It Begins NOW! NOW! NOW!

[Jake Seven]

Tuesday March 24th, 2008 8:47 PM

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Chris James stands outside the Harris Arena in Westchester, England taking a glimpse of the arena on this cold, dark early spring night.
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Chris James: ...I talk to you like children. Though I don't know how I feel. But I know I'll do the right thing, if the right thing is in fear... This is one of the last times I'm going to be here. This federation, this place as a whole brought so many good memories. I won't lie. I'm going to miss it.

The British Wrestling Alliance. Once I started in this business, that's all I ever heard about. How if I could reach the top, that was the place to get to. Several of my idols in this business made their careers flying the colors for this company. I always told myself I would make it some day. I always told myself that deep down, I knew I could make it. I remember watching Battle of Britain One in my hotel room in the south side of Philly fighting for basically peanuts in a bingo hall basement down the street. They laid their bodies on the line for the sheer entertainment of the fans. And at the end of the night? It was real. They had it all.

Many people have walked through the doors of that company, many more can I can even count, yet only a handful of them can be considered legends. There was Hardcore Fred, Chris Smith, 'The Virus" Ripper, Kyle Heaven, Whitey Ford, Sheldon Reese, Croc, Crazy Bill, Chris O'Neal. Just to name a few. Lead by the founding father of British wrestling, Charles Windsor. Don't get me wrong there were many more to establish themselves. People like my former boss Timothy Draven for example.

Is there a bigger success story than Timothy Draven in the world of sports entertainment as we speak? The man broke his back ten years ago. To say he didn't pay the price for this business, would be a lie. He's bled, and he's cringed, but he may his way to the top to claim the Worlds Championship. He earned his money and made the best out of a career, even returning the favor as he opening his very own wrestling school in the States. I was one of the first to hear the call amongst the boys in the back and sign up. And there I was, working for one of the best ever. That's an accomplishment in it self...

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The camera turns off as Chris James lowers it to his side. He gives one last look at the arena and ducks into the black car parked a few feet away. Before the car pulls away a news reporter walks up to the window.
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Chris James: I told you we're not allowed to talk about it.

Reporter: Chris, one lead story. All I need is one break.

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Chris starts to draw the tinted window of the back seat closed, as he stops and turns his head toward the young reporter standing by his car.
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Chris James: I'll tell you what kid. I'll tell you a story alright. You want a story that will sell newspapers, catch the top headline, be the main draw and be something to be spoken of five years later? Get in the car. Because I'm pretty sure I can come up with something. Everybody deserves a break at least once.

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A smile crosses his face as he jogs behind the idle car and gets in the rear drivers side. CJ rolls up the window as the car pulls away.
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Tuesday March 24th, 2008 9:26 PM

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Inside the car, Chris James is promoting the story to the reporter. CJ is chuckling, enjoying telling him whatever he is saying. Emphasis on his hand motions and facial expressions, a little French in his blood.

Chris James: I'll tell you what, that was a good time! You should have seen the look on his face! Now are you getting all this? Because I don't want you missing a word. Because I'm going to tell you about my greatest opponent to date. His name is Assassin...

[Jake Seven]

[Continued]

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The reporter nodded, catching up on the notes he was taking. Whether or not a story about Chris James could sell newspapers in a market where he isn't very well known, working for a business that sells to entertain and by most is considered "fake", the reporter cares not.
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Chris James: He was as tall as the tallest man you've ever seen. His muscles bulged from his body in every way imaginable. The scars of battle drawn across his skin told he was one tough customer. The patch over his eye told me all I needed to know. When I saw him, a cold chill crossed me. I was truly scared. Wait! No. Nevermind. Scratch that. That was Kurt Russell in Death Proof! Damnit. I always confuse myself...

Assassin and I go way back. Now you need to trust me that what I tell you is true. I know you reporters always like to add twists and research things. No need to research this. No need to get second opinions. But Assassin? He is a cult leader. He has all the charisma in the world, and used it against people to believe in his way. He always had to be right. This man, controls and manipulates anyone he is around. He truly believe his followers call themselves "The AssassiNATION", like it's a nation of people behind him. How unbelievable is that?

And the man has multiple personality disorder. Sometimes he tells people his name is "Trent Messiah"He's really tapped in the head. He gets depressed easily and he even tried killing his girlfriend because gave another wrestler head! That proves his head is not stable. If he can't forgive his girlfriend for something so juvenile he shouldn't he allowed to work where the safety of fellow wrestlers are at stake. No sir'ee. He could injure, or potentially kill one of us. Imagine the headlines then. Make sure you're getting all this because if Assassin is continued to be allowed to be in this state of mind without the public knowledge and something happens, you can kiss your headline story gone! Because all the news would be about a wrestler who went insane. They'd probably blame steroids-- BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH! And the truth will be told!

