Post by: JFRESH on September 13, 2012, 08:32:05 PM
:: Sunday September 9th 2012 ::
:: Beijing, China ::
:: Right After attack on Rage ::
I didn’t know what was going on in my surroundings, so much was going on, it was just so chaotic.
Outside of the Chinese gym, there was just so many fans crowding us, me and my team, we were just trying to get back to the car in one piece.
People were pushing me towards the parking lot, I couldn’t even see a damn thing. All I could see around me were hands, all I could hear around me was shouting and cheering, even boos.
Then BAM!
Next thing I knew, we were already in the rental car. With the doors shut it wasn’t so loud anymore. Now I could finally see everything. Clayton Paris, my head trainer was in the driver’s seat, I was in the passenger seat, and well… Cody Taylor and Latoya Banks, the two other members of my large team were making out in the backseat.
Usually I would tease them and make fun of them. It just seemed as though it didn’t matter what was going on around us, I don’t think it would have even mattered if the world was ending, I always found these two shoving their tongue’s down each other’s throat.
When I looked at the mirror in front of me, I found myself with a smile on my face. It was a weird feeling man. It was almost surreal.
Now that I could take in this weird feeling that I was feeling…. Everything around me was mute, everything around me was quiet. I knew there was noise but it was almost as if my ears were cancelling them out, refusing to hear it. As we tried to get out of the parking lot, I was in my own world right now.
I didn’t have to ask anyone what was going on. I didn’t have to worry about what was going on. I knew why I was feeling this way, I wasn’t sick or ill, I was just trapped in my own thoughts right now, and as of right now, as of this very moment…. I felt…
Unstoppable.
Climax Control hadn’t even ended yet, and we were out of here. We didn’t wait for the last two matches to end, we didn’t wait for the show to end. I came in there, I won, and I had unfinished business with Rage. I did my thing, and now we were out of here.
Maybe not a lot of people would understand WHY I felt so unstoppable, but I knew exactly why I felt the way I did. It was the sole reason that I did what I said I was going to do, it was the sole reason of me backing up my words, it was the sole reason that Rage was being hyped up as some “big scary angry incredible hulk” but I destroyed him and made him look like a “small cowardly gay spiderman”.
As I took a look out the window, I could see that we were long gone from the Chinese Gym, now we were on the highway, on the way back to the hotel. It was me who broke the silence.
James Shark: They say I’m the bad guy… they call me the bad guy all the time… and I accept it. They want to label me as the bad guy, so I say okay, and I take it, but I was thinking…
Clayton took his attention off the road to look at me real quick, he seemed a bit confused as to where I was going with this.
James Shark: Why do I have to be the bad guy? Why do I always have to be called the bad guy? I think I’m a good guy. If I talk my talk, then go out there, and do what I said I was gonna do, and did exactly as I predicted, I think that makes me the good guy no?
Cody Taylor, multiple time title holder, my best friend, he took a second to stop making out with Latoya to comment.
Cody Taylor: Yea you got a point homie!
I nodded my head. I knew I had a point, as Cody went back to his makeout session with Latoya Banks, my child hood friend and ex-girlfriend, I went on to continue.
James Shark: I said I was going to beat Anthony King and Argento. They said No, I said watch. What happened?
Nobody answered but Clayton, he didn’t look at me this time, the roads were busy and he didn’t want to have an accident. I didn’t blame him, I had a big match with Rage, a match I had wanted in a long time, it would be pretty unfortunate if we got into a crash and I got injured.
Clayton Paris: Well you won Shark…
Again I nodded my head. He was right, I did win, I hit that swag out on Argento, and it was the punch heard around the whole gym, around the whole world. While Anthony King said to himself “damn I knew this would happen” , Argento was asking himself “what happened?”.
James Shark: I told the world that I was going to expose Rage, They said Ha!, I said Fine. What happened?
Clayton chuckled, flashing a smile as he drove towards an exit in the highway. I waited for the answer as he opened his mouth.
Clayton Paris: Well… Rage had an easy opponent, he won, your music hit, the two of you went back and forth, you got the takedown, got on top and-
James Shark: GROUND AND POUNDED HIS UGLY ASSSSS FACE!!!
I had to interrupt him, I had to say it for him, I just had to shout it out. I interrupted both Cody and Latoya who got startled in the back seat, but they quickly went back to kissing each other when they realized I was just being me.
The seat felt so comfortable on my back. I leaned back on it, sat straight up, and just soaked in confidence. I rolled the window down and began to let the fresh air run past my face. I felt like I was on top of the world, in fact, I didn’t just feel like I was on top of the world, I knew I was.
This was the same feeling I had when I was holding two world titles, in two different companies, all at the same time. This was the same feeling I had when I walked into an interfed as IWF World Champion to take on WEW’s World Champion, and won. This was the same feeling I had almost every time people were counting on me to lose, only for me to win.
A lot of people in SCW knew who I was, but they chose to pretend they didn’t know me. They chose to pretend that they truly believed I wasn’t going to back up my talk. I talked SO much the past week, I tweeted SO much the past week, just every opportunity I could, I used it to talk smack.
Nobody thought I would win, nobody thought I could be able to drop Rage on his ass. I stole the show.
I exposed Rage, and that was just the beginning, in two weeks’ time, I was going to do it again. Only this time there would be no security there to pull me off of him, and there would be no hesitation. I was going to run right towards him, guns blazing, hands flying, no respect for him, I was just going to scrap.
:: Tuesday September 11th 2012 ::
:: Brooklyn, New York ::
:: 10:57 AM ::
As soon as I was back in New York City, I didn’t hesitate to brag about what went down on Climax Control. Everyone saw what happened, everyone saw me shoot on Rage, drop him on his hiney, and land some serious ground and pound until security pulled me off of him.
