Post by James Raymond on Jan 8, 2023 10:35:21 GMT -5
After a long battle with another technical mastermind like Scott Fargo, we’ve found ourselves backstage and where we’re met with James Raymond – however, he’s breathing heavily as he walks into the post match comment area. There are many that began surrounding him and he just looked at them with a death glare. No comment, just silence. That’s all that he gave for the moment. Then, he finally spoke.
JAMES RAYMOND: Have I gotten your attention now?
No response from anyone that surrounds the English-native. Though, they couldn’t say a word with the crazed look in his eyes as he watched and scanned right in front of him. Raymond went right behind the long table and took a seat, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip from it.
JAMES RAYMOND: I have grown tired of everyone looking over me and I can see why that is a thing that happens. There’s a constant weight being put onto my back and it’s called Kira Izumi. You want to know why I’ve felt so angry over the past year or more? It’s because of Kira and his band of misfits that somehow includes me because he can’t do shit right for himself. I’ve done everything for that group, I’ve done everything for them that can be imaginably possible, and they still treat me as if I am the one who has done all of the wrongs here. Even after tonight, after possibly putting Scott Fargo on the fucking shelf for good? I’m still the one in the wrong.
He began to drum the tip of his fingers along the desk in front of him.
JAMES RAYMOND: You want to know what I said to Kira earlier in the night before my match? I told him exactly how I fucking felt about this, about the whole night, about UZUMAKI, and about him. I told him that he was a joke and he was nothing more than just some fucked owner who can’t do shit for himself than just beating people dressed in crocodile suits. I told him that tonight was the peak of his career here in the XHF. I told him that and then I left. I wasn’t wrong either when I said that. I wasn’t. Then, he had the fucking audacity to come up to me and told me to change my attitude or I was gone?
James slammed his fist down onto the table and his teeth began to grit against one another, anger slowly began to build up, his blood levels were rapidly increasing and they weren’t getting any better from here. The thoughts that were running rampant in his head were too much to handle.
JAMES RAYMOND: My attitude hasn’t changed but my respect for someone like him has – and I have no respect left for that man, I have no respect left for Kira Izumi and that will not change no matter how much you can talk to me about it, you can mutter all you want, but nothing changes that fact. Kira is not someone to be respected. He is not pure of heart, much like how this group was started on. He does not know how to be pure in the first place, much like how PURE was meant to be. UZUMAKI is a shell of it’s former self and the only thing stopping it from achieving success is Kira Izumi himself. So, I’m going to take it out of my own pocket to make sure it happens.
A small smirk began to grow along his lips.
JAMES RAYMOND: By beating Fargo tonight, I have now taken custody of having sole power to book and create a show for this company. That is something that Kira cannot stop me from doing. He cannot stop me from doing whatever I want to him or to anyone on the roster right now. So, here’s your chance. You have until Supremacy to apologise to me and to make it up to me as to why I shouldn’t just come find you and kick your fucking head in, Kira. At the end of the month, at Supremacy, I will be announcing the matches for a big event that I am now cashing in on for February. James Raymond’s Bloodsport. All matches are held under Bloodsport Rules. All matches will take place with a fifteen minute time-limit. And all of the singles champions will be defending their championships on that night.
There’s a bit of a shared surprisement coming from the crowd in front of him, all quick to take the notes down.
JAMES RAYMOND: Kira, make the right fucking call. I’ll see you on January 28th.
Before long, James would stand and kick the chair back, now taking the walk out and leaving the post match comments area.
JAMES RAYMOND: Have I gotten your attention now?
No response from anyone that surrounds the English-native. Though, they couldn’t say a word with the crazed look in his eyes as he watched and scanned right in front of him. Raymond went right behind the long table and took a seat, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a sip from it.
JAMES RAYMOND: I have grown tired of everyone looking over me and I can see why that is a thing that happens. There’s a constant weight being put onto my back and it’s called Kira Izumi. You want to know why I’ve felt so angry over the past year or more? It’s because of Kira and his band of misfits that somehow includes me because he can’t do shit right for himself. I’ve done everything for that group, I’ve done everything for them that can be imaginably possible, and they still treat me as if I am the one who has done all of the wrongs here. Even after tonight, after possibly putting Scott Fargo on the fucking shelf for good? I’m still the one in the wrong.
He began to drum the tip of his fingers along the desk in front of him.
JAMES RAYMOND: You want to know what I said to Kira earlier in the night before my match? I told him exactly how I fucking felt about this, about the whole night, about UZUMAKI, and about him. I told him that he was a joke and he was nothing more than just some fucked owner who can’t do shit for himself than just beating people dressed in crocodile suits. I told him that tonight was the peak of his career here in the XHF. I told him that and then I left. I wasn’t wrong either when I said that. I wasn’t. Then, he had the fucking audacity to come up to me and told me to change my attitude or I was gone?
James slammed his fist down onto the table and his teeth began to grit against one another, anger slowly began to build up, his blood levels were rapidly increasing and they weren’t getting any better from here. The thoughts that were running rampant in his head were too much to handle.
JAMES RAYMOND: My attitude hasn’t changed but my respect for someone like him has – and I have no respect left for that man, I have no respect left for Kira Izumi and that will not change no matter how much you can talk to me about it, you can mutter all you want, but nothing changes that fact. Kira is not someone to be respected. He is not pure of heart, much like how this group was started on. He does not know how to be pure in the first place, much like how PURE was meant to be. UZUMAKI is a shell of it’s former self and the only thing stopping it from achieving success is Kira Izumi himself. So, I’m going to take it out of my own pocket to make sure it happens.
A small smirk began to grow along his lips.
JAMES RAYMOND: By beating Fargo tonight, I have now taken custody of having sole power to book and create a show for this company. That is something that Kira cannot stop me from doing. He cannot stop me from doing whatever I want to him or to anyone on the roster right now. So, here’s your chance. You have until Supremacy to apologise to me and to make it up to me as to why I shouldn’t just come find you and kick your fucking head in, Kira. At the end of the month, at Supremacy, I will be announcing the matches for a big event that I am now cashing in on for February. James Raymond’s Bloodsport. All matches are held under Bloodsport Rules. All matches will take place with a fifteen minute time-limit. And all of the singles champions will be defending their championships on that night.
There’s a bit of a shared surprisement coming from the crowd in front of him, all quick to take the notes down.
JAMES RAYMOND: Kira, make the right fucking call. I’ll see you on January 28th.
Before long, James would stand and kick the chair back, now taking the walk out and leaving the post match comments area.