answer, he just flipped the sheet around and pointed at Anthony’s weight that was on the sheet of paper. It read “180” lbs. As soon as I read that, I just kept nodding my head all sarcastically.

James Shark: Ya ok, this makes perfect sense, he’s 180 lbs, but he’s a powerhouse right?

Although Clayton was trying to make this “sit-down” serious, he couldn’t help but laugh at what I was saying, I had some great points.

James Shark: Alright what else?

The sound of my voice came out irritated, I didn’t know if Clayton noticed or not, but I was irritated, anybody who put “All Styles” down in their resume, or said they were a powerhouse when they weighed 180lbs didn’t even deserve to be in the same company as me. It’s just embarrassing.

Clayton Paris: He’s part of a stable called dream chasers…

James Shark: Ya…. Not surprised with the name on that one. What else?

Clayton Paris: Well here’s something, he was the WAW World Champion and the WAW Tag Team Champion.

Suddenly it was like I couldn’t help but respect the kid. He’s won titles. A world title and a tag title, I couldn’t disrespect him about that. It’s hard to win championships, especially a world championship.

Clayton Paris: Oh… but he was also the co-owner of that company.

Then just like that, all that small amount of respect went out the window. I got up and flipped the chair I was sitting on over, dropping it straight to the floor.

James Shark: I’m done, I don’t want to here anymore of this guy man, that’s pathetic, he’s going to call himself a powerhouse, if that couldn’t be the lowest, he goes around and he gives himself championships, fuck this guy, I’m done.

Clayton Paris: Shark!

He called out towards me, trying to stop me from leaving his office, but I left. I was done hearing about this guy, I just wanted to get in the ring already.

Scene Three:
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Wednesday September 5th 2012
5:00PM - NYC , USA



First thing is first….

This match that I’m about to have on Sunday would have never been possible without our former world champion, and current world chump Rage. I would like to thank him, because without him, this match just wouldn’t be possible. I’ll get to why that is in a second, but right now I would also like to thank, the always beautiful, the ever so sexy, Vista Kills.

Without Vista, this wouldn’t be possible either. She’s the reason I’m in the SCW, whereas Rage is the reason I’m in this match. With that being said, I hate to put my girl on the spot, but when I beat all of you, and when I become the #1 guy in this company, you all can thank Vista.

Now Rage is responsible for the making of this match because he does not want to fight me. As much as I disrespected Anthony King and Michael Argento, I can’t help but respect them. I can’t help but respect them just a tiny little bit because they’re stepping up, and they’re facing me.

You don’t hear them making excuses, you don’t hear them running around this match in circles. They’re getting paid for an ass whooping, they know they’re going to lose, but they’re stepping up for that very slim chance of defeating me anyways.

I’ve been messaging Rage for weeks on Twitter, I’ve been calling him out publicly in interviews and youtube videos, I’ve been stepping up, and saying “Let me fight this guy, I can beat him”.
Everybody listened, everybody except Rage. So thank you Rage. My debut in SCW coulda been against you. My debut in SCW could’ve been the superfight between James Shark and Rage, but instead, you chose to continue to duck me. You chose to take a step back, back out of another match with me, and play all innocent.

I didn’t know you were even in a position to make decisions like that because you lost your title. I didn’t know you were in a position to even have a say in facing me or not, because last week, last week I knocked out a multiple time champion. I knocked out Dan Alexander in the ASWF, and I did it for the third time. It earned me a shot at the ASWF World Championship.

I win. You lose.

Before I go on to talk about my opponents, I just want to end this off by saying this.

Duck me all you want. Throw out every excuse there is, and dance around the idea for days, weeks, fuck it, months, hell, even years. Do whatever you have to do to get this match NOT to happen. I don’t care anymore Rage. Do you know why I won’t care?

I won’t care because this isn’t boxing. Just like MMA, Pro Wrestling gives the fans what they want. Now that I’m in the same company as you, there is no reason why you shouldn’t face me. The question isn’t “Will Shark vs Rage happen?” the question is “When will Shark vs Rage happen?”
So I don’t care, I’ll do my thing, you do yours. We will face off.

Now as for my opponents, Michael Argento and Anthony King… ahhh…

First off, If you guys are watching this right now, I would like to say, thank you for stepping up, thank you for accepting the ass whooping that you both will receive, and thank you for being so easy to work with.

I want to also say, that from the bottom of my heart, I wish you guys the best. I hope you guys try your best, and I can only hope, that at the end of the day, you two will be able to walk out of this match, with your head up high, and go home happy.

Of course you’ll lose to me, but at the end, you guys should just be appreciative of even being in the same match as me. You two should be appreciative of that, and be appreciative of being in the same ring as James Shark.