I did it on Twitter, I tweeted about it over and over again, and then I realized that wasn’t enough. Once I was interviewed by a number of different reporters, I put it out there, and I bragged over and over again. Rage didn’t like it, and I could tell.
Each tweet sent to me by him, began to change.
I had this gift, not only was I a professional shit talker, but I could easily tell when someone was getting frustrated by me just from the “text” they sent me. It was kind of like that time, WEW wrestler Stefan Raab was getting frustrated with me and he called me “a fucking nigger”. The moment Rage tweeted and said “you ghetto ass fucktard” I could just tell I was in his head. Who said something like that? Who called someone else a “fucktard” now a days? What kind of a grown man mixed words up like that and ended it with “fucktard?”
The moment I read that, I smiled, and I knew, I just knew. I got him.
Not only did I realize I “had” him where I wanted him, and not only did I realize that I was “in control” of things, but I also realized that I had to be the most annoying person in the world.
There was nothing worse than a person who could talk SO much shit, and then back it ALL up. There was nothing more worse than that. You didn’t want to lose to that type of guy, you didn’t want to get beat by that type of guy. Unfortunately for Rage, he got his ass whooped by me on Climax, so now I had some more to talk about.
There was really no excuses he could make. My match was competitive, whereas SCW fed him a win in an easy opponent. He didn’t break a sweat in that match, I didn’t attack him from behind, I didn’t hit him with a weapon. He legit had no excuses for what happened.
However, Rage being Rage, he looked for an excuse, and the excuse he made was “Consider that a gift”.
He played that one out like he meant for it to happen, he played that assault like he went easy on me or something.
That was fine by me. I was motivated to shut that guy up. He may think that he wanted to shut me up more then I wanted to shut him up, but he couldn’t be more wrong.
That’s why I was on my way to the gym.
Walking into my gym, I still had that “unstoppable” feeling. I hadn’t lost a match since May, and right now, I was feeling like Magic. Everyone could see it in me, they flashed me their smiles as I walked towards my trainer Clayton. As I walked towards him I could see a large man towering over him. The two of them were talking, and boy oh boy, this guy was huge.
The guy that was talking to Clayton was not only large, but he was built. He had his sparring gloves on, and as I got closer to him, It was almost as if he got bigger and bigger. The more closer I got to him, the more smaller I felt, and I wasn’t a small dude either. I was 6 feet tall, but this guy made me feel like a damn midget.
James Shark: Who the fuck is this guy?
Both Clayton and the large man turned towards me and smiled. I caught them off guard, they were so into the conversation that they were having, that they didn’t even notice me for a moment.
Clayton walked around me and put his arm around my shoulder. He pointed me towards the large man’s direction before answering me.
Clayton Paris: James, this is Michael, we hired him today to help you prepare for Rage, he’s going to be your sparring partner. He’ll be mimicking Rage, from his moveset to his fighting style. This will be your warm up for Rage.
Maybe I didn’t realize the expression I had on my face because both of them burst out laughing. As I turned to look at a mirror that was nearby I could see my facial expression, and it was pretty confused looking.
Clayton Paris: So James, whenever you’re ready, head on to the back, put your gear on, and head onto the ring.
I didn’t listen to Clayton, in fact, I was more than ready to spar, but I just stood in the same spot, refusing to go anywhere.
James Shark: Wait what…. I’m… I’m lost yo.
Both men burst out laughing once again, they both could easily tell that I didn’t want to do this, and I didn’t. I faced men that were this guy’s size, but I never sparred anyone his size, and with good reason.
Clayton Paris: You’re going to go a few rounds with Michael, come on man, we don’t have any time to waste.
James Shark: Motherfucker I heard that part, but I ain’t going any rounds with Michelle over here.
Michael: It’s Michael, and don’t be so scared Shark.
I quickly glared at the giant, and he flashed me a grin. His “don’t be so scared” was obviously said as a joke, but I wasn’t having it.
James Shark: You don’t know me, I don’t want to spar you for YOUR safety, NOT mine.
Again, he burst out laughing; only this time, Clayton was serious. Clayton could see the anger fueling in my eyes, and he could just tell I was ready to pop off. He grabbed me by my shoulder and walked me over a few steps away from Michael.
Clayton Paris: James I just don’t get it, what’s the problem? This is great preparation.
I peeked over Clayton’s shoulder to take another glance at Michael, that guy was HUGE.
James Shark:James Shark: You know I’ll take on anyone. No matter how big or small, I’ll fight any motherfucker they put in front of me. I faced Stygian in IWF and he’s about the same height as that motherfucker.
Clayton Paris: Michael is 7ft tall.
That was Stygian’s exact height, my point was proven.
James Shark: Ya, so is Stygian, but how much does this Michael weigh?
Clayton Paris: A bit over 400 pounds.
I threw my hands up in the air, showing Clayton that he had proved my point once again. However I came to the conclusion that he didn’t really know what my “point” was exactly.
James Shark: In the ring, I don’t care how big you are, hell I don’t care if you take enhancement drugs, I’ll fight anybody, BUT that’s in the ring. I go hard in the ring, I’m not going to spar with a motherfucker that big and risk getting injured. I want to be 100%, when I face Rage, I want it to be the best James Shark the world has ever seen, THAT is how MUCH I want to DESTROY Rage.
Clayton continued to hear me rant and speak out, he had his arms crossed as he nodded his head. When I finished speaking, it was his turn to speak his opinion.
Clayton Paris: I’m your trainer Shark, I care about your wellbeing, and I want to see you succeed. If you go out there and lose, I take the blame for that, I feel responsible for that. Now with all that being said, If I felt I was putting you in a situation that wasn’t safe, or a situation that would affect your performance in the ring, I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it at all. I want to see you get your hand raised against Rage, I know how important this is for you. Sparing with Michael is going to be a good thing for you.