[Jake Seven]

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The car circles the block, and pulls back into the arena parking lot after about an hour or so on the road. In the back seat, Chris James finishes giving the reporter the news story of a lifetime about friends, foes, and the battle fought between.
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Chris James: Where are you going? The airport is the other way!

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The driver turns his head towards Chris James and smiles.
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Driver: Didn't you hear? The Harris Arena is open again. It was just on the radio...so I assuming you want to go back?

Chris James: Well after the amount of money I was offered to return, I should probably show my face eventually shouldn't I? Alright Dave, get my bags.

Reporter: So that's it? That's the whole story?

Chris James: I know wasn't it epic? You're going to be big kid, don't worry.

Reporter: But the only things you told me were self fulfilled dreams and arrogant misconceptions of other people based solely on your opinion. I don't work for a gossip magazine!

Chris James: Well then bugger off won't you? This is the big leagues son. Take it or leave it. Better yet, get out of my car!

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CJ gives the young reporter a smug look, and visually pushes him out the door. James watches the door close and strokes his clean shaven face with his hand, a grin on his face. A few moments later, he leaves the car as well as the driver has a few bags from the trunk, and gives them to James who looks back up at the Harris Arena, smiles, and makes his way inside. Just then the newly signed IWF Interviewer, Ricky Smith, bumps into the Siege Of The Future.
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Ricky Smith: Chris James! Such a pleasure for you to return. Rumors have it you're back with one set in mind and that's winning the IWF World Heavyweight Championship. Can I have your thoughts on that for a moment?

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James looks Ricky Smith up and down for a moment and places his bag on the ground.
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Chris James: Now, I'm not too sure who told you I was interested in the World Heavyweight Championship, but I assure you that's not the only reason I came back. And what happened to Sonnier?

Ricky Smith: Well, I'm the new guy so they sent me to talk to the talent as they came through the door.

Chris James: I can see that. You jumped on me like a mosquito in a summer sweat. I expected more than this though, after all I am Chris James. Where's the paparazzi? And the beautiful women? I told Nicolas Tabor that I wanted beautiful women damnit!

Ricky Smith: Well umm, Chris..you see..Nicolas Tabor doesn't own the company anymore. There's a new owner. Xavier Kash.

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Chris stares at the new interviewer. He squints his eyes, intrigued about this new development unfolding before his very eyes.
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Chris James: Isn't he a rap artist?

Ricky Smith: No. Actually, he made an announcement earlier tonight that--

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Before Smith can complete his sentence, camera bulbs flash on and off. A hoard of people dressed in business suites flurry into the main corridor where Chris James and Ricky Smith stand. In the middle of the group of suites, is the new IWF Owner Xavier Kash relishing his new acquisition. CJ looks towards Smith.
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Chris James: I take it that's Kash.

Ricky Smith: You would be right.

Chris James: I can smell new money a hundred yards away. But I think I will introduce myself...

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James walks away from Ricky Smith, and makes his presence known to the new owner. Kash notices his immediately and extends a hand.
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Xavier Kash: Everyone, everyone,...look who we have here. I believe it is Chris James!

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For some reason, CJ looks least from impressed, but shakes the bosses hand anyway
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Chris James: Pleasures all mine of course. Now Bossy, don't you think there could be a minute possibility that we may be able to talk in private? Apparently there's been some confusion about some details of my contract that need to be straightened out as soon as possible.

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A few of the cameramen snap pictures of Kash and CJ standing side by side. Mr. X waves his hand and poses next to the IWF star. James remains questionate.
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Xavier Kash: In good time Chris. Trust me, it will all be straightened out in due time. But right now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the party. It's going to be one hellova time! Here have a girl,..

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Kash reaches his arm into the slew of bodies before him and pulls out a nice looking broad. James declines politely.
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Chris James: Hey Rico Suave,.. Say, by chance do you remember contacting a person by the name of Assassin while you were signing new contracts? About tall, face like an ape?

Xavier Kash: Well, I don't recall anyone with an ape-like face. But I think his name was brought up. Last I checked his plane is due in shortly. Can I ask why? I can arrange for you to meet him if you'd like.

Chris James: Oh, no reason. Just,.. you know, want to catch up for old times sake. Mano e' mano.

Xavier Kash: Well, if I see him around I'll tell him you asked for him.

Chris James: Heh. I'm sure he'll be pleased to know.

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Kash and his entourage walk away from CJ as the scene closes out. James picks up his bag and heads towards the locker rooms.
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