I’m a three time world champion. I have five championships from this sport. I’ve beaten the best, and I’ve become the best.

It’s gotten to the point where, “if I pick up my shit, and go home” the sport is dead. If I leave pro wrestling the sport is dead. No if’s and’s or but’s. If I’m not on Twitter for an hour or two, everybody’s time line is dead, everybody’s twitter is boring.

So at the end of the day, when you guys walk out losers, pat yourself on the back, and go “I faced James Shark, we all won”.

Now that, that is out of the way, let’s get this um… let’s get this thing started. They call me #TrashTalkRoyalty and they call me it for a reason. So right now, I would like to start with Mr.Argento.

Dear Michael,

You debuted in this sport in 2004. That’s veteran status. You debuted nine years ago, nine years is hell of a long time. See, now a lot of people didn’t even know that about you. A lot of people thought that you were new to this sport, that you were making your wrestling debut this Sunday…. That isn’t the case.

Now… with that being said, that’s pretty fucking emberassing. You’ve been in this sport for nine years and nobody knows you. That should be like a slap in the face, that should be like a low blow… but it isn’t. If you get offended that people don’t know you, that’s just you being ignorant.
Nobody knows you because you have done nothing. Nada, nothing at all.

No championships, no big name opponents, hell… no big name promotions.

See, I debuted in 2009, only four years ago, and I’m more talked about than you. I debuted four years ago, and If I walk from a company, and you walk from a company, I’m a hotter free agent.
The only thing that you have done in your career that had people talking, was that time you put your hands on that interviewer when he brought up your piece of shit parents, and guess what?? They STILL didn’t know who you were. They weren’t saying “Yo did you hear about Michael Argento??” No man, they were saying “Yo did you hear about that wrestler guy?” Actually scratch that, your career was so pathetic, so meaningless, that they didn’t even know you were a wrestler, they were all just saying, “Yo did you hear about that guy?”

But wow, way to go Argento, you know you’re doing something right when you’re in the sport for nine years and all your known for is attacking an interviewer. Actually, you didn’t even attack him, you just roughed him up, grabbed him by the collar and shook him, that’s all you fucking did.

PATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETIC

All because he talked about your mommy and daddy too. Aweee, how sweet. Lil Michael sticking him for his mommy and daddy. Well guess what?, WELL GUESS WHAT?

Your mom and dad aren’t worth shit, they never were. Them being dead makes this world a better place. They’re rotting in hell right now, I just hope you know that. They’re both rotting in hell, and they’re rotting in hell because of you.

They’re both responsible for giving birth to a pathetic failure such as yourself, THAT’S why they’re in hell, because they failed at life, you failed at life. Fuck all of yall.

And I shouldn’t even be the one to talk about parents. My dad left me, my mom died when I was 8 years old, but guess what? BUT GUESS WHAT? If my momma was still alive, and your momma was still alive, my momma would kick your momma’s ass.

But.. you know, it’s whatever. You come on camera, and you try to act all “big shot” you try to act like you’re a “big star”, you go off on Anthony King… I think you called him Tony? And if that wasn’t King, then who the fuck is Tony? You know what?? That’s besides the point, because the fact is, nobody cares.

Nobody cared about what you had to say in your little “shoot” nobody cared about what you had to say about Anthony, and nobody cared about what you had to say about me.

That was a waste of my time for watching it, and that was a waste of your time for recording it.
But you know what one thing stuck out? You know what one thing I remember from the worst 10 minutes of my life? I’ll tell you. In that little shoot of yours, you said something like this..

“Now to James Shark… I might NOT know you but…”

I stopped listening after that part. I saw that your lips kept moving but after you said that little line I couldn’t help but think this… “Wow… this guy has mental problems”

You saying you don’t know me, was a good tactic. You do know me, but you say you don’t to try and get a rise out of me. You are in no position to say who you do and don’t know, because nobody knows who the fuck you are.

EVERYBODY know me. If you truly don’t know me and that wasn’t a tactic at all, then come Sunday Night, you’re going to have A LOT more problems than I thought you would have. If you don’t know me, that means you don’t know how hard I hit, knowing you, you’ll probably run straight towards me until I knock you out with a straight punch.

If you don’t know me, that means you don’t know how fast I am, that means you don’t know how much titles I’ve won, that means you don’t know… how good I am.

And then… oh… and then you say that I have done NOTHING to make you talk shit about me. That’s another tactic huh? That’s to show the world that you’re saying “I don’t know him, so I’m just talking out of my ass”

I do a lot. I talk a lot. But yet, out of EVERYTHING I’ve done, and out of ALL the shit I have talked, I have still done NOTHING to make you talk shit about me??