I took a peek over Clayton’s shoulder once more.
James Shark: That motherfucker is BIGGER than Rage!
He nodded his head.
Clayton Paris: Your right. While Michael has a bit more weight and height on Rage, he is bigger.
I laughed out loud, it was a loud sarcastic laugh.
James Shark: Only “a bit more” weight and height right?
Clayton rolled his eyes. He took a look at Michael himself before turning back towards me.
Clayton Paris: Okay maybe more than just “a bit” but that’s better! Listen, you need to be sparring against guy’s with long arms, you need to be sparring with guys who can easily pick you up with one hand, you need to be sparring with guys like Michael. You lost to Stygian James.
My eyes grew wide, I couldn’t believe Clayton brought the loss up. I was quick to respond.
James Shark: Hey I beat Stygian too, we have a win over each other you bitch.
Clayton put his hands out in defense.
Clayton Paris: Hey don’t get sensitive, Stygian beat you in one on one competition, you beat him in a triple threat match.
I shook my head, I hated when people brought up losses. I didn’t care if the loss was a “War”, if the loss was “dominating” or if the loss was “close”. A loss is a loss, and I didn’t like anyone bringing up any one of my 18 losses.
James Shark: Hey, you want me to spar that big buffoon? I’ll do it, but I’ll do it in my terms. Head gear, and lots of padding. I’m going to be 110% when I face Rage.
Clayton shrugged.
Clayton Paris: Of Course.
I nodded my head in agreement.
James Shark: Good, besides I could handle Rage, and I proved that on Climax Control.
Clayton Paris: You were lucky.
By the time he said that, I was already on my way to the back room to grab the sparring gear. Now Clayton was pushing it, he brought up my loss to Stygian, and now he said my assault on Rage was “lucky”. I just didn’t get it.
James Shark: What the fuck is your problem Clayton?
Again he placed his arms out going all defensive.
Clayton Paris: Again, I’m your trainer, and I want to be honest with you. I felt as if you got lucky. Can you do it again? If you train hard, but I just don’t believe what you did was real. It was almost… crazy. You went in there and easily got a double leg takedown on him. What if all this was just a tactic? He had to have known security was going to come, maybe he let you have the takedown so you could get overconfident….
James Shark: Do you really think he’s that fucking smart? No, that was real, it was real because I’m THAT good baby.
Clayton shrugged his shoulders.
Clayton Paris: I just don’t underestimate him Shark, and neither should you. Just because yo-
I cut him off.
James Shark: Hey man, I’m not underestimating him at all. There’s nothing to underestimate, he sucks. I’ll say it again, he sucks, and I’ll say it to his motherfucking face, HE SUCKS.
He shrugged his shoulders once more.
Clayton Paris: If that’s how you feel Shark…
I didn’t respond to him, I was on my way to the back room. I grabbed my head gear, I grabbed my gloves, and I began to change over to the rest of my sparring gear.
Little did I know, both Clayton and Michael were engaging in a conversation about me.
Michael: What he doesn’t want to spar me?
Clayton Paris: He does now…. He just doesn’t want to get injured, he really wants this match, he’s hungry for it, motivated, he just wants everything to go right.
Michael’s eyebrows grew wide, he was surprised but what he saw, and by what he heard. He didn’t expect any of this at all when he was contracted to come down to the Confidence Gym.
Michael: Wow, that’s nothing like the James Shark I’ve seen on television. I thought he didn’t turn down anything.
Clayton nodded his head in agreement. Many people who came to the gym saw a very different James Shark, a James Shark they weren’t used to seeing.
Clayton Paris: James Shark takes things very seriously off camera. Sometimes he tweets to his opponents and he’ll say things like “I’m not even training for this match, it’s not worth it” but the reality is, he’s training his ass off.
Michael: So… all of this is just a “character?”
Clayton Paris: No, far from it. He’s very confident, he’s very cocky. Despite Rage’s accomplishments and despite the fact that I continue to tell him to not underestimate him, he continues to tell me that Rage sucks. He loves money, he loves being on top of the world, it’s just, sometimes, he’ll say things or act a certain way to get into his opponent’s head.
Michael nodded his head, understanding what Clayton was saying.
Michael: So… this Rage match is real important to him huh?
Clayton nodded his head back at Michael.
Clayton Paris: I’ve never seen him more motivated. This is a guy he wants to stomp to the floor.
Michael: Ya, I realized he’s more serious. In his last match he was all goofy on television leading up to the match, throwing out pictures and meme’s. Hey, he even made up with that Brooklyn Carter girl, they squashed their beef didn’t they?
Clayton made a face, he had totally forgot about Shark and Brooklyn squashing their beef towards each other. One minute they were almost the best of friends, then the next minute, tweet after tweet, both of them ripped each other apart with pictures, name calling, and things that could not be taken back.
Clayton Paris: Ya… they did, but your wrong about the pictures. Haven’t you looked around the gym?
Michael blinked a few times then quickly looked around him. He couldn’t notice any, but then it was Clayton who walked beside him, put his arm over Michael’s shoulder, and pointed at a nearby wall post.
Michael walked towards the wall post and picked up the picture before bringing it back to where Clayton was. He then took a look at the picture and cracked a smile.
Michael: oh my goodness this is gold. There could have been a million captions for this picture.
Clayton cracked a smile now.
Clayton Paris: Well… originally the caption stated “Wears a dress, because Christian Underwood said I look pretty”
Michael burst out laughing, almost tearing, shaking his head.
Michael: This Shark… he’s crazy man. Poking jokes at his own employers.
