(JM)-The Scene opens at a press conference, in Manhatten, New York.The shot in the foreground is a wide table, about 5 feet long, has a huge "ECW" sign in the middle, and a few chairs, four to be exact sit about 1.2 feet apart, taking up the whole table.An assortment of interviewers from many of the states, sit across from the table, getting their questions ready for the ECW big wigs and the young rookie that is set to debut.The media wonder who the extra seat is for, as three men walk in, al in black suits, as the media start to frenzy.Scott Blake takes the far seat, then the new signing, then Marc Blade.The empty seat is left, as the Media instantly jump to their feet, spouting out questions.-(JM)
Scott Blake - "Please, please one at a time.."
(JM)-Blake's words seem to get into the heads of the press, as they all stop yelling.One man stands up, and speaks, as a women enters the Table, sitting next to Marc.-(JM)
Interviewer - "Jacob Williams, Calgary Sun.This question is directed to Marc Blade.What is Daniela really like in bed?"
(JM)-Blade seems to be more than slightly irritated by this question, but he refrains from snapping the young reporter in half, and opens his mouth, as the young man waits anxiously for his responce.-(JM)
Marc Blade - "Please, only question towards the new signing."
(JM)-The young reporter drops back down into his seatand lets out a sigh, as the next man stands.
Interviewer - "Jeremy Davis, New York Times.Now, Mr. Blake, can you please give us some details on your young charge, like name, credentials, you know, the usual."
Scott Blake - "Well, what you see here, is a powerhouse, the one thing that the ECW seemingly lacks.This man, has been wreaking havoc among the Independant Scene, and has been unstoppable as of late, aquiring a few titles along the way.He's only a rookie, to the whole wrestling world, he's a young 27 year old, that only started wrestling while he was doing a term at a Jail as a warden.And, well he showed real promise, and as you know, being a Jail Warden is dangerous, and for minimum wage, it wasn't worth it.So he's embarked on a wrestling career.And then you have what is sitting to my right, the young charge that is aptly named, "Juggernaut" James Maxwell."
(JM)-The young NYT reporter nods his head in appreciation, a rather good answer, covering all the subjects asked in one small speech.Jeremy sits back down, as a few of the press begin to prepare a few questions..-(JM)
Interviewer - "Ryan Jones, PWI Magizine.Mr. Blade, may I ask, what you think James will accomlish during his time in ECW?Do you have high hopes for him, or what?
Marc Blade - "Well of course I do, I have high hopes for all of my superstars, albeit Ryan Abrams, Chris Chaos, or anyone else on the roster.But I feel something special about James, not to take anything away from anyone else, but James, is bound to make a great impact.I mean look at him, he's like a new Goldberg, or a new Brock Lesnar, an impressive build, and a vital mean streak, which seems to be the stereotype of the modern era, for the typical big man.Lets just say, he's bound to make an impact."
Scott Blake - "You know, I think it's time for us, to let the man himself speak."
(JM)-James looks across at Scott Blake, and nods.He leans back in his chair, as the light gleams of his cueball head.He clasps his hands together, and takes a deep breath, as a reporter fires out a question.-(JM)
Interviewer - "James, James, what are you looking forward too most about the ECW?"
James Maxwell - "It has health, challenging competition, why else would I come here.Many have signed with the company, and it seems to be the place to be at the moment.I've heard great things from a few friends about Scott Blake, Marc Blade, and the well established Eastern Championship Wrestling staff.I have the upmost respect, for Scott.I've heard many stories about the original ECW, their talent back then, and how the place has evolved into what it is now.It should be interesting thougjh, how I match up against someone like, Chris Chaos...Shaun Diamond, hell even someone like Jayson Cage.I'm looking forward to my stint, it's just whether this sudden rise, to the top will last...but then again, with me in it, why wouldn't it continue?"
(JM)-A cocky smile slowly spreads on the face of the young rookie, who looks to be talking it up and feeling rather confident.His calmness under pressure is amazing, as he takes a few more questions that would disturb most, and turn them into a respectable responce.He cooly answers question after question, when one man speaks over the rest.-(JM)
Interviewer - "Jaime King, Ringside Papers.Now, I've dug up some dirt on you, James, I hope you don't mind.Anyway, the maain thing that astounded me, is that I heard Scott say earlier, you were a jail warden.Now, that wasn't exactly true, now is it?You, were the one behind bars, weren't you?"
(JM)-James is fuming right now, and is about to lash out at the reporter, as Jaime continues.-(JM)
Interviewer - "You have temper problems, don't you James?You assaulted, fuck, I'm being light here, aren't I.You cold bloodedly killed someone, with your own bare hands, and the only reason you were a warden, was that you were so calm, so laid-back, and you kept to yourself in jail, the wardens whispered a little something in your ear, and that got you going, which made you attack out-of-line in-mates.I know all about your torrid past, James.What are you trying to do, Scott, put the ECW staff's life in danger?You were never officially released, nor did you complete your term in jail, you were sentanced for 20 years, and you did what, 5?6?Why didn't you serve your full term, why aren't you in jail now, for that matter, Maxwell?"
James Maxwell - "YOUR A LYING, SCHEMING MOTHER FUCKER, I'M SICK, OF PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THAT FUCKING STORY, I DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT, I DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT!!!"