Okay so when I broke up with IWF Diva Kadri Ilves, and I got her deported back to Estonia, that wasn’t enough to make you disgusted by me? To talk shit about me?

When I had a twitter war with a pregenant WEW Diva named Fizz, and I told her I would love nothing more than to kick her in the stomach, that wasn’t enough to get you all pumped up? Hmmm

When I had a rant about suicidal teenagers on twitter that didn’t do it either? When I unfollowed Charlie and Sean just because they like eachothers penises, that wasn’t enough either?

WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO FUCKING DO, WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO FUCKING SAY, TO GET YOU TO TALK SHIT ABOUT ME???

Listen motherfucker, there can only be two reasons why you “didn’t” talk shit about me.

#1- You truly don’t fucking know me.
or
#2- You don’t want to talk shit to me because you’re a smart man, and unlike Anthony you know damn well that I’m the person that’s going to get my hand raised come Sunday. You don’t want to talk shit to me because you don’t want to eat your words.

Those are the only two possibilities.

So right now, I’m done with you. I’m done. I’m done talking to you, I’m ready to fight you.

In the nine years that you have been in that ring, you’ve also been in movies. What movies? Pshh You make movies that nobody wants to watch, for obvious reasons.



Nobody knows you, I’m done man, I’m done.

I won’t mention your name ever again, because I’m done hyping you up, I’m done promoting you, and I‘m done giving you free publicity. Come Sunday, you’re gonna get your ass whooped, and after Sunday, you won’t ever appear in SCW ever again.

It’s going to be the most embarrassing loss ever. I’m going to give you a fucking wedgie in that ring, I’m going to kick you in the ass literally, and I’m even going to spit on you. It’s going to bring back highschool memories… fuck it, it’s going to bring back college memories too!

So now… onto this guy…



You are one of the most fucking pathetic people ever. You are the biggest pussy I have ever encountered on the internet. On the internet, you shouldn’t be a pussy, you shouldn’t be a pussy because you’re in the safety of your own home, or wherever the hell you are accessing the internet.

But it doesn’t matter, somehow, someway, you’re still scared of me.

Everything you say about me, you won’t say it to me directly. You won’t say my name, you won’t even add my twitter name. You’ll go on and make an indirect comment OR you’ll just retweet what I say, so that Brooklyn can make an indirect comment.

Seriously, you’re fucking pathetic. I don’t even have a lot to say about you because I’ve said all I needed to say about you on Twitter.

You’re going to lose to me, and when you do lose to me you’re going to respect me. I’m going to back up all of my talk, and you’re going to realize that I’m not the guy you should fuck with.

You’re BEST comeback is “wow this guy hasn’t even had his first match yet”

Listen motherfucker, my first match was in 2009, and it was in the NLWF, a company that at the time, was the best in the world. With my back against the wall, I was beating the best. Did I lose? Did I gather myself upon a string of losses? Ya I did, but I learned from them.

I have 53 fucking wins, that’s more wins then you and that’s more wins than your groupie combined.

I thought you were a pussy when I saw what you were doing on twitter, but when I heard about you giving yourself championships over at WAW, I just knew “ok this guy isn’t a pussy, he’s a coward, a pathetic coward, all cowards are pathetic, but this one deserves the word pathetic in front of it.”

By the way, I also looked at some of your biography’s on these ghetto ass websites. Almost all of them stated that you dropped the WAW Title because the owner told you to.

Is that right Anthony? Is that what happened? WHO THE FUCK is going to tell someone to drop the world title? You’re a bitch man, you couldn’t hold on to it anymore, so you go and tell everyone it’s because the owner told you to drop it.

What are you going to say when I beat you? When I knock you out?

Oh that’s right… you’re going to say that Mark Ward told you to drop this match. I see you Anthony King, I see you, and I see right through you.

I’m going to hurt you come Sunday Night, I’m going to hurt you and I’m going to hurt Argento. I’m the baddest nigga on the planet, and after I beat the two of you, I’m going to get the former world champion, I’m going to get Rage.

And then when I beat Rage, I’m going to get the current champion Nick, and then when I get Nick?
Well I’ll be a four time world champion.

That’s exactly what’s going to happen, because I back up every word that comes out of my mouth. There’s only ONE #TrashTalkRoyalty, and that’s me.

Follow me on Twitter - @TrashTalkRoyalT

I’m out. See you Sunday bitches.

Oh wait… there is one more thing… When I beat Anthony and the no name Argento. I don’t want people comparing me to that Italian meat head. I don’t want people saying “So what if James Shark won, this guy beat Anthony too”

Fuck that guy, because of this



That is all…

PEACE!