Clayton Paris: Well that’s Shark for ya, I really can’t explain the whole Brooklyn make-up thing. I still don’t understand it… I mean, the only explanation could be how he had feelings for the girl a few months back when they were both contracted in the ASWF.
Michael’s eyes grew wide, him and many others had suspected Shark to have feelings for Brooklyn but it was always just rumors, Shark was known as a player, girls liked him, and he loved girls, but now that he heard Shark’s own trainer say it, he had to believe it was true.
Michael: James had feelings for her??
Clayton chuckled, flashing some teeth.
Clayton Paris: James had the biggest crush on the girl.
James Shark: Shut the fuck up.
I walked back into their presence. My head gear on, sparring gloves, and protection, I didn’t like how Clayton was talking about me. He was really pissing me off today. I heard the guy all the way from the back room about how I had a crush on Brooklyn.
James Shark: I didn’t have no damn crush on her.
Clayton looked over at Michael and chuckled.
Clayton Paris: Clearly he’s still in denial, even though it was just so obvious.
James Shark: Hey man fuck you.
I walked past them both and slid into the ring. Ignoring their snickering, as I slid into the ring, so did Michael and Clayton. Clayton directed Michael to his own corner of the ring, as he walked me over to a corner across from his.
Clayton Paris: Now we went over the gameplan for Rage yesterday, do you remember what it was?
I nodded my head.
Clayton Paris: Now this is what we were talking about yesterday, he’s a big guy, and he’s hell-a strong. You need to get on the inside, when you’re on the outside and in his reach, you need to stick and move, stuff takedowns, and counter him. If he’s on his knees or he gets dropped, don’t go for a submission unless he’s badly hurt, if you grab a hold of him he could easily flip you over and land on top of you.
Again I nodded my head.
Clayton Paris: What you did at Climax Control was magical. You ducked under his sets of punches and you just shot in on him, taking him straight down to the floor. If you’re going to try that again in the match you have with him, I don’t want any mistakes, and I don’t want it to be telegraphed or predicted, you got me?
James Shark: I got you.
Clayton and I both turned to Michael who was waiting for us to finish talking so that we got spar.
Clayton Paris: Now this Michael guy, he’s built like Rage. He’s strong, he’s fast, he’s a monster. We hired him because he has studied Rage, he’ll be mimicking him exactly, he’ll be using Rage’s stance, he’ll be fighting exactly like Rage, the same moves, everything. This will be good preparation for you.
I shrugged. I didn’t think it would be “good preparation” for me. I was prepared. Mentally and physically, I was ready for Rage, and I had full belief and confidence in my talent and abilities. I didn’t feel that this would be “good preparation” for me, because I felt I was already 100% prepared.
And I was, just like I proved it on Climax Control, I proved it in the sparring session.
First we started with one round, in that one round I did nothing but circle him, I would start circling left, then I would start circling right, I would frustrate Michael for a while, not allowing him to know where I was going.
I was confusing him with my foot work, and I was making him chase me, and the moment he got close, pap pap pap pap pap, five punch combination, three to the body and two hooks to the head. Michael stumbled backwards, and I came in, jumped into the air, and landed a huge superman punch that landed right on Michael’s chin. He dropped down to the floor, and that was the end of round one.
Clayton was impressed. Michael was a big dude, and I put him on his ass. Michael wasn’t knocked out though, he should’ve been thankful I decided we wear headgear, otherwise he wouldn’t have been conscious.
When we started the second round, it was my turn to play the one who was attacking. I pushed the pace, and I fought in true James Shark fashion. I put the pressure on Michael and put him up against the ropes as I began to jab him and land shots.
However, I will admit that I did get carried away. Michael caught me slipping, and hoisted me up in the air, and dropped me in the center of the ring with a HUGE and POWERFUL powerbomb.
Clayton Paris: That’s nothing Shark!, that’s nothing, do you!
Clayton encouraged me from the side of the ring but his voice was just echos in my head. As soon as I dropped down, I jumped right back up to my feet but Michael was back on the attack, blasting me right back down to the mat with a chokeslam before stomping on me.
Clayton Paris: Catch it Shark, Catch it!
As soon as I heard Clayton’s words of advice I did just that, I caught one of Michael’s legs coming down and I flipped that motherfucker over. Michael was quick to get back up, but just like I did to Rage, I did to him. I shot in for a takedown, and completed it. The takedown was unexpected, the takedown wasn’t telegraphed, it was just as Clayton said before the sparring sessions, it was unpredictable.
The takedown came so quick, so fast, so “out-of-nowhere”, before Michael could even think of defending it, he was on his ass.
More of the rounds came the same way. Michael had his moments, but they didn’t last long. It wasn’t long before I would catch him with a big shot, or drop him on his ass. Michael didn’t win one round, I was just on a whole different level than he was.
Of course I wasn’t cocky about it. I knew this wasn’t Rage himself, and I knew this was just a sparring partner with no real accomplishments in the sport of professional wrestling. However I just knew I was going to defeat Rage. When I am unsure about an opponent, or I feel an opponent is better than me, I won’t admit it, but I’ll definitely be nervous. I’ll try my best to not show it, and still as talk as much shit as I could, but still, I’d be worried for the outcome.
This wasn’t the case. I wasn’t worried, I wasn’t nervous. Rage was just one of those guys I knew I could beat. Losing wasn’t an option at all. Getting disqualified wasn’t an option. The only option was winning, and I knew I was going to win. I didn’t have a feeling, I just knew.
These were one of those situations in which I feared for my opponent’s safety.
When I was this ready, this confident, this focused. I could beat anyone in the world. Rage thinks I’m all talk, and that’s great for him, he’s been talking too, so he’s going to find out a whole lot about who’s really all talk. It wasn’t going to be me.