(JM)-James begins to trash the room, as Scott Blake and Marc Blade try to refrain him.He pushes each of them off, and leaps, hitting the thin Jaime King with a vicious flying clothesline that would knock a man's head off.He picks him up, and throws him halfway across the room, into the brick wall, which Scott Blake and Marc Blade stand infront of.The security guards run in, and try to stop the havoc, as they refrain James from doing anymore damage, he roar's out, in fury.He stares at Blake coldly, blaming this as a set-up, as Blake attends to the reporter thats now in two.James tries to fight the guards, knocking over a few, but they bring in the heavy artillery, a taser or two bring down the big man, as he sqirms in pain.James slowly goes unconscience, as the shot begins to fade out, with the figure of James in the foreground.-(JM)
(JM)-We open up, with a shot of the ECW Arena.It's lit up brightly, with a lime green light shining down on the rampway, as a spotlight.The Jumbovision is showing footage from this past week's Censor This! revealing two matches for the "Reload" Pay-Per-View.The arena is at capacity, with fans showing off their some creative and some un-creative signs, proving who their allegance is with.A match-up between two hopefuls for a spot on ECW's ever-growing Roster is the spot for tonight, where young Nicholas Nos faces off against Eric Grayson.The match goes on for awhile, as the crowd anticipate something to happen, the match is suddenly ended, and a feed from the Jumbovision shows up.A Jail cell is the target, where Scott Blake stands.A few nigro's sit in the cell, along with James Maxwell, and a large white man who is in all leather.Scott stands at the cell with a officer, and points to James, as the Officier signals for James to come over.The cell is opened, as James leaves, walking right past Scott and the officer.-(JM)
Scott Blake - "Your bloody lucky James that I put up your bail, that was a good 4,000 gone down the drain."
James Maxwell - "Yeah, whatever.I know your Mr. Money bags, so I don't know why your worried Blake.My sister would have paided anyway, if you didn't." Scott Blake - "How dare you talk to me like that, I'm your boss, and I just saved your ass.You owe me, Maxwell, big time."
James Maxwell - "Look, boss I don't fucking care, if you saved my life, or if you saved a seat for me, I don't owe you anything, if you want something, I'll give you it, a royal ass kicking.Whether you like it or not, Blake.I'll snap you like a twig."
Scott Blake - "James, why didn't you tell me about your past?You must've known that sooner or later, that bit of your history would have came out." James Maxwell - "I was counting on later, but thanks to your stupid mother fucking press conferences, I'm fucked.Thanks for nothing, Blake.I guess you'll be terminating my contract now?"
(JM)-James turns, just before exiting the jail, and stares at Blake, awaiting his responce to his question.Blake looks at him oddly, and steps a few steps closer to the young rookie, cautiously.Blake sits on the Officer's desk, and smiles at Maxwell, who doesn't have any idea what's going on inside Blake's head.Blake doesn't know how to structure his sentance, and then begins to speak, a grin growing eagarly on his face.-(JM)
Scott Blake - "Well, why would you think that, James?Do you know how well the ratings went last night?The ratings were huge, James, and you know why?All because of you.You brung the ratings up to where they are right this moment, because the American public, love controversay.It's like their most favourite thing, and what did you do?You attacked an innocent reporter, which brung the country into a frenzy.They want to see more of you, what will happen next, and hell, you could be a vital asset in the future, James, why would I get rid of you?You've provided more entertainment for me, than problems, James.So, to answer your question, your contract isn't terminated."
JM)-James is in awe, at how Scott has handled the situation, and pulled a big swerve on him.Scott laughs quietly to himself, as James moves towards him.Scott extends his hand out to James, who is very hesitatant.He walks in range, and extends his hand, clasping his with Scott's, and the two shake hands, as Scott doesn't look too comfortable.-(JM) Scott Blake - "James, is there anything you want to say, to the superstars, the fans, anything?The camera's on us now, so you might as well, you have the time, and it would be a good chance to finally make a debut.The speculation of you has been going around for awhile, and the fans have really been anticipating your debut since the rumours have gone about that you've signed.So, anything to say?"
(JM)-James cranks his neck in the direction of the camera, and then turns his full body, so he faces the camera.His tight, black muscle shirt and blue jeans show off his casual look, as his fearsome body is outlined.James cracks his neck, and stands staunchly infront of the camera, as Scott Blake sneaks out of focus.-(JM)
James Maxwell - "Well, I'm finally here, in the Eastern Championship Wrestling, AND GUESS WHAT?NONE OF YOU, Are safe from MY WRATH!I'm HELLL BENT ON MOTHER FUCKING DESTRUCTION, AND ECW, YOU'LL HAVE TO BRING UP YOUR BEST DEFENCES, TO STOP THIS MADNESS!And they thought the Macho Man was Mad...WAIT TILL YOU SEE ME!JUGGERNAUT JAMES MAXWELL, THE FUCKING FUTURE, OF THE ECW, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT, OR NOT!CHRIS CHAOS, SHAUN DIAMOND, JAY KANYON, ANY FUCKING ONE, YOU UP TO THE CHALLENGE, THAT I PRESENT?I think not, but hey, I guess anything could happen, right?WRONG, THE ECW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE IS....."
(JM)-James stares intently into the camera, as his head bobs up and down.A dark, cold stare goes into the camera, as James speaks his final word...
"Mine.."