:: Thursday September 13th 2012 ::
:: Brooklyn New York ::
:: 11:14 AM ::
Sunday September 22nd was obviously taking it’s sweet ass time to get here. I was so anxious to get into that ring, so excited for this match up. The hard part about this match wasn’t even the training or the preparation, if anything ,the hardest part about this match for me was the “waiting game”.
I have never wanted to get into that ring so much before. I even made it worse for myself by talking so much shit on twitter, by doing that I put on so much pressure for myself, and so much hype for this match up.
The fact was, that this was the longest week ever, and the funny part about that was that it wasn’t even over. It was only Thursday, and although it had felt like a good 2 weeks had gone by since Climax Control, that really wasn’t the case. The sad truth was that since Climax Control, it has only been four days, Four long days.
And as weird as it may be… I considered to do something… something different today.
I stood right outside of the Plymouth Church that was located here on Hicks street right here in Brooklyn New York. I got to say, I was afraid of these things, these “churches”. I hadn’t been in one since I was baptised… or at least I think I was baptised.
Excuse me for my mother dying when I was a young age, I didn’t get to ask her.
I was always afraid of these churches. I had done A LOT of bad stuff in my life, and I was always convinced that the moment I stepped foot into a church, I would just be burned right to the floor. I truly believed that, and as I began to walk closer towards the church I began to shake.
James Shark going to Church? Ya it should be unheard of, but I was going to do it, not only did a couple of my close friends recommend I go to “clean” myself up, but I wanted to do it because I’ve never done it before. Whatever happened in there would serve me as an experience.
I didn’t nothing about churches, nothing about bibles, nothing about any of this. That was probably why I was criticized so much for wearing rosaries, but let’s face it, I wore rosaries for the same reason almost everyone wore rosaries, which was, they made good necklaces.
Right before I made it to the indoors of the church, I crossed my heart and took a deep breath, as soon as I stepped into the church, my heart wouldn’t stop beating rapidly. It was then that I realized nothing was going to happen to me. I put my head up high and cocked a smile.
Looking around the church, I realized how big the place was, all the creepy glass pictures just creeped me out even more. A few steps in front of me I saw a small little oval shaped container that was attached to the wall, inside of it was some water. As I began to look around me some more I realized that those small little oval shaped containers were around the whole church.
I found it funny how they did that, it must’ve been a bitch to refill it, I figured it was for people to drink out of. I was pretty thirsty anyways, so I leaned forward and began to drink out of the water. Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and pushed me away from the wall.
To my surprise it was an old woman.
James Shark: Dog… why you gotta do that for, you can either get behind me and wait, or go to another motherfucking water station thingy.
As soon as I dropped that curse word, I heard a lot of people mumbling. However I didn’t look around to see who it was, my eyes were locked on the old woman who put her hands on me.
Old Woman: How dare you drink out of the holy water.
Once she said that I looked at the water then back at her, my eyes grew wide because of how surprised I was.
James Shark: Woah! That’s dope! What does that mean? Am I like holy now? Can I heal the sick?
She shook her head in anger, she thought I was mocking her or something, but I truly didn’t know what was going on. Behind her I saw someone go to another one of those “water stations”, put their finger in it, then make the sign of the cross with the same finger.
I scrunched my eyebrows. I began to think… “what if some motherfucker put their finger on the water station I put my mouth in?”
Old Woman: Do you think this is some kind of a joke!?
I pointed over at the guy who touched the “holy water” behind her.
James Shark: Obviously it is since that motherfucker is contaminating this holy water with the finger he uses for only god knows what, homie prob sticks it up his nose, his ass, man, who the fuck knows.
She covered her ears and began to look very irritated; my guess was because of the amount of swearing I was doing. Once she saw that my lips stopped moving, she took her hands off of her ears.
Old Woman: You are going to go to hell!
James Shark: I’ll see you there biatch!
Her mouth dropped wide open, she froze for a while not knowing what to say.
Old Woman: You better hope father forgives your sins, you seem like you need to confess. God bless you!
As she began to walk away, I raised my eyebrow in confusion.
James Shark: How the hell you gon tell me I’m going to hell, then say “god bless you”, and… and why would I need to confess to your father for him to forgive me??
She didn’t respond to me because she was long gone, it was almost as if I was talking to myself. Suddenly someone responded for her.
Voice: She didn’t mean her father, she meant THE father….
I turned around to see a short chubby young man. I wasn’t sure if he worked here or if he was just “here”.
Chubby Man: You can confess in that booth… the father is in there right now.
He pointed over to a corner of the church, as I followed his finger I could see a large narrow booth with a curtain on one side. I looked back at the chubby man but by the time I looked back at where he was standing, I could see that he was already walking away.
I looked back at the booth and shrugged. I was told to make “confessions” by my close friends, but I didn’t know the proper way to do it was the make confessions to this “father” person. Who the fuck was this “fath….
Suddenly, my mind stopped. I just thought of something. What if this “father” guy was Black Jesus?
I ran right to the booth, quickly moved the curtains to the side and found a small chair. I sat down and closed the curtains. It was so dark in here. Then right before I could get comfortable, a voice.
Voice: Hello my son
I jumped right out of the chair and ran right out of the booth. As soon as I did people began to stare at me. I held my chest as my heart began to beat again, suddenly, I heard the voice again, the voice was coming from inside the booth.
Voice: Fear not my son… come on in and confess to me.
I loved Black Jesus, I truly did, I loved Black Jesus with all my heart. Black Jesus was like… my connection to God, my ONLY connection to God. I figured… hey, it was cool that I finally got to meet him. It was typical for these white people to call him “father”.
The people continued to stare at me as I moved the curtains to the side and walked back in.
James Shark: Hey yo my bad, this is my first time here. I didn’t know you were here dog, if I knew I’d come visit more often.
I suddenly realized that the “voice” was coming from the other side of the booth. There was a small tinted black window in front of me, and I realized that Black Jesus had to be in the other side.
Voice: What made you decide to come to the house of God for the first time?
I shrugged my shoulders.
James Shark: Meh… I don’t know… close friends, but hey, hold up, this is God’s house? Damn no wonder it’s so big, so what’s up with you, are you like staying over a few nights or something?
Voice: I am here everyday
James Shark: Oh shit, wearing out your welcome.
Voice: Please do not cuss.
James Shark: My bad…..
Black Jesus was definitely not how I expected him to be, he was definitely quite the soft one.
Voice: Confess my child, confess.
I nodded my head and sat on the chair. I began to think about what to say. I didn’t know where to start.
James Shark: Well… this one time… I banged two uh… fat girls.
Voice: What do you mean by banged?
I raised an eyebrow. Really Black Jesus? Damn, this was nothing like how I expected him to be.
James Shark: I uh… fucked two fat girls.
Voice: You had sex with them?
James Shark: Uh… ya
Voice: And then what happened?
This was really awkward for me. When I ran into Brooklyn Carter at the Chinese restaurant, I didn’t think anything could have been more awkward then that, but looks like this one took the cake.
James Shark: What do you mean what happened? I just fucked them… they wanted me to cum on their face, and I did… the end.
Voice: Do you love these two?
James Shark: No but they gave me KFC so like… I just couldn’t refuse.
Voice: Why are you telling me this?
James Shark: Because you asked?
Voice: No… I mean why are you telling me this as a confession.
James Shark: Oh… cause it’s embarrassing dog, they’re fat.
Voice: That is not a real confession my child, but right now you are committing a sin, and that sin, is judging others based on their looks.
I shrugged.
James Shark: There’s more though.
Voice: Oh?
James Shark: When I was dating IWF Diva Kadri Ilves... I cheated on her with XWE Diva Paige Ryan twice... and then I broke up with her and got her deported back over to Estonia. OH!! but this one's worse, this one time, I saw a hobo on t-
Voice: Homeless.
Black Jesus interrupted me, I would usually get mad, but since it was Black Jesus, I let it go.
James Shark: Huh? Oh… uh ya, homeless whatever, I saw a homeless the other day, and I gave him 50 cents.
Voice: That’s fantastic.
James Shark: Ya but I made him work for the 50 cents.
Voice: Work?
James Shark: Ya I made him dance. I made him do the dougie.
Voice: And why did you feel the need to do that?
James Shark: I don't know but Yo when I was dating Karly Zedic, and she was living with me… I Deliberately Peed On the toilet seat so when Karly sat on it she'd sit on my Pee.
Voice: How old are you?
James Shark: Oh and this one time I was hitting on this woman near a swimming pool, she was a mom, and she was a HOT mom, her son was totally cock blocking me, so I pushed him into the swimming pool, the worst part about it was… he couldn’t swim
Voice: You could’ve killed him!
James Shark: Ya I know right? And then I also mailed a piece of my shit to the cast of Glee for not letting the girls do lesbian sex scenes.
Voice: That’s horrible!
James Shark: I know.. it's so stupid. They should let them girls eat eachother out, that's what people want to see.
Voice: No, I meant you mailing them... that
James Shark: Oh!, ya your right, I should’ve mailed it to CWF Vixen Sabrina Artois instead… after all, she did want to poop on me…. Weird
Voice: No, I didn’t mean that, I mea-
James Shark: There was also this one day where children were crying for help, and instead of ignoring them I was too busy trying to catch a KFC coupon that was blowing away on the sidewalk from the wind.
Voice: My goodness…. Surely that is it?
James Shark: Ya… oh wait no… just a few weeks ago I had sex with um… Lya? Isa Sanchez, and she’s married to SM Raye, she told me not to tell anyone but a week ago from today… I told EVERYBODY.
Voice: You committed adultery!?
James Shark: Ya yo, fo sho! I was like, Yo SM Raye, not only did I defeat you over at WEW, but I also FUCKED YOUR WIFE NIGGA!
Voice: You seem to have no regrets! You…. You… you don’t seem like you want forgiveness at all!
James Shark: Nah yo I do, but like… oh and I also fucked my best friend’s sister Cody Taylor… she was um…17, but the moment the clock struck and she was 18, I fucked her. I still feel weird about it because one minute she was 17 then the next second she was 18.
Black Jesus was quiet on the other side of the booth, I couldn’t see him, but I could see his shadow from the tinted window. I decided to keep going. I did have a few more things I wanted to get off my chest.
James Shark: Is it wrong that I wanted to dig up Rage’s dead parents, carry them to Rage’s house, lay them on his door step, ring the doorbell and run away laughing?
Voice: …..yes
James Shark: Oh… then I guess that’s another confession. I also wished death and cancer on Rage… along with hoping in his future children get kidnapped and raped.
Again Black Jesus didn’t respond, I decided to just list everything that I could think of that I did, that needed a confession.
James Shark: There was also that time where I was getting ready to face Stefan Raab in ASWF, and his wife was pregnant with his baby, so I tweeted his wife telling her that I want to kick her in the stomach.
Silence… , nothing was said from Black Jesus, it was almost as if he had no more reactions.
James Shark: I was um… also contemplating going into Charlie’s Luzon’s house that day he was tweeting me, and throwing rocks at him due to his sexuality.
Voice: Just let it all out and tell me when your done.
I shrugged my shoulders, continuing.
James Shark: Uh.. ok, well my boy Cody is currently livin with me cause he divorced his wife, and this one time he was sleeping with his mouth open, so I farted in his mouth. It was a big fart too, not one of those farts that were silent but deadly, it was one of those MASSIVE farts… I also had sex with Natalie Kane this past Sunday before my match, and I was contemplating poking holes in the condom because shes really sexy and we would make hot babies.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
James Shark: Nah I’m playing about that condom part… but ya, I guess I just wanted to bring her up and brag about sleeping with her, But anyways, I did fuck Kurumi, Steel Angel’s IWF girlfriend, well… ex-girlfriend, but at the time when they were dating, I snuck into their house, and me and Kurumi snuck into the master bed room, and I fucked her on Steel’s bed while he was sleeping on it.
Good times…. Good times.
James Shark: My trainer also banned me from eating chicken, so when he wasn’t looking I put my dick in his sandwich, and like… rubbed it all over it. I think… I think that’s it… I’ve done other stuff but like…. You know, they’re kinda similar to all the stuff I just mentioned.
Voice: You are going to need to do more than a few hail marys to be forgiven.
James Shark: Oh shit! Ya you just reminded me, there is one more thing. This one day it was like a rainy ugly ass day outside, and I really didn’t want to go out, so I decided to like…. You know, stay home and whack off…. And the only thing I could find in my house was a picture of mary. She was on one of my rosaries.
Voice: You…. You did that to a picture of mother mary?
James Shark: Ya…? What’s the problem? It’s not gay.
Suddenly I heard a door slam. It seemed Black Jesus had gotten out of the booth, I began to hear footsteps coming around the booth, and now I could see feet under the curtains beside me. Black Jesus had obviously wanted to see me face to face. The curtains got pulled a side and I stood up. To my surprise it wasn’t Black Jesus, it was a priest.
Priest: If you are looking for forgiveness my child then I can grant you it, but you will have to do a lot to get it.
I quickly stood up and pushed my way out of the booth. The priest began to back up in surprise as I had my hands on his chest, pushing him away from me. Once I was out of the booth, I began to clench my fists up in anger.
James Shark: WHERE THE FUCK IS BLACK JESUS!?
My loud shouting caused echo’s throughout the whole church. I could hear people whispering things like “call 911”.
Priest: What are you talking about?
I stomped my foot on the floor, getting angrier by the second.
James Shark: So I was giving confessions to YOU the whole time??
I waited for a response as he just looked at me with a blank stare.
Priest: Well…. Ya
Turning straight around I hit the wall of the booth as hard as I could with my fist, the impact made a loud noise causing the priest to get startled and jump.
James Shark: IS THIS SOME KIND OF A SICK JOKE!? I feel like everything I've known all my life... a lie.
The priest didn’t respond.
James Shark: Man… I feel… I feel like I got played out or something.
The priest looked around him then looked back at me with a confused look on his face. He really truly didn’t understand why I was so angry.
Priest: I thought it was in your best understanding that you were making a confession to a father like me…. There is no such thing as a…. uh… black jesus?
James Shark: Aight yo, now you’re just pushing it, I should beat your ass!!
The priest quickly took a step back and put his hands out in defense, I stepped forward, coming towards him, but before I put my hands on him I suddenly stopped myself.
James Shark: Wait a minute… you’re a priest! Priest are known for raping children!
He quickly scratched the back of his neck all nervous
Priest: Uh no that’s um… that’s not exactly true
I ignored his statement and flashed an evil smile.
James Shark: I won’t kick your ass if you rape Rage’s future children…
:: Thursday September 13th 2012 ::
:: Brooklyn NY ::
:: 7:58 PM ::
Is the mic on? The mic on? Okay it is…
Surround sound? A/C? Everything in check? Ya it is…
Okay… we all know what the deal is, we all know what I’m about to do. I’m about to rip Rage a new asshole and yall know it, but before I get to that, I just want to… I just want to give a few shoutouts.
Shoutouts to Brooklyn Carter, former SCW Bombshell Champion, I knew she got her match on LOCK, she’s about to be a two time Bombshell Champion, shoutouts to her for… you know… squashing the beef we had…. Shoutouts to Vista Kills, once again, I’m not ignorant, I know I’m here whooping ass because of her, and her only. Shoutouts to um… Shoutouts to Vanessa Cade, for handling business, and picking up a win for the Swag Team, and unifying the gold over at IWF.
Shoutouts to…. Shoutouts to just everyone who has their Money On Sharky. There’s a lot of motherfuckers out there who know what I’m capable of, who know that I’m about to handle business next Sunday, but they just refuse to believe it.
They don’t want to believe it. They don’t want to live in a world, where there’s a young gangster named James Shark who is taking over the sport, who’s dominating the game, and who’s killing the competition while backing up the shit talking I’m doing.
These are the same people who want to see Rage destroy me, they want to see Rage shut me up, they want to see James Shark get his ass kicked.
If this was… any way… considered to be a “close” or “tough” match in my mind, then I would walk into that ring, and either win, get paid, brag, OR take my ass whooping like a man, shut up, and get paid.
but guess what, guess what??
Everyone wants to fight me, but three names that come to mind are Ronny Ramirez from the CWF, Parker Wayde from the IWF, and Kerry Windsor from Revival Wrestling. As much as I absolutely dislike those motherfuckers, I got to say they would stand a better chance at beating me then Rage would anyday.
For weeks the guy said “Oh James you’re not going to beat me” , “James I’m NOT going to let you win”, “I’m going to win this match and shut you up”, every motherfucking single tweet of this guy’s was about winning. It was about winning and shutting up James Shark.
But then… then I laid out the challenge, exposed him, and then all of a sudden…. It wasn’t about winning anymore. No… no it wasn’t, all of a sudden, Rage went from tweeting me “I’m going to win”, to tweeting me “I don’t care if I win or lose”
Well guess what? WELL GUESS WHAT? it’s cause he knows he’s going to lose. As the match draws closer, he’s starting to realize that I’m not a person he can beat, he’s starting to realize I’m a person that will just walk right through him…. EASILY.
And it started like this, I said… “Hey yo Rage, how confident are you, that you’re going to beat me? Because if you asked me the same question, I would say 1000000000000% confident”
And this motherfucker Rage, him being the liar that he is, responded “confident” So I said to myself, okay, this motherfucker is confident right? This motherfucker believes in himself right? This motherfucker feels as if he’ll truly beat me right?
So I put out a challenge.
Every day when I’m doing my smack talk on twitter, Rage is always like “shut up” or he’ll be like “all you do is talk shit all day”, so with all those replies on my mind, I set out a challenge, ya I set it out… the challenge was this.
IF Rage loses, he leaves the SCW. IF I lose… I delete my twitter account.
Rage would never have to hear from me again, I back up my talk, I keep my word, and I would’ve deleted it if hell froze over and I lost to Rage. There was only… there was only one problem.
Rage, the guy who’s being hyped up as this “monster” of a man, being hyped up as this “scary, crazy, uncontrollable, unstoppable, freak of nature” CHOSE to not accept my challenge, CHOSE to not accept my stipulation.
Not only did he decline the challenge, but he left, he logged off of twitter like a bitch. He didn’t try to negotiate a new stipulation, if deleting my twitter account wasn’t enough, he could’ve added a new stipulation.
He coulda been like, “hey yo James, let’s change your stipulation, and if you lose, you makeout with Charlie and Sean at the same time”
I would’ve said okay. Why? Because IM NOT GOING TO LOSE.
I can say it over and over again, there is no need for yall to rewind this clip. I will say it a million times right now if I have to. IM NOT GOING TO LOSE, IM NOT GOING TO LOSE, IM NOT GOING TO LOSE, IM NOT GOING TO FUCKING LOSE.
I’ve been undefeated since May. Since leaving IWF, I have been undefeated, and even in IWF I was unstoppable. In IWF, I beat everybody, in IWF, I won all their titles, and guess what, guess what??
I plan to do the same exact thing in SCW.
Who’s going to stop me? The person who backed out of my stipulation?
If you’re so motherfucking confident, you put your money where your mouth is, and you take on any challenges, and you take on any challenge at all times.
You’re a former champion? Well NOW I SEE WHY, champions take on any challenges, champions fight anyone, anywhere. You’re a former champion because you don’t desereve to be champion, but it’s ok, because Nick Jones doesn’t desereve to be champion either, and I’m going to take that belt from him.
I’m going to save SCW. SCW needs a motherfucking turn around and James Shark is the person to do it.
You have these championship matches, like Rage vs Nick Jones, then Nick Jones vs Rage, it’s just back and forth title matches, this guy beat this guy, that guy beat that guy, all these mothefuckers are beating each other, come on man….
We need a new champion.
A black champion.
A champion, who can act like a motherfucking champion.
That’s where I come in. I’m going to bury Rage in this match, I’ve been saying it for MONTHS, let me fight this guy, I can beat him. I’m going to have the chance to show the world, I was right all along.
I’ve already studied Rage. He ain’t shit.
You got a guy who only defended the title ONCE, and when he did, it was a motherfucking controversial defense. How the hell does SCW promote this guy? I just don’t understand it, I mean, take a look at what I saw on the SCW website.
What the fuck is that?
Look, I’ll tell you what that is, it’s Rage kissing Christian Underwood’s ass. Who the fuck writes this shit man? Obviously Christian Underwood.
What kind of a match hype was that? Talk about one sided much. I mean.. let me get this straight… Rage ducks me for MONTHS, he refuses to fight me, and then when he gets forced to face me, he decides to turn down the stipulation I chose. Yet he’s being hyped as this “big threat”
Okay…
Then there’s me, the guy who destroyed pretty much everybody in each and every company I was apart of, a guy who has been killing the competition since 2009, the man who held TWO world titles, in TWO different companies, AT THE SAME TIME, and a guy who’s just known for talking MAD SHIT, but then BACKING IT ALL UP, but yet…. That’s not enough right? I’m still… being promoted in the SCW as this guy that’s all talk… this guy that just… sits behind a computer and talks?
Hmmm…. That’s kind of suspect don’t you think?
Ya, very weird, very weird indeed, but you know what? It doesn’t matter. I want to thank Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, or whoever was responsible for writing that crack of shit “match description” because you guys just helped me out.
Thanks for promoting me as the guy who JUST talks shit, and thanks for promoting Rage as this “beast”, because come next week, I’m going to back up my talk, and I’m going to Rage make my bitch.
Then what?
How are you going to promote Rage? I know how you’re going to HAVE to promote me but how are you going to promote Rage? You won’t be able to promote him as this “Scary” dude that everybody is supposed to fear because I’m going to come into this match with no fear, no respect, and no caution.
My fighting style is caution to the wind, and come in there guns blazing. Like I said before, I studied Rage, when he had his no disqualification match against Nick Jones, the guy fought like a pussy, Nick Jones would run at him, Rage would back up, Nick Jones would hit him, Rage would turtle up, and I’m sitting there studying this “tape” like… This is a fucking fight?
Everyone said wow that was a war! Wow that was such a great match! Wow props to both men!
I`m hearing people commenting about the match and I`m just like…. Are you serious? Are you fucking serious right now? Come on man…. Come on…
Regardless of the past, Rage’s matches, this and that, the fact of the matter is, Rage THINKS he’s going to come into this match, bully me, make me fight his fight, overpower me, destroy me, throw me around ,and it’s just not going to go down his way.
I already beat him mentally. Now comes the physical part.
Knowing him, he’s going to make excuses, so guess what was trending #1 worldwide the other day? #ThinkOfSomeExcusesForRage
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